Legend of Fei Chapter 78: Young Phoenix
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The bell in the back mountain rang higher than once, shaking in the dormant mountains, and spreading to the calm town below the mountain, a large group of birds roared past, and the 48 villages that stood in the mountains were brightly lit within three quarters. , From a distance, it looks like a waking dragon.
On the Ximo River, countless shadow-like people in black are crawling on the shore densely. The outposts on the shore are condescending. They should have the advantage. Although the leading general sentinel is wondering why the lead has stopped, it can still organize it in an orderly manner. Rebelled, and at the same time sent two groups of people to inform the elder's church that was left behind.
At this moment, a disciple ran to report loudly: "General sentinel, we have reinforcements. It is the person from Mingfeng. I must have heard of the abnormality brought by the machine."
As soon as his voice fell, the ghostly assassins had arrived on the shore.
Forty-eight villages abruptly opened up such an isolated island between the north and the south. They stood side by side for decades. They were not wearing armor behind them. When the assassins arrived, none of the disciples from the main post to the defense were prepared. The sturdy line of defense on the river bank was instantly overwhelmed by surprise.
There was chaos by the Ximo River, and the Presbyterian Church was immediately chaotic.
Is it a foreign enemy or an internal ghost acting as a demon?
It’s not clear at the moment of the message, but at this moment, who the foreign enemy is does not seem so important—if there is an inner ghost, who is the inner ghost? Who can be trusted in the middle of the night?
If the disaster is under the wall of Xiao, who can guarantee that the messy news and the messenger are true?
When Zhou Fei and the others arrived, there was a quarrel in the Presbyterian Hall. Everyone was busy proving themselves. At such a very sensitive point, it seemed that an extra look made people feel that others were suspicious of themselves. And the worst thing is that because Li Jinrong is not there, even if the left-behind elders can check and balance each other when things are fine, there is something wrong now, but no one is convinced.
Forty-eight villages are like a stone cracked in the middle. The crack is unstoppable when it turns out to be so hard.
Zhou Fei took a deep breath, then looked up at Chunshan, and sent the long knife handle forward, directly punching a hole in the damp and rotten wood door latch of the Presbyterian Church.
Then she leaned Wangchunshan on her shoulders, folded her arms on her chest, and her eyes swept across the suddenly silent Elder’s Church, just standing at the door, neither entering nor saying anything—no The way, not every elder likes children like Mrs. Wang, and many people in the Presbyterian Hall have nothing to do with Zhou Fei when he was a disciple. Zhou Fei used to mean "not listening to things outside the window". When she met, she could barely call her uncle uncle. It was pretty good. As for who this person is and what kind of temperament is this person, you can ask at first glance. She really can't remember.
Fortunately, there was a "Li Da-zhuang" with a wind ear around him.
Li Yan quickly approached her ear while Zhou Fei and the shocked elders stared at them, pointing Jiangshan and saying: "Uncle Zhang who is the first on the left who jumps on the table and scolds the street, you must be sure Know, I won’t say more."
The person she said was Zhang Bolin, the head of the Thousand Bells. Because the Kungfu of the Thousand Bells School was quite rampant, she gave him the nickname "Wild Dog School". Zhang Bolin was also called Zhang Evil Dog. Firecrackers, open mouths, shut up, shut up and start hands-but because of the "smashing bricks and breaking boulders" of the wild dog faction, thousands of minutes are full of naked and yelling young men. The yin and yang are not tuned all the year round. The girl is a rare object, so on weekdays Zhang Bolin's attitude towards Zhou Fei, Li Yan and their girls is much gentler, and is often as kind and polite as a ghost.
"The one sitting in the middle was Zhao Qiusheng, the head of'Chiyan', Uncle Zhao, an annoying old-fashioned man. Once he heard you talk back to your aunt, he told others, if you were his girl If you have to fight to death and rebirth, you have to overcome this stinking problem that dared to yell at Laozi and Niang."
When is it all, I'm still complaining!
Zhou Fei gave her a secret glance and motioned to Li Yan to make a long story short, not to be so "dedicated".
Li Yan rolled her eyes and said, "The man on the far right is born in'Wind Thunder Spear', Lin Hao... Give it to him, it's the first in our generation to become an elder."
Lin Hao is about twenty-seven and eighty-eight. Naturally, he is not a kid, but compared with the heads and elders of these bearded elders of various factions, the young people of this generation seem to "have no hair on their mouths and do not work well." "Oh, but at this time there was an accident in Mojiang, and he, an elder in charge of defense, was the first to escape accountability.
