Cyber Daming

Treasure Village.

In the past, the red-walled temple was always full of incense, but the sound of chanting has been gone for a long time.

The eaves were covered with ice, and the prayer wheels next to the walls had long been frozen. The stone towers symbolizing devout prayers were scattered on the ground, submerged by the heavy snow without a trace.

The closed village seemed dead, but it was undulating with powerful shouts.

In the wind and snow, a group of young people with dark faces were fisting in the open space in front of the temple.

"beat!"

Ji Qing, whose cheeks were wrinkled and red, stood at the front of the team and shouted forcefully!

"beat!"

More than a dozen teenagers who were about the same age as him all moved in unison with his words, stepping into a lunge with their feet, straightening their backs, making a fist with their left hand on their waist, and blasting out with their right hand.

Ji Qing kept moving, tilted his head half-way, and glanced at everyone seriously.

The young men all had sullen faces, and their half-open robes had already been wetted by melted snow. When blown by the cold wind, they immediately condensed into frost spots like salt grains, which kept falling down with their movements.

"Go on, fight!"

Ji Qing's two thick black eyebrows knitted together. After correcting the actions of several companions, he continued to shout loudly.

These teenagers fought back and forth many times with a set of extremely simple and even boring boxing moves.

When everyone's body was filled with steam, Ji Qing finally shouted the word "accept".

A group of boys dragged their exhausted bodies and staggered back to the eaves of the temple. Then they threw themselves on the ground and gasped for air.

As they moved from movement to stillness, dripping sweat began to swarm out from the dilated pores, dripping down the tip of the nose and the back of the hand. When the cold wind blew, it soon split into strips as if cut by a knife. A small opening.

"Rest for a quarter of an hour, and then we will continue practicing."

Ji Qing seemed to have become the leader of this group of teenagers. Although he was also tired and pale, he still forced himself to sit upright on the steps.

It's just that his nose was a bit unresponsive today, and his nose kept running down, which made Ji Qing a little annoyed.

"Did you hear everything?"

The almost harsh order did not attract any objections or complaints.

At their age, they should be the most aggressive and refuse to obey anyone, but they appear to be extraordinarily calm, as if their current fatigue and pain are no big deal to them.

Able to endure hardship.

These three words seem to be their innate talents. Even though they are far from grown up, they are already familiar with them.

"Jiqing, where is your brother-in-law?"

During the break, the young man who finally regained his breath looked at Ji Qing, who was pretending to be mature.

This sentence seemed to have a special magic power. The sound of rapid breathing, which was not much weaker than the sound of the wind, suddenly stopped, and pairs of bright eyes looked over.

"My brother-in-law has gone to do something very important."

When Ji Qing, who was quietly wiping his nose, heard this, he immediately let go of his sleeves and sat upright, but the chapped skin on his hands had left a dark red blood mark on his lips.

"What's important? Tell us about it."

Ji Qing raised his head and said disdainfully: "Can you understand after I said it?"

"I know. When Brother Dundup left that day, I heard him telling Sister Jixiang that he was going to other villages to teach the people there how to protect themselves." Someone raised his hand excitedly.

"Sangshan, you are so brave, you dare to eavesdrop on my sister and brother-in-law's conversation?!"

Ji Qing looked sideways at the young man who spoke. The latter shook his head quickly, shrinking his head and not daring to speak again.

"Now that you all know, then practice boxing with me. My brother-in-law said that only if we practice boxing well, we can drive those people out when they come again in the future!"

When saying this, Ji Qing raised his calloused fist.

However, those calluses were not on the edge of the fist, but on the left and right sides of the fingers. They were the marks left by him moving rocks, cutting weeds, and grazing cattle and sheep.

It was a barely impassioned declaration, but few people dared to respond.

Ji Qing looked around dissatisfied, clearly seeing the fear on the faces of his companions.

"Jiqing, those people are all disciples of Buddha."

The one who spoke was the young man who asked the question before. At this moment, his face was worried and his eyes were blank.

"Dad A, are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid, but my grandma is."

Jiaba's tone was low, and he murmured: "My grandma and Ah Yi had a big quarrel. Ah Yi didn't want me to learn boxing with you, saying that if I did so, my father wouldn't have the chance to be reincarnated. But my Ah Yi Mom said "

"say what?"

"She said she could lie to herself, but she didn't want me to lie to myself for the rest of my life like them. If I was guilty, she and my father had already paid it off for me. I was clean and should be as free as an antelope. 's running.”

Jiaba raised his eyes and looked at Jiqing, "Tell me, should I listen to my grandma or my Ah Yi? When Mr. Chen was here, I didn't dare to ask him. Now I want to ask, but he's gone. Jiqing, suddenly Did Brother Zhu ever teach you who to listen to?"

