Chapter 158: Fight

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In the late autumn of the twenty-fifth year of Jianyuan, in September, frost flowers began to fall when the clothes were given.
On the third day of the third day, it was already three days late for the letter that the two members of the Beidou generals Jumen and the broken army should arrive. Cao Ning sent two scouts to urge it, but unfortunately there were not enough round trips on the three days, and no response has been received so far.
North Cao Ning was a little uneasy. When he was walking in the camp near the evening, he saw that the wooden leaves fell off, and he felt a groan in his heart for no reason. He stooped down and picked up the dead leaf. Staring at the dried leaf veins above, he looked up and down for a long while.
The entourage's personal soldiers were unclear, so they did not dare to urge them to look at the fallen leaves and look at Duan Wang.
"Go up and down, whether it's heaven or earth." Cao Ning rolled the dead leaves in his palms and slowly crushed them.
The soldier said strangely, "What are you saying, prince?"
Cao Ning's eyes were squeezed by the fat on his face. There was nowhere to put it. At first glance, it seemed that the two lines cut by the knife could grow together with a little carelessness. Squeezed into a very thin trace, more and more dazzling, he raised his head, looked at the dim sky, muttered: "The Gua said that I should withdraw early... Do you believe in God's will?"
Cao Ning was not very young, but the city was very deep. People around him never dared to speculate about what he was thinking. Then the soldier suddenly heard this question, and did not know whether to shake his head or nod for a while. The sweat was coming down and stuttering. Tao: "This... Lord..."
But Cao Ning seemed to be talking to himself, not trying to listen to his answer. This would wait for him to finish, and then suddenly turned his head and said, "Go and see, has Gu Tianxuan's letter arrived? Let's call life to make food, At three o'clock today, if Gu Tianxuan's letter was not yet available, she put the original plan on hold and we left.
The soldiers understood this sentence, heard the words as amnesty, and answered "Yes", then ran away.
Gu Tianxuan's letter is afraid that only the dead can receive it.
Cao Ning was decisive and did not drag the mud and water. He said that he walked at three o'clock in the unitary time.
As for the case of Gu Tianxuan, they attacked the Southern Army from behind according to their original plan. After half of the attacks, what would happen if they found that their reinforcements had not come? Then he could not care.
Cao Ning's background has been criticized, and he has grown such a body, as if destined to miss the big position. Cao Zhongkun also didn't want to see him when he was alive. For this second son, he didn't even want to look at it at all. A little bit of peace is the basis for getting a life at a very young age and earning real military credit.
Cao Ning may not be a genius, but he is like a swallow on the sea. He always smells the storm first.
The North Army temporarily pulled out of the camp and drove through the night, but the heavens did not make beauty. Soon after they set off, they began to rain.
"Bashan Night Rain" can rise the autumn pond. Even though there is a distance from Shuzhong, the trend of autumn rain is not too much. Cao Ning's marching speed was inevitably slowed down a lot, and the sky seemed to have leaked. Most of the past passed, instead of raining, the rain did not stop, but it became more and more dense.
The northern army traveled to a narrow valley, and the vanguard only entered the mountain, and a large flash lit up the half of the sky. The sound of dull thunder in the valley collided back and forth on the mountain rock in a panic, like a rumbling drum sound from the ground. .
A messenger came out like a madman and ran forward along the road from the coach, shouting in his mouth: "Stop! Stop! The prince has orders, the back team becomes the front team, and detours—"
There was another thunder, and the roar of the heralding soldier was overwhelmed.
Lightning is like a knife light.
"On the night of the third day of September, hey, the elite of the North Army was ambushed near the border. It collapsed for thousands of miles and suffered heavy casualties. I don’t know how many people died. If the blood of the person rushed to the rain, it would seem to be a red river. In the same way, it has been running towards the east. The water in the river channel is a scarlet scarlet hundreds of miles away. You can hear ghosts crying when you go far away!"
On the outskirts of Luzhou, in a broken tavern surrounded by wind, a few walking trips from south to north to help the man rest here, get together, nibbling the rough-faced pie, and discussing the current situation, often publish some people Crying laughter.
