Almost at the same time, at the moment when the main body appeared, the eight afterimages moved at the same time, facing the core target, and flew towards the core target almost at the same time, like the blade of a cicada wing splitting in all directions, leaving no life!
Before the thin and bald man could step back, he saw that the afterimage that had just been still was now approaching his eyes. At the same time, there was blood pouring out. In the moment when the light and glory intertwined, eight fatal wounds had killed him in an instant.
With the last trace of consciousness remaining, the thin and bald man looked at the blood pouring out. Although he opened his mouth, he could no longer say a word.
The flowing blood, the stiff body. Xiao Wanhu pushed him gently, and his guilt-ridden body fell to dust.
The lights and shadows intertwined and ended. Xiao Wanhu looked at the corpse on the ground, his expression always leisurely and casual.
As if remembering something, Xiao Wanhu put away the knife, and a gleam of light flashed between his fingers. All the blood on the ground suddenly turned into flecks of gold powder, which disappeared without a trace as the breeze blew by.
Below, Lu Xiangxi looked directly at him. The bright moon rose to the sky, and its bright light spread over the hair and hat crowns of the two people, making them look as white as snow.
"Done." Xiao Wanhu jumped down from the roof and came to Lu Xiangxi.
"Mr. Jiang is extremely skilled and is truly worth ten thousand taels of silver." Lu Xiangxi said with a smile.
"Hey." Xiao Wanhu turned his head. He had received money to buy his life before, but he had never looked at this ten thousand taels of silver.
He lowered his head and looked at the Confucian scholars: "How are they doing?"
Lu Xiangxi patted the shoulders of the Confucian scholars next to him twice: "It's nothing serious. I have already treated them. It's just that the Zangzhuofu of the Qingya Academy branch was destroyed, which really makes me sad."
The Confucian scholars were also grieving, and they all looked filled with grief and indignation.
"Now that it's like this, you should deal with it calmly." Xiao Wanhu never cared much about their affairs, "But those men just seemed to have mentioned something about their Shadow Flag Envoy."
Although he has no clue now, he might be able to find clues in these fun places.
Lu Xiangxi first explained to the Confucian scholars about settling down and recuperating here, and then turned around: "The Shadow Flag Envoy must be one of the four generals of Jiuche Xiaoying."
"You know it in detail." Xiao Wanhu curled her lips and sneered at him.
Lu Xiangxi was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly: "I just heard about it in the past."
A few noisy crows flew by in the distance and passed under the moon. Xiao Wanhu was quite taboo about them and rubbed his ears unhappily.
"Mr. Jiang, are you going to challenge him?" Lu Xiangxi asked immediately, as if he wanted to get rid of his suspicion just now.
"Ah, yes." Xiao Wanhu came to his senses. He was really not very familiar with his identity as "Mr. Jiang."
Lu Xiangxi sighed deeply: "That's fine. Now that the matter has come to this, the most important thing is to protect Li Shu."
Xiao Wanhu snorted twice in his heart. He has really done a lot of good deeds now, so he should think of it as accumulating some blessings for himself and wishing him good fortune in the future.
"It's not too late, it's better to set off as soon as possible." After thinking about it, he still pretended to care about the common people and said seriously.
Lu Xiangxi was slightly startled. But he quickly agreed: "That's fine."
After receiving a response, Xiao Wanhu walked to the door and waited for Lu Xiangxi to help several Confucian students into the house.
Looking at the restored quiet courtyard, the soft and cool lotus pond, and the three words "Yancao Hall" on the main hall, he almost guessed the true identity of Lu Xiangxi.
It was a bit interesting, and he didn't find it objectionable. Just think of it for fun, before finding Xi Zishi and asking him to pay back the money.
Soon, Lu Xiangxi walked out of the room quickly.
"Long wait. Mr. Jiang, let's go." He closed the door and walked to Xiao Wanhu.
Xiao Wanhu waved her hand to indicate it was okay, turned around and went out with Lu Xiangxi.
He had heard before that Yinggui seemed to be the leader of Zhaosui Ming State. Now that I can't sit still and come out, it's not difficult to guess where I might go.
This time, it seems that we can have a lot of fun.
He unconsciously showed a sly smile. Lu Xiangxi, who was on the side, saw his expression and had a basic and conclusive guess about this so-called "Jiang Buyu".
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In the distant Pianhuawu area, with the two sides constrained, a mantis stalking the cicada, each with its own plans, has begun a grand battle.
The river flow in the middle of the day sparkles and shines under the golden sunshine. Hundreds of imposing masts cut across the mountains and rivers on both sides of the river. The tug-of-war of outflanking and intercepting reinforcements has gradually begun to merge.
Pianhuawu used to be known as the narrow alley and flower gallery. The peaceful past has disappeared now.
The defenders of Jinji Fengjian and the Jiuche Xiaoying who came out in full force and tried to counterattack came from the river bank to the city, and blood spread throughout the streets.
The roars of fighting and the screams of clashing weapons resounded throughout the city and beyond. The eyes are full of bright red, and the miserable scenery makes people shudder.
The wild crows flew away with hasty wings, and even the fish swimming under the water were frightened by the fighting sounds on the shore and swam away one after another.
The brilliant setting sun quickly stretched out this huge battle. The shadows of the people who were still alive and fighting extended to the walls of the narrow alley and the scattered petals.
Some members of Jiuche Xiaoying's tribe broke through the siege and were able to escape, but they were immediately caught up by the pursuers and stabbed to death with a halberd.
The battle line on the river bank was like an endless beacon, dragging the color of blood and fire farther, making it shocking under the sky.
