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Chapter 120 Ziwu Valley

Ziwu Valley.

Chencang has the grudge of the overlord of Western Chu, which was to build a plank road openly and to save Chencang secretly.

Ziwu Valley also has a kind of "hate".

"In the past, Zhuge Kongming went out to Qishan six times, but failed to gain any land. At this time, Wei Yan came up with a plan, saying that he would send a surprise army from Ziwu Valley to attack Chang'an!"

An old man, holding a three-foot-long bamboo branch, patted the donkey in front of him and told Wang Huan.

After Wang Huan left Chencang, he rode horseback to the vicinity of Ziwu Valley. He happened to meet the old man driving the donkey cart and chatted with him casually.

The old man looks unattractive and slovenly, but he seems to know a lot of history.

He continued: "What was the result? Zhuge Liang did not follow Wei Yan's plan, but instead focused on stabilizing the army. Later, his disciple Jiang Wei also followed his approach to fight against the Northern Wei Dynasty. Alas, six expeditions from Qishan and nine expeditions to the Central Plains were all in vain! "

There was regret and regret in his tone, as if he was the last pillar general of Shu.

The old man chanted loudly: "Since ancient times, there is no more passion than hatred, no one can bear the hairpin."

The speed and extent of the chaos in Ziwu Valley were much greater than Wang Huan imagined.

The old man said: "How can a wild man from the countryside have such a famous name?"

Wang Huan left such a warning and drove away.

Wang Huan originally planned to take action personally to disrupt Ziwu Valley, but someone took a step ahead of him and cleaned up all the Hatred Gang forces in Ziwu Valley.

Peach blossoms fall in the stream. Although the flowers are intentional, the stream is ruthless.

The old man sat silently in the donkey cart and followed behind, singing songs nonchalantly.

Wang Huan said: "What an eternal regret."

Wang Huan said: "Since we are destined to meet each other, Ziwu Valley will probably be in chaos soon. If my father-in-law does not have martial arts to accompany him, it is best not to go."

At this moment, Jianshui is not only ruthless, but also bloody.

Wang Huan said: "Is this an allusion to Ziwu Valley?"

"But everyone knows that soldiers are ruthless and they still have lingering hatred!"

Wang Huan suddenly asked: "My father-in-law, are you going to Ziwu Valley too?"

Wang Huan said: "Dare you ask my father-in-law's name?"

Wang Huan said: "Why is there always so much hatred in the northwest?"

The old man smiled and said: "This grudge is no less than a secret plot against Chen Cang!"

The old man said: "Yes, if Zhuge Liang had followed Wei Yan's plan and left Ziwu Valley, would another miracle have happened? But no one can tell."

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Ziwu Valley is indeed in chaos.

There are many peach trees in this valley, and a stream of water flows down from the far end.

The old man said: "Exactly."

The Hatred Gang's stronghold in Ziwu Valley is not like Chencang. Instead, it is in a very hidden valley.

There were stains of blood floating on the stream, and occasionally one or two corpses slowly floated away.

Who did this?
Who has taken the first step to uproot the forces of hatred?
The first person Wang Huan thought of was Jing Wuming.

Although Jing Wuming was injured, with his strength, he was still able to carry out assassinations and clear out the stronghold of a hate gang.

But after he looked at the corpse in the stream, he saw the wounds on it, which were different from the wounds of the people killed by the Chen Cang Hatred Gang.

Not only were the wounds of the previous deceased different, but the wounds of the two corpses floating down were also different.

Even with Wang Huan's current eyesight, he couldn't tell which school of swordsmanship was responsible.

"Who could it be? Could it be the two killer brothers? Or did Xue Xiaoren take action himself?"

Wang Huan thinks it's possible.

But he also felt that this was not their style.

The valley breeze is desolate.

It's like spring here all year round, and flowers are in bloom all the time, but now no one can enjoy the beautiful scenery.

The wind blowing makes people shiver.

"The flowers in the forest have faded their spring reds, it's too hasty! Helpless, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening."

"The tears of rouge, the drunkenness of each other, how long will it last again? Oh, it is true that life grows and hates the water forever!" An old man sang the words and drove a donkey cart slowly.

Wang Huan took a closer look and saw that it was the old man he had talked to before.

Wang Huan said: "The old man also comes here?"

The old man smiled and said, "I made an appointment with someone."

Wang Huan said: "Who do you want to make an appointment with?"

The old man smiled and said, "You will know when he comes."

Wang Huan smiled.

He waits.

He really waited.

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Wang Huan and the old man waited for at least six hours.

It was still afternoon when they came, but now they waited until midnight.

Wang Huan has been standing and the old man has been sitting.

Wang Huan stood motionless, as if his acupuncture points were being tapped; while the old man sat, talking and laughing, and singing a song from time to time.

Late at night, the old man suddenly began to sweat on his forehead.

The moonlight this night was not very clear, but it still made big beads of sweat roll on the old man's face.

Every time the old man moved his throat and every time he laughed, he had to shake off several beads of sweat. His singing was like plowing in the fields on a scorching day, very strenuous and strenuous!

Wang Huan still didn't move.

Suddenly, dark clouds covered the moon, the temperature dropped suddenly, and it started raining heavily!

Wow!
The rain poured down.

Wang Huan actually still stood where he was, not even avoiding the rain.

The old man was actually still singing: "The heavy rain brings spring, the slanting wind brings back the water, the red and green fish appear."

By the time he reached the third verse, the sound of rain had drowned out his singing.

But someone actually helped him complete the last two sentences.

"Wanderers cherish the remaining spring every year, and when spring returns, it will attract wanderers."

A man jumped out of a peach blossom forest.

That man's movement was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly in the rainy night!
In just a blink of an eye, he was already there.

The old man took a breath, and then slowly uttered the last sentence: "When both the mandarin ducks are old, the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River are three thousand miles away!"

The man said: "Yes, I came from three thousand miles away and sent mandarin duck killers to explore! What you said is absolutely correct!"

The old man said: "So what if I am right?"

The man said: "You are right, I will applaud you!"

As he spoke, he really clapped his hands and applauded, and even circled around the old man with a smile on his round face.

The old man said coldly: "Who would have thought that the leader of the most mysterious killer organization in the world is such a crazy kid pretending to be crazy?"

Apart from his stature and appearance, that man didn't look like a child, but his behavior was childish: "I never thought that the person who killed the Hatred Gang was actually an old man who sang and talked about songs!"

The old man added: "The world laughs at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at me and the world can't see through it."

The man also said: "I can't see through it, I can't see through it, but I saw through you and opened your pants. There is a birthmark on your left thigh, two scars on your right calf, and three tooth marks on your right arm." ”

Of course the old man's pants were not opened.

Although his pants were completely soaked by the raindrops, it was impossible for anyone to tell whether there was a birthmark inside.

But the old man's expression changed, and suddenly there were more water drops on his forehead.

The man walked between Wang Huan and the old man, looked at Wang Huan and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I would also like to thank this little brother. If he hadn't fought with you patiently first and spent most of your energy, I'm afraid It’s not that easy to kill you tonight!”

The old man scolded: "Can you kill me?"

The man's voice suddenly became sharp: "You think I can't kill you?"

Keng!
A sword came from nowhere and caused countless raindrops!
(End of this chapter)