The Star Pavilion lists hundreds of soldiers in the world, and there are four weapons that are not evaluated, thinking that they are evil. These four evil soldiers are: the ghost hand, the soul hook rope, the dragon bone Yue, and the five ten square swords.

The Nine Palaces proclaimed themselves the envoys of hell, making a living by collecting money and killing people, and were feared and hated by the people of the rivers and lakes. If you talk about the evil sects on the rivers and lakes, the Nine Palaces should be the first.

The evil faction makes the evil soldiers, it seems to be logical, the nine halls kill people, seek speed, seek stability, and the usual weapons are the ghost hand, the soul hook rope, and the dragon bone Yue.

Pingshang was originally a paradise, and the people here were self-sufficient, did not compete with others, and lived a quiet and graceful life, so it has been a hundred years.

However, half a month ago, Xia Muren led a group of guards to come here, and although everyone was self-disciplined, hundreds of people came and went frequently, and finally broke the tranquility here.

Although the tranquility is gone, the serenity is still there, and the daily life of the original people has not changed greatly because of this, it is still made at sunrise and rested at sunset. This year, the grain on the flat is growing exceptionally well, and the rice plants in the mountain fields are golden yellow, and the ears are full and long, and the waist of the plants is bent. Although there are mountain fields on the flat, they are limited by irrigation, and the rice planting is only 800 acres, which is only four or five acres per household. Two households work for two or three days, and the harvest is completed in three days at most. Therefore, the original master has always had to wait for the rice to ripen thoroughly before the summer harvest, and now is the day to cut the stubble, and the old and strong laborers have all gone to the field.

"Is the prince inside?" Xiao Junzi hurriedly walked into the courtyard where Xia Muren had stayed, and said with an anxious look on his face. He was the guardian centurion of the Yiwang Mansion, and he knew that Xia Muren was coming to Pingzhou, so he didn't care about his wife who was about to give birth, so he forcibly followed. In his opinion, Xia Muren's safety is more important than his own life, and even, more important than the lives of everyone in the world, including his wife and children.

"Lord Xiao, here, the prince has not gone out today. The guard reported.

When Xiao Junzi heard this, he hurriedly went to the courtyard.

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"Junzi, what's wrong, so urgent?" Seeing Xiao Junzi walking in a hurry, Ping Bufan frowned and asked. In the past few days, the two brothers have been hiding in this courtyard, guarding Xia Muren closely.

"Mr. Pingda, there are a lot of people, I'm afraid..." he was interrupted by Ping Bufan in the middle of his words, "Don't say anything first, go inside to report to the prince, quickly!"

They already knew that the enemy would come in the next few days, and they had made ample plans, but when they heard that they were really coming, they still couldn't help but panic a little. The enemy is the Yunwang Mansion, the Salt Gang, and the Nine Palaces that the people in the rivers and lakes talk about, and no matter how solid the defense is, it may not be able to be thorough.

After Xiao Junzi entered, Ping Bufan took out the Qiankun circle from his back, swirled two silver lights, and his eyes scanned the surroundings coldly.

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"Knock! knock!" After knocking on the door three times, Xiao Junzi reported outside the door: "Lord Wang, my subordinates have something to report!"

Xia Muren was writing a recital on the desk, and when he called the door, he put down the wolf and pushed away the inkstone. The floods in Pingzhou are endless, the money, people, and materials in his hands are far from enough to meet the needs of post-disaster reconstruction, and the support of the imperial court has not yet arrived, even if he has the ability to decay, he feels that he is overstretched.

"Gentleman, come in!" After the desk was cleaned up, Xia Muren called out. Hitomi, who was standing aside, heard the words and deeds to the door and opened the door.

"Master Hitomi!" the door opened, and Xiao Junzi beckoned to Hitomi.

Hitomi didn't answer, only nodded slightly. He has always been cold and arrogant, and nodding to Xiao Junzi is already an extremely rare kindness. He naturally knew that Xiao Junzi's loyalty to Xia Muren was not under him, and he could die for him at any time. Based on this alone, Xiao Junzi deserves his kindness.

"Gentleman, why are you in such a hurry?" Xia Muren stood up, swept the desk with his sleeves, and said with a smile.

