A man dressed as a vendor appeared in front of Hongxiu. The two held hands and were excited for a while. This person was a scout sent by Wu Yonglin to Muchuan Mansion, named Changjiang. He also tried his luck when he came to Jinhe Mansion. He didn't expect to see Manager Wu. He reported to Manager Wu about the situation in the recent foreign countries: the soldiers and horses in the foreign countries have been frequently mobilized recently, and when he came here, there were a lot of carriages and horses transported to Muchuan Mansion along the way.

There is no doubt that the war between the two countries is about to begin. He knew that this day would always come. He didn't expect that all the things he did could not fundamentally change. He is now worried that everything in Hongshanzhai would rise up and want to fly back immediately. But Wu Yonglin knew that he must be calm at this time, otherwise the situation would only become more and more chaotic.

He summoned all the Yangtze River, Hongxiu, and Song Ningxue together: "Do you know why I called all of you here today?"

"We are going back to Hongshanzhai."

Changjiang and Hongxiu were already dancing happily, while Song Ningxue still looked cold and cold.

"When will we set off?" Hongxiu asked hurriedly.

"It's not us, it's you." Wu Yonglin said quietly.

"Ah." Changjiang, Hongxiu, and Song Ningxue looked at him in disbelief.

"Why not go with us?"

"My goal is too big, there are too many people watching me here. You can first meet at the designated location we discussed. The road in Muchuan Mansion cannot be left anymore. We must return as the same way. According to the method I taught you before, it is easy for us to get out of that forest. The Yangtze River brings a message to all the brothers who are still active in Muchuan Mansion and return to the inner city immediately."

"Don't worry, Manager Wu, the other brothers have returned to Hongshanzhai, and now I am the only one in Fanbian."

"If you can't wait for me to meet you within three days, you must leave immediately and don't think about returning to find me.

After returning, I told the leader of Yue Village: Let her not be attached to every grass and tree there. If there is no one, there will be nothing left. I immediately let the whole village go west. There is a place called Shu to the west. That place is suitable for us to start over. There are large forests, towering peaks, endless wild game, and the land is fertile, much richer than our current place. And after the past, we may be able to truly get rid of the red shirt teaching.

Xueer, there is one thing that must be you. You know the situation in Xicheng better than both of them. You must go back first and tell Master Zhou Xunzhou of Xicheng to prepare early. By the way, you will bring a message to Ah San and Erbao and let them go south. A year ago, I bought the old house of Wu in Jinling and asked them to take all their friends there for the time being. After passing this level, we will make a comeback. Xueer, you really have no place to go, and you can also go to the old house of Wu family to wait for me to come back. I know that you are not in the right way with Yue Ling'er in Hongshanzhai, and you don't have to make it with her. If I really can't come back, you can find someone better than me to marry..."

"Stop, who do you think I am? I have been pestering you all my life, and I will never let you go if I become a ghost.

Why did you have to kill me? You know that I will be with you when I die." Song Ningxue's eyes were already filled with tears, and she pierced deeply into Wu Yonglin's arms, and she never wanted to be separated from him again.

"You know that there are not many people around me now. I trust you with such an important thing. You should understand me." After Wu Yonglin said that, he had already kissed Song Ningxue's pretty face that was crying with pear blossoms, and added the tears of bitterness that surged from her eyes into her mouth, and said jokingly: "Don't taste so strong in normal times, you can pickle cabbage."

"Hate, it's time, and there's not a little bit of it yet."

"This is called true nature. If I didn't have this kind of happiness in suffering, do you think you would fall in love with me?"

Song Ningxue knew that he was comforting herself at this time. This was the first time she was reluctant to let go of this separation and death. She couldn't imagine the outcome that would come later. Wu Yonglin was right. No one more suitable person to do this than herself. She couldn't find an excuse to refuse. She had to clean up everything silently. When it was dawn, she and Hongxiu disguised themselves and left the city one after another. Looking at the Reclining Buddha Temple in the distance of Jinhe Mansion, Song Ningxue cried again and even Hongxiu next to her was infected. Jinhe Mansion, goodbye, Xiao Zhijun, goodbye.

