After a good night's sleep, God yawned and reluctantly opened his eyes.
A ray of light opened on the Almu grassland on the northeastern border of Zhongzhou, where it connects with Waladongting.
In the dim light and shadow, you can vaguely see that the grass on this vast wilderness has turned from green to yellow, and you can even see a few withered and bare patches, which came earlier than in previous years.
If someone looks carefully, it may not be difficult to find groups of densely packed black spots wandering like ghosts on the Almu grassland.
To say wandering is not accurate, because these black spots are not moving aimlessly, but are flowing in the same direction regularly.
The black spots were like undercurrents, moving silently against a city wall five miles away.
The city wall is seven feet high, and the corner wall is nine feet high. It is a real and large city wall.
If you are not a master of martial arts or light skills, you will be turned into meat if you fall from this big city wall.
In front of the endless prairie, sitting with such a wall, it can not be called a majestic city.
And those who could build such a majestic city must be Zhongzhou people who are good at taking advantage of various conditions to build civil engineering works and compete with all kinds of harsh environments.
The name of this city is Shanmen.
It is the northernmost border pass in Xing'an territory.
To the south are the rolling mountains and dense forests of Xing'an, and to the north are the Almu grasslands.
As its name suggests, Shanmen City is an important gateway to the north of Xing'an.
Once the "Mountain Gate" is breached, Xing'an territory will become the best refuge for enemy invaders to continue their incursions to the south.
Such a valuable territory must be fought for by military strategists, no matter how heavily guarded it is, it cannot be overstated.
Therefore, along the border between Xing'anjing and Wala, there are three border gates of different sizes from Shanmen City, distributed hundreds of miles apart.
It's just that Zhongzhou is so vast that there are only a lot of such treasures. Unless all the people are soldiers, it will be difficult to guard against thieves for a thousand days.
Of course, the Wala people, who have been coveting the treasure land for a long time, do not think of themselves as thieves.
They will only think that the people of Zhongzhou are lazy and lazy, enjoying the fruits of their labor and occupying the latrine. If such a treasure land is given to them, how can they always think of causing trouble for the people of Zhongzhou?
Twenty years ago, the Oara people had taken Xing'an territory as their own for a long time, and they were particularly familiar with this area.
Now they are making a comeback, naturally to regain their former glory.
呲呲呲.
When we were still two miles away from Shanmen City, the black dot began to move faster.
It is difficult to conceal the sound of human feet and horse hooves trampling on the lawn.
The black spots on both sides quickly converged toward the middle, forming an undercurrent from the surging undercurrents.
Less than a mile away.
It's just dawn.
A high flag on the top of Shanmen City suddenly broke and fell.
Almost no one has the opportunity to see clearly the Zhongzhou Xianglong totem embroidered on the flag.
The undercurrent flowing towards Shanmen City received this signal, completely gave up its disguise, and began to rush towards the city gate!
The sound of horse hooves first sounded like intensive drum beating, then like a surging river, and finally it turned into rolling thunder!
Two thousand vanguard cavalry and five hundred infantrymen from Waladongting came to Zhongzhou City one after another!
Thousands of Zhongzhou soldiers in Shanmen City were awakened in their sleep, and frightened while on duty, so much so that they thought they were living in a dream.
In short, most people can't understand why the Wala Army can attack them without anyone noticing?
After all, since the Great Rebellion, Zhongzhou has made great efforts in border security. Facing the northern border, on the basis of the original hundred beacons, hundreds more large and small beacons have been added. They are distributed in three lines with the original beacons, one for ten miles, facing each other continuously.
, beacons follow each other, and every time there is a war, smoke rises one after another.
To the north of Shanmen City, there are three large beacons as outposts to guard against foreigners causing trouble and invading the border.
Why did the enemy invaders rush in without any warning signal?
The Zhongzhou soldiers on the three beacons knew the answer.
The soldiers guarding the city already knew it.
Soon, the soldiers in the city will also witness it with their own eyes.
However, I am afraid that neither the former two nor the latter will be able to send these messages to the south or to their colleagues at the other three border gates...
It was early autumn in the year 2362 of the Zhongzhou calendar.
Wala once again raised troops to invade the border, broke through the four city gates of Xing'an, and knocked on the gate of Zhongzhou!
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Fujian, Youfu County, Jingyang Village.
It's autumn and the air is crisp, so even when the afternoon sun shines on my body, I don't feel hot, but rather feel warm.
Meng Chaoge, Shi Zhonghuo, Ji Zhe, Dong Qing and Jiang Yichen, who had been dressed up as ordinary people by Jiang Yichen, appeared in a passing tea shop as ordinary Jianghu guests, preparing to take a proper rest.
Although the journey south was arranged extremely carefully and they arrived at Youfu County on the scheduled time, and they could reach their final destination in less than one day, the five people had to speed up their journey because of the leak of the three gold seals.
The situation was quite exhausting.
Therefore, although this passing tea shop is simple and simple, it cannot deter everyone's interest in taking a rest.
I asked the store to bring me more tea and snacks, just to relieve my fatigue.
Unexpectedly, the business has been so prosperous recently that even the store owner couldn't do anything. It has been a long time since he brought the things that the five people in Tingyu Pavilion wanted.
Jiang Yichen, who dressed up as a sect errand boy, had no choice but to provide food and clothing by himself.
It seems that the number of Jianghu people pouring into Fujian these days is really increasing.
There are only a few more people who want to hide their identities than Jiang Yichen and others.
Everyone has different purposes for coming here. Some really want to stop the pair of ghosts, Hong Shang and Tu Wanfang, some are coveting the Putian Shaolin Golden Seal, and of course, many are here to fish in troubled waters.
