Chapter 10 second quarter
Meng Zhen got up very early that day.After eating a light breakfast, he took a hot bath with floating flower petals.Then his wife Xie E carefully combed his hair and trimmed his beard neatly.
Meng Zhen put on the emerald green brocade robe that he had made a month ago, and Xie E adjusted the collar and belt for him.
The two of them remained silent, and the room that originally belonged to Rong Xiaoshan was peaceful.When he moved into "Fengxiangfang Branch" half a year ago, Meng Zhen had already removed all the luxurious decorations in the room and replaced them with elegant furnishings, which he knew his wife liked.
He looked down at Xie E who was much shorter than him.He was very grateful to the woman who bore him three children, but he never knew how to say it.From the moment they got married, she knew exactly what was going on: they were not lovers, but husband and wife.She accepted this fate, and fulfilled all the duties of a wife to the point of perfection.
When Mengzhen took Tiewa back, Xie E didn't say a word, she was very clear about her husband's past with Tiewa.She even felt from the bottom of her heart that the woman who made her Mengzhen's wife was a bit pitiful, so she was very polite every time she met Tiewa, and even bought a batch of clothes and supplies for her.
On the contrary, Mengzhen, who was a little guilty, made a promise to Xie E: "She will never replace you." And placed Tiewa in the farthest room.
"You don't look very good today." Meng Zhen said while holding Xie E's hand.
"No." Xie E shrugged calmly.After all, after getting along for so many years, Meng Zhen certainly heard that it was a lie.
"There's nothing to worry about." Meng Zhen stroked his wife's hair. "Today is just a ceremony. The danger is long gone."
"You're right." This is what she said most often in front of her husband. "I can't think of anything, you have encountered anything that you can't handle."
Xie E didn't talk much, but every time it made Mengzhen more confident.He caressed her face silently, compared to the beautiful Tie Wa, her appearance was indeed very ordinary, but it made Meng Zhen feel relaxed.
After getting back the Tiewa whom he had been thinking about day and night, Mengzhen unexpectedly discovered that they had been separated from each other for more than eight years, and the passion in their youth had faded a lot, and they were even a little strange; I like her more than I imagined, she has become an inseparable flesh and blood in his life.
Meng Zhen looked at the sky outside the window, it was almost time for Mao Gonglei to pick him up.
"For tonight's banquet, I will try to drink as little as possible." Meng Zhen pressed Xie E's palm. "I'll be back as soon as the banquet is over, wait for me."
If "Feng Yilong" was not closely related to the imperial court, such a scene would never be allowed to appear in the capital: with the "Feng Yilong Head Office" as the center, there were nearly 2,000 people who came to watch the ceremony.In addition to the shopkeepers and accompanying subordinates of the branches in various places, there are also wealthy merchants in the capital and officials directly related to the private salt business of "Feng Yilong". The magnificent "Fengxiangfang Branch" was originally more suitable for hosting this grand ceremony, but Han Liang insisted that it still be held in Jiuweifang.The implication of this decision is self-evident: such a comprehensive change of the central government of "Fengyilong" requires a historically significant founding holy place like the head office of "Jiuweifang" to strengthen the authority image of the new leadership in people's minds. "Feng Yilong" has already booked all the restaurants and bars around the five streets around the head office, but it is still not enough to entertain all the guests watching the ceremony.Zhang Shuai and Meng Zhen sent a total of 200 concierge subordinates to temporarily gather a large number of tables and chairs from other places in the capital, arrange them in the streets and alleys of Jiuweifang for the guests to rest, and distribute food and drinks back and forth. All turned into places for open-air banquets. "It would be great if we could find more women." A branch manager, his mouth full of greasy after eating, and his face flushed from drinking, knocked on the bowl with his chopsticks and said proudly, and the brothers nearby also burst into laughter. Before noon was auspicious, there were quite a few half-drunk guys like him.There were also members of the same sect who had a rift in the gang reunited at this ceremony, and they inevitably quarreled, but luckily they were suppressed by others, and it didn't really turn into a conflict. The white scarves that were originally wrapped around everyone's arms were also taken off and burned when they entered Jiuweifang-today is a good day for the new boss, so it is impossible to still wear this unlucky thing.But there are also many gang members who have been promoted or favored by Rong Yushan and Pang Wenying in the past, and they still have serious expressions on their faces. Anecdotes and anecdotes. "I'm not dissatisfied with Zhang Shuai being the boss." One of them lowered his voice, "But it would be great if Erye Pang would be the boss..." "Pang Jijiu is too old even if he is still alive, right? How many more years can he work? It would be a good thing to find someone younger, and you don't have to worry about it for the next ten or eight years..." "Ten years, eight years?" The man from before snorted coldly. "Who knows what's going on in Jianghu?..." Everyone on the street looked in the direction of "Feng Yilong Head Office" from time to time.However, with the winding streets and alleys and heavy buildings, it was impossible to see that tiny building. Today, there are less than fifty people who can really enter the head office to observe the ceremony.Of course, representatives of He Taiji and Lun Xiao were included: Taishi He sent Xiao Xian; Eunuch Lun attended as a representative of a third-rank official from the Ministry of Rites who had been in his "pocket" many years ago.In addition, the guests who can enter the head office also include the five most powerful businessmen in the capital, three senior officials of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the "supervisor" of the thirteen "salt roads" of "Feng Yilong"...and other important figures. The streets around the head office are covered with snowflakes of paper money.At the street corner outside the main entrance stood a large copper stove carved in the shape of tigers and leopards, densely filled with burning incense candles, and the smoke rose into the clear sky. Since Zhang Shuai was appointed by Han Liang, he has been staying in the "Jiuweifang Head Office" for a long time.Today he had already put on his formal attire and was waiting in Xingzi's main hall. Today, the two old servants of the head office are wearing strange costumes that are neither monks nor Taoist, holding copper knives and rattles with auspicious animal patterns in their hands, presiding over the traditional gang rituals in front of the Xingzi gate, half singing and half chanting prayers Accompanied by the sound of the bell, it seems to be calling all the spirits who have sacrificed for the great cause of "Toyoshi Takashi" for more than 40 years. There was a booing sound from the streets and alleys far east of the head office, and even those who couldn't see it with their own eyes knew what it was. Meng Zhen and Mao Gonglei entered Jiuweifang. The "Feng Yilong" men on both sides of the street cheered excitedly at the two new Jijiu passing by.The atmosphere was so warm, half of it was caused by the effect of alcohol; the other half was caused by the subordinates sent by Meng Zhen in advance, who mixed in the crowd and took the lead in calling. It is not Meng and Mao who are leading the team, but two specially selected strong subordinates.The two wore the same black clothes, with cloth scarves covering their heads, and each held a weapon: on the left was a short broad-bladed machete in an old sheepskin sheath with the handle carved into the head of an antelope; It is a weird weapon without a sheath, half like a saw and half like a machete. It is thick and matte metal with wavy natural markings.The two strong men held their weapons in a very respectful posture, and walked forward with steady steps. Only the "Feng Yilong" veterans who were born in the capital recognized them: they were the favorite weapons used by Meng Jun and