The sound of the bell in the back mountain rang loudly, oscillating in the sleeping mountains, and spread to the calm town below the mountain. A large group of birds roared past, and the forty-eight villages in the mountains were brightly lit within three quarters. , like a waking dragon.
On the Ximo River, countless shadow-like men in black were crawling to the shore. The sentry on the shore was condescending, and should have taken full advantage. Although the leading general sentry was wondering why the lead machine stopped, he was still able to organize the resistance in an orderly manner. Two groups of people were dispatched to notify the elders who were left behind.
At this moment, a disciple came and reported loudly: "General Sentinel, our reinforcements have arrived. It's Ming Feng. He must have heard about the abnormality of the lead machine."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ghostly assassins had already arrived at the shore.
Forty-eight Villages forcibly opened such an isolated island between the north and the south. They have been side by side for decades, and there is no armor behind them. When the assassins arrived, none of the disciples from the general post to the defense were prepared, and the Ximo River was solid. The line of defense was instantly drowned in unpredictable shock.
There was chaos along the Ximo River, and the Elder Hall was immediately in chaos.
Is it a foreign enemy now, or is it an internal ghost
It was unclear for a while when the message was passed, but at this moment, who the foreign enemy is is not so 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 by Xiao Qiang, who can guarantee that these disorganized news and the messenger are telling the truth
When Zhou Fei and the others arrived, there was a quarrel in the elders hall, and everyone was busy testifying to themselves. At such a very sensitive point, it seemed like a superfluous look made people feel that others were doubting them, and the worst was The thing is, because of Li Jinrong's absence, the left-behind elders can check and balance each other when they are fine, but now something happens, but no one obeys the other.
The solid forty-eight villages are like a stone cracked in the middle. No matter how hard it turns out, the cracks will come unstoppable.
Zhou Fei took a deep breath, then looked up at Chunshan, and sent the long knife handle forward, directly stabbed the door latch made of damp and rotten wood in the Elder Hall.
Then she leaned Wangchun Mountain on her shoulders, folded her arms in front of her chest, and swept her heavy eyes across the suddenly silent presbytery. All the elders liked children like Mrs. Wang, and many people in the elders hall had nothing to do with Zhou Fei when they were disciples. Zhou Fei turned out to have a bit of a meaning of "doesn't hear things outside the window." After meeting, she could barely call her uncle and uncle clearly. As for what kind of school, what kind of temperament, and what kind of temperament, I asked at first glance. She really can't remember.
Fortunately, there was a Shunfeng Er "Li Dazhuang" by his side.
Taking advantage of Zhou Fei and the shocked elders staring at each other, Li Yan quickly leaned into her ear and pointed at Jiang Shan, "You must know Uncle Zhang who jumped on the table and scolded the street and jumped feet. Not much to say."
The person she is talking about is Zhang Bolin, the head of Qianzhong. Because Qianzhong's kung fu is quite rampant, he is nicknamed "Wild Dog School". Zhang Bolin's nickname is also called Zhang Evil Dog. Curse the street, shut up and do something—but because of the wild dog faction's "smashing bricks and breaking rocks" effort, thousands of miles are full of shirtless and barking young men, and the yin and yang are not in harmony all the year round. Girls are rare objects, so I usually treat Zhou Fei Li to Zhou Fei Li. Yan and their girls, Zhang Bolin's attitude will be much gentler, often as kind and polite as the upper body of a ghost.
"The one sitting in the middle with a pale face is Uncle Zhao Qiusheng, the head of 'Chiyan'. He is a nasty old-fashioned old man. Once he heard you talk back to his aunt, he told others that if you were his girl, go out and fight. If you die and be reborn again, you have to get rid of this stinky problem that dares to yell at Laozi."
What time is it, and I still complain!
Zhou Fei rolled her eyes at her secretly, indicating that Li Yan was short and did not need to be so "professional".
Li Yan rolled her eyes and said, "The one on the far right was born in 'Wind Thunder Gun', Lin Hao... Even if we are senior brothers, I guess you are not familiar with them. The boss just handed over the general defense of our family to him a while ago. He was the first in our generation to become an elder."
Lin Hao is about twenty-seven or eighty-eight. Naturally, he is not a child, but compared with the heads and elders of these bearded elders of various factions, the young people of this generation seem to have "no hair on their lips and can't do things well". It happened that Xi Mojiang had an accident at this time, and he, an elder who was in charge of defense, was the first to escape accountability.
