Chapter 84: Draw a knife

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Zhou Fei's face was red and black, and she wanted to pursue Xie Yun for three hundred miles, but suddenly she couldn't lift her spirits for a while, and she waved her heart with a heavy heart: "I won't make trouble with you, I will go to the elder Church."
"A Fei," Xie Yun stopped her, he narrowed his hippie smile, and his eyes fell on Zhou Fei's Wangchun Mountain. "When you grow up, all the hands holding you will slowly leave, and you have to walk through countless yourself. The roughness of you, you feel that your destiny hangs on the tip of the knife, and you can’t relax at all times-but you know, this is already the biggest luck in the world."
Zhou Fei didn't understand, and raised her eyebrows puzzledly.
"You have a sharp weapon in your hand, as long as the tip of the knife is forward, you will be able to cut through thorns and thorns. There is nowhere to go. Life and death, respect for the humble, heroes or cowards, countless roads are at your feet. Isn’t that lucky enough?" Xie Yun flicked her knife lightly, "choking", and he smiled, "Do you know that most people in this world may be of limited origin, or Limited to qualifications, they can only follow the current, involuntarily, and have never had a choice?"
Xie Yun's eyes have a natural curvature, and when he doesn't smile, he seems to be covered with a shallow smile, hiding the thousands of words in his eyes underneath. However, if a little clue is found by a person who is interested, he is a rogue and two hundred five. There is a "cheap escape" that comes with a lot of hard work, and it's so dazzling that it's dazzling.
Zhou Fei: "You..."
Xie Yun raised her hand and curled her fingers slightly, as if trying to rub her fingers gently on her face.
Zhou Feifang's ears cooled down and began to get hot again. He froze for a while between "hiding" and "not hiding", and he picked the pick out of the mind of "thinking too much" all night long, and... …
Xie Yun shot like a hand, grabbed her long braid hanging on one side of her shoulder, and pulled down.
Zhou Fei: "His..."
Xie Yun succeeded in one hit, never stayed, he was very proud, and in a blink of an eye, he had drifted out of Jiangxin's small pavilion, and he left a few thieves laugh, like a big moth, swaying along the river wind. Gently and neatly avoid two alarm lines, climbed up the cane hanging down the cliff.
All the disciples in the small pavilion of Jiangxin looked up together and looked at this godly light.
When Zhou Feiqi chased out in a hurry, the figure of Xie Gongzi flashed a few times and disappeared. Zhou Fei was lucky, and I didn't know that Xie Yun said that she was "lucky" in her heart, or she was purely asshole. She seemed to jump up again.
Zhou Fei's eyes swept the Mojiang River, and found that most of the jets in the river had sunk to the bottom of the water, opening a giant net, ready to catch prey that dare to touch the net, but there were still a few filaments hanging on the water at the corners. The position of the lower stone pile also seems to have a subtle difference from usual.
However, for Zhou Fei, it has been a best effort to restore the opportunity to this, and only hates less when it is used.
She changed her mind and felt that this was not bad. The other party had Kou Dan who knew very well about the flight. If the flight was as usual, what use would it be under the eyes of the assassin's boss?
On the contrary, she was asked to arbitrarily make a half of the pendant, and then find a group of unknown defenses, it may not be able to make Kou Dan caught off guard.
Thinking of this, Zhou Fei suddenly felt very reasonable, and turned to several disciples and said: "Trouble all the brothers temporarily guarding Jiangxin Xiaoting on behalf of Uncle Yutai. If there is an enemy, the organ wall in the pavilion can be Feel free to operate."
Having finished speaking, she didn’t wait for the crowd to protest, so she grabbed the rattan on the cliff and left a group of disciples of the forty-eight villages to look at each other—they didn’t thank Yun for the kind of light power that they could get to heaven by inserting chicken wings. Zhou Fei is familiar with the lead formation. If he wants to go for a while, he will not be able to go.
It took a long time before a disciple murmured, "I always feel that Sister Zhou is not as kind as before."
Dawn is approaching.
The Taohuayuan, attached to the Forty-eight Village, suffered the biggest catastrophe in two decades.
