Vol 6 Chapter 74: Mayfly is comparable to the world and all phenomena to see sentient beings (5)

On August 20, the weather became gloomy.
Jiang Ning's "Millions of Soldiers and Horses" was predecessor, and Lin Zongwu, wearing a large cassock, had already set foot on the ring, and the "Gao Tianwang" dispatched was not the strange-looking green forest people like other families, but just a team of neatly dressed soldiers.
These soldiers came to the ground one by one, and started fighting with Lin Zongwu in a dull and awkward way of fighting in the eyes of the green forest people. Lin Zongwu severely wounded the first person, and the other side carried the seriously injured down, and the second soldier was tight. Following on, after the second soldier was seriously injured, it was the third soldier...
The whole atmosphere was solemn and suppressed. There was no blood boiling on the day of the "five-party ring". This soldier went up, fought hard, and was then carried down. Everyone seemed to be at home. On Lin Zongwu's side, after the initial chatter, he fell silent and fought with the soldiers on stage one by one.
By the time they hit three to five people, many onlookers had chewed Gao Chang's cleverness and terrible deeds, some privately admired them, and some were saying that Lin Zongwu's victory was not armed or bullying the small. However, when such a fight hit the tenth person or more than ten people, in the silence of the audience, there was a faint respect for both sides of the battle.
Lin Zongwu's huge figure stood there. Although he was called the best in martial arts, he was still old after all. The soldiers here came to power. The first few people could still say that he was bullying the big ones, but as one soldier after another came up, fought, and fell—and the time for fighting with everyone was almost fixed, often Let the opponent make a move. After the audience understood the demo, they broke the enemy with a palm-the continuous cycle of this pattern made him show a Taishan-like aura. The high mountains stand up, and they will not fall in force.
Lin Zongwu has been preaching for half his life, running around and encountering the most things in the scene, except for some indescribable who will take out two copper plates to humiliate him when he is in a peak duel with others, he will not pay attention to other situations. . Although Gao Chang's method of doing things here is good, he can't escape the fight by force. After all, he is in his home court.
Neither side speaks, if you want to come up one by one to "see death as home", then just come up.
A huge figure stood in front of the stage, and a pair of fleshy palms dealt with the young soldiers who came up with various weapons. From a few people to more than a dozen people, after overturning 20 people in a row, the spectators under the stage had a thrilling feeling. However, Lin Zongwu was not fatigued. He knocked one person over, just stood with his hand holding his hand, silently watching the other party lift the wounded down.
He did not further express that on Gao Chang's side, he could only send one soldier after another to be beaten.
Twenty-one, twenty-two...twenty-five, twenty-six...These numbers continued to thirty. When the thirty soldier was knocked to the ground, Lin Zongwu finally turned his hands on his back, turned and stepped down, vigorously. 'S voice said: "From now on, you may be challenged."
The subordinate Gao Chang who was in charge of overseeing the "Million Soldiers and Horses" was originally a little proud, but by this time he was already covered in cold sweat. Hearing these words, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Under the ring is a fanatical cheer. Some people praised Gao Chang’s response to the fact that it was really powerful, much stronger than the Zhou Shang who didn’t know the heights of the earth at the beginning; more people praised the master Lin’s martial arts superb, and this response is really not lost." The domineering and stalwart of "the first person in the world".
In such a carnival, the message that Lin Zongwu will set foot on Shibaofeng's "Tianbaotai" in a few days spreads along with it.
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"Something is going to happen... Something is going to happen..."
In the afternoon, the gloomy sky seemed to be pressed down into the city.
On the streets and alleys of Jiangning City, rumors spread for a while, and then some stall owners began to close their stalls in the gloomy sky.
On the street near the Su’s old house, Xue Jin, who had been begging for half a day and did not attract much attention, noticed something that was not quite right, and whispered towards "home" as he picked up firewood along the way. Zhi, returned to the bridge hole near the Five Lakes Inn, only to feel a little at ease.
"Something is going to happen... Something is going to happen..."
He shrank under the dim bridge hole, sitting beside Yueniang, whispering, the sky outside the bridge hole was sluggish, and it seemed that it was about to darken.
In the lobby of the Five Lakes Inn, groups of people from the rivers and lakes came back from the outside, sitting here whispering about what happened in the morning, and some of them had a few words with the usual friendly boss. The boss here is playing the flag of "King of Justice" He Wen, but he has also reinforced the doors and windows to prevent certain bad things from happening.
In the small room on the second floor of the inn, Ning Ji was instructing the little monk to lie on the table to practice calligraphy. The little monk was holding a writing brush and writhing on the paper to write the seven words "Little Monkey Monkey King". The handwriting is very ugly.
"Master... only taught me literacy, practice... practice less..."
