Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 615: Fires Rising from All Directions
Treasure Village.

The red-walled temple, which used to be always filled with incense and burning candles, has not heard the sound of chanting for a long time.

The eaves were covered with ice, the prayer wheels beside the wall had long been frozen, and the stone pagodas that symbolized pious prayer were scattered all over the ground, completely buried by the heavy snow.

The village with its gates tightly shut seemed dead, yet powerful shouts rose and fell.

In the snow, a group of young aboriginal boys with dark faces were doing boxing in the open space in front of the temple.

"beat!"

Ji Qing, with wrinkled and red cheeks, stood at the front of the team and shouted loudly!

"beat!"

More than a dozen teenagers who were about the same age as him moved in unison as he said, taking a bow stance, straightening their backs, clenching their left fists at their waists, and punching out with their right hands.

Jiqing maintained the posture, half tilting his head, and looked at each person attentively.

The young men all had tense faces, and their half-open foreign robes had already been soaked by the melted snow. When the cold wind blew, the moisture immediately condensed into salt-like frost spots, which kept falling down as they moved.

"Go on, fight!"

Ji Qing twisted his two thick black eyebrows together, and after correcting the actions of several of his companions in a methodical manner, he continued to shout loudly.

The boys performed this set of extremely simple, even boring, boxing moves over and over again many times.

After steam was rising from everyone's body, Ji Qing finally shouted out the word "end".

A group of boys dragged their exhausted bodies and staggered back to the eaves of the temple, then fell to the ground with their limbs spread out, gasping for breath.

As they moved and then stopped, profuse sweat began to flow out from their dilated pores, dripping down the tip of their nose and the back of their hands. When blown by the cold wind, soon their skin cracked into small strips as if they had been cut by a knife.

"Rest for a quarter of an hour, then we'll continue practicing."

Ji Qing had apparently become the leader of this group of young men. Although he was also extremely tired and his face was pale, he still forced himself to sit upright on the steps.

But his nose was a little out of control today, and snot kept flowing, which made Jiqing a little annoyed.

"Did you hear everything?"

The almost harsh order did not lead to any objections or complaints.

At an age when they should be the most combative and unwilling to submit to anyone else, they seemed exceptionally calm, as if the current fatigue and pain were 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 have already mastered them.

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

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

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

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

Upon hearing this, Ji Qing, who was quietly wiping his nose, immediately let go of his sleeve and sat up straight, but the cracked skin on his hands had already left a dark red blood mark on his lips.

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

Ji Qing raised his head and said disdainfully: "Can you understand me if I tell you?"

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

"Sangshan, you are so brave that you even dare to eavesdrop on my sister and brother-in-law talking?!"

Ji Qing glanced at the young man who was speaking, and the latter quickly shook his head, lowered his head and dared not speak again.

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

As he said this, Jiqing raised his calloused fist.

However, those calluses were not on the tip of his fists, but on the fingers. They were the marks left by moving stones, cutting weeds, and herding cattle and sheep.

It was a declaration that could barely be considered passionate, but only a few people dared to respond.

Ji Qing looked around with dissatisfaction, and could clearly see the fear on his companions' faces.

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

The one who spoke was the young man who had asked the question before. At this moment, he looked worried and confused.

"Dad Jia, are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid, but my mother is very afraid."

Jiaba muttered in a low voice: "My mother and Yi had a big fight. Yi didn't want me to learn boxing with you, saying that if I did so, my father would have no chance of reincarnation. But my mother said..."

"say what?"

"She said she could lie to herself, but she didn't want me to be like them and lie to myself for the rest of my life. If I was guilty, she and my father have already paid for it. I am clean, so I should run freely like an antelope."

Jiaba raised his eyes and looked at Jiqing. "Tell me, should I listen to my mother or my brother Yi? When Mr. Chen was here, I didn't dare to ask him. Now I want to ask, but he is gone. Jiqing, has Brother Dunzhu ever taught you who to listen to?"

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

Jiqing's answer caused silence under the eaves of the temple.

Jiqing pursed his lips and thought for a long time before he spoke: "But my sister told me that when I feel tired, painful, or scared while practicing boxing, I should think about the barley, cattle, and sheep that were taken away from my home. And when we were hungry, we had to put the ghee and tsampa on the altar until they were completely rotten and could not be eaten."

“Let me think about the family I’ve never met and my brother-in-law’s village, my sister said, and then I’ll know the answer.”

Ji Qing looked at his companions who were deep in thought, and suddenly realized that the method his sister taught him would be useful to them as well.

This group of young aboriginal men hiding under the eaves looked like a flock of sheep huddled together for warmth.

They are cowardly and fearful now, but the cold wind and snow are shearing off their wool, gradually revealing the patterns and claws of ferocious beasts.

"who!"

Ji Qing, who was standing opposite the village entrance, suddenly jumped up, looking nervous and shouting loudly.

When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and saw the outlines of several figures gradually becoming clear in the heavy snow.

"Could it really be them? What should I do?"

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

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

You must do it yourself!

puff.

The stone hit the snow and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a small hole.

