Although the conversation between Liu Tianji and Yinchen lowered his voice, he did not hide it from Zhang Weiwu, in fact, this was also a wake-up call for Zhang Weiwu to make plans early. Zhang Weiwu was on the side, nodding silently, thinking that he was going to pass through Blood Yang City anyway, and in his own name, he was not afraid of not being able to contact the people of Xuantian Pavilion in that city.

Liu Tianji is willing to repay him with his example, how can Zhang Weiwu, who is upright, not to mention, he has now been completely chilled by the imperial court, and as a chief dart leader, he also has to seek some retreat for his dart masters at all times.

"These two are originals, brother, you can choose. Liu Tianji let go of the two crystal cups in his hand and handed the choice to Zhang Weiwu again. The chief dart head knew that there was no point in shirking it, where could the people in the rivers and lakes have so many hypocritical and complicated greetings and etiquette of the imperial eagle dogs?

Liu Tianji was not hypocritical, picked up the crystal cup on the right and put it away, waved his hand: "The Rainstorm Faction listens to the order, packs up your things, and rests in this Iron Wheel Mansion for two days, and the day after tomorrow I will wait for the class teacher to return to Duntian, and the matter of Guarduoxing can't be counted like this——"

He made a very good excuse for himself, but the disciples under his door responded with a grin, seeing that he had won back the sect's holy relics, all those who belonged to the Thousand Miles Illusion puffed up their chests, and they were all honored.

Zhang Weiwu pointed at the old man Zhang like a shopkeeper, the latter immediately stepped away from his little short legs, ran up and down hard, Yinchen was about to turn around and leave, but was pulled by Zhang Jiu'er boldly: "Dude, I haven't talked about the old for many years, sit down and drink a bowl?"

Yinchen pointed to Lin Qingyu, who was already asleep on the table: "I still have to take care of the children, by the way, tell the old man (Old Man Zhang), I'm going to Pan Yang this time, let's go along the way?"

"Okay, good, good, good talk!" Zhang Jiu'er immediately came to his senses and ran away like a whirlwind, but obviously, he didn't go to Old Man Zhang and went directly to Zhang Weiwu.

And Han Rinxu was still sitting in the corner, feeling that he was the old man Zhang who was slapped in the face.

In the guest room, Lin Qingyu asked Yinchen softly before going to bed: "Brother, which one is the original?

"Is it important?"

"People just want to know!" Lin Qingyu began to be coquettish.

"None of them, after all, if you can make a copy, can't you make a copy of a box?"

"A box of ......" Lin Qingyu was full of black lines: "Could it be that my brother really said the same thing to those guys, to keep one for Old Man Zhao to use as a drinking utensil?"

"No, it's because I can only make a treasure divine weapon, and it's the same if I exchange it for a spirit treasure, after all, Zhang Weiwu's Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion can't afford to smash the brand, so my Guangtian Forge reputation can afford it?"

"Brother is bad, ignore you!" Lin Qingyu said, turned his little face around, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Silver Dust sent out a gust of wind and extinguished the candle, but behind him, the green petrified light spliced together into a magic circle, a dreamlike shadow, from virtual to real.

[At the same time]

In the ruins of the hawthorn of the "Dingchao", Zhan Bafang led a small group of elite soldiers and strong generals to rummage through the stinking corpses.

"Look, look, see where the key to the basement is? These are the big guys in this fucking cottage, maybe they have the key on them, and if they can't find it, then we'll have to break down the door." ”

He had been checking here for a few hours, from dawn until dark, at this time the bright moon was hanging high, except for another strange black cloud with nine lightning bolts in the direction of the Iron Wheel Mansion, the other directions in the sky were dark purple clear starry sky.

He looked up at the bright moon, and the moonlight illuminated the face beneath the long black hair, a face as resolute as his sword fist.

"He can't afford to lose his prestige, but I can't afford to lose my reputation in all directions? What is the reason! This time, even if I am the only one in the end, I will send ten carts of gold to Xueyang with my shoulder and backpack!"