Mao Dan, the "three sacrificial wines" back then. ——Just as Zhang Shuai insisted on using the "Jiuweifang Head Office" to hold the grand ceremony, Meng Zhen also wanted to use this grand event to strengthen the legitimacy of his succession.Being a descendant of the hero "Feng Yilong" is a great asset for him and Mao Gonglei. Riding on a fine steed, Meng Zhen straightened his body in the emerald green dress, making him look taller and taller in the eyes of the roadside gangsters.Meng Zhen deeply knows that his extraordinary appearance is also another big capital for him to hold power. Mao Gonglei, who rode alongside him on horseback, was obviously much more relaxed, occasionally smiling and waving to some of his subordinates he knew on the street.Although he is on the same level as Meng Zhen in name, everyone in the gang knows that he is Meng Zhen's brother-in-law, not the protagonist of today's succession ceremony. Compared with Mengzhen, Mao Gonglei often worked with the lower levels of "Feng Yilong" in person, and went to other places from time to time to deal with disputes over salt transportation. Therefore, the cheers he received on the street were even warmer than Mengzhen's.What's more, he has only recently quelled the rebellion of several branches in the frontier area, and his popularity among the low-level subordinates of "Feng Yilong" has risen again-men of the underworld, of course, tend to worship simple force. Behind the two horses were 20 to 30 subordinates, some of whom were holding high a huge black lacquered gold "Feng" banner. The crowd on the street gradually followed Mengzhen's team, and after a while the team became two to three hundred people, and the number continued to increase.The closer it was to the head office, the more difficult it was for the team to move forward. However, the gang members of "Feng Yilong" who had already entered a state of excitement still swarmed up. Among them were Ma Hong, who was holding his father's ashes tightly, and the four envoys of the Luomeng tribe who were all covered.They squeezed their way through the crowd, trying to get as close as possible to where Mengzhen was. Some veterans of "Feng Yilong" originally came to attend the ceremony with the mood of watching indifferently, but seeing such a scene, their hearts became warm, and they couldn't help thinking back to the glorious days back then. "At that time... Boss Han set up a 'six cups of sacrificial wine'. Although it was not as lively as it is now, I felt the same as these young men..." "Well, I came in too late, it's a pity I didn't see it with my own eyes... Pang Jijiu back then was really a hero... He even patted me on the shoulder..." "However, I think Mao Jijiu's son is not bad, he has a bit of old Pang demeanor!" The atmosphere in the streets and alleys of Jiuweifang was extremely high, and the crowds who kept approaching Mengzhen were almost out of control. Fortunately, the team finally arrived at the main entrance of "Feng Yilong" head office. The guards standing outside the head office blocked all the gang members who came along with them.Meng Zhen got off the horse with Mao Gonglei, took the incense from his subordinates, bowed to the sky and the ground three times respectively, then returned the incense to his subordinates, and inserted it into the copper furnace. The two took their father's weapons again, raised their heads high and knelt down, reciting prayers in their mouths, but the content was completely covered by the hustle and bustle of voices. Mahon and the four envoys have already reached the front of the periphery.The guard in charge of driving looked at these strangely dressed guys and immediately became suspicious. "I am the treasurer Ma of the 'Galamu Branch'." Mahon held up the white stone urn. "Bring the bones of my late father to see this grand ceremony." "Where are they?" The guard pointed to the four envoys of the Ramon tribe.Mahone didn't answer. He closed his eyes, bit his lower lip, and made up his mind. With both hands, the jar was thrown violently to the ground. White dust fluttered upwards and in all directions.The guards squinted their eyes and backed away, not knowing what happened for a moment. They fell in the white mist in an instant. Four tall and strong Romongs ran across the line of defense at full speed, and ran towards the main entrance of the head office under the cover of white mist.The coarse linen robes of all four were stained with the blood of the fallen.The blade is still hidden under the robe. Mao Gonglei was the first to notice the difference.Kneeling, he jumped up and turned around nimbly, and saw four people rushing out from the white mist. ——One of them is the sickle head? Mao Gonglei held the saw blade in both hands, howled and went up to him. All four showed bloody machetes from under their robes. For a while, Mao Gonglei couldn't tell which one was the sickle head. He swung the saw blade behind his shoulder and drew his bow, ready to cut all four of them down with a single blow! The originally boiling cheers in the streets and alleys turned into cursing and screaming. Meng Zhen had already stood up, with his hand on the handle of his father's scimitar.He remained calm and stood where he was, thousands of eyes were watching him, and he must not show the slightest sign of shrinking. But at the same time, he looked at Mao Gonglei's back with concern. He had absolute confidence in his brother's combat power. ——But if the assassin is a scythe... The guards and helpers also rushed to rescue. The distance between Mao Gonglei and the four of them was less than ten feet—— Mao Gonglei suddenly made a quick stop, and immediately turned around and ran back to Meng Zhen's side! Mao Gonglei, who had fought Lian Shou with all his strength, had already judged from the opponent's running posture and fighting posture in the short moment just now: ——None of the four are scythes! ——They are trying to lure me away from my brother! Mao Gonglei would rather sell his back to those four fierce enemies than turn back at full speed. The senses of the whole body are raised to the peak. Among the noisy voices, he heard a strange voice: The sound of breaking wind came from above and below. Mao Gonglei swung his saw blade to the void above with both hands.It is not by eyes, but by ears and instinctive calculations. Metal chimes like bells. Mao Gonglei felt the power of the flying object transmit from the handle to his arms and body, as if his internal organs were numb from the shock, and the saw blade swung away due to the recoil. Very familiar tyrannical force. The flying object deviated slightly from the route due to the blockage of the saw blade, just crossed the side of Mengzhen's face, and went straight to the ground behind him. It is a huge arrow as thick as the mouth of a wine glass, as long as an arm, and made of steel. The arrow has been buried deep in the soil and cannot be seen, but the shaft of the arrow can be seen to be full of thorny barbs. The four Luomeng warriors still didn't stop, they raised their sabers and rushed towards Mao Gonglei's back. Mao Gonglei's fighting instinct had reached its peak, he took advantage of the repulsive force from the attack with the strong arrow just now, and took advantage of the situation to slash the saw blade backwards horizontally, without turning his head back. A wave of blood swept across behind him. But Mao Gonglei didn't care whether the slash hit or not, he threw away the saw blade, Qian Yue hugged Meng Zhen's body, and rolled on the ground several times. "Go in!" Kneeling halfway, Mao Gonglei lifted Meng Zhen to a standing position with strange force, and pushed him towards the main entrance of the head office.Meng Zhen could no longer worry about his image, so he followed the force of the push and rushed to the door. Mao Gonglei also stood up, followed behind his brother-in-law, but he was facing the opposite direction, running backwards, preparing for the next arrow. He no longer has a weapon in his hand, if he shoots the same huge arrow, it will be difficult to block it with his bare hands. However, he reckoned that even with the strange power of the scythe, it would be impossible to shoot a second such powerful arrow before Mengzhen entered the door. Sure enough, only ordinary arrows were shot this time.Even though he aimed at Mengzhen's back accurately, he was shot down by Mao Gonglei's ape-like palm. With some preparations this time, Mao Gonglei could already see where the arrows came from. He stretched out his halberd and