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Lin'an County, outside the inner city, has four districts: southeast, northwest and west. The west district is the only way to the county town. The western suburbs are located on the outskirts of the west district. On the road leading to the county town, there is a pavilion called Liangxin Pavilion.
The pavilion has been built for decades. It has been exposed to wind, rain, and scorching sun, and is sometimes dilapidated. It has also been repaired more than a dozen times. Today, it is still not as dilapidated as it was before.
The night is deep, and tonight is a good time for a night walk, because the sky is dark without moon or stars.
In the Liangxin Pavilion, a figure stood tall with his hands on his back, as if surrounded by wisps of night wind, like an elf.
In the distance, a figure flew as fast as the wind and as silently as a wisp of smoke. After entering the Liangxin Pavilion, its figure instantly changed from extremely moving to extremely still, as if it was contrary to common sense.
Without the slightest inertia to move forward, he just stood still and didn't appear to be abrupt at all.
"Guan Duwu." The visitor was the first to greet him.
"Lin Sishou." The figure who had been waiting for some time in the Liangxin Pavilion responded with his hands wrapped around the night wind: "Since you are here, I will take the first step to block the retreat of Yan Chao's villains."
"Guan Duwu, please don't take the lead and kill all the villains." Lin Sishou suddenly laughed.
"Don't worry, unless there is General Yanchao." Guan Leshan floated away in the night wind, and his voice floated along the night wind and reached Sishou Lin's ears.
Lin Sishou had a smile on his face.
This operation was not only to eliminate a stronghold of the Yan Dynasty, but also to obtain meritorious service.
Why do the people of the Zhenwu Division perform their tasks and why do they fight so hard?
It's not just for merit.
Merit can be redeemed from the Zhenwu Division for martial arts, weapons, elixirs, etc., which will help you practice, improve your strength, and make the path of martial arts smoother. In the future, you can stand higher and have stronger strength and status.
, This is what every martial arts practitioner wants. Otherwise, what is the purpose of practicing martial arts? What is the purpose of torturing yourself through winter training and summer training? Isn’t it delicious to live a good life?
If you don’t have meritorious deeds, you can’t exchange them for martial arts weapons, elixirs, etc. So why do you work so hard?
As for the monthly salary, it is indeed a lot for ordinary people, a huge sum of money, but for martial arts practitioners, it is actually not much. I don’t know how much money I have spent since practicing martial arts.
Poor literature and rich martial arts are nothing more than this principle.
During external exercise, to strengthen muscles and bones, you must have enough food supplements, preferably meat, preferably medicated diet. Is medicated diet cheap?
It's not cheap at all, it can cost as little as ten or twenty taels, and if you eat it a few times, it can cost you hundreds of taels. If you have to rely on such a monthly salary, why bother? The money you can get by joining a gang is several times more, even if you don't.
If you join a gang and work for some families, you can get more money than if you join the Zhenwu Division.
However, it is difficult to get better martial arts, weapons, and elixirs by joining a gang. Many gangs themselves do not have much inventory, unless they are some very large gangs. The larger the gang, the more difficult it is to enter, and once you enter, it will be difficult.
It is often difficult to get reused because they are afraid that they will be sent by other hostile forces.
As for those family forces, they have their own inheritance, and it is extremely difficult to obtain their inheritance.
The easiest person to inherit is probably the Zhenwu Division. You only need to have meritorious service. If you have meritorious service and the corresponding official position, you can exchange it for the things you need, including martial arts, weapons, elixirs, etc.
The Zhenwu Division relies on the dynasty, the family has a great business, and there are countless martial arts accumulated over hundreds of years.
Guandu Wu is a master of martial arts. If he kills all the enemies in one go, he will get a lot of merit, but the other people in the Lin'an County Zhenwu Division will not get any merit at all.
This approach is obviously inconsistent with some of the rules of the Zhenwu Division that are not stated openly but are recognized by many people. Just because the same meritorious service is a huge sum of money for internal martial arts practitioners, it is related to their
Training and improvement are nothing to a strong martial arts master.
The reason is very simple. For a poor person, one tael of silver may be a month's expenses, but for a wealthy person, it is not even enough for a meal.
If a rich man and a poor man compete for a tael of silver, they will lose face and status and gain little.
But this is the truth. People in the world have thousands of attitudes, and it is inevitable that some weird things will appear.
Fortunately, Guan Duwu's response was like this, which made Chief Lin secretly breathe a sigh of relief. Otherwise, if we act tonight, it will be nothing but a bamboo basket, and it will also damage people's hearts.
