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When Jiang Lizhou heard the drums beating on the tower, he was startled in his heart. He hurriedly retreated and turned back immediately.

When he went back, he first rushed towards the clairvoyant, almost grabbed the collar of the guarding disciple, and asked anxiously, "How is Huangzhong?"

The disciple said tremblingly: "The city is broken."

Jiang Lizhou couldn't see anything at this time, his heart was trembling, and he just said, "What's the situation now? Tell me."

The disciple choked up and said, "It's all black mist, and now I can't see anything clearly."

Jiang Lizhou struggled to find his voice: "It's all black mist, so how do you know the city is broken? Can't you see everything?"

The disciple's shoulders were also shaking: "About half an hour ago... this black mist is... the demon soldiers set fire to the city."

Jiang Lizhou slowly raised his face from the clairvoyant, his originally light-colored pupils almost faded at this time, and with those blind eyes, he took a slow look at Huangzhong City in the distance. god.

Xu Ling ran over in a hurry and called, "Brother! It's not good! The city gate is about to be knocked open."

Jiang Lizhou came back to his senses, hurriedly put away his messy thoughts, and ordered: "Add more seals to the city gates, and if you can't increase them, set up an array. Can't you keep a gate?"

Xu Ling responded and was about to leave when Jiang Lizhou called him again: "Don't let go of the inner city completely, there are still some things that haven't been clarified."

Xu Ling complied again, looked at him slowly before leaving, and said, "Senior Brother, we are at war here, so is it in Huangzhong..."

Jiang Lizhou's expression moved slightly, and he said, "The city is broken—as expected."

Xu Ling lowered his head, and said, "Brother, even if the city is destroyed, it won't mean that there is no life at all."

The ending of his last few words was drowned in the sound of gunfire, Jiang Lizhou was a little annoyed, so he didn't answer him, only waved his hand and urged: "Go quickly."

Jiang Lizhou's side face was blushed by the flames, he thought, so what if there is a way out, will they choose?

Probably these demon soldiers were dispatched, and immediately attacked Chengzhou after Huangzhong City was broken, without even leaving room to breathe, they bombarded indiscriminately for a whole night.

After a night of fighting, An Ning's skin was instantly torn to pieces. Fortunately, Chengzhou was much stronger than Huangzhong in all aspects, and the casualties were still within controllable range.

They discussed for a long time, and felt that even the tug-of-war with the most consumption could last for more than a month. Visually, the number of demon soldiers was at least twice as large as theirs. Now that Chengzhou City was surrounded by groups, it was impossible to ask for help. Now, they are always used to suppress by numbers, and there seems to be no other way except hard resistance.

Recently, Tianjiang Lizhou has been entangled, and suddenly remembered that Lin Qinghe had been in southern Xinjiang for less than half a month, and the last letter he wrote to him has not received a response so far. He hasn't figured out what happened in Xinjiang yet, so he can't feel at ease.

He was anxious at both ends of his heart, and he really couldn't sleep at night. After maintaining this state for a few days, Shi Yun showed him the account book and couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother, don't be so worried, your eyes are turning blue."

Jiang Lizhou rubbed his eyes: "Really?"

Fortune nodded: "Aren't we in a good situation now? It seems that we are in the upper hand. Don't worry too much, we are not afraid, and you don't have to worry about us."

Jiang Lizhou laughed: "I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about my lord—I don't know if he's safe now, if he's eating enough, if he's sleeping well."

Fortune took a deep breath, turned around and left.

Jiang Lizhou called him again: "Why are you leaving? I didn't read the account book."

Shi Yun turned back with an aggrieved expression of "why should I be so mean?" Jiang Lizhou looked at him and said, "Tell me, what can be spread now. I haven't heard from him for a long time. I'm dying of anxiety."

Shi Yun took a look outside the city wall: "They've been besieging us for several days, and the letter will definitely not be passed on. My lord's hands and eyes are open to the sky, and nothing will happen."

Jiang Lizhou sighed: "But I miss him a lot."

Fortune looked indifferent: "Brother, look at this, I have counted the quantity here, and I asked the other three disciples to keep a ledger with me, because the consumption of various materials has been high recently, we will check it once every three days, It won't go wrong."

Jiang Lizhou nodded: "I'm very relieved about your account—how long can our things last at most?"

Fortune's expression was serious: "I calculate according to the most economical, and I can last for two months."

Jiang Lizhou raised his eyebrows: "It's much more than I imagined."

Shi Yun said: "Indeed, there are many, but there is no guarantee that there will be no emergencies. This is not counted, and there is-"

He paused, and said: "We can guess how long those demon soldiers can last. During the last discussion, didn't they say that it is possible to defeat them in one fell swoop?"

Jiang Lizhou shook his head: "That's just talk on paper. We basically rely on visual inspection of their situation, so we can't take this risk."

Fortune's expression darkened: "That's right."

Jiang Lizhou patted him on the shoulder: "The revenge will definitely be avenged, and none of the damned ones can escape."