pointed towards the top of a three-story building on the east side, and all the angry eyes of "Toyoshi Takashi" looked in the direction of the finger. Meng Zhen has already rushed into the "Feng Yilong Head Office".Mao Gonglei saw it out of the corner of his eye, and he was relieved. —and then it was time to bring out the assassin. The crowd began to rush towards the building.The guards in charge of guarding the head office first went to nearby houses to pick up the weapons that had been stored in advance—after all, it was a grand ceremony, and they did not carry murder weapons with them. Only now did Mao Gonglei have time to look around: the four Romance warriors were all lying in a pool of blood, three were motionless, and only one was still wriggling.Even Mao Gonglei himself was a little surprised that the knife he cut out purely by instinct just now hit so accurately. As for Ma Hong, who was covered in white ash, he was beaten to death by the "Feng Yilong" crowd long ago, and was being trampled to the ground by two guards. Mao Gonglei ran over, waved the two guards away, leaned over and grabbed Ma Hong's lapel.Mao Gonglei didn't know Ma Hong, but he knew that his father, Ma Guangqian, was an old courtier who joined the gang during the first generation boss Han Dong's time.Mao Gonglei was very surprised that such a loyal family would do such a rebellious act. "Why?" Mao Gonglei asked while shaking Ma Hong's body. Mahone was on the verge of losing consciousness, but he still had a proud smile on his face. Now is not the time to delve into this.Mao Gonglei let go of Ma Hong and started running again, but instead of going to the building, he arrived at a hut on the west side of the head office. Mao Gonglei pushed open the front door of the house, and the inside was filled with a hot and masculine breath. "It's your turn to play." The building where the assassin was located was quickly surrounded by crowds, but no one dared to attack first. Although this is a good opportunity to make meritorious deeds in front of the leaders of the capital, one does not know what a formidable enemy is hidden inside—the powerful arrow just now was really frightening, and the people who came to watch the ceremony did not have weapons in their hands, so they did not know that there was one. How sure. What's more, these shopkeepers from various branches have been sheltered under the banner of "Feng Yilong" for many years, and have long enjoyed power and rich income. It is foolish to take risks rashly for the struggle of the underworld in the capital. The guards with weapons arrived at this time, kicked open the front door of the house without waiting for Mao Gonglei's order, and rushed inside.The onlookers watched nervously with bated breath, but the whole scene became silent instead. Shouts came from the building, followed by the sound of fierce fighting, the sound of smashing objects, successive screams, and the sound of knives and bodies falling from heights to the ground.More screams, the sound of rapid running on the wooden ladder, the sound of cracking, angry shouting, desperate pleas for help, more smashing sounds, the sound of wooden stairs collapsing, more sounds of bodies falling to the ground, tragic Call…… From a window on the top floor of the third floor, a figure suddenly appeared, and everyone around looked up. Holding a weapon that looked like a stick, the figure suddenly jumped down from the third floor.The crowd uttered an exclamation at the same time, and the people under the windows backed away. The figure was half-kneeling on the ground, and a wave of dust rose around its body. After the dust and mist fell, the crowd saw who the person who had landed on the ground was. "It's him!" More than a dozen people panickedly pointed at the surrounded scythe—the branch of "Feng Yilong" who had traveled around the states twice. Many people present have not forgotten this majestic and strange man. "Isn't he one of us?" Those who knew Lian Shou couldn't figure it out for a moment.They don't know much about the detailed situation of the capital in recent years. They only heard that the boss of Lian Shou is a guy surnamed Yu, who rose up in the gang very quickly, but was suddenly expelled last year... But when I think about it, since Pang Wenying and Rong Yushan both died so suddenly within a few years, it is not surprising that such civil strife happened... Lian Shou stood up with a wooden stick, and calmly looked at the thick crowds blocking the front and back of the street, but he was still thinking about the arrow just now. ——Just a little bit… His long hair was disheveled by the fierce fighting in the building just now, and the strands of hair stuck to his sweaty cheeks. In the building where the fierce battle broke out just now, several guards who survived by chance came out from the main entrance one after another.One of them had a sunken mark on the side of his head, and he crawled out with all four limbs with great difficulty. Blood dripped from the seven holes on his face, and he was clearly unconscious; The skin was swollen into purple and black, and each one was moaning in pain. The gang members who saw it were all dumbfounded, and imagined that the situation in the building must be even more miserable.Such a scene is not like a fight, but a natural disaster. The guards who did not accompany them into the building couldn't help but secretly rejoice in their hearts.Now the assassin was standing in broad daylight, but they held their knives in their hands, no one knew how to attack, and they stood far away among the gang for a moment. Lian Shou stood in the middle of the street, holding the heavy wooden stick, but he still hadn't decided how to kill him. One person and a thousand people are facing each other like this. The crowd on one side suddenly separated to the two sides, leaving a passage. It was Mao Gonglei.Already holding that weird black stick he loves to use in his hand, he led thirteen people across the sea of people. Twelve of them, headed by Sun Kegang, are all strong stonemasons of the "Yu Fang Hao".The weapons they held were not hammers, but twelve large shields with the same shape. The whole body was made of fine steel, all of them were as wide as their body, as long as they were, and two inches thick. Each of them probably weighed sixty to seventy catties. The last person is Tong Bayun.He didn't bring the hooked machete, but he had double the throwing knives on his body, with thirty or forty of them stuck in the leather sheaths around his waist and thighs. They came out in a row and didn't stop until they were ten steps away from the sickle head.At this time, Sun Kegang and his eleven companions lined up the shields to form an iron wall.They gripped the leather handles behind the shields, and began to step forward at a pre-rehearsed speed, pressing towards the scythe. Lian Shou didn't expect to encounter such a strange formation, and stood there in shock for a moment. ——They have already prepared a way to deal with me... Taking advantage of the distance, Sickle quickly stepped to the left, trying to get around the flanks of the shield formation—he could see that the slow movement of this formation was its biggest shortcoming. But when he was about to pass the shield on the outermost edge, two flying knives whizzed and flew towards him, blocking the path of the scythe head.It was Tong Bayun who was hiding behind the shield formation, and he held four throwing knives between his fingers. Scythe avoided the two swords with a slow step, and he could have charged forward again, but he caught a glimpse of Mao Gonglei raising his black stick, and was already standing behind the shield to meet him.Sickle stopped his pace.He had faced Mao Gonglei's stick, even if he could catch it, Tong Bayun's throwing knife would definitely strike at him, and he would no longer be sure to dodge it. Lian Shou knew that even if he went around to the other side, Mao and Tong would block it in the same way; of course he had the ability to jump over the shield from above, but he was in mid-air, so he was more likely to be a target for black sticks and throwing knives... While Scythe was thinking about how to fight, the shield formation approached several more steps.He started backing away, fighting for more room to walk. ——This is the first time Sickle has retreated in battle. He gradually backed away from the crowd at the back of the street, and it was even more ominous to be so hostile.Instead, he retreated back to the left, behind a brick house