The east wind is blowing, the war drums are beating, and the heroes of the eighteen tribes of Nanrong are going to fight.
The Nan Rong and Bei Rong, who have long been subject to the rule of the Wuji Kingdom and believed in the God of Geri with the head of a bird and the body of a bird, this time, the tiger's beard, who was touched somewhere, joined hands in the rebellion after 12 years of stability, and the sturdy two Rong Brawny men poured out of the valleys and villages like a tide, quickly occupied the neighboring Pingcheng and Huangxian counties, and threatened to attack Zhongzhou. The main battalion of Jingcheng was entrenched in Suishui, which was thirty miles away from Jingcheng. The two armies echoed each other and surrounded Pingcheng and Huangxian with horns.
However, Meng Fuyao and Zong Yue left the army and went to Yaocheng, which is the closest to Pingcheng, because it is said that in the wild mountains and forests bordering the Rong tribe on the outskirts of Yaocheng, there are various herbal and exotic animals with the largest number and rarest species in the five continents. As a doctor, he naturally wouldn't miss it, and Meng Fuyao also counted on him to develop an antidote for him because of his sudden burst of character.
Yaocheng is the city closest to the Rong people, and the Rong and Han people live together in the city. The imperial court has always set up a principal and a deputy in Yaocheng to show appeasement. In the roster of officials, they are called county magistrates, but they are commonly called city lords according to the local customs of the Rong people. The county is in charge of storage, prisons and documents. It is a Han Chinese from Zhongzhou. It seems that the Rong people are the highest administrators and are extremely powerful. Baiting Village, which is twenty miles away, is not affiliated with the officials of Yao City. The court of Wuji Kingdom has used both grace and power to deal with the sturdy and unruly Rong tribe, and has used all their thoughts.
Before coming here, Meng Fuyao had already sketched out an image of Yaocheng from the local guide who was in charge of guiding the Zong genius doctor to Yaocheng—beautiful, peaceful, where soldiers and Han live together in harmony, and where large and colorful flowers bloom everywhere.
However, when he walked into Yaocheng, Meng Fuyao gasped suddenly.
The streets and alleys are dilapidated, everywhere you can see scorched houses that have been burned by fireworks, there are crushed flowers lying low in the soil everywhere, there are still half-chested Rong people in winter, wearing colorful trousers, with bright curves. The knives were swaggered at the back of their waists, swaying with the rampant steps, they squinted and looked around, their eyes were full of murderous intent, as if a stone blocking the way would be chopped into pieces immediately.
On the other hand, most of the local Chinese were cowering, their eyes dodged, and they even avoided these Rong people who wanted to make trouble at first sight.
The air is full of violence, murderousness, provocation, and restless tension like a gunpowder keg waiting to burst, so that everyone who enters it unconsciously smells the breath of danger.
As soon as Meng Fuyao's "heterogeneous" entered the city, they immediately felt hostile eyes from all directions. Even all the inns and restaurants were closed to Han people from other places. They wanted to find a family to live in, but they didn't want to find a few families, but no one dared to lend them. It was very late that an old family took them in.
I ate a simple but clean meal at the old man's house that night. The old man's son was very dull, and his wife was about to give birth with a big belly. Under a small oil lamp, the old man kept serving food for the two of them, smiling like a chrysanthemum. , nothing good, eat, eat."
Meng Fuyao sat in front of the small table full of cracks and black mud, holding a bowl in a daze, seventeen years, seventeen years, she hadn't sat at the table with anyone, enjoying a family-like dinner, she didn't enjoy Through the dim but warm lights of this hut, no one has served her food, and no one has accompanied her to eat even a simple meal in a room similar to home.
The dead old Taoist priest only forced her to practice, practice and then practice. As his apprentice for ten years, every meal was practiced and gnawed a few mouthfuls. Some memories of the warm home that belonged to the previous life have long been as far away as the faint clouds in the sky , the wind blows and there is no trace.
For a moment, she was in a trance, as if seeing that pair of old hands holding vegetables turned into a pair of thin, blue veined hands of a sick patient—hands belonging to her mother. However, the illusion disappeared in an instant, and she was still sitting under the lamp in a certain room in a small town in a strange, different world, watching the reunion belonging to someone else's house.
