The wind is quiet and the water is howling.

The flowers laughed and croaked.

Look back at the fish and wood village.

In the darkness of several miles, the figures were heavy, and the faint light of fire appeared on the mountain.

The mountains are all over the wilderness, and there are countless straws, such as the Yin army sent by the king of Yama to patrol the sun, which is silent and dark and strange.

On the east mountain, the warm wine is still there, and the cool breeze is like a sharpened knife. Jia Haoren was sitting at a simple wooden table, using a small wolf hair, carefully writing a detailed letter to plot thousands of troops. The details of the letterhead are full of three pages of letterhead, ranging from the internal situation of Yumu Village, to the injuries of the northerners who were eaten by the poison, Xia Xun led people to flee for help, the panic of the people in the village, and the rebellion against Qingqiu, etc., all of which were recorded in the letter. After the letter was written, he reviewed it several times before he safely put the letter into the envelope, marked it with ink, and handed it to Fang Qingqiu's hands.

"This is my secret letter to the crown prince, and in the letter is written my secret words, which are so that the order can be reviewed, and the crown prince will be able to trust you after reading the letter. Your request is not excessive, with the heart of the crown prince, he will definitely not worry about you, and the past can be written off. It's just that your request to take a Bodhi to ascend to heaven is really a bit far-fetched, and I dare not be completely sure that the crown prince will agree to you. Therefore, it is better for you to negotiate with the crown prince this time. I think even if you don't get Bodhi, the crown prince can promise you the same generous gifts, and you don't have to be too obsessed with this. ”

Handing the letter into Fang Qingqiu's hands, Jia Haoren cautiously admonished.

Fang Qingqiu put the letter into his arms, and clasped his fists with both hands: "Thank you Brother Jia for your help, the grace of saving your life is in your heart, and you will definitely report it in the future." If this can be done, after the crown prince captures Yumu Village, Qingqiu will not be stingy in front of the crown prince and invite credit for you. ”

"Haha..."

Jia Haoren nodded with satisfaction, and said with a polite smile: "It's still that Fang Gongzi understands human feelings, so Jia Mou thanked him first." ”

Fang Qingqiu cushioned his fists again, then glanced at the people around him, and said sharply: "I'll take the first step, you guys are waiting for my news here." During the period when I was out of the village, Brother Jia took orders for me, and anyone who dared to slack off would be disrespectful to our Qingqiu, and I would be severely punished when I returned!"

"Yes. ”

"Brother Fang, don't worry, Brother Jia is kind to us, and we will treat each other with courtesy. ”

"Yes, Qingqiu, you can go with confidence. ”

Everyone responded one after another, Fang Qingqiu nodded reassuringly, and said to Jia Haoren: "Then I'll go." ”

Jia Haoren clenched his fists: "I'm waiting for your good news." ”

After that, Fang Qingqiu turned around and walked to the edge of the cliff, and then spread his arms and jumped, turning into a big bird and jumping off the cliff...

Soldiers, treacherous ways.

Therefore, it can be shown but cannot be used, it is not used to show it, it is near and it is far away, and it is far away and it is shown to be near. Profit and temptation, chaos and take, real and prepared, strong and avoid, angry and scratch, humble and arrogant, hard work, kiss and leave. Attack it unprepared, take it by surprise. The victory of this soldier cannot be passed on first.

A plan is successful, and the plot is against Yumu.

If you fail, you will succeed.

The conspirators, the ghosts and gods, too.

"Hehe, it's actually pretty good tonight. ”

“......”

Standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the figure that fell to the bottom of the mountain and quickly escaped into the darkness in the distance, Jia Haoren showed a deep smile of triumph. Slowly looking up at the stars and the moon, the moonlight leaking from the dark clouds illuminates the clouds, as if there is an invisible black hand rendering the black and white story of tonight. Loneliness does not necessarily mean loneliness, when a person is completely intoxicated with his own world, he will often have colorful blind thoughts, so as to ignore the thoughts of many others, and be self-righteous.

After Fang Qingqiu left, Jia Haoren hurriedly made an excuse and walked briskly down the east mountain along the mountain road.

Perhaps, as he himself said, even if he is an enemy, Xia Xun's strategy also makes him admire. Even though Xia Xun is no longer in Yumu Village, he still habitually wants to do things to the point of being the most cautious, just in case.