wall. Sun Kegang and the other twelve people saw the movement of the sickle head through the gaps in the shields, and shifted the direction of the formation accordingly, always facing the sickle head with the front of the shield formation. After a while, the scythe was forced back almost to the wall, and the shield array had reached less than seven steps in front of him.Mao Gonglei in the rear shouted: "Change!" The shield formation gradually changed from a straight line to an arc, enclosing both sides of the scythe more closely. Sickle, who had nowhere to go, showed an angry expression.He picked up his wooden stick and swung it violently towards the shield formation. Wood and steel made a solid clash.Although the stonemason who received the attack counteracted the lethality of the heavy wooden staff with his thick shield, the extraordinary brute force of the scythe still made him take half a step back, and the shield cracked. Opened a gap. A ray of silver light pierced through the gap. The sickle turned halfway to dodge, and a flying knife was deeply nailed into the left shoulder. The stonemason breathed a sigh of relief, and held the shield again to make up for it. The gap in the shield formation disappeared. Tong Bayun behind the battle was extremely excited, after all, he was the first person in the capital to make the "Three Eyes" bleed. ——The blood debt of the brothers in Guicifang, you can pay it back today! The back of the scythe was finally touching the wall.The shield array has turned into a semicircle, and the flanks on both sides touch the wall at the same time, like half an iron bucket enclosing the sickle in the center of the circle. Mao Gonglei's legs were spread wide, and his body sat in a horse riding stance.Tong Bayun immediately stepped on his thigh, shouted and jumped up, his body was higher than the shield formation, he swung his hands simultaneously, and the four throwing knives sniped at different parts of the scythe from above! The sickle head didn't have much room to dodge, so it could only swing the wooden staff, and shot down two of the throwing knives. The other shot at the side of the head and face and just avoided it, but the last throwing knife was nailed into the left thigh. Tong Bayun sneered after landing on the ground: "It's easier than shooting a target." His hands didn't stop, and he drew out three more throwing knives. The two places where the sickle was hit by the knife were bleeding profusely, and the whole body was bathed in sweat.He swung his staff again to hit the shield formation in front of him, but now the big man of "Yufang" had stood still, and firmly stood the heavy shield on the ground. Under the impact of the wooden staff, the shield formation was only slightly shaken. "I really wanted you to surrender." Mao Gonglei said coldly.He tried his best to keep an expressionless face, but there was still a little sadness between his brows. "But this is the order of the elder brother, you die today." Another guard of "Feng Yilong" appeared in a row at this time.Half of them carried bows and arrows, and one had a barbed trap. The sickle's head was like a wounded beast caught in a trap, its breathing became heavy, but its pupils were still shining. He was suddenly laughing. "My foster brother said something." Lian Shou's calm voice surprised Mao Gonglei. "He said: 'The person who can kill Wu Ge has not yet been born.'" Scythe then suddenly let out a roar. Thousands of people present felt shocked. The sickle turned half a circle sharply, holding the wooden staff with both hands and counterattacking, blasting a hole in the brick wall behind him! Hearing the explosive sound, Mao Gonglei immediately shouted: "Stay away!" The twelve big men of "Yufang" immediately spread their shields, and Mao Gonglei saw the sickle head rushing into the cave in time. More than a dozen "Feng Yilong" archers rushed forward, nodding their arrows and drawing their bows to shoot into the hole in the wall. Tong Bayun also threw knives into the hole one after another at the same time. The sword and arrow flew over the dust and smoke into the dark cave, but there was no sound of hitting the flesh. Mao Gonglei ran forward angrily, shouting at the same time: "Everyone, don't follow!" Before entering the hole in the wall, he swung a wild stick to clear the way before jumping in. It was the warehouse behind a grain and rice store - because of the celebration held by "Feng Yilong", of course the door was not opened.The room was quite dark, especially when Mao Gonglei came in from the street at noon, his eyes couldn't get used to it for a while. He heard another crack ahead, and the scythe had evidently breached another wall. —Damn it, where did he get the stick? Because of the vibration, the roof tiles fell off one after another.A few rays of sunlight shot down from the hole in the roof, and Mao Gonglei was able to see the sickle that had just passed another hole in the wall. Sickle had already pulled out the flying knife from his leg.At this moment, his mind was extremely concentrated, he didn't feel the pain in his thigh at all, his feet were walking without any gaps, and the wooden stick in his hand was shattered, destroying or blowing away all the objects in front of him. In this way, Kasame passed through three houses side by side.But it took too much energy to break through the walls one after another. He turned to the right, walked through the room and hall, and finally found the main entrance. The sickle smashed the wooden door open with its forward body.The body of the door was weaker than he had imagined. After rushing out of the street, he still had momentum, so he had to roll around on the ground to get rid of the momentum before he could kneel down. There happened to be five "Feng Yilong" guards guarding that street corner. When they saw this monster suddenly appearing in front of them, they stood still for a while. Without even thinking about the sickle, the wooden stick swung horizontally towards the head of the nearest person.The heavy blow drove the whole body of the man off the ground, splashing blood and brains, eyeballs popped out of their sockets, and flew to the wall to stick to them. Seeing such a horrific attack, the other four backed away in panic, and one of them made a wrong step and sprained his ankle, falling heavily to the ground. Lian Shou ignored the four of them, swung his stick in a circle and ran straight past. Mao Gonglei also chased out of the door at this time, but he saw the back of Lian Shou was already thirty or forty steps away. ——His leg is injured, if he keeps running, I will be able to catch up with him... Sickle suddenly stopped at this moment.He turned around and looked at Mao Gonglei from afar.Mao Gonglei did not move forward either. The sickle put the wooden staff on the ground, and his other hand was limp because of the flying knife on his shoulder.Beads of blood dripped from the fingertips. "Fifth Master!" A shout, accompanied by the sound of horseshoes, came from a branch road on the side. "Finally I find you!" He is the bantanga who is the best at riding among the "eighty-seven people".He also brought another horse and rode it to the side of the sickle head to stop. "In order to avoid those guys, I took many turns and almost lost my way..." Bantanga said, but found that the sickle was not looking at him.He looked at Mao Gonglei on the other side of the street, and he was also standing there, showing no intention of chasing him. "Fifth Master, get on the horse, those guys are about to catch up... Fifth Master... I don't want to be hacked to death..." When Lian Shou heard Ban Tanga's words, he seemed to wake up from a dream and looked away from Mao Gonglei.He looked at Bantanga for a while before showing a wry smile. "Well... I don't want to die either." After saying that, he jumped onto the horse prepared for him by Bantanga. "Sickle head!" Mao Gonglei called out like a bell from afar.Lian Shou was about to ride his horse when he looked back at him. Crowds began to appear on the street behind Mao Gonglei. "Go back!" he called again. "Go back to your 'big tree hall'! My brother and I will be here soon! That will be the last time we fight! I will let you and your brother die together!" Lian Shou was silent for a while after listening, and then opened his throat. "Thank you!" After finishing speaking, he kicked the horse's belly with his legs. Mao Gonglei rested the black stick on his shoulder.His face was flushed with excitement, and his sad eyes watched the two riders go away.
