There were no signs, no starlight, no direction of the fork in the road, only endless earth under his feet, and at a speed not inferior to Mo Yun, from time to time a vine would suddenly protrude from behind, trying to grab Mo Yun's ankle and drag him into the ground.

Mo Yun ran wildly, the toxins were cleaned up, the impact on his body still existed, his breath was not smooth and wishful, it was originally comparable to the speed of chasing the wind and electricity, it was difficult to do.

Unfortunately, the morning light in the distance had already dyed a touch of red on the horizon, and the white cloth outside the building could not appear in the light for a reason that Mo Yun didn't know. Otherwise, with the perverted speed at which the building outside the building can reach the southwest border from Lin'an City in half a night, Mo Yun's feet will not be useful even if he chases the wind and shadows.

Behind him, the dirt flew all the way, and most of the vines chasing Mo Yun's footsteps were specific displays of the white cloth Rong Xuanli.

Along the way, Mo Yun thought about hiding in a small forest or a bush to avoid Bai Youcheng's scout soldiers, but this decision almost killed him, and Bai Bu Rongmu's Xuan Vein just happened to be able to play a role in these places.

It took a lot of effort for Mo Yun to escape into the plains.

A large number of people from the Song Kingdom went out to trade, which led to the decay of the villages, and the population gathered in the fourteen prefectures accounted for almost half of the Song Kingdom. Only some of the famous families have some villagers who work in the estates in various places.

However, the southwest border is not very far from Lin'an City, so there are no decent villages on the road in Moyun.

"Damn the country of commerce." Mo Yun scolded in his mouth.

In an instant, he thought of the ten-year tax promised by Hong Xuchou, he really could give his life, and the first thing that came to mind was why he didn't sign the downstream commission agreement first, why did he turn around and rush up to this troubled water. Even if you pay a deposit or something first, it's good to provide Xiaoqian's life.

Thinking about the deposit, Mo Yun sighed that he was a hard-working person, and he had to keep busy trying to make money.

Earlier, if I really agreed to Bai Youcheng, although the risk was very large, the return was also considerable. Compared with Hong Xuchou...... Well, think about it rationally, Hong Xuchou looks much more reliable.

At least he mentioned a ten-year tax, which was Jun coins, which were Jun coins that could be caught in his hands.

Bai Youcheng's throne? Hehe, I can support you to the throne today, and I can bring you to prison tomorrow.

Isn't Hong Xuchou a typical precedent, and His Royal Highness is also counted.

It's much easier to be a rich man than a rebel.

No powerful officialdom can die in an instant, and if there is no money, at least he can save his life, and it is a big deal to make money from scratch.

I hope that Hong Xuchou will finally be able to win this war, which has already involved half of the Plains of Battles.

Although, the Song Kingdom can no longer go back to the Song Kingdom of Zhao Xu's era.

On the chaotic land of the Zhuzhan Plains, the forty years of Chengping belonging to the Song Kingdom, such special treatment has come to an end with his death.

The iron hooves of the troubled times will eventually re-set foot on this land, crush it under their feet, and cannot be resisted.

Mo Yun just didn't expect that its collapse and chaos would come so quickly.

Before many could react, they were already overwhelmed by the rolling torrent.

This reminded Mo Yun of a sentence once said in the book:

I saw it rise up, and I saw it collapse.

The world is impermanent, the changes are chaotic, and there is no guess.

It seems that there is a pair of big hands called fate behind this special country to promote its rise and fall metabolism.

In just a few days, he seemed to be involved in the changes in the country, and he always seemed to be a bystander.

What he could be sure of was that the cause of the country's demise had been planted many years earlier.

He's just a catalyst at best, like a spark falling on a wood doved with alcohol.

"I still have to buy a big yard for Xiaoqian in Nanjun, take good care of her, and wait for Fang Cha to come over and be a rich man. How can you die in such a place...... Damn, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get a tiger. For Xiaoqian, for freedom! Mo Yun took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and rushed towards Hang'an Mansion. The vines behind him didn't seem to expect him to turn halfway, and they couldn't stop them at the first time, and by the time they turned around, Mo Yun had already run a long distance.

The vines only pursued for a while, and then slowly retreated, as if as long as Mo Yun's direction was not Lin'an City, Bai Burong would follow him.

Hang'an Mansion, which was the only place that Mo Yun knew of where there were still a large number of people on the way.

The morning light is faint, and Yuan Mouliang and Xu Buyan have just experienced an invasion of the eight princes side by side.

The allied forces of the various countries bypassed Hang'an Mansion and were hurrying towards Lin'an City.

……

Mo Yun stood in a ruin somewhere and stared blankly for a while, feeling that something was heavy on his chest and something on his cheeks wetting him.

He raised his hand and touched his face, it was tears.

The corpses full of pits and valleys were silent and motionless, compared to them, there were very few people busy back and forth, and at a rough glance, only one hundred and ten people were scattered in all directions.

The camp I had seen before had been burned to the ground, and a large number of charred bodies had been removed.

"Mingcheng is completely destroyed, whether it is a name or a person. They all died in the fire. I've never seen so many rain of arrows carrying clusters of fire, and the fire that ignited spread to the entire refugee camp in an instant, and probably less than 10% of them were saved. They died right in front of my eyes, and I watched them wail and cry from the top of the city, but I was afraid that I couldn't do anything about it......" Gao Zheng Jinwei, who has always been happy and sunny, described the sudden battle that happened last night for Mo Yun, and said that he was already choked up, and tears soaked his face.