"Lord Wang, they're here!" Xiao Junzi stabilized his breath and bowed down to report, "There are a lot of people!"

"How much?" Xia Muren didn't have time to ask, but Ah Tong spoke first.

"About... Eight hundred!" Xiao Junzi gritted his teeth and replied. Eight hundred... I thought that the enemy would send out four or five hundred at most, but I didn't expect eight hundred to come. And it seems that they are not weak.

Ah Tong's eyelids flashed, his face was pale, and his hands were clenched so loudly that he said coldly for a long time: "Then kill all these eight hundred people!"

After Xia Muren heard Xiao Junzi report the words "eight hundred", his forehead couldn't help frowning, and the number of enemies far exceeded his imagination.

"Dismiss the original residents, send someone to the bottom of the mountain to call Yi Zuhui to bring troops to help, and inform the senior monks of Kuzen Temple. Go!" Xia Muren sighed and ordered in a deep voice.

Xiao Junzi got the clear order and hurriedly retreated.

"Ah Hitomi, life and death are fateful, and the matter has come to this point, and we can only do our best. Seeing that Ah Hitomi's face had been gloomy, Xia Muren laughed softly, "I put a pot of wine in the side hall, I've been very busy lately, and I haven't had time to drink it." It's rare to have time today, you can have a few drinks with me, you've been too bitter all these years!"

Ah Tong looked up at Xia Muren, his eyes were as bright as stars, nodded slightly, and turned around to walk towards the side hall. The moment he turned around, tears welled up in his eyes.

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"Kick, kick, kick, kick!" Suddenly, several throwing knives shot out from the side of the mountain road and stuck them in his neck and waist.

"Bang!" the horse was still running forward, but the man on it fell to the ground, his eyes wide and he struggled to death. He was stabbed in the neck, blood splattered all over the ground, and it was clear that he would never survive.

Several people walked out of the shade of the mountain road, walked to his side, saw that he had several large knife wounds on his arms and calves, and kicked him in the waist a few times, but when he saw no response, one of them said: "He was injured before, and he was intercepted in front of him, and the top should have moved." You wait here, and I'll go and tell you. ”

After speaking, he disappeared in the shade of the trees, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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Murderous as substance.

More than 1,000 people confronted each other in front of this ancestral hall without saying a word. The people near the ancestral house were all dressed in standard uniforms, and the people on the opposite side were all dressed in black and masked, except for eight people.

The eight men wore black cloaks, black cloaks, and a jet-black ghostly hand in each hand.

"Eight masters of the Nine Halls actually came?hehe, which one is the Gang Master Zhang?" the old monk of Hanging Moon stood in front of the ancestral hall and asked in a cold voice.

"Whew~~~"

"Whew~~~"

As soon as his voice fell, the eight masters attacked together.

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It was already noisy outside, and the sound of metal clashing, screaming, shouting, and cursing passed through the two door walls into Xia Muren's study.

Hitomi held the wine glass and listened attentively, the more she listened, the more frightened she became, and her face became more and more solemn. He wants to go out, but he has no doppelganger.

"Why bother with him, it's useless to think too much, it's better to drink another glass!" Xia Muren sneered as he poured wine. In the courtyard where he lived, there were only eight eyes and two flats and twenty guards, and the eight hundred people outside the door rushed here desperately.

I hope Yi Zuhui can understand, I hope it's still too late. Xia Muren muttered. Yi Zuhui was the adjutant of Pingzhou's disaster relief, and three days ago, Xia Muren ordered him to summon soldiers within a radius of 100 miles from Pingshan to stand by at the foot of Pingshan, and at this time nearly 4,000 people had been gathered at the foot of Pingshan. He had already guessed that the messenger who had come down the mountain might be intercepted, so he sent for the freshly cut straw and burned it. White smoke rises into the sky, and it is the best way to ask for help. It's just that the disaster relief soldiers are militia, not to mention killing the enemy on the battlefield, even swords and guns are rare to use a few times, and the weakness of the combat power can be imagined.

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"Grandpa, the original two groups of people fought, those men in black are so fierce..."A playful little boy fled from the original to the field at this time, tightly clutching the corner of a white-bearded old man's clothes, and said with palpitations.