son-in-law

Chapter 1173 Break ([-])

Streets divide the ancient city one by one.

Huge crowds are flocking to the outer reaches of the city.

In the center of the city, another group of people is gathering near the Jiangning Yamen in the old Wu Dynasty.

Streets and streets intersect, forming small intersections and squares.The people who set up the stalls have already put away their carts and disappeared. Only people who are doing good things, watching the fun, or people who still don't understand what's going on gather at the openings of these streets, and gather nearby for unknown reasons. A small number of restaurants and teahouses that opened their doors were even filled with the terraces and roofs of nearby houses.

Loud voices appeared at every street intersection.

With the old Wuyamen as the center, within a radius of several miles, there are seven or eight streets and more than ten intersections. At this moment, there are well-known green forest experts in town. From time to time, they will spread their preaching of He Wen's order. .

"...This is chaos. If there is any grievance, someone else will handle it..."

Will someone deal with it another day, or will it be just another day, no one can guarantee the votes, but the strict barricades, horse rejections, and a large number of flags have already explained the attitude of the four kings in the fair party.This is the scene of a rupture, and of course these barricades can take more than mild persuasion...

……

bang——

The rolling dance of steel knives charged into the sky with a large piece of flesh and blood, and the sound of violent slashing and even shattering bones appeared in the square.The tall body of the martial artist with a cracked chest flew out, and in front, the knife hand with a short stature but as strong as an iron tower slowly slashed the knife, and the bloody blade even had scum of flesh and blood on the blade, and the bloody aura had already permeated.

On the surrounding roofs and on the side of the road, some people watched this scene, and some warriors sighed in a low voice: "This 'camel god' Jiang Lian used to hear that he was a pig butcher, but the power of this knife is not even able to chop stones. Open. No wonder you are the vanguard of the 'Goddess' seat..."

"Who else?" Jiang Lian, known as the "camel god", shouted, "My fair party acts according to the sky, and in broad daylight, who else dares to make trouble! Where is the injustice?"

Someone in the crowd rushed out, but it was a white-haired old man. He was old, and his steps were faltering, but perhaps because of excitement or fear, his body was trembling, his steps were very fine, and his mouth was coughing. Twice, with a hoarse voice: "I...I...I am old..."

Only a few steps away from the small square, an arrow suddenly flew from a courtyard wall in the distance, and stabbed straight into the neck of the old man from the side. The old man seemed to have something on his neck while running. There was not much response yet, and fell in response.

The roof where the arrows were shot was thirty or forty feet away from here, and the opponent shot arrows from there, it could be called a hundred paces through Yang.

"That's the 'magic hand' Zhu Yang..." The warriors onlookers whispered again.

In front of the small square, including the old man who just fell down, there are also eight or nine corpses lying in a pool of blood at this time.

……

"This time I came to Jiangning, Zuo Gong should be speaking for the Majesty in the southeast. Now it seems that he is radiant, and he has achieved his goal, right?"

"Hey, why does the eighth master force the old man to leak the secret of the food king's loyalty to the king? It's the eighth master who really represents Mr. Ning this time and is on He Wen's side?"

"Isn't that a secret... But Zuo Gong is here, all of his own, let's exchange information..."

"He Wen's big mouth has long been spread all over the world, Eighth Master..."

"You also know that He Wen has a big mouth. Can you believe what comes out of his mouth? You can only pretend that there is no such news, but you are old. Which side did you choose to bet?"

"Hahahaha..." The old man laughed, "...Actually, He Wen has already confirmed with us about your affairs in private."

"Hehehe... He Wen also told us your goal in private."

"Hahahahaha...He Wen this little bastard..."

"Hahahaha... He Wen is indeed a bastard..."

On the street to the south, happy laughter rang out in the teahouse. In the large square in front of them, there was a lot of noise and fierce fighting. The tea table was quiet for a while, and then the old man turned his head over.

"Do you really think that He Wen can be saved?"

