When the starry field was completely turned upside down, a hazy light came out from the edge of the mountains. The little light was enough for someone to see the way out of the town clearly.
There were letters in front of the little brothel and the old scholar's house. The reason why the latter letter was not left at the old Wei's house was because the two old men were illiterate.
There is a young boy missing in Qingshan Town, and a young two-story martial artist is added to the rivers and lakes outside Qingshan Town.
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At the foot of Songfeng Mountain, Zishi.
The steward of the outer mountain patrolled everywhere with his hands behind his back. The mountains and hills were now brightly lit at night. Hundreds of kilograms of kerosene were spent on this alone every day. However, the big shots on the mountain were not stingy with these expenditures. Why should he, the steward, be heartbroken?
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Although the disciples of Songfeng Mountain are said to have tens of thousands of disciples, in fact, including the servants, long-term and short-term workers in the mountain gate, there are only six to seven thousand people. However, people in the world are so proud that they pay attention to rounding up the numbers, which is nice.
some.
This outsider, who has been enjoying himself at the gate of Songfeng Mountain for twenty or thirty years, still has a huge bulge in his belly even though he is wearing a jade-encrusted belt. He sways as he steps, as if he is nine months pregnant.
Yue is about to give birth. Who can tell that this is a third-floor martial artist?
Therefore, the outsider, who was quite confident, did not bring any guards during his midnight patrol. Although he was fat, he only took an hour and a half to complete a half-circle around the foot of Songfeng Mountain.
Walking like the wind for an hour and a half, he stretched out his short, fat palms with difficulty to lift the sweat-soaked silk shirt stuck to his broad back. He looked at the road in front of him, and it took him so long to finish his inspection.
For ordinary checkpoints, if you continue walking, you may not be able to finish until dawn.
How about going back to the mountain and telling those difficult people in Uchiyama that everything is okay?
With his position, he can have some idea of how powerful those Yanyulou masters are, not to mention that now he has to add the six-story martial artist from the Zhang Family Gun in Qishan County... There is really no room for his negligence, including
The upper echelons of Songfeng Mountain, including the mountain master, attach great importance to the fortification of the inside and outside of the mountain gate. For more than half a month, the number of disciples who have been severely punished and even expelled from the mountain gate is more than the number of hands.
The steward of the outer mountain, who holds one of the most fertile vacancies on Songfeng Mountain, obviously does not want to be forced to retire at this age, not to mention that there is a promising nephew among the younger generation, who was favored by the mountain owner Gao Xu and personally sent him to the inner mountain.
, his future is guaranteed to be good without any surprises, and maybe together with his cousin, his status will be raised to a higher level.
Thinking of this section, the foreign mountain steward's legs and feet, which had already felt weak, gained some strength from the ground. He glanced at the fire in the distance and hurried away again.
Seeing the light of fire becoming more and more clear in his sight, the steps of the steward gradually slowed down, and his eyes grew wary.
A martial artist's five senses always become more acute as his level rises, and among the five senses of this outsider, smell is the strongest. As he gets closer and closer to the checkpoint, the originally elusive smell of blood becomes stronger.
Look up, this is something that even the best hounds trained by hunters can hardly smell.
In the temporarily set up camp, Mr. Qian gently threw the last corpse with a broken skull into the shadow of the camp, and then asked Zhang Wu with gestures, who was concentrating on the man's movements gradually approaching, if he wanted to kill him.
To kill them quietly or to get away with wearing the attire of a disciple of Songfeng Mountain.
Zhang Wu was not in a hurry to give an answer. Apart from his slightly slow movements, there was nothing unusual about this person. There were so many checkpoints at the foot of Songfeng Mountain that it would be difficult for everyone to know him.
However, Yu Cheng's crisp gesture dispelled Zhang Wu's thoughts of luck. Along the way, the five of them had quietly killed more than 30 people from Songfeng Mountain. At this moment, they would take the risk of showing mercy to one person.
The risk of falling short is not worth it. By the time this person enters this camp, he will die.
The wind was blowing loudly. If it weren't for the brightly lit tent, it would be really scary. The five people in the tent were wearing the clothes of disciples from outside Songfeng Mountain. They were either tight or loose. In addition, there was a guy like Zhang Wu.
The old man with white beard and hair certainly does not look like a disciple of Songfeng Mountain.
Even in Zhang Wu's opinion, there were no omissions in the previous killing of the six people stationed in the camp. It was just that the master of the Songfeng Mountain Hall was a little more heavy-handed. He almost missed the person's head with one palm, and the mouth and nose of the Songfeng Mountain disciple
Blood splattered on Zhongya, but it was wiped clean by him in just a moment...
wrong!
Zhang Wu suddenly became nervous. The Songfeng Mountain man was gradually approaching, and his sweat-soaked shirt revealed that this man was in a martial arts state on the verge of breaking out.
The other people were also surprised when they saw Zhang Wu's reaction. However, the level of martial arts was not low, and they all understood the current situation after a while. They looked at each other and waited for the opportunity to take action.
If the martial artist who was only a three-story warrior knew that three five-story warriors and two six-story warriors would take action to take his name later, he would feel deeply unfortunate and would probably feel so solemn about being treated so seriously.
Take some pride in your life.
Just waiting for Zhang Wu
With a gesture, or if the person's actions are slightly wrong, the people in the camp will approach eight feet in front of the unlucky disciple of Songfeng Mountain within five seconds. From this distance, Zhang Wu, who is holding a mountain gun, can throw the gun.
Once the technique is performed, the person will never breathe again.
Maybe you don't need to leave the tent, just wait for this person to take a few steps forward.
Second Master Qian thought so, but when he looked at the Songfeng Mountain disciple again, he had stopped walking, suddenly turned around and ran backwards while groping for something from his arms.
"Not good." Zhang Wu, who could no longer keep silent, roared, tore the oilcloth wrapped around the camp tent, charged up his power with his right hand, and threw a gun.
The sound of the spear cracking the wind was particularly harsh in the silent night. Perhaps the man knew from the sound of the wind behind him that he could no longer dodge the spear thrown by the man whose level was much higher than his own, so he gave up the plan of searching for the object in his arms.
, then took a deep breath, intending to yell:
"The enemy...attacked."
This roar did not have the effect he expected, and by the time these two words came out of his mouth, it had become a weak and feeble moan.
This man, who had served as an outside mountain steward in Songfeng Mountain for decades, still retained his loyalty to his sect at the last moment of his life, trying to find that thing in his arms.
However, a subsequent blow of an ax chopped off his head. A person without a head, no matter how high his martial arts level is, cannot make any moves.
Zhang Wu walked three feet in front of the headless corpse, pulled out the body from the soft soil under the mountain pine, and then flew out three feet away with the mountain gun that was one foot deep into the ground. He shook off the blood stains on the gun.
The sharp point of the gun is sharp.
The five people looked around. Although the defense at the foot of Songfeng Mountain was tight, the checkpoints were still half a mile apart. To the disciples outside Songfeng Mountain with low martial arts realm, these sounds were no different than silence.
Then the five people did not cover the headless corpse and went straight to the mountain.