According to Yuan Mingfei's words, Chen Qisheng, who was supposed to be rushing to Xin'an, suddenly appeared here.

He stopped in front of the pit and turned to look at the few thin men with lonely expressions behind him.

"We're here, let's start from here. Your mission is to help them break the lock and advance in the shortest possible time."

Chen Qisheng said in a cold voice: "Whoever disobeys will be killed! Whoever dares to stop me will be killed!"

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

"The same goes for you. If we can get Sangyan Temple to release you, we will be able to kill you. If anyone dares to run away before the task is completed..."

Chen Qisheng's sharp eyes swept across everyone's faces: "No matter where you hide, I can find you and make you live a life worse than death!"

As soon as the words fell, the heavy snow suddenly intensified and the whistling wind was almost piercing.

Not only these lone warriors, but also the group of young aboriginal men standing under the eaves in the distance, all felt something at the same time and looked up at the sky in unison.

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!
One after another, figures fell from the sky, creating a cloud of snow dust a foot high, with spots of light of different colors looming in it.

Unlike these young aboriginal boys who were stunned by the sudden change, these lone martial artists were also fierce figures who were rampant in the various states of the empire before they became prisoners. Naturally, they could recognize that these falling figures were actually suits of black armor!

And what was hovering 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 do their best to save the lives of these people. More martial arts injectors will be delivered one after another. What you have to do is to do everything you can to help them break into Du Xing."

Chen Qisheng said in a deep voice: "When this matter is over, you can all leave on your own."

"grown ups."

The older-looking man suddenly spoke up, "Excuse me, sir, what is your identity? 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 favors."

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

"I am Tianque, Chen Qisheng."

After saying this, Chen Qisheng did not stop, his figure suddenly rose up, rushed straight into the sky, and landed on the back of Kunpeng that was like a sky curtain.

"Brother Chen, where are we going now?"

The Ink Rider Whale lightly flapped its wings, 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 his solemn gaze was looking towards the direction of Nagqu City.

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

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

Dunzhu, covered in blood, raised his hand and threw out a human head. His burly figure and messy hair and beard made him look like an angry mastiff ready to bite someone.

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

In front of the magnificent temple, the monks were as if they were facing a great enemy, and no one dared to step forward. They had never seen such a ferocious tribe, who killed several monks who had already been admitted with their bare hands.

"You are such a bold Buddha slave. You have fallen into evil ways and have no intention of repenting. You even dare to come to my Buddha land to cause trouble. You are courting death!"

During the confrontation, a huge voice came from the depths of the temple.

Along with it, an inexplicable wave swept over, enveloping Dunzhu.

Countless hallucinations instantly filled his mind, as if they were about to burst his head.

Just as Dunzhu’s consciousness was about to fall into the Buddha’s kingdom, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

"Brother, going alone does not mean you are seeking death. Fighting someone across ranks is not something that everyone can do."

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

Dunzhu, who had regained consciousness, turned around in horror and looked at the young man who had appeared beside him without knowing when.

The other person was dressed in black, with a high nose bridge, clear features, and an imposing heroic look.

"I haven't fought with anyone for a long time. I'm almost suffocating. I really miss the days when I robbed the rich and helped the poor."

The man looked into the depths of the temple with a disdainful gaze and sneered, "Don't you like to use the Buddha Kingdom to attract people? Come, I'll play with you."

"careful."

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

"It's okay, it's just a small scene. He's just a Buddhist Order Seven. Uncle Zhao can kill him like a piece of cake."

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

He turned his head to look, and his pupils shrank immediately. A little girl, no bigger than a palm, with a pair of pigtails, was standing on his shoulder.

What made Dunzhu feel even more terrified was that the falling snow actually passed directly through the other person's body, as if there was a disembodied ghost standing on his shoulder.

"You haven't even seen a projection, have you? That's really pitiful."

The little girl put her hands on her hips and said carelessly, "Don't be afraid, silly boy. We are not bad people. The one who saved you just now is Zhao Qingxia, and my name is Li Hua!"

She paused, puffed her cheeks, and said in a serious tone, "It's Li Jun's Li Oh, remember?"

Dunzhu, who was in an uncertain state of mind, nodded blankly. Before he could fully understand what the other party meant, he was knocked to the ground by the sudden aftermath of the explosion.

boom!
Dunzhu sat in the snow with his eyes wide open.

The temple before them had been engulfed in flames. Amid the flying debris, an extremely wild roar rang out.

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

boom!
"Are you all ready?"

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

Xie Bian nodded at Yang Bai Ze, "Old Ghost from Chaozhou Prefecture in Guangdong, Leopard Tail from Laizhou Prefecture in Shandong, Qiongqi from Hanyang Prefecture in Huguang, they have already found their people, and they can start as soon as Fan Wujiu delivers the things. However."

Xie Bian asked, "You owe so many injectors on credit to various powerful families. When they come to you to collect the debt, how will you pay them back? This is not a small amount."

"Repay? When I asked them to borrow it, I never thought about paying it back."

Yang Bai Ze sneered: "Anyway, they are all on credit in the old man's name. If they want to get the money, let them go to Chengdu Prefecture themselves."

