Lu Xiaolun spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground and tried to get up, but struggled and failed due to the turbulence in his stomach. The big man had not yet killed him. At this time, he looked at the pair of brothers on the road and finally shook his head:

"Oh, it's just fishing for fame and reputation again..."

"You are, you...are..."

Lu Xiaolun resisted the feeling of vomiting and spoke with difficulty. After living in the green forest for thirty years, he knew that he could be beaten, but he had to know the identity of the person who beat him. For example, he was beaten by Zhou Tong and Lin Zongwu.

Being beaten, being beaten by the inner demon, and not dying after being beaten should be a glorious achievement. The man in front of me is so skilled, how can he remain unknown?

Under the setting sun, the man didn't answer and disappeared across the road in the blink of an eye.

…

The figure who beat Lu Xiaolun walked through several streets and arrived outside the competition venue just as today's competition was beginning to end. He found a bamboo hat and put it on, and quietly looked at each person in front of the roadside billboard.

The resumes and deeds of "masters" were used to estimate their martial arts, and they also hoped to see some clues about the strength of the Chinese army, or to find out how powerful the inner demon's martial arts were.

Over the past few days, he has also been carefully looking for companions who might be trustworthy. He thought that the Lu family, who had been praised as the leader of the green forest, and seemed to have some issues with Ba Dao, could be so powerful. Who knew how powerful he could be after a few actions?

Another rat.

Looking at the crowd coming out of the martial arts competition venue, his eyes were a little complicated. He had practiced boxing all his life and loved martial arts. If possible, he originally wanted to join such a competition among masters and explore the world's warriors.

Virtual reality.

But that's okay.

This time, Zuo Xiang Tieyan came to visit him personally and begged him to come out.

A scholar dies for a confidant.

Some small pleasures had to be given up.

This is what Wang Xiangfo thought in his heart.

After watching like this for a while, he walked forward and left the street. On the side of the road, a young doctor who bought a piece of pork head meat walked home and passed by him.

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As the sun sank below the horizon, some people gathered in private.

"...If we don't take action, the Chinese army will finish handling the surrounding matters and enter the city."

"...We met today just for this matter."

"...This afternoon, Liu Xigua led people out of the city."

"...She has to deal with an urgent matter."

"...After the Battle of Southwest, the Huaxia Army captured nearly 40,000 Jin soldiers, and the Han army surrendered zero to hundreds of thousands..."

"...the placement and recruitment of these people, the control of the entire Fourth Sichuan Road, and various aftermaths have exhausted the strength of the Chinese Fifth Army..."

"...They are preparing to take action and hold a military parade in early August to present prisoners..."

“…and resorted to military violence.”

"...It's useless to scold..."

"...It takes time for the Chinese Army to deal with things. Our people are not coming fast. There is a lot of noise outside now. It seems that if we don't take action in a while, these scholars will start fighting among themselves..."

"...If you want to do something, you only have this little time..."

"...Fortunately, something happened to the old Niu Tou next to them..."

"...Ba Dao named Liu came forward to calm the situation. I heard that the First Division of the Fifth Chinese Army also accepted the order and dispatched urgently. As a result, their military strength will be tight for several days..."

"... During the Ghost Festival, the gate to hell will be opened. It's just a few days away... What do you think?"

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…

…

There was silence for a long time, and someone tapped his finger.

boom.

"...I will definitely be able to respond to a hundred calls."

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In the yard, Ning Ji, who came back a little late, lit yellow paper, placed the pig head meat in front of him, and paid homage to the three or two people in his memory. The autumn night was even more pleasant, and he had not yet truly understood the meaning of the memorial.

After talking for a while, I ate rice and finished the pork head.

Summer is over, and I am one year older. There is peace outside, which is completely different from the atmosphere before the Jurchens came. There may not be any fighting or killing in the future.
Chapter completed!