Meng Fuyao sat there, staring at the bowl full of vegetables, suddenly wanted to cry.
She immediately lowered her head to pick up the rice, when a drop of tear suddenly fell on the vegetable, Meng Fuyao picked it up without hesitation, ready to swallow the taste of her own tear.
But a pair of chopsticks suddenly appeared out of nowhere, picking up the chopsticks and vegetables.
Mrs. Zong, who was dressed in white like snow, used to use his own bowls and chopsticks to pick up a few pieces of vegetables and stood by the window to eat symbolically, but somehow he came over suddenly, as if he didn't dislike the green vegetables that had touched her chopsticks. Slowly picked up the vegetables and said, "There are bugs."
Meng Fuyao was speechless, and then saw that his face was full of black lines, and he picked up a chopstick of food in an unaccustomed posture, and put it into her bowl.
"You are too fat, you will lose weight easily after eating this."
Meng Fuyao stared at the wild vegetables with chopsticks, showing a strange expression, and burst out laughing after a while.
"Can you stop being so vicious? Even good intentions can tell you bad."
There was still a little tear in her eyes, which were swaying, and the black pearl-like pupils were a little more crystal-clear and moist, reflecting the lights in this room, and the frost outside.
Zong Yue's chopsticks froze in mid-air, and then he looked away to look at the moonlight outside the window.
His eyes were slightly turbulent, and his silhouette looked a little lonely at this moment, like a bamboo polished by the autumn wind, firm and bleak.
Meng Fuyao looked at this mysterious and young medical sage of the generation, a little lost in thought, thinking that although he enjoys the courtesy and honor of all countries because of his important status, he is still lonely in his heart.
Because of loneliness, so understand her loneliness.
Meng Fuyao pursed his lips, put a chopstick of chives into his bowl, and mischievously mixed the vegetables into his rice with all his might, and said with a malicious smile, "This is good, aphrodisiac."
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People who are as thick as black are invincible.
The more vicious-tongued male sect encountered the shameless Meng Fuyao, he had no choice but to bow down, pretending he hadn't heard anything, eating with his head down, and didn't even care about the cleanliness of his job.
Meng Fuyao only cared about eating by himself, and didn't notice Zong Yue who was buried in his meal, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
After staying for a few days, Meng Fuyao has become acquainted with this family, and also fell in love with this kind of peaceful life where he takes a knife and Zong Yue to go out to collect medicine during the day and come back to eat at night to experience the family atmosphere. Had a good time.
However, Meng Fuyao's life was not very good, and he could not enjoy the peaceful and peaceful days for too long. One day when he was going out, he passed a street and heard a commotion. When he looked around, he saw that several houses had hung colored cloths on their doors at some time. Residents were packing their bags and closing their doors, as if they were about to flee.
Meng Fuyao looked at it in astonishment, and said, "What's wrong? It's colorful and colorful like a colony." He pointed to the colorful cloth hanging on the house and said, "What is this? Ten thousand national flags?"
"Brother, don't be joking," a passer-by whispered, "This is a sign that the Rong people are seeking revenge. If there is a family that has feuds and needs to settle it, hang up this cloth and warn people who have nothing to do with it not to visit again. This family, so as not to accidentally hurt."
"So arrogant?" Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes, "Didn't it mean that the Rong people and the Han people have lived in harmony these years? Why are there so many colorful cloths seeking revenge?"
"The so-called harmonious coexistence depends on the circumstances," Yao Xun suddenly said, "The Rong people are naturally aggressive and proud. They pursue freedom and hegemony all their lives. If they encounter someone stronger than them, they will submit to them." They will not be loyal forever, as long as they have the opportunity, they will rebel and fight. In the history of the Wuji Kingdom, this nation has rebelled 13 times, and was almost wiped out seven times. Like the Southern Qiang tribe assigned to Shangyuan Kingdom, they are called by the people of Wuji Kingdom: mobile chariots."
Pointing to the colored cloth, he said, "Rong and Han have lived together for many years, and it seems that they live in harmony, but for a nation like the Rong who is so proud that it is almost perverted, a little thing may become a reason for bloody fighting. The big clans have an innate sense of superiority, and sometimes it is inevitable that there are inappropriate words and deeds. These Rong people remember it, but they take it to heart because of the imperial government's control. Now that it is the turn of the eighteen tribes to jointly rebel, they think that the time for revenge has come gone."