If "Feng Yilong" was not closely related to the imperial court, such a scene would never be allowed to appear in the capital: with the "Feng Yilong Head Office" as the center, there were nearly 2,000 people who came to watch the ceremony.In addition to the shopkeepers and accompanying subordinates of the branches in various places, there are also wealthy merchants in the capital and officials directly related to the private salt business of "Feng Yilong". The magnificent "Fengxiangfang Branch" was originally more suitable for hosting this grand ceremony, but Han Liang insisted that it still be held in Jiuweifang.The implication of this decision is self-evident: such a comprehensive change of the central government of "Fengyilong" requires a historically significant founding holy place like the head office of "Jiuweifang" to strengthen the authority image of the new leadership in people's minds. "Feng Yilong" has already booked all the restaurants and bars around the five streets around the head office, but it is still not enough to entertain all the guests watching the ceremony.Zhang Shuai and Meng Zhen sent a total of 200 concierge subordinates to temporarily gather a large number of tables and chairs from other places in the capital, arrange them in the streets and alleys of Jiuweifang for the guests to rest, and distribute food and drinks back and forth. All turned into places for open-air banquets. "It would be great if we could find more women." A branch manager, his mouth full of greasy after eating, and his face flushed from drinking, knocked on the bowl with his chopsticks and said proudly, and the brothers nearby also burst into laughter. Before noon was auspicious, there were quite a few half-drunk guys like him.There were also members of the same sect who had a rift in the gang reunited at this ceremony, and they inevitably quarreled, but luckily they were suppressed by others, and it didn't really turn into a conflict. The white scarves that were originally wrapped around everyone's arms were also taken off and burned when they entered Jiuweifang-today is a good day for the new boss, so it is impossible to still wear this unlucky thing.But there are also many gang members who have been promoted or favored by Rong Yushan and Pang Wenying in the past, and they still have serious expressions on their faces. Anecdotes and anecdotes. "I'm not dissatisfied with Zhang Shuai being the boss." One of them lowered his voice, "But it would be great if Erye Pang would be the boss..." "Pang Jijiu is too old even if he is still alive, right? How many more years can he work? It would be a good thing to find someone younger, and you don't have to worry about it for the next ten or eight years..." "Ten years, eight years?" The man from before snorted coldly. "Who knows what's going on in Jianghu?..." Everyone on the street looked in the direction of "Feng Yilong Head Office" from time to time.However, with the winding streets and alleys and heavy buildings, it was impossible to see that tiny building. Today, there are less than fifty people who can really enter the head office to observe the ceremony.Of course, representatives of He Taiji and Lun Xiao were included: Taishi He sent Xiao Xian; Eunuch Lun attended as a representative of a third-rank official from the Ministry of Rites who had been in his "pocket" many years ago.In addition, the guests who can enter the head office also include the five most powerful businessmen in the capital, three senior officials of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the "supervisor" of the thirteen "salt roads" of "Feng Yilong"...and other important figures. The streets around the head office are covered with snowflakes of paper money.At the street corner outside the main entrance stood a large copper stove carved in the shape of tigers and leopards, densely filled with burning incense candles, and the smoke rose into the clear sky. Since Zhang Shuai was appointed by Han Liang, he has been staying in the "Jiuweifang Head Office" for a long time.Today he had already put on his formal attire and was waiting in Xingzi's main hall. Today, the two old servants of the head office are wearing strange costumes that are neither monks nor Taoist, holding copper knives and rattles with auspicious animal patterns in their hands, presiding over the traditional gang rituals in front of the Xingzi gate, half singing and half chanting prayers Accompanied by the sound of the bell, it seems to be calling all the spirits who have sacrificed for the great cause of "Toyoshi Takashi" for more than 40 years. There was a booing sound from the streets and alleys far east of the head office, and even those who couldn't see it with their own eyes knew what it was. Meng Zhen and Mao Gonglei entered Jiuweifang. The "Feng Yilong" men on both sides of the street cheered excitedly at the two new Jijiu passing by.The atmosphere was so warm, half of it was caused by the effect of alcohol; the other half was caused by the subordinates sent by Meng Zhen in advance, who mixed in the crowd and took the lead in calling. It is not Meng and Mao who are leading the team, but two specially selected strong subordinates.The two wore the same black clothes, with cloth scarves covering their heads, and each held a weapon: on the left was a short broad-bladed machete in an old sheepskin sheath with the handle carved into the head of an antelope; It is a weird weapon without a sheath, half like a saw and half like a machete. It is thick and matte metal with wavy natural markings.The two strong men held their weapons in a very respectful posture, and walked forward with steady steps. Only the "Feng Yilong" veterans who were born in the capital recognized them: they were the favorite weapons used by Meng Jun and Mao Dan, the "three sacrificial wines" back then. ——Just as Zhang Shuai insisted on using the "Jiuweifang Head Office" to hold the grand ceremony, Meng Zhen also wanted to use this grand event to strengthen the legitimacy of his succession.Being a descendant of the hero "Feng Yilong" is a great asset for him and Mao Gonglei. Riding on a fine steed, Meng Zhen straightened his body in the emerald green dress, making him look taller and taller in the eyes of the roadside gangsters.Meng Zhen deeply knows that his extraordinary appearance is also another big capital for him to hold power. Mao Gonglei, who rode alongside him on horseback, was obviously much more relaxed, occasionally smiling and waving to some of his subordinates he knew on the street.Although he is on the same level as Meng Zhen in name, everyone in the gang knows that he is Meng Zhen's brother-in-law, not the protagonist of today's succession ceremony. Compared with Mengzhen, Mao Gonglei often worked with the lower levels of "Feng Yilong" in person, and went to other places from time to time to deal with disputes over salt transportation. Therefore, the cheers he received on the street were even warmer than Mengzhen's.What's more, he has only recently quelled the rebellion of several branches in the frontier area, and his popularity among the low-level subordinates of "Feng Yilong" has risen again-men of the underworld, of course, tend to worship simple force. Behind the two horses were 20 to 30 subordinates, some of whom were holding high a huge black lacquered gold "Feng" banner. The crowd on the street gradually followed Mengzhen's team, and after a while the team became two to three hundred people, and the number continued to increase.The closer it was to the head office, the more difficult it was for the team to move forward. However, the gang members of "Feng Yilong" who had already entered a state of excitement still swarmed up. Among them were Ma Hong, who was holding his father's ashes tightly, and the four envoys of the Luomeng tribe who were all covered.They squeezed their