Yingzhou is the hinterland of the six states of the Central Plains, the transportation hub connecting the land routes of the six states, and it is also the place where the world's celebrities meet. Its strong scholarly style is the most prosperous in the whole Great Zhou, and the population flow here is also better than that of the capital.

Therefore, the world's first pavilion Yunxian Pavilion, which shows the supreme authority of the Four Seas Alliance, is located here, and the people in the rivers and lakes have all been fighting for a long time, and the famous sects in the alliance do not want to find a place in the Yunxian Pavilion, even if they are used to being alone in the rivers and lakes, they will willingly worship in the Yunxian Pavilion.

Just because here there is fame, and with fame comes endless benefits, both visible and invisible.

Not to talk about the rivers and lakes, the same is true in the temples, the monarchs and ministers, the vast rivers and mountains, after a hundred years, it is just a handful of loess, people die, and all that can be left is fame, which will last for a hundred generations, or leave a stench for ten thousand years.

In recent days, due to the imminent autumn meeting of the Four Seas Alliance, Yingzhou has become more lively than usual, not only the large and small sects of the six states of the Central Plains, but even the border lands and foreign barbarians have also come to join in the excitement, wanting to see this seven-year martial arts event.

Suddenly, this already shallow river and lake has become more unfathomable.

Mo Jun embarked on the road to Yingzhou, fortunately, he was supported by the disguise technique, and he was not recognized along the way, or in other words, the people in the rivers and lakes seemed to be not too concerned about the wanted notice issued by the imperial court. After all, the wanted list was full of big people, and if someone really saw the general, they would not dare to make a move if they borrowed a few courages from him.

And Yejiabao also reined in his edge because of Ye Wenliu, and began to be a low-key person and do things, even the invitation of this autumn event, Ye Sichen, the owner of the castle, also politely declined, only saying that he would fully support the new alliance leader at that time, and then there was no follow-up, and the entire Yejiabao seemed to be isolated from the world.

This kind of behavior of not having three hundred taels of silver here has to make people wonder if Ye Wenliu has hid home, so there are also many people with bad intentions who want to sneak into Yejiabao to find out;

And Yejiabao is a local snake after all, and they don't want to offend too much, and gradually the matter will be over, and people don't bother to care about it anymore, so for the time being, this Yejiabao doesn't exist.

After all, time can smooth out anything.

Mo Jun also has his self-knowledge, although he was once a general of the imperial court, but he just relied on the emperor's favor and the strong recommendation of the king of Qi to climb up exceptionally, although in terms of ability, he does have this level, but when it comes to qualifications, this is just a hairy boy in his twenties, and the old rivers and lakes naturally scoff at it.

Mo Jun understands that he still has some understanding of the affairs in Beijing, but once he enters the world of rivers and lakes, it will be much more tender, and whether the rivers and lakes are clear or turbid, he has to explore to know.

Therefore, Mo Jun decided to rein in his edge, be a low-key person, and ignore some things if he can, saving himself from getting into trouble.

Although he heard that the heroes in the rivers and lakes are all righteous people who draw swords to help each other when they see injustice, he can't afford to be a hero for the time being.

At this moment, Mo Jun was wearing a hat on his head, which was lowered to cover half of his face, a black cloak was draped on top of his eye-catching white clothes, and he was huddled in the corner of a carriage with a snow-treading sword in both hands, only a few big characters engraved on his face: "No one should enter".

Earlier, I happened to meet a team of dart cars heading to Yingzhou on the road, and Mo Jun didn't know the road very well, so even if he offered to go together, he paid them some money, and he stayed in the car and did nothing.

Recently, due to the excitement of Yingzhou, everyone in the world is trying to squeeze there, except for some of these people who are difficult to provoke, the rest are fat cattle and fat sheep, what rich businessmen, wealthy sons, all have become the target of gangsters, once they are caught, it is a lot of silver, resulting in the recent official road is not very peaceful.

So these people naturally found the dart game.

The dart masters lived a life of licking blood from the knife edge, tightening their belts tighter than anyone else, and treating their employers' goods as more important than their own lives. After all, they can die, but they must not ruin the reputation of the game, this is their morality.

Although the dart masters were a little suspicious, the price given by Mo Jun was too tempting, and the dart head weighed this ordinary young man and agreed. They have already run countless darts, and they are familiar with the bandits and bandits in this area, and when they saw Mo Jun's face, they seemed to have come from other places, so they accepted it.

Along the way, some self-familiar dart masters were really idle, so they chatted with Mo Jun with a match, and then saw that the other party just stuffed his head, looked like he ignored it, touched his nose, and felt bored, so he retreated.

Mo Junle's purity, leaning on the corner of the carriage, closed his eyes and rested.

The dart car shook like this for three days and two nights, but it has been fine, thinking that in the territory of Shangzhou, this dart bureau still has some ways, it is estimated that the ambush bandits along the way saw the flag, and knew that they could not be provoked, so they let it go.

However, this is only limited to the territory of Shangzhou.

Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Just after the boundary of Shangzhou, the dart cart slowly traveled to a steep road surrounded by mountains on both sides, and there was a bottomless cliff on the side, and the sound of the tide hitting the cliff wall could be faintly heard.

This kind of terrain is the lying ground.

The experienced dart masters naturally knew that this trip was not good, and their faces had long since disappeared from the relaxed look at the beginning, replaced by solemnity and nervousness.

There was an unusual smell in the air, as if it smelled of blood.

In the silence of the mountains, only the sound of the collision of the wheels and the gravel road, the footsteps of the dart masters, and the occasional wind moving the mountains and forests, and the chirping of beasts and birds.

Under the background of such a strange atmosphere, the dart masters became more and more nervous, and many people had cold sweat on their backs, the knuckles of the fingers holding the knife turned white, and their hearts were depressed.

Beep –

Suddenly, a long roar sounded, followed by a noise among the trees on both sides, like birds fluttering and beasts roaring.

Then there was a cannon shot, and a brilliant spark bloomed in the sky, and rows of firelight suddenly lit up in the originally dark mountains and forests, and drums, footsteps, and shouts came and went.

Obviously, this trip was in limbo.

The dart masters were also well-trained people, and they immediately reacted, and the queue began to spread out regularly, around the dart cart, each in groups of three with different weapons, back to back, looking at each other, in this kind of lying ground, all that can be done is to negotiate and defend.

Although the art of war has clouds to strike first and strike later, but at the moment the enemy is unknown and the terrain is unfavorable, so they cannot do this in any way.

Mo Jun in the carriage was excited, and slowly opened his eyes, obviously there was such a big movement, he couldn't not sense it.

However, Mo Jun didn't plan to make a move, he had heard that this dart master and the bandits also had their own rules, so neither side would rush to make a move.

Mo Jun raised his hand and lifted a corner of the curtain, looking at the firelight not far away.

Squinted his eyes.

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