Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 318|The Foolish Fate

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On August 17, the Tianshou King sent one hundred thousand soldiers and marched into Jingzhou.

In the mouth of the storyteller in teahouses, people who are not eight hundred thousand in a battle are embarrassed to speak, so ordinary people don't even know that one hundred thousand is already very large.

The foundation of the prosperity of the Chu Dynasty has slowly collapsed. Every year, both the south and the north have diminished. Natural disasters and man-made disasters, fields abandoned, government officials corrupted, and the army corrupted. All kinds of malpractices have caused Jingzhou's internal and external troubles. Before King Tianshou came in, there was already a mess here.

Firstly, King Jing was assassinated and wounded. Secondly, he faced off across the river with the Qi Chao navy army. All the money and food were allocated. Now it is not a U-turn and withdrawal.

In the end, more than half of the Jingzhou officials looked down on the mobs like the Emperor Tianshou, thinking that they were nothing more than a group of mud legs with shovel farm tools as weapons, much worse than the navy of the Qi Dynasty, so they could send someone to bring an army to the Qing Dynasty.

Even the powerful and noble family regarded this as a good opportunity to make meritorious deeds. In order to compete for the lead, they almost didn't break the head.

...Then the one who won will come back without a head.

On August 23, the Jingzhou Army was defeated by 150,000 to 100,000.

The Heavenly Granted King pursued and killed more than half of the Jing Army. All the captive Jing Army generals had their first sacrifice flags, and dozens of large and small cities turned into a sea of ​​flames.

This battle directly hurt the vitality, and the panic spread with the collapse of the army, like a dark cloud.

The Heavenly Consecrated King didn't seem to stop at all, and continued to march towards the more prosperous southeast region. In panic, the people of Jingzhou ushered in the government’s forced conscription and grain collection. Since the autumn grain had not yet been collected, there was not much food in the common people’s homes. They cried bitterly, trying to keep their own food and their own. Children and grandchildren, in the end, nothing was left. Many elderly people fell on the mud and howled in pain.

In rumors, the Tianshou King has become a four-armed, three-eyed, two-foot-tall demon who loves to eat human flesh. The people not far from the battlefield and living in the lower reaches of the river witnessed the stream turning light red, following the government. The guards rushed into the village like wolves.

A month ago, they were still working hard. After paying the land tax and land rent, the family guarded their food.

Even if life is difficult, ancestors and ancestors have lived like this for generations, and they will continue to live it.

Everything has changed right now, I was caught off guard.

Some people threw down their ancestral properties and fields, dragging their families and fleeing.

More people feel that the village is remote and self-reliant. Anyway, when the three vassals of Chu Chu fought in the past, the war did not burn into the village, and the government robbed them of food. In this season, there is no shortage of wild fruits, fish and shrimps. You can't die from starvation, so I didn't run.

As a result, the Heavenly Grant King's army arrived, like a locust crossing the border.

The crops in the field are not fully mature, the grain in the barn, even the chickens, ducks and poultry are not spared, and even the beams of the houses are demolished.

Those things that Jingzhou officers don’t like, the soldiers of the King of Heaven don’t dislike them. Most of them don’t even have a pair of shoes, and they don’t even have leather armor. They are just barefoot, with their chests exposed, and their mouths are shouting purple. MSI is not afraid of pain or death.

The Jingzhou Army, which was defeated in the First Battle, gave them many weapons and leather armor. They wore clothes off the corpses and broke into the villages and villages in the countryside of Jingzhou. They killed people when they saw them, grabbed things when they saw them, and even their front feet. After grabbing the back foot, I found something better and I simply threw it into my arms.

The dropped thing was still stained with blood, and next to it was a lying corpse, which was then stepped on by a pair of feet, and finally mixed into the mud and plasma.

The house slowly collapsed in the fire, and the smoke dissipated.

Shortly afterwards, there was a sound of footsteps from the head of the village.

"...chasing!"

The leader tried his best to calm his mind and not watch the tragic situation everywhere.

They are armed with swords and their clothes are very similar. They are disciples of the Hengshan School.