way through the crowd, trying to get as close as possible to where Mengzhen was. Some veterans of "Feng Yilong" originally came to attend the ceremony with the mood of watching indifferently, but seeing such a scene, their hearts became warm, and they couldn't help thinking back to the glorious days back then. "At that time... Boss Han set up a 'six cups of sacrificial wine'. Although it was not as lively as it is now, I felt the same as these young men..." "Well, I came in too late, it's a pity I didn't see it with my own eyes... Pang Jijiu back then was really a hero... He even patted me on the shoulder..." "However, I think Mao Jijiu's son is not bad, he has a bit of old Pang demeanor!" The atmosphere in the streets and alleys of Jiuweifang was extremely high, and the crowds who kept approaching Mengzhen were almost out of control. Fortunately, the team finally arrived at the main entrance of "Feng Yilong" head office. The guards standing outside the head office blocked all the gang members who came along with them.Meng Zhen got off the horse with Mao Gonglei, took the incense from his subordinates, bowed to the sky and the ground three times respectively, then returned the incense to his subordinates, and inserted it into the copper furnace. The two took their father's weapons again, raised their heads high and knelt down, reciting prayers in their mouths, but the content was completely covered by the hustle and bustle of voices. Mahon and the four envoys have already reached the front of the periphery.The guard in charge of driving looked at these strangely dressed guys and immediately became suspicious. "I am the treasurer Ma of the 'Galamu Branch'." Mahon held up the white stone urn. "Bring the bones of my late father to see this grand ceremony." "Where are they?" The guard pointed to the four envoys of the Ramon tribe.Mahone didn't answer. He closed his eyes, bit his lower lip, and made up his mind. With both hands, the jar was thrown violently to the ground. White dust fluttered upwards and in all directions.The guards squinted their eyes and backed away, not knowing what happened for a moment. They fell in the white mist in an instant. Four tall and strong Romongs ran across the line of defense at full speed, and ran towards the main entrance of the head office under the cover of white mist.The coarse linen robes of all four were stained with the blood of the fallen.The blade is still hidden under the robe. Mao Gonglei was the first to notice the difference.Kneeling, he jumped up and turned around nimbly, and saw four people rushing out from the white mist. ——One of them is the sickle head? Mao Gonglei held the saw blade in both hands, howled and went up to him. All four showed bloody machetes from under their robes. For a while, Mao Gonglei couldn't tell which one was the sickle head. He swung the saw blade behind his shoulder and drew his bow, ready to cut all four of them down with a single blow! The originally boiling cheers in the streets and alleys turned into cursing and screaming. Meng Zhen had already stood up, with his hand on the handle of his father's scimitar.He remained calm and stood where he was, thousands of eyes were watching him, and he must not show the slightest sign of shrinking. But at the same time, he looked at Mao Gonglei's back with concern. He had absolute confidence in his brother's combat power. ——But if the assassin is a scythe... The guards and helpers also rushed to rescue. The distance between Mao Gonglei and the four of them was less than ten feet—— Mao Gonglei suddenly made a quick stop, and immediately turned around and ran back to Meng Zhen's side! Mao Gonglei, who had fought Lian Shou with all his strength, had already judged from the opponent's running posture and fighting posture in the short moment just now: ——None of the four are scythes! ——They are trying to lure me away from my brother! Mao Gonglei would rather sell his back to those four fierce enemies than turn back at full speed. The senses of the whole body are raised to the peak. Among the noisy voices, he heard a strange voice: The sound of breaking wind came from above and below. Mao Gonglei swung his saw blade to the void above with both hands.It is not by eyes, but by ears and instinctive calculations. Metal chimes like bells. Mao Gonglei felt the power of the flying object transmit from the handle to his arms and body, as if his internal organs were numb from the shock, and the saw blade swung away due to the recoil. Very familiar tyrannical force. The flying object deviated slightly from the route due to the blockage of the saw blade, just crossed the side of Mengzhen's face, and went straight to the ground behind him. It is a huge arrow as thick as the mouth of a wine glass, as long as an arm, and made of steel. The arrow has been buried deep in the soil and cannot be seen, but the shaft of the arrow can be seen to be full of thorny barbs. The four Luomeng warriors still didn't stop, they raised their sabers and rushed towards Mao Gonglei's back. Mao Gonglei's fighting instinct had reached its peak, he took advantage of the repulsive force from the attack with the strong arrow just now, and took advantage of the situation to slash the saw blade backwards horizontally, without turning his head back. A wave of blood swept across behind him. But Mao Gonglei didn't care whether the slash hit or not, he threw away the saw blade, Qian Yue hugged Meng Zhen's body, and rolled on the ground several times. "Go in!" Kneeling halfway, Mao Gonglei lifted Meng Zhen to a standing position with strange force, and pushed him towards the main entrance of the head office.Meng Zhen could no longer worry about his image, so he followed the force of the push and rushed to the door. Mao Gonglei also stood up, followed behind his brother-in-law, but he was facing the opposite direction, running backwards, preparing for the next arrow. He no longer has a weapon in his hand, if he shoots the same huge arrow, it will be difficult to block it with his bare hands. However, he reckoned that even with the strange power of the scythe, it would be impossible to shoot a second such powerful arrow before Mengzhen entered the door. Sure enough, only ordinary arrows were shot this time.Even though he aimed at Mengzhen's back accurately, he was shot down by Mao Gonglei's ape-like palm. With some preparations this time, Mao Gonglei could already see where the arrows came from. He stretched out his halberd and pointed towards the top of a three-story building on the east side, and all the angry eyes of "Toyoshi Takashi" looked in the direction of the finger. Meng Zhen has already rushed into the "Feng Yilong Head Office".Mao Gonglei saw it out of the corner of his eye, and he was relieved. —and then it was time to bring out the assassin. The crowd began to rush towards the building.The guards in charge of guarding the head office first went to nearby houses to pick up the weapons that had been stored in advance—after all, it was a grand ceremony, and they did not carry murder weapons with them. Only now did Mao Gonglei have time to look around: the four Romance warriors were all lying in a pool of blood, three were motionless, and only one was still wriggling.Even Mao Gonglei himself was a little surprised that the knife he cut out purely by instinct just now hit so accurately. As for Ma Hong, who was covered in white ash, he was beaten to death by the "Feng Yilong" crowd long ago, and was being trampled to the ground by two guards. Mao Gonglei ran over, waved the two guards away, leaned over and grabbed Ma Hong's lapel.Mao Gonglei didn't know Ma Hong, but he knew that his father, Ma Guangqian, was an old courtier who joined the gang during the first generation boss Han Dong's time.Mao Gonglei was very surprised that such a loyal family would do such a rebellious act. "Why?" Mao