The beater was lazily walking with lanterns on the empty street. The dog at the door of the house was alarmed by the sound of footsteps. When he looked up, he saw him again, and it was strange that he put his head back on his front paws and extended his tongue. A yawn.
Suddenly, a pair of ears lying softly on the dog's head stood up in awake. He turned over and stood up, stretched his neck to the end of the path, and cried with his throat.
The guard knocked perfunctoryly on the clapper and scolded casually: "Dog stuff, what's going on..."
His words came to an abrupt halt, and a tremor that was getting closer and closer came from the underground, and the guard opened his eyes wide, and then the paper lantern in his hand "popped" and fell to the ground--
The iron hooves in black came with a nightmare, pouring into the calm town like a tide.
The chickens hoarse and the domestic dog barks.
The big flag embroidered with the black eagle and the Beidou unfolded in the wind, the hunting rang, and the stare stared at that flag for a while, staring at the flag for a while, then stunned, and turned to run: "Black flag and Beidou, pseudo-dynasty Someone called..."
At this point his words came to an abrupt halt, and a handle slammed from behind him, splitting the guard in two.
The man who carried the knife was about forty years old. His cheeks were thin and concave, his eyebrows were eagle-eyed, and his face was like frost. A mountain root was almost to be broken and his face was sitting in the center of the face door-but there was a scar at the bridge of the nose, which was transverse Left and right, looking a bit cold.
"Pseudo-dynasty," he shook his wrist, and the blood on the floor fell down, and the man smiled lightly, then turned back and said to a fat man who was held in the middle by many guards and stars, "This The prince said the'gangster'? Xiaguan is fortunate not to insult his life.
The "Yangye" is not very young, at best he is only twenty or thirty years old, but he is fat and fat, far more than a man can grow in twenty or thirty years. Even his crotch horse is much stronger than others. Rao is like this, still walking breathlessly, ready to kneel and die at any time.
Hearing the words, a fat smile appeared on the fat prince's face, and the chin of the thousand layers immediately disappeared into the neck of the mystery: "Hahaha, Lord Lu, Mr. Shaoguang! Good understanding, good skills, this king really knows you. Hate late!"
The lights were suddenly blazing in the town, and the cry was like a long cone, tearing the morning light off unexpectedly.
Lu Yaoguang smiled silently and replied very softly: "Thank you, Lord, for your appreciation."
After he finished speaking, he swayed the saber and ordered: "My pioneers in the Beidou, the "bandit village", you guys are still stunned... Ah, the mouse here is faster."
The men in black were pointing neatly along his blade, looking at the end of the misty and long street, and saw that four or five men with soldier's blades stood there somehow. , A decent shopkeeper, and a storyteller who wore a square scarf and slapped his sleeves to shoot the shocking wooden man.
Lu Yaoguang sat on his horse, nodded gently, and asked, "Beidou breaks the army.
The leader slowly raised the halberd in his hand: "The trafficker is a pawn, not enough to hang your teeth."
Lu Yaoguang said: "I heard that there have been ten times and eight times, but I don't know when there will be more "traffickers" in the world."
After that, he gently waved his hand with pity, the people in black swarmed up, and the dark waves overwhelmed the same people.
The fat prince only glanced far away, and he no longer cared about the big fools who were caravans. He held the two followers' hands before getting off the horse, and swept away a dead man who rolled before his eyes with his whip. In the direction of Forty-eight Villages
On the hills guarded layer by layer, the twenty-year-old walls of the Presbyterian Church were mottled, and several generations of moss survived after death. At a glance, it was still better than the lushness of the year.
Lin Hao stood at the door. He was a prudent young man. Although his hands behind him had been squeezing his joints back and forth unconsciously, his expression and tone were still very calm and respectful. He said to Zhao Qiusheng: "Master Uncle, There are a total of eight hidden piles in our lap down the mountain, and now seven have been disconnected from our village. I have already ordered in advance that they should not act lightly, and they must never reserve their strength. At present, no one complies. It is really in it, it is difficult to be alone."