This will specify that it is anxious and embarrassing. When Zhang Bolin and Zhao Qiusheng are forced to ask, Lin Hao can still see a little irritation between his eyebrows.
Zhou Fei felt that she could hear her heart beating wildly. At first it was almost noisy, but as she stood at the door and slowly glanced over the people in the elder's hall, Zhou Fei began to secretly treat herself Said: "I do what I should do, what my mother can do, so can I."
Li Jinrong said to her: "The present of gravel is the past of the mountain, and your present is our past."
Zhou Fei repeated these words three times in her heart, and her heartbeat slowed down miraculously. The cold sweat in her palms quickly subsided, and her chaotic brain cooled down. Gradually, the fog disappeared, leaving A piece of orderly clarity came down.
Li Yan pointed out to her who was who as if she hugged her feet temporarily, and she had to rely on herself for the rest.
Zhou Fei lowered his gaze slightly, took Wangchun Mountain in his hand, raised his foot into the elder's hall, and fisted at the stunned three people in front of him: "Uncle Zhang, Senior Uncle Zhao, Senior Brother Lin."
"Zhou Fei?" She frowned when Zhao Qiu was watching the house. Of course, this would be no exception. He glanced away and saw Maggie and others behind him. He immediately regarded Zhou Fei and Li Yan as a messy little girl. Bastard.
Zhao Qiusheng crossed Zhou Fei and directly asked Maggie: "Brother Ma, what's the matter? Didn't you take Li Yan's child to Jinling? Why didn't one send him away, but got one back? Why are there strangers?"
Ma Jili was about to reply, but Xie Yun made a silent gesture at him vaguely.
If Maggie said the first sentence on behalf of Zhou Fei, then her image as a "little cumbersome, little follower" in the eyes of these old men would be considered solid.
Majili choked hesitantly.
Zhou Fei walked into the elder's hall without raising his eyelids, and said: "There is a reason for it, and it is difficult to say a word. Zhao Shishu, Mingfeng rebellion, the outermost sentry in the village has been unpredictable right now, Ximojiang has been blown up. Do you want me to explain to you why Li Yan is not in Jinling now?"
She said that was rude, but her tone and attitude were too flat and straightforward. It was too natural. There was no intention of provoking and rebelling against the elders. Zhao Qiusheng was stunned for a moment: "...No, wait, you just Saying that you even enter and exit the outermost guard post... How do you know that it is the Mingfeng Rebellion?"
Isn't the forty-eight villages leaking from all sides?
Zhou Fei looked up at him, rubbing his finger against Wangchunshan's knife handle.
At this time, everyone saw her hand. There was a thin callus on the inside of the snow-white thumb, and fresh blood was stained on the fingertips.
Zhou Fei tilted his head blankly and said, "Because murderers are always killed, I have seen them with my own eyes and killed them with my own hands-Brother Lin, should you sort out the second batch of patrol posts now? To replace the vacant posts, have people been sent to reinforce Ximojiang in batches? The drag machine may have been shut down. It will not take long for foreign enemies to climb up from both sides of the Ximojiang River, right?"
Zhao Qiusheng looked at Zhou Fei as if he saw a young kid wearing an adult's clothes and dragging his long tail around, feeling ridiculous and unreasonable: "You little girl film you... …"
Just before he said "What is causing trouble?" Lin Hao, who had been silent, suddenly walked outside, blowing a sharp whistle in his mouth, and several of his subordinates fell into the courtyard of the elder's hall in a blink of an eye. Personally interrupted Zhao Qiusheng's juicy words.
Lin Hao can be the elder of general defense, of course, he is not lacking in mind. What should be done in the event, he does not need other people's guidance-as long as these old men who rely on the old and sell the old can let him go and do things, not have to. This section patted the table on the bone and asked him to give an explanation.
Naturally, Lin Hao didn't plan to listen to Zhou Fei's command, but she came too coincidental, and a few words just solved his embarrassment and predicament.
Never mind the real or fake, anyway, she named the rebels in a few words and explained who the rebels were, which is equivalent to pushing away most of the black pot on his head. Lin Hao went down to the donkey and passed over Zhao Qiusheng who was blowing his beard and staring at him. Zhang Bolin gave three orders in succession, added a guard post, and organized the manpower to go to Ximojiang. Then he said to Zhou Fei: "If it is too late, it depends on how talented the person is."
