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In front of the two people in Qin's mansion, there are old and young women and children like leeches. If you do it, you really can't get over your conscience. If you don't do it, those people don't care if he kills you or not.

A pair of kitchen knives may not seem scary, but all kinds of agricultural hoes and chopping knives are held in the hands of these people. Even if they don't feel too scared, they are enough to give these two decent heirs a headache.

Xiao Sheng looked at Xiao Fan: "Brother, is this a human or a ghost?"

The long sword in Xiao Fan's hand came out of its sheath, a flash of cold light flashed, and he said, "Try it."

After he finished speaking, he moved quickly, raised his finger and waved the sword energy. An old man beside him had half of his white hair cut off. Xiao Fan's sword energy made him be careful, looking menacing, in fact, he didn't even have the opponent's skin Rubbed.

He played a trick and quickly retreated to Xiao Sheng's side, and said with a stiff expression: "It's hard to handle, it's people."

Xiao Sheng's eyes also turned cold, and while dodging left and right, he said: "Is this also under control?"

Xiao Fan pulled him, turned around and walked around the eaves, and said, "The one who started chasing us had a dark red scar on his neck, which seemed strange to me, do you know?"

Xiao Sheng thought for a while, raised his hand and threw half a piece of broken tile, shot down the kitchen knife flying towards them, and said, "A dark red scar? Did those people have any on them just now?"

Xiao Fan took a look with his head: "I didn't pay attention, I'll take another look."

Xiao Sheng grabbed him: "Brother, wait for a while, wait for them to disperse a little before going out. If you can't fight now, you will only suffer."

Xiao Fan patted him: "It's okay, will they be separated in a while, we can't just wait."

As he spoke, he landed lightly behind the group of people. Adhering to the principle of "picking soft persimmons and pinching them", he raised his hand and picked a child's back collar with the tip of his sword, and the child was instantly pulled and fell backwards. , Turning his head and looking over, his eyes were gray and empty, as if his soul had been ripped out, leaving only a shell.

Xiao Fan quickly poked the child's shoulder with the scabbard, and sure enough, he saw a red scar on the same place.

In just a short while, the crowd had noticed him and began to turn around slowly, like a cursed walking corpse.

Xiao Fan circled around on purpose, and waited until they had almost slipped away before flashing back to Xiao Sheng's side, and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's the scar that's weird. I checked it just now, and the child also has it."

Xiao Sheng rubbed his fingers against the matching sword, and said: "Let me think about it, what kind of spells can dominate people for this sake."

Xiao Fan took a look with his head: "They found us, let's move to another place first." Saying that, the two of them jumped onto the nearby roof—there was no place to set foot in the courtyard below, like a flood. , or bloody water, I don't know whose blood it is, maybe it will rot if it gets on it.

Just as they stood firm, Xiao Sheng pulled Xiao Fan suddenly, and said, "Brother, don't you think this doesn't look like something in our pass?"

Xiao Fan frowned: "Monster soldier?"

Xiao Sheng shook his head: "Southern Xinjiang."

Xiao Fan showed surprise, and said, "It's not impossible, but where did you see it?"

Xiao Sheng said: "Didn't Chang'an make a fuss about corpses in the summer? The uproar at that time was because the tiger came to ask for someone in person. If it was that kind of method, it should have come out of his hands anyway. It is very unlikely, and the second is that they are all dead people, and this method of manipulating living people can't help but think of those voodoo techniques in southern Xinjiang."

Xiao Fan glanced behind him and said, "Let's listen."

Xiao Fan thought for a while: "A few days ago, I read an anecdote about southern Xinjiang, most of which are common stories about raising Gu, but there are also some that drive living people, and those that confuse the mind are all relatively high-level tricks. .”

Xiao Fan hummed: "So?"

Xiao Sheng scratched his head: "I'm not particularly sure, but I think it should have something to do with Southern Xinjiang."

Xiao Fan nodded, and said: "If that Qin Chen is one of the four demons under Yinggou, how can he have anything to do with Nanjiang? Nanjiang is at odds with everyone, will he help them?"

Xiao Sheng said, "I don't know about it—maybe I learned it by stealing it or forcing it."

Xiao Fan nodded: "It's not impossible, it's just that how we deal with those talents now is the key, he will let them out, can we kill them all?"

Xiao Sheng looked around: "I don't know, what exactly is he trying to do? He chased him slowly, as if he was rusted. We just didn't fight back. Would it be possible to consume us to death?"

Xiao Fan looked up at him: "I can't tell."

Xiao Sheng's expression became puzzled: "Ah? What is the way of dying?"

Xiao Fan was thoughtful: "You can't kill even if you kill it, or try knocking you out?"

Xiao Sheng's eyes suddenly lit up: "Then let's try now?"

Xiao Fan laughed: "It doesn't sound very reliable."

Before Xiao Sheng could answer, an ax slashed through the wind, Xiao Fan suddenly became alert, pulled Xiao Sheng to dodge, then raised his eyes to look over, the man who threw the ax looked at his sixtieth birthday, stood still but did not shake Akira, the throw just now was by no means brute force, it was based on internal strength.

