Zhui Xu

In the midst of a moment, countless noisy voices creaked in the ear, and the picture in the darkness would turn into a **** sea, and the waves of the **** seas would rise and fall.

The wave of people is one of the crowds, the crazy killing, the scream of Yan Xiyin’s “ah”, and then the blood column and the human head.

From the side of the field of vision, the figure rushed from the crowd. It was the figure of the wife. Her temperament was always determined and determined. She touched the head in midair and threw it at him.

At that moment, he seemed to be able to see the decisive eyes in his wife's eyes, and even the deepest attachment in the bottom of his eyes could be seen, and then his wife fell and rushed to the female real generals, finally being drowned in the crowd and blood waves. in……

The man has tears and does not flick. He has been at the age of fifty, and only at that moment, he feels the taste of tears.

The night forest was shocked, and Froe woke up from the tree. The injury on his body had become numb and he began to make his spirits tired and embarrassed. He reached out and touched the head of the bag in front of his chest, biting his teeth, jumping off the branches, and running harder farther.

At the rear, the female real cavalry is still catching up...

......

The body smear in the air, the dragon's tattoo, creeping in the ruins.

On the body, countless scars shattered the tattoos that were originally seen in shape.

He: Long: Wind: The literature creeps to a slightly higher place, and it is difficult to turn over. The sky is falling down, it is the white moon.

He is powerless to imagine why he is still alive. But at this moment, around his body, in the ruined city, tens of thousands of corpses are beginning to smell bad, he looked at the sky, for the first time, this moonlight is beautiful.

Soon after, the sky was raining, and some raindrops entered his dry lips.

In the dark, someone stood up and swayed...

*

The sunset that will fall will be rainy with rain. Sprinkle the last light in the sky. I wish you see the note that Ning Yi is watching. Stand for a while.

"The predecessor of the week, I was afraid that I didn't want to be pushed to a place like the altar..." he said.

"He won't mind." Ning Yi bowed his head and replied simply.

The wind blew from the wilderness, and it seemed colder in the fall.

Look back and think about it. His contact with Zhou Wei. However, only the district is twice. And every time I meet, it seems to be a bit disappointing.

The first time he was in Shandong, he was asked by the Taifu government to kill himself, although he did not start. However, the three-fisted contract between the red and the red, also caused the red to mention the injury and vomiting blood. In addition, he later talked with the red to say what the master and the disciples, suggesting that the red is best to leave, so that Ning Yiding does not like this serious old man.

The second time I met, at the beginning of last year, when Taoting County arrested the martial arts people, Zhou Wei suddenly appeared. It seems that it was for the martial arts people to ask for sympathy. Later, I realized that he was trying to stop the martial arts people from doing things to themselves. They rushed to the Tao Pavilion for thousands of miles overnight. Even so, Ning Yi still does not like this old man.

After all, each other is a person with a very hard outlook on life. Each has a set of self-consistent and mature methods of doing things, each of which is in its own field and is the top person. After seeing through each other's actions, it is difficult to cover up those places that do not agree with them. But even so, the old man was doing the right thing in his field, and Ning Yi still admired it.

The war has just begun, all the news is piled up together, and one brain is plugged against everyone. The old man has always been alive and kicking, and no one in the world can look like an enemy. Even if the master like Lin Zongwu is looking for him to single-handedly, it’s really a recollection. It’s just laughing and laughing. The old man, no one really thinks that he will do something, but he can't think of it. This war started, and he died in such a thing.

I can turn my head and think about it. This kind of destination seems to be the most suitable for the old man. Although the success of the failure may be death, but the assassination of the aggressor coach, this old man, how can the old man fall behind? How can he hesitate?

Think of it this way, but it has become justified...

In any case, the death of the old man always makes people feel a little empty.

"Killed eight generals, did not get rid of the sticky. And, together with dozens of Greenwood people, there are not many people who have come to kill me, really..." Ning Yi looked at the rice fields not far away, shook his head. , muttered.

He spoke like this, and he wished it would be difficult to talk. His eyes were a bit stunned. However, it took a while to think of one thing: "However, if you say this... Is the scorpion the first in the world?"

"Red ah..." Ning Yi remembered, then looked at Zhu Xi, revealing a weird and evil smile. "Yeah, haha, what you said... seems to be right."

"Haha."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"..."

"..."

"Do you know, there are some people, when he is alive, you see that he is not pleasing to the eye, not good for him. But one day he suddenly heard that he was dead, and you think he should not die like this. Such people, It’s really a lifetime..."

