In a moment of trance, countless noisy sounds are still buzzing in the ears, and the picture in the darkness will become a sea of blood, and the waves on the sea of blood will rise and fall.

The waves turned into a crowd one after another, and in the crazy fighting, there was a loud cry of "ah-" from Yan Xiyin, and then, a pillar of blood and a human head flew up.

On the other side of the spectrum, the figure rushed up from the crowd, it was the figure of his wife, who had always been resolute and resolute, and touched the human head in mid-air and threw it at him.

At that moment, he seemed to be able to see the resolute look in his wife's eyes, and even the deepest trace of attachment in his eyes, and then his wife fell, rushed towards those Jurchen generals, and was finally drowned in the crowd and blood waves......

The man didn't flick his tears, he was already in his fifties, and only at that moment, he felt the taste of tears.

There was a sound in the night forest, and Fu Lu woke up from the tree, and the injuries on his body had become numb, and his spirit began to become tired and trance. He reached out and touched the head of the man in the burden on his chest, gritted his teeth, jumped off the branch, and ran with difficulty towards the farther place.

In the rear, the Jurchen cavalry was still in hot pursuit......

……

Corpses stenched in the air, dragon tattoos, wriggling in the ruins.

On the body, countless scars cut the tattoos that were originally visible in shape, and shredded them.

He squirmed a little higher, and turned over with difficulty, and the soapy moon fell from the sky.

As to why he was still alive, he was powerless to imagine. But at this moment, around his body, when tens of thousands of corpses in this ruined city began to stink, he looked at the sky and felt for the first time that this moonlight was so beautiful.

Soon after, it began to rain in the sky, and little drops of rain entered his parched lips.

In the darkness, someone staggered to their feet......

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The setting sun is about to set with the moisture of rain. The last rays of light were sprinkled in the sky. Zhu Biao saw the note that Ning Yi was reading. Stood for a while.

"That senior Zhou, I'm afraid I don't want to be pushed to some altar or something......" he said.

"He won't mind." Ning Yi lowered his head and replied simply.

The wind blows from this field, and it seems that autumn is even colder.

Look back and think about it. His contact with Zhou Dong. But only twice. And every time we meet, it seems to be a little unhappy.

The first time was in Shandong, when he was asked by the Taiwei Mansion to come and kill himself, although he didn't do it in the end. However, the three-fist covenant with Hongti also caused Hongti to be injured and vomit blood. In addition, he later meddled with Hong Ti and said that he was a master and apprentice, implying that it was better for Hong Ti to leave him, which made Ning Yiding dislike this old man with a stern face.

The second time they met, at the beginning of last year, when Taoting County arrested those martial artists, Zhou Tong suddenly appeared. At first glance, it seemed that it was for the group of martial arts people to intercede, but later I learned that he was trying to prevent the group of martial arts people from doing it to himself, and he rushed thousands of miles to Taoting overnight. Even so, Ning Yi still didn't like this old man.

After all, they are all people with an extremely hard outlook on life, each with a set of self-consistent and mature ways of doing things, and they are all top people in their own fields. After being able to see through each other's actions, it is difficult to cover up those things that do not agree. But even so, the old man was doing those things in his field with integrity, and Ning Yi still admired him after all.

The war had just begun, and all the news was piled up and stuffed at everyone. That old man has always been alive and well, and there is no one in the world who is invincible, even if a master like Lin Zongwu is shouting all day long to find him alone, it really makes people think of it, but it is just a smile, for this upright old man, no one really thinks that something will happen to him, but he can't imagine that this war has just begun, and he died in such a thing.

But when I turned my head and thought about it, such a fate seemed to be the most suitable for that old man. Although success or failure can lead to death, how could that old man be left behind in such a thing as assassinating the commander of the invader? How can you hesitate?

Thinking about it this way, it becomes a matter of course......

In any case, the news of the old man's death always makes people's hearts feel a little empty.

"Killed eight generals, but didn't kill Sticky Han. Moreover, there are dozens of green forest people, and there are not many people who have come to kill me, it is really ......" Ning Yi looked at the rice field on the side of the road not far away, shook his head, and muttered.

When he opened his mouth like this, Zhu Biao was not easy to talk to, and there was a little stunned in his eyes, but after a while, he remembered one thing: "However, it is ...... to say it like this." Is my sister-in-law the first in the world? ”

"Red men...... Ning Yi remembered, then glanced at Zhu Biao, revealing a strange and evil smile, "Yes, haha, what did you say...... Seems right. ”

"Haha."

"Hahahaha."

“……”

“……”

"You know, there are some people, when he is alive, you see that he is not pleasing to the eye, and you are not happy with him. But one day you suddenly heard that he was dead, and you thought he shouldn't have died like this. This kind of person is a ...... who has really lived a lifetime."