Looking at the direction in which Guan Duwu was leaving, Chief Lin suddenly smiled. He was as beautiful as a flower, and his beauty was so charming that he embarrassed thousands of women.
One after another, figures flew over from different directions with as subtle a sound as possible, and stopped one after another outside the Liangxin Pavilion.
"Secretary Chief." Those who came were the eight chief and deputy envoys of the Zhenwu Division, all of whom were true warriors.
Lin Sishou nodded gently, all smiles on his face fading away.
About a quarter of an hour later, another figure flew over from a distance through the night. It was the chief and deputy inspector of the Zhenwu Division.
Xiao Tianyu is at the limit of internal training. He has an extraordinary family background and has a martial arts inheritance. Therefore, he has outstanding physical skills and arrived first, followed by others. Although the woodcutter has perfected internal training, he is not good at physical skills and speed.
Therefore, it is in the middle.
In today's Zhenwu Division, the person with the lowest level of cultivation is the Internal Training Xiaocheng.
Lin Xiao followed the woodcutter, as if strolling in a garden. When the woodcutter arrived and paused outside Liangxin Pavilion, his breath was a little disordered. On the other hand, Lin Xiao was calm and composed. This scene also attracted the attention of many people.
After all, he was a newcomer, and everyone was quite curious about his abilities. Lin Xiao killing Wen Liang first and then Wen Jingxu was not a good thing after all, so many people knew about it and even fewer knew the inside story.
If the newcomer's ability is insufficient, it may be delayed and lead to some unnecessary casualties, especially in an operation like this tonight, where life and death are unpredictable. Throughout the past and present, there are many examples.
Now seeing that Lin Xiao was able to follow the woodcutter closely and look calm and unhurried, he nodded secretly. Not to mention other abilities, his body skills were really good, and his Qi pulse was also quite long. If he couldn't beat him, he could at least escape.
It should not be a hindrance to others.
But, what the hell is that outfit?
The sleeves of the robe are wide, with two swords hanging from the waist, and the dress is very coquettish. Aren't you worried that it will affect the sword use?
Warriors have different personalities and may even have some strange hobbies, but when it comes to martial arts, they are very particular.
For example, why do warriors like to wear short robes and fancy outfits?
Is it because it looks good?
Well, it does look better. Most people who practice martial arts have strengthened their muscles and bones after years of practice, and their bodies are more toned than ordinary people. They wear powerful clothes to make them look more heroic and vigorous. But in the final analysis, the most important thing is to make it easier to take action.
When warriors fight, especially life-and-death battles, in addition to their own cultivation strength, external influences also exist.
The so-called good time, place, people, and people are nothing more than this.
For example, if your hair is too long and it is untidy and accidentally blocks your sight, the enemy will seize the opportunity.
Another example is that if the robe is too wide, there will inevitably be some friction between the moves, which will also affect oneself.
However, there are so many warriors in the world, and there are so many martial arts in the world. Some martial arts require some specific robes and accessories to set off, so that they can be displayed vividly.
The martial arts division of Lin'an County came out in full force tonight, with forty-three internal practitioners and nine real martial artists.
"The stronghold of the Yan Dynasty villains is in Yizhuang, three miles away. Remember, surround Yizhuang and leave no one behind." Mr. Lin's spring-like red phoenix eyes slowly passed over everyone's face, and his voice was as gentle as the night wind.
But it contains the slightest trace of Xiao Sha.
"Yizhuang!" The uninformed person whispered secretly, and Lin Xiao also frowned slightly.
What is Yizhuang?
It's not a courtyard or a mansion, but a morgue specially used to receive dead people and store their bodies.
Some beggars, tramps and other unscrupulous people have died, and some martial artists such as Jianghu vendettas have died without anyone claiming them. How should the bodies be disposed of?
Of course, it is impossible to let it rot, unless it is in an inaccessible mountain forest. Special people often transport it to a yizhuang on the outskirts of the city and store it for a few days to see if anyone comes to claim it and bury it. If not, it will be disposed of collectively, usually
Burn it to avoid causing any plague or anything like that.
Yizhuang was built by the government. The people who moved the corpses were often poor people who had to take this kind of job that most people thought was unlucky in order to make a living. They took a meager amount of money. Of course, the money was also provided by the government. Sometimes, the corpses were moved.
People can also gain a lot. For example, if they find some money on a corpse, they can be happy for a whole day or even several days.
Yizhuang turned out to be a stronghold for the villains of the Yan Dynasty?
It was really unexpected. However, Chief Lin actually ordered that no one be spared but to be killed without mercy. He did not spare any chance of being tortured and tortured out of Yan Dynasty's other strongholds. Perhaps he felt that it was not necessary.