This meeting was designated as anxious and embarrassing. Being pressed by Zhang Bolin and Zhao Qiusheng, Lin Hao could still see a hint of anger between his brows.
Zhou Fei felt that she could hear her heart beating wildly in her ears. At first it was almost loud, but as she stood at the door and slowly glanced at the people in the elder hall, Zhou Fei began to secretly say to herself: " I do what I have to do, and what my mother can do, so can I."
Li Jinrong said to her: "The present of the gravel is the past of the mountains, and your present is our past."
Zhou Fei revisited this sentence three times in her heart, her heartbeat miraculously slowed down, the cold sweat on her palm quickly subsided, and her chaotic brain cooled down. Orderly clarity.
Li Yan pointed out to her who was who, like a cradling, and the rest was up to her.
Zhou Fei lowered her eyes slightly, held Wang Chunshan in her hands, and stepped into the elder hall. She clasped her fists at the three dumbfounded people in front of her and said, "Senior Zhang, Master Zhao, and Senior Brother Lin."
"Zhou Fei?" Zhao Qiusheng usually frowns when she is watching the house, and this is no exception. He glanced at Ma Jili and the others behind him, and immediately regarded Zhou Fei and Li Yan as a little brat who added to the chaos.
Zhao Qiusheng passed over Zhou Fei and directly asked Ma Jili: "Brother Ma, what's going on? Didn't you take Li Yan's child to Jinling? Why didn't you send one away, but brought back another? stranger?"
Ma Jili was about to answer, but saw Xie Yun made a gesture of silence at him.
If Ma Jili said this first sentence on behalf of Zhou Fei, then her image of "little cumbersome, little follower" in the eyes of these old men would be considered solid.
Maggie choked hesitantly.
However, Zhou Fei walked into the Elder Hall without raising her eyelids, and said, "There is a reason for this, and it's hard to explain in words, Master Zhao, Mingfeng rebelled, and now the outermost post in the village has been unpredictable, Xi Mojiang has already fried the pot, you are now Do you want me to explain to you why Li Yan is not in Jinling?"
What she said was rude, but her tone and attitude were too straightforward and natural, and there was no intention of the younger generation to provoke and rebel against the elders, which made Zhao Qiusheng stunned for a moment: "... No, wait, you just said that the entry and exit are the most difficult. The outposts are... how do you know it's the Mingfeng Rebellion?"
Wouldn't the forty-eight villages be leaking from all directions
Zhou Fei raised her head and glanced at him, her finger lightly rubbed the handle of Wang Chunshan's knife.
At this time, everyone saw her hand. There was a thin layer of calluses on the inside of the snow-white thumb, and the fingertips were still stained with fresh blood.
Zhou Fei tilted her head expressionlessly: "Because the killers are always killed, I have seen them with my own eyes, and killed them with my own hands—Senior Brother Lin, should you sort out the second batch of patrolling posts and replace the vacant posts immediately? Have you sent reinforcements to the Ximo River in batches? It is likely that the lead machine has been shut down, and it will not take long for foreign enemies to climb up from both sides of the Ximo River?"
Zhao Qiusheng looked at Zhou Fei, as if he saw a little cub with teeth and teeth put on an adult's clothes, dragging his long tail around and arrogantly.
Just before he could say "what's the matter", Lin Hao, who had been silent, suddenly walked outside and blew a long, sharp whistle. A few of his subordinates landed in the elder's hall in a blink of an eye. Cut off Zhao Qiusheng's nonsense.
Lin Hao can be the elder of the general defense, of course he is not lacking in heart. He doesn't need guidance from others on what to do when he encounters a problem - as long as these old men who rely on the old and sell the old can let him go and do things, instead of having to shoot at this juncture. Let him give an explanation to the table.
Lin Hao naturally didn't intend to follow Zhou Fei's command, but she came so coincidentally that a few words just solved his embarrassment and predicament.
It doesn't matter if it's true or not, anyway, she explained who the rebels were by name in a few words, which is equivalent to pushing away most of the black pot on his head. Lin Hao got off the donkey and passed Zhao Qiusheng and Zhang Bolin who were blowing beards and staring. After giving three orders, adding guards, and organizing people to wash the Mojiang River, he said to Zhou Fei, "If it's too late, it depends on how skilled you are."
