/./ Chapter 3 (Part 2)

In a flash. Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Songling's neck. An diagonal span is followed by a sideways turn. Hiding his body behind a warhorse. Look at the opposite side again. I saw a tower-like man staring straight at him on horseback. With a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"What are you staring at me for?" Zhang Songling asked angrily. The right hand is pressed on the box cannon. Always ready to draw a gun. This place is very close to the Black Stone Village. If you shoot . It will definitely attract the attention of the little devils and puppet troops in the city. This in turn affected his entire assassination operation. But if you don't use a firearm. Just from the difference in size between the enemy and the enemy. Zhang Songling knew that he didn't have the slightest chance of winning.

"Hmph." The Black Tower let out a cold snort from its nostrils. The legs gently clamped the horse's belly. The yellow horse under the crotch seems to understand the owner's mind. Raise your head too. Hissed proudly. Run away.

Zhang Songling is not chasing either. Neither does it if it is not chased. One hand propped up next to the saddle. Free your other hand to wipe the sweat lightly. Just a few seconds of confrontation. The pressure on him was no weaker than any battle he had ever experienced. And a voice in his subconscious told him very directly. Just now if the two sides are fighting. He didn't stand any chance of winning.

"Hi Yi also Hey also also. Hey, yes, too, oh, hey, ......yes, hey, Pride to the extreme. It is also heroic to the extreme. Zhang Songling glanced at the other party's back that was about to disappear again. Pouted. Whispered and scolded: "What the way of the world. Being a bandit should be so arrogant."

The scolding is over. And he admonished himself in his heart. Don't underestimate the heroes in the recklessness. If the traitor Zhu Er is one of the four King Kongs. There can be a person who is as skilled as the black tower just now. The assassination that followed. I'm afraid I'm going to have to add a lot of variables.

There was an alertness in my heart. He was getting more and more careful in what he did. The first half of the road leading from Heishizhai to the front banner of Wuqi Yete was repeated four or five times. Only from among the dozens of hidden places within a hundred meters on both sides of the road. Picked out four of the best locations for ambushes. And then after some careful comparison. Removed the two closest and farthest places to the Black Rock Village. The remaining two places were marked with wildflowers. Prepared as a preferred and alternate location for assassination operations.

Time flies by in the busy. When Zhang Songling found a hidden place to hide the long and short guns again. The sun also set on the edge of the sea of grass. The golden sunlight swept against the tips of the grass. Shine the heavens and the earth in a colorful light. He moved his muscles a few times in the fringed sunlight. Step on the pastoral song and return in the direction of the Black Stone Village.

At this point. Zhang Songling can finally steal some leisure. Enjoy the magnificence of the grasslands. The sky fell upside down like a cauldron. Buckle on an endless sea of green. A few hills are faintly visible in the distance. The short ones can be swallowed up by the grass waves at any time. Lonely on top of a big tree. Flocks of birds chirping. Singing in a low voice. Suddenly, a few pastoral songs came. The sound of birdsong immediately became an accompaniment. And when the long pastoral song is blown away by the wind. The grass waves are undulating. Clusters of flaming flowers are revealed.

Dotted flowers are like stars on the sea. One of the brightest of them. It's the lonely Black Stone Village. The city lives up to its name. The walls are made of black stone on all sides. Under the low city walls. There are also tens of thousands of black stones messily arranged. Big and small. The face is full of vicissitudes. I don't know how many years it has been sleeping in the depths of the steppe. I don't know how many vicissitudes I've seen.

As Yu Laosi and others introduced. Black Stone is exclusively owned by Black Stone Village. Fifty meters away from the city walls. I could not find a stone of the same color. Even a hill dozens of miles away. They are not the same color as the city walls. They are mostly purple-red in the setting sun. It's like a piece of air-dried beef. And the walls of the Black Stone Village and around the city walls. But it's a warm ink. It's strikingly dark. It's so dark. It's oppressive and desolate.

Zhang Songling doesn't like this kind of low black. Riding a horse around the city for half a circle. He saw that he set his eyes on the huge stone circle two and a half miles west of the city. This is in the eyes of the locals. In addition to the city walls, there is another place of interest. The desolation contrasts with the nearby city walls. And the majestic place is far superior. Zhang Songling glanced at it with his eyes. Find the smallest stone to pick out. I'm afraid it weighs more than a dozen tons. The larger ones are five meters tall. Three meters wide. Like a slice of beef tongue. Straight in the melting pot of heaven and earth.

More than a dozen boulders form a circle around them. Carrying the same huge stone as a beam overhead. Look at it from afar. It's like a giant pens. And such a huge herd. I'm afraid that only Kunpeng and Baxia are worthy of it.(Note 1)

"I'm afraid this is a place used by the ancients to worship the heavens. I don't know how they managed to drag such huge rocks together." With the knowledge of the textbooks. Zhang Songling deduced that the boulder circle in front of him should be an altar. It's just that the ages are too far apart. People have long forgotten what it is used for. That's why it was allowed to crawl with lichens and moss.

I was about to go inside and take a closer look. Suddenly. A black cloud of smoke rose from the middle of the altar. Immediately after. The arrogant long tune I've heard in the morning. There was a sound from behind the stones." Hi Yi also also Hey also also. Hey, yes, too, oh, hey, yes, hey......, yes, hey, hey, yes, hey

"It's this guy again. It's ghostly." Zhang Songling jumped off the horse vigilantly. Stooped down and picked up a rotten piece of wood from the ground that had been there for an unknown number of years. Hold it up in front of your chest. Singing man in a boulder circle. I also heard the sound of horses' hooves outside. Stop singing. Leading the war horse to flash out from behind the boulder. I saw that the person who came was Zhang Songling. He quickly took a step back. Cover your tower-like body with stones. Then his eyes widened. Shouted and asked." Brat. What are you doing with me?"

"Follow you... Am I idle.." Zhang Songling pouted disdainfully. Could it be that this stone circle was built by your house? No one else can stop by and have a look.."

"Of course not." Black Tower was stunned by the question. Answer casually. Forthwith. Put down the hand that is pressed on your waist. Look Zhang Songling up and down again. When I found that the other party was only holding a rotten tree branch in my hand as a self-defense. I couldn't help but laugh dumbly. Shook his head. Pull out the mount. Without hesitation, I went to the west.

"Hi Yi also Hey also also. Hey, Yi also yelled, Ou Ou roared, hey, Yi also hey, Yo ...... "The wordless long tune sounded again. Like the evening breeze sweeping across the grassland. Arrogant and desolate.

Note 1: Kunpeng. The legendary big bird. Juvenile for kun. Fish-shaped. Adult for Peng. Bird-shaped. The wings are thousands of miles in size. Tyrant. Legendary giant turtle. Able to carry three mountains and five mountains.

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