Streets divide the ancient city one by one.

Large crowds are flocking to the outskirts of the city.

In the center of the city, another group of people were gathering near the Jiangning Yamen of the old Wu Dynasty.

Street after street, the intersection of streets and streets, formed small intersection squares. The people setting up stalls had already put away their carts and disappeared. Only those who were doing good things, watching the excitement, or still didn't understand

People wondering what had happened gathered at the entrances of these streets, gathered in nearby restaurants and tea shops that were open in small numbers for unknown reasons, and even filled the balconies and rooftops of nearby houses.

Noisy sounds appeared at every street corner.

With Jiuwu Yamen as the center, within a radius of several miles, there are seven or eight streets and more than ten intersections. At this moment, there are famous green forest experts sitting in command. From time to time, they will be heard preaching He Wen's orders.

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"...This is chaos. If there is any grievance, someone will deal with it someday..."

Whether there will be someone to deal with it in the future, or whether it will just be another day, no one can guarantee the vote, but the tight barricades, the horse rejection and the large number of flags have already explained the attitude of the four kings in the Fair Party. This is

The scene of a breakup, and what these barricades builders can do is of course not just gentle persuasion...

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Bang——

The curling dance of the steel knife rushed into the sky with large pieces of flesh and blood, and what appeared in the square was the sound of violent slashes and even broken bones. The tall bodies of the warriors with their chests cracked flew out backwards, and in front, each of them stood slightly.

The short but as strong swordsman as an iron tower slowly slashed across the blade. The bloody blade even had slag of bones and flesh on it, and the smell of blood had already spread.

On the surrounding rooftops and on the side of the road, some people were watching this scene, and some warriors sighed in a low voice: "I heard in the past that this 'Camel God' Jiang Lian is a pig butcher, but the power of this sword may not even be able to chop stones."

Open. No wonder he is the vanguard of 'Heavenly Killer'..."

"Who else?" Jiang Lian, known as the "Camel God," shouted loudly, "Our Fair Party acts according to the law. Who else dares to cause trouble in broad daylight! Where is the injustice?"

Someone rushed out from the crowd. This was an old man with white hair. He was old and his steps were staggering. But perhaps because of excitement or fear, his body was shaking, his steps were very fragile, and he was coughing in his mouth.

He said twice, with a hoarse voice: "I...I...I am old..."

After running a few steps in the small square, an arrow suddenly flew from between a courtyard wall in the distance and pierced the old man's neck from the side. While the old man was running, something seemed to suddenly appear on his neck.

There wasn't much reaction yet, so he fell down.

The roof where the arrow was shot was thirty or forty feet away from here. The opponent could shoot an arrow at this place from that side.

"That's the 'Magic Hand' Zhu Yang..." The warriors who were watching started talking in low voices again.

In front of the small square, including the old man who had just fallen, there were eight or nine corpses lying in a pool of blood. This was the number of people who did not believe in evil and wanted to come forward to argue or to stand up for others.

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"When I came to Jiangning this time, Mr. Zuo was supposed to be lobbying for His Majesty from the southeast. Now he looks radiant. Has he achieved his goal?"

"Hey, why did the Eighth Master force the old man to leak the secret about eating the emperor's salary and being loyal to the emperor? But this time, the Eighth Master really represented Mr. Ning and sided with He Wen?"

"Isn't this also a secret... But Mr. Zuo is here, we are all one of our own, we might as well exchange information..."

"He Wen's big mouth has been spread all over the world for a long time, Master Eight..."

"You also know that He Wen has a big mouth. Can you believe what comes out of his mouth? You can only pretend that there is no news, but you, sir, which side did you choose to bet on?"

"Hahahaha..." the old man laughed, "...Actually, He Wen has already confirmed your matter with us in private."

"Hehehe... He Wen also told us your goal in private."

"Hahahahahaha... He Wen, this little bastard..."

"Hahahaha... He Wen is indeed a bastard..."

At the street entrance to the south, cheerful laughter sounded in the teahouse. In the large square in front, people were noisy and fighting was fierce. There was silence for a moment in front of the tea table, and then the old man turned his head and came over.