"Null talk, crying ghostly, did you hear that?"
"My uncle and cousin lived there, and the old man heard it with his own ears!"
"I think people are afraid that you will not leave, so they bluff you."
"You..."
Zhou Fei sat quietly, waiting for some turbid water in the glass to settle, and regarded the noise around her as a wind beside her ears-no way, it wasn’t that she didn’t care about the battle situation, she really walked all the way and listened too much, how nonsense All of them, for a while, said that Master Zhou's supernatural powers were sent, and that floods washed away Cao Jun. For a while, Cao Jun passed the haunted valley, leaving the North Army as a dead ghost, etc.... so he had to ignore it.
"Slow down, don't let the two brothers quarrel first-so Cao Ning is in a hurry, is he dead?"
As soon as the crowd was quiet, the few who were in heated discussion closed their mouths.
At this time, only the old man sitting in one corner opened quietly and said, "Then Cao Ning may have run away."
The old man's voice was very peculiar, as if the rusty iron was rubbed against the sandpaper, and it sounded uncomfortable. Zhou Fei raised his hand and looked around. He saw that the old man was very ugly. Half of his face and his neck and throat had a dangerous scar, and he could see the traces left by the sword. Besides, the temples on both sides of him Micro-drums, with a refined and introverted look, and in-house kung fu should be quite accomplished.
Zhou Fei glanced over, and the old man immediately noticed that, after glancing at her, he gave her a shallow head, and then said: "In addition to scouts, Master Zhou sometimes sent some people like us to investigate the people for him. The wind is blowing, the old is immortal and immortal, and it is nothing to do when it is idle, and occasionally helps to run the legs, and the flags of several teams are still recognized. That day must be a secret ambush, I was just nearby, but I was completely unaware, midnight Hearing that there was a fight nearby, I quickly went up the mountain and went to visit, but I saw that the North Army Cao's Wangqi was besieged by the valley and fell down after a while. The whole battle was beaten all night, and the valley was full of muddy corpses There were also some who ran away at night. After the incident, according to the general’s rules, they gathered the prisoners of war and hung up the heads of several captured generals of the North Army. I looked back and forth three times, without Cao Ning.

Someone said respectfully, "Old Senior, do you still recognize Cao Ning?"
Another person replied: "There is nothing to recognize. Cao Ning's head is said to have two big heads. If I were there, I would recognize it!"
Everyone talked about how Cao Ning's body could run out unobtrusively. Zhou Fei saw that the old man took the money and slowly put on his clothes. The tiger's mouth was covered with calluses. The skin color was much darker than elsewhere, and she couldn't help but blurt out: "Seniors have practiced Hengshan swordsmanship?"
This is what she saw from Wu Chuchu's messy notes. It is said that the sword held by the Hengshan Sword School had a peculiar style and a curved handle that just happened to be stuck on the tiger's mouth. Over time, it would be blackened.
The old man gave a meal. After a moment, he whispered: "There are still little dolls now remember Nanyue Hengshan."
Hengshan secretly said that she had a life-saving grace. Zhou Fei wanted to say something to him, and felt that it was inappropriate for the old man to stand by himself, and was about to get up, but he saw the old man cover Dou Li to his head and laughed aloud: " Well, as long as someone remembers, my Nanyue heritage will not be counted!"
After finishing talking, he didn't wait for Zhou Fei to reply, leaving the broken tavern in two steps and drifting away.
At this moment, a few wandering entertainers came in front of the door, and just as everyone said they were sick of the front line between the north and the south, they urged them to sing something fresh. Zhou Fei poured the clarified tea into the kettle and took a few. The copper plate, passing through the noisy crowd, was about to hurry and saw the pilgrim of Nalqin greet everyone and said, "The uncles appreciate their faces. The young people just heard the new tune. Not familiar, more forgiving."
Zhou Fei had walked to the door, whispered a long whistle, and called back the horse he ran to graze, before pulling the reins to prepare to go, and then heard the voice from inside: "...This song is reportedly The work done by the Yuyi class, the lyrics are written for the "Thousand Years Worry", and it is called "Bone Bone", which is a strange story..."