The "ghost" combination that caused a lot of noise is still killing everyone, but they only appear once a day.
It is not difficult for local gangs to avoid disaster if they respond in advance.
Ordinary people are not so lucky. When disaster strikes, they can only die of despair and misery.
However, the ever-growing Zhuxie Alliance still suffers constant setbacks, defeats and defeats.
Many generous knights and knights died.
It is said that the local government has reported the matter to the court, but it may take some time for the court to respond.
At present, except for Wudang Emei who rescued six members of the Zhu Xie Alliance, no major gangs or sects have been involved.
But almost everyone knows that those big gangs and sects cannot escape or hide.
Because the "Ghost" group is getting closer and closer to Putian Shaolin.
Jiang Yichen sighed softly, he really didn't expect that Hongshang could use this method to reduce the strength of Zhongzhou Jianghu.
After finally finding two stacks of peanuts from the store, I had no choice but to walk back to the table where the four of them were sitting in Tingyu Pavilion. I felt sudden heart palpitations for no reason.
Soon he saw a face with an inverted green lotus on its forehead, a face that could captivate an entire country.
The other party was obviously tired from the journey, but after seeing him, his fatigue was completely washed away.
A slight smile can confuse all sentient beings.
Jiang Yichen's soul was not taken away, but his heart was in his throat, and he felt that the cold autumn wind was choking him!
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Fujian, Putian County, Jiulian Village.
Midnight watch.
Lao Xu was tossing and turning on the bed.
In order not to disturb his wife's rest next to him, he tried to slow down his turning movements as much as possible, and even forced himself to remain motionless from time to time, hoping to fall asleep.
It's just that when most people have insomnia, the more they want to fall asleep, the harder it is to fall asleep.
Slowly, random thoughts began to float in my mind.
Lao Xu is no exception.
I almost lived my life from beginning to end.
Lao Xu is definitely a local, and he is now over 50 years old.
Although he was born into a poor family, the family had enough food and clothing in exchange for their hard work.
Until Lao Xu was thirty years old, his family of eight, young and old, lived happily.
At that time, Lao Xu was a step-by-step father.
His wife was not beautiful, but she could endure hardships and stand hard work with him and gave birth to two caring little girls for him.
It happened that at an age when the two children could find a good family to live in, chaos broke out.
Fujian, as the first target of the Japanese invasion, fell early.
Lao Xu's family did not survive the disaster.
It seems that the entire family shared their blessings with Lao Xu.
He had several broken waist bones and was saved by Shaolin monks.
Under the protection and care of Shaolin, Lao Xu recovered his ability to move and work. The only remaining problem was that he could no longer straighten his back.
Lao Xu, whose family was ruined, was already devastated. If he had not killed himself in order to repay Shaolin for saving his life, how could he have cared about this shortcoming?
In this way, Lao Xu became an unknown and unprofitable handyman in Putian Shaolin.
Three years passed by in a flash, and a woman who had been exiled to Shaolin due to foreign war broke into his life and opened his heart.
The two people, who had both experienced the turmoil of war, had no commitment or wedding to each other, and just lived together as companions.
In the next seven years, the two gave birth to three fat boys.
In the past twenty years, Lao Xu's residence has moved from inside the temple to outside the temple, and his status has changed from a handyman in the outer courtyard to a handyman in the entire temple.
Lao Xu, who always wanted to repay his kindness, never asked Shaolin for more money to support his family.
The Qinchen family has always been praised by many Shaolin disciples.
Of course, all this is thanks to Manager Song who became the Shaolin handyman ten years ago.
If Manager Song hadn't helped find a job as a prostitute for Lao Xu's daughter-in-law, it would have been difficult for Lao Xu to support his family of five with the meager money he received from Shaolin.
Shaolin was kind to Lao Xu, and Lao Xu always remembered it and repaid him with all his heart.
Manager Song was kind to Lao Xu's family. He only needed to give instructions for anything, and Lao Xu always did his best.
The Obon Dharma Ceremony is always the busiest time in Shaolin.
In the past, Lao Xu was mainly responsible for purchasing and transporting the fragrant oils and candles in the temple.
This year, Manager Song asked Mr. Xu to prepare nearly half of the sesame oil, so Mr. Xu followed suit.
Seeing that half of the session was over and there was still most of the sesame oil left, Lao Xu was still nagging in his mind that Manager Song was too careful and there was no need to prepare so much sesame oil.
Unexpectedly, Manager Song ordered yesterday to pack more sesame oil and place it in several halls, pavilions, and outside the Zen room today.
Although this was not the usual practice when hosting Dafa gatherings in the past, since it was Manager Song who made the request, Lao Xu had no doubts about his presence.
Lao Xu didn't realize that this was the source of his restlessness and insomnia.
Suddenly, he heard a rapid cry.
"Master, master, wake up! Look, is there a fire over there in Shaolin?!"
Lao Xu's eyelids opened involuntarily.
It turned out that he slept unconsciously for a long time and didn't even notice that his wife got up to go to the toilet.
Only then did he realize what had happened from his wife's hasty entry into the house.
With a cry of surprise, he rolled from the bed to the ground.
Regardless of the pain from his knees hitting the ground, with the help of his wife, he still couldn't stand up and rolled and crawled outside the house!
Late at night, the scene half a mile away came into view clearly, because the sky was filled with fire on Jiulian Mountain.
"What a sin!!!"
Lao Xu's eyes were red, tears streaming down his face, and he roared at the top of his lungs.
His body was already half-kneeling on the ground, and he banged his head against the ground!
In the troubled autumn of 2362 in Zhongzhou, the thousand-year-old Putian South Shaolin Temple burned down overnight!