Nightfall Chapter 60: Jun Mo one step, one arrow from the south

There are four pig trotters on the chopping board. The pig trotter has been removed from the hair and the water has passed. The white trotter looks like a tender lotus root just pulled out of the mud. A thick oil knife slid across the chopping board, the khaki paper spread out like a lotus leaf, and four pig's feet fell into the paper and then rolled up.

The butcher passed the wrapped trotters to the waiting teenager, without speaking. Li Guangdi took out the copper coin from his arms and put it on the table outside the butcher shop, then turned and walked outside the shop.

Suddenly, the butcher felt something, and looked up, looking through the smoke-black wall, looking in the direction of the kingdom of Xiling in the south, his face suddenly turned pale.

The half of the big white pig hanging on the hook behind the butcher suddenly moved, and the pig-killing knife in the butcher's hand trembled. There was no wind, but there was a whistling wind.

The butcher held the knife, looked at the direction of the Kingdom of Xiling, and understood something.

So he lifted the thick and greasy knife at the fastest speed, held it with both hands, and guarded his face tightly, no matter the wind or anything could penetrate it.

The half of the big white pig hanging on the iron hook was still shaking gently, and the blood in the pig's abdominal cavity was shaken out, dripping to the ground, making a popping sound, like a clock.

Time passed slowly, and nothing happened. The butcher crouched in the corner, crouched and covered his face with thick iron knives in both hands, like a turtle hiding in a shell.

Outside the butcher shop, Li Guangdi and Zhang Nianzu walked to the calligraphy and painting shop. If they got closer, they could hear one of them muttering something, as if they were memorizing something.

Zhang Nianzu asked nervously, "Did you see any problems?"

"Don't talk." Li Guangdi's expression on his face was very nervous, staring at him and said: "Don't even think about taking papers and notes, just use your brain to remember."

Zhang Nianzu closed his mouth tightly and never said the question again. Li Guangdi silently recalled the scene he had seen before, vaguely guessing that the butcher's weakness should be on his face.

The four pig's trotter wrapped in yellow straw paper were held in the hands of the two teenagers, and they kept swinging. They looked no different from those human arms that were cut off by the butcher.

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Thousands of miles away, Taoshan Qianping.

Ning Que's iron arrow has not aimed at the small town at the junction of Song and Yan, but pointed to the northwest.

There are alcoholics and butchers in that small town. These two people are the most feared opponents of the academy and the greatest threat to Chang'an City. He really wants to try whether he can kill each other.

After all, these two people are great practitioners who have experienced Yongye. They can successfully avoid Haotian for tens of thousands of years. You can imagine how deep the realm is and how powerful the means of concealment are.

Practitioners who know the realm of fate will have a kind of near-intuitive response to the possible transitions in the front of their fate, let alone people of the level like alcoholics and butchers.

When Ning Que raised the iron bow and aimed at the town, the alcoholic and the butcher immediately sensed it and made their own response. The alcoholic was ready to leave, and the butcher raised his butcher knife.

After the master turned into a useless person, the alcoholic is the fastest person in the world. He is even faster than the big brother. He has unlimited realm and countless methods. Unless he is trapped, it is difficult to be killed. dead.

The butcher has always been the most powerful person in the world. Regardless of strength or physical strength, no one can compare with him except for the first lecture in the Hanging Temple, and Yu Lian is not good.

The drunkard was ready to leave. The butcher raised his butcher knife. Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows couldn't be killed. Since they couldn't be killed, they couldn't shoot.

It's not because he has too few iron arrows now, too precious—for the college, if they can harvest the lives of the alcoholic and butcher, they are willing to pay any price.

The reason why Ning Que didn't shoot was simple. Since he couldn't shoot to death, he didn't shoot. He didn't do things with absolute certainty, but took great risks. He rarely did it.

The so-called risk is naturally not shooting the opponent, but angering the opponent.

