Li Sheng said: "Then I will take these people away. Ayan and I have been out for too long this time. If there is no news, the aunt is probably worried."

"Tell my mother for me... Forget it, she definitely doesn't worry about me," Zhou Fei said, "I just said that I just killed Jumen and Pojun, and next time I encounter Wuqu, I will chop him up and give it to Mrs. Wang. Revenge, the return date is uncertain, if there is something, I ask the dark pile to send me a letter."

From the time she picked only two flowers in Xiushantang, Li Sheng was very disliked by her "crazy" stinky virtue, and still itches her teeth when she sees it. It's a pity that he can't beat it, so he can only lick it by himself, he rolled his eyes on the spot, walked away from Zhou Fei without saying a word, and responded to He Cong: "Brother Ying, what are you going to do, my wooden box is not yet available. Crack it open, are you going with us? Can you help me to see the details."

Ying He never nodded noncommittally.

Yang Jin: "Then I..."

Li Sheng said: "Brother Yang came to Shuzhong three or four years ago. He has always been a good friend of my Forty-Eight Villages. If there is no other place to go, why not stay here for a while?"

Yang Jin hesitated for a moment, glanced at the many refugees who were waiting for their homes, and shook his head.

Those medicinal farmers only know a little bit of martial arts, and in this chaotic world in the Central Plains, they must be no better than these refugees who are slaughtered by others. Thinking of this, Yang Jin felt a little regretful. The unreliable leader who ran away from home in order to find someone to compete with, even said: "No, I've been away long enough, I have to go see the group of medicinal farmers."

Li Sheng was stunned.

However, Ying Hecong suddenly said, "Is there an old senior in Qingyungou who wears a braid and likes to travel around the Central Plains in his early years?"

Yang Jin said: "Oh, that's my uncle, the previous head, who loves snakes as much as you, but he is very old and passed away a few years ago."

Ying Hecong bowed his hands to him and said, "I will go to worship in the future. When something happened to Yaogu, although I was lucky to escape, I was lucky enough to be rescued by that senior and sent me a poisonous snake."

Yang Jin let out an "ah", not being polite to people, so he waved his hand and said, "It's alright, no need to thank you, he has always been a nosy, and he respects the noble school. Gu' talks to death..."

When Yang Jin said this, he suddenly stopped.

He suddenly remembered that Qingyungou is located in the southern border. It has no competition with the world, neither literature nor martial arts. The heads of all dynasties have been obsessed with medicine and poison. He must be the most accomplished in this way among his peers. After returning from his uncle's travels, he suddenly became the head of the competition.

When he was young, he was afraid of snakes, and couldn't memorize the pharmacopoeia. He would only dance knives and guns every day. One can imagine his popularity... Then when did everyone try to accept him as an outlier?

It turned out that the aftermath of the overnight collapse of the Great Medicine Valley spread to the southern border. He was unknowingly shouldering the heavy responsibility of guarding the Medicine Valley by his elders and his peers, but he was only obsessed with his own swordsmanship and ran away in annoyance!

Yang Jin stood awake for a long time in a big dream, slapped his forehead suddenly, turned around and left: "I'll leave first."

After he finished speaking, he was the first to get on the horse and ran away. In his haste, he only had time to give Zhou Fei a nod, and he forgot to ask her for a knife match.

The people divided into three groups and set off independently.

Two days later, the army that had been resting for a short time poked at the back of Cao's army from the valley like lightning.

☆、Chapter 158

In the late autumn of the twenty-fifth year of Jianyuan, in September, when the clothes were given, the frost flowers began to fall.

On the third day of the third day of junior high, the two Beidou generals, Jumen and Pojun, were three days late. Cao Ning sent two groups of scouts to urge them. Unfortunately, three days were not enough to go back and forth.

Cao Ning, the king of the northern end, was a little restless. As evening approached, when he was walking in the camp, he suddenly saw the leaves falling off, and he made a "crack" in his heart. He bent down and picked up the dead leaf with difficulty. Staring at the dried-up leaf veins above, he looked up and down for a while.

The accompanying soldiers didn't know what to do, so they didn't dare to urge them, and looked at the fallen leaves and Duan Wang in confusion.

"Go up and down, heaven and earth." Cao Ning rolled the dead leaves in his palm and slowly smashed them, "It's not good for Junzizhen, big and small."

The soldier said strangely: "My lord, what did you say?"

Cao Ning's eyes were squeezed by the fat piles on his face, and there was nowhere to put them. At first glance, they looked like two lines cut by a knife. If you were not careful, they could grow together for a long time. The bright light inside. It was also pressed into a very thin thread, which became more and more dazzling. He raised his head, looked at the dim sky, and murmured: "The hexagram says that I should withdraw as soon as possible... Do you believe in God's will?"

Cao Ning was young, but the city was very deep, and the people around him never dared to guess what he was thinking. The soldier suddenly heard this question, and he didn't know whether to shake his head or nod for a while. His sweat was about to break down, and he stuttered. Said: "This... lord..."

