Chapter 578: Human Matters, Soul Sacrifice Wine (Part 2)
In the moment of trance, countless noisy voices are still buzzing in the ears, and the picture in the darkness will turn into a sea of blood, with waves rising one after another.
The waves turned into a crowd of people. In the crazy fighting, Wanyan Xiyin shouted "Ah——", and then, pillars of blood and heads flew up.
On the other side of the field of vision, a figure rushed up from the crowd. It was the figure of his wife. Her temperament had always been resolute and resolute. She touched the head in mid-air and threw it towards him.
At that moment, he seemed to be able to see the determined look in his wife's eyes, and even the trace of attachment in the deepest part of her eyes. Then his wife fell down, rushed towards the Jurchen generals, and was finally submerged in the crowd and the blood wave.
inside……
The man didn't shed tears lightly. He was already in his fifties, but at that moment, he felt the taste of tears.
There was a startle in the night forest, and Fulu woke up from the tree. The injuries on his body had become numb, and his spirit began to become tired and dazed. He reached out and touched the head in the bag on his chest, gritted his teeth, and jumped
He got off the branch and ran hard towards a farther place.
From behind, the Jurchen cavalry are still chasing after them...
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The stench of corpses rises in the air, and dragon tattoos squirm in the ruins.
On the body, countless scars cut into pieces the tattoos that were originally visible.
He squirmed to a slightly higher place and turned over with difficulty. What fell from the sky was soapy white moonlight.
He himself was unable to imagine why he was still alive. But at this moment, when tens of thousands of corpses in this ruined city began to smell around his body, he looked at the sky and for the first time
For the first time, I felt that the moonlight was so beautiful.
Soon after, it started to rain, and little raindrops entered his dry lips.
In the darkness, someone stood up unsteadily...
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The setting sun brought the moisture of rain and sprinkled the last light in the sky. Zhu Biao saw the note that Ning Yi was looking at and stood for a while.
"Senior Zhou, I'm afraid he doesn't want to be pushed to a altar or something..." he said.
"He won't mind." Ning Yi lowered his head and answered simply.
The wind blows from this wilderness, making autumn seem even colder.
Looking back and thinking about it, he only had two contacts with Zhou Tong. And every time they met, it seemed that they ended on bad terms.
The first time was when he was in Shandong, he was asked by the Taiwei Mansion to kill him. Although he didn't do it in the end, the three-punch agreement with Hongti also caused Hongti to be injured and vomit blood. In addition, he later had many
He nosily told Hongti about the relationship between master and apprentice, implying that Hongti had better leave him, which made Ning Yi dislike this serious-faced old man.
The second meeting was at the beginning of last year, when Taoting County was arresting the martial arts gang, Zhou Tong suddenly appeared. At first glance, it seemed that he was interceding for the martial arts gang, but later I found out that he was trying to stop them.
The group of martial arts people attacked him and rushed thousands of miles overnight to Taoting. Even so, Ning Yi still didn't like this old man.
After all, they are both people with extremely strong outlook on life. Each has its own consistent and mature way of doing things. Each is the best in its own field. After being able to see through each other's actions, those things that they disagree with can be resolved.
It is difficult to hide it. But even so, Ning Yi still admires the old man who is doing those things in his field with integrity.
The war has just begun, and all the news is piled up and thrust at everyone. The old man has always been lively and energetic, as if there is no one in the world, even if a master like Lin Zongwu is clamoring to find him all day long
The one-on-one challenge really reminds me of it, but I just smiled and passed it by. No one thought that something would happen to this upright old man, but they didn't expect that the war had just started, and he was doing something like this.
Li passed away.
But turning around and thinking about it, this kind of destination seems to be the most suitable for the old man. Although success or failure may lead to death, how can the old man fall behind others in assassinating the invader's coach?
How could there be any hesitation?
Thinking about it this way, it becomes natural...
No matter what, the news of the old man's death always makes people feel a little empty.
"I killed eight generals, but I didn't kill Nianhan. Moreover, there were dozens of green forest people, but there were not many people who came to kill me. It's really..." Ning Yi looked at the rice fields on the roadside not far away and shook his head.
, murmured.
When he spoke like this, Zhu Biao found it difficult to talk to him, and his eyes were a little sad. However, after a moment, he remembered something: "But, speaking of it this way...is my sister-in-law the best in the world?"
"Hongti..." Ning Yi remembered, then glanced at Zhu Biao, showing a weird and evil smile, "Yes, haha, what you said... seems to be right."
"Ha ha."
"Ha ha ha ha."
"..."
"..."
"You know, there are some people who you dislike and dislike when they are alive. But one day you suddenly hear that they are dead, and you feel that they should not die like this. Such people,
It’s someone who has truly lived a lifetime…”
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The same news has spread across half of the world, and has different meanings in the ears of different people. Some are sad, some are happy, some are melancholy, some are indifferent, and of course, most of them don't understand who Zhou Tong is.
