I don't know if the weather affects the mood, or the mood affects the weather, for a whole March, "Beiliang Town" is rainy and rainy, and there is no sunshine.

It is a desolate and remote town, and it is also a place where prodigal sons, distant people, passers-by, and divorced husbands can cry and frighten. To the south is the bustling Kyoshi, and to the north is the uninhabited snowfield desert, which seems to be the dividing line between heaven and hell.

Those cultists, stonemasons, feudal soldiers, merchants, fugitives, outlaws, and even expeditionary forces and gold diggers would stop here to satisfy their hunger, recharge their energy, exchange information, breathe a sigh of relief, and then take the long road alone, the vast road to the end of the world.

These people are all sorts of strange and strange, carrying all kinds of weapons, and their movements are mysterious and strange. Among them were the Goryeo Ginseng, the Mongolian horse dealers, the Khitan knights, the Western Xia Hosaku, the Fusang Ronin, the Rakshasa gunners, the Tibetan lamas, and the court agents, all of whom had traveled long distances and had evil intentions, came from different places and had different missions.

The side wall of the urn city outside the town has long been in disrepair and has become dilapidated, originally the general Guan Feidu of the north of the town had deployed thirty box troops here, responsible for the beacon tower guard sentry, and later the head of the thirty soldiers disappeared overnight, all died mysteriously, and the soldiers and horses of the imperial court were never stationed here again.

This is the only way to enter the Central Plains outside the Guanwai, it is an important town, and it is also a place where soldiers must fight.

A rare rainstorm swept the entire "Beiliang Town" in the afternoon, thick dark clouds like lead, accompanied by hideous and terrifying thunder and lightning, making this small town outside the Saiwai suddenly fall into a magical world.

Outside the town, at the "Beilianghe" port, countless officials and sergeants in black official uniforms stood densely, no matter how the storm blows, the bodies of these people are nailed to the spot like iron guns, motionless.

The three black-clothed officials led by him, one old, one middle-aged, and one young.

The thin old man was Xi Qinggu, the county magistrate of Beiliang County, and was born in the two lists of Jinshi; the bearded middle-aged man was Ao Jintie, the chief catcher of the county seat, and a good hand in the "six doors"; and the young man was Cai Yaoyang, the commander of the soldiers and horses of the Saibei Xiang Army, and Cai Jing, the minister of power in Beijing.

These three old, middle-aged and young people are definitely well-known characters in the Beiliang area, and these three people who stomped their feet and stomped on the ground of "Beiliang Town" trembled, and they stood respectfully in the wind and rain waiting for someone?

Here it comes!

In the turbid waves, an ironclad ship sailed in the wind and waves.

A flash of lightning across the sky reflected the dark ironclad ship in a snow-white light, and the hundreds of forbidden soldiers on the deck were as motionless as a mountain.

All the black-clothed sergeants standing on the shore changed color in shock, and the three black-clothed officers glanced at each other, and without waiting for the ship to land, like three big birds, they flew over the river surface of dozens of meters and landed on the bow deck.

I saw a man in a cloak, leaning on the string of the boat, looking at them defiantly, looking unruly.

The dreamy purple hair and eyes, the knife-like facial features, are almost suffocating, and the whole body exudes a mysterious and seductive aura, and between the eyebrows there is an indifferent wildness and uninhibitedness, and the eyes are deep and charming, like a bottomless pit, once you fall into it, you can no longer escape, you can't resist.

He is An Tianfang, the former commander of the 800,000 forbidden army in Beijing.

The three black-clothed officials saluted in unison and said, "Grand Commander." ”。

"Has that person arrived?" An Tianming's eyes were deep and cold, exuding an invisible domineering aura that was terrifying.

Chief Catcher Ao Jintie Hong saluted: "Chu Yunmian expects to rush to the 'Liangcheng Inn' around Shenshi today, and the inferior rank has already been deployed, but according to reliable information, the 'Wind and Rain Fragrance Building' has also sent a large number of masters such as the 'Four Youths of the Capital' and the 'Cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles' to respond. ”

An Tianming stroked the jasper wrench on his finger, and said with a strange smile: "The big beauty is so big with a golden face, even the 'Four Youths of the Capital' who have always asked about the affairs of the rivers and lakes have been moved? Immediately notify the 'Four Heavenly Kings' to send reinforcements quickly! If the county lord has something to say, he will kill Chu Yunmian, the person who has a bad heart!"