The little monk blushed for a while when the two went out together to fight for justice. His literacy was barely able to read, and at most he wrote down his own name, so he was very embarrassed in front of the newly recognized eldest brother. Ning Ji originally thought that he had caught a coolie who knew how to write, but later found out that he had to write another name for the other person. He was so distressed that he couldn't help saying: "The development of morality, intelligence, physical education, and art should be balanced..." and so on. Strange things the little monk did not understand.
It is worth mentioning that in the two days after they met, they had already picked out the two small places under the name of "Yam King" Zhou Shang. The first time they were not proficient, they left after the fight. They finally left early this morning. The names on the wall were "Long Aotian, the lord of the martial arts league" and "The Monkey King, the little sage of Qitian", and the words "come here for a tour" were added, which was very chic. It was their first truly successful cooperation.
The two worked at night and came back to sleep on a bed during the day, missing Lin Zongwu's fight in the morning. After waking up, the young monk was forced to practice calligraphy. Fortunately, although his calligraphy was poor, his attitude was sincere, which made the new master leader very gratified.
"It's always right to read more books!"
He took out the posture that his aunt taught him back then, and walked around the little monk who was immersed in calligraphy, and taught him with sincerity.
"Your master's vision is still a bit shallow..."
"This word is wrong, haha..."
The little monk nodded repeatedly.
This is called passing the fire down.
After teaching carefully for a while, after getting addicted, he would rather go to the lobby to eavesdrop on all kinds of news. Towards the evening, he went to the back kitchen to buy some cheap food waste to eat, and sent it to under the bridge hole by the small river.
"Cripple, why did you come back so early?"
"Yes, you have to... something is going to happen, something is going to happen..."
Xue Jin knelt and thanked him, and looked up at the boy who had given him food in recent days, wanting to say something.
"Something is going to happen, why don't you leave?"
"Go..." Xue Jin's lips trembled, and after a moment of silence, he looked back at the figure in the bridge hole, "Go... can't go..."
"Then you have to hide."
Ning Ji stopped talking, smiled and got up, took the empty bowl and sent it back to the innkeeper.
Soon after, the night fell on that day. The two young men had dinner and chatted quietly in the dark. After waiting for more than an hour, they put on night clothes, blindfolded their eyes and bald their heads and sneaked out of the inn. .
Before that night, the fire in the city had already begun.
With the sound of the whistle and gongs of the law enforcement team under the command of "Longxian", the thugs under the command of "Equality King" Shi Baofeng and "Yam King" Zhou Shang were dispatched almost at the same time, and went straight to the territory of "Roller King" Xu Zhaonan. , And this time Xu Zhaonan was well prepared, and the fanatical congregation who had entered the city on a large scale two days earlier chanted "Divine Art Protecting Body" and "Light Bless the World" and launched a counterattack against the opponent.
In such an atmosphere, Gao Chang, who was beaten by Lin Zongwu 30 people in the day, also had several commanders in the city. At the same time, Xu Zhaonan and Zhou Shang were beaten. "Long Xian" Fu Pingbo first came forward to try to suppress the destruction. The most powerful soldier, and the situation in the city has become lively.
At this moment, all the five parties of the fairness party finally moved.
Two light and powerful shadows running in the dark of this hustle and bustle city can see a lot of disgusting things that can't be seen in ordinary days.
They can see the whole process of some forces converging and conspiring in the dark, and then going out to kill people and set fires;
I also saw the brothers fighting each other due to the uneven distribution of the spoils after the looting;
They could see the members of the "King of Fairness" law enforcement team who maintained order were dragged into the alley and beaten to death by a group of people;
I also saw the naked women and children in the dark courtyard;
Some people kneeling on their knees begging for mercy were put into sacks, while others threw sacks into the river happily;
Some people were even thrown directly into the fire...
In this city, people like Xue Jin are not the only ones who are suffering from a tragic fate. When the order disappears, similar situations can be seen everywhere as long as you look closely. The two teenagers can feel angry, but apart from the anger, some emotions can already be suppressed.
"Amitabha Buddha, I have never seen so many tragedies on my way to the south... This may be the sight of the road..." The little monk recognized what he saw and thought that this might be the master letting himself go. The reason for visiting Jiangning. Compared with here, some of the things I saw in Jindi did not seem worth mentioning.
"Huh! Fair party is not a good thing!" Ning Ji maintained his usual view, "The worst thing is Zhou Shang! He has to be killed."
According to the voyeurism of these three nights, the worst and most brutal of the five parties of the Fairness Party is indeed Zhou Shang’s side. Their killing methods are the most ruthless and bloody. Many of them are not only Just want to kill the enemy, and already enjoy the thrill of cruelty and abuse.
As for how to find Wei Zhuwen's proposition, after observing the previous two days, Ningji also has a simple plan.
That night, after a simple investigation, the two men spotted a warehouse next to a small wharf in the west of the city and launched an attack.
