It’s windy, snowy, and it’s a long road.
The piles of corpses are better than all the swords, lights and silence in the world.
Killing people like hemp is Zhao Wujiang's self-deprecation and self-praise.
He cut off the lives of strong men one after another, and shattered the souls of those who were greedy for disaster relief one after another with his icy-cold knife.
The night seemed particularly short. When he led his troops to kill the last governor of the nine counties, the sky was already bright and he could see the wind and snow.
The answer he got was almost exactly the same as what he got from Ma Ku, the governor of Changwu County.
There are some deviations in the details, but the fact is that the disaster is coming, the wind and snow swallow up the spiritual energy, and the world enters the end of the world.
If you have a lot of debt, you won’t have to worry about it. But if you have a lot of debt, how can you not worry about it?
Zhao Wujiang felt a little sad now, as if the woman said he was too fast after making love, or as if the woman was confused and didn't feel anything during love.
He had many doubts that he wanted to complain about.
Originally, he wanted to be an ordinary person, a moderate official, with a wealthy life and many wives and concubines.
When you want to be coquettish, be coquettish, when you want to be yellow, be yellow and yellow, when you want to be one deep, never be two deep, when you want to be nine shallow, never be eight shallow, when you want to be serious, be serious, and when you want to pretend, you can pretend it.
That's all.
But why did it get to this point?
Is this destiny? Unpredictable and unpredictable.
It was as if there was an invisible hand playing with everything, leading him to where he was destined to go.
There are many bad paths in life, and they are all dangers.
He doesn't want to be rich and powerful, but he only wants to be a noble lady, and to be trapped in a noble lady.
Zhao Wujiang was wiping the blood splattered on his body when he killed someone. His mind was filled with random thoughts. He had a premonition that something was wrong, and he immediately recited the Jingxin Jue silently.
The elites from each state dealt with the battlefield after the battle in an orderly manner.
The Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty has not had foreign wars for thousands of years. It is rare for so many monks to die in the past two days.
After cleaning the battlefield, Zhao Wujiang ordered everyone to go to the villages under the jurisdiction of the counties and counties to find and rescue survivors.
And he had not slept for several nights. His body was not tired at all, but his heart was a little tired.
He is going to Yunjian City in Yunzhou to find Yunzhou Mu Xingshi to question him.
The matter of seclusion seems normal, but in the current situation, it seems particularly strange.
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"Are you here?" The man held a sword and wore a hat.
"I'm here." Sikong was wearing a mink fur coat and holding the little boy Wang Tiezhu.
"You shouldn't have come!" The man held his sword and held his bamboo hat, as cold as frost.
"But I'm already here." Sikong put one hand in his pocket, holding a piece of copper in his hand.
The man snorted:
"Have you brought anything?"
"Brought it." Sikong stretched out his hand in his pocket and slowly revealed the copper key:
"But you may not have brought what I want."
Silence, a long silence, like two clay and wood sculptures facing each other.
Wang Tiezhu looked at his Uncle Sikong and the strange man who looked like a knight walking in the rivers and lakes in confusion, wondering what the two of them were doing.
"Take it." The man in the bamboo hat threw an object wrapped in butter paper.
Sikong threw the key and caught the butter paper.
The man in the bamboo hat holds the key:
"You shouldn't have come, and I didn't have to come. It's a pity."
"It's such a pity." Sikong nodded:
"There was an accident."
In the butter paper is the jade slip of identity that Sikong wants.
This is a kind of certificate similar to being born in the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty.
With this identity on the jade slip, he is a recorded citizen of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty.
This identity is very important to him, very important.
The original agreement with the swordsman in front of him was that the swordsman would send the identity jade slip to him, and the two of them would not meet.
But there was one more Wang Tiezhu, and he wanted to give Wang Tiezhu a new identity to make it easier to walk in the future.
That was how he met the swordsman.
The man in the bamboo hat sighed again, and the sword he was holding suddenly turned into a rainbow, and he moved west with a sword.
Sikong watched his old friend leave and sighed.
He looked at Wang Tiezhu softly:
"Zhuzi, from now on you will take my uncle's surname. Wang Tiezhu's name is a bit rustic and needs to be changed. Uncle has already changed it for you."
The little boy pouted, and although he was a little reluctant to give up his name, he still nodded.
"From now on." Sikong led Wang Tiezhu towards the inn and said with a kind smile:
"Your name is Si Daniu."
