After Duan Hao gave the order, he led the officials and the nine generals to leave together, and more than 100 soldiers and soldiers were stationed on patrol.

After that, the large and small forces in the city of sea dusk came to watch the solitary cultivation. They are not here to pay tribute to the unyielding soldiers, they are here for the name of Wei Xiaoyu.

At that time, Wei Xiaoyu drummed up Zhenyuan and reported his surname in front of the door to meet Zhou Jian. As a result, only the head remained, hanging from the head of the city.

Tianbaozong, Wei Xiaoyu, these two names have to be said to be loud. The former is a huge force, and there are sect masters in the sect who can attack and kill Jindan stage monks, twelve foundation building stage monks, and countless Qi cultivation period monks remaining.

This force is of course nothing in the face of the three sects, but it is much larger than most of the forces in the Zhou Kingdom.

In the face of this force, Chen Fuhai, Xue Hua and the others in the Sea Dusk City were really bleak. But with such a resounding name, Wei Xiaoyu died in the city of sea dusk.

This had to shock the monks, Zhou Jian's mighty divine power had reached its peak all at once.

Countless scattered cultivators watched Wei Xiaoyu's head from afar, not daring to approach the city, but they were afraid that they would be misunderstood by the soldiers who patrolled and guarded dozens of coffins, which would lead to boundless killing and robbery.

After stopping for a while, many monks quietly left, which was really too low-key. With that, the news was scattered into the city of sea dusk.

While causing more scattered cultivators to be frightened, it also caused some forces hostile to Zhou Jian to applaud.

Dan Pavilion is not far from Yu Bao Zhai. Its scale is to control Bao Zhai for three points, and the popularity in front of the pavilion is also the same. I saw that in front of the Dan Pavilion, there was an endless stream of people, and the guests left and came, came and left.

This is because compared with the magic weapon, the pill is a one-time surname consumable, practice exercises, wash the marrow, forge bones, and those who have financial resources can take it every day, naturally, the business of the Dan Pavilion is prosperous.

The pattern of the entire Dan Pavilion is similar to that of Yu Bao Zhai, with shops in front and the headquarters of the Dan Pavilion forces in the rear. In the meantime, the buildings are dense, and the patrolling guards are endless, and the forest is incomparable.

Among them, there is one of the most powerful buildings, which is where Chen Fuhai, the master of the Dan Pavilion Pavilion, cultivates as usual and alchemizes.

At this moment, in the attic on the top floor, Chen Fuhai sat on the ground, with a huge Dan furnace in front of him, and the Dan furnace was steaming outward, making the temperature in the attic very high.

On Chen Fuhai's left stood a burly man, about thirty or forty years old, respectfully recounting everything that had happened today.

"Tianbaozong, good, good. The old man was afraid that Zhou Jian would make a mistake and would wipe out the forces in the city. is worried, but I don't want the sky to fall and there is a higher staring, Tianbaozong, Xiao Ba's temper is short-tempered, his behavior is domineering, and he is a grudge, and he can die with the enemy. This time Wei Xiaoyu was killed, and Zhou Jian must die without a place to be buried. Chen Fuhai heard that he had an old face, his smile was like a flower, and his wrinkles were smoothed out, as if he was ten years younger.

"Then for the Giant Shark Gang, is it a pause for the Crazy Sea Gang?" the burly man asked very cleverly when he saw this.

Because he was afraid that Zhou Jian would make trouble, Chen Fuhai always wanted to integrate the forces in the city and compete with it. Now, it seems, it doesn't have to.

"No need, there is the Heavenly Treasure Sect, what are we worried about. Sure enough, Chen Fuhai smiled slightly and said.

"No. The burly man agreed very obediently.

Zhou Jianzi didn't know, because he provoked a great enemy, which made Dange Chen Fuhai, who was hostile to him, suspend the attack on him.

Because for the next period of time, Zhou Jian was meditating on cultivation and cultivating his spirit. Prepare for the memorial of dozens of soldiers.

This time, in Haidusk City, in front of Zhou Jiandi, Zhou Jian was dressed in white, with a white belt wrapped around his head, and dozens of soldiers stood in front of him.

Wu Shan, Zhuhai and other nine athletes will lead the horses and stand, all in white clothes and white belts.

Zhou Jian took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, there were dark clouds and a light rain, Zhou Jian did not transport the true yuan to resist, but let the rain stain his clothes.

Behind Zhou Jian, Hua Ping stood tall, looking so different in front of many soldiers. Zhou Jian turned his head and said coldly: "The widow is mourning for the widow's soldiers, and you don't have to come when you wait for the corpse to eat vegetarian." Rest assured, the widow will not take the opportunity to escape. ”

Hua Ping also knew that Zhou Jian was angry in his heart, so he didn't pay much attention to it. However, he glanced at the soldiers around him who were all dressed in white and white belts, and he was really not embarrassed to follow.

Immediately, Zhou Jian turned over and got on his horse, and together with the nine generals, surrounded by soldiers, went to the south of the city.

The east gate of the city is hung white, and on the main road leading to the city gate, it is swept clean, and there are soldiers guarding it all around.

The soldier was dressed in white, with a white belt around his waist, and a spear in his hand, with a solemn expression.

In the midst of this silent waiting, a huge contingent appeared in the West. There are soldiers in front of the road, dozens of huge coffins in the rear, and then Zhou Jian led nine strong generals, as well as many officials in Haidu, and finally many people in the city.

But the soldiers died heroically, and the people wanted to follow them, after all, they were also part of the city. There was no laughter along the way, only sadness and solemnity. The dark clouds overhead, covered in drizzle, made it even more sad.

