The small courtyard at his feet suddenly became very lively, because a man as strong as a bear was passing through the corridor on the rock to the north, slowly walking along the countless corridors and stairs to the group of richly dressed savage nouveau riche. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the man was wearing a navy blue robe, with his hands behind his back, and a huge circle of wooden pearls hanging around his neck, which was not the dress of the northerners, but the clothes of the people of the "Jianzhou" in the northeast, and his hair was also absolutely trendy and avant-garde, compared to today's Shenjian Gate, it was more like killing Matt, the top of his head was bare, but it was clearly not bald, and there were two wicker-thick and swaying pigtails behind his head, which was the most typical money rat tail of the "Jianzhou" people.

That kind of hairstyle is full of fascist tyranny-style blood, because whenever the "Jianzhou slaves" conquer a place, a tribe, or a nation, they require everyone to shave their heads into money rat tails, otherwise they will be killed, and their policy of "keeping their heads without hair, leaving their hair without leaving their heads" has been implemented for hundreds of years, and they have been regarded by the southerners as more miserable and barbaric slavery and oppression than the "ban on martial arts" -- they took advantage of the moment of the defeat of the Tianjian Pass to occupy some places in the south, such as Dongsheng Huazhou.

That person is the Beacon City, because his identity is exposed by a rooster's voice.

"Lord Xiao Yong has arrived!"

That voice, in Lu Qingyun's ears, was like fairy music, and that voice, in Yinchen's ears, was completely the sad music of the fat man who walked arrogantly and domineeringly.

"Are you from Jianzhou? Very good, turn over the three massacres of Jiading on the banks of the Blood River, and this revenge will be avenged together!" Lu Qingyun's voice was drowned in the sudden wind, he moved his feet slightly, and the whole person was like a pitch-black lightning bolt running through the night sky.

He held the knife and flew down, aiming at the beacon city that was being slapped by the guests.

[15 seconds ago]

Beacon walked down the wooden staircase with a high spirit.

He is tall and fat, and half of his broad physique is extremely explosive and strong muscles, and half of it is the fat accumulated from a long-term life of drinking and meat, of course, according to him, it is the "vitality that cannot be taken away" condensed in the body He has a long horse face, a flat mouth, countless nose hairs sticking out of his huge vertical downward nostrils, his eyes are also flattened, and he seems to be forever drooping his eyelids, a pair of pupils are black like tea, the color is chaotic, and with the pair of pointed and long provocative ears, the whole person looks like a fat horse standing upright.

Can such a look also get a good job in the northern country? I also learned from the emperor of the northern country to be eclectic in employing people, but speaking of which, his personality and style are really similar to his appearance.

The rumored beacon is a city of flames, dignified in appearance, handsome with a trace of toxin-like beauty, and is insidious and cunning, but this person has a strange appearance, arrogant personality, and even has a very problematic IQ.

This kind of little trick that is not worthy of the name, no one can see the barbaric upstarts in the northern country, but Zhao Yuguo, the city lord of Xueyang City (formerly known as Zhao Guoben, changed his name after surrendering), who has just taken refuge in the northerners for less than two months, can see it clearly, after all, it is impossible for any general with merit and ability to have the secretary take the decision in everything, unless that secretary is the real beacon city.

Of course, that clerk can't be directly named Beacon City, his name is Nalan Exhaustion, and he is the "shadow royal family" in the northern royal family that is far more powerful and terrifying than the Harlan family......

At this time, Zhao Yuguo and this Nalan tried their best, so they followed behind the beacon city from left to right, and walked down from a vermilion lacquered wooden staircase. In accordance with the rules of "Jianzhou", the three of them all shaved their heads into the shape of a money rat's tail, which is also one of the reasons why Zhao Yuguo changed his name, after all, the shaving of his head has always made him feel very "blue and thin mushrooms" (uncomfortable and want to cry).