Zhou Fei: "Appeal--"
Xingjiao helped a group of reckless people. No matter what "100-year-old worries" or "thousand-year-old worries", only a hurried, hoarse and somewhat out of tune sounded quietly, Zhou Fei stayed at the door, looking for his grave after the white bone was resurrected The ghost story was heard from the beginning to the end-I heard the adventure of the white bones, and because of its terrible description, it stirred the four parties in panic, and finally found his burial place, but found that his grave was covered by another gold-clad jade. Skeletal dove occupies the magpie's nest, jumped into the torrential water, and rushed away with the big waves, becoming the essence of Sishui.
Zhou Fei frowned, feeling that this kind of indiscriminate arrogance was just like the previous "Sound of Jackdaw", not like others faked it.
So Xie Yun is awake?
He's frozen like a quail all day long, so how can he write about it?
Just write it. Since he doesn't go out and doesn't need to spend money, why should he sing it in this section?
And there is the end-the long river enters the sea, and the vastness is attributed to the sky. It is really how subtle it sounds, which coincides with the "sea and sky".
The bones that disappeared from his tomb, the metaphor of the dove in the magpie's nest, the sky and the sea...
In the flash of light and fire, countless thoughts flashed in Zhou Fei's mind. She turned her horse quickly and hurried to the nearest dark pile in the forty-eight village. The words did not have time to explain clearly. The token was shown and the letter was quickly written. Confessed: "Send me to Nan Guo Zijian and ask Lin Zhen to speak."
The dark pile should come down, and Zhou Fei would leave immediately.
She was about to go out, and a errand messenger from the dark pile came back from the outside and almost hit her. The messenger hurriedly said: "This sister is careful-there are three letters, two "signals" results, Secret Letter There is also a private letter with the tokens for Da Dang, who came from the east and sent it back to Zhaizhong together, to Zhou..."
Zhou Fei stepped on the ground.
At this time, in a small courtyard in the old city of Nancheng, where there was no mountain and no water.
The furnishing of the small courtyard is very simple, planted a few cypresses, and in the autumn wind, it still supports a little old greenness. A gray-haired man sits cross-legged in the courtyard. His hair is distributed, thin, one-armed, two on his face The decree lines are deep and engraved, and there is a faint purple on the face. The whole courtyard was full of indescribable and fierce killing intentions, and a bird fell on the edge of the courtyard wall, and soon it did not see the endurance, and flew away in shock.
Suddenly, the one-armed man opened his eyes suddenly, a pair of eyes shot towards the door, and a man in black in Beidou was about to speak at the door of the courtyard, and gave him a glimpse of murderous eyes, and his legs were soft immediately. "Kneeling down with a cry, showing Wu Jiangtong Kaiyang in a crimson mantle behind him."
Tong Kaiyang dismissed the obstructed black man aside and strode into the middle of the courtyard and said: "Brother, have you heard?"
The one-armed man was Shen Tianshu.
Shen Tianshu was rebellious and was the head of Beidou. He was loyal to Cao Zhongkun all his life. Since he was seriously ill, he was no longer able to manage politics. Staying out of the house, no outsiders.
Shen Tianshu slowly withdrew his five-hearted Xiangtian posture and stood up without saying a word, just where he had sat, the stone slab was hollowed out, and there was no trace of cracks!
Tong Kaiyang's pupils shrank and whispered, "Congratulations to Brother, for his good fortune, and his magic will be accomplished."
"Why don't you practice martial arts?" Shen Tianshu loved to answer, "What to do anxiously, what have I heard?"
Tong Kaiyang said in a low voice: "Duan Wang was defeated and the front line collapsed for a thousand miles. Zhou Cunchang drove straight in. Within three days, he had been connected to several cities. The reinforcements couldn't catch up.
Shen Tianshu said blankly: "What about the two wastes of Gu Tianxuan and Lu Yaoguang, dead?"
Tong Kaiyang: "...dead."
Shen Tianshu stepped in and stepped around.