Gonglei asked while shaking Ma Hong's body. Mahone was on the verge of losing consciousness, but he still had a proud smile on his face. Now is not the time to delve into this.Mao Gonglei let go of Ma Hong and started running again, but instead of going to the building, he arrived at a hut on the west side of the head office. Mao Gonglei pushed open the front door of the house, and the inside was filled with a hot and masculine breath. "It's your turn to play." The building where the assassin was located was quickly surrounded by crowds, but no one dared to attack first. Although this is a good opportunity to make meritorious deeds in front of the leaders of the capital, one does not know what a formidable enemy is hidden inside—the powerful arrow just now was really frightening, and the people who came to watch the ceremony did not have weapons in their hands, so they did not know that there was one. How sure. What's more, these shopkeepers from various branches have been sheltered under the banner of "Feng Yilong" for many years, and have long enjoyed power and rich income. It is foolish to take risks rashly for the struggle of the underworld in the capital. The guards with weapons arrived at this time, kicked open the front door of the house without waiting for Mao Gonglei's order, and rushed inside.The onlookers watched nervously with bated breath, but the whole scene became silent instead. Shouts came from the building, followed by the sound of fierce fighting, the sound of smashing objects, successive screams, and the sound of knives and bodies falling from heights to the ground.More screams, the sound of rapid running on the wooden ladder, the sound of cracking, angry shouting, desperate pleas for help, more smashing sounds, the sound of wooden stairs collapsing, more sounds of bodies falling to the ground, tragic Call…… From a window on the top floor of the third floor, a figure suddenly appeared, and everyone around looked up. Holding a weapon that looked like a stick, the figure suddenly jumped down from the third floor.The crowd uttered an exclamation at the same time, and the people under the windows backed away. The figure was half-kneeling on the ground, and a wave of dust rose around its body. After the dust and mist fell, the crowd saw who the person who had landed on the ground was. "It's him!" More than a dozen people panickedly pointed at the surrounded scythe—the branch of "Feng Yilong" who had traveled around the states twice. Many people present have not forgotten this majestic and strange man. "Isn't he one of us?" Those who knew Lian Shou couldn't figure it out for a moment.They don't know much about the detailed situation of the capital in recent years. They only heard that the boss of Lian Shou is a guy surnamed Yu, who rose up in the gang very quickly, but was suddenly expelled last year... But when I think about it, since Pang Wenying and Rong Yushan both died so suddenly within a few years, it is not surprising that such civil strife happened... Lian Shou stood up with a wooden stick, and calmly looked at the thick crowds blocking the front and back of the street, but he was still thinking about the arrow just now. ——Just a little bit… His long hair was disheveled by the fierce fighting in the building just now, and the strands of hair stuck to his sweaty cheeks. In the building where the fierce battle broke out just now, several guards who survived by chance came out from the main entrance one after another.One of them had a sunken mark on the side of his head, and he crawled out with all four limbs with great difficulty. Blood dripped from the seven holes on his face, and he was clearly unconscious; The skin was swollen into purple and black, and each one was moaning in pain. The gang members who saw it were all dumbfounded, and imagined that the situation in the building must be even more miserable.Such a scene is not like a fight, but a natural disaster. The guards who did not accompany them into the building couldn't help but secretly rejoice in their hearts.Now the assassin was standing in broad daylight, but they held their knives in their hands, no one knew how to attack, and they stood far away among the gang for a moment. Lian Shou stood in the middle of the street, holding the heavy wooden stick, but he still hadn't decided how to kill him. One person and a thousand people are facing each other like this. The crowd on one side suddenly separated to the two sides, leaving a passage. It was Mao Gonglei.Already holding that weird black stick he loves to use in his hand, he led thirteen people across the sea of people. Twelve of them, headed by Sun Kegang, are all strong stonemasons of the "Yu Fang Hao".The weapons they held were not hammers, but twelve large shields with the same shape. The whole body was made of fine steel, all of them were as wide as their body, as long as they were, and two inches thick. Each of them probably weighed sixty to seventy catties. The last person is Tong Bayun.He didn't bring the hooked machete, but he had double the throwing knives on his body, with thirty or forty of them stuck in the leather sheaths around his waist and thighs. They came out in a row and didn't stop until they were ten steps away from the sickle head.At this time, Sun Kegang and his eleven companions lined up the shields to form an iron wall.They gripped the leather handles behind the shields, and began to step forward at a pre-rehearsed speed, pressing towards the scythe. Lian Shou didn't expect to encounter such a strange formation, and stood there in shock for a moment. ——They have already prepared a way to deal with me... Taking advantage of the distance, Sickle quickly stepped to the left, trying to get around the flanks of the shield formation—he could see that the slow movement of this formation was its biggest shortcoming. But when he was about to pass the shield on the outermost edge, two flying knives whizzed and flew towards him, blocking the path of the scythe head.It was Tong Bayun who was hiding behind the shield formation, and he held four throwing knives between his fingers. Scythe avoided the two swords with a slow step, and he could have charged forward again, but he caught a glimpse of Mao Gonglei raising his black stick, and was already standing behind the shield to meet him.Sickle stopped his pace.He had faced Mao Gonglei's stick, even if he could catch it, Tong Bayun's throwing knife would definitely strike at him, and he would no longer be sure to dodge it. Lian Shou knew that even if he went around to the other side, Mao and Tong would block it in the same way; of course he had the ability to jump over the shield from above, but he was in mid-air, so he was more likely to be a target for black sticks and throwing knives... While Scythe was thinking about how to fight, the shield formation approached several more steps.He started backing away, fighting for more room to walk. ——This is the first time Sickle has retreated in battle. He gradually backed away from the crowd at the back of the street, and it was even more ominous to be so hostile.Instead, he retreated back to the left, behind a brick house wall. Sun Kegang and the other twelve people saw the movement of the sickle head through the gaps in the shields, and shifted the direction of the formation accordingly, always facing the sickle head with the front of the shield formation. After a while, the scythe was forced back almost to the wall, and the shield array had reached less than seven steps in front of him.Mao Gonglei in the rear shouted: "Change!" The shield formation gradually changed from a straight line to an arc, enclosing both sides of the scythe more closely. Sickle, who had nowhere to go, showed an angry expression.He picked up his wooden stick and swung it violently towards the shield formation. Wood and steel made