The time of the party is warm and fun, but everyone has something to do, and then it will naturally disperse. Ning Ji returned home and continued to practice martial arts according to today's perception, and did not monitor the little dog.

The second day is Tanabata, which is a time for women to beg for the moon and look forward to marriage, and for men, the main program is to worship the stars and pray for fame. Huaxia Jun held a lot of activities on this day, and the most lively was probably the preferential reward activities for several designated examination books in the book market.

For example, the price of folding the beautifully printed collector's book "The Principle of Gewu" into an ordinary rough print is very impressive because of the quality of the paper. Due to the detailed rules for the examination only yesterday, a large number of scholars went to buy them on this day, which caused congestion in various specialty stores, and the great Confucians and celebrities stayed above the nearby teahouse to recognize people, and scolded them bitterly, and some people shouted that this was the conspiracy of the Huaxia Army, just to let everyone split and call for unity.

Most of the people who came forward to buy books on the bright side were poor scholars, some bowed their heads and fled after buying books, and some were upright and didn't care about the accusations of a group of Confucians. On the afternoon of this day, there were gradually a lot of cases where others came forward to "buy on behalf of others", and Huaxia Jun did not stop it, and the limited purchase amount for everyone here was two sets, one for personal use, and the other set could be used to secretly sell to others.

The situation of chickens flying and dogs jumping was accompanied by the liveliness of the festival, and Ning Ji, who worked in the venue of the martial arts competition on this day, heard a lot of discussions from the outside. There were also scholars on the nearby streets who fought in groups, so that the crowd and warriors in the stadium who watched the martial arts competition ran out to see the excitement, and when they came back, they sighed, saying that the scene was a mess, but unfortunately the Huaxia army arrived too early and failed to kill people.

In the coming days, the wind in the city will often be so restless and chaotic. For Ning Ji, what he can feel most deeply is probably the fact that the number of participants in the martial arts competition has risen significantly, and the number of martial artists with internal skills and good art has gradually increased.

In the outside world, after a month or two of gathering and running-in, the leaders of both the literati and the warriors made a name for themselves through this great gathering, and people with the same purpose gradually recognized their companions together.

Among them, there are Confucian scholars who want to directly overwhelm the Huaxia Army in learning, and they are the most upright when they show up; Some scribes, who had fierce thoughts in their hearts and became increasingly wary of the Huaxia army, began to dive beneath the surface and secretly contact like-minded people; Some of the scribes swayed from side to side, the most idle; There are also a very small number of people who have accepted the Huaxia Army's concepts of the Four Peoples, Gewu, and Enlightenment, and have begun to make it clear that the chariots and horses are against those great Confucians—of course, it is not easy to say how many of them are spies.

In terms of martial arts, several masters of the inner family finally began to show overwhelming strength in the martial arts arena, which made Deningji's enthusiasm for watching the martial arts increase slightly. It's just that with the news that the Huaxia Army will select talents from the martial arts competition, the warrior's desire to express himself is stronger, and there are often accidents that break people's hands and feet, which greatly increases his workload.

Sometimes Huangshan will come over to greet him, chatting closely. Before these villains could get to work, Ning Ji was already starting to hate them.

Work during the day, hang out at night, go to Wen Shoubin's side to listen to all kinds of strange remarks, and then look at the movements of Qu Longjun who has been locked up in the courtyard all day. After a long time, he found that women were really terrible.

Since he came to Chengdu, this Qu Longjun has been locked up in the courtyard for more than a month, and he doesn't feel bored when he sees the same scenery every day - Ning Ji has been running around in the mountains since he was a child, learning martial arts with masters, watching army training, and there are also girls among his childhood friends, all of whom have learned martial arts from Aunt Hongti and Aunt Gua. For these girls, they can be alive and kicking in the field for ten days without food, and it is estimated that they will have to cry and call their mother if they are locked up in the yard for three days like Qu Longjun.

It's really a specialty......

When the bad guys were verbally blind and didn't act at all, Ning Ji's thinking became more and more divergent, looking at Qu Longjun, he didn't want to kill every day like before.

