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Relatives of relatives, and relatives!
Breaking the bones and connecting the tendons, it can be said that most of the people on Beichen Island are related to the Xiaoyao Sect.
It is precisely because of these connections that they have been able to fight the Tenjin Sect for more than forty years. Now this connection has actually become a constraint for them.
"Let everyone not gather! Those who can't get out of the island should go to the countryside, go to the wasteland, and disperse and hide as much as possible!"
"Everyone act separately, notify as much as you can! Be careful when you act, and don't be caught by the Tenjin Sect!"
In the end, Beiming Longquan could only think of this method of temporary delay.
Others couldn't think of a better way, so they could only obey orders first.
After the party was over, Beiming Qianxue got on the horse and was about to leave.
"Second Sister! Where are you going?" Bei Ming Qianye pulled the horse and asked.
"I'll go to Luoying Town and inform Mr. Zeng!"
The Mr. Zeng that Beiming Qianxue spoke of was named Zeng Chunming. He was a great Confucian who wandered over the sea and came to the country of cherry blossoms more than 30 years ago to pass on his studies. He was also the first teacher of her and Beiming Qianye. When they were young, the two had studied there for several years, and they often kept in touch after they grew up.
"Didn't you already notify me last time, Mister must have gone into hiding! Luoying Town is too close to Ning'an City, so don't go there!" Beiming Qianye persuaded.
"It's not that you don't know the character of Mr. I'm worried that he's still in town!"
"Okay then! Second sister, go and come back as fast as you can!"
"Um!"
Beiming Qianxue rode away, while Beiming Qianye rushed to other towns where disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect gathered
Luoying Town
Da da da!
Leading the horse, Beiming Qianxue walked through a dense cherry blossom forest, stepping on the pink cherry blossoms everywhere, walked quickly into the town, and headed southwest.
Bang bang!
Beside the repaired river on the roadside, three or two women beat their clothes with mallets. On the shore, wisps of white smoke from coal stoves curled up.
"Xiaoxue! Are you here to see Mr. Zeng?"
A familiar woman stopped what she was doing and greeted Beiming Qianxue with a smile.
"Aunt Tian! Why haven't you left yet? Didn't Uncle Tuyuan notify you?" Beiming Qianxue spoke anxiously.
"Tuyuan? Oh! You said that! It's all hearsay! Xiaoxue, you're a girl from a rich family, so you don't believe it!"
The woman laughed as soon as she spoke, obviously taking the warnings of the early Peripatetic School as a deaf ear.
"That's true, Ning'an City has been destroyed! If you believe me, flee to the countryside!"
Ignoring the surprised expressions of several women, Beiming Qianxue hurried to Zeng Chunming's house.
Turning the corner into a bluestone alley, old mottled brick walls, a few thin weeds huddled in the gaps, women with oil-paper umbrellas chatted and laughed with each other, and Beiming Qianxue passed by.
"It looks! People here don't believe it at all! Damn it!"
Looking at this quiet and peaceful town with a strong Jiangnan charm, Beiming Qianxue was extremely anxious.
In fact, this situation is also understandable. After all, not everyone can travel hundreds of miles to Ning'an City to confirm the authenticity like them.
If it weren't for the imminent situation and the bloody reality before his eyes, who would leave his hometown and the hometown where he has lived for decades just because of one sentence.
After walking for about half a mile, through several mottled alleys, Beiming Qianxue came to the door of a dilapidated farmhouse.
A low wall made of gray bricks, loofah seedlings crawling on the ridge of the wall, yellow flowers blooming on the loofah seedlings, bees lingering in the stamens, and white garlic, corn, red peppers hanging on the wall, and in such a background Against the backdrop of the bow chair, an old man with closed eyes sits on the chair, and a yellow housekeeper dog is lying at the old man's feet. On the rattan table on the right side, there are teapots and books.
The sun shines on the old man and the yellow dog. The old man looks comfortable, revealing a look of enjoyment, peace and tranquility.