Just as your superiors say, so will your actions.
Lin Sishou led the way, his figure floating as if riding on the wind. He was also wearing a robe, but the style was different from Lin Xiao's. It looked more delicate, but it was made of navy blue as the background color, with silver piping.
There are also wisps of light cloud patterns lingering on the robe.
The eight true warriors set off one after another, closely following Chief Lin, followed by a group of martial arts practitioners.
"Dressed like this, do you think you are not conspicuous enough and will die quickly enough?" Xiao Tianyu slowed down slightly and was on the same level as Lin Xiao, saying something lukewarm.
The robe with wide sleeves does not affect movement, but it is still white. It is more conspicuous and eye-catching at this night. It is clearly meant to be a target. You said you want to wear a robe, so change to black. It will make it easier to move when blending into the night. In general,
It's ok, but it just happens to be all white.
Do you think you are the leader?
I didn't notice that Si was wearing a navy blue robe, which was closer to the night.
"Handsome." Lin Xiao chuckled. In fact, he didn't think too much about it. It's more interesting to practice the Jiangdong style in a robe, and he wanted to be more chic, so he was naturally wearing a white robe. Who would have expected that there would be someone tonight?
Action is the only way to go.
Xiao Tianyu quickened his figure and stopped paying attention to Lin Xiao with a cold face. Thinking about it, this guy with a skin as thick as steel should be able to withstand the attacks of the Yan Dynasty villains and would not be killed so easily. Take a step back.
He said that even if he was killed, it was because he was too arrogant and coquettish.
Live in a low profile and die in a coquettish way, it's nothing more than that.
The three-mile road is actually not that far away. Headed by Chief Lin, eight imperial envoys are in the middle, and forty-three patrols follow. They approach each other one after another. The closer they get, the slower their speed becomes, and the sound becomes subtler, making it less likely to be detected.
Be aware.
Guan Leshan had already arrived first and was lurking here, monitoring the movements in Yizhuang.
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Late at night, there is darkness in Yi Zhuang. This darkness is not only the darkness of the night, but also has the gloomy atmosphere accumulated bit by bit by the corpses parked for many years. The combination of the gloomy atmosphere and darkness forms the unique darkness in Yi Zhuang.
The interior of Yi Zhuang is not small. There are wooden boards placed one person apart, all covered with old straw mats. Some straw mats are empty, and some have corpses on them. There is a rickety old man walking tremblingly holding a lantern.
He seemed to be patrolling the morgue carefully, muttering something like chanting sutras, his voice was low, hoarse, and somewhat broken.
The firelight of the lantern reflected on the face of the rickety old man. It was a face full of wrinkles. Mosquitoes would be pinched to death if they stayed. His eyes were cloudy, but under the firelight they looked like a pool of green stagnant water.
The trembling, thin and rickety body seemed to have half a foot in the coffin. It could become a member of the morgue anytime and anywhere. After a while, the old man walked around all the morgues in Yi Zhuang with a lantern.
He was about to return to his room when his steps suddenly stopped. A cold light flashed through his turbid green eyes. The lantern flames flickered, making the old man's rickety figure reflected on the wall suddenly stretch, as if he was choosing someone with his teeth and claws.
And like a devouring demon.
"There are really a lot of mortuary spaces left here. Maybe they will be filled tonight."
As if he was mumbling something inarticulate, the rickety old man chuckled and returned to his original appearance, as trembling as a candle in the wind. However, he stretched out his skinny hand, which looked like a chicken's claw, and lightly tapped the wall.
After three breaths, there was a slight and dull clicking sound, and the ground beside the wall slowly cracked open, revealing a series of stairs. Inside the stairs was a deeper darkness, bottomless, as if leading to the Nine Netherworlds of Hell.
"What's the matter?" A low and suppressed voice suddenly sounded from the bottomless darkness of the stairs. It came out like a muffled thunder, but stopped on the stairs and only reached the ears of the rickety old man.
"There are some little mice here." The rickety old man showed a creepy sinister smile again: "There are quite a few."
"Really, that kind of love just makes me succeed." A few breaths later, another dull thunderous voice came out, which seemed to be a bit joking. Soon, there were appalling laughter like ghosts.
The sound came from the darkness under the stairs.
"Hiding the head and showing the tail." A figure stood in the sky above Yizhuang, but it seemed to blend into the night, surrounded by wisps of night, as if everything it saw and heard was transmitted to its ears, and it couldn't help but chuckle. When the sound sounded, it did not disperse, but directly
Disappeared in the night wind, leaving people in Yi Zhuang unable to hear or feel.