When he came down from the battlefield and went to see the families of many of his deceased comrades, he heard that these enemies were coming to make trouble, and he held his breath and pointed at whoever had committed it to him. Who knew that after a month of surveillance, such ambitions would be consumed by the enemy. Sometimes Qu Longjun was in a daze downstairs, and he was in a daze upstairs, only thinking that these people were really pathetic, angry and pitiful.

After the hottest dog days in this way, which were actually not uncomfortable, it was July 13, and Chen Fan, brother and sister-in-law and others came to celebrate his birthday. In the evening, Aunt Gua and his father, who were full of opportunities, also secretly came to encourage him to study and make progress in the future and make progress every day, which was the clear early autumn when he had just turned fourteen.

Time passes day by day, and the restless Chengdu on the bright side makes people unable to see too many clues of chaos......

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In the middle of July, in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, yellow paper and white flags floated in the sky, and occasionally bull-headed horse-faced paper paraded through the streets during the day.

Qu Longjun lit the paper money in the north-facing corner of the courtyard to pay tribute to his father who died at the hands of the Huaxia Army many years ago.

In various places on the Chengdu Plain, there are also large and small memorials going on. Under the peaceful sunlight, on the north side of Meizhou, in a prisoner camp near the station of the First Division of the Fifth Army of China, Wan Yan Qingjue stood in the high fence, watching the scene of the cavalry gathering and setting off not far away.

"What's wrong?"

"Hangou's side, what's going on......

"Someone came to save us?"

The camp was small and was staffed by a number of selected high-ranking prisoners of war. They already knew that they would be taken to Chengdu in half a month to attend the prisoner sacrifice ceremony. This would be one of the most humiliating moments for the Jurchens in forty years, but it was no longer conceivable.

However, at this moment, a group of Jurchen nobles and generals with full war minds saw the unusual departure of the Huaxia Army this time, and when they encountered any unexpected situation, everyone's thoughts couldn't help but come alive.

Of course, looking at the guards around the camp, they understood that it was impossible to escape, and they could only hope that the great commander or the god of Ceres' ingenuity would come up with some good way to come to their rescue......

Looking back at Chengdu, in the afternoon, the watermelon had already packed up, and with a team of guards, he was ready to get on the horse and leave Yingbin Road. Ning Yi gave her a paragraph: "This time, take care." ”

"I'm leaving, you take care, I always feel that some people can't hold it anymore." Watermelon held her husband's hand, looking slightly embarrassed, "Otherwise, call Sister Hongti to come over......"

"There are so many people here, and Chen Fan is secretly watching, what is my mother-in-law and mother-in-law." Ning Yi smiled, "If you leave, they will be more likely to fall in, don't worry, what can a few gangsters do, your man has experienced a hundred battles, and whoever comes will die." ”

“…… After all, it is the bloody slaughter of the world. Watermelon hesitated, but laughed.

Ning Yi slapped her: "Okay, don't be poor." It's good for you to go out of town with great fanfare. ”

The two cherished each other again, and Watermelon rode towards the west gate of Chengdu with her guards, and along the way, she could feel the unusual gaze.

……

At the same time, Lu Liutong was sitting at the top seat as the most important guest at a party, and in the courtyard, some young martial artists competed with each other, and he gave some advice to some martial arts seniors next to him.

"Martial arts, the most important thing is this kind of exchange. Speaking of which, during the Jianshuo period, the fall of the Central Plains also relatively promoted the southern spread of the northern boxing...... According to the old man, yes, it's a good thing, it means that there is communication, it's very clear, it's a bad thing, it's not enough communication......"

Although he is old, he also has a lot of insight because of this, and in the midst of some guidance, everyone nodded and sighed. The two young martial artists who had been instructed were even more pleased, and they both felt that listening to the words of these martial arts seniors was better than staying at home and practicing for ten years.

At the venue of the martial arts competition, Lu Liutong's son Lu Xiaolun broke one of his opponent's legs with a yellow clay hand. The referee declared him victorious, and he was still talking to the other party, watching the man roll over with his broken leg, and sneered: "Tell you to jump, you can't jump!" ”

The young doctor who jumped on the stage to treat the wounded with a broken leg pushed him away, and his face was quite unhappy: "Don't get in the way, you won." ”

"Hey, he can't heal this injury, don't bother, it's lame!"

