A little white feather entered the boundary of Suzhou from Jiangzhou to the west. In just three to five days, it flew across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, overlooking the countryside. The skin and flesh of the hungry corpses on the roadside were eaten away by owls and wild dogs, leaving only white bones and rags scattered among the grass and trees.
, no tomb, no incense, no tombstone, no one came to pay homage.
When the white-feathered homing pigeon flew over a city, its physical strength was already very low. It had to drop down to a branch to rest for a while. When it was combing its flying feathers, it saw a bustling atmosphere below. Hundreds of people lined up in a long queue waiting for a steaming meal.
In front of the big iron pot, there were some people in ragged clothes, with yellow faces and skinny bodies, holding cracked coarse porcelain bowls, and there were also people with rich faces and rich faces, wearing gold and silver, holding thin porcelain bowls and chatting nonchalantly, which made it a bit puzzling. With such a scene, where can I go to find food?
Are you waiting here for a bowl of thin porridge?
It saw someone again and brought a bowl of porridge and water. As soon as it passed the end of the alley, someone snatched it away. After chasing it for two steps, it lost strength, covered its face and fell to the ground, crying bitterly.
When it had rested enough, it circled around the city. It finally found a handful of white rice half-hidden by a bamboo basket, so it flew down to peck at it. The wooden stick holding up the bamboo basket loosened.
He only had time to smash half of its wings.
It flew away in a hurry, with stones flying behind it, and several children complaining to each other. If it hadn't been so urgent, wouldn't there be roasted pigeons in a while?
Terrible....
Still in shock, it flew hurriedly for another day and night, and finally arrived at a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. There was a clear water between the mountains, and there was a small boat in the water. On the small boat, there was a woman in a green hat and a green raincoat. She saw it from a distance.
When it comes, it shows a little smile.
The woman who did not imitate the hermit who "fished alone in the cold river snow" did not take anything like a fishing rod. She stretched out a small hand to let the carrier pigeon rest on the back of her hand, caressed the white feathers on its body, and tied it from its feet.
He took out a roll of white silk from the slender tube. After reading the words on it, he took out a handful of rice and put it in the palm of his hand, letting the carrier pigeon peck at it. Then he stuffed another roll into the slender tube and wrote.
Then he let the carrier pigeon fly away.
The small boat stopped at the nearby wooden pier. The woman left the boat, took off her raincoat and handed it to the servants waiting on the shore. Someone on the shore was half-kneeling.
"Miss, there are still 127 disciples who can be contacted in Jiangzhou, Huizhou, Suzhou and Qingzhou." The half-kneeling man said solemnly: "Twenty-nine of them are suspected of defecting to Songfeng Mountain.
They have all fought against Songfeng Mountain and survived. I will wait and see for the time being. If it is confirmed, the lady will set a time to clean up the house."
"There is no need to set a time." The woman said coldly, "Once you fall into the trap of being a dog in Songfeng Mountain, then just kill him. The sooner the better."
The half-kneeling man was stunned for only half an instant, then lowered his head and said, "Yes, I will obey your order."
The subordinate, who originally thought that he would be so merciful and let these nineteen people go without saying anything based on the young lady's temper, would not be so violent was about to retreat, but he heard a woman's sneer coming from behind:
"Liu Zizai, do you think I will let these people live and give them a way to survive? If so, those who died on Qihu Lake, those who died in various executions in Jiangzhou, and those who died in the wild rivers at the junction of Jiangsu and Suzhou
, their lives, who will let them live?"
"Once the defection is confirmed, he will be killed immediately. If he covers up, he will be guilty of the same crime."
After hearing this, Liu Zizai knew that there was no room for maneuver in this matter.
He gave up the idea of begging for mercy to that group of people and exited. To be honest, even if he stood in front of him, he would have killed all twenty-nine people with one knife. He could have counted the number of people killed by mistake on one hand.
It's just that they were all acquaintances in the front building. If they were to be killed face to face, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to do it.
But what's wrong with them telling the truth? They were just looking for a way to survive, otherwise they would have become lonely ghosts like the hundreds of people in Qihu. Liu Zizai was lucky enough not to return to Jiali County, so he
He escaped, but if he hadn't been delayed on the road, he might have actually become one of the twenty-nine people.
Having said that, Liu Zizai began to consider what was needed to kill the traitors in Yanyu Tower. He was not an important role in Yanyu Tower originally, but a second-class disciple who received three taels of silver per month. Now,
But it was a blessing in disguise that he was in charge of most things in the Yanyu Building and also held the title of deputy building owner. His status was obviously much higher than before. It was just that he had a big name but very little authority. He could mobilize those under his command.
However, there were more than thirty people with ordinary skills, all of whom were at the second-floor level. I wanted him to take a three-story man with him to kill the twenty-nine traitors...
I'm afraid it's not like hitting an egg with an egg.
Among the twenty-nine people, the one with the highest level of martial arts is the Hall Master in front of Yanyu Tower, who is only one step away from the fifth floor of martial arts. He is one of the few people who can survive the siege after the battle of Qihu Lake. The other twenty people have the highest level of martial arts.
The eight of them are almost the same number. They all had a period of time where their whereabouts were unclear, and now they are hiding everywhere incognito. If they want to follow the old rules of Yanyu Tower, they have to bring someone to kill them, read out the charges and make them plead guilty.
