Legend of Fei Chapter 76: Rebellion

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Ma Jili stretched out his hand and stopped Zhou Fei who almost rushed forward: "What are you dare to do, be careful!"

He said, carefully holding the sword in his hand, winking at the others.

The disciples approached the ground well-trained, each spread out and searched for a while, and suddenly someone shouted: "Master Ma!"

Ma Jili took a look and saw that the iron gate of the first sentry post seemed to be closed, but it was not closed tightly. A row of bodies of sentry disciples were neatly lined up behind the door, all neat and tidy. The sword seals the throat, and the wound is almost unremarkable except for the fatal wound. It is impossible to see which swordsmanship it is.

Ma Jili took a step forward with a sinking face, reached out his hand to probe the dead man, and said in a low voice: "There is no resistance, no other injuries, the body is still hot."

If it were placed in the past, Zhou Fei would definitely not be able to hear what he meant, but after returning from the mountain for more than half a year, she could understand Maggie's implication in the blink of an eye—the murderer was probably his own in the Forty-eight Village. , And did not go far.

Will this be... the second civil unrest in Forty-eight Village?

Li Yan was stunned by the cold dew in the night breeze, and she shivered solidly. A layer of goose bumps appeared on her back. She couldn't help taking a step back and was stepping on a tree branch. "Soon.

Ma Jili was alarmed by the movement, and his sword-lifting hand trembled slightly, turning his head to look at Li Yan.

Li Yan drew a sigh, and trembled: "Yes... I'm sorry..."

Ma Jili looked at Li Yan and sighed, his expression eased, and then he seemed to hesitate for a while, he turned his head and said to Zhou Fei: "I was wrong, I shouldn't bring them, A Fei, I will give you a few people, you take Ask the guest and sister to hide away as soon as possible, you can..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Yan suddenly jumped up and ran to him like a frightened rabbit.

Except for Wu Chuchu, everyone present was not weak in their ears, and immediately heard the messy footsteps coming from a distance.

Everyone immediately became alert, and Maggie instinctively guarded Li Yan behind him. At this moment, the visitor appeared out of breath, and said: "Who and who are you here? Breaking into the Forty-eight Villages...Huh? Director Ma, didn’t you go to Jinling, why did you come back here?"

As soon as this statement came out, Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest vigorously. Although everyone did not put down their guard, they relaxed slightly. Only Maggie's back was still tight, with the sword clasped in his hands.

Zhou Fei squinted his eyes to look at the star-watching disciple, and asked softly: "Which school does this belong to?"

Before the person next to him had time to answer, the person ran to the front, gave a deep salute to Maggie, and declared himself: "Three generations of junior Mingfeng disciples..."

Mingfeng...Mingfeng Tower?

For an instant, Zhou Fei remembered the story that Yin Pei said in the secret road of Hengshan for no reason.

Between the lightning and the fire, she had no time to think about the connection, she instinctively mentioned Wangchunshan, and at this moment, there was a flash of silver light in the corner of her eye, Zhou Fei pushed away the person next to everyone. When there was no reaction, the word "wind" had already been rolled out.

Wangchunshan's knife hit something, Zhou Fei's long hair scattered on his ears and temples died for no reason, and the familiar touch let Zhou Fei know what it was in an instant—the line of action!

Ma Jili was shocked: "A Fei can't be reckless..."

Before the word "bump" was spoken, Zhou Fei suddenly pressed the long knife down in his hand without warning, and the "unweekly wind" almost without any turning point passed over to the "one knife town mountain", with a "buzz" ——After all, the drag line here is not the kind that connects with the Stonehenge in the Ximo River. It was bent by her with a single knife.

Xie Yun suddenly popped out of his arms a firework that was exactly the same as the firework he had ignited on Mount Heng.

The fireworks rushed to the sky, awakening the quiet moonlight over the Forty-eight Village, and the few figures hidden in the treetops on both sides, almost integrated with the vegetation, suddenly disappeared.

It turns out that they used a single person to attract attention, and the real assassins had already been in ambush-no wonder a few guard posts died silently.

Wangchun Mountain in Zhou Fei's hands faintly defeated the gold-cutting and jade-cutting line, and he forced the line to be deformed, and then with a light scream, two "line-making" people rolled down from the tree one after another. She succeeded in one move, and Wang Chunshan slid heavily on the line of hand, and brazenly broke into the hand of several wind killers, and the long sword in his hand changed again, this time it was "cut"!

The unformed wire pulling net was difficult to take seriously, and it was suddenly broken under her knife, and the pulling wire shattered in all directions, and the wire man was tied in. Li Yan covered his eyes, but it was still too late. I saw two heads flying up close.