"Do you really think He Wen can be saved?"

"Who knows about such a big thing..."

"In the past two years, the Fair Party members have tasted the sweetness of wanton looting. This sweetness is also poison. I think it is... difficult..."

"Zuo Gong is wise. No matter how good the slogan is, it is always just the first step forward. Throughout the ages, there has always been a huge gap between a progressive movement and a successful movement."

"That you……"

"The second step is discipline, the third step is regularity, and there are fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth..."

"Does He Wen have these things?"

"If you ask He Wen, you will know."

"...When do you plan to take action?"

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Through the chaotic crowd, three figures slowly walked through the city roads.

A fighting crowd rolled past them. Several figures dragged the knights off their horses and killed them on the roadside. Bloody leaflets flew all over the sky.

On both sides of the road there are closed courtyard gates and ruined abandoned houses. The smell of garbage and blood is mixed on the road. The body of a beggar lies across the opening of the dark alley.

Xue Jin staggered, picked up a leaflet on the ground, looked at it in front of his eyes, and read silently.

"Hey, put that thing down, do you want to die?"

A blood-stained warrior came over from that side, approaching with a ferocious aura: "You still haven't persuaded your father..." In his eyes, there were just two young beggars and an old man here.

A lame middle-aged beggar.

The long sword bullies those who are close.

The older young man grabbed the back of the knife that was stretched out in front of him, folded his hand, and then grabbed the long knife. The other man's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he grabbed it with both hands. The next moment, the young man's left hand held

He grabbed his right palm, flicked it twice in the air, turned the man around, and pushed him forward to kneel on the ground. The man bent his arms backwards and tried to resist, but the young man stepped on him.

On the ground, his right hand twisted behind his head to create a huge, penetrating angle, which was already broken.

The other people rushed over here. The young man was brandishing a steel knife and slapped the head on the ground with the side of the knife. It was like hitting a watermelon, and blood oozed out. Several people with knifes

The figure rushed closer, the little monk retreated towards the back, the young man came over with a sword, and the swords gleamed.

The stormy waves crashed onto the shore and rolled up thousands of piles of snow.

Several figures lay scattered on the streets filled with garbage and corpses.

On the side of the road, Xue Jin closed the leaflet.

His eyes were trembling and confused, and his lips were moving in a murmur, but finally, he gradually thought of something.

He slightly clasped his hands into fists and bowed tremblingly.

"Two...two little benefactors...I, I have a request..."

"……you say."

Ning Ji and Ping An were taking off the clothes they were wearing from the dead and wounded on the ground. The swordsman who rushed over first had the most complete clothes. He crawled forward with difficulty. Ning Ji talked to the young monk and pulled him away.

Drag it back.

"I...little old man...want to ask for a set of pen and paper, and then..." He said this slowly, tears gradually falling from his eyes, "Then, I ask these two little benefactors to leave me alone..."

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The young monk stood up and looked at him seriously. Ning Ji was still taking off his clothes and pants, but then he nodded.

"……good."

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There was a wonderful life.

Is it based on bullying others? Xue Jin couldn't say this.

He was once a dandy in Jiangning City.

Witnessed a life of extravagance and extravagance.

There was also a time when young people in Wuling were quarreling over their heads, and they could not count the duration of a song called Red Thread.

I once had an admiration for a young cloth trader named Su Tan'er, and I also hit someone on the back of the head because of it...

I have seen the birth of the "One Night Fish and Dragon Dance", and I have also appeared evil during one or two parties...

He has seen the long flowing water in Jiangning, and the tranquility of the deep old house shrouded in the endless spring rain...

I have also seen hungry people shivering in the rain and snow outside the city while pretending to be giving out rice and porridge or following the crowd, and the withered bones that fill the wilderness every spring...

All men are guilty...

Perhaps it was the crying of others in the midst of the laughter, the hunger and cold in the wilderness amid the alternation of magnificent scenes, that made that prosperous world finally collapse without a trace...

He married his wife and soon got tired of that face again...

He wanders around brothels, pursuing a night of excitement, and then gradually falls in love with new things...

People always think that everything they get will be free...

I think that a smooth life is a matter of course...
To be continued...