We were discussing, and suddenly heard noisy footsteps, we immediately dodged and hid in a vacant wing, and then we saw that seventeen or eight men came in, holding torch skins in their hands, as soon as they came in. Splashing the contents of the skin all over, before the ignition has already smelled a strong breath, Yang Guo whispered: "Fire oil, it seems that they are going to burn the village."
My heart suddenly became anxious: "It's broken, won't it be the destruction of the corpse?"
Sister Dongfang nodded: "If this is the case, we can't just stand by, because Rong'er burned to death and our identity in Xiangyang changed. Going to help became a funeral report. I guess Guo Jing can't give it to me!"
We nodded together, only Qiao Feng said, "That's not what I said. If that's the case, then we don't need to mention that even if Huang Rong is burned to death, we can go to Xiangyang without mentioning it," he shrugged: "Is there any rule that we must meet Huang Rong? No one knows anyway!"
Among our group, Yang Guo, Xiaolongnv, Dongfang Sister, and Azhu are both righteous and evil characters. Originally, there was not much boundary and feeling about right and wrong. Hearing the words, they felt reasonable and couldn't help but say together: "Then Rather, let’s do whatever it takes."
"It's just..." This sounded true, but I still felt something was wrong, and after a moment of indulgence, I suddenly reacted: "I'm pooh! Huang Rong, we are our own people, do you think it is appropriate to die?"
Qiao Feng slapped his head and said annoyed: "Ah, forget this!" He immediately asked: "What should we do, let's do it?"
"Well then, let's..."
I was about to agree to everyone's suggestion to start, and at this moment someone outside suddenly said: "The kerosene is almost poured, Brother Brother, shall we start the fire?"
The person called the third brother was more straightforward, and simply said: "Yell twice to see if all of us have come out. It is not worth it to take our own people in in order to hide."
The first person yelled a few times. Everywhere around began to clear people. He responded casually with a smile: "Yes, if only the group of people didn’t leave, it would be fine. You can't do it!"
The third brother said hesitantly: "Then don't even think about it. Didn't you see our princess's eyes? Where is she willing to burn someone... Cough cough, don't trash the calf, are there all the people?"
The first person has the final say: "It's all here."
"Well, light it up-let's go!"
The two didn’t know that we were hiding in the wing, so they didn’t have any precautions when they spoke. The conversation between the two was heard word by word. From these few words, we immediately drew a few conclusions:
First of all, Huang Rong is not in danger. Even if there is, she is forced to marry at best, which has nothing to do with the danger of her life;
Secondly, the owner here is a princess and GAY, so he would not hesitate to burn such a big Zhuangzi for the sake of Lily Huangrong;
Third, the princess must have taken advantage of Huang Rong. How could it be possible to burn the village to avoid disasters? This is incredible...
I’ve read Jin Yongju’s novel many times. I only remembered one time when I was about to talk about burning Zhuangzi. It was when Zhang Wuji hid in Zhu Changling Zhuangzi when he was young. Her daughter Zhu Jiuzhen hooked up with Wuji, and even went to burn the village to win his trust. In the end, because his daughter's actions fell short, Wuji also took this opportunity to learn the magic of the nine suns with the halo of pig's feet, and from then on turned into a serf to sing!
It's just... How can this place not be dealt with? It's not a mountain or a snowy field, and it's too far from the scene in the novel.
I can’t guess exactly what happened, but the only thing I’m grateful for is that I learned about Huang Rong’s news. Watching the group of grandsons who set the fire evacuated from the courtyard, the fire began to spread everywhere, and I took everyone decisively. He slipped out of the back door, found the carriage and followed it in the direction where everyone fled.
We chased this group of people not far away. When we got there, they had changed into ordinary clothes and hurried along with a huge package on their backs, as if something important was waiting in front of them. Increased our curiosity-after a simple discussion, everyone unanimously decided to stop and wait for a live trial when they rest.
After half a day in a hurry, they finally stayed in an inn in a small town. We followed all the way to avoid suspicion. We only found an inn on the opposite side. Yang Guo Xiaolongnu volunteered to go out and grab our tongues, and we called for food and drinks to the room while we waited. After a rough time, the two of them returned with expressions of expression, and said directly: "I have found out, your friend is okay, and has already left. They don't want to embarrass him, it is said that they are going to another one. Find something somewhere."
"Where to go?" I still didn't understand: "Cooperate with them American soldiers-the whole world finds faults and fights, is there nothing to do except to trick cats and dogs?"
"For them, this is the business!" Yang Guo smiled and said, "Do you know who the princess is?"
"Nonsense, I want to know and let you grab your tongue? I'm not a mother!"
"This woman is the daughter of Ruyang King Chahantemuer, a Mongolian nobleman," Yang Guo said: "The main task of their family is to attack and divide the martial arts people in the Central Plains and create opportunities for the Mongolian army to go south. The main reason for this is to make the martial arts people suspicion each other, and they can’t spare energy to help Xiangyang resist the Mongolian army!"
"Wow, the trick of doing the German Gestapo for a long time was learned from our ancestors in the Yuan Dynasty!" I tweeted a few times, and suddenly moved in my mind, coldly said: "What do you call that woman?"
"Minmin Temoor."
"This name sounds familiar..." I started to ponder, "I seem to have seen it there!"
