In the trance for a moment, countless noisy sounds are still buzzing in the ears, and the picture in the dark will turn into a sea of blood, and the waves on the sea of blood will rise and fall one after another.
The waves turned into the crowd, and in the frantic fight, Wanyan Xiyin shouted "Ah-", and then, blood columns and human heads flew up.
On the other side of the field of vision, the figure rushed up from the crowd. It was the figure of his wife. Her temperament had always been resolute and resolute. She touched the head in mid-air and hurled it towards him.
At that moment, he seemed to be able to see the resolute look in his wife's eyes, and even the deepest trace of attachment in the bottom of his eyes, he could also see it, and then his wife fell down and rushed to those Jurchen generals, and was finally drowned in the crowd and blood. inside…
The man didn't cry easily, he was already fifty years old, and only at that moment, he felt the taste of tears.
The night forest was startled, and Fu Lu woke up from the tree. The injury on his body had become numb, and his spirit began to become tired and dazed. He reached out and touched the head in the bag on his chest, gritted his teeth, jumped off the branch, and ran hard towards the farther.
At the rear, the Jurchen cavalry is still chasing after...
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Corpses stink in the air, dragon tattoos, wriggling in the ruins.
On the body, countless scars shattered those tattoos whose shapes were originally visible.
He squirmed to a slightly higher place, and turned over with difficulty. What descended from the sky was a soapy white moonlight.
He was unable to imagine why he was still alive. But at this moment, around his body, when tens of thousands of corpses in this ruined city began to stink, he looked at the sky, and for the first time felt that the moonlight was so beautiful.
Soon after, the sky began to rain, and little raindrops entered his parched lips.
In the dark, someone staggered to his feet...
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The setting sun is about to set with the moisture of rain. Sprinkle the last light in the sky. Zhu Biao saw the note that Ning Yi was looking at. Stand for a while.
"Senior Zhou, I'm afraid he doesn't want to be pushed to some place like an altar..." he said.
"He won't mind." Ning Yi lowered his head and replied simply.
The wind blowing from this field makes it even colder in autumn.
Think back. His contact with Zhou Tong. But only twice. And every time they meet, it seems to be a little unhappy.
The first time was in Shandong when he was asked by the Taiwei's mansion to come and kill himself, although he didn't do it in the end. But the three-fist agreement with Hong Ti also caused Hong Ti to be injured and vomit blood. In addition, he later meddled with Hongti about his teacher and apprenticeship, implying that Hongti had better leave him, which made Ning Yi dislike this serious old man.
The second time we met was at the beginning of last year, when Taoting County was arresting those martial artists, Zhou Tong suddenly appeared. At first glance, it seemed that he was begging for the gang of martial arts people, but he later learned that he ran thousands of miles overnight to Taoting in order to prevent the gang of martial arts people from attacking himself. Even so, Ning Yi still didn't like this old man.
After all, they are both people with extremely hard outlook on life, each has a self-consistent and mature way of doing things, and each is the top person in his own field. After being able to see through each other's actions, it is difficult to cover up those disagreements. But even so, Ning Yi still admired the old man doing those things in his field with integrity.
The war has just begun, and all the news is piled up, and it is shoved to everyone. That old man has always been alive and well, and he looks like no one in the world can match. Even if a master like Lin Zongwu wants to find him one-on-one all day long, it really reminds me of it, but he just smiled and smiled at this man. The old man, no one really thought that something would happen to him, but he didn't expect that the war had just started, and he died in such a thing.
But turning around and thinking about it, this kind of destination seems to be the most suitable for the old man. Although success or failure may lead to death, how could that old man fall behind in the assassination of the aggressor's coach? Why would there be any hesitation
Thinking about it this way, it makes sense...
In any case, the news of the old man's death always makes people feel a little empty in their hearts.
"I killed eight generals, but I didn't kill Nianhan. Besides, I gathered dozens of people from the Green Forest, and many people haven't come to kill me. Really..." Ning Yi looked at the rice fields by the road not far away, shook his head, murmured.
When he spoke like this, Zhu Biao was not easy to talk to, and his eyes were a little disappointed, but after a while, he remembered one thing: "However, speaking like this... Is my sister-in-law number one in the world?"
"Hongti..." Ning Yi remembered, then glanced at Zhu Biao, showing a weird and evil smile, "Yes, haha, what you said... seems to be right."
"Ha ha."
"Ha ha ha ha."
"… "
"… "
"You know, there are some people, when he was alive, you didn't like him, and you didn't like him. But one day you suddenly heard that he died, and you thought he shouldn't die like this. This kind of person, It's a real life..."