Zhang Bolin walked back and forth in the Presbyterian Church like a sleepy beast. Zhao Qiusheng sat on a high chair, his face green, and shouted: "The surname Zhang, what are you doing in this old donkey?"
Zhang Bolin immediately replied: "Lao Tzu is not an old donkey, I'm a son of a shrunken turtle!"
Lin Hao lowered his eyes and persuaded softly: "Uncle Zhang, have something to say."
Zhao Qiusheng raised his hand and patted the armrest of the wooden chair. The beast head armrest of the solid wood was photographed by him. "He broke his head". He gritted his teeth and said in a word: "Zhang Bolin, when he was about to leave In the hands of three of you and me, forty-eight... Forty-seven martial arts, a thousand or so people, not to say that it is head-shrinking, even if it is broken, do you dare to complain? Once the Zhaimen breaks, the foundation of the forty-eight Zhaizhai is destroyed for decades. Once once, how are you going to explain to the big master?"
Zhang Bolin was blushed by him and his neck was thick.
Lin Hao said: "The road to the middle of Shu is difficult, and the mountains are mostly barren. These twenty years haven't been managed by the big masters. Is there any prosperity now? Really, if something goes wrong, uncle Shi, we can make peace with the master. Have you been accountable?"
Zhao Qiusheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Hao's tone was more gentle, but his words became more and more serious: "The teacher and nephew have always listened to the elders in the family, saying that we were forty-eight villages in the past to accommodate the righteous and resist. Only then the flag was raised-Uncle Zhao was the elder It’s natural to know very well, and it’s not my turn to remind a younger generation-then there are enemies who are now committing crimes. Instead, the justices were hanging on the suspension bridge.
Zhao Qiusheng said angrily: "Lin Hao, you wanton!"
Lin Haocheng’s palace was extremely deep, and he looked down and clenched his fists in silence. He silently compensated for the crime of failing to enter the oil and salt industry.
Zhao Qiusheng turned around and kicked the chair upside down: "The mountains are heavily organised and the sentries are intricate, but it is a place where one man is guarded and the other is inaccessible. You know, as a person like you, even if you are a master of the generations, can you crush the nails of the army of the pseudo-dynasty, ah? Who stopped you from the righteousness? Who stopped you from dying? Don’t go if you want to go. His mother dragged the mountains of ignorant women and children..."
At this moment, Magily's voice suddenly came outside the Presbyterian Church.
Maggie said to someone loudly, "A Fei, you come... wait, what are you doing?"
This voice briefly led the three noisy people into sight. I saw Zhou Fei, with a group of young disciples, strode into the Presbyterian Church.
Entering the door, Zhou Fei swept his eyes and quickly performed a circle of salutes. He said: "The Ximojiang pilot has been reopened. I left a few people watching there. There are new sentries on the shore, even if there are enemies coming If you attack, you will not be able to cross the river in a short while, so your brothers and sisters are relieved.
However, no one listened to her at this time. The eyes of the three elders were focused on the stretcher that she was ordered to lie on—the fisherman lay silently on it, his expression stretched, his face faintly with a touch of ruddy, but his lips appeared Out of strange blue and purple.
For a while, Zhao Qiusheng took the lead to look away and asked Zhou Fei: "What are you doing to carry him here?"
Zhou Feimian didn't change his color and said: "Uncle Zhao, the murderer fled, and Qiu Weibao didn't report. Even if I closed the eyes of Uncle Yutai, I couldn't force him to squint. I really don't know what to do. Listen to the rulings of uncles and uncles."
Zhao Qiusheng had just exploded a pitted Zhang Bolin, and scolded Lin Hao, who was violating Yang and Yin. Who knows that there was a wave of unrest, and there was an unlucky child, Zhou Fei, who added to the chaos. They were all solitary indignation, so angry that Zhou Fei was speechless for a while, almost vomiting blood.
Fortunately, at this time, Zhang Bolin, who had just fought with him for his blushing neck and others, changed his position and stood on his side.
If it is just civil strife, Zhou Fei's skill is indeed qualified to be a personal ambassador.
Zhang Bolin said bluntly: "A Fei, it's none of your business."