Sister Dongfang interrupted: "Are you writing novels? I remember you usually read a lot of online articles. Do you have a favorite author called this-or is it a novel character, a female villain or something?"
"No, no one uses this name except for female frequency writers, and I don't look at Geng Mei..." I am even more worried: "But I feel familiar. This feeling is almost the same as when I want to pee when I sleep at night — I feel full when I lie down. My stomach is all urine, two drops when we come together, what's this called!"
Qiao Feng said in astonishment: "Aren't you frequent urination, what's the matter?"
Me: "... You are paralyzed!"
At this moment, the little dragon girl suddenly yelled and reminded: "By the way, I heard that this girl also has a Chinese name, called... What is it called..."
"What's your name?" Sister Dongfang Qiao Feng and I were nervous together: "Say it!"
"Forgot!" Xiaolongnv smiled apologetically, then turned to ask Yang Guo: "Do you remember?"
Yang Guorou said: "I remember the woman's name, but I don't remember anything else..."
Xiaolongnv smiled shyly, both of them concentrating attentively, with unspeakable tenderness in their eyes, just like the male and female pig's feet in Korean TV dramas like to do it the most—you look at me, I look at you, carefully identify every scab on each other’s face Occasion, freckles, flat warts, sometimes by the way, check whether the eyewax is wiped clean, whether the nose hair needs to be trimmed, whether the hair has grown too densely in women, or whether the men have mites, blackheads, earwax, and lanugo hairs are not cleaned...
I was bored by the side and asked: "Brother Yang, your mother's last name?"
Yang Guo, Little Dragon Girl: "..."
After a moment of embarrassment, Yang Guo suddenly slapped his head—I hurriedly stretched out my hand and said, "Don’t tell me, buddy, you don’t have to commit suicide even if you forget it. It’s so sad that XiaoHun’s palm should come out..."
"No, I'm thinking of something!" Yang Guo took back his hand and said solemnly: "I don't remember what this woman is called, but I know her brother, what is it called Wang Baobao?"
"Wang Baobao? I wiped it, I know who this woman is!" I suddenly realized: "This woman is called Zhang Min, no wonder I felt quite familiar when I was in Zhuangzi. This is what happened for a long time-uh, so Huang Rong Is it a man now, and Zhang Wuji?"
Everyone said in unison: "Who is Zhang Wuji?" Yang Guo Xiaolong's daughter Azhu was even more confused by the second monk, and said in amazement: "Why Huang Rong has become Zhang Wuji again? Who are you looking for?"
"Uh, Huang Rong is Zhang Wuji's pseudonym. We are pen pals, the kind we knew from the drifting bottle," I said nonsense about the reason and then immediately turned away, and went straight to the subject: "It's not too late, let's go now. Go, you must rush ahead!"
"where to?"
"Wudang Mountain!"
If I’m not mistaken, the plot has now reached the point where the Nine Martial Arts Group’s siege of Guangmingding failed. Zhang Wuji learned how to move the world, reorganized the Mingjiao, and brought a large group of people down the mountain, tossing with Zhang Min in Luliuzhuang and following them. Then I will go to Shaolin to clean up the mess, and then rush to Wudang to learn Taijiquan-we are humans, not machines. We can't do things about smelling cigarettes behind our buttocks. We can only find a way to cut a Hu in front. I really can't keep up with the matter of going to the capital.
After a day and night in a hurry, we finally arrived in Wudang. There were signs of fighting everywhere on the mountain road, and there were people guarding the road. When we were in trouble, Azhu took out the flour and watercolor for us to make it casually. All the Kungfu brothers turned into one of the arsonists, and they went all the way to the top of the mountain without any hindrance!
The hall of Wudang was already crowded with people, and the two sides confronted each other in chambers. When we squeezed into the crowd, we just heard a female voice at the front of the queue: "We are here to visit Wudang, just want to learn the true and false of Zhang Zhenren’s martial arts. If you want to destroy Mingjiao, don’t you know the road of Guangmingding? Why come to Wudang Mountain to compete? Is it only you Zhang Zhenren who can judge the winner? Well, I have three babysitters here, one of them has practiced. The swordsmen who slaughtered dogs and pigs in a few days, one would break boulders on the chest, and the other would sell Chinese traditional Chinese medicine-Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, come out, Zhang Zhenren only needs to send me three useless family members. Now, we admire Wudang Kungfu’s well-deserved reputation, otherwise, the rivers and lakes have their own arbitrariness, so I don’t need to say more!"
After talking, pat your hands!
Needless to say, it must be Zhang Min who is talking about it, and it is time for Zhang Wuji to appear next-if this is really Zhang Wuji, don't worry about it, he can learn kungfu and become famous, but it is Huang Rong...
What else are you talking about, I can only do it, buddy!
So, just as the people on Zhang Min's side were waiting for Zhang Zhenren to speak, we hail a group of people suddenly squeezed out of the crowd and rushed into the field-everyone was stunned, and no one was at all for a while. Understand what happened!
After a while, the talents on Zhang Min's side clamored: "Sun Sanrui, what are you doing!"
Wudang also stared at us vigilantly and fully guarded. I didn't realize the embarrassment of our position until this moment. With this, Zhang Min and others would no longer give us a good face, and Wudang would not trust us either. We, Mingjiao, didn’t treat me as our own.
When I was in a hurry, I was born with wisdom, and one sentence expressed our position:
"We are revolutionary!" (End of this chapter)