Loved ones, loved ones, and loved ones!

Breaking bones and connecting tendons, on the entire Beichen Island, it can be said that most people are related to the Loose Sect.

It was through these connections that they had been able to fight the Celestial God Cult for more than forty years. Now this kind of association has become a constraint for them.

"Don't gather! If you can't get out of the island, go to the countryside, go to the wasteland, and scatter and hide as much as possible!"

"Everyone acts separately, notify as much as you can! Pay attention to concealment when you act, don't be caught by the people of the Heavenly God Sect!"

In the end, the Northern Stygian Dragon Spring could only think of this method of temporary delay.

Others couldn't think of a better way but to do what they were told first.

After the party, Kitasty Senyuki mounted his horse and prepared to leave.

"Second sister, where are you going?" asked Kitahei Chiba as he pulled his horse.

"I'll go to Luoying Town to inform Mr. Zeng!"

Mr. Zeng in the mouth of the North Shadow Thousand Snow, named Zeng Chunming, is a great Confucian who traveled across the sea to the country of cherry blossoms more than thirty years ago, and is also the enlightenment teacher of her and the North Shadow Thousand Leaves. When they were young, the two studied there for a few years, and they often corresponded when they grew up.

"Didn't I already inform me last time, Mr. must have already hidden! Luoying Town is too close to Ning'an City, so don't go!"

"Sir's character, you don't know, I'm worried that he's still in town!"

"Okay then, second sister, you try to go back as quickly as possible!"

"Hmm!"

Kitasty Chiyuki rode away, while Kitasty Chiba hurried to other towns where there were disciples of the Loose Sect.

......

Falling Sakura Town

Da-da-da-da!

Leading the horse, the northern snow passed through a dense cherry blossom forest, stepped on the pink cherry blossoms everywhere, walked quickly into the town, and rushed to the southwest.

Bang bang!

By the side of the roadside repaired river, three or two women beat their clothes with wooden mallets. On the shore, wisps of white smoke from coal stoves rise.

"Xiaoxue, are you here to find Mr. Zeng?"

There are familiar women, stop what they are doing, and greet Beiming Qianxue with a smile.

"Aunt Tian, why haven't you left yet? Didn't Uncle Tu Yuan already inform you?" Beiming Qianxue's words were a little anxious.

"Tu Yuan? Oh! You said that! It's all hearsay! Xiaoxue, you're a girl from a big family, how can you believe it!"

The woman laughed as she spoke, apparently ignoring the warnings of the Loose Sect in the early days.

"That's true, Ning'an City has been destroyed! You believe me, just flee to the countryside!"

Ignoring the suspicious expressions of several women, Beiming Qianxue hastened towards Zeng Chunming's house.

Turning the corner into a bluestone alley, the old mottled brick wall, a few thin weeds shrunk in the gaps, and women with oil-paper umbrellas laughed with each other, and the North Shadow Qianxue staggered.

"It seems! The people here don't believe it at all! Damn!"

Looking at this quiet and peaceful town, with a great charm of the south of the Yangtze River, Beiming Qianxue was very anxious.

In fact, this situation is understandable, after all, not everyone can travel hundreds of miles to Ning'an City to confirm the authenticity like them.

If it weren't for the bloody reality in front of him, who would leave his hometown and leave his hometown where he has lived for decades because of a sentence.

After walking for about half a mile and passing through a few mottled alleys, the Thousand Snows of the North Darkness arrived at the door of a dilapidated farmhouse.

The low wall made of gray bricks, the loofah seedlings crawling on the ridge, the yellow flowers blooming on the loofah seedlings, the bees coiling in the stamens, and the white garlic, corn, and red peppers hanging on the wall, and the Luo Circle chair against such a background, on the chair sat an old man with his eyes closed, a yellow dog lying at the feet of the old man, and a teapot and books on the rattan table on the right.

The sun shone on the old man and the yellow dog, and the old man looked comfortable, revealing the appearance of enjoyment, peace and tranquility.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Fishing alone in the cold river and snow! Fishing alone in the cold river and snow! Fishing alone in the cold river and snow! Fishing alone! Fishing alone! This word is really wonderful! Good poem! Good poem! I didn't expect Daqian to come up with such great talent!"

