I'm not unlucky at all

In the forest, a man with a bloody face was running desperately behind a horse with his hands tied.

His lips were pale, covered with dried dead skin, and a scar running across the bridge of his nose made the man look even more menacing.

"After passing this mountain, we will be back to the mountain gate soon." The young man running at the head of the cavalry said to the senior brothers behind him in high spirits, "ah, when I get back to the division gate, I will take a good bath and sleep on him. Three days and nights!"

"You are so beautiful!" Shen Yao rolled his eyes, then glanced at the miserable man on the ground, rode his horse over to lift the man's jaw with the hilt of his sword, and said with a sneer, "If you know you can't die, don't give it to me here." Let's pretend to be dead, Shen Shiqi, keep running, don't stop."

"Got it."

The boy who was called out whipped the horse, and while the horse neighed, the bound man only stared at Shen Yao with hatred, and was dragged away more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.

With a sneer, Shen Yao lazily ran slowly at the end of the team.

Not long after, Shen Wang rode a horse and appeared from the left side of the forest.

He threw out the water bottle filled with clear spring in his hand, and Shen Yao caught it straight.

After drinking half a pot of water happily, Shen Yao wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and looked at the sky, "Brother, I think we can reach the foot of the mountain gate before dark."

Shen Wang didn't speak, his brows were cold and stern, as if covered with an invisible layer of frost.

Shen Yao was unhappy in his heart, he squeezed the rein in his hand tightly, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed the words back into his stomach the moment he saw the man's cold expression .

A group of people rushed to Wuya Mountain at last overnight.

The disciples of the mountain gate who didn't know any worries happily returned to the mountain gate, and flew to the arms of their respective teachers like swallows returning to their nests, talking about what they saw and heard along the way and fighting for righteousness.

Shen Yao hadn't seen many relatives in the mountain gate for a long time, and he ran to Wuya Mountain Lord with great excitement.

The master of Wuya Mountain stroked his beard in relief, and carefully looked at his little son who was spoiled and raised since childhood.

It seems to be darker and taller.

Among the group of people, Shen Wang was the only one who raised the man who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, nodded silently with Wuya Mountain Master, and strode him to the back mountain dungeon.

The Lord Wuya Mountain watched him leave, a moment of complicated eyes flashed in his eyes, but finally turned into a helpless sigh.

There was not a trace of fire in the dungeon of Wuya Mountain, and a strong smell of blood and decay permeated the entire dungeon.

Stepping on it, the ground felt like it was soaked by something, it was cold and sticky.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect Wuya Mountain, which is a decent place in the martial arts world, to have such a wonderful place." The man with blood on his face said hoarsely. Shen Wang grabbed his hair and pushed him forward on the ground. The thorn cut through his skin, leaving shocking marks on the ground.

"The famous family is decent, but that's it!"

The man didn't seem to be afraid of everything that was about to come, he just laughed and went crazy.

Shen Wang handcuffed him on the interrogation frame, pierced the man's lute with an iron hook, stared at him with a pair of emotionless eyes, and said in an extremely calm voice: "Don't worry, before you explain all his plans clearly, I will won't let you die."

The man looked at Shen Wang's back in astonishment as he turned and left, his laughter stopped abruptly.

"Senior brother!" Shen Yao waited outside the dungeon, watching Shen Wang slowly walk out of the darkness, his pupils narrowed, and looking at the blood on his body, he said, "Is the person alive or dead? He didn't say... Yumian Who is the mastermind behind Lang Jun?"

"Need to wait a few more days." Shen Wang took two steps, missed Shen Yao's body, then stopped and said, "Jade Mianjun is dead, and he is wanted in Jianghu, Shen Yao, you don't need to continue investigating with me."

Shen Yao turned around and ran to him, "Brother, what did you say!"

Shen Wang said: "If you insist on getting involved, I will ask Master to send you to Tianzi Peak."

"Brother!"

Shen Wang lowered his eyes, looked at the young man's still immature face, and said slowly: "Don't follow me."

Shen Yao was so annoyed by his appearance, he pulled out the sword around his waist like crazy, and chopped wildly at the surrounding grass.

Shen Wangwang had long since disappeared.

The depression in his heart lingered for a long time, Shen Yao threw down the sword in his hand and knelt down with his head in his arms.

"Yao'er." Wuya Mountain Lord stood behind him at some point, picked up the long sword he dropped, shook his head and said, "You are still too impulsive."

