No matter what kind of person it is, good or bad, killing is always a bad way, but it is also the most convenient way to solve things. Zhao Zhijing www.biquge.info thinks that he is not a good person, nor is he a bad person. It can be said that he is a person who is between the good guys and the bad guys, and a person who has a bottom line in his heart.

No matter what kind of thoughts a person has in his heart, whether he is selfless or very selfish, before making a choice in life, he will definitely put his own side first, since someone wants to kill himself and use it to become a stepping stone for the progress of others, Zhao Zhijing will naturally not be polite.

Looking at the people who fell to the ground one by one, the bright red blood stained the ground red, but Zhao Zhijing did not have a trace of guilt in his heart. The rivers and lakes are a cannibalistic world, as long as you step into the rivers and lakes, you will know that there will be a day when you will fall, it is only a matter of time. Even if he makes another choice, Zhao Zhijing's heart is still firm, although there is still a trace of discomfort in his heart, but there is still no mistake in such a choice.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, leaving only the dripping raindrops, the sun in the sky had sunk in the west, a bright moon rose from the sky, the bright moonlight sprinkled in the forest, and a white veil of snow shrouded this small forest. Zhao Zhijing pulled Li Mochou with one hand, and the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand had returned to the sheath.

At this time, he turned into that gentle son, without a trace of murderous aura, if it weren't for the corpse that fell to the ground not far away, and the blood that had gathered into a stream, who would have thought that the deaths of these people were all killed because of his existence, and all the fresh lives were taken because of his words.

When the last scream fell, there was still no one still standing on the official road and among the trees, except for Zhao Zhijing's subordinates, those who did not measure themselves had already received a punishment they could not bear for their lack of self-determination.

The leader from the Ming Sect and the Iron Palm Gang, still holding a long knife dripping blood in his hand, quickly walked in front of Zhao Zhijing, knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists and saluted: "Sect Leader Qiqi, according to the sect leader's order, no one escaped, everyone, whether they are people in the rivers and lakes or people from the imperial court, have been killed by us, and we have come to report to the sect leader." ”

Zhao Zhijing's eyes were slightly closed, and a cold light swept through the gap between his eyes, like a sharp sword that swallowed the edge, and the sharp feeling seemed to be as if as long as it was out of the sheath, it would see blood.

Zhao Zhijing restrained the cold light in his eyes, and looked at the person in front of him, his black clothes had been torn a few times, and his body was full of bright red blood, both his own and others'. It's just that it's all come together, and there's no difference to be seen.

Zhao Zhijing showed a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to help this person up, and said slowly: "Today, you have done a good job, and you have not lost my face of Mingjiao. Let these people know that our Mingjiao is not easy to mess with. Those who were wounded must find the best doctors to treat them, and those who have died must be buried and recorded, and the Ming Sect should support their parents. Mingjiao is a big family, and here we are all brothers. ”

After that, Zhao Zhijing swept his eyes and saw those disciples who were still standing, and shouted: "Brothers, you are good, but this is not a place to stay for a long time, evacuate immediately, go to the nearest Tangkou, treat the injured brothers, and bring the bodies of the dead brothers." ”

"Obey the orders of the sect leader (helper)!" everyone heard Zhao Zhijing's words, and responded loudly, and then they saw that the figures kept flickering, and those dead Ming Sect disciples and Iron Palm Gang disciples were picked up by the rest of the people and left quickly.

As time passes, some things will be forgotten by others, but some things will become stronger as the aroma of wine under the brewing of time. In the battle that day, there were not a few people who died, and the involvement was also very extensive, including people from all over the world in the rivers and lakes, masters in the court, and fast catchers. There is also a recognized catcher, a rare person who works hard for the innocence of the people - Zhanxiong.

All this complexity = happening is related to one person, that is Zhao Zhijing. The big pair of people knew that he was a great disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and a few people knew that he had an extraordinary relationship with the Iron Palm Gang. It's just that all of this is no longer important, he has a lot of prestige in the rivers and lakes at this time, but I don't know if it's much better or worse.

said that where were Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou at this time?

In a remote mountain forest, Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou kept moving forward, the sun in the sky illuminated the woods transparently, but the two of them walked not on the official road or the path in the forest, everything in front of them was covered with weeds, and there was no road. Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but think of the classic words of later generations, and said: "There was no road in this world, and when there are more people, it becomes a road." ”

I can't see any road, if it weren't for Zhao Zhijing having asked people to investigate, he wouldn't have come here, and he wouldn't believe that someone lived here. The weeds in front of him are dense, and there is no place to stay, but for ordinary people, a place where one step is difficult to walk does not have much impact on Zhao Zhijing, I saw him holding Li Mochou's little hand in one hand, lifting his breath in his chest, jumping forward, his figure flickered, and the two of them were already standing on the branch of a small tree that was a little high.

Zhao Zhijing showed a smile on his face, and said to Li Mochou: "Mochou, today we will walk a distance without touching the ground!"

The voice fell, and the fiery red shadow beside him nodded slightly, not at all rudeness and domineering in the original book, but with the gentleness of a Jiangnan woman. Zhao Zhijing laughed, the figures of the two flickered, one of them was in a white robe, and the other was in a fiery dress.

In the sunlight, it is like a group of winged birds, from one treetop to another. If someone sees it, they will be shocked, such a light cultivation is not much better than the legendary grass flying in the exclamation, maybe a lot stronger.

Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou moved on the treetops, time passed, after a while, the two came to a dense forest, but this dense forest was very strange, the dense trees surrounded a big quagmire, like a huge fence, there was no trace of water flow on the quagmire, only a few reeds, the white reeds had fallen, only the slender leaves were still glowing green. Standing on the swarthy mud.

There are two huts standing on top of this sludge lake and marsh, which seems to be particularly lonely. Li Mochou's face showed a trace of doubt, and he asked: "Brother Zhijing, why is this thatched hut so strange, it is actually built on sludge, and it is still one side and one circle, it is really incongruous. (To be continued.) )