"I have never met my father and mother. I was raised by my sister."

Ji Qing's answer caused silence to fall under the eaves of the temple.

Ji Qing pursed his lips and thought for a long time before he said: "But my sister told me that when I feel tired, in pain or scared while practicing boxing, I should think about the highland barley, cattle and sheep that were taken away from home before. . And when you don’t have enough to eat, you still have to put the butter and tsampa on the altar until they are completely rotten.”

"Let me think about the family I have never met, and my brother-in-law's village, my sister said, so I can know the answer."

Ji Qing looked at his thoughtful companions around him and immediately understood that the method his sister taught him was equally useful to them.

This group of foreign youths hiding under the eaves were like sheep huddled together to keep warm.

Now they are cowardly and fearful, but the cold wind and snow are shearing off the wool on their bodies, gradually revealing the patterns and claws of beasts.

"who!"

Ji Qing, who was facing the entrance of the village, suddenly jumped up, looked nervous, and shouted loudly.

Everyone turned around when they heard the sound, and saw the outlines of several figures slowly becoming clear in the heavy snow.

"Is it really them? What should I do?"

The fear engraved in his bones shocked Ji Qing's mind. He pinched the chapped wound on the back of his hand, gritted his teeth, picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground, and threw it in the direction of the shadow with all his strength.

He promised his brother-in-law that he would protect his sister and not let these people get close to the village again!

You must do it yourself!

puff.

The stone hit the snow and disappeared instantly, leaving a small hole.

Chen Qisheng, who was supposed to be rushing to Xin'an in Concubine Yuan Ming's words, suddenly appeared here.

He stopped in front of the pothole and turned to look at the thin men behind him who looked lonely.

"We're at the place, let's start from here. Our mission is to help them complete the process of breaking the lock and advancing in the shortest possible time."

Chen Qisheng said in a cold voice: "Whoever doesn't listen, kill! Whoever dares to stop, kill!"

Upon hearing this order, the group of lone martial artists who had just been released from the secret temples under Sangyan Temple all looked at the group of young men in the distance who were pretending to be calm with complicated expressions.

"The same goes for you. If we have a way to get Sangyan Temple to release you, we will have the ability to kill you. If the matter is not done, whoever dares to run away will do so."

Chen Qisheng's sharp gaze swept across everyone's faces: "No matter where you are hiding, I can find you and make your life worse than death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy snow in the sky suddenly intensified, and the howling wind was almost harsh.

Not only these lone martial artists, but also a group of civilian youths standing under the eaves in the distance, everyone felt something at the same time and looked up to the sky.

Ji Qing could see clearly that the darkness in the sky was surging like a living thing. Under the moonlight, there seemed to be an incredibly huge black shadow hovering above his head.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Figures fell from the sky one after another, throwing up snow dust ten feet high, with light spots of different colors looming in it.

Unlike these young people who were stunned by the strange changes, these lone warriors were also ruthless figures running rampant in the various states of the empire before they became prisoners. Naturally, they can recognize that these fallen figures are clearly a corpse. Jumojia!

And what was entrenched in the sky was also a terrifying giant armor that they had never seen before.

"These Mo Xu are here to assist you. They will try their best to save the lives of these people, and more martial arts injectors will be sent one after another. What you have to do is to do everything you can to let them break in. Walk alone.”

Chen Qisheng said in a deep voice: "When the trouble here is over, you can leave on your own."

"grown ups."

The older-looking man suddenly said: "Excuse me, what is your identity, sir? Don't worry, sir, we have no other intentions. We just want to know who helped us escape from the sea of ​​suffering, so that we can remember this kindness."

"No need for kindness."

Chen Qisheng shook his head and was about to refuse, but he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned to look at everyone.

"I am Tianque, Chen Qisheng."

After saying these words, Chen Qisheng no longer stayed, his figure suddenly rose up into the sky, and landed on the back of Kunpeng, which was like a sky curtain.

"Brother Chen, where are we going now?"

The Black Riding Whale flapped its wings lightly, and countless clouds were torn into pieces by the swift airflow.

"Go to Xin'an and pick up Brother Jun."

Chen Qisheng spoke softly, but looked solemnly in the direction of Nagqu City.

Behind that city, a mountain peak like a pillar of heaven stood in the storm.

At the same time, in another village hundreds of miles away from Zhenbao Village.

Dunzhu, who was covered in blood, raised his hand and threw out a human head. His burly figure and messy beard and hair looked like an angry mastiff that wanted to devour anyone.

"Who among you just called me a lowly Buddha slave?"

