The fish market business, when the weather is hot, the smell is fishy, when the weather is cold, it is wet and cold, the same is by the river, the fish market in Donggang Town, which is full of water, is much colder than other places along the river in Donggang Town.
Early in the morning, Xu Sheng, who had just walked out of his shop and wanted to go to the fishing boat along the river to see if there were any new things that would be beneficial to his cultivation, heard a man from a business waiting for him outside the fish market.
Ever since he inadvertently revealed some extraordinary strength and was known by people outside that he had become a cultivator, there has been an endless stream of people coming to him.
In the world where cultivators fight, it seems that there are cultivators everywhere, but in this ordinary world, cultivators are like thousand-year-old lingzhi in the deep mountains, everyone knows that there is one, but it is ethereal, and very few people can really see it.
Xu Sheng originally wanted to get people to shirk it as before, but the fishmonger who reported him said that the merchant who came this time said that as long as he heard a word, he would definitely not refuse.
"What words" "I can't remember clearly, what kind of fish and what way."
The fat fishmonger was embarrassed to scratch his scalp because he couldn't remember the words that were too obscure for him, but Xu Sheng's body was completely frozen between the basins of water in the fish market, and there was a light in his eyes that he didn't usually have.
After a few moments of pause, he strode out into the street outside the fish market, not even hearing the loud greetings from the people around him.
The people of the fish market all noticed that their black-faced young owner was different from Xiang Ri, and in the morning light of Donggang Town, they saw Xu Sheng, who seemed to have some kind of brilliance shining on his body, walking towards the carriage that had arrived since the middle of last night and was parked outside the fish market.
Xu Sheng just talked a few words with a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes in front of the carriage, and then quickly returned to his shop in the fish market, and then soon the entire fish market knew that Xu Sheng was leaving.
Only those who were close at that time heard that the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes was a certain shopkeeper of Datong, and heard that the middle-aged man only respectfully told a very awkward sentence: "You give it a fish, and I return it to the Tao."
Then Xu Sheng agreed to leave with the people of Datong.
These people in the fish market couldn't know the meaning of this sentence, and they couldn't understand why Xu Sheng didn't let those famous big business houses close to home go, but he had to accept an invitation from a business that came from afar and was not famous In the entire Donggang Town, when they heard the news, the only people who could detect some of the true meaning from it were Zhang Erye and a few other brothers.
These Jianghu men, when Xu Sheng quickly said goodbye to his family and stepped on the carriage of Datong to leave Donggang Town, they took a boat to the river.
On the open river, these Jianghu men each brought a bowl of wine, drank it all at Xu Sheng, and saw Xu Sheng off.
Xu Sheng didn't drink, just shed tears, bowed deeply to these people, and then resolutely turned around and entered the carriage.
In the eastern town of the Yunqin Empire, Xu Sheng accepted the invitation of Datong to leave, and under the secret instruction of Lin Xi, began to prepare to be responsible for the freight from Biluoling to all parts of Yunqin, and Qianxia Mountain on the border between Yunqin and Damang also ushered in the first snow.
Since the news of the Southern Expedition came, whether it was the Yunqin army stationed in Qianxia Mountain, or the Damang army stationed on the border plain of Damang, the atmosphere was tense, and there was no way to meet the New Year calmly and happily.
Although Qianxia Mountain and the Dragon Snake Mountain Range are generally continuous, spanning the entire southern border of the Yunqin Empire, the terrain is very gentle and open, and the growth is also a variety of broad-leaved trees, and there is no problem with the advancement of various group armies and large ordnance, so it was still the great recklessness of the Nanmo Kingdom back then, and the 300,000 troops easily crossed the plain between Qianxia Mountain and Falling Star Lake, and as a result, the legend of Dean Zhang of Qingluan Academy was achieved.
Because the terrain and the opponent are different from the Dragon and Snake border passes, whether it is at the end of Yunqin or Damang, it is a company camp that is in pieces and there is no end at a glance.
In the early morning of this snowy day, three men dressed in the uniforms of a general in the yellow sè of the mang, holding fully qualified military pass tokens, passed through the heavy camp tents, approaching the most majestic Chinese army tent in the middle of the company camp.
Seeing the military flag of the army embroidered with the word "Wenren" fluttering in front of the big tent, the eyes of the three men flashed with a cold light of extreme hatred When he was still nearly seven hundred steps away from the majestic Chinese military camp tent, he was sure that there was no one around, and one of the oldest red-faced middle-aged men confirmed again in a voice that only the three of them could hear: "Wait for Senior Brother Zou to burst in from the left side of the tent and attract his attention with the Demon Dragon Crossbow, I then burst in, jammed his flying sword, and even Senior Brother was behind me, and launched the final blow."
You know it."
I don't know how many times I said this sentence before entering this company camp, and I don't know how many times I had auditioned for that short interval, and it was too clear that it couldn't be clearer, but when I heard his words, the other two young men with extremely cold faces didn't have the slightest impatience, just nodded silently.
However, the red-faced middle-aged man was still not at ease, or he was firm in his belief in giving his life, and still added a sentence in a voice that only three people could hear: "Wenren Cangyue's internal injuries and poisonous injuries are very serious, this assassination, in order to get a military order that can be close to the big tent of the Chinese army, those of us are equivalent to floating in the light, so there is only a chance to assassinate this time, and it must be successful."
