Li Jinrong said to her: "The present of the gravel is the past of the mountains, and your present is our past."

Zhou Fei revisited this sentence three times in her heart, her heartbeat miraculously slowed down, the cold sweat on her palm quickly subsided, and her chaotic brain cooled down. Orderly clarity.

Li Yan pointed out to her who was who, like a cradling, and the rest was up to her.

Zhou Fei lowered her gaze slightly, held Wangchūn Mountain in her hands, lifted her feet into the Elder Hall, and clasped her fists at the three dumbfounded people in front of her and said, "Master Zhang, Master Zhao, Senior Brother Lin."

"Zhou Fei?" Zhao Qiusheng usually frowned when she was watching the house, and this was no exception. He glanced at him and saw Ma Jili and the others behind him, and immediately regarded Zhou Fei and Li Yan as a little brat who added to the chaos.

Zhao Qiusheng passed over Zhou Fei and directly asked Ma Jili: "Brother Ma, what's going on? Didn't you take Li Yan's child to Jinling? Why didn't you send one away, but brought back one? stranger?"

Ma Jili was about to answer, but saw Xie Yun made a gesture of silence at him.

If Ma Jili said this first sentence on behalf of Zhou Fei, then her image of "little cumbersome, little follower" in the eyes of these old men would be considered solid.

Maggie choked hesitantly.

However, Zhou Fei walked into the Elder Hall without raising her eyelids, and said, "There is a reason for this, and it's hard to explain in words, Master Zhao, Mingfeng rebelled, and now the outermost post in the village has been unpredictable, Xi Mojiang has already fried the pot, you are now Do you want me to explain to you why Li Yan is not in Jinling?"

She said this rudely, but her tone and attitude were too straightforward and natural, and there was no intention of the younger generation to provoke and rebel against the elders, which made Zhao Qiusheng stunned for a moment: "...No, wait, you just said that you are going in and out. The outermost outposts are... how do you know it's the Mingfeng Rebellion?"

Wouldn't the forty-eight villages be leaking from all directions?

Zhou Fei raised her head and glanced at him, and lightly rubbed her fingers against the handle of the knife looking at Chun Mountain.

At this time, everyone saw her hand. There was a thin layer of calluses on the inside of the snow-white thumb, and the fingertips were still stained with fresh blood.

Zhou Fei tilted her head slightly without any expression on her face: "Because the murderers are always killed, I saw it with my own eyes, killed it with my own hands-Senior Brother Lin, should you organize the second batch of mountain patrol posts and replace the vacancies immediately? Sentinel, sent reinforcements to Ximo River in batches? The lead machine has probably been shut down, and foreign enemies climbed up from both sides of the Ximo River, it won't take long, right?"

Zhao Qiusheng looked at Zhou Fei, as if he saw a little cub with stray teeth put on an adult's clothes, dragging his long tail around and arguing, feeling extremely ridiculous and unreasonable: "You little girl, you..."

Just before he could say "what a mess", Lin Hao, who had been silent for a while, suddenly walked outside and let out a long, sharp whistle, and a few of his subordinates landed in the elder's hall in a blink of an eye. Cut off Zhao Qiusheng's nonsense.

Lin Hao can be the elder of the general defense, of course he is not lacking in heart. He doesn't need guidance from others on what to do when he encounters a problem - as long as these old men who rely on the old and sell the old can let him let him go and do things, instead of having to focus on this juncture. He patted the table and asked him to give an explanation.

Lin Hao naturally didn't intend to follow Zhou Fei's command, but she came so coincidentally that a few words just solved his embarrassment and predicament.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not, anyway, she explained who the rebels were by name in a few words, which was equivalent to pushing away most of the black cauldron on his head. Lin Hao got off the donkey and passed Zhao Qiusheng and Zhang Bolin who stared at the beards. After giving three orders, adding guards, and organizing people to wash the Mojiang River, he said to Zhou Fei, "If it's too late, it depends on how skilled you are."

Zhou Fei pushed Wangchūn Mountain away a little, then closed it with a "chuck", and said word by word, "Okay, if it's too late, let them leave their lives here."

This is the first principle that Xie Yun taught her on the way here - the elders in this village watched her grow up, and they pretended to be mysterious and increased the sense of mystery like they did with Yang Jin. It is unreliable, so you must ask less, speak less, explain less, and use the same force as a nail in the coffin when you speak. "Only when you believe in your own words can you try to impress others."

Zhou Fei glanced at Xie Yun either intentionally or unintentionally, just in line with his gaze, Xie Yun gave her a slight nod.

"After taking the attitude at the beginning, don't blindly step by step, you have to be relaxed. After all, you are a junior, and you are here to solve the problem, not to make a scene."

Zhou Fei squeezed her fingers on the handle of the knife a few times, and eased her expression. She lowered her eyebrows and said apologetically, "My niece was just disrespectful, but she was ambushed by her own people as soon as she entered the door. ."