Shen Yao turned his head, lowered his eyes and called out "Father".

"As a disciple of Wuya Mountain, you should know the clear boundary between the rivers and lakes and the court." Wuyashan Master said, "There are some things that you can't get involved in simply thinking about them."

Shen Yao put his ten fingers on his knees, clenched them tightly, and said with a sneer, "To put it bluntly, you just want to give up on Senior Brother."

Sadness flashed across the eyes of Wuya Mountain Master, and he left with a sigh.

The sky was about to dawn, Shen Wang lay on a branch and watched the moon all night, his spirit seemed to be endless, he would enter the dungeon every day, and come out covered in blood.

On the morning of the seventh day, a hoarse scream came from the dungeon.

Shen Wang walked out of the dungeon with the Jinghong sword in his hand, and after talking with the owner of Wuya Mountain for a whole night, he left the mountain gate in the morning of the eighth day.

When Shen Yao found out, he searched for Shen Wang's traces in Wuya Mountain, and finally, after seeing the tortured skeleton in the dungeon, he found the owner of Wuya Mountain and asked, "Elder brother, where is my elder brother?! "

The Lord of Wuya Mountain looked out of the cliff with his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Naturally, he has returned to the place he should return to."

Shen Yao's eyes widened, he turned around and wanted to run down the mountain.

"Stop him!" Wuya Mountain Lord shouted.

The blue-clothed disciples hiding in the hills appeared one after another.

"Father, what do you mean?" Shen Yao asked through gritted teeth while holding the long sword.

The Lord of Wuya Mountain said in a calm voice: "All Wuya Mountain disciples obey the order. From today on, Shen Wang is no longer my disciple of Wuya Mountain, and the gate of the mountain will be closed. Within three years, no one will come out of the mountain without the order of the Mountain Lord!"

"Yes!"

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Jiangzhou City, Sifang Town.

The grocer, who had put down his burden, covered his heavy padded jacket tightly, shivered violently, rubbed his fingers that were so cold and purple, and exhaled hot air from his mouth.

"Brother, did you just come from Fucheng?" The middle-aged owner of the nearby tea stall sat on the bench holding the heater and greeted the grocery man, "Would you like to come in and have some hot tea?"

The grocer touched the copper plate hidden in his cuff, nodded and agreed.

The owner of the tea stand is a man who can chat. The grocer is holding a hot teacup to keep warm. He sits opposite him and asks boredly: "Brother, you can be regarded as a capable person. It's not so peaceful outside now. It's been a whole winter." , you are the first one to come to our town from Fucheng official road."

There was a smile on the weather-beaten face of the grocer: "It's not just for food."

The owner of the tea stall smiled, but his eyes were a little curious and said: "Brother, you are walking outside, do you know how the situation outside is now? In the early winter, I heard people clamoring for war, and I didn't know whether to fight or not." stand up."

Hearing this, the grocer bowed his head and took a sip of hot tea, his eyes flashed with panic, obviously he was reluctant to mention the situation outside.

Seeing this, the owner of the tea stall grabbed two copper coins and stuffed them into his hands, saying, "Brother, how about it, tell me about the outside world, and I won't charge you for tea, it's not easy for everyone to make a living, isn't it?" ?”

The grocer looked at the copper plate, then at the sincerity on the tea stand owner's face, thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "Now the world is in chaos, the rebel army is about to attack the imperial city."

"Oh?" The owner of the tea stall was so shocked that he almost couldn't hold the stove. "Didn't it mean that the rebel army was only stationed in the south before early winter? How many days have passed, why did they go north? Brother, don't lie to the old man." My brother, the rebel army is going north, our Jiangzhou City must pass through, how could there be no movement at all!"

The grocer shook his head and said, "The rebels didn't go to the capital city of Jiangzhou at all, but took a detour by water."

A gust of cold wind blows in outside the tea stall, making the owner of the tea stall shiver.

The grocer seemed to be warmed by the hot tea in his hand, and he said in a low voice: "I'm afraid you don't believe me, but in this world, only the people in Jiangzhou City can live a peaceful life. The place……"

The scene of corpses lying in the field appeared in his eyes, and the grocer clenched his teacup tightly, unwilling to say more.

The owner of the tea stall felt terrified and didn't dare to listen any more. He just looked at the quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the town and silently recited a few words of Amitabha, Buddha blesses.

The world was in chaos, but Jiangzhou Mansion was left with a moment of peace.

This is not the smoke from the ancestors, what else could it be?

