The fish market business smells fishy when the weather is hot, but when it's cold, it's damp and cold. The fish market in Donggang Town, which is also on the riverside with basins of water everywhere, is colder than other places along the river in Donggang Town.
many.
In the early morning, Xu Sheng, who had just walked out of his shop and wanted to go on a fishing boat along the river to see if there was anything new that would be useful for spiritual practice, heard someone from a business waiting for him outside the fish market.
Ever since he inadvertently revealed some extraordinary strength and people outside knew that he had become a practitioner, there has been an endless stream of people coming to see him.
In the world where practitioners fight, it seems that practitioners are everywhere, but in this ordinary human world, practitioners are like the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in the mountains. Everyone knows that it exists, but it is so misty that few people can actually see it.
The presence.
Xu Sheng originally wanted to let people shirk him as before, but the fishmonger who informed him said that the merchant who came this time said that he would not refuse as long as he heard a word.
"What words?"
"I can't remember clearly what kind of fish it is."
The fat fishmonger scratched his scalp in embarrassment because he couldn't remember the words that were too obscure and difficult to pronounce for him. However, Xu Sheng's body was completely paused in the water of the fish market. He
There was a light in his eyes that was not there normally.
After being frozen for a few breaths, he strode towards the street outside the fish market, not even hearing the loud greetings from the familiar people around him.
Everyone in the fish market noticed that their black-faced young boss was different from the past. In the morning light of Donggang Town, they saw Xu Sheng, who seemed to be shining with some kind of brilliance, walking towards the parked car that had arrived since midnight yesterday.
Horse carriage outside the fish market.
Xu Sheng just chatted for a few words with a middle-aged man in fine clothes in front of the carriage, and then quickly returned to his shop in the fish market. Soon everyone in the fish market knew that Xu Sheng was leaving.
Only people who were close at that time heard that the middle-aged man in fine clothes was a shopkeeper of Datong. They heard that the middle-aged man only respectfully told him a very awkward sentence: "You give him a fish, and I will give him a fish."
Pay him back." Xu Sheng then agreed to follow the people from Datong and leave.
The people at the fish market had no way of knowing what this meant, and they couldn't understand why Xu Sheng refused to go to those famous big trading houses close to home, but decided to accept a business that came from afar and was not well-known.
invitation?
In the entire Donggang Town, after hearing the news, only Mr. Zhang and a few brothers could sense some real meaning from it.
These gangsters took a boat to the river when Xu Sheng said goodbye to his family quickly and boarded the Datong carriage to leave Donggang Town.
On the open river surface, these men from all walks of life each brought a bowl of wine and drank it in one gulp facing Xu Sheng from a distance to see Xu Sheng off.
Xu Sheng did not drink, but shed tears, bowed deeply to these people, then turned around resolutely and entered the carriage.
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In the small town at the eastern end of the Yunqin Empire, Xu Sheng accepted the invitation of the Datong and left. Under Lin Xi's secret instructions, he began to prepare to take charge of the freight matters from Biluoling to various places in Yunqin. At the border between Yunqin and Damang,
Qianxia Mountain also received its first snow.
Since the news of the Southern Expedition came, both the Yunqin army stationed in Qianxia Mountain and the Damang army stationed on the border plains of Damang have been in a tense atmosphere, unable to welcome the new year calmly and happily.
Although Qianxia Mountain is as continuous as the Dragon Snake Mountain Range, spanning the entire southern border of the Yunqin Empire, the terrain is very gentle and open, and there are all kinds of broad-leaved trees growing there. Various groups of armies and large-scale ordnance can advance without any problems.
So back then, when it was still the great Mang of Nanmo Kingdom, an army of 300,000 easily crossed the plain between Qianxia Mountain and Falling Star Lake, and the result became the legend of Dean Zhang of Qingluan Academy.
Because the terrain and location are different from those at the Dragon and Snake border, whether it is on the Yunqin side or the Damang side, there are tracts of companies and camps that can't even be seen to the end at a glance.
On this snowy morning, three men wearing yellow general uniforms holding fully qualified military pass badges walked through many tents and approached the most majestic Chinese army tent in the middle of a company camp. Watching
Seeing the army flag fluttering in front of the tent with the word "Wenren" embroidered on it, the eyes of these three men flashed with a cold light of extreme hatred.
When they were still nearly 700 steps away from the majestic Chinese military tent, they made sure that there was no one around. One of the oldest red-faced middle-aged men made final confirmation in a voice that only three people could hear: "
Later, Junior Brother Zou rushed in from the left side of the camp and used the magic dragon crossbow to attract his attention. Then I broke in and blocked his flying sword. Junior Brother Lian was behind me and launched the final blow. Are you clear?"
I don’t know how many times I have said this sentence before entering this company camp. I don’t know how many times I have rehearsed it during the short period of time. It has become extremely clear. However, after hearing his words, in addition,
The two young men with extremely stern faces showed no signs of impatience and just nodded silently.
However, the red-faced middle-aged man was still uneasy, or as if he was firming up his belief in giving his life, he still added in a voice that only three people could hear: "Wenren Cangyue's internal injuries and poisonous injuries are very serious. This time
Assassination, in order to obtain the military order to approach the Chinese army's tent, we people are also floating in the open, so we can only have this opportunity to assassinate, and we must succeed. Because this is not only the hatred of Senior Brother Li Ku... but also
Yesterday, definite news came that within the next two days, he would take the initiative to attack the Yunqin army! The purpose of this could only be to completely anger the Yunqin Emperor and the people of Yunqin, and make the southern expedition again.