This warehouse is now owned by a small boss under the command of "Yam King" Zhou Shang. After the fire at night started, there were still more than ten people left in this warehouse for defense. According to Ning Ji's observation, the opponent’s small boss Still staying in the warehouse, it means that some important materials are indeed stored here.
In the middle of the night, two figures descended in the courtyard behind the warehouse.
The chaos of fighting did not last long in this warehouse. When someone found a surprise attack by two figures in the fire, six people from the green forest who were in charge of the defensive near the warehouse had been killed, and then the figure rushed in like a flea. The fire in the night is often a life with a wave of an arm and a jab. Some people’s torches in their hands were beaten across the sky without falling down. Others fell to the ground in hysterical roars, on their throats or on their waists and thighs. On the blood hurricane.
In this kind of action, Ning Ji did not suppress his skills, and almost used everything to kill him. The little monk as a partner usually seems weak in temperament, but when carrying out the action of "killing the bad guy", he held a small dagger and almost saw the blood in his throat. This was tailored by his master for his age. Ning Ji agrees with the combat style, because when he was two years younger, the style of play designed by Aunt Hong was basically the same.
When the little leader guarding this side rushed out of the room brandishing a long knife, he almost only had one face to face, and he was stabbed back by the knife. The long knife penetrated his intestine and nailed it to the wall.
There was blood in the courtyard. Some people were wriggling and groaning underground. The shorter men in black rushed into the warehouse and killed the two remaining people here. The taller men in black walked to the small boss. In front of him, stretched out his hand to touch his body.
"Hey, your master's style of play is designed, something..."
The little boss felt that his chest was being touched by the opponent, and the undisguised drake's voice didn't know what he was talking about.
"Ah, Amitabha..."
The younger man in black walked out, looking left and right, looking for a living, the tone of his mouth was unexpectedly extremely naive.
"You, you..." the little boss said with difficulty.
"Do you know your boss,'God Kill' Wei Zhuwen?" the young man who touched him asked.
"You...I..."
"We are looking for him, do you know where he is?"
"I...fuck..." Blood came out of his mouth.
"Forget it." The young man shook his head, took out some money from him, put it in his arms, and took out fireworks and other objects used as warnings, "This thing will be released, someone will find it... You left a lot of blood, Wukong, torch."
The little boss was nailed to the wall, feeling very weak. He then saw the little monk who said that Amitabha Buddha brought the torch over, and the young man here took out again from his body, and took out a...big brush.
Even though he felt that he was going to die, the little boss still looked absurdly while pressing them and stretched the brush to his mouth and the edge of the knife, stained with thick blood, then the little monk held the torch and asked him to write on the wall next to him. After the young man finished writing, he changed the little monk to write with a pen, and he didn’t know what they were writing...
"Long Aotian, the lord of the martial arts league, and the little sage of Qitian Sun Wukong-come here."
After writing this row, Long Aotian thought about it again, and wrote his own purpose behind. He wrote the word "Heavenly Kill" and asked the little monk to copy it. Then, the writing on the wall changed. Became:
"Long Aotian, the leader of the martial arts league, and the little sage of Qitian, Sun Wukong-come here for a tour. God kill, kill kill!"
They then searched the warehouse, released the eight undressed women who had been kept in it for an unknown period of time, and carried out a search and arrangement before they took out what they found from a pile of dead people. The fireworks opened up one by one.
There were many scenes of fighting in the city that night, and the fireworks made arrows often rise, but suddenly there was a pile of them. The people who belonged to this warehouse before rushed back first, and they hurriedly called people in the eyes of what they saw. , And then fifty or sixty swordsmen guarding a man with a tall horse came over. Everyone entered the warehouse together and saw scenes of corpses everywhere and messages written on the walls.
The handwriting on the wall was obviously written by two people.
The two handwritings are not the same. One is crooked, the other is childish and soft. It seems ridiculous to write here in a big form, but the handwriting is written in blood. Their little boss here was pierced and nailed to death. On the wall next to the handwriting. Many corpses in the surrounding yard were sealed with a knife. This makes the whole scene even have a somewhat weird atmosphere.
After the leader riding a high-headed horse went in to see it, he directed his hand to patrol the surroundings.
Not far from here, in the darkness of the river bend, two figures lay on the river bank, watching all this secretly. In the grass not far from them, there was even a wooden bucket with black powder stolen from haste.
"Look, I just said, if a boss is dead, the one above him will find him."
Long Aotian was very embarrassed, and taught his life experience to the younger brother around him: "We wrote the name of the gods on the wall, of course these bosses have to report one by one, we will either follow him or catch If you live in him, you can find some information."
"Big Brother Long is really amazing, I couldn't think of it." The little monk praised convincingly, staring in the dark, observing the appearance of the tall horse's silhouette, "This man, martial arts looks good."
