As the sun sets, hundreds of birds return to their nests.

The glow of the red clouds dyes the world again.

Hundreds of rivers and rivers, flowing southeast, northwest and northwest.

"Hey~ Freshly baked braised pork, Yueyang is authentic, it's time to buy it quickly..."

"Hey~ Ten cents and three taels, always half a catty, while it's hot..."

“......”

In the evening, on the section of the road from the north of Yueyang City to Xiangyang, there was a strange landscape that attracted people's attention.

In the crowd of people who fled Yueyang City with their families, a thin old horse struggled to drag an old carriage, which was full of braised pork wrapped in oiled paper, and an old woman and four old men sat on the side of the car. The five old men walked down the flow of people slowly, holding up greasy pork strips while shouting and selling them loudly. The old horses, old cars, and old people are together, which is the old miserable energy, which makes the passers-by feel sad to see and listen to, and some spare money will help the liner buy a piece or two of meat strips to take away.

Or maybe it's impermanence.

Those who paid for the meat would have expected that they were the real pitiful people compared to the five poor old men who sold their meat? Who could have known that the cultivators who had been ordered to leave the mountain from the Immortal Pure Yang twenty years ago would actually be reduced to selling meat on the streets twenty years later? Moreover, they were sold so miserably. But thankfully, no one knew who they really were.

Otherwise, tomorrow's rivers and lakes, I don't know what kind of strange news will come out.

The glow is soft and the wind is light.

People go to the north, and people come back to the south.

The people who should go, they all walked about the same. If you shouldn't go, you will stay.

The hot day passed, until the sunset fell, the rolling crowd took away nearly thirty percent of the original residents of Yueyang, plus the atmosphere before the war filled the city like thick smoke for three thousand miles, although there was no curfew, it was better than a curfew, so that tonight's prosperous Yueyang no longer seemed prosperous.

Therefore, the restaurant tea house and Qinglou inn that are still open for business, there are not many officials who can greet tonight. Compared with before yesterday, whether it is a rented guest room, a pastime singer, or a lean horse for pleasure, etc., the price has dropped by nearly seventy percent like a dive, but there are still few people who patronize. The strange thing is that all the prices in Yueyang City are decreasing, but only the food in the restaurant is still penniless, and even the price has increased slightly. This is very strange, according to the reason, people go to empty buildings, just demand is no more, oversupply, clothing, food, housing and transportation are the first to reduce the price of the four categories is this food, how can there be a reason not to fall but to rise? It's just that this is strange, anyway, the price is not high, and there is not much to eat, and the people who should eat and drink still have to pay. Few people will delve into it, and what can be known is only known by those who run the shopkeepers.

East of the city, Wangfu Road.

"Come on, come on, eat, drink, don't go hungry. ”

"After eating and drinking, it's time to rest, and you may have to fight later. ”

"Come, drink, drink before you have the strength to kill them!"

“......”

If you ask where Yueyang is the most noisy in the depression tonight, there is no doubt here.

Leaving behind the tail of the Yingshui Night Banquet, in front of the deserted Yueyang Wangfu Gate in the past, at this time, the upper and lower ten-mile long street is bounded by the center of the street, and the soldiers are deployed in two formations! A group of wolf swords and iron horses, wearing steel armor and spears, are lined up from the palace gate wall all the way more than ten zhang away, lined up for ten miles, and a large area of black pressure is pressed, all of them are soldiers preparing for war! They stand like a strong pine, their eyes are like tigers and wolves, they look straight ahead, and they don't say a word to each other, like statues. I can't see how powerful the battle is for the time being, but with the momentum of Sen Sen at a glance, I can feel that this will definitely not be an ordinary powerhouse. At least, it was also a level with the thousands of shield-armored guards who fought to the death on the Yingshui River last night.

On the other side, on the other side of the ten-mile long street, the scene is diametrically opposite...

Thousands of embarrassed Pure Yang Dao people were headed, holding silver swords, looking at each other angrily, and they were on the street. Thousands of people in different costumes are standing or walking or sleeping, or holding wine jars, or gnawing meat, rotten messes, and at the end. The two waves are not a combination of one style at all, not to mention how awkward the painting style is. The sound of grinding pots and pans, the shouting of staggered dishes, and the sound of fried vegetables in the stove are from far and near, and people come and go, as if they have arrived at a bustling night market, and there are no rules at all, and it is also embarrassing.

If it is said that the soldiers guarding in front of the Yueyang Palace, they are iron-blooded and majestic after being polished by the military. Then, the children of the rivers and lakes who are on the opposite side of them are the hooligans and ruffians who have really been precipitated by the rivers and lakes, and are not afraid of the heavens and the earth! The current scene is like a grand tea in the rivers and lakes, and under the leadership of that lawless ruffian, tonight Yueyang seems to have returned to the era of being ruled by gangsters decades ago. It doesn't matter if you are the king of heaven in the background or the prince of the dynasty, as long as Yuan Ye says do it!

"Dao Chief, don't be a Na Yin, come and have a drink with the Sprinkle family!"

"Get out!"

"Fuck your mother, shame on your face. ”

"If you say it again, don't blame the poor Dao sword for being ruthless. ”

"Hehe, cow nose, what kind of cow?"

"Get out!"

Pure Yang is a decent family in the world, and he has always been cold and arrogant.

Even though it has been severed from the main vein of Xianxing, even if it is still embarrassed to be beaten down by Yingshui today, the arrogance in his bones cannot be changed. Even now, they are forced to mix with the strongmen who were once regarded as third-rate by them and jointly support the scene, but in addition to helplessness in their eyes at this time, they are still full of unsitting. As a result, since they came to the palace gate after noon, thousands of Pure Yang Dao people have intentionally or unintentionally drawn a clear line with those Jianghu people, and the standing road is also clearly divided by the Chu River, and each has no edge.

