"Zhou Changfeng made a move in Lin Guo?" a man with a long face, thin eyebrows, and no beard put down the information in his hand.

"Yes, and for his children. ”

Hearing his subordinates' answers, Wu Pinggang stood up, his white face flushed a little, "He also gave birth to a dog mongrel." ”

The person who reported the news was a little confused, "The child named Zhou Xiao should be ......"

"Say!" Wu Pinggang said in a gloomy tone.

"I should be able to use the Divine Source. ”

The corners of Wu Pinggang's mouth hooked, "Destiny, hehe, Zhou Changfeng, I can't clean you up, I'll kill you and that slut's son!"

Throwing out a red and black token, "Order the dark guard to dispatch sixteen people to go south to kill Zhou Xiao." ”

Tonight, the elite assassins of the Zhou Kingdom dispatched Sancheng to move south.

The northern snow fell, covering the land of the dream country, this far north country has been happy for many years, and Ruixue has not been dyed with red flowers for a long time.

On the mountains where Mengdu depends, Meng Qing'an is wearing a red robe, and the red robe is embroidered with a phoenix with gold thread, standing in the wind and snow, looking at the south.

"I want to go south, and if there is any major matter, the two cabinets will discuss it on their own. The cold voice was like the snow.

The maid on the side bowed and said yes and went down the mountain.

The empress dreams of Qing'an, the red robe is embroidered with gold silk and the phoenix, and the snow on the top of the mountain looks at the south. Why?

In Lin Guolin's mansion, Lin Xiyue's spirit was in a trance, the thin needle pierced her fingers, the woman frowned in pain, opened her pink lips and wanted to suck the blood, but she put down her fingers, on the embroidered sugar gourd, on the last fiery red hawthorn, lightly touched, the hawthorn was even more bright red, Lin Xiyue hooked the corners of her mouth, pursed her lips, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.

In the tavern, the three of them are still at the same table.

Xu Mu put his hand on his knee and rubbed it gently, "Two good men, we have something to discuss, but if there is something, it shouldn't be my business, I want to find a way to pay back the food money, let me go." ”

Zhou Xiao looked at Xu Mu and didn't speak, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he felt that this person was very interesting.

Kong Xuan said softly: "In the future, you can follow us, and you will have a bite to eat." ”

"You didn't really give you the money, monk. Zhou Xiao was indignant on the side.

At this time, there was a commotion outside, three or four big men broke into the tavern, looked around and saw Xu Mu, and pressed Xu Mu's head on the table after a few steps, "Boy, if you don't pay back today, I will ask for your two ears." ”

Zhou Xiao put down the wine bowl, and Xiao Er hurriedly came over to persuade, "A few masters, don't solve something in the small shop." ”

Xu Mu, who was held down, said aggrievedly: "I have already paid you back the money, you are unreasonable!"

The man sneered, "Have you paid us back?"

Zhou Xiao grabbed the thick wrist, "Let go of your hand first." As he spoke, the man trembled, his five fingers twitched and let go of Xu Mu, and cold sweat kept breaking out.

"Now that the money has been returned, don't ask for it again. ”

Hearing Zhou Xiao's words, several people were about to reprimand, but they were stopped by the person holding his arm, who inhaled cold air and said, "Farewell." The arm should be broken, this person can't afford to provoke him, he glanced at Xu Mu before leaving, and turned to leave.

Kong Xuan looked at Xu Mu, "Come with us?"

Xu Mu noticed the man's leaving-going gaze, his heart was bitter, he nodded, and drank all the wine in the bowl in one gulp, but his face was red and his ears were red, and he couldn't stop coughing.

When Xiao Er saw this scene, he hurriedly ran to find the shopkeeper.

The three of them were about to leave, and a sturdy middle-aged man walked out and returned the money to Zhou Xiao, "A few people have a meal here with me, it's a small shop, how can you ask for money." ”

Zhou Xiao is also willing to form this good fate and save money for a meal.

"I think the three of them must be from the rivers and lakes, I wonder if they are interested in this Nanban Heroes?"

Zhou Xiao didn't know what it was, seeing Kong Xuan nodding, and seeing where Xu Mu was shaking his head desperately, Zhou Xiao turned his head, "Is there a way to the store?"

The shopkeeper smiled, "Of course, a few people are please." ”

Monks are rare in Nanban, and the shopkeeper estimated that the two were not from Nanban, so he explained in detail this group of heroes.

In order to strengthen the connection between the rivers and lakes, the Nanban will hold a group meeting every four years, and the three major forces will take turns to sit in the east, this time it is in Chongyang Mountain to carry out the group meeting.

There will also be people from the two forces of Wushen Mountain and Xueyun Mountain, which are three points south of Chongyang Mountain, and now we are gathering masters in the sphere of influence of Chongyang Mountain, and above the group meeting, the other two mountains will definitely find some trouble, and we naturally can't lose face.

When you see the scenery of the Nanban rivers and lakes, you can help each other as much as you can, and you will be thanked afterwards.

The shopkeeper finished speaking and left.

"Monk, are you very interested in this group of males?"

Facing Zhou Xiao's question, Kong Xuan shook his head, "I just want to show you the world." ”

Zhou Xiao was a little unconvinced, "You've seen the world?"

"The swords and guns of the Jin Dynasty, the soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty, the terroir of the Great Qin, the favor of the Zhao State, the summer thieves of the Eastern merchants, the talented people in the forest, the alleys of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the heroes of Shu are all fortunate to appreciate it. ”

"Gotta got, yes, yes, you've seen the world, I can't compare. Zhou Xiao pulled the corners of his mouth and asked the monk to stop showing off.

Xu Mu said to Kong Xuan: "According to legend, the northern dream is the bliss of the world, and the country and the people are safe. ”

Kong Xuan's expression was full of yearning, "If you have the opportunity, you must go north to the dream country, build a temple, and promote Buddhism." ”

"If the world is like a dream country, how good it would be, there will be support for life, and there will be burial for death. Xu Mu said and tears flowed, "My dead wife and young son, I ......"

Zhou Xiao was in a trance for a while, will his father also be sad because of this troubled world, does he miss his mother? Does he miss his son? All he left back then was a tall figure and a name, and now that he has left Lin Guo, he may never see each other again in his life.

With a sour heart, Zhou Xiao drank all the spirits in the bowl in one gulp, and the strong spicy made him calm again.

Kong Xuan said in his heart: "Master, the road in the future can only be walked alone." ”

The atmosphere in the room was very oppressive, only Xu Mu's forbearant crying.

A servant in the Lin Mansion was caught in a hut, tied tightly, and the person in front of him picked up a piece of paper, "Is that so?"

The face painted on the paper was seven points similar to Zhou Xiao, and the servant nodded hurriedly, "Like, very similar, please let me go." He couldn't stop crying, "Please, please, I don't want to die." ”

The man with the paper smiled and nodded to the man behind the servant.

The servant was lifted and dragged to a water tank, where his head was pressed directly into the water, and the water in the tank gradually calmed down.

Outside the South Gate, Qin Feng stopped his horse, looked at the thousands of miles of Nanban, and drove his horse to the west, where was the snowy road to heaven.

Above the East China Sea, the waves are surging, the peerless style breaks through the sea, the two white waves behind him spread, the fish swim among the white waves, Meng Qing'an's long hair flies, and his clothes are not wet.