Lin Hao was a little more euphemistic: "I can't say that. There is still an order to entrust to Sister Zhou. Taking advantage of this, the mountain will be in chaos. Could it be that Sister Labor will run and send a letter to the master? This matter... …"
"Life and death in the village?" Zhou Fei interrupted him politely. "How many of our dark piles can be used outside? Brother Lin, do you know which mountain is now the master?"
Lin Hao was speechless for a while.
Zhou Fei then said: "The pseudo-dynasty sent troops to attack the forty-eight villages. This news that he would fly long legs into the ears of Dadang, and even if he lags behind, he will definitely find the world faster than I am without a fly. Brother Lin does not understand this. ? Are you stupid or am I stupid?"
Lin Hao: "..."
Zhou Fei learned his polite and smooth look and bowed his head slightly, looking for a make-up: "Sister and sister are impolite and rude."
Zhao Qiusheng blows his beard and glares: "Zhou Fei, what do you want to do?"
"Give me a hundred people." Zhou Fei didn't bend at all, and said bluntly, "The rest stayed at the Zhaimen gate, guarded carefully, and didn't have to worry about the safety of the Zhaizhong. You can rest assured that there are tens of thousands of troops in the Puppet Dynasty, I have There are dozens of villages and towns around the cliff, which are not necessarily less than anyone, and they are not afraid of them. Furthermore, there are Mingfeng under the mountain, Beidou, and officials from the Puppet Dynasty, a group of people who were not in the same position, I also don’t believe that they are intimate. Give me people and time, I’ll pick a few heads and come back to give everyone a drink."
The last sentence was said by her, and she didn’t kill it. Instead, she had a sense of coldness. Before Zhao Qiusheng made a speech, Zhou Fei said: "Uncle Zhao doesn’t have to lift my mother, and she can also explain to her-she Even if I can't control me here, I will not blame you."
Several people present had heard Zhou Fei's feat of "picking flowers" from Li Jinrong's hands in Xiushantang.
Zhou Fei smiled, and then for the first time mentioned his own experience outside: "In Huarong City, we were betrayed by traitors. Brother Chenfei, they were secretly counted in the inn by Lu Cun and Greedy Wolf. Li’s girl hides in Tibet, and she’s fashionable and not afraid, not to mention now? You can do it without me, I can go by myself."
After she finished speaking, she reached out to Lin Hao: "Brother Lin, do you?"
Lin Hao: "..."
About Mo Yi Yixiang's time, Zhou Fei walked out of the Presbyterian Church with the token given by Lin Hao, and looked up, but saw Wu Chuchu waiting for her with Li Yan's company.
In the east, the fish belly has become white, and Zhou Feiyi has spent a whole night in the army. He hasn't taken care of her. Wu Chuchu must have heard Kou Dan's words and wanted to come.
Zhou Fei felt a little guilty and stepped forward, turning to her.
But before waiting for her to speak, Wu Chuchu suddenly stepped forward, removed the longevity lock on his neck and handed it to Zhou Fei.
Zhou Fei was shocked.
Then, Wu Chuchu took off his earrings again, the bracelet-even a plain little hairpin on his head, let his brain tuck into Zhou Fei's arms.
Zhou Fei: "..."
Next to Li Yan was startled, and busy: "Miss Wu, my sister does not charge protection fees, you..."
Wu Chuchu said: "Everything I am not afraid of burning is here."
Zhou Fei raised his eyes It turned out that Wu Chuchu knew in his heart that Qiu Tianji's tragic search for Huarong Town was related to her!
There were tears in Wu Chuchu's eyes, but he quickly suffocated himself.
"I haven't heard of the so-called "Haitian Yishi"," she said in a word, "I also... I know you still have important things, and I may not be willing to help me keep these craps, but I don't believe others , Only trust you."
Li Yan didn't know the cause and consequence, and he was confused when he heard a few sentences in the foreword that didn't follow the post.
Zhou Fei was very clear in her heart. She wrapped the things Wu Chuchu handed to her with a thin silk roll, put her body in her arms, and nodded to Wu Chuchu: "Thank you, rest assured, life and death."