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When Hu Zhengyan heard that the Barbarian King was rejected by Wei Chao, his whereabouts were unknown. He knew that his opportunity had come. The opportunity to defeat Manager Wu had come. This thorn in his eyes and a thorn in his flesh would not be eliminated. Unexpectedly, God gave him such a good opportunity. In addition, during this period, he finally found out the truth about Xuan Wenhu's murder from the madam of "Fengyuelou" and Chuntao. The new and old hatreds can be settled with the one named Wu.

After knowing all this, Chopard smiled. Although he felt very sorry for this person's talent, the major event was about to begin and he could not help but be kind to a woman. Moreover, this person has a close connection with Wei Chao. Since he can't get it, he is the only one who can do it.

When Ha Congwudang learned that the target was Wu Yonglin, he was shocked. He didn't know what to do. He asked Ha Mier to send a letter to his husband, but when he brought his confidant over there, he saw Ha Mier who was blocked outside the Reclining Buddha Temple. It was surrounded by officers and soldiers, and even a bird could not fly in. It turned out that Ha Congwu was the last one to know the news.

Xiao Qiang is the commander-in-chief in charge of this operation. He knew that this shopkeeper Wu had saved his wife Xiao Zhijun, who had not passed away. If he killed this person tonight, he would probably only be able to kneel on the washboard every day in the future. He wanted to put some water on him, no matter who killed him, as long as he was not killed under my nose.

Xiao Zhijun was already asleep. She hadn't seen Hongxiu for several days. Where did Hongxiu go? She asked Manager Wu, and Manager Wu asked her to go back to sleep. After tonight, she understood, so she went to bed very early today. She hoped that when she woke up tomorrow, she would meet the foodie Hongxiu and go with her to the "Delicious Street" to have a feast and eat until she could no longer walk.

Xiao Hongling came tonight, and she had been in for a long time. She had not yet come out, and the government troops waiting outside were already a little impatient.

"Do you know? You shouldn't mess with a villain like Hu Zhengyan who is vindictive, and you shouldn't mess with someone like Chopard who can sleep on firewood and eat gall. They once fell in love with a woman at the same time, but in the end they turned aside and became the best partners. Don't you think these two people are so scary?"

"I don't think so, I think they are very pitiful, especially Hu Zhengyan, who helped others raise their daughter for so many years for no reason, but in the end he had to surrender to the person who robbed his woman. Don't you think it would be sad if a person lives like this?"

"I always feel like I've seen you before, but I just can't remember it. Your optimistic attitude reminded me of someone." Xiao Hongling started to have a headache again.

"Listen, the people inside and release Xiao Hou immediately, otherwise everyone inside would die without a complete body." The officers and soldiers who led the temple exclaimed intimidation.

"Master, why do you want to sacrifice so many lives for me, an irrelevant person?"

"Master Wu, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid we'd already gone to hell. We have lived so many more days, and we should have thanked you. And when President Lun left, we would definitely guarantee that you have a good fortune. How can we live up to his responsibilities? If we live alone, it's better to live a happy life."

The monks in the hall looked firm and showed no sign of retreat. They were full of swords and sticks, and they were full of power. Wu Yonglin was also infected by this atmosphere and picked up a steel knife from the weapon stand next to him.

"I used to be a person who was very afraid of death, and I am still very afraid of being unable to go on the road with you guys below.

There are a group of officers and soldiers outside the door who may be more afraid of death than us. Because they have concerns, those who care about have weaknesses, but we have no concerns, so we have no weaknesses. We must let them know who is the real strong man.

I hope we can all walk out of here alive. If we unfortunately die today at the hands of those who are even more timid than us, I hope we will be brothers again in the next life.

I am me, a different firework.”

"Kill...Kill...Kill" the sounds of hundreds of people were deafening, and they kept echoing in the temple. The sound of "Dangdang" in the distance was like the war drums that went to war, playing the most beautiful music for the heroes at the end of the road, and the crowd became even more excited. Wu Yonglin looked back at Xiao Hongling and smiled at her. This was how they bid farewell to each other. Wu Yonglin was waved at her and was the first to pounce on her.

He could have taken her as a hostage, but Wu Yonglin was already very grateful to her from the bottom of his heart. In fact, Wu Yonglin was quite pitiful to Xiao Hongling. A barbarian king never loved her at all, and there was also her relative, but he had been using her. He had no eyes on his sword and arrow, so why should he take on her life like a flower?