"It's such a big deal, who knows..."

"In the past two years, the fair party people have tasted the sweetness of wanton looting. This sweetness is also poison. Relying on slogans and truths, people will turn around. I think...difficult..."

"Zuo Gong is wise, no matter how good the slogan is, it is always only the first step forward. Throughout the ages, there has always been a gap of [-] miles between a progressive movement and a successful movement."

"That you……"

"The second step is discipline, the third step is discipline, and the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth..."

"Does He Wen have these things?"

"You can always ask He Wen, and you'll know."

"...When are you going to shoot?"

……

Passing through the chaotic crowd, the three figures slowly walked through the road of the city.

A slaughtering crowd rolled past them, and several figures dragged the knights off the horses and killed them on the side of the road. The bloody leaflets flew all over the sky.

There are closed courtyard gates on both sides of the road, as well as collapsed abandoned houses. The garbage and blood on the road are integrated into one, and the corpses of beggars lie across the openings of the dark alleys.

Xue Jin staggered, picked up a leaflet on the ground, leaned in front of him and read it silently.

"Hey, put that thing down, do you want to die?"

The blood-stained warrior walked over from there and approached with a fierce aura: "You still don't persuade your father..." In his eyes, there are only two young beggars and an old man. A lame middle-aged beggar.

Long knife bully close.

The older young man grabbed the back of the knife that was stretched out in front of him, folded his hand, and grabbed the long knife over.The next moment, the boy's left hand grabbed his right palm, slammed it twice in the air, grabbed the man and turned around, pressed him forward and knelt down on the ground, the man's arms bent back, To resist, the young man stepped on him on the ground, and twisted his right hand back to create a huge, infiltrating angle, which was already broken.

The rest of the people rushed towards this side. The boy was waving a steel knife and slapped the head of the person on the ground with the side of the knife. It was like he was slapping a watermelon, and blood was seeping out.Several figures with knives rushed to the vicinity, the little monk retreated to the rear, and the young man waved his knives over, and the light of the knives staggered.

The waves crashed against the shore and rolled up a thousand piles of snow.

Several figures were scattered across the street full of rubbish and corpses.

On the side of the road, Xue Jin closed the flyer.

His eyes trembled and confused, his lips murmured, but finally, he gradually thought of something.

He clasped his fists slightly and bowed with trembling.

"Two...two little benefactors...I, I have a request..."

"……you say."

Ning Ji and Ping An were taking off the clothes they were wearing together from the dead and wounded on the ground. The No. 1 swordsman rushed forward with the most complete clothes. He crawled forward with difficulty. dragged back.

"I... little old man... I want to ask for a set of pen and paper, and then..." He said this slowly, tears gradually falling from his eyes, "Then, I beg the two little benefactors to leave me alone... …”

The little monk got up and gave him a solemn look. Ning Ji was still taking off his clothes and pants, but then he nodded.

"……it is good."

……

Had a good life.

Is it based on bullying others?Xue Jin couldn't say it well either.

He used to be a playboy in Jiangning City.

Witness the life of a drunken fan.

There have also been Wuling young people who have been arguing for their heads, and a red silk has been slapped for countless times.

She once admired Su Tan'er, a cloth-line girl, and she also smashed the back of other people's heads for this...

I have seen the birth of "One Night Fish and Dragon Dance", and during a two-game party, it appeared evil...

He has seen the flowing water in Jiangning, the calmness of the deep old house shrouded in the endless spring rain...

I have also seen the hungry people shivering in the rain and snow outside the city, and the dead bones that fill the wilderness every spring...

Everyone has sins...

Perhaps it was the crying of others between laughter and laughter, the hunger and cold in the wilderness in the alternating scenes, and the prosperity of the prosperous world finally collapsed without a trace...

He married his wife, and soon got tired of that face again...

He lingers in the brothel, and after finding the excitement of the night, he will gradually fall in love with new things...

