Chapter 78: Young phoenix

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The bell of Houshan was higher than one, and it oscillated in the sleeping mountains all the way to the calm town under the mountain. A large group of flying birds roared past, and it was brightly lit within three quarters of the forty-eight villages. , Like a waking dragon.
On the Washing River, countless shadow-like men in black are climbing densely to the shore. The sentries on the shore are high and should have the upper hand. Although the leading chief outpost doubts why the flight stopped, it can still organize resistance in an orderly manner. Two teams of people were sent to inform the left elders.
At this moment, a disciple came to report loudly: "Outpost, we have received reinforcements, and are the people of Mingfeng, I must have heard of the abnormality caused by the opportunity."
His voice had just fallen, and the ghostly assassins had rushed to the shore.
Forty-eight villages stiffly opened such an island between the north and the south, standing side by side for decades, without armor behind them. When the assassins arrived, none of the disciples from the main post to the defense were guarded, and the riverside was strong. His defense line was submerged in an unexpected shock.
There was chaos along the Ximo River, and the Presbyterian Church was immediately chaotic.
Is it the foreign enemy who is committing the crime at present, or the inner ghost being the demon?
It was not clear at the moment of the conversation, but at this moment, who is the foreign enemy seems to be less important-if there is an inner ghost, who is the inner ghost? Who can be trusted in the middle of the night?
If the disaster is caused under the Xiao wall, who can guarantee that these messy news and reporters are telling the truth?
When Zhou Fei arrived, there was a quarrel in the Presbyterian Church. Everyone was busy proving themselves. At such a very sensitive point, it seems that an extra eye makes people think that others are doubting themselves, and the worst What's more, because Li Jinrong is absent, even when the left elders are fine, even if they can check and balance each other, there is something wrong now, but no one will obey anyone.
The Forty-eight Village of Guruojintang is like a stone cracked from the middle. How hard it was, how unstoppable the crack came.
Zhou Fei took a deep breath, and then lifted Wangchun Mountain forward, sending the long knife handle forward, directly piercing the hole of the dampened rotten wood of the elder church.
Then she leaned Wang Chunshan on her shoulders, her arms folded across her chest, and her heavy eyes swept across the suddenly silent Presbyterian Church, and she just stood at the door, neither going in nor speaking—no way, no Every elder likes children like Mrs. Wang, and many people in the elder's hall have nothing to do with Zhou Fei when he was a disciple. Zhou Fei had a bit of a meaning of "not listening to things outside the window". When she met, she was barely able to tell Uncle Uncle that it was already good. As for what kind of person this person is, what his temperament is, he asked at first. She really can't remember it.
Fortunately, there was a "Li Dazhuang" with a good ear.
Li Yan took advantage of Zhou Fei and the shocked elders to squint and quickly rushed to her ear, pointing Jiangshan Road: "The first one on the left, Uncle Zhang, who jumped on the table and scolded the street, you must know, I Not much to say."
The person she said was the head of Qianzhong Zhang Bolin, because the kung fu of the Qianzhong School was quite rampant, so people gave the nickname "Wild Dog Party", Zhang Bolin’s nickname is also called Zhang evil dog, is a famous artillery battle in the forty-eight village, Zhangkou Scolding the street and shutting up—but due to the kung fu of the wild dogs' "paving bricks and breaking big stones", they are all shirtless and wailing for thousands of minutes. Li Yan and their girls, Zhang Bolin's attitude will be much gentler, and he is often kind and polite like a ghost upper body.
"The man sitting in the middle with a tinge of blue, is the head of'Chiyan', Uncle Zhao Qiusheng, an annoying old-fashioned old man. Once he heard you talking with your aunt, he told others that if you were a girl from other families If you die again, you will have to bring this body up to the mad shout of the old lady."
What time is it, still complaining!
Zhou Fei glanced at her secretly, instructing Li Yan to make a long story short, without having to be so "dedicated".
Li Yan rolled her eyes and said again: "The one on the far right is from'Wind Thunder Gun', Lin Hao... Even if we are brothers, I guess you are not familiar with it. Is the first person in our generation to become an elder."
Lin Hao about twenty-seven or eight, of course, is not a child, but compared with the heads of these beard elders and elders, the young people of this generation seem to have "no hair on their mouths, and they are not doing things well." But when Mo Jiang was involved in the accident, he was the first elder in charge of defense to escape accountability.
