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In the barren Nanping, people come and go. pb There are many beggars on both sides of the stinking streets. There are even such people in every city. If they meet a kind-hearted passerby, they will throw one or two copper coins, and then some vicious people will snatch them from the broken bowl and take them away. Coins with residual warmth.

The red sunset shines on the dilapidated and bustling street. Looking up from the street edge, the orange-red sunset with thatched roofs folded in half is breathtakingly beautiful. There are no clouds as far as the eye can see, and the sunset falls on the mountainside in the distance. Above, the tops of the stacked mountains turned purple-brown, turning more like smearing on the sky.

The beggar on the street didn't care about the copper coin someone took from the broken bowl at his feet, nor did he care that the vicious man spat at him. After wiping it off, he still stared at the sunset in trance.

He used to like this very much, especially when watching the sunset in Xixia, it was even more different. His name was Guangchou. People think that he is an unknown person because his fate is related to his relatives. However, his father's brother couldn't stand it and took him in.

Finally, when he was fifteen years old, he was captured by the Qisheng Army and was taken away. He was never heard from again. And that year, someone in the village came to preach, so he went over to listen. With just one glance, he was attracted by that person and brought him back to the Moyun Sect. Later, when he needed to preach in the Wu Dynasty, he followed him.

His martial arts skills are not very high, but his weird and terrifying life experience makes people unable to get close to him. Even though he was later named one of the Twelve Gods of Jiangnan in the sect, he was no exception. The master of the zodiac mourned the death with a filial piety, saying: "The visitor is at the door." Considered unknown.

He didn't have many friends. If Shen Yan, the god of mourning who died half a month ago, was one of them, he would have none now. In fact, half of the assassinations against these Northland Rangers in the past half month were completed through his hands. Sometimes he sat there and didn't mind others teasing him, because he always looked at others with a dead look in their eyes.

In fact, Guangzhou always hopes that one day, he will be killed early.

……

The sun was about to set, and lanterns were hung up in the shops under the street eaves. But Shanchang noticed that this place had a different smell than usual. These rangers seemed to be hiding something. For a person who wanted to find out the news, it was more tempting than a beautiful woman. He stood up and pretended to be looking for a place to sleep tonight, and slowly followed the undercurrent of people.

People in twos and threes began to gather, whispering to each other, paying attention to the people around them with vigilant eyes, but when they saw him, they turned away in disgust. Such eyes were not strange to Guan Guang.

"They really did take action, and they still bumped around like headless chickens like last night?" Fangchou chuckled contemptuously and continued to move forward.

However, he was quickly blocked by someone secretly and driven away from the front, where the heavy sword gate was located. He usually leaned over countless times, but this time alone he was driven away.

Anyway, considering his current status, he was just a scoundrel beggar. He didn't go far, he just sat down and watched openly in a nearby place with a good view.

Not long after, more and more people came closer, and then scattered away. Those people had murderous looks on their faces. Fanchou believed that he had seen it right. When he saw that their immediate direction was to the north, he frowned and slowly Walk back, and then the pace starts to pick up.

Because to the north, they don't have anyone hiding there.

In other words, when the people from Dongchang came, the northern grasslands in the city should be directed at them.

After waiting for half a month, he finally arrived.

.....The message was conveyed through him very quickly, and then he turned back and followed the group of grassy people in the north to take a look. At this time, the last trace of afterglow also disappeared. In the dark mountain forest, he followed scattered torches in the distance. Finally, he suddenly heard loud curses and shouts, with a strong northern dialect.

Then, there was the sound of weapons banging, and Fanchou's heart was beating wildly. It seemed that the mission could finally be completed this time.

A louder fighting sound was like a surging wave spreading among the mountains and slopes covered by nearby woods. Flames and sword lights kept flashing in Shanyou's eyes.

Occasionally, a few Jianghu people would run past him in a hurry. At most, after running past, they would look back at him and then scold him: "We are fighting in the Jianghu. If you don't care about your life, come over here."

Then he joined the fighting on the opposite side.

However, Shanchou didn't care about the man's words. Whether it was out of concern or warning, he kept moving and leaned in a similar direction. After walking for a long time, he found the person he was looking for through the mark.

The figure hidden in the forest was stunned. He made an incision before entering the hidden area. There was a guy with four swords on his back who was eager to go over and asked him what happened in front of him.

"It's not time yet, wait a little longer, Hetong and others haven't come yet."

Like a wise commander, Scope looked at the figures fighting with fire and swords in the mountains and forests in the distance with blurred eyes, "After everyone gathers, they will be almost killed, so that we can do our best."

"I'll try not to talk nonsense this time and kill more. I heard that Bai Juchen is coming too, if I can kill him. Hey! After I go back, even if I stand in front of the leader and the others, I, Zhuo Wanli, will be able to speak with a straight back. "The man with four swords stuck in his back bit the grass root and said in anticipation.

Behind them, out of reach of the eyes, forty or fifty figures were approaching. They made a few chirpings and joined the group inside.The leader, if Yan Qing were present, would definitely be surprised. It turns out that this person is Zhao An, who has been reporting himself as the leader of the Luoyang Red Horse Clan outside the city.But that's just a pseudonym, and his true identity is He Tong, the 'Leopard Tail God' among the twelve gods in the south of the Yangtze River.

"How's the situation?"

A long ax hit the ground, and He Tong sat down and asked, "Is there a scam?"

Shanchou nodded affirmatively, "Well, it's not a bad thing to wait a little longer. I've already waited for half a month, so don't rush for a while. If the other party is acting, of course he won't be able to continue the acting later. If he really takes action, people will definitely die. It’s clear at a glance.”

Then, he looked around and wondered: "Why didn't Gao Keli, the 'Tai Sui God', see anyone coming?"

He Tong stared at the place where the flaming swords were fighting in front, biting a piece of grass and said: "That guy lives alone. I have met him twice in the past half month. Anyway, the signal has been sent. He saw It will come naturally."

They talked quietly, and the time slowly moved into the early morning. The sound of fighting in the mountains and forests gradually became fainter, and a few figures were wandering in the woods, as if they were rescuing people or finishing wounds.At this moment, 'Yellow Banner God' Zhuo Wanli spit out grass roots, strode out, took out a sword, held it in his hand, and rushed over there.

Behind him were the 'Diaoke God', 'Leopard Tail God' and Tong, and the 'Tai Sui God' who was hiding somewhere, Gao Keli. In the mountains, forests, shrubs, and the men and horses brought by Jiangnan were all dispatched at this time. , seven or eight hundred people formed a wave and surrounded each other.

As the bright torches were lifted one by one, they rushed forward and came to the forest where they were fighting. However, there were 'bodies' on the ground and no one was seen.

Fanchou's expression suddenly changed, and he took a step back in shock, "There is no smell of blood..."

"There is no smell of blood..." Everyone, including He Tong and others, murmured, looking at the corpses on the ground in confusion.

Then...the 'corpses' moved.

There was a bright fire all around.

ps: There was originally a chapter about counter-encirclement and suppression, but it may have to be left for tomorrow. As for arguing with the system, I have to leave it to tomorrow. Ah, please give me some rewards and recommendations. I have no choice. I have to keep the plot down, otherwise the plot will not be ignited when it is released on the 14th.

ps2: This chapter is written from the perspective of categories. If it were written from the perspective of Bai Ning or Luo Qi, the strategic layout would be boring.