People always think that everything they get will have no price...

A smooth life is a matter of course...

I think today's happiness will last forever...

……

The three figures walked through the chaotic streets, and went to the direction of the old Wu Yamen, looking for the place of the pen and ink.

However, most of the shops on the roadside have been closed, and some people have broken open the doors and windows and ignited the flames.

Shops specializing in stationery have disappeared. In such a fair and chaotic world, how can anyone use writing and ink?
The corpses on the roadside were fresh.

There is also paper.

The little monk pointed to the corpse and said:
"Otherwise, write it in blood."

Xue Jin lay on the ground and began to write what he wanted to write on the paper with blood on his hands.

But what to write?

……

He remembered Yue Niang, who was the last to enter the door.

The ordinary girl in her brothel.

Unremarkably beautiful.

Unremarkably talented.

Unremarkable aroused the admiration of many people.

It is also unremarkable that he has a crush on a certain genius from a poor family.

She is not the most famous girl in Jiangning, but it took Xue Jin a lot of troubles to win the closeness of the other party on the scene.

She wants to make money to redeem herself, and she also looks forward to one day in the future, when she can get rid of the life that entertains people with laughter.

Xue Jin spent a lot of money to groom her for the first time.

She forced a smile, and he felt happy.He has been in the brothel for so many years, how can he not understand the other party's mind?

But gradually, he was able to stay overnight with her.

Gradually, she gave up her hope in the past, and Xue Jin didn't want to know how many experiences she had experienced in the past.

He was very face-to-face on the scene, so he married her and entered the door. After entering the door, he gradually began to get tired of all this...

Jiang Ning was tossed in the midst of military disasters, and they sometimes left here to avoid disasters.

He also escaped the ravages of two rounds of Jurchen.

The Fair Party came and swept the entire Jiangnan. This time, people could not escape the disaster.They have seen the homes of big families being raided and destroyed, so they decided to surrender and wait for the release.

On the first round of entry, some people in the family were killed and some were raped, but not many people were affected.The troubled times have come, and people have to go through such torment. However, in the following days, people came round by round, and then dragged them to the square, where a woman named "White Rakshasa" cried out. To accuse them of the evil deeds of the Xue family...

Stones came like rain, people were jokingly beating and robbing, and the beautiful woman was still dragged out. Yueniang was dragged into a nearby alley while screaming, and then there was a hoarse cry and begging for mercy...

People say it's unfair in the past...

That's fair, those people say...

All sins will always be punished...

The buzzing in his head...

The misty rain in Jiangning in the past, the Dongfeng night in the prosperous world bloomed thousands of trees, and people's smiles bloomed in front of his eyes, that was something he didn't deserve.Is this why we fall into such hell?

Yueniang survived, she was speechless, shivering in his arms, his voice was hoarse, his legs were lame, his hands were broken, he gently hugged her under the bridge and watched the misty rain outside, he went out Begging, he went out to pick up firewood, he was sometimes beaten, and he slowly crawled back with blood on his body. The scene under the bridge gradually changed, and the flowing river slowly became turbid and stinky.

I don't know why, they still survived like cockroaches...

They cuddled together. Sometimes, Yueniang would look at him with wide eyes. What was she thinking when she looked at him?Have they ever had a loving time in the past?Have you ever had a sincere commitment?

Sometimes, she would open her eyes wide and look into the distance outside the bridge.What is she thinking about?Thinking about her teenage dreams?The agreement with the poor student, their love?

They sat side by side on the embankment, wanting to watch the fireworks once.

This city is no longer released...

Living between blood and slaughter, living in a city that gradually stinks, living between unknown hopes... He doesn't even know why he survived, let alone why Yueniang survived, she has so little Is it to live hard for him?
And she finally died.

When she died, she looked at him with wide eyes.

When she was in the brothel in the past, the most attractive thing was those big eyes...

Yueniang...are you my family?

You have a little bit of... Treat me like family...