The sneaky figure walked down the east mountain, carefully investigated the northerners in the tents everywhere, and after confirming that they were all correct, Jia Haoren walked to the thatched house by the Beihe River as usual, lit the oil lamp, and gently closed the doors and windows. Listening to the sound of falling water in the thatched house, people who don't know the inside story may think that he is really in a hurry.

In fact, this is certainly not true.

After all, no matter how bad a person's stomach is, he will not have to squat in the pit several times a day.

The dull sound of falling water, accompanied by the foul stench, intermittently disturbed the silent night for about half a quarter before Jia Haoren walked out of the hut with a letter. The big picture seems to have been decided, but he is still outrageously cautious. Jia Haoren sneakily glanced around, and after making sure that no one noticed it, he took out a black little mouse from his sleeve, tied the letter in his hand tightly to the back of the little mouse with three straw ropes, and then put the little mouse on the ground and let it leave on its own...

A letter, written at both ends,

One is bright, the other is dark.

The two letters coincide, foolproof, and the means can be described as extremely clever.

As a secret whistle responsible for planning, Jia Haoren undoubtedly interprets this identity to the extreme. Be careful, be cautious, be low-key and forbearing, and be the most able to endure humiliation, so it is often ignored. It's just that as a strategist, Jia Haoren has almost no meaning of existence, because he doesn't understand the pros and cons of the situation, and he ignores the trade-offs between people's hearts.

The little mouse escaped into the bushes with great agility, and in the blink of an eye there was no shadow.

After a series of calculations, it seems that the situation of victory or defeat has really been finalized. The triumphant smile had become a little arrogant and undisguised. Jia Haoren should be sighing in his heart at the moment that the world is impermanent, he never thought that he was a little scholar, he wanted to be talented but not worthy of the literary examination, and his martial arts were even more unsightly, and in such a national examination that gathered the rising stars of the world, he could actually fiddle with such a flip for clouds and hands for rain, and trip the legendary figure into the soil. He seemed to have seen the royal army smearing and attacking, three hundred northerners being killed in the camp, and the scene when the crown prince made him an official and knighted, and he also seemed to see the second half of his life when he was drunk and dreamed of dying with a beautiful woman in his arms.

Happiness came so suddenly.

The smile is getting more and more cunning...

"Sha..."

However, the plot is always wonderful, with constant ups and downs, and only then will there be a story.

Just when Jia Haoren laughed the deepest, an extremely small sound of the curtain opening instantly pulled him back to reality from the dream bubble.

The sound was the thin sound of coarse rags rubbing against each other, very small.

Looking at the voice, a figure suddenly opened the curtain in the handsome tent, and Yan Shan walked out...

It's thunder...

The burly figure is slightly gloomy, but the tired face is a little introverted. His steps were swaying, but his feet were still steady, like a wounded tiger walking steadily on the wasteland. Following the thunderous foot, the seven curtains of the camp tent on the east side and the six curtains of the camp tent on the west side were lifted one after another. Three hundred injured northerners, three hundred crumbling figures, one after another, walked out of the camp. Walk on the "stage" tonight.

The wounds on their bodies were indeed severe, because they could be smelled from afar, the smell of rotting flesh and blood hidden in the rich medicinal fragrance.

It's just, what do they want to do?

The northerners who walked out of the camp one after another, like walking corpses, crossed the straw men in the belly of the densely covered fish and wood village, and slowly gathered towards the edge of the North River. The atmosphere was eerie, and the scene seemed to be rapidly changing. Looking at these hundreds of sturdy figures that were surrounding him, Jia Haoren's heart was suddenly blown by the cold wind, and he shivered with cold. In the dark, he could have a premonition that something was wrong. It's just that the drastic change was sudden and without warning, his thinking couldn't turn around in a short period of time, and he didn't understand what Lei Meng's group wanted to do at all. After all, he didn't believe that his affairs had been revealed, otherwise how could the group of people in front of him allow him to send letters?

"Ray... Brother Lei, you haven't rested so late, is there something wrong?" Jia Haoren tensed the nerves all over his body, held back his panic, and stammered violently.

Lei Meng's feet didn't stop, and he still walked weakly: "Watch the play." ”

"Watching a play?"