Xiao Fan said in a low voice: "Knocking out doesn't seem feasible anymore, there are Lianjiazi mixed in here."

Jiang Lizhou sealed off the Wanning Building, and the bustard was choked back by him when he was dissatisfied at the beginning, and she didn't make any more noise to explain it.

After he went back, he was thinking about Lin Qinghe in his heart, and was thinking about whether to send a letter to ask, when a box pigeon landed leisurely in front of his window, and when he opened it, it seemed that there were only a few brief words of comfort.

Jiang Lizhou was inexplicably uneasy when he saw that he said that he wanted to go to Southern Border. The border of Southern Border had never been set before when he was Li Chong, because Southern Border had never been friendly with anyone, and they thought that their family's secret arts were unparalleled in the world. , when others come, they all come with unscrupulous purposes.

As for Shi Huan, it was also a coincidence. He was picked up by Yan Zhong from the border between Nanjiang and Guannei more than ten years ago. I don’t know who his relatives are. He only has a rosewood bracelet on his body. The people of Nanjiang are covered in poison. , Yan Zhong kept the bracelet. Shi Huan was also taken by Yan Zhong himself in the past few years. Mingzhushan has nothing to hide, and he doesn't have so many thoughts, except that Shi Huan will pay attention to his special features. No one else took it seriously.

In the early years, Yan Zhong didn't care about the matter, he just divided whatever matter, he would never intervene if the disciple could solve it, and would help if the disciple couldn't solve it, but he never meant to be perfunctory to every disciple, just I'm used to being idle, and I really don't want to get involved in trivial matters.

Jiang Lizhou remembered that he hadn't communicated with Huangzhong for a long time, and he didn't know how they were doing, and he didn't know what he was thinking about today or something. His idea hadn't fully formed yet, and another box pigeon fell down again.

Jiang Lizhou opened the letter while being surprised. It was also very short, but it made his limbs stiff.

When Shi Huan wrote the letter, he revised it several times. He didn't know how to put the sad news in a more euphemistic way. After thinking about it, the brother is not an outsider, so there is no need to do some useless superficial efforts. Conjecture and grief beyond the paper.

What he wrote was simple, and what Jiang Lizhou saw at the end was also very simple: "Senior Brother, the fire broke out in Huang on the third day of February and burned most of the warehouses. I was at the gate of the city that day. He stayed in the warehouse, but failed to escape in time due to various reasons. Alian used his body as a shield to minimize the damage caused by the explosion of the gunpowder and saved a lot of things for us.

Alian is much braver than we imagined. Huangzhong may fall, and I would like to express my condolences to my brothers. The battle is imminent. All sacrifices are for the sake of the overall situation. If this is the end, I will not be afraid or retreat. Please also Brother, don't blame yourself, don't worry, I won't give up the chance to survive until the city is broken. "

Jiang Lizhou read the letter word by word, and read it back again as if he couldn't believe it. He was a little dazed after realizing it, and his mind was in a trance, as if he had been separated from his juniors for more than a month. They seem to have grown up suddenly, and every word and every word reveals the meaning of "although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go".

Shi Lian has always been like that in his heart, climbing over the stone wall just to pick a bunch of unripe grapes, trying to escape the daily homework, playing tricks and asking his brothers to help him write those punishments, how did he suddenly become Such a fearless man.

Jiang Lizhou felt that the soles of his feet were a little floating, he thought, it must not be that they have grown up, it is that they are brave enough, but it is not obvious in the calm day after day.

The children who grew up in Mingzhushan might not all be famous all over the world. If it was a peaceful and prosperous age, they might just be second-rate monks all their lives, unable to do anything earth-shattering, let alone a name that will last forever.

But they always know right from wrong, distinguish between good and evil, know what to do and what not to do, and follow the natural way to do justice. They have countless small mistakes, but they will not make big mistakes. There may be a few exceptions. You can't get out of crooked ways, but it's rarely because of ambition and conspiracy.

Cultivate the natural way and do benevolent and righteous things.

Jiang Lizhou's heart was so congested, his mind was in a trance, and he thought over and over in his heart that it was impossible. Last time he went to Huangzhong, Alian happily rushed over to meet him. Brewed into bitter wine, the astringent internal organs hurt.

The things he learned to do everything according to human affairs and obey the fate of fate have now become bullshit, which can't play any consoling effect at all. Shi Huan's words and sentences are surprisingly calm and cold-blooded. In the face of life and death, all tactful sentences are gold-plated on the edge of the wound. Patterns are useless except for being pretty. After all, most of the pain in the world is swallowed slowly by oneself, so how can others help besides shouting and shouting.

Jiang Lizhou crumpled the paper, thinking about it and didn't know how to convey it to Xu Ling and the others, so he simply put down the letter paper and asked them to read it by themselves.

Outside the window, the white plum blossoms swayed in the sunlight, and a gust of wind blew away the lingering mist, but the mist gathered again in the next moment, taking on an unending posture.