The sky was gradually dawning, and the pale blue sky was studded with a few remnant stars, and the earth was full of shadows, like a light veil shrouded in silver-gray. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zu Lang was woken up by a burst of piano sound, the sky was faint, he sat up, couldn't help but "oops", felt a little hypoxia, a tingling pain on his forehead, with his hands, a strap wrapped around his head, and he could vaguely smell the smell of medicine.

At this time he began to look around, this place? It's not your own bedroom!

When he woke up in a marching tent, Zu Lang felt that something was wrong. His clothes were neatly placed at the head of the bed, and Zu Lang put on his clothes, put on his armor, picked up his three-edged armor-piercing wolf tooth lance, and cautiously lifted the tent, and slowly leaned out......

A careful survey of the surroundings revealed no signs of other people's activities. Neither enemies nor subordinates, there is no one. The only suspicion is the intermittent sound.

Zu Lang was bold, followed the sound of the piano, crossed the path, heard the sound of rumbling water, and suddenly opened up the woods.

There is a big cliff in front of it, and the stream flows down to form a long waterfall, Zu Lang seems to know this place, hey, isn't this the Qianrengang in the west of the Swallowing Camel Ridge?

There is an elegant gentleman on the boulder on the cliffside, the white clothes are fluttering, the double coat beckons, sitting upright and stroking the qin, gently twisting slowly, calm and steady, leisurely, as if he does not know that he is approaching.

The piano strocher sits on the side of the cliff, with dead trees behind him, mountains and flowing water, natural integration, accompanied by the sound of the piano, and the understanding of the Tao.

The sound of the piano is like a clear spring, and it is better than the vast green smoke. Qingyue tactful, sad but not sad, especially on this thousand hills, the peaks around the bottom to hear, such as the clear spring gargle stone, the wind and the dew, there is a sense of dust and wind, fluttering like a fairy.

Zu Lang walked in and took a look, this person was dressed in white and had black hair, his clothes and hair were flowing and elegant, not tied or tied, slightly fluttering, lined with the figure sitting on the stone, like a god descending into the world.

The man lowered his eyes and face, immersed in the world he had created, his slender and graceful fingers dancing with the strings like flowing water, the person moved with the sound, and occasionally raised his head, making Zu Lang's eyes shrink, such a shocking face!

He couldn't be more familiar with this face, and he wouldn't admit it when it turned into ashes, it turned out to be Zhang Fan.

At this time, the live broadcast room was swiped by the same barrage:

"See the King of Force!"

"See the King of Force!"

……

"The fourth master is also quite hard, he doesn't sleep at four or five o'clock in the morning, and he comes to this kind of barren mountains and mountains where birds don't......"

"I admit that Shuai is indeed handsome to a new height, but I always feel that the traces of the axe and chisel are too obvious, a little blunt, and it is completely handsome for the sake of being handsome!"

"Am I the only one worried about whether the anchor will catch a cold? It's strange cold in the mountains in April, and I wear so little wind-blown ......"

"You're not alone when you're worried about catching a cold, I'm thinking about the fourth master's heart: even if labor and management are frozen into dogs, you must be handsome and full marks!"

"The fourth master has become like this, no matter what you think, it's your fault."

"You're just jealous, I think you're handsome!"

"Don't be sour, it will affect my appreciation of my husband's side face......"

"Ancient Wind Race High!"

……

Ding Dong, it's good to give you a yacht.

Read the book, I'll give you a son of the Phantom of Pagani.

Feng Jue gives you Martha a Lati Mostro.

……

Zhang Fan stroked the piano with his low hand, the sound of the piano was gentle, and the mountain stream flowed quietly, without a trace of ripples, flowing through the mulberry fields and the sea, clearing away the sorrow and irritability in the world, and calming everything down, including Zu Lang's frightened heart.