He thought of these...

……

Bloody, trembling fingers congealed in the air for a long time.

He howled...finally...

Press down on the paper.

……

In the hustle and bustle of the city, people watching the excitement are still watching the excitement.

The masters guarding every street corner have established their reputation in front of people with their superb martial arts.

Occasionally, people who rushed to the barricade were chopped up in a pool of blood, and eighteen weapons pulled out a flower in the air.

Several masters who were unwilling to be lonely sneaked in and were immediately beaten out.

The banner of No. 1 in the world is like a needle that holds the sea, suppressing the waves in the city.

On the Yangtze River, dozens of miles away, He Wen was on the deck of the vast fleet, heading to the distance.

Xue Jin walked slowly and tremblingly to the intersection of a road to the south.

His mouth was almost toothless, tears already covering his eyes.

Among the bystanders around, there were warriors with weapons, and there were ordinary people watching. Some people spoke indignantly, while others shivered and waited for the change of things. He and the two teenagers watched on the side of the road for a while.

"Is this the way to the Yamen..."

"Why don't you let me go..."

They want to understand the situation here, and randomly, and in some whispers, most of them are clear.

Some people who rushed up to complain were hacked and killed among the corpses...

Xue Jin was trembling and said goodbye to the two teenagers.

"I beg your two benefactors...don't mind me..."

They were silent for a long time, and finally, nodded.

"One day, when I go back to the southwest, maybe I will meet Ning Yi who was beaten by you. Do you have anything to say that you want me to bring to him?"

The boy asked about it.

Xue Jin thought about it for a while, and finally showed a slight smile.

"That Taoist chanted two songs, he lied to me." Xue Jin said, "I will... I hope that he will have many children and grandchildren in this life, and he will live forever. You let him... must live a good life..."

"I'll tell him..." The boy nodded, "Next, I'll leave you alone."

He said this, and finally said: "If someone is blocking the way, don't go over."

"...Hmm." Xue Jin held the piece of paper in his hand and nodded tearfully.

……

It was already a quarter of noon in the morning, and the information from the Supervision Division had been scattered throughout the city.

In Jiekou Square, more than a mile south of the old Wuyamen, people above the teahouse found an unusual target.

The teenager separated from the little monk and walked to the door of the tea house beside him.

A figure came down from the upstairs. It was a beautiful woman with scars on her face. The teenager approached and called her: "Qiyi."

"What's wrong?" In the past, he used to be called Xiao Qi, but this time he returned to Jiangning after a long absence. He smiled softly at him, "What's the matter, you can't think about it so much, you want to throw yourself into the net?"

Ning Ji looked around, Hei Niu and others gradually appeared around, looking at him playfully.

"Qiyi, I...I saw something, I think...take the same thing as you..."

The woman's eyes became calm, and then she became serious: "What did you see?"

……

At a quarter of noon, above the teahouse, Zuo Xiuquan and Qian Luoning were talking, and saw a woman with scars walking up from the side and whispered something to Qian Luoning.

"...Give it to him?" Qian Luoning asked.

The woman smiled and nodded.

"What time is it now?"

"...a moment."

"...a little bit earlier...that's nothing...let each group prepare to start."

He waved his hand and made several gestures.

The old man laughed: "Didn't I say earlier... I didn't come to fight?"

"Yeah." Qian Luoning stood up and let out a long sigh, "We are here to fight."

"...But this hole is the direction that King Yama's side is sticking to." The old man pointed into the distance, "What about the leader of Lin? Who can hold him down?"

The crowd above the teahouse was already flowing down like water. Qian Luoning looked at Zuo Xiuquan, and after a long time, he laughed...

……

At a quarter of noon, in the crowd, "Monkey King" Li Yanfeng narrowed his eyes and saw a familiar figure not far away.

Yan Yunzhi was standing on the corner of the street, looking at the killing scene in front of the square. Standing beside her was Yan Tiehe, the second master of the Yan family.