He will inevitably feel a little regretful about this, but it is not too much, because the college wants to try, but has never lost his calmness, desire but not ambition.

Moreover, the college has arrangements for alcoholics and butchers.

The iron arrow in Ning Que's hand was now aimed at the northwest direction, which should be Qinghe County.

As the iron arrow moved slowly, the atmosphere in Taoshan Qianping became more tense.

By this time, no one knew who he was going to shoot.

Ning Que actually didn't know it, because in his perception, Qinghe County was just a very inconspicuous area in the ocean, without any bright spots of light.

Suddenly, a light spot appeared in his eyes.

So he let go.

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Jun Mo and Muyou stood by the Fuchun River, looking at the gorgeous gardens across the river, and were silent for a long time, then he asked, "Do you understand?"

Muyou pulled out the embroidery needle from the embroidered cloth and said: "It's a bit troublesome, but it's not difficult."

Jun Mo said: "Then go."

Muyou listened to the chanting sound from the other side of the river, frowned slightly, and said: "Little Junior Brother’s plan is not for the two of us."

Jun Mo said: "He underestimated the lords, Wang Jinglue couldn't do this."

In the original plan of the academy, Ning Que went to Xiling, and the big brother went to the town. The second brother who was seriously injured in front of Qingxia should sit in Chang'an to ensure the safety of the rear.

At this time, he appeared in Qinghe County, and the academy was empty.

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At this time, Wang Jinglue was in the Cuiyuan by the Fuchun River. Today, the big names of Qinghe County gathered together because of the light festival held in the Xiling Temple. Although they were unable to go to Taoshan because of the tense situation in the county, Worship, so I chose to perform related rituals in Cui Garden.

He entered Cui Garden through Cui Huasheng. He frowned a little bit when he looked at the pious-looking great figures by the stream, because until this time, he hadn't seen who was his goal.

Qinghe County is the surnames, and the rule of the surnames relies on history and clan rules, but what really makes Qinghe County daring to betray Chang'an is the two great fate of Fuchun River.

Not many people know who the two masters of Qinghe County are. Wang Jinglue doesn't know. Even if he knew it, it would be difficult for Ning Que to complete the task assigned to him.

At this moment, there was wind coming from the south, and there was no wetness in the wind. The few practitioners in the garden felt a sense of sacred solemnity.

The autumn flowers by the stream are covered with a faint luster, making them particularly holy.

There is an old man under the rain corridor. It is someone unknown to Song Clan's side. This man is already old and dozing off with his head half-down, but he suddenly opened his eyes.

The rune moved Momoyama, and the apocalypse was amazing. All the practitioners knew that a great event had happened on Momoyama, because they felt that the vitality of the heaven and the earth had undergone a drastic change.

The accuracy of this perception depends on the practitioner's own realm. Great practitioners of the realm like the drunkard butcher can naturally perceive more clearly, but the peak of Dongxuan like Wang Jinglue can only guess probably.

Guessing roughly, it was enough for him. In the agreement between him and Ning Que, as long as he perceives this matter, then it is the moment of activation.

Wang Jinglue has been watching all the movements in the field, watching this scene, and he clucks in his heart, knowing that he has finally found one, but how can he force the other party to release the full state later?

He claims to be invincible below fate, but as Chen Pipi said back then, after all, he is invincible below fate. When facing him, a strong man at fate does not need to release all his realm.

At this moment, a man in a hat and a stick and a woman in a red dress appeared on the bank of the stream in Cuiyuan by the Fuchun River. No one could see how they appeared.

Rapid warnings sounded in Cui Garden, scabbard collision sounded everywhere, and an extremely ancient formation was slowly released between the garden pond.

The Song Clan old man slowly raised his head and looked at the men and women by the stream.

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Jun Mo didn't look at this Song Clan old man. Although he knew that the other party was one of the confidantes that the younger brother was looking for, it was not the one he was looking for. The one he was looking for was stronger.