Meng Fu shook his head and scolded, "What is pride and unruliness? It's just bullying the weak and fearing the strong." He didn't care, and continued to go up the mountain with Zong Yue, and went down the mountain in the evening. There was still some distance from the old man's house, and Zong Yue who was walking in front suddenly stopped.
In the distance, there was the sound of crying from the old man's house, sharp and shrill, followed by the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, the muffled sound of human bodies bumping into tables and chairs, the sound of wild laughter and scolding, the sound of women screaming and children crying, The noise was so loud that the neighbors on all sides listened attentively, showing expressions of sympathy and anger, but after the anger passed, they all hastily closed their doors tightly.
The Rong people all over the street were laughing wildly, someone grabbed a wine jug from a wine shop, gulped it down, and smashed the jug on the roof of that house after drinking half of it, laughing, "Burn! Burn! "
More people seemed to be awakened by the sound, and gathered around with their sleeves stroked, dancing and shouting in excitement.
"Burn! Burn!"
Standing in the middle of the street, Meng Fuyao's pupils shrank, she saw a colorful cloth on the door of the old man's house.
The old man's family is so honest, will they offend the Rong people? Meng Fuyao grabbed a neighbor who was quietly pouring water on the street, and asked, "What's going on?"
"The bastard in his family was bumped into by a Rong man in the market three years ago, and he called him 'bad goods'! Now it's all right, he's here for revenge." After the neighbor sneakily finished speaking, he quickly broke free She ran away, leaving behind Meng Fuyao to curse, "Damn, is this also the reason for the Shao family to take revenge?"
"It seems that the Rong people in this city can't hold back and want to make trouble." Zong Yue came over and stood beside her and said, "Your injury is not fully healed yet, so don't interfere. If his house is burned, let's help with some money." Find another place to live, the soldiers in this city are very powerful, and they are worried that there is no reason to provoke and make trouble, so don't make trouble."
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and barely restrained her urge to strike. Historically, racial disputes and far-reaching disasters have been difficult problems that have been difficult to solve in all dynasties. She is familiar with history, how could she not know, compared to In the general situation of the war, it is true that personal ego can't be played at times. It doesn't matter if you save people on the spur of the moment, but if you anger the whole city and make things worse, I'm afraid that more people will die.
Clenching the hand of the knife tightly, she took a step back, the child couldn't help looking back, the line of his lips was tightly drawn, and there was a kind of frenzied excitement in his eyes, Meng Fuyao looked down into her eyes, frowned, and said, " Knife?"
Xiaodao turned her head, her eyes were brightly bright, and she said clearly, "It's time to kill."
Meng Fuyao was startled, stopped in his tracks, and asked in disbelief, "Who should be killed?"
Xiaodao pointed at the old man's house, "Kill them all."
She spoke every word very clearly, and there was a sense of murderous intent that didn't belong to her age. It sounded like steel nails being slowly driven into a black coffin, bloody and hard.
Yao Xun said with a hiss, "What kind of doll is this..."
Zong Yue suddenly glanced at the knife lightly, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and then said, "Really?"
A cold smile floated on his lips, and he slowly reached out to pat Xiaodao's shoulder.
The child looked at him inexplicably, seeing that his temperament was clean and bright, his expression was calm and gentle, and he stretched out his hand.
That slender and clean hand was suddenly caught by another pair of hands that reached out quickly. Meng Fuyao raised his hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked directly at Zong Yue.
"It's just a mistake, and the crime doesn't lead to death."
"Words are the voice of the heart," Zong Yue refused to budge, "This child is too dangerous."
His words were simple, but there was clearly something in his eyes. Meng Fuyao raised his eyes, only to feel his heart tighten suddenly, and she clearly read the words "It's too dangerous to stay by your side" in those eyes.
This man with a poisonous tongue actually still cared so much, Meng Fuyao was moved for a second, but he didn't give up his hand at all, just looked up at him stubbornly.
The snow-white sleeves sank little by little, Meng Fuyao's hands stopped in the air, sweat broke out slightly on his forehead, but he didn't move, and said word by word, "At least she has no strength to restrain the chicken now, she still child, I can't do it."