"Go away."

The young doctor squatted on the ground and began to skillfully carry out emergency treatment. The corners of Lu Xiaolun's eyes moved, he has been beating people and broken bones all year round, and he is also a good hand at healing, this little doctor is skilled when he looks at the technique, maybe he can really cure the other party, such a young little doctor may be the Huaxia Army who came down from the battlefield - he immediately disliked the cold face of the Huaxia Army.

Like the ungrateful guys of that day's sword, his eyes are above the top!

After the referee declared the victory, he got out of the ring, walked over to the wounded and the little doctor who were giving first aid on the spot, stood next to him and said, "Little friend, have you been on the battlefield?" ”

The little doctor had a little blood on his face, his eyes were focused, and he ignored him. Lu Xiaolun walked to the side, and with a random area under his feet, he wanted to silently take the man's broken leg crooked again.

The foot was raised casually, and with a snap, the little doctor's hand had somehow turned sideways and pressed on his thigh, not with much force, but he pressed his leg and foot back before he could exert his strength. In an instant, the hairs on Lu Xiaolun's back stood up, and the little doctor who was squatting on the ground looked up like a cold poisonous snake: "What are you doing?" Good point walking. ”

He let go of his hand, and at that moment, Sen Han seemed to have an illusion fading, and Lu Xiaolun walked towards the sidelines.

There was a faint cold sweat behind him.

Lu Xiaolun is now in his early fifties, he was very hedonistic and sociable when he was young, although he played around, but the occasional travel did broaden his horizons, and now he is a good martial artist in the green forest. But at that moment, he couldn't even tell if the little military doctor was because of intuition or because of martial arts blocking him.

He just vaguely felt that if the other party had martial arts and had any sharp weapons in his hands, at that moment, his thigh blood had already been cut. Such a key point, was pressed casually, and he didn't even react, was the other party's martial arts high, or was he careless......

Considering the age of the other party, he thinks that the biggest possibility is that he was careless.

The early autumn evening sun shone on the streets of Chengdu, and after meeting with a junior brother who had followed, he walked towards the place where his father was attending the party not far away, and he was still thinking about the little military doctor on the way. After walking a few streets like this, on a street where there were not many pedestrians, the junior brother next to him suddenly pulled him. Lu Xiaolun looked up and looked ahead, a tall man wearing a gray-white turban was coming towards them, and his eyes were not kind.

This man is burly, half a head taller than Lu Xiaolun, his hands are thick, his fists and knuckles are full of calluses, and he is obviously also a green forest man with good art. Lu Xiaolun doesn't care about the other party's size, he has learned all his life to break bones, and he is not afraid of hard skills, but some of the sharp weapons and kung fu that are quick can pose a threat to him. looked at each other at the moment and arched his hand.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

The man walked evenly, shook his fists, and was still coming over: "Lu Xiaolun, the descendant of the old man Liutong, has been in the city recently, talking about the flaws of the sword, I will try your martial arts." Hand in hand. ”

Recently, Lu Xiaolun and his father have participated in various grand events, and they have also paid attention to the masters who have poured into Chengdu to participate in martial arts competitions during this time, but they have no impression of the person in front of them. The other party's attitude was calm, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of him, his hands were open, and he leaned on that figure, but he really had the momentum of devouring heaven and earth. Lu Xiaolun pounced straight up.

The arms of the two smashed each other hard in the air, Lu Xiaolun only felt that his arms hurt, he closed his arms, and took the opponent's left arm with the kung fu of eagle claws, and when he grabbed it, he was about to break it, and the fist on his side was howling!

This punch slammed up along the left ribs, Lu Xiaolun felt a sound in his head, only to feel that all his internal organs were turning, and he had to vomit out the overnight meal, and the surging pain passed to his head, and the next moment, his eagle claws could no longer grasp the opponent's arm, the other party took a step back, punched him in the face, and then grabbed him with a stride, spun and flew out.

