Except for this sudden spring rain, tonight's big tree village is still very quiet. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The fat young man stood under the huge locust tree, raised his thin willow eyebrows, for tonight's task, he sent a total of eight disciples, divided into two groups, one of which had returned to this low forest half an hour ago, while the other group ......

The young man had a bad premonition, and after glancing at the starry sky through the rain curtain, he decided to go himself, but before he could take a step, he was attracted by a red cloud that suddenly rose in the west.

It was a rainy night, and even if there were clouds, they shouldn't be red, and even if they were red, they shouldn't be visible, so these red clouds weren't really clouds, but ...... A firelight.

The fire rose to the sky, illuminating the western sky, and through the curtain of rain into the mottled low woods, illuminating the young man's face, and the two thin eyebrows were tightly frowned.

"Could it be that the sixth is destroying something?" one of the disciples said softly.

"What do you need to destroy?" the young man shook his head: "The secret mission should be done by covert means, no matter what, this fire is enough to alarm the villagers of the entire Big Tree Village, and something must have happened to them." ”

The disciple's eyes widened, and his face was full of shock: "The sixth child has already broken through the realm, could it be the ...... of Lanyue Palace?"

The young man narrowed his eyes, and he shook his head again: "If it were someone from the Moon Palace, there would definitely not be this fire. ”

After saying this, everyone in the dwarf forest fell into a brief silence, and after a while, another disciple asked in a trembling voice, "Senior Brother, what if that person is still alive?"

The young man suddenly smiled, but there was a chill like the night breeze in this smile, and he said lightly: "He fled here thousands of miles away just to see that big man, so as long as he is alive, he will definitely go to Fengtian City." ”

After saying this, his thin eyebrows jumped twice unconsciously, then sighed lightly, and continued: "After all, it is the capital, and assassination is impossible, so just kill it openly, blatantly." ”

Several disciples stood in the night breeze and looked at each other, only to feel that the spring rain tonight was particularly cold.

As if knowing these people's doubts, the young man lazily explained: "The Northern Zhou side is still deliberately blocking this news, so the officials of the capital still don't know about it yet, as long as we kill him before he meets the big man, we will have a thousand reasons for explanation." ”

"But...... Sooner or later, the news will come, and at that time, the court will definitely give us an explanation. A disciple asked boldly.

The young man let out a sneer, he pointed to the brocade robe emblem on his chest, and said, "This dress is an explanation, and the three words of Yue Hengmen are an explanation." ”

The inexplicable fire in Dashu Village was finally extinguished in the spring rain, but the villagers of Dashu Village could no longer sleep peacefully, and the cloud of suspicion shrouded in the hearts of every villager.

To be sure, the people of the Kyoto Yamen Prefecture will be here early tomorrow morning, and what they can find out is another matter.

Although the rain stopped, the thunder did not go away, on the wet hills and plains, two clear rut marks were hidden by the night, Chang Dazhu had a rope tied to his shoulders, and he was advancing in the muddy mountain road, and the uninvited guest was lying on the flatbed truck behind, and it was Ling Dong who pushed the flatbed truck at the end.

Last night was like a dream!

Chang Laosi has been buried in the ground, buried on the top of the nearest hill from Dashu Village, this sudden catastrophe separated the father and son, although the head of the last black shadow in the courtyard was cut off by Chang Dazhu's own hands, but this still could not calm the heart of this eight-foot man.

Last night was like a dream!

It's all because of this guy lying on a flatbed.

This person should be killed, but he can't be killed, because this person is related to the fate of the entire country and the fate of the entire Dongzhou, because this person is the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who owns the largest land in Dongzhou.

How could His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty appear in the borders of the Spring and Autumn Period? Why did Yue Hengmen assassinate him? Why was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince so embarrassed?

The disciple of Yue Hengmen did not confess until he died, perhaps even he did not know, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was more like a mute, refusing to say anything.

This is a rather tricky matter, what will the imperial court do if it knows that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty will appear in Dashu Village, this is not a matter for Ling Dong to consider, the only thing he can consider is that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must not have an accident in his own hands, so he must be sent to Fengtian City and handed over to those princes and ministers to deal with.