This would specify that it was anxious and embarrassing, and was forced to be interrogated by Zhang Bolin and Zhao Qiusheng, and Lin Hao's eyebrows could still see some annoyance.
Zhou Fei felt that the sound of her heart beating could be heard at the ear, and it was almost violently loud at first. As she stood at the door, her eyes slowly swept over the people in the elder hall, Zhou Fei began to secretly say to herself: " I do what I should do, and what my mother can do, I can too."
Li Jinrong said to her: "The present of gravel is the past of high mountains, and your present is our past."
Zhou Fei revisited this sentence three times in her heart, and her heartbeat miraculously slowed down. The cold sweat in her palms quickly subsided, and her noisy brain cooled down, and gradually, the mist disappeared, leaving a piece Organized and clear.
Li Yan gave her a temporary cuddling like who he was, and she could only rely on herself.
Zhou Fei lowered his gaze slightly, put Wang Chunshan in his hand, lifted his foot into the elder hall, and stunned the three people in front of him with a fist: "Master Zhang, Uncle Zhao, Brother Lin."
"Zhou Fei?" Zhao Qiu frowned when she was a housekeeper during her life. Of course, this is no exception. He glanced at him, and after seeing Majili and others behind him, he immediately regarded Zhou Fei Li Yan as a chaotic little kid.
Zhao Qiusheng crossed Zhou Fei and asked Ma Jili directly: "Brother Ma, what's the matter? Didn't you take Li Yan's child to Jinling? Why didn't you send it away and get one back? How else? stranger?"
Maggie was about to reply, but Xie Yun made a silent gesture to him.
If this first sentence was spoken by Maggie for Zhou Fei, then the image of "little cumbersome, little follower" in the eyes of these old men would be considered real.
Magili choked a bit hesitantly.
Zhou Fei walked into the Presbyterian Church without lifting his eyelids and said, "There is a reason for this. It's hard to say a word. Uncle Zhao, the Mingfeng rebellion, the outermost outpost in the village has been unexpectedly. The Ximojiang has blown up. You are now Want me to explain to you why Li Yan is not in Jinling?"
She said it rudely, but her tone and attitude were too plain and natural, and there was no point that the younger generation provoke rebellion against the elders, blocking Zhao Qiusheng for a moment: "...No, wait, you just said that even in and out The outer outposts are...how do you know that Mingfeng rebellion?"
Didn't the forty-eight villages leak air from all sides?
Zhou Fei looked up at him, his fingers gently rubbed Wang Chunshan's knife handle.
At this time, everyone saw her hand, and there was a thin layer of cocoon on the inside of the snowy thumb, and the fingertips were stained with fresh blood.
Zhou Fei tilted his head slightly expressionlessly: "Because the murderers are constantly killing, I saw it with my own eyes and killed it with my own hands-Brother Lin, now should you sort out the second batch of mountain outposts and immediately replace the vacant outposts? Is it possible to send people in batches to reinforce the Momo River? The chance is likely to have been shut down. Foreign enemies will climb up from both sides of the Momo River. Will it not take long?"
Zhao Qiusheng looked at Zhou Fei, as if he saw a little cub with teeth and teeth put on the clothes of the adult, dragging his long tail around, and felt ridiculous. It was unreasonable: "You little girl, you..."
Just before his sentence "What's the trouble" has not been exported, Lin Hao, who has been silent, suddenly went to the outside, and a sharp long whistle was blown in his mouth, and several of his men fell in the elder's courtyard, struggling physically. Broke the words of Zhao Qiusheng.
Lin Hao can be the elder of the general defense. Of course, he does not lose his mind. What should he do when he encounters things, he does not need to be guided by others-as long as these old men who rely on the old and sell the old can let him let go and do the work, not have to be at this point. Patted the table and asked him to give an account.
Lin Hao naturally didn't plan to listen to Zhou Fei's command, but she came too coincidentally, and just explained his embarrassment and predicament in three words.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, anyway, she named the rebellion in three words, which means that the black pot on his head was pushed away by most of them. Lin Hao descended the donkey and crossed Zhao Qiusheng and Zhang Bolin, who were blowing their beards and staring, even Three orders were issued, additional outposts were organized, and personnel were organized to go to the Ximo River. Then he said to Zhou Fei: "If it is too late, it depends on how big the person is."
