[Shooting Eagle] East Evil Chasing Love

The dark clouds all over the sky pressed down heavily, the leaves on the trees swayed wildly, and the pattering rain seemed to fill up the gullies on the ground.

It was mid-morning at this time, and the wide streets in Tangzhou City were almost deserted. Occasionally, there would be one or two passers-by, but they would all be in a hurry, as if something was chasing after them.

It stands to reason that even if it is raining, the streets will not be so deserted.Even the shops on the street are closed, as if they don't care how the business is doing.

After a while, I saw groups of golden soldiers shuttling through the streets, one guard at three steps and one sentry at five steps. From time to time, someone knocked on the door of the inn, coming in and out, as if they were checking.

This battle continued until the afternoon, and there was no sign of abatement at all, probably because some purpose had not been achieved.

At this time, in a ruined temple in the south of the city, a crooked figure curled up on the weed pile in the ruined temple, motionless.

Not long after, two men who looked like officers and soldiers walked into the temple to search around. One of them walked half a circle along the wall, only to see a beggar lying sideways on the weeds. The beggar was thin and in tatters. The rotten clothes can barely cover most of the body, but the exposed skin is black and red, and the messy hair like weeds covers the face, even so through the hair gap, you can see His face was oily and black.

The officer frowned, looked at the beggar on the ground with some disgust, and then slowly took out a piece of paper from his arms. The paper was probably a portrait. After the officer unfolded the paper, he just stared at the portrait in a daze. The companion inspected half of the room and felt that there was nothing suspicious, so he came to this person. Seeing that the companion was fascinated by the portrait, he stretched out his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, saying:

"Hurry up and find someone, can you still see the person if you stare at the portrait?"

The soldier holding the portrait in his hand smiled and said:

"I've never seen such a handsome person before. It's like a beauty in a painting. No wonder the boss is in a hurry to arrest this young man with great fanfare?"

The other person spat, cursed a bit, and then reprimanded:

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's important to do business"

The person before took another look at the painting, then reluctantly moved his eyes away, and looked at the man on the ground who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and thought, how could this handsome young man be such a filthy beggar, so he shook his hand. The head kicked the portrait back into his arms, and the two walked out of the ruined temple one by one.

After they walked out of the ruined temple for a long time, the person lying on the ground was still lying motionless with his face facing the wall, without moving at all.

In this way, the dilapidated temple fell silent again. After an unknown period of time, accompanied by the sound of pattering rain, the sound of footsteps gradually came, and only a hoarse voice became clear. He said:

"Master, let's go to this ruined temple to rest for a while, the rain is getting heavier..."

Then the footsteps of two people got closer and closer, and the slightly hoarse voice continued:

"It's raining non-stop, delaying our journey, and I don't know if we can make it in time for the appointment with Elder Zhou..."

The hoarse voice was inexplicably familiar, and the man on the straw moved his hand on his abdomen.

Then there was another thick and hearty voice saying:

"There is a sudden martial law in this city, and something terrible must have happened again."

While talking, the two stepped into the temple gate. As soon as they entered the gate, they saw a person lying in the corner, and there was silence for a while.

Still in that thick voice, he said cheerfully:

"My friend, the road is slippery in rainy days. The two of us are sheltering from the rain here. I hope my friend will make it easier for you."

The person lying on the haystack was even more dedicated than the bodhisattva with half of his face missing, and he remained motionless like a clay sculpture.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the two of them found a corner farther away and settled down.

The rain outside was still falling like a bead net, and the sky gradually darkened. The two lit up a fire, and with the slightly beating light of the fire, the two began to talk again.

Only to hear the slightly hoarse young voice speak first, and said in a low voice:

"Elder Zhou's news should be true, the leader doesn't need to worry."

The deep voice pondered for a while before saying:

"It's his apprentice, but I don't quite believe it..."

With his back to the two, Feng Heng opened his eyes and watched the flames imprint his figure on the dark wall. He probably knew who these two were?Unexpectedly, they could meet each other in this ruined temple, he got excited for a while, and kept quiet, he listened to the two of them talking.

On the contrary, he felt intentional or unintentional gazes peeping at his back a few times, and he wondered if he could still be recognized when he was dressed like this?

Just listen to the hoarse voice and continue:

"Speaking of which, I heard Tangzhou's brothers mention the incidents in this city today. Somehow, King Zhao is also in this city. Those mobs are following King Zhao, but they are doing evil in the city."

Seeing his words, the owner of the voice caught the attention of his clan leader, and attracted the clan leader's gaze back from that corner, and then continued:

"That Liang Ziweng is shameless, under the banner of practicing martial arts, he said that he harvested yin to replenish yang, and captured many young girls..."

When he said this, he seemed to be very angry and had to stop to suppress his anger.

After calming down, he lowered his voice and said:

"I heard from my brothers that this scum did a lot of unrighteousness. When he was rampant at the gate of the city yesterday, he was repaired by someone and fled in a hurry."

"Oh, and this matter? I think today's rigorous search is probably related to this matter."

The young man unconsciously turned his head to stare at the person in the corner who seemed to be a disciple of his sect while his sect leader was talking, feeling strange in his heart.

Then he seemed to suddenly recall something, slapped his thigh, put his hand into his bosom, took out something and handed it to the leader of his family, saying:

"Tang Zhou's brother gave me a portrait, but I haven't had time to look at it yet. Let me see, the boss, do you know this hero?"

Feng Heng only heard the sound of flipping the paper, and then the two people were probably looking at the portrait, and the room was silent.

After a while, only a chuckle was heard, and then bold words sounded, he said:

"Do I recognize the hero in the painting? How about this friend answer it for me?"

The voice and sight are all directed at Feng Heng...

The author has something to say: m(__)m

I have a party today, I'm late...

Sure enough, I didn't catch up with the post yesterday...

It seems to be changed every other day again?ヽ(`Д′)?┻━┻

For the next pitfall, I must save the full text and post it >_