The other end.

Compared with the noise on the long street, the Yueyang Mansion at this time is particularly quiet.

In the past, the bird, who was accustomed to desolation, hid in the big banyan tree deep in the backyard, trembling and squeaking. Fireflies are scattered, the lotus pond is full of moon, and a few frogs that have just transformed from tadpoles are soaked in the water and poke out their heads, staring blankly at the candlelight from the main hall in the distance. The two carps sank between the rocks at the bottom of the water, either already fed or just waiting for the best time to hunt, staring motionlessly at the frog on their heads.

Visible, on the water. Invisible, in the water. And what you can see but can't see, on the shore.

It was a pitch-black wild cat, crawling in the shadow of a fake rock mountain by the lotus pond. It disguised itself well, its black fur barely reflecting the moonlight, its round eyes narrowed into a thin line, its sharp claws tucked into the flesh pads, and it seemed to merge with the darkness except for two faint rays of light that showed calmness. And at this moment, what it is looking at is not the little frog floating on the water, nor the carp sinking to the bottom of the water, but the void two inches from the head of the little frog...

Quietly, quietly, watching...

The main hall of the palace is bright, and the door is open.

Nine golden dragon pillars stand tall in the field, which is particularly eye-catching. The golden dragon throne was also conspicuous at the top, but no one was seated at this time.

Under the dragon chair, like the battle outside the Yueyang Palace, there are also two soldiers. In the column on the left, there are more than 30 long tables, Master Hu sits at the top, Gu Fan is in the second seat, and the rest of the more than 30 men and women in the generals' attire are seated respectively. In the column on the right, there are also more than 30 long tables, Li Qingfeng is the first, Lu Suifeng is the second, and the remaining five seven-star deans lead dozens of pure yang Taoist chiefs and fierce people from the rivers and lakes to sit down in turn.

At present, nearly 100 people gather in one room, but there is no wine to drink. Only the angry eyes sat opposite each other and the eyes of the blinds, letting the dull air wander around the huge dragon pillar, pondering deeply.

This atmosphere has been maintained for a long time.

Since the afternoon, Xia Yuan led everyone from Yingshui to the palace, and sat down in the hall one after another, and the people here have been sitting in this posture until now. And for the rest of the time, they probably have to sit like this. Because, both sides need an answer, an answer to whether to fight or not to fight, how to fight and how to make peace without fighting. And this reply, at this time, is brewing in the apse after the main hall...

Apse.

Cross the front hall and walk a few steps to it.

Compared with the opulence of the front hall, this place looks particularly simple and dilapidated. Due to disrepair and no one has cleaned it for a long time, the thick dust has spread to the main hall, almost covering the broken porcelain tiles on the ground, broken wood and chairs. There are only a few sparse seven or eight footprints, shallow leaks, indicating that someone has been here recently.

On the left side of the main hall, there is a large mahogany bed, which does not look like much dust and is quite tidy. There is a pair of large chessboards on the bed, several zhang in length and width, the gold edge is inlaid with dragon and phoenix graphics, and the chessboard is full of chess pieces, different sizes, divided into black, red and white. At this time, there are two people sitting at opposite ends of the chessboard...

On the left is Xia Yuan, whose majestic body is almost ten or two times the size of the big bed, holding a vat of spirits in his broad palm, and pouring two sips sullenly from time to time. On the right is King Yueyang, he was originally quite tall, and he was slightly short under the background of Xia Yuan at this time, but the unique majesty of the king made him not lose half of Xia Yuan in terms of momentum, and his calm expression was like a rock of Mount Tai.

"Xia Xun used to sit in your current position. ”

"Oh. ”

"He said, I didn't play this game well. ”

"Gurgling..."Xia Yuan poured a big gulp of liquor, wiped off the remaining wine traces at the corner of his mouth, and said, "At that time, he didn't know what Hongzi was. ”

King Yue Yang blinked slowly, and there seemed to be a thought in the air: "He should know now." ”

"But he is no longer in Yueyang City. Xia Yuan said.

"You're scared of him. ”

"Just worried. ”

The candlelight is extinguished, the sandalwood burns out, and there are three sandalwood ashes on the incense platform.

King Yue Yang stood up, put one hand on his waist, and took out a new incense stick from the shelf under the chessboard with the other, and then put it on the flame of the candlestick, turned his fingertips, and slowly baked: "Since he was born, disasters have continued one after another. Don't you think you're worried about it?"

"Misfortune is a whetstone, the blade has to be tempered a thousand times, and the heat needs to be carefully controlled. ”

"Then why did you allow him to go north?"

"Gollum—" he took another sip from the vat in the vat, and the liquor spilled from the corners of his mouth, wetting his collar. After drinking to the fullest, Xia Yuan put down the wine vat and said, "I have never approved of him going north, this is what our village chief meant." ”

"Oh..."The green smoke is filled, and the incense burns with sparks, waving a faint fragrance, which makes people smell peaceful and ethereal.

"That's why you're all afraid of him. ”

"It's worry. ”

Similar questions, slightly different content, the same answer Xia Yuan answered twice. From his eyelids, he could tell from the eyelids he was starting to get impatient. However, King Yueyang was very patient. Sandalwood placed on the incense table, slowly put his hands behind his waist, and walked back to the right side of the bed to sit down.

"Now that you've paved the way for him, what's there to worry about?"

"You don't need to know. Xia Yuan replied decisively with an unkind tone.

King Yueyang smiled noncommittally: "Are you worried that if he stays in Yueyang, you won't be able to come to me to discuss the law, right?"

“......”