"You just need to let me do it." Zong Yue looked at her with a look of coldness and warmth, "You are strong, intelligent, decisive, and your only flaw is that you are too kind, just like that time, if you didn't look down on that Qiao Ling was trapped in the Guo Mansion because of you, why did you have to take the risk to rescue him even though you knew there was a fraud? In this Wuzhou Continent where the weak prey on the strong, how can you survive with such a soft heart?"
Meng Fuyao was silent, and said for a while, "If you don't do something, you must do something, but for this reason, even if you die, you will have no regrets."
The long street was silent, the girl stood up straight, the long wind passed through her hair, spreading the sound of the clank of the words farther, those firm words that belonged to blood, persistence and faith, were like sharp cones again and again , breaking through the barriers of secular cold, through the bright sky.
Zong Yue's snow-white sleeves seemed to tremble slightly. He stared at Meng Fuyao in rapt attention, his eyes were like glazed brilliance, smiled for a while, withdrew his hand, and said, "I hope that one day you will not regret it."
Meng Fuyao put down his hands, brushed his temples, looked back at the knife who had been silently watching their confrontation, and said with a smile, "I believe in the inherent goodness of human nature, and I believe that even if the inherently good human nature has gone astray due to the fiddle of fate, there will be a chance in the end." Being led back to the light, if we never give them a chance and only use killing as the only way to solve the problem, then we will be the ones who become demons in the end."
She boldly stretched out her hand to pat Zong Yue, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't want to kill anyone. I won't let anyone who should be killed."
"None of them will be spared!"
As if echoing her words, there was a sudden loud noise behind her, and a group of men shouted violently, accompanied by the woman's shrill cry.
"Don't touch my child!"
With a bang, a door panel flew past behind him, and landed heavily in the middle of the street, stirring up dust all over the sky, and almost hit the knife. Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand and dragged her to a safe place. When he turned around, he saw half of the door leaf hanging crookedly in the door opening. Like a black hole with missing teeth, a bloody old man's wife climbed out of the door opening, moving her body with difficulty, trying to climb over the threshold again and again, but fell down because of lack of strength, followed by a group of spectators. The Rong people folded their arms and watched coldly.
A Rong man with a height of two feet, pursed his lips tightly, and held the machete upside down. The machete still dripped blood, and snake-like blood lines snaked out on the ground. He followed the woman writhing on the ground step by step. With each step, the scimitar in his hand lightly picks up, and the woman's clothes are ripped apart with a chirp sound.
Fragments of clothes fluttered like butterflies. As the woman struggled forward, more and more clothes were broken on her body, and more and more skin was exposed. The bright contrast between the skirt of the shirt and the blood, the original pulsation, ignited the wild eyes of those beastly men like a torch.
The abdomen of the old man’s wife is swollen high, and the child is about to be full-term. She desperately protects her belly and crawls on the ground with difficulty, fearing that she will hurt the child. move.
The Narong followed without haste, one step at a time, one cut at a time, one piece of broken clothes.
After a while, the woman's clothes were all torn, and the faint blue veins on the exposed belly due to the late pregnancy could be seen.
The Rong man suddenly laughed and said, "Hu Bendao, look, your wife and your little bastard are about to be picked by me who accidentally bumped into your daughter-in-law!"
The Rong man smiled contemptuously, and with a flash of the saber, he pointed at the woman's belly.
The neighbors on all sides turned their heads away with expressions of unbearable expression.
The old man and his son, who were held tightly by the rest of the Rong people, yelled heart-piercingly, "Huan'er!", the voice broke through the sky, echoing grief and indignation in the silent surroundings.
The wind of the knife slashed down, full of murderous aura without mercy, the thin belly was already overwhelmed, and it was about to split open under the blade, in exchange for a tragic ending of one corpse and two lives.
"Clang!"
The very small sound was very clear in the breath-holding silence, and then one person said clearly and sharply:
"Dignified men, bullying pregnant women in the street, is this the pride and nobility of your Rong people?"
She felt that she was going to die, and the woman who had already been heartbroken felt that the wind of the knife suddenly stopped, and then her face was itchy. When she opened her eyes, she saw that her hair was cut by the wind of the knife, and it was sweeping across her cheeks and slowly fell to the ground.