"Well, I just don't know what level he is... There are a lot of people, but it doesn't matter. I will follow them back later to see me blow up these and catch him when I am in a mess..."
"Yeah." The little monk nodded repeatedly, and after a while, "Big Brother Long, he, he is coming towards us, what shall we do?"
"Oh?" Long Aotian, who was looking back to confirm the color of the explosives in the barrel, turned his head.
Both figures are looking at the tall horse who is pouring over.
"Big brother, there are not many people around him..." The little monk shook the boss's shoulder.
"I know……"
"Do you want to do it?"
"Everyone, come out to walk the rivers and lakes, to be calm..."
"okay……"
Both of them became complacent.
After a while...
"Well, there is a flaw..."
"This person is very vulnerable..."
The two rookies in the dark struggled for a while.
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Soon after, by the side of the river in the darkness not far from the warehouse, Yama King's subordinates on horseback were patrolling. A lasso was thrown from the side, and it was directly attached to his body, dragged by two small black shadows. The lasso suddenly rushed out of the darkness and hurried forward.
Your general was dragged to the ground from below, and then the whole person slid forward. The frightened war horse hissed and ran wildly. Several of his men couldn't catch up. Seeing the war horse rush forward and pull the rope, among the two shadows, the higher one turned over during the run and cheered: "Grab Live here."
The little one is also called: "Catch it!"
The war horse rushed forward, the trapped "king of Yama" was thrown down the river bank for a time, and then dragged up again, just like this, he was dragged to the distant night. The sound of killing broke out, and a large group of people hurriedly tried to chase after...
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At the same moment, the big villain Wei Zhuwen, who didn't know that he was being targeted by a pair of novices, was on the other side of the city, carrying out a major event.
That night, the "Yam King" party launched by him once again launched a raid on the "Swiss King" side, but for him, these majestic performances have never been about the success or failure of things.
He sat in the dark attic, looking at the thin figure in the shabby courtyard below. The figure's name was Miao Zheng, and it fell into his hands a few days ago. By now, he had already figured out how the other party used it.
Miao Zheng's only two family members—his younger brother and son—are in the attic at this time, staying in the same space as Wei Zhuwen. Wei Zhuwen's attitude is very kind from beginning to end.
"Don't worry, he has done a good job, and you can all live well."
After a while, what he had to do appeared.
A black figure appeared on the street outside, gradually walking towards this side. Through the gap in the dilapidated yard, Miao Zheng in the yard could also see this happening, his body trembling slightly.
"Isn't that... a woman will come?"
In the attic, Wei Zhuwen asked in a low voice.
It seemed that I was also afraid that the meeting would be affected. After a certain distance, the figure in the dark said to this side: "I am An Xifu, Dai Siyi will come over to see you."
Wei Zhuwen in the attic, his eyes lit up. He gently folded his hands and whispered, "Okay."
In the distance of the city, there are arrows and fireworks rising, and various fights are continuing. In the darkness around this street, dozens or hundreds of figures, like silent malice, have already moved toward this, surging forward.
An Xifu moves forward slowly, the darkness is about to condense...
"Ah..." there was a cry.
Miao Zheng yelled out.
For a moment, in the dimness, An Xifu's figure retreated like a black crow. Wei Zhuwen waved his hand while shouting in the attic. UU reading www.uukanshu.com brushed out the waist of the guard on his side. Knife. The long street was far and near, and the ambushers pushed open the cover, overwhelming, and rushing out...
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On the other side, the war horse ran for a while on the dark street.
The little monk in the back ran wildly, and said, "Big brother, big brother, stop, stop..."
Long Aotian looked back from the front: "What's up?"
The chasing soldiers at the back were not far away, and he was going to find a quiet place to torture the prisoners.
While running with the horse, the little monk pointed at the man underground: "He, he was hit to death..."
"Huh?" Long Aotian stopped his horse and jumped down, and walked closer to take a look. This person has indeed been battered, and he does not know where he accidentally hit the stone.
The two stood on the side of the road, touching their chins, and there was a moment of silence. The sound of chasing and killing in the night behind was getting louder and louder.
"What should I do……"
"Who let him ride a horse..." Long Aotian was unhappy, then waved his hand, "Forget it, then give it back to them."
"Then what happens next?"
"Next? We killed their boss at the beginning. This is the boss of the boss. Well, next, the boss of their boss, maybe they will come over, maybe it will be Wei Zhuwen."
"Shall we wait?"
"Yes, you have to be more careful this time, you can't mess around..."
In the dark, the two summed up their experiences and learned lessons. Long Aotian stretched out his foot and kicked the dead man on the ground, sighed, still a little regretful.
Of course, when the chasing soldiers chased them, the two figures had already disappeared wildly.
That night, Wei Zhuwen did not come over. He didn't know about this until the next morning.
The whole thing is furious, extremely fucking...