The procession numbered tens of thousands, and the huge procession went all the way out of the east of the city along the main road, and then walked another five miles.

I came to a place near the mountains and rivers, with green mountains and green waters, and ancient trees piled up, which is a very good feng shui treasure land.

In front of a green mountain, dozens of huge pits were excavated, and in front of the huge pit, there were three cases, and sacrifices were placed on the table.

After arriving here, the team stopped. The coffin was carried by the soldiers and placed in the huge pits, and between Zhou Jian and the giant pits, there were countless soldiers lined up on both sides, forming an aisle. Zhou Jian, the officials of Haidu, and the nine generals came to the front together.

"Lile music. Zhou Jian took a deep breath and ordered.

"No. He promised the little official and immediately gave the order. A moment later, countless soldiers carried out a set of chimes, and countless musicians struck the chimes to create a sad sound.

"Cover the soil. Lile started, Zhou Jian ordered.

"No. The soldiers promised to bury the loess on the coffin, so that this group of patrol soldiers who died for Zhou Jian's life and died for the sea dusk returned to the loess and rested underground.

After the loess was buried and dozens of graves were piled up, the ritual music was also completed. Zhou Jian ordered: "Start the sacrificial text." ”

"No. Duan Hao, the county magistrate, agreed, and took out a piece of white paper from his cuff, which was full of handwriting.

"In the twenty-second year of Wude, the year Gengwu, August Bingshenshuo, the twenty-first day of Bingchen, the king sacrificed to dozens of soldiers in the sea dusk and said ....... ”

With Duan Hao's vigorous voice, the sacrificial text was read, and the sacrificial text was written by Zhou Jian himself, describing the merits and demerits as a condolence.

When Duan Hao read the sacrificial text, Zhou Jian took a deep breath, threw himself forward, and said secretly in his heart: "When the blood stains the city, you can't wait, but for the oath with the widow, the widow has already understood." The widow swears again here, and he will fight the head of the city with blood, defeat the demon beasts, protect the city of the sunset, and repay you and others. ”

But after a detailed understanding, Zhou Jian knew that under Wei Xiaoyu's strength, dozens of soldiers were back to back, swearing not to retreat, singing sad songs, and trusting him to avenge them.

After learning about it, Zhou Jian was even more sad. Such a strong man, but for the thief to kill like an ant, hateful.

Soon, after the sacrificial text was recited, Zhou Jian got a glass of wine from the hand of a small official, sprinkled it in front of him, and said: "The dead have spirits, may you rest in peace." ”

After that, Zhou Jian returned to his original position. The sacrifice ended here, and Zhou Jian, the king of Haidu, wrote a sacrificial text, told the merits, and came to pay tribute.

is grand, Zhou Jian doesn't want to be too gorgeous, like a clown to put on a show, to win people's hearts. He Zhou Jian did not rely on these, but on a sincere heart.

At that moment, there was a commotion from behind. Zhou Jian, Duan Hao, Wu Shan, Zhu Hai and others all turned their heads together, frowning slightly.

"Solemn place, why is it noisy?" Zhou Jian shouted.

"The king, some people have asked to see the king. A soldier came towards Zhou Jianxing and stopped ten steps away from Zhou Jian.

"Bring it on. Zhou Jianyan's face softened when he heard this, and he said.

"No. The soldier said yes, turned and walked down. A moment later, the soldier came with five people.

The city is special, and there are not many elderly people. And these five are all gray-haired, describing the appearance of withered and decaying.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what do you want to see the widow?" Zhou Jian asked with a slower expression.

"Dozens of strong men stained the city with blood, heroic, old and respectful. The king came to pay his respects, and the old man was respected. However, although there are green mountains and green waters, and good feng shui, there is no tombstone in front of the soldiers' tombs. The king is hereby invited to stand up. Among the five old men, the oldest one came out and saluted Zhou Jianxing.

"Please, the king. The rest of the old men also bowed together and said.

Zhou Jianjin said that he was in a bad mood, very, very bad, and at this moment, he was even more blocked in his chest in one breath, which made people panic.

"Heroes die in nowhere without a tombstone. If you have a heart, it is enough to lead the people to come and pay their respects in the coming year. Zhou Jian took a deep breath and said. Immediately afterwards, Zhou Jian suddenly turned his body, faced the graves of dozens of soldiers, and roared: "The people are enough to be immortal, and you will be blind when you die." ”

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Jian suddenly turned around and came back, and looked around at the officials, nine strong generals, soldiers, and ordinary people present.

Looking up to the sky and roaring, it was as violent as fire, and it was extremely gloomy: "Tianbao Sect first teamed up with Wei Xiang, Xu He and others, robbed thousands of strong men in the sea and dusk city, and then sent thieves to kill my soldiers, so that the blood stained the city, and achieved a tragic song, and then arrogant, and even asked the widow for 20,000 people, in order to supply the Tianbao Sect to train the puppet, the widow hated it deeply, and now it is said that he swears here, and he will not die." ”

"Never die, never die. ”

After a moment of silence, the crowd shouted, hoarse and full of grief and indignation.

Today, the dark clouds cover the day, the drizzle continues, and the hearts of the people are gloomy, even more than the weather. Although the sacrificial text is mourned, it is also the same as Zhou Jian, and it is difficult to get out of the evil breath in his heart.

At this moment, Zhou Jian looked up to the sky and roared, exhausting everyone's mood.

The hatred is as deep as the sea, and it never dies.

(To be continued)