Fu Zhu and those who dared to resist were killed on the spot. This was originally done by the people in the building to show off their tactics.
If we follow this plan now, let alone whether it can be done, if clues are revealed to Songfeng Mountain and the Cutting Deer Platform, how can we resist it with our current manpower?
It seems that if you can't fight head-on, you still have to use assassination...
The current deputy owner of Yanyu Building has gone far away. It is not an exaggeration to say that the beautiful scenery of Suzhou South is a paradise. The small village with more than 300 people living outside has not been affected by the famine, and the location is hidden. Suzhou Prefecture
The village didn't even appear on the maps drawn by the government. It was a deserted area, but they never thought that it was a place that Yu Cheng, the owner of Yanyu Tower, had spent more than ten years spending a lot of manpower, material and financial resources, burning mountains and clearing wasteland.
Three cunning rabbit caves. If my father could have built one more cave, he probably wouldn't have had to go to Songfeng Mountain to fight for his narrow escape.
Yu Wenzhao thought.
It took her three months to escape from Jiangzhou. Before that, all the important roads were guarded by state troops, and people who came and went were strictly interrogated. It was absolutely impossible to break through by force. It was not until the autumn harvest in Suzhou, Huizhou, that she fled.
Only when tens of thousands of hungry people came over did she, Liu Zi and her group go against them and leave Jiangzhou.
However, after leaving Jiangzhou, I saw people dying of hunger all over the place. The roots of bark and grass had all been torn out. Some people began to eat Guanyin soil to satisfy their hunger. In the end, their stomachs bulged like those of a pregnant woman. Finally, they could not move and died of swelling.
Yu Wenzhao, Zheng Zheng and Liu Zizai went to look for this place together, but they ran out of food on the way. Zheng Zheng exchanged his arm for half a bucket of millet to satisfy the hunger of the three of them, otherwise they would never have been able to get here.
However, just before the last few dozen miles of journey, Zheng Zheng, who had an arm chopped off and little food to eat, fell down and died. At that time, she and Liu Zizai had no strength to give him even food.
A small pit was dug to shelter him, and only some withered grass could be used to cover his body.
When Yu Wenzhao finally arrived here, he ordered people to find Zheng Zheng's body for a proper burial. However, he found that it had been eaten to pieces by wild dogs, so he tried his best to put it into the coffin and put a few things from his life.
Clothing is better than a tomb.
She then stayed here, contacting the Yanyu Tower strongholds in various places in Songfeng Mountain that had not yet been eradicated, gathering the remaining manpower, and waiting for the opportunity to make a comeback.
Easier said than done.
The Yanyu Tower, which can stand side by side with Songfeng Mountain and Jiangzhou, no longer exists. Those who survived are lingering in hiding places here and elsewhere. They are fugitives wanted by the Jiangzhou government. They are the so-called remnants of bandits and people who cannot see the light of day.
Shameless people want to reconcile with Songfeng Mountain, which has returned to the capital. What's more important is that it doesn't matter if the government knows the truth. Yanyu Tower is no longer a climate. If Songfeng Mountain is investigated and dealt with according to the law,
, who can replace the black and white order in Jiangzhou's Jianghu? I'm afraid that not only the Jiangzhou general who colluded with Songfengshan will not agree, but also the Jiangzhou governor will act as an accomplice. Yanyulou can't even control this point.
The second-rate sects in the state have to think carefully, let alone against the Jiangzhou state army.
Yu Wenzhao is just a female figure, not a heroine or a fairy, nor is she a strange woman with enough talent and talent to revive the Yanyu Tower. She is just the young lady from Qihu Cailing who is under the generous wings of the owner of the Yanyu Tower, Yu Cheng.
Carefree, she waited until she first grew up, and waited for a young man who looked like a silly goose at first sight to lift her red hijab, and then they stayed together for the rest of their lives.
But she can't go back.
Uncle Wu who loved reading died, Uncle Zhao who always carried her on his shoulders when she was young also died, Mr. Zhang who came all the way to Qihu to protect the island in the middle of the lake and loved drinking also died. Dad died, so did he.
Only a few people from the Zhang family in Yanyulou and Qishan County died.
That night, the fire in Qihu Lake burned the sky and the earth like day, and the blood dyed the lake water red. She could see it as soon as she closed her eyes. The disciples of Yanyu Tower in the lake were not closing their eyes. They looked at her with wide eyes, and then they suddenly jumped out of the water.
Drag her deeper into the lake.
"You have to avenge us! You have to avenge us!" The man whose half face and facial bones were covered with a horrific knife wound screamed, and countless people swam from the bottom of the lake, pushing her deeper.
He was dragged away from place to place, and the shouts gradually became more uniform, all with the same sentence.
You must avenge us.
Then she drowned, and thousands of pairs of eyes in the water looked at her, hoping that she would slowly sink to the bottom of the lake and fall into darkness...
Every time she woke up after sleeping, she was breathing heavily like a drowning person.
Yu Wenzhao didn't want these people to die in vain... Perhaps only by letting those who died in silence rest in peace could she truly have a peaceful sleep.
There are only a hundred or so disciples in Yanyu Tower now... No, more than a hundred. She looked at the peaceful village. The people here were isolated from the world. If someone accidentally broke in, they would find that there was no one among them.
Young and old, all are capable young men in their twenties, and none of them are women.