In front of the splendid temple, a group of monks seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and no one dared to step forward.

They had never seen such a ferocious Fanmin who killed several eminent monks who had already entered the order with their bare hands.

"You, a Buddhist slave, are so courageous. You have fallen into evil ways and do not want to repent. You actually dare to come to this Buddha land to cause trouble and seek death!"

During the confrontation, a loud voice came from deep inside the temple.

Along with it, there was an inexplicable wave that enveloped Dunzhu.

Countless hallucinations instantly filled his mind, seeming to burst his head.

Just when Dundup's consciousness was about to fall into the Buddhist kingdom, a hand suddenly pressed his shoulder.

"Brother, walking alone does not mean you will die. Not everyone can do it by attacking someone across the order."

A crisp cracking sound rang in my ears, and the illusion quickly faded away like a tide.

Dunzhu, who regained consciousness, turned his head in shock and looked at the young man next to him who didn't know when he appeared.

The other party was dressed in a black outfit, with a side face, a high nose, and clear outlines, and he looked very heroic.

"I haven't done anything with anyone for a long time. I'm almost suffocated. I really miss the days when I robbed the rich and gave to the poor."

The man cast his disdainful gaze into the depths of the temple and sneered: "Don't you like to use Buddhism to attract people? Come here, let me play with you."

"careful."

Dunzhu looked at the man rushing out and couldn't help shouting.

"It's okay, it's just a small scene. It's just a Buddhist preface. Killing him is just like playing for Uncle Zhao."

Suddenly, a voice with a childish voice but an old-fashioned tone sounded in Dunzhu's ears.

He looked sideways and his pupils suddenly shrank. A little girl no bigger than a palm with a pair of pigtails on her head was standing on his shoulder.

What made Dunzhu feel even more horrified was that the falling snow points actually passed through the other party's body, as if there was an incorporeal ghost standing on his shoulder.

"You've never seen a projection, right? It's so pitiful."

The little girl put her hands on her hips and said carelessly: "You idiot, don't be afraid, we are not bad people. The person who saved you just now is called Zhao Qingxia, and my name is Li Hua!"

She paused for a moment, puffed out her cheeks, and said solemnly: "It's Li Jun's Li Oh, do you remember?"

The undecided Dunzhu nodded blankly. Before he could fully understand what the other party meant, he was knocked to the ground by the aftermath of the intruding explosion.

boom!

Dunzhu sat in the snow, eyes wide.

The temple in front of him had been engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, and a wild roar burst out from the scattered wreckage.

"Come on, open your mouth and take another shot from me!"

boom!

"Are you all ready?"

The mountains and rivers are in a foreign land, there is continuous snow in the land, and heavy rain pours in Jiangning.

Xie Bi'an nodded towards Yang Baize, "Old ghost from Chaozhou Prefecture in Guangdong, Leopard Wei from Laizhou Prefecture in Shandong, and Qiongqi from Hanyang Prefecture in Huguang have already found people. They just need to wait for Fan Wujiu to deliver the things." Begin."

Xie Bian asked: "You owe so many injectors on credit from various companies. When they come to ask for the debt, how will you pay it back? This is not a small amount."

"Return it? When I asked them to borrow it, I never thought about returning it."

Yang Baize sneered: "Anyway, it's all on credit in the old man's name. If they want to get the money, let them go to Chengdu Mansion by themselves."

"If you don't have the guts to go to Mr. Pei, you can only go to me, Yang Baize."

Yang Baize spread his hands and said with a gangster look on his face: "It doesn't matter whether you have money or your life. Do they still dare to kill me?"

"That's good."

Xie Bian looked at the indifferent Yang Baize, and couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in his heart.

After all, Baihu saw the right person.

But then, he frowned again, his eyes full of worry.

"What are you thinking about? Is there anything else missing?"

Yang Baize noticed the strange look on his face and asked.

"I'm thinking, can this method really help hundreds of households?"

"When it comes to Brother Jun, no one knows what the etiquette of being promoted alone is, except him."

Yang Baize sighed: "But right now, we have no other way. We can't break into Xin'an now."

"Sheji."

Xie Bi'an gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to chew these two words into pieces, and said angrily: "Even if they want to reap the benefits, but they are the living people of this city, can the New Donglin Party just let the country do nothing? , just stand there and act like you’re blind?”

"It only has a base of tens of thousands of people. It doesn't even look down on the third-class clans. Do you think they will care? He didn't order the injectors in each clan to be blocked. In fact, he has already shown us his kindness."

Yang Baize said helplessly: "And now everyone in the New Donglin Party is waiting for the results of Fan Di. Sheji may have grasped this, so he took action at this time."