"Our family must go to His Majesty the Emperor, and we must not spare it...... spared these frenzied princes. When Gonggong Liu heard that Mo Yun had arrived, he thanked him for saving his life, and immediately went out of the city with Gao Zhengjin. Until now, they feel that their chests are clutched by the people who died unjustly in the sea of fire, and they are crying out for Bei Jin's life.

"Your Majesty the Emperor won't care, you just kneel down and beg, it's useless. The empire needs to be stable, it needs to divert the cause of civil strife, and if it does not provoke a war in the Plains of Battles and Fangwuyuan, Your Majesty the Emperor will not be able to sleep at all. Xu Buyan didn't know when he appeared here, and when he heard Gonggong Liu's words, he couldn't help but sarcastically.

"You!" Gonggong Liu trembled his hands, pointed at Xu Buyan, and glared at him angrily. After a while, Gonggong Liu put down his hand helplessly, and couldn't help but cover his face and cry bitterly, crying silently.

In the land of Dongzhou, the real source of war and chaos, but anyone who understands knows that it is two great empires.

The two envoys from the source of the war could not have understood this very well.

"Who can save them? This has been the case for hundreds of years in the Plains of Wars, and it is rare for an aspiring king to rise to a moment, and when he is almost unified, he is either suddenly stabbed to death or overthrown by his own subordinates...... The rest of them were mediocre, busy fighting but never looking up at the curtain of the sky, who was pulling them and manipulating them like puppets. I used to think that the Emperor of the Jun Empire would be different. Gao Zhengjin wiped away his tears, sniffled, looked at the charred land, and muttered, "I should have known how he could have ...... Benevolent. ”

The names of the eight princes have long been clarified, and there are both the Jin Empire and the Jun Empire behind them.

"Help yourself. Isn't Fang Wuyuan's non-return to the God of Killing just to save himself? Yuan Mouliang packed his bags, led an old horse, and followed the rest of the errands, less than fifty people.

"He's just a flash in the pan, and the Prime Minister won't let him jump so happily. Today you see him jumping so badly, tomorrow he has to turn the bottom upside down! Gonggong Liu wiped his face, as a person from the inner palace of the Jin Empire, he somewhat knew that the result of that war was a fiasco. For this war to be so bad, the whole Jin Empire was very unconvinced, "If it weren't for the [Tiance Army] not obeying the order and forcibly attacking." How can 3,000 break an army of 50,000! ”

Mo Yun and the others looked at Yuan Mou Liang, and Yuan Mou Liang stiffened his neck: "Lao Tzu will definitely take revenge!" ”

A few people who knew the inside story let out an "oh" in unison.

Gonggong Liu looked at their actions suspiciously, but no one explained to him. It's not that he doesn't want to pay attention to it, but he is worried that he, an old man, is afraid that he won't be able to withstand Yuan Mou Liang's punch.

"You want to go back to Lin'an?" Mo Yun asked.

"Together? Anyway, he is the latest head of the Song Kingdom, no matter what the battle situation is, Lao Tzu should always go back and say goodbye. Yuan Mou Liang laughed, but it touched his wound, baring his teeth and hissing at his face.

"Xu Buyan, do you know anyone who knows the trail here? The white cloth Rong Xuanli embodied vines may be waiting for me on the avenue. Mo Yun turned to Xu Buyan and asked.

"What the hell do you want to help Hong Xuchou, His Royal Highness Zhao Yi is here, and he is where the orthodoxy lies......" Xu Buyan didn't finish speaking, but was interrupted by Mo Yun.

Mo Yun said: "Xiao Qian, Xiao Yu is in Lin'an City. What's more, my rescue of Hong Xuchou is also equivalent to saving Lin'an City. You don't want to go back to Lin'an City and see only ruins. ”

"But......" Although Xu Buyan no longer expects the murderer, he still wants to discuss this matter with Mo Yun.

"Don't be...... I'm a ranger, when will I become a Song State Xunmin, I have to listen to you. Hurry. Saving lives matters. Go find one. ”

Xu Buyan shook his head and turned around to find a nearby countryman to be Mo Yun's guide.

"Do you have such a deep sense of righteousness?" Gao Zhengjin raised his hand, "Of course, that little girl must be saved." ”

Mo Yun blinked his eyes and thought for a while: "The reward given by Hong Xuchou is relatively sufficient. ”

Gao Zhengjin rolled his eyes, and finally laughed out loud when he wanted to hold back: "I know that you kid doesn't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles." ”

Mo Yun shrugged his shoulders: "Who let you all be either envoys or sect leaders, or actual controllers, all of them have official identities." I'm just a little ranger. You're all talking about big things, so I'm not going to say a few words...... Hey, I'm shameless. ”

Mo Yun exhaled, looked at it for a while in a daze, and dragged Gao Zhengjin to help carry the corpse.

Then Gonggong Liu also bent his old waist to help.

Yuan Mouliang didn't call Mo Yun either, he found a ruin, sat down, and beckoned: "Come, a few more words." ”

"Lin'an City is waiting for you to report the news." Xu Buyan's expression was serious.

"Hey, if you say you don't care, doesn't that show it. Do you think Lao Tzu reported the news, and Lin'an City could be saved? Leave in a moment. I really want to stay in this land and fight. I wanted to see blood, but all I saw were dead bodies...... It's so embarrassing. ”

"I'm sorry, I arrested you at that time." Xu Buyan said suddenly.

"Blessed by misfortune, Lao Tzu has also become a chief teacher." Yuan Mou Liang can see it.

Wait until Mo Yun and a few people buried the corpses in a pit and bowed in front of the pit.

Yuan Mou Liang waved his hand: "Mo Yun, let's go." ”