The Ruyang Cui family is the head of the seven surnames in Qinghe County, and Cui Yuan is their property. The patriarch Cui Shi is naturally the person with the highest status, but today in Cui Yuan, he can only stand.

Because Mrs. Cui is sitting, he who is a son can only stand.

Old Mrs. Cui was once a bachelor in Chang'an, and he was also a prime minister. He was given a master's degree during his retirement, so he sat in a master's chair and drank bachelor tea.

Looking at the pair of men and women by the river, Old Lady Cui slowly put down the tea in his hands, with mixed emotions on his face, a little dazed, a little scared, and a little ridiculous.

Seeing the man's empty sleeve, he knew the identity of the other person.

The old lady Cui didn't expect that the academy would actually disregard the peace agreement with the Xiling Temple and send someone to Qinghe County, not to mention this person.

In a very short time, he woke up from his panic emotions, remembering that the Master he feared the most had already risen to the sky, and the academy was no longer the original academy.

"If it were in the past, I don't think I would have the courage to fight against Mr. II."

Old Mrs. Cui looked at Jun Mo by the stream, her expression gradually calming down, and said, "But now you have a broken arm and you have not healed from a serious injury. How about my opponent?"

Following these words, the formation of Cui Garden is a masterpiece, worthy of a long-standing family of thousands of generations. The formation by the Fuchun River is really powerful, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth is killing.

Jun Mo knows that this person’s judgment of the situation is correct. If it were before, he would kill all the enemies in the garden if he held an iron sword alone, but now, he may not even be his opponent. .

But he did not speak or do anything.

The wooden teak picked up the embroidery needle and pierced it on an autumn lotus in the stream.

She moves very naturally, as if she did it accidentally.

Old Mrs. Cui's expression changed suddenly.

The horrible formation by the Fuchun River is solved in the wind!

The surnames of Qinghe County do have a very heavy history, even longer than the appearance of the academy. However, it does not take long to be strong, or the tortoise would have ruled the world long ago.

Muyou is a bride. She is the Seventh Sister who loves to eat melon seeds, chat and play cards. She is also the world's most talented formation teacher. She had seen the formation by the Fuchun River for half a day.

Jun Mo quietly looked at Grandpa Cui.

Old Mrs. Cui looked at him indifferently and said: "When I was prime minister, I went to the college many times, and I saw you as a child, but I didn't expect to kill you today."

Qinghe County still has a lot of eyeliners in Chang'an City. The old man is sure that Jun Mo has not healed from his serious injury. More importantly, no one knows that he is not only a realm of fate, but also a strong man at the pinnacle of fate! Although the great formation on the banks of the Fuchun River was easily broken by the girl from the college, the old lady still had the confidence to cut Jun Mo by the stream!

Wang Jinglue became extremely pale in the crowd.

He could not help being shocked when he saw Mr. Two appearing, and then he found that Mrs. Cui was the strong man with fate that he had been looking for, and he was even more astonished.

According to Ning Que’s plan, he should take action at this time, just to let a fate-conscious person release all his realm, he needs a strong enough person to use powerful methods, but he listens to the tone of the old lady Cui , He also has infinite confidence in defeating the second master of the Academy, so how can he do it?

Jun Mo didn't make a move either, he just took a step forward.

Old Mrs. Cui's expression suddenly condensed, and the old Song Clan under the rain corridor stood up with his sword in his arms.

Although everyone knows that Jun Mo was severely injured by severed arm and his realm is no longer the same as before, but he is called Jun Mo after all.

Qinghe County is very close to Qingxia. In the battle of Qingxia at the end of last year, the scene of Junmo's single sword and enemy is imprinted in people's souls like a nightmare.

No one dares to underestimate the enemy when facing Jun Mo, even if Liu Bai fights Jun Mo again at this time, he will definitely regard him as the most powerful enemy.

Grandpa Cui's aura suddenly increased, reaching the pinnacle of life knowing!

