Capital.

Shenhou Mansion.

This year's plum blossoms seem to be about to bloom, looking at the green that has emerged on the plum branches, Zhuge Zheng I am a faint sigh.

Full of melancholy.

I'm afraid this year is an eventful year, several forces in the capital have clashed, power has changed, and there is a "Wuji Elixir" out, the rivers and lakes are afraid that there will be catastrophes, his eyes are full of worry, and he is already considering whether to leave for "Wuyi Mountain".

After all, among the government and the opposition today, the "main battle" faction is weak and weak, and most of them are the "main peace" faction headed by "Cai Jing." Surrounded by foreign enemies, it is not a fool's dream to want to be at peace.

The momentum of the government and the opposition is beyond his control, he can only pin his hopes on the momentum of the rivers and lakes, "Golden Wind Drizzle Building" is known as 78,000 children, "six and a half halls" is called the world's six and a half forces, if it can be used to resist foreign enemies, it must be a big help, but unfortunately water and fire are incompatible, and Cai Jing is in control, Fang should look at the tiger, if you want to unite as one, it is even more difficult than ascending to the sky.

He swallowed his tea, put down his cup, and got up.

He has decided to go to "Wuyi Mountain", now Zhao Ji he actually has no hope in his heart, if it weren't for the purpose of containing Cai Jing, for the sake of the Great Song Dynasty, he would have wanted to retire to the rivers and lakes, he is even more tired of this red world, cannibalism with the same door, and it also breaks his heart.

He is no longer young, he has seen joys and sorrows, life and death.

But he still wants to do his best for the world.

Avoid this catastrophe.

But as soon as he got up, he took half a step on his feet, and before he landed, a pair of snow eyebrows suddenly frowned, and then Xuan Mei raised his head, and he looked at a floating cloud in the sky.

It's a nice day.

The white clouds are ethereal, and the blue sky is vast.

But Zhuge Zheng and I always looked at the cloud solemnly and intently, as if I had seen something extremely amazing and terrifying, and even he was shocked.

Until a certain time, until a certain moment.

Zhuge Zheng's eyes widened suddenly, and then he stared again, revealing a thick disbelief, he slowly retracted the half step he had taken, and rose in a white robe without wind.

"Arrows?"

Because, in his eyes, among the white clouds, there were suddenly a few very small and tiny black spots, as if a few sesame seeds fell on the dough, ordinary people may not be able to see it, but he can see it, not only can he see, but also can feel that those black spots not only have a terrible edge, but also condense the world's unparalleled, terrifying arrow intent.

And then.

A few black dots in the clouds also seemed to see him, more like meteors falling straight from the sky to the world, falling towards him, shooting.

Zhuge Zheng's face seemed to be flushed with a strange flush.

He looked at the black dots in his eyes that were as small as dust and almost invisible to the naked eye, and watched them come quickly, from far to near, and then little by little, from dust, to a few small arrows, small arrows from the sky.

There were thousands of clouds, and arrows were shooting.

It's just fantastic.

They were three small arrows, no more than a finger's length.

Even Zhuge Zheng was taken by the gods, and he muttered: "Sad little arrow? ”

He didn't seem to be surprised that there were arrows in the sky, not at that height, but at the person, the one who shot the arrow.

In the whole world, there is only one person who can shoot such a few arrows, and that is his fourth junior brother who has mastered the "Mountain Character Sutra", Yuan 13 Limit.

But this person died a year ago?

But now, at the sight of these arrows, he suddenly sighed.

"If it's here, why don't you show up?"

At the same time as he spoke, Zhuge Zheng I had already raised the gun, he only waved, a graceful gun has arrived in his hand, as soon as the gun came out, the blue sky seemed to be dim, and the floating clouds were already scattered, stunning and unparalleled.

Although this archer is his junior brother, he hates him as a senior brother, and even hates him so much that the hatred is as deep as the sea, just like the old trees and withered vines in the mountains, intertwined, entangled, and endless.

Moreover, Tianyi laymen, their second senior brother also died, and they died in the hands of the Yuan Thirteen Limit.

Today, their brothers and sisters have long been resentful and unkind, hateful and ruthless.

The arrow has arrived, Zhuge is lifting my gun, he was going to stab, but suddenly stopped, frozen, and stunned, three small arrows have been inserted in front of him, blocking his way.

Seeing this scene, Zhuge Zheng's momentum of Yue Zhiyuan dissipated inexplicably, and his lips moved, only as if he trembled.

"You put it down?"

He asked, almost muttering.

There was no one in the courtyard, and the autumn wind was bleak.

Zhuge was standing in place, he was silent for a while, looking at the small arrow that was still trembling and whispering in a low voice, and finally said in a dumb voice: "Senior brother! ”

The arrows have dispersed.

Zhuge Zheng sighed faintly.

Turn around and go into the house.

Far away on the edge of "Tianquan Lake".

On a boat, I saw a lame one-armed, coarse linen fisherman wearing a hat on his back, burying his head in the fishing net, and on his raised face, there was only one eye, as if no part of his body was intact.

He was also looking at the sky, at the floating clouds, with one eye and a dull face, and only when he lowered his head did he hear a low whisper to himself. "My name is Yuan Limit, not Yuan Thirteen Limit!"

But he quickly raised his head again and looked north.

Stretching out the hand that had been cut out by the fishing net, he took out a small arrow from his waist, a small cyan arrow, he didn't use a crossbow, he didn't use a bow, only his hand, as if he was a peerless divine bow, with the intention as a string, he read the bow, twisted his fingers, flicked his fingers, and the small cyan arrow in his hand trembled, and made a sound, hovering like a bird in his palm, and then turned around, shooting into the sky, and disappeared into the clouds.

An arrow has just come out.

Another arrow.

With this arrow, he looked to the northwest.

The small arrow, the old skill, flew up from its hand, shot into the blue sky, and disappeared in an instant.

The third arrow.

The arrow is pointing to the West.

The three arrows seem to have an order, but in fact they change incredibly fast, and under the naked eye, they disappear almost at the same time, turning into a black dot on the horizon until they disappear.

These three arrows were not shot at the "Shenhou Mansion", and of course they were not shot at the "Zhuge Xiaohua", they shot three incredible characters, and they were also the three people Su Qing asked him to kill, and these three people were not in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty-

Just say that this day.

Jin Guo, Shangjing.

In the palace, hundreds of officials drank and feasted, accompanied by singing and dancing.

Everyone was still drinking, and suddenly they heard an exclamation.

"Not good!"

One of the people on the throne stood up suddenly, shouted loudly, picked up the spear on his side, and pointed to the long sky outside the hall, ready to go, his eyes full of solemnity.

The crowd was still puzzled.

But he saw an arrow flying from outside the temple, coming from the east, descending from heaven, and penetrating into the temple.

"Hey!"

There was a bang.

The spear shone with a thousand golden lights.

Go straight up.

In just a moment, the spear in the man's hand shattered inch by inch, and small arrows pierced his body, killing him instantly.

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