There is no room for maneuver. We cannot let Da Mang be dragged into the quagmire of difficulties because of this person."
After listening to the red-faced middle-aged man's words, the two young men with extremely stern faces and iron-like skin on their faces remained silent, but the desperate look in their eyes became even stronger.
Since the pass tokens of the three people were issued completely normally, there were no accidents. The three people controlled their aura and foothold strength to the level of normal patrol sergeants and approached the Chinese army camp.
Outside the majestic yellow cowhide military tent, there were only two sergeants standing guard with guns. In the snowy morning light, it was so quiet that it was unreal. Dried cow dung and charcoal were burning in the copper pans and basins inside the tent.
A large pot of medicinal herbs was boiling, and the strong and pungent smell of the medicinal herbs completely covered up the unpleasant smell of the fire-inducing cow dung. Wenren Cang Yue, who was still wearing a thin ordinary coarse cloth, had just drank a bowl of medicinal soup as thick as ink,
Compared with when he cooperated with the leader of Purgatory Mountain to assassinate Li Ku, the blue color on his face that appeared from time to time, like blue apricot blossoms, has faded a lot, but there is no blood color, which makes his eyebrows look more
Black, but the lips that were originally as red as blood turned a little white.
Although he successfully restrained Li Ku from escaping, Li Ku was a more powerful practitioner than him after all. He knew that the practitioner in Purgatory Mountain was one level higher than him and as powerful as Vice President Xia.
The headmaster was seriously injured by Li Ku's blow, and I am afraid that even the old man will lose a lot of his life.
Before Gu Xinyin's cultivation level was restored, among all the saint masters in the world, he was indeed the only one who could restrain Li Ku with his sword, so he could become the only person who decided the fate of Da Mang.
They are the most important in the eyes of the forces, but after all, he can only hold Li Ku back. Although the seventeen powerful practitioners close to the holy level of Purgatory Mountain blocked his way under the instruction of the headmaster of Purgatory Mountain,
But Li Ku's strength still caused him to be more seriously injured than when he fought against the enemy with Prajna Temple Zhenbilu.
There are some rare medicinal materials from Purgatory Mountain. At this moment, most of the poison in Lan Xing has been cured, but the internal injuries are more serious than when he left Biluo Mausoleum.
At this time, Wenren Cang Yue was indeed very weak.
However...this is also relative.
Even though the three assassins holding regular access tokens could completely control their aura and strength to the level of ordinary patrol sergeants, Wen Ren Cang Yue, who had just finished a bowl of medicinal soup, still sensed that something was wrong. He sensed that unique feeling.
Only someone like him who has experienced countless battles and fights can feel the cold murderous intent.
Faced with this murderous intention, Wenren Cangyue just glanced indifferently at the person closest to the camp, lifted the pot of medicine from the charcoal fire, and covered it with a heavy helmet.
The three people outside the tent didn't know that Wenren Cang Yue was just afraid of ruining some medicine by fighting, so she acted in such a calm and indifferent manner.
They just have definite information. The person they want to kill, Wen Ren Cang Yue, is alone in this camp at the moment.
Without any hesitation, "Junior Brother Zou", who looked the youngest among the three, was the first to explode. With a low cry, the soul power in his body surged out from the soles of his feet, and the sturdy leather military boots on his feet exploded directly.
It hit the camp tent on the left.
The two armed sergeants were shocked and shouted, but before they had time to make any move, the oldest middle-aged man with a red face had passed through them, and a thin black-red sword passed through the red face.
The middle-aged man flew up from behind and cut the throats of the two gun-wielding sergeants.
The majestic Chinese army tent was directly opened with a big hole when the youngest cultivator hit it.
The young cultivator who was the first to rush into the tent had all the soul power in his body pouring out from his hands, and the air in the tent suddenly swirled like a storm.
Because he knew that he would die in the next moment, this young practitioner had no pity for his body at all. When his hands held a dark soul weapon, the skin of his hands had completely exploded.
However, at this moment, Wenren Cang Yue did not move, and a round arrow hole suddenly appeared on the other side of the tent. A long dark red arrow, with a more violent air flow, instantly penetrated the tent.
The chest of a young practitioner.
The young practitioner opened his eyes in disbelief and flew out upside down.
He could not imagine that there was such an archer who could accurately hit his body from across the tent, and with such speed and power.
“Puff” “Puff” “Puff” “Puff”….
Countless black rays of terrifying fine crossbow arrows gathered all the strength of the young cultivator and fired them out at the moment he flew. They were not able to hit Wen Ren Cang Yue, but instead hit the tent roof above.
The top of the entire tent was not penetrated by countless holes, but was directly twisted into countless pieces by the violent force, and rushed upward like a fountain.
The red-faced middle-aged man who rushed in from the middle of the tent had his pupils shrunk. This arrow had already disrupted their previous arrangements, but he still didn't pause at all. There was a "buzz" sound, and his thin black and red spear flew into the air.
The sword shook out countless black and red sparks, turned into a straight line, and pierced Wen Ren Cang Yue in the tent!
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