The people of the rivers and lakes usually retreat three feet from the war and are unwilling to get involved in trouble, but the behavior of the Tianshou King has been "out of the ordinary", blood and fire are endless wherever he goes, and the people are slaughtered.

The decent sects can’t eat and drink. They also have fields to hire farmers to cultivate. The disciples under the clergy are practicing martial arts instead of cultivating land. If the Tianshou king pushes forward like this, sooner or later they will hit their sect, and they can’t use it. Even if the entire mountain is moved away, even if the tenants under the mountain can be hidden in advance, what about the crops that are not yet mature in the field?

So after hearing about the atrocities of the Tianshou King's army, the large and small sects who were hesitant to defend the site after receiving a letter from Fengxing Pavilion, immediately dispatched their disciples to support Jingzhou, and the Hengshan faction was just one of them.

It didn't take long for them to chase after them, and as expected, they encountered the rebellion of the Heavenly Giving King in another market town.

There are about a hundred people in this chaotic army. Although they do not know martial arts, the fierce and violent spirit is shocking. They seem to be much slower than ordinary people. They usually wailing when they are cut to the third knife, and more are staring. Fighting with his red eyes, his arms and limbs were broken, he tore his teeth, and at the same time there was a weird smile on his mouth.

"His."

A disciple of the Hengshan faction did not investigate, but was bitten on his left arm by a rebel army. He raised the knife and dropped the man's head.

"Crazy guys are lunatics." Hengshan school disciples have numb scalp. If they are not bad at martial arts, they may lose their lives in a mess.

Where did the Heavenly Consecrate King gather these chaos army? Could it be the evil spirits released from hell?

The people of the rivers and lakes are still scared, let alone ordinary people.

When the Rebellion Army was finally strangled to death, the Hengshan school disciple stood on the street panting, panting, and lingering fear.

When I walked back from all over the town, my pace slowed down a lot.

I thought it was a simple errand. As disciples of the big sect, they relied on force. They imagined that eradicating the chaos is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables. As a result, the melon vines and the Caibangzi suddenly grew spikes. Sharp teeth, if inadvertently he was pierced with blood, and even tore off a piece of flesh.

And they have to move on and deal with these mad dogs.

"Damn..."

These Hengshan school disciples scolded in irritation, and one of them couldn't help but ask: "Catch the thief first, capture the king, why not go directly to the king of the day?"

The older colleague rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "Of course someone will do this. It's up to you and me to bother."

The implication is that everyone present is not qualified to be this assassin.

"You have forgotten that Zheng Tu, the disciple of the Qingwu ancestor, served as the King of Heavenly Consecration many years ago? Although the Qingwu ancestor died in Taijing, the people of the Tibetan style were also scattered, but Zheng Tu But he has been staying in Yizhou properly, how is his martial arts, you don’t know it in your heart?"

Everyone is silent now.

There are geniuses of swordsmanship from famous genres in the arena, and there are desperadoes who have picked up a secret book. No matter how powerful these people are, everyone is not convinced. They always feel that they might be better after changing themselves.

Zheng Tu is different. In fact, he is taking the path most yearning for the young heroes of the rivers and lakes. The thirteen state capitals in the world walk around one by one, and every time he challenges a prestigious senior of the rivers and lakes, he will be victorious in all battles. , The most bizarre thing is that his martial arts cannot be said to be invincible in the world, but he can see the flaws of other people's tricks in the continuous struggle, and every time he turns defeat into victory. No one is willing to run into such an opponent, and loses inexplicably without saying that the ship is overturned in the gutter.

Zheng Tu rarely kills people in Bidou, or when he wins, he is also covered with bruises, and he has no spare energy and does not intend to die. Therefore, at the beginning, there were relatives, friends and disciples of the loser who made trouble for him. His name became louder and louder, and everyone changed their calibre, complimenting him without any margin. It means that the party who failed the fight is not famous and difficult, but unfortunately met Zheng Tu. If Zheng Tu suddenly lacked the root of his brain and ran to serve as the King of Heaven, he might be able to win a martial arts leader Dangdang with such prestige in a few decades. .

