August 18.

The continuous thunderstorm had been hanging over Qu Bai for seven or eight days, and the sky was low overhead, and a rumbling roar came from behind the sea of clouds.

Nian An came back from the ditch in a cloak, he had not been able to go to the Weishui to find the green stone for three or four days in a row, and the turbulent water flowing up and down had been raging for the past two days, and even swept away a grass house built next to the Wei River overnight.

The young man walked on North Street, and by the two fingers of water on the road, he could see many people on both sides of the street who were sitting behind the windows on the second floor with half open windows.

Seeing that today's rain was faintly overshadowing the momentum of the previous few days, the young man decided to go to the Qingyang Taoist Temple in the south of the city to help take care of the objects left there for the rest of his life.

When passing by the entrance of Guwutong Street, Nian An had to take a slight detour. Two days ago, a thunderstorm from the sky actually split the entire right half of the towering sycamore tree trunk and collapsed a large section of the road.

The trunk was extremely heavy, and it was raining again, and the government had not had time to send someone to remove it.

When Nian An carefully bypassed the damaged road, he inadvertently looked at the red-clothed monk who was still motionless next to the ancient well. Ever since he entered Qubai City and sat here, no one had seen him move another step or eat a little food.

Ignoring the rain falling from the sky, the red sea drenched his whole body.

He sat there as if he had taken root in the ground.

However, the curious Nian An also found that since Gu Wutong fell half of his face, the red-clothed monk no longer closed his eyes. He would now stick his head out, maintaining an extremely stable position, and his eyes would be staring at the ancient well in a daze, his throat constantly shaking, making a low, strange sound of "cooing".

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Nian'an breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived at Qingyang Mountain, this seemingly dilapidated Taoist temple had not been damaged by the continuous rain.

The young man put down his robe and paced around the Taoist temple. Although the main body of the Taoist temple is fine, there seems to be some leakage on the west wall, so Nian'an had to rely on his memory to come to a room behind the Taoist temple to store sundries for the rest of his life.

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The room was a little dark, and the boy lit a lamp and candle and rummaged around here, but accidentally kicked his foot into an inverted iron basin in the corner that had been forgotten here for a long time. Nian An sighed, and wanted to bend down to pick up the iron basin to catch the leak, but when he turned it over, he saw a note that was already slightly wet and had a lot of dirt stuck to the back.

Nian An pinched the note and carefully walked to the dry place and opened it.

"Don't look at water as water. ”

"What is this?" muttered the half-demon boy.

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The word "west" has just been exported.

Qubai North City Gate, the city defense army panicked and moved away to resist the horse.

One of the horses flew through the city gate and seemed to rush towards the middle city.

The horse was a majestic and tall northwestern black horseman, and the man was a masked knight wearing pure black light armor and a long sword hanging from his back.

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The knight with a wordless momentum was running, but the small handful of red tassels on the hilt of the long sword behind his back were soaked by the rain and glued tightly, looking a little embarrassed.

There was a tall building to the south of the knight, and the new Suzaku Yabaihu on the third floor of the tall building was watching the knight through the window.

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Seeing that he had already walked through Pear Blossom Lane, Lord Baihu turned around and closed the window, pinched out a piece of letter paper from the envelope on the table on the right hand, and read it aloud to the general flags in front of him with a calm expression.

"Shehong County reported that the twenty-four Vermilion Bird Guards here had been confirmed to be dead after losing contact with the Qianhu Ya in Longbei for a day and a night. ”

Also killed were 1,842 people from Shehong County. ”

The expressions of the general flags below froze there.

After reading the letter, Lord Baihu stood up and walked outside, probably because his steps were too fast, and the wind from his big red cloak shook the fire candles in the house.

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The ride did not stop, stepping on the water splash all the way, turning into a black shadow in the rain and rushing to the capital county mansion.

The road was stopped by the patrol defenders, but he was frightened by the dazzling white branches hanging from the knight's waist.

This is the elite knight of the camp under the governor of Longbei, seeing the ride is like seeing a person, and the will of the supreme governor of Longbei Province is hidden under the tender white branches.

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The knight dismounted.

Chang Weirong had already dressed up his official uniform and was waiting here.

The knight untied a copper letter barrel from his back and handed it to Changdujun.

Chang Weirong bent down and took it respectfully with both hands.

The black-armored knight waited until the letter barrel had been handed over, and then he clasped his hands into fists and saluted, and the black armor on his whole body rubbed into a clanging sound, which shook the rain around him.

Often honored to return the salute, the knight did not say a word, turned around, mounted his horse, and stepped on the wind and rain to go.

"At noon on August 17, some hunters from the mountains brought wild meat to Shehong County, Bendao, to sell. Wading through mountains and rivers, he came down from the official road and smelled a choking stench for a mile across the flood.

Orion dared to check it out.

In the huge county, there is no one, one animal, one animal, and one luck to live.

One thousand eight hundred and forty-two heads were neatly gathered together and placed in the central square of Shehong County.

Orion was shocked and said to be the city of death.

The cause of the tragic scene here is unknown, and I hope you will be cautious.

Shi Kefa, Governor of Longbei Province

Chang Weirong put down the letter with his eyes closed, and sat down on his knees, with a little tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.

A day and night later.

Thunderstorms are more intense.

There are rumors everywhere that the whole county was slaughtered, and the death was extremely miserable.

The caravan that could not hold its breath in the western city began to pack their luggage, preparing to return to Kannai early this year. As a result, South Street, which had been calm for a while after continuous rain for seven or eight days, became popular again.

However, most of the experienced businessmen still choose to stay in Qubai. This is not a small county like Shehong, this northern border city that has stood for many years has been surrounded by a circle of bluestone walls from the beginning of its construction.

In addition, the rain was urgent at this time, and the cause of the flood tragedy was unknown, so leaving the city ahead of schedule put himself in great danger.

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In the north of Qubai City, Nian An was sitting at home holding the Taoist treasure and studying it carefully.

At the other end of the room, Qiuqiu was biting the needle and thread and trying to sew a delicate lace embroidery for the Luo shirt in her hand, it seemed that the rumors she heard in the market today were too appalling, and the girl accidentally pricked her thumb with a little blood.

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There are majestic goshawks, flapping their wings and passing over Qubai in the rainy night, pointing straight to the sunset border in the distance.

Looking down from the eyes of the goshawk, the sky was raining as far as the eye could see, and there were knights in black armor and red-eyed birds in red cloak scurrying around a county town on the official road to the east.

With a high-pitched roar, the eagle swooped down and landed on the shoulders of a green-armored knight sitting on horseback a few miles away. The knight pressed down and whipped his horse north.

All the way to the thunder, in a wine shop outside a small city two miles away from the official road next to the knight, a female doll wrapped in red snatched the soju from the old man's hand, took a sip, jumped on the old man's back and hugged his neck.

The tall old man smiled lightly, walked out of the wine shop in three or two steps, and in the blink of an eye, he was already a hundred feet away.

The girl doll stretched out her hand and pointed to a waterfall hidden in the mountains and forests in front of her.

There happened to be a nameless cave in the waterfall, and a middle-aged man was squinting and sleeping with his hands on his knees. I don't know what was bothering, he opened his eyelids slightly, and his pale yellow clothes fluttered gently behind him with the south wind coming from the hole.

He stretched out his hand.

A sword broke through the earth from afar.

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The man in the Linfeng Pavilion who was bathed in flames frowned slightly, and a thunderclap exploded from the originally clear sky above the palace.

Tong Rang, who was originally kneeling in front of the hall, looked up at the sky and trembled.

Fortunately, the man in the flame returned to his deep sleep after a moment.