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The same news has spread all over the world, and it has different meanings in different people's ears. Some people are sad, some are happy, some are melancholy, some are indifferent, of course, more are ordinary people who don't understand who Zhou Dong is. In the overall situation of the Jinbing going south, a group of warriors did not bring about a desperate fight to turn the tide. , Like an inconspicuous little wave, in a blink of an eye, he was involved in the surging tide.
Xiangzhou, when I suddenly heard the news of Zhou Tong's death, Yue Fei was raising money to replenish weapons and armors for the more than 300 soldiers under his command. I heard the news of Zhou Tong's death.
He also hadn't seen Master's face for a long time.
After learning art under the guidance of Zhou Tong, he became a teacher. Yue Fei went to join the army. Zhou Tong traveled all over the world, and acted as a chivalrous man. He passed through Tangyin three times and sent some money to his family. Yue Fei met Zhou Tong only once. As Zhou Tong's last direct disciple, the two have the same serious temperament. Yue Fei can understand the master's thoughts. Once he leaves the teacher, he will not interfere too much with the disciple's affairs. But he had hopes for his disciples. It is self-evident.
"Go the right way."
When leaving the school, the old man just said a simple sentence like this. Perhaps it was also because the teacher's spirit and body were too good. When the bad news came, he was also a little dazed. Stand for a moment on the street. He walked into the agreed restaurant with red eyes. Give the bag with the money to the officer who issued the quarters.
When the other party left him down for a drink. He made an excuse to leave. The officials who stayed opened the bag and took a look. There was a clear sign on the silver ingot. Fingerprints pinched by hand.
"Soldier ruffian..." The official pouted and cursed in a low voice. After drinking a glass of wine, he also sang a ditty and left.
Soon after, the soldiers under Yue Fei got their equipment.
Many people in the green forest gradually learned about Zhou Tong's death from the propaganda of Zhuji, but it was a later story. And related to this, a man who used to be named Lin Chong and later changed his name to Mu Yi, when he heard the news, was in the chaos of the future. At that time, the news of the sacrifice of the old man had spread all over the world. Come on.
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In autumn, in the inn near Miaojiang, there was a loud bang and the floor collapsed.
Several important leaders of the Great Bright Sect ran downstairs. In the chaos, they saw the most embarrassed side of the leader.
The huge Lin Zongwu stepped on the floor directly from upstairs and fell down, just smashing the table below.
In Lin Zongwu's left hand, he was holding the note with the news, and his right hand clenched his fist tightly. He just stood there in the rubble of the round table, unaware that the vegetable soup and other things were sliding down from him.
"Ah ah... ah-"
The roar came from his throat, and as he raised his head, it began to rise continuously. The sun shone in, and his wide brocade robe was dancing. Gradually, it was like an ocean tide, like a thunderbolt. Under the strong internal force, the entire inn seemed to be trembling, and the sound could be heard for a long time.
"Who said... he could just die like this..."
When the sound finally stopped, they saw the red-eyed Lin Zongwu shaking the note in his hand, and then he finally started to walk out in a trance. When he passed the pillar outside the inn, he punched the wooden pillar with his hand. . After a while, half of the inn, which had been built sloppily, collapsed in the rear.
The dust was rising, pedestrians were running, and Lin Zongwu looked at the sunlight, and everything turned pale.
There was an era that should belong to him, but due to lack of strength, they were forced to leave the center of the era by Fang La and others. When he came out this time, he hoped that this was his time, and he knew that it should be his time. He wants to compete with the old man. If it is the iron arm, he is willing to pay a huge price to seek a victory.
The only pity is that Zhou Tong is already old, and even if he really faces him, he will be somewhat invincible.
But now, he has completely lost even this opportunity.
The moment he got the news, Lin Zongwu suddenly understood that from now on, no matter who he defeated, in the eyes of the world, he would never be able to beat that old man again.
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If there are heroes in the world, what a pity to see heroes here...
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On the afternoon of the second day after receiving the news of Zhou Tong's death, the convoy approached the temporary camp of Wu Rui Camp.
The bearded Qin Shaoqian brought his own soldiers to greet him from the inside. He used to guard the nearby areas of Shandong, and Ning Yi also contributed to the army of 50,000 people when he attacked Liangshan. Now he has been appointed as the commander.
"Come on." Qin Shaoqian bowed his hands to Ning Yi.
"Come on." Ning Yi also bowed his hands.
Wanyan Zongwang's army deterred Jinan, and Wanyan Zonghan surrounded Taiyuan. The large-scale fortified walls and clear fields have begun, and there are more things waiting for them to do... (Please search Piao astronomy, better and faster!
ps: I originally wanted to write the last chapter in 2014, and then it became the first chapter in 2015. Well, double the monthly pass, please guarantee the monthly pass at the end ^_^