She raised her eyes, and saw a pair of white and strong fingers in front of her, pinching the tip of the knife that was only a hair's breadth away from her abdomen.
The whole street was silent, everyone was staring at the pair of fingers, the fingers pinched the tip of the Rong man's knife lightly, and the long knife made of fine steel could no longer sink any more, the Rong man forced the knife down He hacked, but the knife didn't move at all. He raised his eyes along his fingers in horror, and saw the opposite side, looking coldly at the thin young man in black clothes.
That was naturally Meng Fuyao.
What not to do, what to do, what to endure, what not to bear.
Some things, after all, have a limit. If she could allow this ferocious soldier to pierce the throbbing belly on this long street in full view, she would not be Meng Fuyao.
Facing the astonished and fierce eyes of the Rong people, Meng Fuyao suddenly took a deep breath and cursed, "Get out of here!"
With a click, she viciously pinched the tip of the Rong Ren's knife, and threw the shattered knife tip backhandedly, a scream erupted, and a Rong Ren who was sneaking up to her with a knife in his hand immediately fell upside down with a scream Go out, with a broken knife sticking out of the back of his hand.
"God Geri! Where did you come from, a bastard looking for death!" The Gao Dayong who had his sword snatched roared, and rushed forward with his bare hands. The fist was violent, and he was actually a practitioner.
It's a pity that meeting Meng Fuyao, a bunch of Lianjiazi like this is useless.
Meng Fuyao sneered, and took a step with his hands behind his back.
only one step.
This step happened to step on the handle of the half-cut knife that fell on the ground. The handle was raised, and the knife flew out spinning, just meeting the big fist of the Rong man. As soon as he moved, the direction of the knife was also changed, and a rolling slap hit his nose.
With a splash, the Rong's nose bleeds profusely, his forehead was bruised, and he stepped back in various colors.
Zong Yue has been standing silently by the side, seeing Meng Fuyao clearing away people without moving his hands, a glint of admiration flashed in his eyes, Meng Fuyao not only learned extraordinary skills, but also has a very high level of comprehension. One day, the pinnacle of martial arts in the Wuzhou Continent will be hers.
After repelling the soldiers, Meng Fuyao turned around to help the old man's daughter-in-law, and took her pulse. Knowing that the fetus was safe, he nodded in relief, and said, "You can't live in your house. There are homeless people in every city in the Wuji Kingdom." It belongs to the Defender Hall of the suffering people, you go to the county captain to seek asylum."
The woman raised a face that was still in shock and full of tears, and choked up, "Thank you..."
The old man and his son rushed over rolling and crawling, helped up their daughter-in-law with tears all over their faces, and bowed to Meng Fuyao gratefully, secretly glad that they had kindly taken care of them for a while, and saved their lives at a critical moment.
Meng Fu waved his hands, turned to look at Zong Yue, and said, "You go first, I'll send them to the Humintang."
There was a strange expression in Zong Yue's eyes, but he didn't say anything, he just stood still, Meng Fuyao glanced at him, and was about to leave when suddenly he heard the wind behind him, Meng Fu shook his head without turning back, kicked back suddenly, The raised long legs drew a beautiful arc in the sun that surpassed the limit of flexibility of the human body, and kicked the attacker's chest with a bang.
"ah!"
The huge body of the visitor was kicked straight out by this seemingly light kick, landed heavily, and let out a shocking scream, twisted a few times on the ground, and did not move.
After a long while, scarlet blood flowed out from under him, gradually twisting and forming a pool, and the strong bloody smell rushed into everyone's noses immediately.
"Killed!"
With a cry of surprise, Meng Fuyao who had already walked away was fixed in place, and when she turned her head, she saw that Gao Dayong was already lying in a pool of blood. The knife was exactly the knife that was crushed by myself and inserted into the back of another person's hand, and then pulled out by that person and thrown on the ground. It looked like I just kicked that guy onto the broken knife and gave him Life.
wrong.
Meng Fuyao looked at the knife, her heart skipped a beat, she remembered that she had stabbed the knife into the back of the Rong man's hand, the man drew the knife and threw the knife on the ground casually, but now it stood upright, who moved the broken knife Location
She suddenly looked up, and saw a figure hastily squeezed into the crowd.