Lu Xiaolun's body rolled out on the road, and the loess flew all over the ground. The junior brother who was standing next to him was about to rush forward, and the big man's vinegar bowl fist slammed down, knocking the opponent to the ground and fainting.

Lu Xiaolun vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground and tried to get up, but struggled unsuccessfully because of the churning in his stomach. The big man didn't kill him, and at this time, looking at the pair of senior brothers on the road, he finally shook his head: "Alas, it's a reputation again......

"You're, you...... It's ......"

Lu Xiaolun resisted the feeling of throwing up all the time, and spoke with difficulty. After 30 years of mixing in the green forest, he knew that he could be beaten, but he couldn't know the identity of the person who beat himself, such as being beaten by Zhou Dong, Lin Zongwu, and the demons. The man in front of him is so skilled, how can he be nameless.

Under the setting sun, the man did not answer, and disappeared on the other side of the road in a blink of an eye.

……

The figure who beat Lu Xiaolun walked through several streets and came to the outside of the martial arts venue, just as today's competition began to end. He found a hat to put on, and quietly looked at the resumes and deeds of the "masters" in front of the billboard on the side of the road, estimating their martial arts, and hoping to see some clues about the strength of the Huaxia army, or hoping to find out how strong the martial arts of the demon were.

Over the past few days, he has also been cautiously looking for companions who may be trustworthy several times, and he thought that the Lu family, who was touted as the leader of the green forest and seemed to have some trouble with the tyrant sword, could be so powerful, who knows how powerful he is, and he is a rat generation.

Looking at the crowd that came out of the tournament venue, his gaze was slightly complicated. He has practiced boxing all his life and is obsessed with martial arts, if possible, he originally wanted to join such a master competition and explore the reality of the world's martial artists.

But that's okay too.

This time, it was Zuo Xiang Tieyan who personally visited him and begged him to come out of the mountain.

Death for a confidant.

Some small pleasures had to be put down.

Wang Xiangfo thought so in his heart.

Seeing this for a while, he walked forward and left the street. On the side of the road, the little doctor who bought a piece of pig's head and carried it stepped on the way home and passed by him.

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The sun is sinking into the horizon, and someone is gathering in private.

“…… If you don't do it again, the Huaxia Army will enter the city after dealing with the surrounding affairs. ”

“…… Today's meeting is for this purpose. ”

“…… This afternoon, Liu Xigua took people out of the city. ”

“…… She's on an urgent matter. ”

“…… After the Battle of the Southwest, the Huaxia army captured nearly 40,000 Jin soldiers and surrendered to the Han army, with a total of more than 100,000 ......"

“…… The resettlement and integration of these people, the control of the entire Sichuan Fourth Road, and all kinds of aftermath have exhausted the strength of the Fifth Army of China......"

“…… They are going to draw their hands, and in early August, they will hold a military parade to sacrifice prisoners......"

“…… Desperate for military force. ”

“…… It's useless to scold......"

“…… The Huaxia army needs time to deal with things, our people are not coming quickly, and now there is a commotion outside, and now it seems that if they don't do it for a while, these soldiers will have to fight themselves......"

“…… If you want to do something, you only have this time......"

“…… Fortunately, the old bull next to them had an accident......"

“…… The badao surnamed Liu came forward to calm the situation, and the first division of the Fifth Army of Huaxia also received the order and dispatched urgently, so that their strength will be tight for several days......"

“…… In the middle of the festival, open the ghost door. That's it for a few days...... What do you think? ”

……

……

……

Time was silent for a long time, and someone knocked his finger down.

Bang.

“…… It will be able to respond to every call. ”

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……

In the courtyard, Ning Ji, who came back a little late, lit the yellow paper, put the pig's head meat in front of him, and paid tribute to the three or two people in his memory. The autumn night was even more pleasant, and he was not yet old enough to truly understand the meaning of the sacrifice, so after talking for a while, he ate the pork head with rice.

The summer is over, he is a year older, and the outside is peaceful, which is completely different from the atmosphere before the Jurchens came. There may not be any fighting, killing, and killing going on.

…… Disappointed.