After drinking the hot tea, the grocer picked up his tattered shoulder pole again. Looking closely, he could even see the dark red traces gradually stained with blood under the other's shoulder pole basket.

"Boss, check out."

After the grocer left, a thin young man put two copper coins on the table in the corner of the tea stand sheltered from the wind.

The owner of the tea stall hurried over to collect the money, wiped the wooden table with a sackcloth, and said with a smile, "Sir, did you hear what the grocer said just now?"

The young man's eyebrows were light, he nodded and said: "I probably heard some."

The owner of the tea stall said: "Sir, you just listen to it. The grocery seller travels all over the world, and he has the most powerful words. If you say anything from his mouth, you should only believe three or four points. In today's world It’s a bit of a mess, but it’s not as scary as he said, right? We don’t know what’s going on outside the city, maybe he’s trying to scare people on purpose.”

"maybe."

Seeing the young man get up and leave, the owner of the tea stall raised his voice, "Mr. Song, I'll take care of business next time."

The young man nodded, and quickly turned and walked out of the long street.

"Xiaoxi, is that tea stand owner deceiving himself? Even 030 saw that his hand grasping the sackcloth was shaking like Parkinson's. He was clearly afraid from the bottom of his heart, so he told you not to believe it." 030's voice sounded, "And what the grocer said is true. The world is in chaos. Our Destiny Child has finally won the ultimate judgment given to him by the world consciousness."

"What is the ultimate judgment?" The young man, that is, Song Xing, bought a pound of dim sum from the dim sum shop on East Street, and walked slowly towards the Song Mansion.

030 said: "030 doesn't know, the scale of world consciousness in each world is different, some have high IQ and some have low IQ. If the world consciousness wants to gain the power of Destiny Child at its peak, it must first praise Destiny Child. Go up to the high platform, and then give Destiny's Child a serious injury and take the opportunity to seize and digest the opponent's power. What we don't know now is who the world consciousness affects in this world. This person must be very important to Destiny's Child...that is, because of individuals, we It is also impossible to predict what this person will do under the influence of world consciousness to completely collapse Destiny's Child."

Song Xing listened to the system's explanation all the way, pushed open the painted red door in front of him and said, "That's right."

030 said: "Xiao, for our mission, shouldn't we go to Destiny's child now to warm him up and give him love—you must know that Destiny's child's loneliness value has stayed at 70 for four full months. If this continues, maybe one day the loneliness value will soar to 100, and Destiny's Child will really collapse!"

"is it?"

Song Xing walked to Cui Shi's courtyard, and could hear the laughter of the women and the childish voice of the baby doll coming from the house from a distance.

030 said: "Xiao, aren't you afraid that Destiny's Child will collapse?"

Song Xing pushed open the door, and said "um" very calmly in his mind, and at the same time softly shouted: "Mom, I'm back."

"Ping'er is back?"

Cui Shi lay on the bed, she lost a lot of weight, but she was obviously in good spirits.

She raised her hand and beckoned Song Xing to sit down and said with a smile: "Look at Jin'er, she has learned to call her uncle today."

Song Lianyu hugged Jin'er and coaxed him to talk.

Song Xing looked at Jin'er, the little doll just giggled, and after a while, he let out a few gasps: "Chirp... chirp... chirp chirp!"

Cui Shi and Song Lianyu laughed when they heard the voice, Song Xing directly took Song Jin into her arms, and teased him with a light smile.

The atmosphere of several people in the room was harmonious, until Cui was tired, Song Lianyu fed her medicine slowly, and the two siblings left the room together.

"Lian Ping, there's a letter from Beijing today."

Outside the door, Song Lianyu's relaxed expression turned into an unspeakable dullness.

The cold wind howled in the courtyard, ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Song Xing said: "Qin Jing sent it? Did something happen in Beijing again?"

"Yes." Song Lianyu took out the letter paper that was warmed by her from his arms, and said in a low voice, "Qin Jing said in the letter that the rebel army invaded the imperial city, and I am afraid that it will not be long before this day will change... Also, he He still said in his heart that he saw the leader of the rebel army with his own eyes."

Song Xing didn't speak, just looked at her calmly: "Isn't the leader the Seventh Prince of the dynasty?"

"Yes." Song Lianyu's face was in a daze for a moment, and the corner of his mouth forced a smile, and he said to Song Xing as if he was pretending to be relaxed, "But you must not guess that the leader of the rebel army, the Seventh Prince of the dynasty, will be Forget about it?"