Meng Fuyao flew to chase after him, but more people rushed forward, and those Rong people who followed to seek revenge suddenly went crazy, brandishing their long knives and rushed over desperately, shouting, "Killer! He killed Han Mutie!" !"
"Get him! Get him!"
Countless erected long knives reflected the sunlight and splashed over like snow-colored springs. The springs were rushing, crazy and chaotic, trying to submerge the thin young man in the middle of the crowd.
The cry spread farther, passing through many houses and streets with great penetrating power.
The surrounding Han people also panicked, and those at home hurriedly shut the door tightly, warning each other, "Don't go out, something big will happen!"
The people on the street, those who were close to Meng Fuyao quickly jumped away and declared loudly, "I don't know him! I don't know him!"
Some even rolled up their sleeves while retreating, and yelled at the angry Rong people, "Brothers of the Rong family, this kid violated the dignity of God Geri and killed the brothers of the Rong family. Go and notify the county magistrate..."
The street was noisy, and the chaos suddenly turned into a pot of boiling porridge.
Meng Fuyao threw the Rong man's body back to the ground, and sneered, "The appearance of all living beings! The appearance of all living beings!"
Zong Yue stood behind her calmly and said, "Now is not the time for you to lament the appearance of all living beings. What is important for you is not to further aggravate the situation."
He said it lightly, but Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed when he heard it.
Don't escalate the situation, don't let the news of the Rong people's killing trigger riots in the city and cause more deaths, the only thing to do is to kill all the Rong people present!
The wind and thunder are looming, and fighting is about to start. Once the overwhelming majority of the Rong people in the city riot, what awaits the people of Yaocheng will be a catastrophe!
Thinking of such consequences, Meng Fuyao's eyes changed, and a layer of bloodshot eyes gradually appeared in her eyes, and she suddenly raised her head.
The Rong people rushing forward with their swords roared and ran forward, and when they saw the thin young man opposite, their eyes instantly became extremely terrifying. If it was a sharp knife that was unsheathed just now, now the knife is stained with blood. Killing a person has become a real lethal weapon!
Those eyes let them see determination...and death!
When the man at the head met such gazes, he felt his heart pounding for no reason, subconsciously let out a cry and backed up, he backed up suddenly, the people behind were still rushing forward, and suddenly bumped into each other, It caused a burst of dissatisfied curses.
Before he finished cursing, Meng Fuyao suddenly moved.
She lifted her robe, and suddenly rushed out like a cannonball.
The figure rushed too fast in mid-air, pulling out a long line like a black cannonball. Almost the moment the black figure was caught in the pupils of the crowd, Meng Fuyao had already rushed to the center of the Rong crowd, and drew his sword without saying a word.
"choke!"
The light of the saber shone like a white rainbow under the faint sunlight, and it reached the top of everyone's heads in a flash. The light of the saber covered the sun, and covered it like splashing water!
Stab, poke, pinch, chop!
Stand up, elbow out, kick, kick hard!
The time between the human body and the human body is as short as sparks, they are separated as soon as they are touched, and as soon as they are separated, a large canopy of blood flowers blooms. The blood flowers here have just bloomed, and the collision happened again there. Gorgeous blood flowers.
The figure of Meng Fuyao rushing into the crowd was like a black hurricane, passing through the fortress of long knives and muscles, and wherever she passed, blood rained from left and right. Simple as straw.
Meng Fuyao would not give himself time to hesitate when it was time to kill.
This was a silent massacre. Every time Meng Fuyao made a stab, he tapped the opponent's acupoints, so as not to spread the screams to the outside of the alley and attract more people. The corpse fell silently, this kind of silent death will only make people more horrified. After the thirteenth person had cut the straw, everyone stopped in their tracks. Staying in place, shaking his legs to help with his sleeves, his crotch was suspiciously wet, he slammed the door and moved his peeping eyes away from the crack of the door, his weak back was pressed against the door panel, and it was only after this paste that he found that his vest was full It's all cold sweat and cold.