Zhang Bolin opened his mouth, raised his eyebrows and lay back. Finally, he didn't say anything to rebuke, but just waved his hand helplessly.

Zhou Fei glanced at Zhao Qiusheng, bent down and did not move.

Her hair was a little messy, and the long hair on one side of the temple was obviously cut by a sharp weapon. The position was very dangerous. One point up was her face, and one point down was her throat. Maybe she was hit in the head when she was unsuspecting. Zhao Qiusheng felt that Zhou Fei was not likable at all on weekdays, and when he met the "Uncle Master" who was always hard on the face, there was nothing else to say. At this time, seeing her in a respectful and polite manner, suddenly there was something strange. The feeling - as if the annoying little girl is sensible.

Zhao Qiusheng finally snorted: "That's it."

After he finished speaking, he passed over Lin Hao and directly instructed in the attitude of a great elder: "Go wash Mojiang, I want to see, what kind of monsters and ghosts are those who eat inside and outside colluding with each other!"

Lin Hao was young, so naturally he couldn't say anything about it, but Zhang Bolin didn't take Zhao Qiusheng's tricks. Hearing that this person was acting like a gourd, he became a gourd on the spot and sighed heavily.

Zhou Fei swayed the rudder with the wind. Although she didn't say a word, she didn't rush to keep up with Zhao Qiusheng. Instead, she turned her questioning eyes towards Zhang Bolin.

This is the third sentence Xie Yun taught her - when she arrives at the elders hall, if all of them perform their duties and unite, then you don't have to say anything. It's you, but since your mother left the council of the presbytery instead of entrusting it to a specific person, she must have the intention of letting them check and balance each other. When you open the door of the presbytery, it's better to see them blushing. If you have a thick neck, you can have room to talk and do things. How to grasp this balance is the key.

Zhang Bolin met her gaze, and the sullen tone in his heart had an outlet. He stared at Zhao Qiusheng's back and said, "I'll make you proud, but everyone else is watching. It's like a mirror in their hearts, and they know who they can trust."

So Zhang Eidog nodded at Zhou Fei with a bit of reserved pride, and expressed his opinion: "Go wash the Mojiang River."

The Elder Hall briefly unified their opinions, and Lin Hao breathed a sigh of relief. The spare sentries in the forty-eight villages immediately took their places, and the men and horses of various sects gathered to wash the Mojiang River - the torches are walking at night, like a long dragon.

Zhou Fei swept her gaze and saw that there was suddenly a small gap between the major sects that were mixed together in the past. They were actually formed into teams according to the sect. stand up.

She didn't want to be so sensitive, but she still noticed it, and her expression darkened.

Xie Yun, who had been silent next to her, suddenly grabbed her hand, Xie Yun's palm was cold, and Zhou Fei was slightly stunned.

I saw him facing forward, as if he was not looking at her at all. His fingers, which were as warm as the palm of his hand, gently pressed Zhou Fei's slightly slack hand tightly on the long handle that looked at the chūn mountain.

It's not over yet-

Zhou Fei knew what he meant, and it wasn't over yet, and if there was no time to speak, she would use a snowbreaker to say it.

At this moment, the sound of guns and swords rang out, and a group of reinforcements who opened the way had already started to fight with the foreign enemy. Zhou Fei saw the familiar black-clothed man in the distance, and her heart sank slightly - it was Beidou.

☆、Chapter 79

Zhang Bolin shouted loudly, grabbed the long wooden warehouse in the hands of a disciple next to him, and went to take the lead.

Sect Master Qian Zhong's hard skills are so solid, Zhang Bolin's sword is not old, and when he rushed into the crowd, it was like a solid iron ball into the water. When it hit the ground, the two-finger-thick slate road immediately turned into a pancake that was deep-fried.

Not to mention the enemy, even his own people were startled by his grandfather's earth-shattering attack, Li Yan quickly took a half step back: "My mother..."

After she shouted, she didn't receive any approval. She turned her head and saw that Zhou Fei was leaning on a long knife, passing over the enemy and us and looking at a person from a distance.

The man was standing too far, he couldn't tell how old he was, he only had a vague outline, like a man with a long body. Prickly heat came, with a folding fan in his hand and a saber hanging from his waist. At first glance, he was almost as virtuous as Xie Yun, and he couldn't tell that he was better than others... If it wasn't for the fact that he stepped on a tree branch under his feet.

It's not the thick lord, it's the thinnest and most brittle twig on a tree. It can only hold a few ants. I'm afraid even bees can judge that "this place is not suitable to stay for a long time."

The thin branches of the tree swayed back and forth with the wind in the forest, the leaves trembled, as if they were always ready to return to their roots, and this man was wearing a grand dress, stepping on such a light branch, looking from a distance, It just hangs in the air.

The next moment, he seemed to sense Zhou Fei's gaze, and his feet suddenly moved.

The figure stepped on the treetops in the forest all the way, and flew to the front of the people in the 48th Village in a blink of an eye. !