*

The same news, passing through half of the world, has different meanings in different people's ears. Some people are sad, some are happy, some are jealous, some are indifferent, of course, more, they are ordinary people who don’t understand who Zhou Yi is. In the overall situation of Jinbing’s south, a group of military people did not bring a fight to turn the tide. As a small, unremarkable little wave, in a twinkling of an eye, I was involved in the tide of shackles.

Xiangzhou, suddenly heard that Zhou Wei’s death, Yue Fei was raising money to fill the weapons and armor for the remaining 300 soldiers. He raised 152 silver and prepared to hand the money to the officials in charge of the ordnance. Hearing the news that Zhou Wei died.

He has also seen Master's face for a long time.

Under the guidance of Zhou Wei, after learning, after the teacher. Yue Fei went to join the army. Zhou Wei turned to the world, and he went to Tangyin three times and gave him some money. The meeting between Yue Fei and Zhou Wei was only once. As the last pro-disciple of Zhou Wei, the temperament of the two has the same serious side. Yue Fei can understand Master's thoughts. Once he is out of the division, he will not interfere too much with his disciples. But his hopes for his disciples. It is self-evident.

"To go the right way."

When I was a teacher, the old man simply said a word like this. Perhaps because the teacher's spirit and body are too good, when the bad news came, he was also a bit embarrassed. Standing on the street for a moment. He blushes into the agreed restaurant. Hand over the money-filled bag to the officer who issued the military.

The other party left him to drink. He found an excuse to leave. The officials who stayed opened the bag and looked at it. The silver ingot was clear. Fingerprint pinched out by hand.

"The soldier's scorpion..." The official snorted and whispered a sigh. After drinking a glass of wine, he sang a little song and left.

Soon after, the soldiers of Yue Fei got their equipment.

A lot of Greenwood people gradually learned from Zhou Zhu’s propaganda that Zhou’s death was a follow-up. Related to this, a man who was once named Lin Chong and later renamed Mu Yi, when he heard the news, was in a mess after a long time. At that time, the news of the sacrifice of the old man had spread throughout the world. Open.

*

In the autumn, near the Miaojiang inn, a loud bang, the floor fell.

Several important leaders of Daguangming taught to go downstairs. In the chaos, they saw the most embarrassing side of the leader.

Lin Zongwu, who was huge in size, stepped on the floor from the upper floor and fell down. It just shattered the table below, and the overturned soup hangs on him. It also frightened a few people around.

Lin Zongwu’s left hand, holding a note of the message, held his fist tightly in his right hand. He stood in the ruin of the round table like that, and he did not feel that the soup and other things were sliding down from the body. After a while, the teeth were moved.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

The snoring sounded from his throat, and as he looked up, he began to keep turning high, the sun came in, his wide robes were dancing, and the voice expanded in all directions, such as yak, like Hong Zhong. As the sea tide, like the thunder, driven by the powerful internal force, the entire inn seems to be shaking, the sound can be heard, and it will last for a long time.

"Who said... he can die like this..."

When the sound finally stopped, they saw Lin Zongwu, who was red-faced, shaking his paper, and finally began to walk outwards. When he passed the pillar outside the inn, he punched the wooden post with a punch. . After a while, the half-inn, which was originally sloppy, collapsed at the rear.

The dust rose and the pedestrians were running. Lin Zongwu looked at the piece of sunlight and everything became pale.

There used to be an era that belonged to him, but because of lack of strength, they were forced to leave the center of the era by Fang La and others. Waiting to come out this time, he hopes that this is his time, and that this is 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 Hao is old, and even if he really faces him, he will win some.

But now, he has lost even this opportunity.

At the moment of getting the news, Lin Zongwu suddenly realized that from now on, no matter who he defeated, in the eyes of the people of the world, he can no longer beat the old man.

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On the afternoon of the second day after receiving the death of Zhou Wei, the team approached the temporary camp of Wurui Camp. The queues at the camp gates and the cavalry came and went, which was also a busy scene.

Qin Shaoqian, with a big beard, greeted him with his own soldiers. He originally guarded the left and right places in Shandong. When he was defeated by Liangshan, he also had an army of 50,000 people. Now he has been commanded by the commander.

"Come." Qin Shaoqian arched his hand to Ning Yi.

"Come." Ning Yi also arched his hand.

The Yan Feng Zongwang’s arsenal was deterred in Jinan, and Yan Zonghan was surrounded by Taiyuan. The huge-scale Jianye Qingye has already begun, there are more things, waiting for them to do...

Ps: I wanted to write the last chapter of 2014 and then become the first chapter of 2015. Yeah, double the monthly ticket, buy the bottom moon ticket ^_^

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