Zu Lang slowly calmed down, his brain began to think about his situation, took a deep breath, and asked bitterly:

"They...... Surrendered to you? ”

Zhang Fan replied slowly: "Yes, after deliberation, your subordinates unanimously agreed to surrender to me, and you are their vote." ”

Sure enough, Zu Lang instantly aged a few years old, and his tone became even lower:

"That'...... Will you still provide rations for my people? ”

Zhang Fan smiled: "You and I both know that it all depends on your choice!" It doesn't matter to me if I save it or not. Whether your people live or die is entirely in your own hands. ”

Zu Lang's tone was indescribable: "Why? Aren't they willing to surrender to you? Why not keep your word? Do you have to force me? Does it make a difference if I surrender or not? ”

Zhang Fan stretched out a finger and shook it, "No, no, no, you don't have to be presumptuous first." After all, your identity is different now. You are the king of Nanyue who dominates Shanyue, and those people are worthless compared to you. ”

"King of Nanyue...... Ha ha...... The king of Nanyue ...... "Zu Lang's tears of laughter are about to fall.

Zhang Fan said: "Okay! It was my fault. You don't know what day it is, but it's the fifth of May. ”

Zu Lang's face changed slightly: "May 5, have I been in a coma for five days?" ”

Zhang Fan put his hand on his forehead, "I'm sorry." The sweat medicine they gave you was too heavy. It took me some effort to wake you up safely...... But these are the details. What I'm going to say next is the point. ”

"Ahem...... Zhang Fan cleared his throat, "On the day you vomited blood in anger, in fact, I had already bought off some of the sect marshals so that my army could sneak into the periphery of Baibi Mountain, and they collectively voted to formally surrender to me that night." I accepted, and began to send troops to take over Tunhuling ......"

"On the same day I took over the Swallowing Camel Ridge, that is, at noon on the second day when you were unconscious, Peng Hu's vanguard troops officially attacked the top of the chicken coop, and all the way to the top of the chicken coop and the Tuotuo Peak, only to rush to the Swallowing Camel Ridge in this village."

"After a slight resistance, the Tunhuling disarmed and surrendered, and it is rumored that the great sect commander Zulang abandoned the village and fled. On the night when the complacent Peng Hu was still dreaming of being the king of Nanyue, the army that I had already ambushed rushed out, caught Peng Hu off guard, and the 10,000-strong army was wiped out, and he himself was shot through the throat by Lu Lingqi with an arrow and died on the spot; The second brother Peng Shi was also beheaded by Jiang Qin: the third brother Peng Dan surrendered ......"

"After that, things will be simple, I will let your subordinates change into the military uniforms of Peng Hu's men, after all, they are all about the same as the Yue people, my soldiers are mixed in, and Peng Dan will lead them to pretend to be a triumphant return army, deceive the doors of Peng Hu's major cottages, and wipe out all the threatening Shanyue Sect Marshals......"

……

Zu Lang's heart was shocked, knowing that although Zhang Fan's description was plain, only God knows how much thrilling it actually was.

Zu Lang shivered like chaff, his forehead was sweaty, and his back was cold.

This man is really terrible, interlocking, turning his hands into clouds, covering his hands into rain, everything is under control. Whether it is himself, Peng Hu, or You Tu, they are all appearing, performing, and curtain call step by step according to the script he wrote.

It's no wonder that You Tu, who has been inseparable for so many years, has lost inexplicably, and there must be Zhang Fan's conspiracy and tricks.

It's a pity that the wood has become a boat, and he is the only one who survived the four great kings of Shanyue in the past. Yan Baihu, You Tu, and Peng Hu were also once the heroes of the world on the Weizhen side, galloping across Jiangdong for more than ten years, how could they have thought that in just half a year, they would die in Huangquan one by one, so that he would inevitably have a desolation like a physical injury......

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Originally, this part was expected to have five to ten chapters to calm Peng Hu, but in view of the fact that some readers complained about the drag on the plot of Shanyue, they had to be cut down to a few hundred words, hoping that it would not affect the fluency. (To be continued.) )