But Cao Ning seemed to be just talking to himself, not wanting to hear his answer, he would not wait for him to finish, then suddenly turned his head and said, "Go and see, has Gu Tianxuan's letter arrived? If Gu Tianxuan's letter is not received at 3 o'clock today, we will put the original plan on hold and we will leave the village."

The personal soldiers understood this sentence, and when they heard the words, it was as if they had been granted amnesty.

Gu Tianxuan's letter, I am afraid that only the dead can receive it.

Cao Ning was decisive and did not hesitate. He said that he would leave in three quarters of time, and he would not wait for a while, and he set off on the road that night.

As for what would happen if Gu Tianxuan and the others attacked the Southern Dynasties army from behind as planned, and what would happen if they found out that their reinforcements didn't come? Then he couldn't care less.

Cao Ning's background has been criticized, and with such a physique, it seems that he is destined to miss the throne. When Cao Zhongkun was alive, he didn't like to see him. He didn't even want to look at this second son. Cao Ning has been for many years. The foundation of a little peace of mind is the fact that he went to the battlefield at a young age and earned real military exploits.

Cao Ning may not be a genius, but he is like a swallow at sea, always the first to smell the wind.

The Northern Army temporarily pulled out camp and drove all night, but the heavens were not good. Soon after they set off, it started to rain.

"Bashan Night Rain" can rise up the Autumn Pond. Even though this place is already some distance away from the middle of Shu, the autumn rain is not too strong. Cao Ning's marching speed was inevitably slowed down a lot, and the sky seemed to leak. After most of the night, the rain did not stop, but became denser and denser, adding up with the thunder and lightning.

The northern army marched to a narrow valley. The vanguard had just entered the mountain, and a large flash illuminated half of the sky. The muffled thunder in the valley collided back and forth on the rocks in a panic, like the rumbling drum sound coming from below the ground. .

A messenger came out of the crowd like a madman, and flew forward from the coach's place along the road, shouting: "Stop! Stop! The prince has an order, the back team will change to the front team, detour-"

Another "Boom" sound of thunder drowned out the roar of the messenger.

Lightning is like knife light.

"On the night of the third day of September, hey, the Northern Army Jin Rui was ambushed near the Jiāo realm. It collapsed for thousands of miles and suffered heavy casualties. I don't know how many people died. Like a red river, it has been rushing to the east and flowing past, the water in the river hundreds of miles away is scarlet scarlet, and you can hear ghosts cry when you run far away!"

On the outskirts of Luzhou, in a dilapidated tavern with air leaks from all sides, a few people who came from south to north to discuss life helped the men to rest here. Crying remarks.

"Bullshit, still crying, you hear me?"

"A distant cousin of mine lives there, and the old man heard it with his own ears!"

"I think people are afraid that you won't leave, and they are trying to bluff you."

"You..."

Zhou Fei sat quietly on the side, waiting for the turbid water in the cup to settle down, taking the surrounding noise as a deaf ear—no way, it’s not that she doesn’t care about the situation of the battle, it’s just that she has listened too much along the way, why are you talking nonsense There are all of them. At one point, it was said that Lord Zhou had great magical powers, and that the flood washed away Cao's ar. At one point, he said that the valley that Cao's ar passed through was haunted, and that the northern ar was left as a scapegoat, etc.... So had to turn a deaf ear.

"Wait a minute, the two brothers don't quarrel for now-then Cao Ning is killed, is he dead?"

The crowd was quiet, and the people who had been discussing in full swing just now shut up.

At this time, the old man who was sitting in a corner spoke quietly and said, "Then Cao Ning may have run away."

The old man's voice was very strange, like rusted iron rubbing against sandpaper, which made people feel uncomfortable. Zhou Fei raised her glass for a while and looked around, only to see that the old man had a very ugly face, with a sinister scar on half of his face and his neck and throat, which could be seen from the marks left by the sword. In addition, the sun on both sides of him Xué drums slightly, his eyes are bright and introverted, and he should be quite accomplished in internal kung fu.

Zhou Fei glanced over, and the old man immediately noticed it. After looking at her, he gave her a slight nod, and then said, "In addition to the scouts, Lord Zhou sometimes sends people like us to investigate the people for him. The wind is rough, old and old do not die, and when he has nothing to do, he occasionally helps to run errands, and the flags of several teams are still recognizable. It must have been a secret attack that day, I happened to be nearby, but there was nothing at all. I noticed that in the middle of the night, I heard a fight nearby, so I went up the mountain to check it out in the rain, and I saw that the Northern Army's Cao clan's flag was besieged in the valley, and fell down after a while. That battle lasted the whole night, and the valley was covered with stains. Some of Mu's corpses ran away at night. After finishing the incident, they followed General Wen's rules and brought the prisoners of war back. They also hung the heads of several captured North Army generals. I looked back and forth three times, but there was no Cao Ning. "

Someone next to him said respectfully, "Senior, do you still recognize Cao Ning?"

Another person replied: "What's wrong with that? Cao Ning's head is said to be the size of two normal heads. If I were here, I would recognize it too!"