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The same news has spread all over the world, and in the ears of different people, it has different meanings. Some people are sad, some are happy, some are melancholy, some are indifferent, of course, more are ordinary people who don't understand who Zhou Dong is.

Xiangzhou, when he suddenly heard the news of Zhou Dong's death, Yue Fei was raising silver to complete the weapons and armor for the more than 300 soldiers under his command, he raised 150 taels of silver, and was about to hand over the silver to the official in charge of ordnance, when he heard the news of Zhou Dong's death.

It had been a long time since he had seen Master in person.

Under the teaching of Zhou Dong, he learned art and became a teacher. Yue Fei went to join the army. Zhou Tong traveled all over the world, acting chivalrous and righteous, passed through Tangyin three times and sent some silver to his family, but Yue Fei and Zhou Dong only met once. As Zhou Dong's last personal disciple, the temperament of the two has the same strict side. Yue Fei could understand his master's thoughts, and once he was out of the master's mind, he wouldn't interfere too much in his disciple's affairs. But he has hopes for his disciples. But it is self-evident.

"Take the right path."

When he left the school, the old man just said something simply. Maybe it's also because the teacher's spirit and body are too good, and when the bad news came, he was also in a trance. Stood on the street for a moment. He walked into the agreed restaurant with red eyes. The bag containing the silver money was given to the officer who issued the quartermaster.

When the other party left him down for a drink. He made an excuse and left. The officials who stayed behind opened the bag and looked at it, and there was a clear one on the silver ingot. Fingerprints pinched out by hand.

"Soldier ruffian......" The official pursed his lips, cursed in a low voice, and after drinking a glass of wine, he also sang a little song and left.

Soon after, Yue Fei's soldiers got their equipment.

Many people in the green forest gradually learned about Zhou Dong's death from the propaganda of Zhuji, but it was a later story. Related to this, a man who used to be named Lin Chong and later changed his name to Mu Yi learned the news, it was in the chaos a long time later, when the news of the old man's sacrifice had spread all over the world.

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In autumn, in the inn near Miaojiang, there was a bang, and the floor collapsed.

Several important leaders of the Great Light Sect ran downstairs, and in the midst of the chaos, they saw the most wolf side of the sect leader.

Lin Zongwu, who had a huge body, stepped directly on the floor from upstairs, fell down, and just smashed a table of wine below, and the overturned soup and water hung on his body, which also frightened several people who were eating around.

Lin Zongwu's left hand was holding a note with the news, and his right hand was clenched into a fist. He stood in the tatters of the round table in a daze, unaware that the soup and other objects were sliding down his body, and after a while, his teeth moved.

"Ahhh......hhh Ahh

The roar came from his throat, and as he raised his head, it began to rise continuously, the sun shone in, his wide brocade robe danced, and the sound expanded in all directions, like a reckless ox, like a bell, and gradually like a sea tide, like thunder, and under the strong internal force, the whole inn seemed to tremble, and the sound could be heard for miles and for a long time.

"Who said that...... He could have died like this......"

When the sound finally stopped, they saw Lin Zongwu, whose eyes were red, shaking the note in his hand, and then finally began to walk out in a trance, and when he passed the pillar outside the inn, he punched the wooden pillar with his hand. After a while, half of the inn, which had been sloppily repaired, collapsed in the rear.

The dust rose, pedestrians were running, and Lin Zongwu looked at the sunlight, and all of them turned pale.

There was an era that should have belonged to him, but due to insufficient strength, they were forced to leave the center of the era by Fang La and others after all. When he came out this time, he hoped that this was his time, and he knew that this should be his time. He wanted to fight the old man, and if it was the Iron Arm, he was willing to pay a great price to seek a victory.

The only pity is that Zhou Tong is already old, and even if he really faces him, he will be a little invincible.

But now, he has completely lost this opportunity.

The moment he got the news, Lin Zongwu suddenly understood that from now on, no matter who he defeated, in the eyes of the world, he could no longer defeat that old man.

……

If there are heroes in the world, why not see heroes here......

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On the afternoon of the second day after receiving the news of Zhou Dong's death, the convoy approached the temporary camp of the Wurui battalion.

Qin Shaoqian, who had a big beard, came out with his own soldiers from inside, and the army of 50,000 people, who had originally guarded the left and close places of Shandong, and Ning Yi had contributed to the attack on Liangshan, had now been commanded by him.

"Here we are." Qin Shaoqian arched his hand to Ning Yi.

"Here we are." Ning Yi also arched his hand.

Wanyan Zongwang's troops deterred Jinan, and Wanyan Zonghan surrounded Taiyuan. The massive Fortified Clearfield has already begun, and there are many more things waiting for them to do...... (To be continued......)

PS: I wanted to write the last chapter in 2014, but it became the first chapter in 2015. It's okay, double the monthly pass, ask for a guaranteed monthly pass ^_^