Fortune showed some sadness, and his tone weakened: "Brother, I have been buried in these accounts these days, but sometimes I still think about the past, so I can't tell which one is a dream..."

He suddenly choked his throat: "When it's over, even if you win, you can never go back. Mingzhushan is not the same Mingzhushan. There will be countless and different us in the future. Remember who died in what year and where..."

Jiang Lizhou raised his hand and knocked him on the head: "Will you forget? You won't, but what do you remember? Is it the bloody war or the living little brother?"

Jiang Lizhou sighed, and his voice suddenly became very distant: "He has been very timid since he was a child, and it's hard for him to be bold once. Don't let him feel cold."

The tears that Shi Yun had held back for a long time suddenly burst, and he hung his head and cried for a long time. Jiang Lizhou just patted him on the shoulder again and said, "If there is no news, it is still good news. The battle is over, and we have already paid such a heavy price." The price, isn’t that enough of a reason for you to persevere to the end?”

Fortune sobbed and wiped away tears, shaking and nodding.

Jiang Lizhou said in a low voice: "You are still young, it is not easy to do this."

Shi Yun raised his face to look at him, hiccupped, and said inexplicably: "You are not a few years older than us, how do you talk... old-fashioned."

Jiang Lizhou waved his hand and was about to knock him again: "Who are you talking about being old? You don't understand if you tell me, go fuck off, go eat your meal, if you go late, you will be robbed by those wolf cubs."

Ever since Lin Qinghe heard these contradictory stories in southern Xinjiang, he had to investigate clearly. First, he wandered around the Zuoqiu mansion for several days. Before he found out what happened, he heard about the siege of Chengzhou.

Lin Qinghe was no longer interested in Zuoqiu's family affairs, and was about to go back immediately. It must have been a troubled time. The others hadn't left yet, but Nan Jiang had sealed himself up. He hadn't figured out what was going on yet, and even put himself in it.

Zuo Qiuqu came to see him, with a sad face on his face: "My lord, don't blame me, I don't know who has tampered with the poisonous miasma forest on the border, and even brought the whole southern border into chaos. I'm afraid I can't send you out of that forest now—" —Don’t talk about you, none of us can get close.”

Lin Qinghe followed her out and asked, "What's the matter? Why is there a riot all of a sudden?"

Zuoqiu Qu looked gloomy: "Zuoqiu's roots are deep-rooted, no one dares to touch us, I'm afraid some bad things have mixed in."

Lin Qinghe inexplicably felt that these words were strange, and couldn't help but look at himself. Zuoqiu Qu came to his senses and explained again: "I'm not talking about you, my lord is a guest from Nanjiang, how could we doubt you .”

Lin Qinghe smiled: "The suzerain doesn't need to take it to heart—speaking of which, when I came, the suzerain said that he was investigating the source of the Gu art in the pass. Is there any result?"

Zuoqiu frowned: "Probably our people in southern Xinjiang have colluded with the Yaozu, otherwise I really can't think of other possibilities."

Lin Qinghe looked at the Tongyan suzerain, and always felt that something was wrong, Zuoqiu Qu went on to say: "If it is true that our people in southern Xinjiang did something wrong, we should apologize, but we haven't found out yet. Please don't worry too much, my lord."

Lin Qinghe sighed: "How can you not be in a hurry—Sect Master, is there something in your place that can send letters or pass a message without anyone noticing it?"

Zuoqiu Qu thought for a while and asked him: "Is there anything important you want to order?"

Lin Qinghe looked into the distance: "It's not something important, but he should be in a hurry to report safety to important people."

Zuoqiu smiled knowingly: "My lord, wait a moment, there should be a solution."

Lin Qinghe smiled: "That would be the best, but—the place is surrounded by water, so it must be hidden from people's eyes and ears, so as not to be robbed."

Zuoqiu Qu nodded: "Don't worry, I don't have anything else in Southern Border. There are still such delicate things."

As expected, Nanjiang is still Nanjiang. Zuoqiu Qu gave him a Gu butterfly, which is almost transparent when flying, completely undetectable, and even better than the sound transmission bird, only when the designated recipient touches it. It will be fully visible, and it can also transmit sound and image.

Lin Qinghe was overjoyed for a while, then suddenly began to think, and asked: "Then it can't fly until next year?"

Zuoqiu Qu said: "Don't worry, it takes at most two days to fly from here to the pass, don't underestimate our Gu skills."

Lin Qinghe smiled: "I'm ignorant, thank you."

In fact, Lin Qinghe didn't trust the head of the family in southern Xinjiang very much, and always felt that she was hiding something, but now, there is no other way but to trust her to use this thing to spread a message.

These days, he also scratched his head and wanted to go back, but he always felt that something important might be involved in the past of Zuoqiu's family, so he stayed.

It's not that he didn't find any clues at all, it's just that such a thing happened just after drawing a lead, which made Lin Qinghe's suspicions deepen.