Actually, the rumors of the arena is quite beneficial to Zheng Tu. Most people believe that this is not Zheng Tu's will, but that his master's order is hard to violate, especially after the ambition of the Qingwu ancestor was exposed.

"The ancestor of Qingwu is dead, Zheng Tu doesn't need to stay with the King of Heaven...Look at these chaotic troops, what are they..."

A young Hengshan school disciple complained in a low voice, moved reluctantly, and followed everyone to the next village.

***

August 25th, after an annoying autumn rain, the sky is no longer so hot that it makes people want to get angry.

This year’s summer seems to be extremely long, with drought in several places.

However, when it is really cool, no one cares about the harvest and the weather.

A Zhuangzi hidden away on the back of the hill looks like a hunting and living place for the rich and powerful. The door is closed on weekdays and almost no people can come and go. Now it is extremely lively.

Many people are busy going in and out. They have bamboo tubes brought by homing pigeons in their hands, and a fast horse keeps arriving.

The rider rolled off the saddle, showed his waist badge, and then took the water bottle handed over by others, hurriedly filled it, and hurried to the house.

"Report to the pavilion lord, the latest military newspaper of Jingzhou City..."

"Pavilion Master, a message from Hengshan."

"Traces of rebellion were found in Xianan County."

When Tao Niangzi, sister and brother arrived, what they saw was this orderly scene in chaos.

They originally opened an inn on the river bank, doing business as merchants who smuggled goods, but a storm destroyed the inn and got acquainted with Meng Qi Moli by accident.

Tao Niangzi’s cousin, Xiao Hezi, practiced outside work, which damaged the meridians. Doctor Mo showed it to him. Originally, it was promised that he would come back in three months for a diagnosis and treatment for another prescription. However, the summer has not completely passed, Jingzhou It's already messed up.

The village where Ms. Tao's sister and brother lived was a refugee from the north bank. Although the army of the Tianshou King hadn't come over, they were panicked and uneasy when they heard the news from the merchandiser, and they discussed fleeing south. Lady Tao was fidgeting and greeted two distinguished guests who had disappeared.

Meng Qi changed back to the old man's appearance.

This is to not scare Lady Tao, she can't see her for more than a month and she will be rejuvenated.

As a result, when they came to the door of Zhuangzi, the people at Fengxing Pavilion almost didn't recognize it.

——Fortunately, some people from Ningtai have seen the old appearance of Moli.

"Guo Shi, Doctor Mo."

Qiu Jing's confidant rushed to hear the news and hurriedly welcomed the two in.

Countless pairs of eyes swept across Tao Niangzi's sister and brother, and the sight of the evaluation was obviously uncomfortable.

When the group of four arrived in front of Qiu Jing, the history of Tao Niangzi's sister and brother was also passed to the pavilion master Fengxing.

"It turned out to be Lady Tao from the Eight-arm Gate in Central Sichuan." Qiu Jing glanced at the paper on which Lady Tao's life was written, and then moved in her heart, vaguely understanding why Meng Qi and Moli had brought Lady Tao over.

"Come and watch tea."

People from the rivers and lakes speak of etiquette is a love of face, and sometimes they can't wait to finish the etiquette.

The four of them just sat down, before they even had time to pick up the tea, they heard Qiu Jing open the door and asked: "The Eight-arm Sect specializes in hidden weapons, and she has a good relationship with Pilitang. Lady Tao has been away from the division for many years, but she doesn't know what she is doing. How much do you know?"

Ms. Tao has heard Mo Li talk about Pilitang assisting the King of Heaven to break the Xuanchuan Pass. In fact, she volunteered for this trip.

"There have been serious differences in Pilitang over the years. Some people are obsessed with manufacturing hidden weapons, while others have always wanted to go out. They think Yizhou's structure is too small to make money and be frustrated. The slave family heard about the Lei family of Pilitang. The old Patriarch passed away last year. It should be the meaning of the new Patriarch to serve as the Heavenly Grant King."