Zhou Fei pushed Wangchun Mountain slightly away, then closed it with a "chuck", and said word by word, "Okay, if it's too late, let them leave their lives here."
This is the first principle that Xie Yun taught her on the way here—the elders in this village watched her grow up, and they pretended to be mysterious and increased the sense of mystery just like they did with Yang Jin. It is reliable, so you must ask less, speak less, explain less, and use the same strength when speaking. "Only when you believe in your own words can you try to impress others."
Zhou Fei glanced at Xie Yun either intentionally or unintentionally, just in line with his gaze, Xie Yun gave her a slight nod.
"After taking the attitude at the beginning, don't just push it step by step, you have to be relaxed. After all, you are a junior, and you are here to solve the problem, not to make a scene."
Zhou Fei squeezed her fingers on the handle of the knife a few times, and eased her expression. She lowered her eyebrows and said apologetically, "My niece was just disrespectful, but she was ambushed by her own people as soon as she entered the door. ."
Zhang Bolin opened his mouth, raised his eyebrows and lay back. Finally, he didn't say anything to rebuke, but just waved his hand helplessly.
Zhou Fei glanced at Zhao Qiusheng, bent over and did not move.
Her hair was a little messy, and the long hair on one side of the temple was obviously cut by a sharp weapon. The position was very dangerous. One point up was her face, and one point down was her throat. Maybe she was hit in the head when she was unsuspecting. Zhao Qiusheng felt that Zhou Fei was not likable at all on weekdays, and when he met "Uncle Master", who was always hard on the face, he had nothing to say. At this time, seeing her in a respectful and polite embarrassment, suddenly there was something strange. It feels as if the annoying little girl is sensible.
Zhao Qiusheng finally snorted: "That's it."
After he finished speaking, he passed over Lin Hao and directly instructed in the attitude of a great elder: "Go wash Mojiang, I want to see, what kind of monsters and ghosts are those who eat inside and outside colluding with each other!"
Lin Hao was young, so naturally he couldn't say anything about it, but Zhang Bolin didn't take Zhao Qiusheng's tricks. Hearing that this person was acting like a gourd, he became a gourd on the spot and sighed heavily.
Zhou Fei swayed the rudder with the wind. Although she didn't say a word, she didn't rush to keep up with Zhao Qiusheng. Instead, she turned her questioning eyes towards Zhang Bolin.
This is the third sentence Xie Yun taught her - when you arrive at the elders hall, if all of them perform their duties and unite, then you don't have to say anything. You, but since your mother has left the council of the presbytery instead of entrusting it to a specific person, she must have the intention of letting them check and balance each other. When you open the door of the presbytery, it is best to see them blushing. Only then can 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 his heart had an outlet. He stared at Zhao Qiusheng's back and said, "I'll make you proud, but everyone else is watching. It's like a mirror in their hearts, and they know who they can trust."
So Zhang Eidog nodded at Zhou Fei with a bit of reserved pride, and expressed his opinion: "Go wash the Mojiang River."
The Elder Hall briefly unified their opinions, and Lin Hao breathed a sigh of relief. The spare sentries in the forty-eight villages immediately took their places, and the men and horses of various sects gathered to wash the Mojiang River - Torch Night, like a long dragon.
Zhou Fei swept her gaze and saw that there was suddenly a small gap between the major sects that were mixed together in the past, regardless of each other. They actually formed teams according to the sect. .
She didn't want to be so sensitive, but she still noticed it, and her expression darkened.
Xie Yun, who had been silent next to her, suddenly grabbed her hand, Xie Yun's palm was cold, and Zhou Fei was slightly stunned.
I saw him facing forward, as if he was not looking at her at all. His fingers, which were as warm as the palms, gently pressed Zhou Fei's slightly slack hands on Wangchun Mountain's long handle.
It's not over yet-
Zhou Fei knew what he meant, and it wasn't over yet, and if there was no time to speak, she would use a snowbreaker to say it.
At this moment, the sound of guns and knives rang out, and a group of reinforcements who had opened the way had already started their hands with the foreign enemy. Zhou Fei saw the familiar black-clothed man in the distance, and her heart sank slightly - it was Beidou.