He looked at Jun Mo and smiled and said, "Is it a bit unexpected?"

Jun Mo looked at him and said, "I was surprised by your stupidity."

A strong wind blows up, the Fuchun River is chaotic, the Cuiyuan creek rolls like boiling, and the autumn lotus is like a dead fish.

An arrow came from the south.

Grandpa Cui's face suddenly paled, then he broke apart.

His people have become hundreds of flesh and blood, sprinkled everywhere in Cui Garden.

Because of the academy, Grandpa Cui forbeared and kept a low profile all his life, and kept his spiritual realm as a secret until he was a hundred years old. Until today, when Jun Mo came to Cui Garden, he felt that the opportunity had finally arrived. He wanted to give the college an accident, to show off his forbearance for many years, and to spit the grievances he had suppressed for many years.

So he died without accident.

From beginning to end, he didn't have a chance to fight Jun Mo.

Because Jun Mo didn't make a move, he just took a step forward.

He only needs to take one step, and his opponent will have to show his full state.

Because he is Jun Mo.

The Song Clan old man saw that Mrs. Cui became countless groups of flesh and blood, and the expression on his face became extremely frightened. He has been staying in the lower stage of the short-lived realm for many years, and he is also a strong man in the world. However, watching Jun Mo only take one step forward, the old lady Cui, who knows his life at the pinnacle, died on the spot. Where can he have the courage?

Jun Mo turned and looked at him.

The Song Clan elder screamed and forced out of all realms in despair, and the sword in his arms burst into the air.

He is only in the state of knowing his fate, even if he is forced out of the full state, it is still not bright enough in someone's sea of ​​consciousness, so there is no second iron arrow from the south.

Jun Mo stretched out his left hand and held it slightly in the autumn wind.

The flying sword turned abruptly in the air, piercing deeply into the chest of the Song Clan old man with a puff.

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(Say a few words to everyone, it has nothing to do with canvassing votes. The two chapters I said yesterday, today's chapter is more than 4,000 words, I really can’t write it because I need to think about some issues clearly.

I thought that what I wrote recently should be good. I finished writing earlier last night, so I looked back and found that many chapters were written badly, really bad, and I couldn’t find any excuses. I was a little unwilling, so I went to see the beginning of Jiang Ye and found that the first volume was better, but the first few chapters turned out to be so dull and stale. Then I went to the second volume and found that it was actually so. It was too long, and I was still not reconciled. I watched my favorite battle of Qingxia, only to find that Jun Mo and Liu Bai were so troublesome. I actually used so many **** short sentences and so many repeated words.

So I got insomnia again. It was purely uncomfortable. I don’t know why this happened. I do have emotional problems. It turned out that I didn’t write as well as I imagined. I used to think I wrote very well. I always thought This is what I am best at and what I am most proud of. But today I feel really bad, really bad. I don't need to comfort me. I can see that it is not good.

This is a question of conscientiousness, time, and ability. It is difficult to improve in a short period of time if ability is not good. The first two should be able to get better, so in the end all the problems are yourself Problems, attitude problems, hard work problems.

I don't know why I think this way. Maybe after a few days I will find that Jiang Ye wrote particularly well. This is just a period of self-doubt? But my mood is really low, I think it is really bad writing, I don't want this. Tomorrow, Saturday, the 4th, I originally thought that it would be doubled, and I wanted to transfer the leave to the back. Now that I am in this mood, I don’t want a monthly pass anymore. I will rest as usual tomorrow, and I will reflect on it.

I saw another book review in the evening. Knowing that the reader shot the bird died in a car accident in March, his wife posted in the book review area, saying that he had been looking forward to writing Ye to August. I replied that I would be fine Write, then you will write well later, better than the previous ones, cherish the moment, we can not waste our lives, may he rest in peace, may his wife be able to live happily with peace of mind. ) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Piaotian Literature registered members to recommend this work. Your support is my biggest motivation.)