a solid clash.Although the stonemason who received the attack counteracted the lethality of the heavy wooden staff with his thick shield, the extraordinary brute force of the scythe still made him take half a step back, and the shield cracked. Opened a gap. A ray of silver light pierced through the gap. The sickle turned halfway to dodge, and a flying knife was deeply nailed into the left shoulder. The stonemason breathed a sigh of relief, and held the shield again to make up for it. The gap in the shield formation disappeared. Tong Bayun behind the battle was extremely excited, after all, he was the first person in the capital to make the "Three Eyes" bleed. ——The blood debt of the brothers in Guicifang, you can pay it back today! The back of the scythe was finally touching the wall.The shield array has turned into a semicircle, and the flanks on both sides touch the wall at the same time, like half an iron bucket enclosing the sickle in the center of the circle. Mao Gonglei's legs were spread wide, and his body sat in a horse riding stance.Tong Bayun immediately stepped on his thigh, shouted and jumped up, his body was higher than the shield formation, he swung his hands simultaneously, and the four throwing knives sniped at different parts of the scythe from above! The sickle head didn't have much room to dodge, so it could only swing the wooden staff, and shot down two of the throwing knives. The other shot at the side of the head and face and just avoided it, but the last throwing knife was nailed into the left thigh. Tong Bayun sneered after landing on the ground: "It's easier than shooting a target." His hands didn't stop, and he drew out three more throwing knives. The two places where the sickle was hit by the knife were bleeding profusely, and the whole body was bathed in sweat.He swung his staff again to hit the shield formation in front of him, but now the big man of "Yufang" had stood still, and firmly stood the heavy shield on the ground. Under the impact of the wooden staff, the shield formation was only slightly shaken. "I really wanted you to surrender." Mao Gonglei said coldly.He tried his best to keep an expressionless face, but there was still a little sadness between his brows. "But this is the order of the elder brother, you die today." Another guard of "Feng Yilong" appeared in a row at this time.Half of them carried bows and arrows, and one had a barbed trap. The sickle's head was like a wounded beast caught in a trap, its breathing became heavy, but its pupils were still shining. He was suddenly laughing. "My foster brother said something." Lian Shou's calm voice surprised Mao Gonglei. "He said: 'The person who can kill Wu Ge has not yet been born.'" Scythe then suddenly let out a roar. Thousands of people present felt shocked. The sickle turned half a circle sharply, holding the wooden staff with both hands and counterattacking, blasting a hole in the brick wall behind him! Hearing the explosive sound, Mao Gonglei immediately shouted: "Stay away!" The twelve big men of "Yufang" immediately spread their shields, and Mao Gonglei saw the sickle head rushing into the cave in time. More than a dozen "Feng Yilong" archers rushed forward, nodding their arrows and drawing their bows to shoot into the hole in the wall. Tong Bayun also threw knives into the hole one after another at the same time. The sword and arrow flew over the dust and smoke into the dark cave, but there was no sound of hitting the flesh. Mao Gonglei ran forward angrily, shouting at the same time: "Everyone, don't follow!" Before entering the hole in the wall, he swung a wild stick to clear the way before jumping in. It was the warehouse behind a grain and rice store - because of the celebration held by "Feng Yilong", of course the door was not opened.The room was quite dark, especially when Mao Gonglei came in from the street at noon, his eyes couldn't get used to it for a while. He heard another crack ahead, and the scythe had evidently breached another wall. —Damn it, where did he get the stick? Because of the vibration, the roof tiles fell off one after another.A few rays of sunlight shot down from the hole in the roof, and Mao Gonglei was able to see the sickle that had just passed another hole in the wall. Sickle had already pulled out the flying knife from his leg.At this moment, his mind was extremely concentrated, he didn't feel the pain in his thigh at all, his feet were walking without any gaps, and the wooden stick in his hand was shattered, destroying or blowing away all the objects in front of him. In this way, Kasame passed through three houses side by side.But it took too much energy to break through the walls one after another. He turned to the right, walked through the room and hall, and finally found the main entrance. The sickle smashed the wooden door open with its forward body.The body of the door was weaker than he had imagined. After rushing out of the street, he still had momentum, so he had to roll around on the ground to get rid of the momentum before he could kneel down. There happened to be five "Feng Yilong" guards guarding that street corner. When they saw this monster suddenly appearing in front of them, they stood still for a while. Without even thinking about the sickle, the wooden stick swung horizontally towards the head of the nearest person.The heavy blow drove the whole body of the man off the ground, splashing blood and brains, eyeballs popped out of their sockets, and flew to the wall to stick to them. Seeing such a horrific attack, the other four backed away in panic, and one of them made a wrong step and sprained his ankle, falling heavily to the ground. Lian Shou ignored the four of them, swung his stick in a circle and ran straight past. Mao Gonglei also chased out of the door at this time, but he saw the back of Lian Shou was already thirty or forty steps away. ——His leg is injured, if he keeps running, I will be able to catch up with him... Sickle suddenly stopped at this moment.He turned around and looked at Mao Gonglei from afar.Mao Gonglei did not move forward either. The sickle put the wooden staff on the ground, and his other hand was limp because of the flying knife on his shoulder.Beads of blood dripped from the fingertips. "Fifth Master!" A shout, accompanied by the sound of horseshoes, came from a branch road on the side. "Finally I find you!" He is the bantanga who is the best at riding among the "eighty-seven people".He also brought another horse and rode it to the side of the sickle head to stop. "In order to avoid those guys, I took many turns and almost lost my way..." Bantanga said, but found that the sickle was not looking at him.He looked at Mao Gonglei on the other side of the street, and he was also standing there, showing no intention of chasing him. "Fifth Master, get on the horse, those guys are about to catch up... Fifth Master... I don't want to be hacked to death..." When Lian Shou heard Ban Tanga's words, he seemed to wake up from a dream and looked away from Mao Gonglei.He looked at Bantanga for a while before showing a wry smile. "Well... I don't want to die either." After saying that, he jumped onto the horse prepared for him by Bantanga. "Sickle head!" Mao Gonglei called out like a bell from afar.Lian Shou was about to ride his horse when he looked back at him. Crowds began to appear on the street behind Mao Gonglei. "Go back!" he called again. "Go back to your 'big tree hall'! My brother and I will be here soon! That will be the last time we fight! I will let you and your brother die together!" Lian Shou was silent for a while after listening, and then opened his throat. "Thank you!" After finishing speaking, he kicked the horse's belly with his legs. Mao Gonglei rested the black stick on his shoulder.His face was flushed with excitement, and his sad eyes watched the two riders go away.