Because this is not only Senior Brother Li Ku's enmity, but also the exact news has come yesterday, just between these two ri, he is going to take the initiative to attack the Yunqin army, the purpose of this can only be to completely anger the Yunqin Emperor and the people of Yunqin, so that there is no room for maneuver in the matter of the Southern Expedition.
We can't let the recklessness be dragged into the quagmire of difficulty because of others. ” Listening to the words of the red-faced middle-aged man, the two young men with extremely cold faces and iron skin on their faces still did not make a sound, but the god of death in their eyes was even thicker.
Because the passage tokens of the three people were issued completely normally, there were no accidents, and the three of them controlled the breath on their bodies and the strength of their feet to the level of normal patrol sergeants, approaching the camp tent of the Chinese army.
Outside the majestic yellow sè cowhide tent of the Chinese army, only two sergeants stood guard with Ge, in this snowy morning light, it was quiet and a little unreal, the copper basin in the tent was burning with sun-dried cow dung and charcoal, boiling a large pot of medicinal herbs, and the thick irritating smell completely covered up the unpleasant smell of the cow dung.
Wenren Cangyue, who was still wearing a thin ordinary coarse cloth robe, had just drunk a bowl of medicinal soup as thick as ink, compared with the previous time when he cooperated with the Purgatory Mountain Sect to assassinate Li Ku, the blue sè on his face that appeared from time to time like a blue sè apricot blossom had disappeared a lot, but there was no blood, which made his eyebrows appear darker, but the lips that were originally red as blood were a little white.
Although he successfully held Li Ku's steps to escape, Li Ku was a cultivator who was even more powerful than him after all, and he knew that the cultivator who was one order higher than him and as powerful as Vice Dean Xia was seriously injured under Li Ku's blow, and I am afraid that he would lose a lot of life as he was old.
Before Gu Xinyin's cultivation was restored, among all the holy masters in the world, he was indeed the only one who could tie Li Ku with a sword, so he could become the only one who decided the fate of Da Mang, and he was the most important in the eyes of any of the forces on either side of Da Mang, but after all, he could only tie Li Ku.
Although the seventeen powerful cultivators who were close to the Holy Rank of Purgatory Mountain were in front of him under the instruction of the Purgatory Mountain Sect, Li Ku's strength still caused him to be more seriously injured than he was to face the enemy with the Buddha of Prajna Temple.
There are some rare medicinal materials in Purgatory Mountain, and at this moment, most of his blue apricot poison has been resolved, but the internal injuries are more serious than when he left Biluo Tomb.
At this time, Wenren Cangyue is indeed a very weak time.
However, this is also relative.
Even though the three assassins holding the regular pass tokens completely controlled the aura and strength on their bodies to the level of ordinary patrol sergeants, Wenren Cangyue, who had just finished drinking a bowl of medicinal soup, still sensed that something was wrong.
He sensed the kind of cold killing intent that only a person like him who had experienced countless battles and battles could perceive.
In the face of this killing intent, 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 Wen Ren Cangyue was just afraid that he would ruin some medicine, so he made such a calm and indifferent action.
They just have definite news, and the person they want to kill, Cangyue, is alone in this tent at the moment.
Without any hesitation, the youngest of the three, "Senior Brother Zou", broke out first, and with a low shout, 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, and the whole person crashed into the camp tent on the left.
The two Ge sergeants were shocked and exclaimed, but before they could make any moves, the oldest red-faced middle-aged man had already passed through the middle of them, and a thin black and red sword flew up from behind the red-faced middle-aged man, slicing the throats of the two Ge sergeants.
The majestic tent of the Chinese military camp was directly opened by the youngest cultivator, and a large hole was directly opened.
All the soul power in the body of this young cultivator who was the first to rush into the tent had already poured out of his hands, and the air inside the tent suddenly rolled up like a storm.
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Because he knew that he would die in the next moment, this young cultivator did not have any pity for his body at all, and the skin of his hands had completely exploded when he held a dark soul soldier.
However, at this moment, Wen Ren Cangyue did not move, and on the camp tent on the other side, a round arrow hole suddenly appeared, and a long arrow of crimson sè, with a more violent air current, instantly nailed into the chest of this young cultivator.
The young cultivator's eyes widened in disbelief and flew out upside down.
He couldn't imagine that there was such an archer who could accurately hit his body through the tent, and that he had such speed and power.
"Poof" "Poof" "Poof" "Poof" "Poof" Countless terrifying crossbow arrows like black light gathered all the power of this young cultivator, and the moment he flew up, he was not able to shè towards the moon, but shè towards the top of the tent above.
The top of the entire tent was not pierced through countless holes, but was directly twisted into countless pieces by the violent force, rushing up like a fountain.
The red-faced middle-aged man who rushed in from the middle of the tent door had his pupils shrunk, this arrow had already disrupted their previous deployment, but he still didn't have any pause, and with a "buzz" sound, his black and red sè light flying sword shook out countless black and red sè sparks, turning into a straight line, and stabbing straight at the Wenren Cangyue in the tent :