Everyone was talking about how Cao Ning could run out without attracting attention because of his size. Zhou Fei saw that the old man put down his drink money and slowly put on his robes. The tiger's mouth was covered with calluses. Her skin was much darker than elsewhere, so she couldn't help but blurt out, "Have seniors practiced Hengshan swordsmanship?"

This is what she saw from Wu Chuchu's messy notes. It is said that the swords held by the Hengshan Sword Sect at that time had a strange style, with a curved handle that just caught on the tiger's mouth, and over time, the place became black.

The old man paused, and after a while, said softly, "There are still little babies who remember Nanyue Hengshan."

Hengshan secretly told her that she had a life-saving grace. Zhou Fei wanted to say something to him, but felt that it was inappropriate for the old man to stand and sit by himself. He was about to get up, but when he saw the old man covering his head with his hat, he laughed loudly: " Well, as long as someone remembers it, my Nanyue inheritance will not end!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhou Fei to reply, he left the broken tavern in two steps and floated away.

Just then, a few sing-song artists came in at the door. Just as everyone said they were tired of the North-South Frontline, they urged them to sing something fresh. Zhou Fei poured the clarified tea into the kettle and put down a few. Passing through the noisy crowd, just as he was about to hurry on his way, he saw the qin player bowing to the crowd and saying, "You grandpas are admiring their faces, and the little ones just heard a new tune. Today, I would like to present an ugliness with you grandpas. I don’t know how to sing, so please bear with me.”

Zhou Fei had already walked to the door, pursed her lips and let out a long whistle, and called back the horse she ran to eat. Just now, she pulled the reins to prepare to leave, when she heard another voice from inside: "...This song is said to be Feather-clothed class did, the lyrics were written by 'Chitose You', called "The Legend of the White Bone", it's a strange anecdote..."

Zhou Fei: "Call-"

No matter what the "hundred-year-old worry" or the "thousand-year-old worry" of the rash people, the hoarse and somewhat out of tune melody sounded faintly. Zhou Fei stayed at the door, and after resurrecting the bones from the dead, he searched for his tomb everywhere. I heard the ghost story from the beginning to the end - I heard the adventure of the white bones, because it was described as terrifying, and it stirred up panic in all directions. Finally, I finally found the place where I was buried, but I found that my tomb was covered by another gold and jade. The skeleton dove occupied the magpie's nest, so he jumped into the surging river water, rushing away with the big làng, and became the monster of the water.

Zhou Fei frowned, feeling that this kind of rambunctious fabrication was exactly the same as the previous "Jackdaw", not like someone else's impersonation.

So Xie Yun wrote it himself?

Is Xie Yun awake?

He was frozen like a quail all day, how could Yizhi still have time to write this stuff?

I just wrote it. Since he doesn't go out and doesn't need tolls, why should he sing it out at this juncture?

And the ending - "The long river flows into the sea, and the vastness returns to the sky", how subtle it sounds, it just coincides with "the sea and the sky are the same color".

The bones that disappeared from his own tomb, the metaphor of the dove occupying the magpie's nest, the sea and the sky...

In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Fei's mind. She jumped on her horse, and hurried away.

An hour later, Zhou Fei rushed to the nearest dark pile in the Forty-eight Village. She didn't have time to speak clearly, she just showed the token, wrote a letter in threes and fives, and said on her behalf: "For me. Send it to Nanguo Zijian and talk to Lin Zhen."

The dark pile responded, and Zhou Fei was about to leave immediately.

She was about to go out, when an errand messenger from the dark pile came back from outside and almost bumped into her.

The messenger hurriedly said: "This junior sister pays attention - three letters came, two 'pulse' results, the secret letter was reported to the boss, and there was a private letter with a token, from the east, just sent back together Zhaizhong, for Zhou..."

Zhou Fei's footsteps stopped suddenly.

At this time, there was a small courtyard in the old capital Nancheng that was not visible.

The furnishings of the small courtyard are very simple, with a few pines and cypresses planted, and some old greenery in the bleak autumn wind. A gray-bearded man sat cross-legged in the courtyard. The decree lines are as deep as engravings, and there is a faint purple air on the face. The whole courtyard was filled with indescribable killing intent, and a bird fell on the edge of the courtyard wall, which soon became unbearable and flew away in shock.

Suddenly, the one-armed man opened his eyes abruptly, and his eyes turned like electricity towards the door. At the entrance of the courtyard, there was a man in black clothed in Big Dipper who was about to speak, and asked him to glance at him with murderous intent, and immediately his legs softened, "Pfft. ” He knelt down, revealing the Wuqu Tong Kaiyang who was wearing a red official robe behind him.

Tong Kaiyang disgustedly turned the man in black who was in the way aside, strode into the courtyard and said, "Brother, have you heard of it?"

That one-armed man was the greedy Shen Tianshu.

Shen Tianshu was rebellious and was the leader of the Big Dipper. He was only loyal to Cao Zhongkun all his life. Since the fake emperor became seriously ill a few years ago and could no longer manage the government, he was too lazy to fight with the civil and military officials who were all pregnant. Gān closed the door to thank guests, and gradually reclusive, not showing up much.