"Greetings to your lordship!" The guests saw that the beacon city was coming with two attendants, and quickly got up, and hurriedly blew a piece of clean ground at their feet with the wind, and bowed their heads. Kneel and bow, this is the unique etiquette of the people of the northern country and Jianzhou, the subordinates have to kneel when they see their superiors, and the younger brother has to kneel when they see their brothers, not to mention that the younger sister has to kneel when they see their sister, anyway, as long as they are higher than your status, they have to kneel, this is the rule set by the first family of the northern country Nalan family with the Manchu Dynasty civil and military forces the Harlan royal family. In addition to the emperor, the people of the south only kneel to their own fathers and mothers, and the Harlan family is even more strange to the tough guy realm of "unless you see your father and mother, heaven and earth will not give in".

"Brothers, get up quickly. Beacon Liancheng said softly, his voice was unexpectedly very pleasant, not high, not low, not soft, not hard, not sharp or thick, in short, just right, of course, his tone was not pleasant at all, but made the guests underground a little uncomfortable. His tone was filled with a domineering spirit of no one in his eyes, stubbornness and self-use, although he called him "brother", he had no "benevolence" to talk about.

The maids struggled to bring a large table, put a lonely bulky chair, sat down with a golden sword, Nalan tried his best to hold the book, Zhao Yuguo held the sword, both of them were skilled at the gods, and they were not too tired, just like that, they stood behind him with their feet together and the javelin, like the two most competent bodyguards.

The real bodyguards are all soldiers who shuttle and patrol among the guests, all heavily armoured, the spears in their hands point at the ink-stained night sky, and when they move a little, the bow of the divine arm behind them and the quiver of the broken yuan arrow collide with the sound of "clang", like a walking bell.

Just three seconds after the beacon sat down, there was an accident on the stage in the middle of the small courtyard.

Two good-looking actors sang on stage, as if they were playing a little county lord who was defiled and abandoned by Qinglang, infatuated and desperate, looking for a short sight or something, her little maid has been frightened, followed her, chattered and comforted, and even cried and begged the little county lord, after all, according to the slavery system of the northerners, the county lord died, and the little maid could only be buried.

The drama girl who plays the little maid, although she has heard of it from Fengyue Place, is the pillar of the entire drama troupe, and even the little star in the entire Jiangbei faction, that appearance, that figure, needless to say, compared with Lin Xuanchen today, it is not necessarily much inferior, the key is that singing skills, that action, that demeanor, I really don't know how she, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl and a half-old, can practice the level that ordinary old drama bones can only practice in twenty or thirty years. As soon as she opened her mouth, the flowers were discolored, the poignant, sad with a little hope, desperate with a little optimism, and still innocent in fear, the character and psychology of the little maid were all sung out by that cherry mouth, so that the iron man could shed tears! On the other hand, the girl who played the role of the little county lord was blunt, her expression was stiff, her expression was stiff, and her gestures showed an unnatural sense of alienation, and even some stage actions were upside down, full of mistakes and omissions, not to mention the pathos, despair, alienation, and indifference in the heart of the little county lord, and even the sorrow and infatuation of a girl who was abandoned were not fully expressed, and it was completely performed for the sake of performance, which was as uncomfortable to watch as a marionette.

The performances of the opera troupes on the Fengyuan Continent are still in a fairly primitive stage, and there are no written scripts (because almost all the people who are actors are illiterate), and there are not even written scripts. Repertoire skills, all rely on word of mouth, a line or something, there is no unified statement, the old drama bone said so, the master said so, it can be said that all the performances on the stage, almost all depend on the on-the-spot performance of the actors, for the test of stage skills, compared with the highly developed Gabreuer ten times harsher, those female disciples who became monks from the Shenhai faction halfway and mixed into the troupe, on the one hand, have to take care of the heavy responsibility of launching signal arrows, and on the other hand, they have to perform well so that people don't see the flaws, so that both ends are taken into account, distraction and dual-use, and where can they be taken into account perfectlyEspecially the female disciple who played the role of the little county lord, when she saw the beacon fire appearing, she was even more anxious, and actually forgot the plan of Long Aotian's three instructions to "see the right time, see that the beacon city let down its guard, and start it at the most lax time", and reached out to shoot an arrow, but at this moment, she reached into her pocket and couldn't help but feel cold.