Zhou Fei pushed Wang Chunshan away a little, and then "choked", closing the words, saying: "Okay, if they are too late, let them keep their lives here."
This is the first principle Xie Yun taught her on the way-the elders in this village are all watching her grow up. Just like dealing with Yang Jin, making the mystery and increasing mystery will not only work, but will make them think of her more and more. Not reliable, so be sure to ask less, speak less, explain less, and use the same force when you speak. "Only if you believe in your own words first, can you try to impress others."
Zhou Fei glanced at Xie Yun intentionally and unintentionally, just to meet his gaze, Xie Yun nodded at her slightly.
"After taking the initial attitude, don't just push it step by step, you have to be relaxed, you are a junior after all, you are here to solve problems, not to make trouble."
Zhou Fei forced his fingers on the handle of the knife a few times and eased his expression. He lowered his eyebrows and apologized apologetically: "The niece was rude, and he was ambushed by his own as soon as he entered the door. ."
Zhang Bolin opened his mouth, raised his eyebrows and lay back, and finally said no reprimand, but just waved his hands helplessly.
Zhou Fei glanced at Zhao Qiusheng and stooped.
Her hair was a little messy, and the long invention on one side of the temple was cut with a sharp weapon. The position was very dangerous. One point was the face, and the next point was the throat. Maybe it was unprepared when someone was hit by the head. Zhao Qiusheng felt that Zhou Fei was not flattering at all. When he met the "Uncle Shi" who was always tough, he said nothing else. At this time, when she saw her in a respectful and courteous manner, she suddenly felt strange. Feeling-as if the annoying little girl was sensible.
Zhao Qiusheng finally snorted: "Fuck."
After he finished, he crossed Lin Hao and directly commanded him as the elder: "Go to wash the Mojiang, I would like to see, what eats inside and out, colludes with a group of demons and ghosts!"
Lin Hao was young, so it was hard to say anything about it, but Zhang Bolin did not eat Zhao Qiusheng's suit. He heard that this person became more and more prone, and he became a gourd on the spot, breathing a sigh of gas.
Zhou Fei shook his rudder in the wind. Although he didn't say anything, he didn't rush to follow Zhao Qiusheng. Instead, he turned his inquiry to Zhang Bolin.
This is the third sentence that Xie Yun taught her-if you come to the Presbyterian Church, if all of them do their duties and are united together, then you don’t have to say anything, the elders have a unified opinion, even your mother must weigh it, not to mention It's you, but since your mother left the director of the Presbyterian Church, instead of entrusting it to a specific person, you must have the meaning of letting them check and balance each other. You push the door of the Presbyterian Church, it is best to see them blushing Thick neck, then you have room to speak and do things, how to grasp this balance is the key.
Zhang Bolin met her gaze, and the sullen tone in her heart had an exit, staring at Zhao Qiusheng's back, and said, "I am proud of you, everyone else can look at it, and everyone's heart looks like a mirror, knowing who is reliable."
So Zhang evil dog nodded to Zhou Fei with a bit of self-satisfaction, and expressed his opinion: "Go to wash the Mojiang."
The Presbyterian Church unified the opinions briefly, Lin Hao slightly relieved his breath, the forty-eight stockpiles of the outpost immediately took their seats, and the martial arts gathered to the Ximo River-the torch night, like a long dragon.
Zhou Fei glanced at the sight, and saw that there was a tiny gap between the various schools of the past, which were not separated from each other. They actually formed a team according to the schools. It seemed that the Pinghu Lake suddenly spent countless tributaries, and gradually became clear. .
She didn't want to be so sensitive, but she still noticed it, and her expression was dim.
Xie Yun, who had been silent beside her, suddenly grabbed her hand, Xie Yun's palm was cold, and Zhou Fei was slightly excited.
I saw him facing forward, as if not looking at her at all. The fingers that owe the temperature like the palm were gentle and could not help but press Zhou Fei's slightly loose hand tightly on the long handle of Wangchun Mountain.
Not finished yet-
Zhou Fei knew what he meant. If he hadn't finished it yet, he would have to use a snowbreaker if he hadn't had time to export.
At this moment, the sound of swords and guns rang out, and a group of reinforcements who had opened the way had already started with foreign enemies. Zhou Fei saw the familiar black man in the distance, and his heart sank slightly-it was Beidou.