Ms. Tao reluctantly said that she would find a way to find some brothers in the Basangmen, and contact the people who opposed the Patriarch in the Pilitang.

Finding people is Fengxingge's specialty.

As long as you are not squatting in Yizhou, as long as you come to Jiangnan, it will be sooner or later.

"Lady Tao first stay here. Within three days, there will be news of your fellow family." Qiu Jing winked, and someone immediately came to lead the way.

Tao Niangzi's sister and brother were holding the tea cup they had just received, and wondered awkwardly whether to put it down or take a sip before leaving.

"Ah." Meng Qi maintained the old man's style and said slowly, "If she returns without success, Tao Niangzi doesn't need to worry about it. The danger is just to find a few more ways."

Tao Niangzi breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that more and more people were waiting outside the Fengxing Pavilion, she was embarrassed to stay, she set aside the tea cup and took her cousin to leave.

The atmosphere in the room became more stagnant, and Qiu Jing caught a glimpse of the purple soft sword on Meng Qi's waist, and the familiar luggage on the back of Moli. He couldn't help wondering where the two of them put these things before and how they got them back.

Moli kept his eyes on the sand table in the center of the square table from the moment he entered the door.

The red flags stretched out from Yizhou, and Jingzhou was defeated like a mountain. In just a few days, one-third of its jurisdiction was lost.

"The Tianshou King really only has one hundred thousand troops?"

Not only is the danger like a locust, but the speed is so fast, is it possible to have wings?

As soon as Meng Qi saw the people leaving, he immediately lost his posture of being old and old. He didn't look old at all when he got up and paced. Except for his face unchanged, the surrounding Fengxing Pavilion was almost suspicious that it was changed personal.

"Look carefully, there is no big city here."

Meng Qi knows the sand table well, and feels that Fengxingge's craftsmanship is pretty good, and ordinary people in the rivers and lakes do not have such skills.

"On the one hand, the troops of the Heavenly Giving King will not stay in the captured city. On the other hand, the Jingzhou Army cannot defend itself and completely abandoned the people outside the city. The Heavenly Giving King is not willing to delay time on these turtle shells. Only quickly lead troops to implement."

Meng Qi casually stretched out his hand, and the area that was originally crimson in Moli's eyes became clear.

Qiu Jing was slightly surprised, and then relieved:

"Sure enough, I am worthy of Meng Guoshi, and I can make accurate guesses without looking at the news sent from the front line."

At this time, news from various sects came one after another outside, Qiu Jing quickly turned over, his fingers trembling slightly with anger.

"Guardian?"

"...The rebellious army slaughtered and looted the village, and the people couldn't escape."

Qiu Jing held on to the tabletop, tried hard to fight, and said weakly: "Except for the Hengshan Sect and other major sect disciples, the other dozen gangs are retreating."

"What?" The Fengxing Pavilion next to them were taken aback.

Meng Qi calmed his face, Mo Li hesitated, and took the pile of news from Qiu Jing.

Some market towns and villages were almost completely destroyed. After several waves of rebellion, they couldn't even find a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Not to mention that the rebellious army looks like crazy and is not afraid of death or injury. The major sect has not yet suffered casualties, and the small gang has already lost their lives. The appearance of the people of the Holy Lotus Altar is even worse.

"In a hurry, Fengxing Pavilion gathered about 400 disciples from various factions of Jianghu heroes...In addition to the corresponding people in the past few days, it has reached more than 700 people, almost half of the strength of the south of the Yangtze River. , But scattered in this Jingzhou, it is like a mud cow into the sea..."

Qiu Jing stared at the sand table, her palms clenched.

She never thought that these people could turn the situation around, but it was difficult to even save people.

Is this fate?

Meng Qi closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "First hold the main force of the Tianshou King. He is throwing everything away and heading for Nanping County where King Jing is located."

"Report--"

Suddenly someone broke into the outside, saw Meng Qi Moli was stunned, or quickly said: "Report to the pavilion master, Senior Wang and the others have missed, and the ten people who went to assassinate the Heavenly Giving King together are already... Their bodies were found during a search after leaving the camp."