The arrows are gone.

That's right, it's just that the arrow is gone. She didn't know that before she was about to take the stage, the soldiers who "guarded" them quietly took all the arrows. She wouldn't even know that she and her Shenhai Sect had long been deeply trapped in a huge cobweb of predation.

Her action of pulling out the arrow came to an abrupt end, the whole person was completely blinded, and she forgot all the lines and everything, where could she continue the performance?

The girl who played the little maid also looked desperate when she saw her like this, she didn't care what tricks these guys who forcibly stuffed in, what she cared about was - this show was smashed!

For a little girl who regards performance as her life, this is simply the biggest and most impossible humiliation in the world. The girl's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and the tears of the two lines of elite just gushed out, and all of a sudden, the words were forgotten, the makeup was spent, and the play was over.

With shame and grievance, and even a little hateful gaze, she stared coldly at the "sister" who was said to have practiced quite a lot of divine skills, thinking that you are a genius who has practiced magic skills to the sky, and you are also a fat green onion who serves urine bowls to people in the art of acting.

For three full seconds, they stared at each other without moving, which was definitely a serious performance accident.

And at this moment, the melodious sound of the beacon fire sounded, as cruel as a death sentence:

"What is there to see about this babbling and crying thing? This seat still likes the golden iron horse, ambushed on all sides, the war drums are beaten, and dozens of somersaults are played on it, it is beautiful, do you brothers say?" His voice was lazy, and his tone was mixed with dissatisfaction and impatience, like a fat old man who was not attracted by the opera, after he finished speaking, he heard the cheers around him, obviously, the Tartars of the northern country could not understand the rich and delicate inner world of the southern people, in their minds, in addition to whipping fast horses, swords and axes, probably only bending bows and shooting eagles.

Everything looks normal, even the old drama bones of the troupe are planning to come on stage and clean up the mess, generally speaking, a performance accident like this will not bring too much trouble to the troupe, unless they are smashed in the first or second scenes, then it is called terrible, now this troupe has performed no less than 5 scenes, the scene is wonderful, and it is reasonable, but according to the rules, the girls who have smashed the performance will inevitably have to suffer some hardships below. Is there also a reward and punishment mechanism in the troupe?

The foreman came up, the two girls turned their heads away angrily, lowered their heads and prepared to step down, and the other people in the troupe put on fake armor and weapons, ready to perform a lively fight to save the face they had just lost, but unfortunately here, only Beacon Liancheng and his direct subordinates knew that what Beacon Liancheng said just now was like a cup as a slogan, launching a bloody hunt.

The delicate maids, I don't know when they have quietly disappeared, above the corridor, full of chain mail, shields and spears, above the archway in the south, every floor of windows are blazing open, a bow of the divine arm poked out of the window, Po Yuan arrows, completely sealed the entire stage.

The black-clad samurai, catapulting from the corners of the corridors, rolled in the air, leaping with the wind, and drew their glittering swords as they rushed towards the bewildered troupe. The old drama bones were already pale with fright, and the disciples of the Shenhai Sect in the troupe all let out a delicate and sonorous shout, desperately, no, it should be said that they were sacrificing their lives to pounce over.

There were no arrows, and it was impossible to send a signal to summon everyone to act together, except for the shout of "Beacon fire, take your life!" as high and loud as possible, they seemed to be unable to do more.

There was no response, no one launched with them. They didn't know that at this time, in the Duhu Mansion full of traps, it was impossible for the heroes of the Jianghu Alliance to sneak into the planned action by relying on rigid grouping, except for Lu Qingyun, who was the only one left, and no one in the entire Jianghu Alliance had successfully reached here.

The assassination had failed before it had even begun.

A smile appeared on the ugly face of the beacon city, he smiled ugly, and he was also very proud, because no one came, no one launched and charged together with these 13 delicate young women, which means that the last little bit of people in the entire Jianghu Alliance are here, and the others have either been imprisoned or are being imprisoned. (To be continued.) )