Credibility is like life, which is a valuable quality that many so-called "modern civilized enterprises" cannot envy.

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[July 14 of the first year of Heisei, Feiyan City]

The sky is gloomy, all eyes are full of sorrow, the broken cold river and the remnants of the tile, the ancient road west wind and thin horses, the fire has not burned everything, many bluestone slabs can still see the patches left by human body fluids, ten rooms and nine empty ghosts singing, the girl's body no one asks, the wolf howls and dreams at night, and sleeps under the wall of the first scholar.

"Mighty-Tianxing-" The originally long trumpet in the mouth of Zhang Leichuan, the executioner, has also become a weeping song in the mouth of the unjust soul who will never disperse here, together with the miserable yin wind. A huge team of 273 people, tall carts and horses, silver and white hussars riding on the Tsing Yi warriors, all of them were alive and vigorous, showing the double tension of youth and cultivation, and after entering the gap in the city wall, it instantly became a lonely "fleeing" team, and almost collided with a team of people who really fled.

Feiyan City, the city that can't be bypassed by the north and south, is now only a ruin, no one knows what happened on the night of the monk's miracle, and no one can tell clearly, after the Crying Buddha was bombed into elementary particles by a nuclear bomb, the city has experienced what kind of turmoil and vendettas, on the ruins, there are only shriveled heads of lewd monks, speechless to tell a catastrophe, these culprits who caused the most terrible tragedy in the history of human civilization for thousands of years, but use their bare heads as an eternal monument to commemorate this tragedy, I really don't know if this is the result of good and evil for those wandering souls。

After the confrontation between the North and the South, the foot merchants, who had been nearly ruined by several years of war, once again used carts and donkey carts to pull up a variety of specialties, and served as a human bridge between the north and the south like the expedition members. This bridge is looked down upon by the so-called corrupt Confucian scholars, and in their various insults and difficulties, they maintain family affection, quality of life and even life. For their own bowl of hot rice, they galloped back and forth on the official roads between the north and the south of the mountains, and every time the city changed the banner of the king, they had to grit their teeth and stomp their feet to hand over a part of their blood and sweat as a tax for those who were insatiable. If you don't give it, the dead will not shout any slogans about human rights.

The long knife builds hegemony, and hegemony breeds depravity and corruption. The mountain bandit kings who sing the "murder song" around the bonfire will not have the vision and consciousness of Gabriel's political elites who were forced out by Maxine's machine gun, the ship of society sinks, and the rich will not end better than the poor, which is like the fateful assertion of polishing Dax's holy sword for the mages, and for these kings who can't even write their own names, it is just a string of rhythmic farts. Confucius's concern about the collapse of etiquette is probably such a terrible world where there are only predators and consumers, and no builders and planners.

But a more lethal problem is quietly approaching.

Those rotten Confucians, who have been brainwashed and abused by the bullshit doctrine of Lingdongde, will never think about how the grassland herdsmen, who have almost no salt mines to mine, survive the scorching summer without salt and iron trade, and how the southern peasants, who have not enough cattle, can survive the long cold winter without fur trade, and the cotton of this era has not evolved enough to replace fur coats.

The era of the absence of chemical fibers is unimaginably terrible under the industrial civilization, there is no commendable thermal layer outside the thick brick wall, heating and hot water are extravagant expectations, there are not even a few briquettes at home, and they can only burn wood for heating, which is a huge risk of carbon monoxide poisoning, to resist the cold winter of Ningguta! And now, when winter is approaching, even the scorching summer makes the world feel a chill from hell.

The Honghou base has already issued a warning that this winter, the Wind Source Continent will usher in extremely low temperatures of °C, and it will be the same every winter in the future.

The end is near.

The horn of winter has been sounded, and the people who have noticed it early have planned to incarnate these humble merchants as early as the explosion of the nuclear bomb, struggling to deliver the things that should be delivered in the ruins and swords. Everyone was sad, not only worried about the impending falling temperature and economic situation, but also sad for this once bustling city.