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

Yang Bai Ze spread his hands and said with a gangster-like face: "Then I don't have money, but I have my life. Do they dare to kill me?"

"That's good."

Xie Bian looked at Yang Bai Ze who didn't care at all, and a warm feeling rose in his heart.

Bai Hu was not wrong about the person after all.

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

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

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

"I wonder if this method can really help the hundred households?"

"When it comes to Brother Jun, no one knows what the rituals for his promotion are except for himself."

Yang Baize sighed: "But right now, we have no other choice but to do this. Xin'an is not a place we can enter now."

"Sheji."

Xie Bian gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to chew the two words into pieces, and angrily said: "Even if they want to reap the benefits, they are the living people of the city. Can the New Donglin Party just ignore the country and stand aside and act like a blind man?"

"It's just a base of tens of thousands of people. Even the third-class clans don't look down on it. Do you think they care? He didn't order the injection devices in the clans to be blocked. In fact, he has already shown us goodwill."

Yang Bai Ze said helplessly: "And now everyone in the New Donglin Party is waiting for the result of Fandi. Sheji probably grasped this point, so he took action at this time."

Upon 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's silence, Xie Bian quickly put away his depressed mood, calmed himself down, and looked at Yang Bai Ze again.

"The matter of the Hundred Households must be taken care of, but nothing can happen on your side. If you come forward to collect so many injectors now, it will be tantamount to exposing your relationship with the Hundred Households. I'm afraid it will not end well in the end."

"I can't care about so many things now."

Compared to Xie Bian's solemnity, Yang Bai Ze seemed particularly calm.

"I have only been in the order for how many years, and I have only been an official for how many years? You can't expect me to be perfect in everything, right? If the sky falls, there will naturally be taller people to hold it up. The worst that can happen is that I will be scolded a few times, and I don't believe anyone can make a fuss about this."

Yang Bai Ze sneered: "Don't worry, these people are very smart. If Jun brother really gets into trouble, then there is no need to say more. But what if Jun brother not only survives, but successfully advances to the third rank? Then these injectors will be the incense that can save lives at the critical moment!"

"Ruxu's current position is not due to his fists, but his brains!"

"You should have received the message, right? I don't think you need to be taught what to do."

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

"Now that the captain has passed away, our Japanese Jinyiwei should be completely disbanded. Everyone has their own way to go. But you should all still remember how Captain Su took care of us when he was alive! We don't have the chance to repay the captain's kindness in person. But everyone knows what position Li Jun holds in his heart. The son inherits the father's legacy, so this affection should still be on Li Jun."

Ghost King Da said in a deep voice: "I said this to you two. There is another sentence for your subordinates to hear."

"Tell them, no matter whether they admit that they worked as Jinyiwei in the Japanese area or not, and no matter whose skin they are wearing, don't forget who brought them out of the Japanese area, and who allowed them to live the stable life they have now!"

"At this time, if anyone dares to pretend to obey, or even betray me, don't blame me, Ghost King Da, for turning my back on you!"

Chongqing Prefecture, above the Golden Tower.

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

In the magnificent room, He Zangjia sat behind a large desk, smiling as he watched Wang Xie coming in.

"Captain Wang, what brings you to my little place today?"

Clang.

A sheathed embroidered spring knife was thrown on the table.

Wang Xie sat opposite He Zangjia with a golden sword and looked at him unfriendly.

The other party was coming aggressively, but He Zangjia still had a smile on his face. He glanced at his subordinates who were ready to make a move at the door, and then smiled at Wang Xie: "Captain, what do you mean by this?"

"I'm not in the mood to play dumb with you today, so I'll just get straight to the point."

Wang Xie narrowed his eyes, pressed his right elbow on the table, and rubbed the hilt of the knife with his fingertips: "He Zangjia, you haven't forgotten your roots, have you?"

He Zangjia asked back: "Where did this come from?"

"You're still acting. You don't really think that I can't do anything to you just because you're the big banker of the Sichuan and Chongqing gambling club, right?"

"You are joking, Captain. Even if I, He Zangjia, deserve to die, there must be a crime, right?"

Wang Xie laughed coldly, "Okay, then I'll 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.

The long sword was unsheathed an inch, and a sudden chill filled the room.

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

"I also remember that Brother Jun stabbed a prince of the empire to death in the Golden Tower for the former Yan Bahuang Yan Baihu."

Wang Xie stared straight into He Zangjia's eyes, and the sharp blade moved out another inch.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"So what are you waiting for?"

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

"My channels have found a batch of injectors."

A smile played on He Zangjia's bearded lips. He reached out and grasped the scabbard on the table, tightening the blade an inch.

"What a coincidence. Ever since Jun left Chongqing Prefecture, I have gathered a large number of talented people who can take the martial arts path. What I lack is the injector."

Wang Xie also smiled when he heard this, but his eyes were sharp but not diminished at all: "If you dare to play tricks, I can shut down your Sichuan and Chongqing gambling club at any time."

"What a coincidence! If you were to stop me today, I would kill you."

The two men smiled at each other, sheathed their swords, and hid their sharp edges.

(End of this chapter)