1899: C1899 Green Plum Bamboo Horse Jiang Hanyi

C1899 Green Plum Bamboo Horse Jiang Hanyi

After the people who escaped back to Nine River Town, they didn't go to have fun like they usually did. Instead, they ran back to Thunderclap Hall in fear.

He approached the foothold.

The guard at the gate of the base hastily saluted, "Sir Wukang."

The man didn't have any reaction. He ran into the foothold with an increasingly fearful look on his face. He continued moving through the foothold and soon arrived at the most bustling building in the foothold.

In the pavilion, the singing and dancing went well.

Dozens of singers were dancing. Deep in the room, there was a burly man who was half asleep on a hot brick bed. At the same time, there were two transparent dressed women serving him.

Drunk, that's all.

The burly man noticed Wu Kang approaching and his face instantly turned cold. "Wu Kang, it's not proper to be so reckless!"

Wu Kang regained some of his consciousness. "Don't..." "Head."

The hall master suddenly thought of something and abruptly stood up. "Aren't you in charge of collecting the food this time? He estimated that there were still three days before his return. Why did he suddenly return? If you delay the receipt of food, you will not be able to get it to the Sword Pavilion on time.

"Master, I saw..." "See..." At this point, Wu Kang's face was full of fear.

The pavilion master sensed that something was amiss, "Who did you see?"

"Meng …" Meng … "Meng Qiu!"

As the two words left his mouth, Wu Kang's mind finally recovered a little. "I saw Meng Qiu together with the lowly commoners of the Great Feng Village!"

"Meng Qiu?" The pavilion master's body suddenly went limp, perhaps out of fear or fear.

A moment later, the pavilion master narrowed his eyes and asked, "Isn't he dead?"

"It must be him …" It must be him! "

At the end of his speech, Wu Kang's body began to tremble. "The Lord of the Sword Pavilion wields the Dragon Soul Sword. It's said that with his unparalleled talent, it would be difficult for him to find a match in the entire Seven Spirit Worlds. How could he suddenly die like that …?"

The hall master calmed down a little. "Even if it's him, what are you afraid of? My Thunderbolt Hall is a subordinate of the Sword Pavilion. For no reason at all, how could he kill you!? "

"That's not it …" Wu Kang shook his head and started to explain.

"What?" After learning of what had happened, the hall master collapsed onto the fire brick bed without any respect … Someone from Thunderclap Hall attacked Meng Qiu?

He didn't know why Meng Qiu didn't counterattack. He also didn't know why Meng Qiu was with the lowly commoners in the Great Feng Village. However, he knew that if it really was Meng Qiu … The Thunderbolt Hall had to die from top to bottom.

Innocent or not, no one could survive.

Not long later, the hall master suddenly stood up: "Go, immediately send a thousand miles of sound transmission to inform Feng Xuan Village! It doesn't matter if he is Meng Qiu or not, since Jiang Hanyi is here, he must be very clear about this. If he really is Meng Qiu, then my Thunderbolt Hall will still be alive after eliminating those people! "

Wu Kang's pupils dilated: "Hall Master, are you crazy? "With Jiang Hanyi and Meng Qiu's relationship, wouldn't we die faster if she came?"

The hall master bellowed, "What do you know! If we are the first to tell her the news, she will protect us! "

… …

At Dafeng Village.

The days continued.

It had been about three months since Wu Kang and his men had left the village.

After that, nothing happened. The people of Thunderbolt Hall did not come to collect the food. It was as if they really wanted to avoid this year's food in the village.

Although the villagers did not know why, they did not pursue the matter further. Instead, they continued to live their lives.

It was dusk again.

After a day of hard work, Jiang Ting and the villagers started to return to the village … Nothing happened along the way, making it seem like a normal day.

But today, Jiang Ting felt a sense of pressure. Perhaps, something will happen today, is it related to Meng Qiu?

Jiang Ting did not reveal his intention. Instead, as usual, he went to the Village Head's house to look for food. After eating, he went back to the stone room.

The lights began to go out. It was about midnight.

Jiang Ting, who was sleeping in the stone room, suddenly opened his eyes … Someone was coming.

He sensed that a person whose strength was only slightly lower than Meng Qiu's was rapidly approaching with many people. They would arrive at the Great Feng Village in at most twenty breaths of time.

"This time, I might be able to find out the cause and effect." After muttering to himself, Jiang Ting retracted all of his telepathic thoughts.

Sure enough, after twenty breaths.

"Everyone leave the room. If you don't, die." A cold voice echoed in the sky. Even though there was a stone chamber blocking the way, Jiang Ting could still see that the one who spoke was a man.

As for his strength, it was lower than the woman in the lead. Jiang Ting did not know about his level, since it was not a threat to him.

Then, like the other villagers, Jiang Ting left the room at a loss. When he looked around, like the rest of the villagers, he revealed the same shock and fear.

It was clearly midnight, yet the village was like daytime. There was a light ball shining in the sky, dispersing all the darkness in the surroundings.

The one in the lead was a girl that was drop dead gorgeous.

She had a white duck's egg face and wore a dark blue dress embroidered with rose flowers. She wore a blue satin mask of a broken peony, her hair was black and her hair was flowing in a bun. She wore a green jade bracelet around her wrist, giving her a clear view of the world.

Compared to the people in the village, the women in the village could not be compared at all.

Of course, only Jiang Ting could see that woman's appearance, because that woman was currently sitting within a palanquin, while the palanquin was with four men standing in the air. At the same time, Jiang Ting could also see that the woman's face was filled with hesitation, joy, uneasiness, and many other expressions.

Other than that, the rest of the people all wore happy blue robes. It was obvious that they were wearing the uniform of a certain force. Some of them stood high up in the sky and surrounded the village, while others entered the village and stood on the roofs of the houses.

Without exception, these people all carried swords and sabers on their bodies, and their expressions were cold.

In this world, there was no concept of immortals. Otherwise, the villagers would have to kneel on the ground and pray for the protection of the immortals.

And because they didn't have the concept of a deity, the villagers all felt fear and confusion when they saw the sudden arrival of these people. They didn't know why these people suddenly appeared.

The villagers did not wait much longer either.

Very soon, the rich, Spring Grass and their mothers, along with the stones in their eyes, left the house and walked onto the bumpy street.

Half a breath later.

The woman in the palanquin disappeared. When she reappeared, she was already standing on the ground, quietly looking at the stone … In other words, Meng Qiu.

There was nothing to say.

Not long later, the village chief hastily approached, "Sir, may I know …"

"Kacha …" The sound of Longsword being unsheathed rang. Before the village chief could even get close, ten or more swords suddenly appeared in front of him.

The village chief stopped in his tracks in shock. He had a feeling that if he continued to get closer, those weapons would not hesitate to cut him into pieces.2

The man who had first spoken said softly, "Be quiet, do you understand?"

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