Whose ordinary people, in the overall situation of the Jin soldiers marching south, a group of warriors' desperate fight did not have the effect of turning the tide. They were like inconspicuous little waves, and in the blink of an eye, they were swept up in the surging tide.
When Xiangzhou suddenly heard about Zhou Tong's death, Yue Fei was raising money to replenish weapons and armor for his more than 300 Xiang army soldiers. He raised 150 taels of silver and was about to hand it over to the officer in charge of ordnance.
I heard the news that Zhou Tong was dead.
He has not seen his master for a long time.
After studying under the guidance of Zhou Tong, Yue Fei went to join the army. Zhou Tong traveled around the world, doing chivalry and righteousness. He passed by Tang Yin three times and gave some money to his family. Yue Fei only met Zhou Tong.
Only once. As the last direct disciple of Zhou Tong, the two of them have the same serious temperament. Yue Fei can understand the master's thoughts. Once he leaves the master, he will not interfere too much in the affairs of his disciples. But he does not care about his disciples.
The hope is self-evident.
"Take the right path."
When the teacher left, the old man just said a simple sentence. Perhaps it was because the teacher was in good spirits and body. When the bad news came, he was also in a daze. He stood on the street for a moment. His eyes were red.
Go into the agreed upon restaurant and hand the bag containing the money to the officer distributing military supplies.
When the other party left him to drink, he made an excuse and left. The official who stayed behind opened the bag and looked at it. On the silver ingot, there were clear fingerprints made by his hands.
"Soldier ruffian..." The official curled his lips, cursed in a low voice, drank a glass of wine, and left singing a ditty.
Soon after, Yue Fei's soldiers received their equipment.
Many green forest people gradually learned about Zhou Tong's death from the propaganda of Bamboo Records, but it was a later story. And related to this, a man who was once named Lin Chong and later changed his name to Mu Yi learned the news.
At that time, it was in the chaos that was much later, when the news of the old man's sacrifice had spread all over the world.
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In autumn, in an inn near the Miao border, there was a loud crash and the floor collapsed.
Several important leaders of the Great Light Sect ran downstairs. In the chaos, they saw the most embarrassing side of the leader.
The huge Lin Zongwu stepped on the floor from upstairs and fell down, crushing a banquet table below. The spilled soup and water hung on his body, which also frightened several people who were eating around him.
In Lin Zongwu's left hand, he was holding the note that conveyed the news, and his right hand was clenching his fist tightly. He just stood blankly in the tatters of the round table, unaware that vegetable soup and other things were sliding down his body.
After a moment, his teeth moved visibly.
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"
The roar came from his throat, and as he raised his head, it began to get higher and higher. The sun shone in, and his broad brocade robe was dancing. The sound expanded in all directions, like a wild bull, like a loud bell,
It gradually became like a sea tide, like thunder, driven by strong internal force, making the whole inn seem to be shaking, and the sound could be heard for miles, and it lasted for a long time.
"Who said...he could die like this..."
When the sound finally stopped, they saw Lin Zongwu with red eyes shaking the note in his hand, and then he finally started to walk out in a daze. When he passed the pillar outside the inn, he punched the wooden pillar.
.After a while, half of the inn, which had been repaired carelessly, collapsed in the back.
Dust was rising, pedestrians were running, Lin Zongwu looked at the daylight, and everything became pale.
There was an era that should belong to him, but due to insufficient strength, they were eventually forced to leave the center of the era by Fang La and others. When he came out this time, he hoped that this was his era, and knew that this was his era.
It's time. He wants to have a showdown with that old man. If it's that iron arm, he is willing to pay a huge price to seek victory.
The only pity is that Zhou Tong is already old. Even if he really faces him, he will be a little helpless.
But now, he has completely lost even this opportunity.
The moment he got the news, Lin Zongwu suddenly understood that from now on, no matter who he defeated, he would never be better than that old man in the eyes of the world.
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If there are heroes in the world, why not meet them here...
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On the afternoon of the next day after receiving the news of Zhou Tong's death, the convoy approached the temporary camp of Wurui Camp. There were queues going back and forth at the entrance of the camp and cavalry coming and going. It was also a busy scene.
The bearded Qin Shaoqian came out with his own soldiers. The 50,000-strong army that originally guarded the area near Shandong and had contributed to Ning Yi's expedition to Liangshan was now under his command.
"Here we come." Qin Shaoqian bowed his hand to Ning Yi.
"Here we come." Ning Yi also cupped his hands.
Wanyan Zongwang's troops threatened Jinan, and Wanyan Zonghan surrounded Taiyuan. The large-scale clearing of the country has begun, and there are more things waiting for them to do... (To be continued...)
ps: I originally wanted to write the last chapter in 2014, and then it became the first chapter in 2015. Okay, double the monthly pass, please give me a guaranteed monthly pass^_^i861