"That's right. ”

"Look... What kind of drama are you watching?"

"Turn the tiger away from the mountain. ”

"Tune... Turning the tiger away from the mountain?"

"I want to get away with it. ”

"Desire... Want to get away with it?"

"Throw bricks and lead jade, and draw wages from the bottom of the kettle. ”

“......”

The thunderous calm is like a towering mountain, and the absorption of breath contains power.

Such a power instantly turned the cool breeze in Jia Haoren's heart into frost. Although he couldn't believe it, Jia Haoren didn't doubt what these northerners should know. Otherwise, there is no way to talk about these four strategies. But Jia Haoren still held on to the last glimmer of hope, pretending to be crazy and stupid and asked, "This... What does this mean? What does it mean to turn the tiger away from the mountain and want to capture the old man? Brother Lei, I don't understand what you're saying, I... Did we have some misunderstanding? Or do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

"It was uncomfortable, but there was no misunderstanding. ”

Eight feet away, Lei Meng stopped first.

Standing in front of Jia Haoren, he gently raised a bright smile: "A good show is being staged, and there will inevitably be many wonderful scores written by looking for less writing." ”

"Looking for less?!"

“......”

Hearing the two words, Jia Haoren suddenly thundered like five thunders, and his emaciated body suddenly trembled.

He is not stupid, after several conversations with Lei Meng, he already knows that there must be something deep in this matter. And at this time, dozens of candidates who were guarding the Dongshan capital also started to slowly walk down from the mountain. They walked slowly, almost as slow as the hundreds of northerners who were now gathering around. It was so slow that Jia Haoren was even more flustered...

The plot of rapid changes is difficult to accept.

At this moment, Jia Haoren could clearly feel that he had fallen into a trap specially arranged for him by Yumu Village. The trap is full of thorns and barbs, and if you fall into it, you can't climb out. His heart collapsed into countless fragments almost instantly, how could he feel that everything in front of him was so unreal. Half a moment ago, he was still confident in winning the game, fantasizing about the scene of Yumu Village being breached...

But in the blink of an eye, all hopes were shattered.

He couldn't figure it out...

How can things change when things go?

Didn't he obviously plot against Fang Qingqiu?

Aren't the people on this mountain already mutinous?

The secret letter has been sent, as long as the royal family attacks, Yumu Village will inevitably fall, why do they still want to go to the dead?

Are they stupid?

Countless questions squeezed into his mind, making Jia Haoren more and more trance-like, his feet were weak and weak, and he almost fell to the ground after a stumble.

"Ray... Brother Lei, what the hell is this... What's the situation?

"Huh. ”

Lei Meng smiled and slowly shifted his gaze by three points, looked behind Jia Haoren, and said, "You look back." ”

Jia Haoren's eyelids twitched, and he twisted his neck with difficulty, looking behind him...

Looking into the distance, several miles of rivers, the cold wind is whistling, and the waves are surging.

Outside of the liyu, there are three small boats in the heart of the river!

"It's... This... This... What's going on?"

“......”

At a glance, the frost in Jia Haoren's heart instantly turned into an overwhelming wind and snow, freezing him from head to toe in extremely cold ice. At this moment, he almost had the thought of dying...

A green shirt is elegant.

Dressed in black, he was cold.

A ruffian clenched his fists...

Three small boats, slowly approaching against the waves.

Ten figures are like ten indestructible swords!

Riding the wind and waves, the haze covering the surface of Yumu Village was instantly cut into pieces!

It's Xia Xun.

He's back!

Jia Haoren couldn't understand why these three boats would come back after leaving?

Didn't they go for help?

Cold sweat is like a waterfall, lightly sprinkled with a back shirt.

My heart was like ashes, and I was stunned.

Fear invaded, and I was speechless.

Three hundred northerners dragged their crumbling bodies and came to the Beijiang River one after another, standing or sitting to rest.

Among the dozens of candidates who came down from Dongshan, some were smiling, and some were restless, all standing in the nearby open space.

After a short while, the boat docked, and a finless porpoise in a green shirt with a fat finless porpoise in his hands walked ashore first, followed by Xiahou, Mo Xian, Bai Xiu and others...

"Haoren, we meet again. ”

“......”