The north-south thoroughfare Feiyan City, the place where the magic of "Yan Hui" first appeared, the wide road that can walk twelve carriages is still there today, and the shiny black tiles of neat houses and the prosperity of thousands of lights in the night have become a past. In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan couldn't even fly into the homes of ordinary people, so he could only jump between the ruins and broken walls, picking up some yellow barnyard seeds.

The obscene monk is a strange disaster, and it is so terrifying, but no matter how cruel the reality is, it can't crush the desire of the bottom life to struggle to live. In the ruins of Chernobyl, which has been abandoned for 200 years, a small cross-street still bears the smoke and sound of human cooking. Those who have to claim that they are bold and brave enough to beg for a living, whether they are dart masters, charlatans who do odd jobs, candidates who have returned to their hometowns, or scrawny peasants who have been bullied by landlords and have to flee north, all take a break in this small, tombstone-like cross-shaped street market, because further north, the number of village post stations is greatly reduced, and if you don't have enough physical strength, you will die of exhaustion in the middle of the road, and as for spending the night in the roadside wilderness when you are tired of walking?

Even a great master like Zhang Weiwu, who believed that he could deal with two Returning Void One Grandmasters, didn't want to let 273 people become 173 people in the field for no reason, so he still ordered the team to stop in the street market and find a place for the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall to rest in a mixed scenery of wooden fences and tents. Feiyan City, which has experienced great trauma, cannot establish an inn so quickly, because all the houses that can still be preserved are inhabited by poor families who open shops and make a living, small blacksmiths, small tailors, small veterinarians, small pastry chefs, small craftsmen, and some small sects that are not very strong, but have an extremely sensitive sense of smell have opened their doors here, focusing on guides and intelligence gathering, this small neighborhood has not yet established a real rule, people take the rules of the rivers and lakes as the final law, and the entire neighborhood ecology, whether economically or municipally, is extremely fragile and chaotic。

Here, whether it is a spear dragon crossing the river or a snake on the ground, strength is the law, as soon as the two hundred elites of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall came, those who were originally scattered and set up tents immediately rolled up their things, making room for them to make a large space, and many pairs of yellow eyes looked at them with fear, which made Zhang Leichuan, who had always been guided by the spirit of the dart game, a little embarrassed, and hurriedly dismounted to give the people around him a reunion:" You are all running for your life to make a living, and we are not a bit of a way to rob our homes, as long as you don't come to bully us, we won't be idle and stretch out our arms. After saying this, the perception of the people around him has risen a lot. But I still heard a person say in a hoarse voice: "Everyone is running for their lives, but let's jump to die!" When everyone looked back, it was two officials of Jianzhou slaves escorting a prisoner of the Southern Empire, and the two Jianzhou eagle dogs saw many hostile eyes shot from the crowd, and couldn't help but panic a little, holding the hilt of the knife vigilantly on guard, the hairs on the whole body exploded with the soul energy, like a cat that had been kicked in the ass.

Zhang Leichuan glanced at it lightly, but he didn't pick up any words, the rivers and lakes are sinister, the world is chaotic, this year makes it more and more difficult to be a good person, and the matter of chivalry and justice for the people is not something that a person with a heavy responsibility like him has the ability to do.

Old man Zhang has been in good spirits since he slept in the Tieliu Inn for one night, almost more than half a year younger, and now looking at the tattered appearance of Feiyan City, he who has experienced countless winds and waves actually doesn't feel much, only sighed: "The world is difficult, people must be more self-reliant, relying on everyone to go, and the only one who can be counted on is only himself in the end!" The road from the Iron Wheel Mansion to Feiyan City will not be tired, but there has never been a horse in the world that can practice divine skills, and the dart walkers will only use cheap pack horses, but there is no extra gold and silver to buy the thousands of miles of good horses to call, so people are not sleepy, horses are tired, at this time do not rest for a day and a half, the horses pulling the cart and the mounts of the dart masters have to lie down halfway, which is a big trouble for the dart industry.