The old man lay on the chair, chanting words in his mouth, as if drinking wine and eating vegetables, savoring carefully.

"Master, why are you still here?"

Walking to the front of Beiming Qianxue, she looked at the old man with an anxious face and a blameful tone.

Hearing the voice of the Thousand Snows of the North Darkness, Zeng Chunming opened his eyes leisurely, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, as if he had a big dream.

"Xiaoxue, why are you here?"

"I ......"

"Come and see! This is a collection of poems that my junior brother has just sent from Daqian! These poems are really wonderful! Every time I read them, I feel that the aftertaste is endless!"

It's like getting a baby, and without waiting for Beiming Qianxue to finish speaking, Zeng Chunming opened the book on his side and pointed it out to her.

"Especially this one, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows! I hope that people will live together for a long time! I will express my sadness and longing in one sentence! I can not be bound by the thoughts of children's affection! Alas! If I can see a poet in this life, I will really die without regrets!"

Zeng Chunming has a taste of an old man talking about juvenile madness and fanatical star-chasing fans, and he is even more gushing when he talks about the poems in his hand.

"Master, when has this been, why are you still looking at this? Hurry up and follow me! When that madman comes over, it's really too late!"

Seeing that Zeng Chunming was endless, Beiming Qianxue forcibly interrupted him, pulling him to get on the horse and leave.

"Alas, what a madman, how can there be so many madmen in the world? Besides, I'm an old bone, where else can I go? This is a good man, even if it's a demon and a monster, I don't dare to be unscrupulous! Don't worry about it!"

Zeng Chunming took the book in his hand and refused to get on the horse.

"Woohoo!"

The old yellow dog, who was sleeping on the ground, saw that his master was forcibly pulled, propped up his old body, and let out a weak bark.

A few children with pigtails ran over to each other. When he got to Zeng Chunming's side, he surrounded him with a smile.

"Grandpa, grandpa, aren't you going to tell us a story? I'll call them all!"

One of them, a slightly older barefoot boy, said triumphantly.

"Yes, yes, tell a story, where was it last time?"

Zeng Chunming tore away Beiming Qianxue's hand, touched the boy's hair, and said with a smile.

"I know, I know! When Chen Ping was kicked out of the house by his sister-in-law, he immediately learned the real skills!"

There are children who rush to answer with milky voices.

"No, no, it's that I've learned the art of war, and I'm about to lead my troops to war!"

"But I haven't heard it yet!" said the child aggrievedly.

Zeng Chunming pulled the youngest child to his side and said with a kind smile: "Since this is the case, then I will talk about it again, you have to listen carefully." ”

"Uh-huh!"

Beiming Qianxue, who was standing on the side, was mad with anger, but he couldn't do anything.

At this moment, another blue-shirted young man with a beautiful face, holding a book in his hand, hurried over.

"Huh, Sister Qianxue, are you also coming to see the master?"

Seeing the Thousand Snows of the North Darkness, the young man showed a look of surprise.

"Song Jun, why are you still in town?"

"My family lives in the town, of course I'm in the town!Sister Qianxue, I just learned a few swordsmanship techniques in the martial arts hall in the city recently, you can ...... later!"

"Don't you know the news that the Celestial God Sect is going to slaughter Beichen Island?"

"Uh, you said that, how could it be? It's all a lie!"

Song Jun smiled, disapproving.

"You, Master, Ajun, I'm sorry!"

Since the two of them didn't listen, Beiming Qianxue had no choice but to use force.

Before she could make a move, there was a faint shouting sound in the direction of the entrance of Luoying Town, and there were even fireworks rising into the sky.

"Dead! dead!"

"Kill! Kill! Run!"

"Help! Save ......"

......

Deep in the sea

Among the Sanctuaries of the Loose Sect.

Through the paintings of the head of the first generation of carefree schools, Song Yifei, who had an epiphany, still did not escape the fate of his true anger.

In a moment, it was from innate to natural, and there was no internal breath.