Chang Dazhu never said a word, grief is a kind of strength, he walked tirelessly in the mountain road, no matter whether it was the prince of the Great Zhou lying on the flat cart, or the grass people who burned the plain, he didn't care, the only thing he cared about was that since Yue Hengmen wanted to kill this person, then he should let this person live...... To do this, he stabbed the black shadow thirty-seven times, cut off his head himself, and then burned the permanent courtyard......

This is hatred, even if it is destined to be alone in the world from now on.

On the lonely hills and plains, a glimmer of light began to shine at some point, the outline of Lanyue Peak gradually became clear, and the majestic Fengtian City began to appear on the northern horizon.

Standing on top of the high mound, Ling Dong couldn't help but sigh softly as he looked at the scene like an ink painting in front of him. On that night in Qingshan, he "cut off the mortal dust", and his spiritual consciousness has been baptized by Hongmeng, tempered by pure separation from fire, and has been integrated into the sea of qi, becoming extremely quiet and clear, which is a qualitative change, so it is not an exaggeration to call it divine consciousness.

So, with just one glance, he sensed the unusualness of these sights.

On the official road into the city, a middle-aged vegetable farmer hurriedly walked with a flat shoulder and stepped on the mud, as if he was going to transport fresh vegetables to the city before sunrise.

"Get out of the way!

The sound was heard far away, and the vegetable farmer in front of him instinctively turned sideways when he heard the shouting, so that the flat pole came sideways, and the flat pole was too long, and the carriage was too fast......

The whip-wielding groom could not have imagined that the accident would come so suddenly, but fortunately he had enough experience, he stood up, and the reins were fiercely taken to the left, and the horse let out a long neighing cry in pain, and the hooves of the horses finally fell on the dirt slope on the left side of the official road......

If it hadn't been for last night's spring breeze and rain, if the official road leading to Fengtian City hadn't been slippery enough, if that vegetable farmer hadn't had that flat pole......

But...... There was no if, the carriage still rushed out of the official road, rushed up the dirt slope, and after traveling a distance of one and a half carriages with a wheel, it finally overturned on its side, and the poor horseman was thrown out with the long whip, and fell heavily on the dirt slope and rolled a few times before stopping, and on the official road, the vegetable farmer watched this scene in a daze, and stayed there for a while.

"Help!"

It was not the vegetable farmer who shouted these two words, but Chang Dazhu on the soil slope, this honest young man even after last night like a nightmare, there was still no way to change his heart.

Without hesitation, he untied the rope from his shoulder and ran down the dirt slope, towards the fallen groom......

The rain splashed, the mud flew, Chang Dazhu felt the early morning wind, and at the moment when he was about to squat down, he suddenly saw a light, and then, the early morning wind suddenly became biting.

The horseman lying on the ground should have been dying, but at this time, his fingers moved slightly, and in a moment, the whip that had never been taken off burst out of a strong breath, like a poisonous snake shot into Chang Dazhu's throat.

At the same time, the groom on the ground finally opened his eyes, his eyes were cruel, with mockery, even with pity, and even at this moment, he still had time to remember the dream-like scene of last night.

"I'll tell you to kill one person, or several. ”

Because of these words, the groom woke up from his dream in the early hours of the morning, and then he saw a man standing at the head of the bed, and when he saw this man's willowy eyebrows, his demeanor became extremely respectful.

"Kill whom?" the groom was not sleepy, and how many people were going to be killed.

"I don't know who it is?" the young man's thin eyebrows frowned, and he said lightly, "I only know that there is a person who is so badly injured that he cannot walk, and this person must die, and the person who is with him must also die." ”

“...... Where is the target?" the groom hesitated slightly.

"I don't know where it is?" said the young man's face sadly, "but I know they must be on their way to Mukden City." ”

The target is obvious and the route is clear, these two points are enough for the groom, because he is the groom, surnamed Mamingfu, one of the most terrifying assassins in Liaoyuan.