This movement is so fast that it almost blinds the eyes, and the indescribable pressure is immediately engulfed by the rattling cloak, which makes people want to step back - except for the masters of the older generation such as Zhao Qiusheng, Even Lin Hao couldn't stand still.

Only Zhou Fei didn't move, her expression was still very calm, she seemed to stand out among a group of young disciples, Lin Hao couldn't help but glance at her.

Zhou Fei really wasn't pretending this time. The person who came here was extremely talented, and it was too outstanding. She couldn't help but think of Xie Yun when she saw it. Zhou Fei felt a little bit of awe.

Not only did she not panic, but she quickly figured out who this stranger was—the Seven Big Dippers, a Lianzhen who died, and the rest of the greedy, Lu Cun, and Wuqu she had already seen... So the person who came was Jumen. , Po Jun or Wen Qu?

At this time, Xie Yun, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke up, and he introduced softly: "'The breeze is coming', most of it is Gu Tianxuan."

"Jumen." Zhou Fei had already seen the person coming. Gu Tianxuan looked like a handsome scholar. Although he was not young, he was still handsome and handsome, with a few thin lines on the end of his peach blossom eyes. , as if there was still a little inexplicable smile.

Zhou Fei frowned and said, "I don't feel very well. As far as I know, Beidou has never known what 'single fight' is. It's impossible for him to be alone."

Zhao Qiusheng was stubborn again. Hearing these words, he couldn't help turning his head to stare at Zhou Fei and asked, "How do you know?"

Zhou Fei quickly raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a gān wry smile: "To be honest with Uncle Zhao, my trip out this time has been quite rewarding, and I almost recognized Beidou."

Even so, still can't find the north when get to the place where was born...

Zhao Qiusheng was stunned for a moment. He knew that Zhou Fei didn't like to talk, but he was very good at speaking. Hearing this sentence, he couldn't help but be horrified. For the first time, he wondered what happened to her outside.

Before Zhao Qiusheng could think about it, Lin Hao asked, "Junior Sister Zhou, what do you think?"

Zhou Fei was only responsible for drawing the knife most of the time, and seldom responsible for "seeing". After listening to the question, she subconsciously glanced at Xie Yun.

Xie Yun had unknowingly let go of her hand, stood two steps away, and was watching her without saying a word. His eyes were calm and gentle, reflecting a little clear starlight, but he did not help her at all. meaning to speak.

"It's not..."

Zhou Fei was instinctively guilty, and almost blurted out, "This is just my personal opinion, not necessarily true", but when the words almost slipped out of the corner of her mouth, she suddenly remembered the first principle that Xie Yun taught her, and it was immediately agreeable. Gritting his teeth, he bit off the last few words of this sentence.

She pondered for a moment and said, "This is not right - Senior Brother Lin, look over there, there are not as many men in black in Beidou as I imagined, and Mingfeng is just one of my forty-eight villages, even if it is a combination of inside and outside, they What's your chance to win?"

Zhou Fei used these two sentences to straighten her thoughts, and she quickly recalled Tong Kaiyang, who had led someone to copy Wood Xiaoqiao's back in the valley, and Qiu Tianji, who had personally tied up the young master of the Zhu family from outside Huarong City. , the tone behind her became genuinely determined, and she continued: "Gu Tianxuan has traveled thousands of miles to the middle of Shu, and finally found a time when the big boss is not at home, just when there are no leaders in the village, and there is an inner ghost. People everywhere are panicking, such a good opportunity, if it were me, I would never bring this person to fight an uncertain battle."

"I will deliberately make a big commotion in the Ximo River, attract all the spirits of the villages here, and then..."

Zhou Fei met Lin Hao's gaze and made a downward gesture - the sentry that was just replaced was already panicking. The remaining five achievements are not bad - at this time, the defense of the forty-eight villages happens to be the most vulnerable!

Lin Hao is so bright. After listening to the sound, he immediately understood the cause and effect. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. Turn around and go.

It is not unreasonable for Lin Hao to sit in the presbytery at a young age. He asked people to hang the lanterns in their hands on the trees, leaving only a few people holding torches. Most of the other people followed him and left quietly. Vibrant.

Forty-eight villages were surrounded by dense forests. If you didn't get closer, you could only judge the number of people by the lights in the hands of people. It was impossible to find out for a while, and even Zhou Fei didn't know how many people he had transferred.

At this time, the situation in front of her was no longer allowing her to think about anything else.

Gu Tianxuan shook the folding fan in his hand and closed it with a snap. His eyes swept across the major sects of the Forty-eight Villages headed by the Elder Hall, and he cupped his hands in the distance, smiling: "The host is sorry for the uninvited guest visiting late at night."

Although Zhao Qiusheng and Zhang Bolin didn't have a good temper, they were in agreement with Beidou at this time, and they were very tacit.

Zhao Qiusheng turned slightly to the side, blocked a junior who was obstructing him behind him, and exchanged glances with Zhang Bolin. The two moved a few steps each, staring at Gu Tianxuan from left to right.