Zhou Fei pushed Wangchunshan away slightly, then closed it with "choking", and said every word: "Okay, if it is too late, let them keep their lives here."
This is the first principle that Xie Yun taught her on the way. The elders in this village all watched her grow up. They played mystery and increased mystery as they did with Yang Jin. Not only would it not work, but it would let them. I feel that she is unreliable more and more, so you must ask less, talk less, explain less, and use the same intensity when speaking. "Only when you believe in your own words can you try to impress others."
Zhou Fei glanced at Xie Yun as if intentionally or unintentionally, just to meet his gaze, Xie Yun nodded slightly at her.
"After you have taken the initial attitude, don't just keep pressing, you have to relax. After all, you are a junior, and you are here to solve problems, not to make trouble."
Zhou Fei squeezed his finger on the handle of the knife a few times, calmed his expression, and apologized with a low eyebrow: "The niece was rude just now. She was ambushed by her own as soon as she entered the door. Forgive me, uncles."
Zhang Bolin opened his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and lay back. Finally, he didn't say any reprimands, but just waved his hand helplessly.
Zhou Fei glanced at Zhao Qiusheng, bending over without moving.
Her hair is a bit messy, and the long invention on one sideburn is cut by a sharp weapon. The location is very dangerous. One point up is the face, one point down is the throat. Maybe she was hit by someone when she was unprepared. to. Zhao Qiusheng felt that Zhou Fei was not likable at all on weekdays. When he met the "Uncle Master" who was always tough, there was nothing else to say. At this time, seeing her in a respectful and polite embarrassment, suddenly there was something strange. It feels-as if the nasty little girl film is sensible.
Zhao Qiusheng finally snorted: "That's it."
After finishing speaking, he crossed Lin Hao and directly commanded in the attitude of the great elder: "Go to Ximojiang, I want to see, those things that eat inside and out are colluding with a group of demons and ghosts!"
Lin Hao was young, so naturally he couldn't say anything about it, but Zhang Bolin didn't eat Zhao Qiusheng's set, and he heard that this person became a gourd on the spot, and he let out a rough breath.
Zhou Fei shook the rudder with the wind. Although he didn't say a word, he didn't rush to follow Zhao Qiusheng. Instead, he cast a questioning look at Zhang Bolin.
This is the third sentence Xie Yun taught her-when you arrive at the Presbyterian Church, if all of them perform their duties and are united, then you don’t have to say anything. The elders have a unified opinion, even your mother has to be good. Weigh, let alone you, but since your mother left the board of directors of the Presbyterian Church instead of entrusting them to a specific person, there must be a sense of letting them check and balance each other. You open the door of the Presbyterian Church, it’s better to see them Only if you have a thick face and a thick neck can you have room for you to talk and do things. How to keep this balance is the key.
When Zhang Bolin met her gaze, the frustrated tone in his heart had an exit, staring at Zhao Qiusheng’s back and said: "I’m proud of you, everyone else is watching, people are like a mirror in their hearts, know who Reliable."
So Zhang Evil Dog nodded at Zhou Fei with a little reserved pride, and said his own opinion: "Go to wash Mojiang."
The Presbyterian Hall briefly agreed. Lin Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and the standby guard posts of the Forty-Eight Villages were immediately put in place, and the people of all sects gathered to the Ximo River—the torch walked at night, like a long dragon.
Zhou Fei swept his eyes, and saw that there was a small gap between the various martial arts that used to be mixed in the past. They were actually formed in groups according to the martial arts. It seems that a Splash Lake suddenly has countless tributaries. It gradually became clear.
She didn't want to be so sensitive, but she still noticed, her expression gloomy.
Xie Yun, who had been following her silently, suddenly grabbed her hand, Xie Yun's palm was cold, and Zhou Fei's spirit was a little shaken.
I saw him facing forward, as if he was not looking at her at all, fingers that owe temperature like his palms gently and involuntarily pressed Zhou Fei's slightly slack hand tightly on the long handle of Wang Chunshan.
It's not over yet--
Zhou Fei knows what he means, and it's not over yet. If there is no time to say anything, I have to use a snowbreaker to say it.
At this moment, the sound of knives and guns broke out, and a batch of reinforcements that opened the way had already started with foreign enemies. Zhou Fei saw the familiar man in black in the distance, and his heart sank slightly-it was Beidou.