The three black-clothed officials shook their bodies at the same time, and they couldn't help but look back at Liangcheng at the same time.

The entire Liangcheng has been shrouded in torrential rain and murderous aura at this moment-

The "Liangcheng Inn" in the center of the town is located on the edge of the downtown area, the market is heavy, the smell of fireworks is strong, the table is crooked, the chairs are scattered, like the end of the world; the shopkeeper is beautiful Lengbei lover, the chef Hua 18 cooks a good dish, it is not exquisite, but it is clean, the bookkeeper Mr. Wen 17 is very easy-going, the shop guy beckons wealth and Jinbao and has a quick eye, the grandfather is short; the diners meet each other and nod goodbye, they just come to have a full meal.

Rain, as noted.

Before that, on the quiet and deserted street, a black umbrella suddenly turned out of the alley.

The palace beauty holding a black umbrella has a slender figure, and her white jade hands press the umbrella very low, so low that she can't see her face clearly, and walks silently in the rain.

At the end of the long street, the tall corner tower of the "Liangcheng Inn" loomed in the rain. On a three-zhang long flagpole, there are ten large lanterns.

Vermilion lanterns, dark words: the north of the northern city, has nothing to do with the wind and snow.

The palace beauty stopped downstairs in Liangcheng, and a snow-white official boot stretched out under the black umbrella, which looked extremely dazzling in the dim rain and fog.

Behind the official boots, there is a snow-white long skirt, black green silk, thin lips, and faint eyebrows like distant mountains in the rain.

There were about seventeen or eighteen tables of people in the lobby of the inn, more than a dozen soapy clothes, and forty or fifty fierce soldiers, some of them drank, some drank tea, some ate, and some ate vegetables, but the thirteen young men in hunting clothes at the window did not eat or drink, they sat upright, and their eyes were brighter than the eyes of the falcon in the sky.

The sound of water ticking, the palace beauty put away her umbrella, let the spring rain wet her green silk, and climbed the thirteen granite steps in front of the door.

Dozens of fast catchers and box soldiers in the hall, at the moment when the palace beauties walked in, they all got up and bowed: "See the county lord." The loud voice of a nail leaf resounded in the lobby, and this awe-inspiring majesty startled the two guys of the inn, Zhaocai and Jinbao, and couldn't help but show a little panicked.

The maiden in palace costume paid no attention to the crowd of people who saluted her, and went upstairs gracefully.

Leng Beicheng snuggled up to the stove under the shadow wall of the building, looking so down, so haggard. He coughed lowly, the fire shone on his long, disheveled hair dyed white with sorrow and sentimentality, and his affectionate, helpless and empty eyes, with a faint tiredness, a gentle melancholy, full of the misfortunes of the ages and the sorrows of the ages.

- All the splendor that has ever been in life, after all, needs to be repaid with loneliness.

From afar, I only vaguely saw the beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, Shanshan Yuxiu, a move is a style, a thousand movements are a thousand styles, Leng Beicheng only glanced at it, and felt a pain in my heart, and then looked at the willow smoke outside the window, the rain scene of the green mountains, everywhere is the style of this first sight.

She came to the close with light steps, and then saluted Yingying of Cold North City, and said softly: "Angel has seen the Lord of Cold City. ”

Leng Beicheng fiddled with the fire and coughed lowly: "How is Brother Ling lately?"

——When I was seventeen years old, I met a man named An Tianming on Ganliang Road, and he was very lonely at that time. He proclaimed to ride the fastest horse, climb the highest mountain, drink the strongest wine, sleep with the most beautiful girl, play with the sharpest sword, and kill the most ruthless man. I don't know how I became friends with such a freak, perhaps, this is what people often say, "like gathers like".

Angel bit her lip and said, "It's not good." My brother was very angry because of Chu Yunmian's escape from marriage. ”

Leng Beicheng coughed: "Gongzi Chu is a good official, he built water conservancy in Shandong, opened a school, and did a lot of good things for the people of Licheng;

"But he's not a good man, he has to die. Angel said hatefully: "What this palace can't get, I'd rather destroy it than give it away." ”

As she said this, a bright knot crossed her eyebrows.