While Zhou Fei's snowbreaker remained unfavorable, he directly resisted the throat of the Mingfeng disciple who ran to attract attention.

Behind Maggie, everyone was stunned by the three swords that flew and fell.

When Zhou Fei was outside, she didn't know how to have such bad luck. She was so embarrassed every day among the masters, she didn't have time to know the progress of her snowbreaker.

At this time, she couldn't see the horrified expressions of everyone behind her, and the tip of the knife stuck on the assassin's throat, and said coldly: "Who ordered you?"

The wind-screaming assassin glanced at her, and sighed in a low voice, "It's a snowbreaker, it's fate."

Immediately, his gaze turned away from Zhou Fei's face, he didn't know where to show a weird smile to the void behind her, and he bumped forward without warning - it was too late for Zhou Fei to take his hand. The assassin hit her to death with such a smile!

Zhou Fei shivered slightly, and at this moment, a burst of fire that was more dazzling than Xie Yun's fireworks shot up from the back mountain.

I don't know who said loudly: "Ximojiang! That is Ximojiang!"

As the night was about to be dripping, Li Jinrong, who was away from home, still did not rest. She was thinking about something in her heart, and flipping through a book of travels describing the old capital in her hands.

People say, "You can't sleep for the first thirty years, and you can't sleep for the next thirty years"-most young people are slumbering, and sleep less and less as they get older.

Li Jinrong has a small secret. She has suffered from insomnia since she was eighteen or nine years old. In the past twenty years, she has tried several times to treat it, but it didn’t work. Those who practice martial arts are physically strong and can't really fall asleep. It's a big deal to meditate and adjust their breath until dawn, and they won't delay business the next day.

At this time, Li Jinrong had already taken people out of the land of Shu, and along the way inevitably heard about the "great achievements" of the newly promoted figure Zhou Fei, but Li Da was not as angry as Zhou Fei imagined. On the contrary, there are some worries.

Li Jinrong listened to several versions of the legend, and the first reaction was not to wonder how Zhou Fei's snowbreaker, which was bought and sold now, fooled people-but for what reason Zhou Fei was not here. Mrs. Wang's side.

Zhou Fei is not Li Yan. She has been more happy since she was a child. She can't do things that run around by herself for no reason.

Then what happened to get her out of the sight of her elders?

Especially in the story in Huarong City, the legends of various versions have been blown up and down.

Here, it doesn’t matter how Zhou Fei escaped from under the eyes of the two greedy wolves and Lu Cun who killed the gods. Anyway, according to the follow-up story, she escaped very successfully. Missing arms and short legs-but what makes Li Jinrong puzzled is, who else is there in Central Plains Wulin who deserves Qiu Tianji and Shen Tianshu to round up together?

Some of the mysterious rumors also mentioned General Wu's family.

Although the family members of the traitorous generals are naturally arrested by the Northern Dynasty, they are just orphans and widows who have no power to restrain the chickens. It is easy to kill them with a few soldiers, and it takes two Beidou... even greedy wolves. Star relatives?

Cao Zhongkun’s dog has been eaten with big sticks, is it okay to come out to eat?

Li Jinrong felt vaguely that she might have missed something, but after thinking about it, she found that the whole thing was covered with an ominous thick fog, and she could not grasp the key.

She put aside the travel notes that she hadn't turned a page for a long time, and pinched her eyebrows...what did she miss?

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted outside: "Master!"

Li Jinrong instantly condensed her tired and dazed expression to nothing left, turned her head slightly, and raised her voice: "Come in."

She hadn't stopped, and the door of the guest room was unfastened, and she opened it as soon as she pushed it from the outside. Before Li Jinrong's words fell, the female disciple who was doing her chores rushed in with a look on her face—Li Jinrong had a bad temper. It's not a day or two, and the disciples who can follow her must be very clever and measured, and it's rare to be so reckless.

Li Jinrong raised her eyebrows and made a somewhat impatient look of questioning.

The disciple said: "Hurry up and see who is here!"

I saw a person walking out quickly from behind her, shouting: "Auntie!"

This time, Li Jinrong was taken aback, and it took a long time to find her voice: "...Sheng'er?"

Even a boy who grew up very late, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, he seemed to basically no longer have drastic changes, but when Li Sheng stood in front of her, Li Jinrong almost didn’t recognize it for a while. .

He lost two laps all over, and he looked a bit taller for no reason.

At home, although Li Sheng is not arrogant, he is somewhat temperamental. His clothes and hair must not be messy. Every stop is handsome. I want to put the words "Young Master Li" on top. On the forehead, but the young man standing in front of Li Jinrong at this time is no better than a beggar. He lost one and a half of his two daggers—there is only one polished iron plate without a sheath. The rope was tangled a few times.