"Birds fly away in a thousand mountains, and people disappear in thousands of paths. A lone boat and hat man, fishing for snow in the cold river alone! Fishing for snow in the cold river alone! Fishing alone! Fishing alone! This word is really wonderful! Good poem! Good poem! I didn't expect Dagan to have such a great talent!"
The old man was lying on the chair, chanting words, as if drinking and eating vegetables, savoring carefully.
"Master, why are you still here?"
Go to the near northMing Qianxue looked at the old man with an anxious expression and a reproachful tone.
Hearing Beiming Qianxue's voice, Zeng Chunming slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, as if he had a big dream.
"Xiaoxue! Why are you here?"
"I¡¡"
"Come and take a look! This is my younger brother's collection of poems just sent from Dagan! These poems are really wonderful! Every time I read them, I feel endless aftertaste!"
It was as if he had found a treasure. Before Beiming Qianxue could finish speaking, Zeng Chunming opened the book beside him and pointed it out to her.
"Especially this song, the moon has its ups and downs, and people have their joys and sorrows! This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys of thousands of miles! One sentence can express all the sadness and longing! How can you not be loved by your children?" Alas! If you can meet a poet in this life, you will die without regrets!"
Zeng Chunming has the taste of an old man chatting about being a teenager, fanatical star-chasing fans, and he is even more eloquent when talking about the poems in his hands.
"Master, what time is this? Why are you still watching this? Hurry up and follow me! It's really too late when that lunatic kills me!"
Seeing that Zeng Chunming was talking endlessly, Beiming Qianxue forcibly interrupted, pulling him to get on his horse and leave.
"Hey! What lunatics, how can there be so many lunatics in the world? Besides, I am an old man, where else can I go? This is a bright and bright world, even if you are a monster, you dare not be unscrupulous! Don't worry about it Already!"
Zeng Chunming held the book in his hand and refused to mount the horse desperately.
"Wow woof!"
The old yellow dog, who was sleeping on the ground, saw his master being forcibly pulled, propped up his old body, and barked weakly.
Several children with braids ran over, fighting with each other. When they got to Zeng Chunming's side, they smiled and surrounded him again.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Aren't you going to tell us a story? I'll call them all over!"
One of the older boys with bare feet said triumphantly.
"Yes! Yes! Tell a story! Where did it end last time?"
Zeng Chunming pulled Beiming Qianxue's hand away, stroked the boy's hair, and said with a smile.
"I know, I know! When it comes to Chen Ping being kicked out of the house by his sister-in-law, he will learn the real thing right away!"
Some children rushed to answer with a baby voice.
"No, no, I have learned the art of war, and I will lead troops to fight soon!"
"But I haven't heard it yet!" the child said aggrievedly.
Zeng Chunming pulled the youngest child to his side, smiled and said kindly: "Since this is the case, then I will tell you again. You have to listen carefully."
"Uh-huh!"
Beiming Qianxue, who was standing aside, was mad with anger, but could do nothing.
At this moment, another youth in blue shirt with a handsome face hurried over with a book in his hand.
"Huh? Sister Qianxue! You also came to see Master?"
Seeing Beiming Qianxue, the boy showed surprise.
"Song Jun! Why are you still in town?"
"My family lives in the town, of course I am in the town! Sister Qianxue, I just learned a few moves of swordsmanship in the martial arts gym in the city recently, you will wait!"
"Don't you know the news that the Tenjin Sect is going to massacre Beichen Island?"
"Eh? You said that! How is it possible? It's all a lie!"
Song Jun smiled, disapproving.
"You guys! Alas! Master! Ah Jun! I'm sorry!"
Since they didn't listen to what they said, Beiming Qianxue had no choice but to use force.
Before she could do anything, there was a faint shouting sound from the direction of the entrance of Luoying Town, and even more fireworks went straight into the sky.
"Dead! Dead!"
"It's coming! It's coming! Run!"
"Help! Help"
Deep in the sea
In the Holy Land of the Free and Unfettered Sect.
Through the paintings of the head of the first generation of Xiaoyao School, Song Yifei, who had an epiphany of "Northern Underworld Magic Art", still did not escape the fate of losing his true energy.
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