Both of them are now wanted by Baofeng with a huge bounty.

Li Yanfeng smiled.

He immediately saw that Yan Yunzhi also seemed to have discovered something, and was standing on tiptoe, looking towards the center of the square.Li Yanfeng also looked over there...

……

The corpses around are hideous, and the blood is permeating...

The dead people opened their eyes, as if they were nostalgic for this earthly world...

Those eyes also reminded him of Yueniang's eyes...

I have seen a beautiful world...

Had an amazing life...

But now...

Xue Jin cried out in the crowd...

He squeezed the piece of paper in his hand and slowly walked forward...

In the square in front, someone pointed to this side and shouted something...

There is a line between life and death.

Cross that line and this life will end...

He finally... was going back to where Yue Niang went...

He lifted the paper in his hand.

So the people on the other side of the square also understood what he would do...

Xue Jin's footsteps stepped into the range of blood...

Not far away, people are watching all this...

This is not the first person to fall on the square this morning, nor will it be the last...

In the distance, arrows flew over.

……

Xue Jinshu is currently on the line.

A figure passed by his side, jumped high and then fell, holding the arrow shot from dozens of meters away in his hand.

The little monk threw the arrow away.

Across the square, the warrior who is responsible for guarding this place is holding a red ying gun, and at this time, he shows a smile:
"Haha, another trainer here..."

The little monk beckoned to the rear: "Big brother."

The boy named Ning Ji was walking towards this side with a package in his hand and a knife in the other.

With slow and trembling steps, Xue Jin cried, holding the blood paper forward.

In the crowd behind, Yan Yunzhi saw the figure.

Not far from the side, "Monkey King" Li Yanfeng also saw the appearance of these two people. In his eyebrows, murderous aura spread, he stretched out his hand, and the stick he carried behind his back roared, towards the guards in front of the square. The warrior said hello.

"Brother Lu. One of these two brats is mine."

From far and near, there were whispers.

"It's the 'Monkey King' who shot..."

"It's the 'magic gun' Lu Fan in the square..."

"Who are these two children..."

"Dragon and tiger fight..."

Ning Ji walked forward, he didn't pay too much attention to Li Yanfeng who came from the side, and he didn't pay attention to the gatekeeper in front of the square.His eyes were fierce, and he waved his hand and threw the baggage he was carrying forward.

The little monk took the burden with some doubts.

"Find a flagpole." Ning Ji said, "Raise it."

Li Yanfeng walked towards this side with a vigorous pace.

"Magic Spear" Lu Fan's spear flickered and took a stance: "Today this road is not clear, no one can make it work!"

"Aaaaaaaaaa..."

Xue Jin cried and moved forward.

Behind him, Ning Ji's figure fell, and suddenly, the power exploded. The whole figure was already rushing forward like a tiger. He threw out the spear flowers in the sky, and then only heard a few clanging sounds. The attack of the spear was like a long snake and a giant python, but the group of knife light smashed the spear in the middle of the door. Body smashed to the ground.The stone chips on the ground were smashed by the gun body, and the boy jumped up as if stepping on the gun body, holding the knife in both hands like thunder.

Lu Fan's body flew backwards, hitting a bunch of horses behind him. The steel knife slanted into his body from the side of his neck, almost severing his entire upper body. The liquid spewed like an explosion.

The boy stood in front of his body and drew his knife.

This morning, in front of the fortress formed by the four kings of the Fairness Party, some charged, some protested, and some were beheaded in the competition, but against the dominant four kings, no one dared to stand in front of them, to defend the front. The martial artist is so cruel.

But at this moment, the bright red blood spurted out like a pool of blood.

"Today, this road can be walked... I said."

Facing the countless figures in front of him, he stated this.

In front, someone threw a cup on the terrace and stood up.

There are masters culling.

Behind him, Xue Jin staggered forward.

Death has not yet come.

Rage is raging.

(End of this chapter)