Hearing this, Xie Bian weakly loosened his clenched fists.

No matter how unwilling he was, he had to admit that there was less and less he could do for Baihu.

After a moment of silence, Xie Bian put away his low mood in time, calmed down, and looked at Yang Baize again.

"Baihu's affairs have to be dealt with, but nothing will happen to you. Now that you have come forward to collect so many injectors, it is tantamount to clarifying the relationship with Baihu. I'm afraid it will not end well later."

"How can I care about so much now?"

Compared to Xie Bi'an's solemnity, Yang Baize looked particularly calm.

"How many years have I been in office, and how many years have I been an official? You can't expect me to do everything, right? If the sky is falling, there will naturally be someone taller to hold it up. The worst I can do is to get scolded a few times. I don't believe anyone can do this. article."

Yang Baize sneered: "Don't worry, these people are all shrewd. If something happens to Brother Jun, it goes without saying. What if Brother Jun not only doesn't die, but is successfully promoted to Preface Three? Then these injectors can It’s the kind of love that can save your life at critical moments!”

“Ru Xu’s position today depends not on his fists, but on his brain!”

"You should have received all the news, right? You don't need me to teach you what to do."

In the dimly lit room, Ghost Wangda looked at Qiongqi and Leopard Tails, who appeared as projections in front of him, with red light flashing in the depths of his mechanical eyes.

"Qianhu, the old man, is gone. Logically speaking, our Jinyiwei in the Japanese area are completely separated. Everyone has gone his own way. But you should all still remember how Su Qianhu took care of us when he was alive. ! We have no chance to repay Qianhu's kindness with our own hands. But everyone knows very well what position Li Jun holds in his heart. After the death of a father, his son will inherit, and this feeling should still be with Li Jun. "

Ghost King Da said in a deep voice: "This sentence is what I said to you two. There is another sentence that I said to your subordinates."

"Tell them, no matter whether they admit that they served as guards in the Japanese area or not, and no matter which family they wear, don't forget who took them out of the Japanese area and who made them live the life they have now. Such a peaceful day!”

"At this time, if anyone dares to betray others, or even steal others, don't blame me, Gui Wangda, for turning against him!"

Chongqing Mansion, above the Golden Tower.

Wang Xie used his fierce eyes to force away the members of the gambling club who were blocking the way, and kicked open the two closed nanmu doors at the end of the corridor.

In the splendid room, He Zangjia sat behind a large desk and looked at Wang Xie with a smile as he walked straight in.

"Wang Baihu, what kind of wind brought you to my little place today?"

Clang.

A sheathed Xiuchun knife was thrown on the table.

Wang Xie Dama Jin Dao sat across from He Zangjia, his eyes unkind.

The opponent was approaching fiercely, but the smile on He Zangjia's face remained unchanged. He glanced at his subordinates who were about to move at the door, then smiled at Wang Xie and said: "Baihu, what do you mean?"

"I'm not in the mood to play tricks on you today, so I'll get straight to the point."

Wang Xie squinted his eyes, pressed his right elbow on the table, and rubbed the handle of the knife with his fingertips: "He Zangjia, have you not forgotten your roots?"

He Zangjia asked: "Where do you start talking about this?"

"You're still acting, you don't really think that I can't touch you if you sit on the big banker of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club, do you?"

"Baihu is joking, even if I, He Zangjia, deserve to die, there must be a crime, right?"

Wang Xie sneered and said: "Okay, let me tell you straight away. Li Jun is in trouble in Xin'an now. Has anyone told you about this?"

"Yes or no, I don't know what it has to do with whether I should die or not?"

Zheng.

As soon as the long sword was unsheathed, a sudden chill filled the room.

"He was very kind to you when he was in Chongqing Mansion. Are you going to repay him by pretending to be stupid?"

"I also remember that Brother Jun stabbed an imperial vassal king to death on the Golden Tower for the sake of Yan Baihu, the former Yan Bahuang."

Wang Xie stared straight into He Zangjia's eyes and drew out another inch of the blade.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"Then what are you waiting for?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Wang Xie spoke first.

"My channel has found a batch of injectors."

He Zangjia had a smile on his bearded lips, stretched out his hand to hold the scabbard on the table, and swallowed an inch of the blade.

"What a coincidence. Ever since Brother Jun left Chongqing Mansion, I have gathered a large number of good seedlings who are capable of martial arts. The only ones that are lacking are the injectors."

Wang Xie also smiled when he heard this, his eyes sharp but not diminished at all: "If you dare to play tricks, I can take over your Sichuan-Chongqing gambling party at any time."

"What a coincidence. If you try to stop me today, I will kill you."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, sheathing their long swords with all their sharp edges.