His face is so thin that there is only a layer of skin left, stretched stretched on his cheekbones, there is still a black spot on his cheeks, and I don't know whether it is a dust or a mark left by a scab, and his lips are cracked. Daokouzi could faintly see the flesh and blood in it, but his eyes hardened a lot, and he even dared to look at Li Jinrong.

"Pour him a glass of water," Li Jinrong hurriedly ordered, and then asked him again and again, "Why are you here alone? Why are you doing this? What about Afei?"

Li Sheng seemed to be very thirsty. He didn't even say "Thank you". He picked up the cup and poured it into his throat. Somehow he pulled the crack in his lips, and his face looked painful. Flashed past, but did not say anything. Li Sheng quickly finished drinking, put a drop of the empty cup aside, and said, "A Fei was not with me--this is a long story, aunt, let me make a long story short. There is a person named Chongyunzi. Seniors asked me to bring you a word."

Li Jinrong: "...what?"

The name called her and she had to be shocked, because the letter with ripples and inexplicable words was signed "Chongyunzi", the reclusive leader of Qimen and the old friend of the old village master for decades. .

"He said this to you just in case. If you don't understand, that's the best." Li Sheng frowned obviously, as if he still couldn't understand what the old Taoist meant. "The sentence is,'Years and months cannot be reversed, and death cannot be resurrected. Since the past has been settled, and if you dig a tomb and turn it out, you must have bad intentions, the master, no matter what others tell you Don’t believe anything, remember, don’t hold me accountable'...Sister, please give me another glass of water."

Li Sheng said this in one breath, his throat was chopped, he coughed twice, almost tasted a little blood.

Li Jinrong sighed calmly. With a calm expression, his heart almost exploded.

Qimen’s Daoist Chongyunzi and Shibazhai have long been disconnected, but they actually sent her two letters within a few months. One was written on paper and asked to be forwarded by Zhou Yitang, and the other It was dictated by her nephew who grew up, but the contents of the two letters were contradictory and completely opposite!

If it weren't for the old Taoist Qimen to lose his heart, there must be a problem with one of these two letters.

Li Sheng ignored her groaning, and quickly continued: "There is one more thing, aunt, Brother Deng Zhen once told me on the way there were hidden piles on the way to Zhaizhong. At that time, Beidou was in Activities at the north-south junction were rampant. I had to avoid it and detour to the southern dynasty boundary and settle down in Hengyang. Because I was afraid of something wrong, I wanted to write a letter and pass it to you through the Hengyang Secret Stake. Unexpectedly, the Hengyang Secret Stake gave birth to alienation. ...I don’t know which power or people instigated the rebellion. At that time, I was too late to investigate, and I was almost detained by them. I finally escaped and was chased and killed all the way here-it’s not an ordinary pursuit, I’m the only one. There is no drag and no fatigue. It is reasonable to say that hiding in the city or hiding in the wild is easy, but aunt, I suspect that they are dispatching 800 serious assassins. Is there anyone in the secret pile of Hengyang?"

The hidden piles of Forty-Eight Villages distributed in various places are stationed separately by different sects, and everyone is not separated from each other, so the manpower of the hidden piles is mixed.

But Li Jinrong knows that Mingfeng is a maverick.

This is what the elders of the Zhaizhong know, the old rules.

It's not that Li Jinrong doesn't want to change, but firstly, the people in Mingfeng are very lonely outside, and secondly...Although it sounds inexplicable, this is the rule set by the old village master Li Zheng himself.

Also, if codewords are used in the important letters of Forty-Eight Village, in order to prevent being intercepted and deciphered, the letters usually do not follow the same line.

For example, there are two lines from the middle of Shu to Jinling, one of which is located in Shaoyang hidden pile after leaving Shu, and the other happens to be the Hengyang line! The letter from Chongyunzi to Zhou Yitang happened to take the Hengyang line, so when Li Jinrong wrote to Zhou Yitang, he would avoid Hengyang and diverted to Shaoyang. If Zhou Yitang wrote back to her, the letter she had never received would be Once again stuck in the hidden pile in Hengyang.

If there is a problem with Hengyang's secret pile, then...

Li Jinrong stood up abruptly. She rarely left forty-eight villages. This time she was going out to reorganize the hidden piles. The elites of all factions brought a lot of... She walked slowly in the room. He raised his head and ordered the dumbfounded female disciple next to him: "Go and call everyone, let's turn back immediately!"

The disciple responded and ran away.

Li Jinrong said to Li Sheng who sighed softly: "Come with me and tell me carefully about the road."

"Auntie," Li Sheng said slightly affirmatively, "Is there anything to eat? That... dry food will do. I can take it and talk while eating."