Meng Fuyao has never killed so many people since her rebirth, and she has never killed like this, but she is relentless. As a traveler, she does not clearly distinguish the Han race, but she knows that the benevolence of a woman does not apply to In troubled times, killing to stop killing is sometimes the only way to turn the situation around. She is not afraid to shed a small amount of blood to prevent the powder keg-like Yao Cheng from being detonated by the fire stirred up by someone with a heart, to stop the chaos of the people in Yao City, and the blood flow. The end of the drifting pestle.
Seeing that there were still three Rong people who were finally about to escape, Meng Fu shook his leg and rolled over their heads like a dark cloud, landing in front of them, snatching the saber from the one in front, and throwing it with his backhand.
The knife nailed three fleeing Rong people in the same direction into the ground like a twist. The last one was knocked out of the knife by a huge force, staggered forward a few steps, and fell down beside a ditch on the street. Ditch stained red.
It's not just half a ditch, but the whole section of the street, blood has flowed into ditches, slowly flowing across the bluestone road, like countless giant snakes twisting and wriggling.
The streets were full of people like clay sculptures, frozen there not knowing how to move, Meng Fuyao stood alone in the pool of blood, raised his head, and sighed to the sky.
After sighing, she wiped her hands on her clothes, and sheathed the knife very lovingly. She usually used three types of weapons, the small dagger was hidden in the elbow or sleeve, which was convenient for sneak attack or self-defense, and the long whip was tied around the waist, used for escape or When she doesn't want to kill, the only enemy she has is this knife. She wears it behind her back. It is the second time in many years that she uses it to kill a large number of people.
The name of the sword is "Killing Heaven". When the dead old Taoist passed it on to her, he looked cautious and said that there was a great secret in the sword, but Meng Fuyao had never discovered what the secret was, but the sword was indeed a masterpiece, as sharp as The eyes of a first-class killer when facing the enemy.
She looked up at the sky, and she didn't know when the sun had faded, and there were layers of hazy clouds like fish scales.
Behind them, Yao Xun and Zong Yue's subordinates, who had been blocking the alley to divert the attention of passers-by, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped away the cold sweat that oozed out from this shocking killing, and looked at Meng Fuyao differently, the old man The family has long been paralyzed on the ground speechless.
Only Zong Yue, who has been standing at the most important back position of Meng Fuyao even though he didn't interfere, was as calm as before, and even smiled slightly, saying, "It's time for me to come in handy."
He stepped forward, took out a small bottle, and sprinkled it on each corpse. The wounds immediately expanded ferociously, making the sound of burning flesh, the flesh and blood gradually melted, the bones gradually softened, and finally turned into a pool of fine bone chips. When the wind blows, it will be scattered between the sky and the earth.
All traces and existence of a person in this world are eliminated in a snap of the fingers.
The old man rushed over, hurriedly tugging Zongyue and Meng Fuyao, "Hurry up, hurry up, Rong people often wander outside, a group of people are coming!"
Meng Fuyao helped the old man's wife up, and said, "These people are missing, their companions must have come to your house, you hurry up and leave with me."
She left in a hurry, Zong Yue wanted to keep it, and left after seeing all the corpses melted away, suddenly his eyebrows frowned, his face turned pale, he reached out to caress his heart, and the subordinates who waited on him quickly came up, hugged him and left .
When the perpetrators of this killing all left, the people in the alley woke up from the shock as if they had just woken up from a dream. They looked at each other with pale faces, and they all saw deep fear in each other's eyes. Open, everyone wiped the blood spattered on their bodies, walked away silently, went home, fastened the latch firmly, and put the door on top with a capstone.
Although they had the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages before their lives were threatened, they would consciously defend the situation created by Meng Fuyao at this time, and they were all prepared to remain silent, burying what happened this afternoon forever in their hearts until The crisis is truly over.
Is the crisis really over
The dim setting sun descends, and the dim moon rises.
Tonight's moon seems to be covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to see clearly. Those streets, lanes, trees, and buildings are all hazy in a gray flowing fog.
In the ditch in the alley, the blood that had been floating in the water had faded away, and the surface of the water reflected a layer of light. There were dark brown weeds growing beside the ditch, and their shape was a bit weird.
The previous "corpse" lying in the ditch, which was pierced through by Meng Fuyao at the end, suddenly moved.