The end of the song, the strings are broken, and the end of the prosperity is empty.

After the first round of arrow rain, dozens of monks who had just rushed over fell down like hedgehogs, blood flowing, which was scary, but this did not scare away the successor. The officers and soldiers who were rushing to prepare for the second round of arrow rain were rushed to pieces by the wind and fire sticks thrown from the air. The officers and soldiers on the periphery had already fought with the monk who rushed to the first round. The spear Shuoshuo, the sharp spear head passed through his chest, and before he could even get back to a monk who had never died, a monk holding a simple knife swung his knife from the side and cut off his hands. The monk turned his body and pressed over to the wailing broken hand man. When he died, the monk was very peaceful. He saw the gorgeous fireworks, and these miserable scenes were constantly taking turns in the land of the former Living Buddha.

Xiao Qiang had already understood the officers and soldiers below, and these people were already willing to let go. Wu Yonglin usually looked like a businessman in front of outsiders. His continuous exchange with monks these days has made his martial arts much more sophisticated. Wu Yonglin raised his sword and made the reputation of "Wu Sandao" famous again. His sharp eyes were like a predatory beast. His potential in his body was stimulated. Wherever he passed, he left blood rain and countless broken limbs, which surprised Chopard, who was watching the battle in the distance.

Holding the blunt blade that had been stained with blood and minced meat, Wu Yonglin looked back at the monks who had been extremely killed. Deep in their hearts, these monks had resisted killing, and the lethality of the wind and fire sticks was limited. At this time, they were squeezed into the battle circle by the official army, and more than half of the monks were killed or injured, but they always moved closer to the direction where Wu Yonglin was. No matter how painful the price they paid, this always became their ultimate protection target.

"Sir." A childish shout did not cause much commotion in the crowd, but Wu Yonglin heard it very clearly. He looked towards the little girl. A familiar face blinked at him. Wu Yonglin understood it and rushed over first. The monks behind him followed closely. Perhaps because Wu Yonglin had already been covered in blood and dispersed, and the power of ghosts and gods, the officers and soldiers at that place had not had time to organize a defense circle. Everyone seemed to be scared out of their courage, and they shouted heart-wrenchingly, and quickly threw away their armor and dispersed like birds and beasts.

After breaking out of the encirclement, Wu Yonglin led the remaining monks to the nearest city gate. At this time, the person guarding the city was not Ha Congwu's subordinate. The person who came carried a Qingfeng gun and stepped on a red horse with his eyes as if he was practicing. He was calm on his face with a Chinese character. He was holding a steel knife in his hand. There was no completeness on his body. Wu Yonglin was still bleeding and said sharply: "Put down the weapons in your hand, and I, Tuoba Wuzong, can spare your entire body."

"If you let these little monks go, I can go with you. They are innocent."

"Do you think you are still qualified to negotiate with me now?"

"Do you dare fight alone with me?"

Tuoba Wuzong had never been such a provocation. An unknown soldier dared to challenge him, the number one man in Jinhe Mansion. He looked at him contemptuously, and suddenly used force under his feet. With the power on the horse's back, he broke free from the shackles of the war horse, like a hungry tiger pounced on food, and the gun was like a shadow, and he penetrated Wu Yonglin's right hand holding the knife.

Wu Yonglin was calm and composed. Although he had already spent a lot of energy in front of him, his reaction ability was so keen. Before the Qingfeng Gun approached, he had already made a "rolling lying on the ground" and avoided this powerful attack.

Before Tuoba Wuzong could react, Wu Yonglin made a move first and stuck it on with a "upper step collapse knife". If there is no battle at this time, when the pursuers behind him surrounded him, he and these people would have to explain it to them all here.

Tuoba Wuzong's silver spear danced like a water dragon. How brilliant is this man's martial arts, and his battlefield experience ability is not comparable to that of Wu Yonglin. He seemed to have seen through Wu Yonglin's trick, broke the tip of the spear into a blue brick on the ground, and bent the entire silver spear into a bow. When Wu Yonglin approached, he released the power of the silver spear crashing, and then turned around and took the silver spear that bounced back from Wu Yonglin. With a "Flying Dragon Entering the Sea", he stabbed directly at Wu Yonglin who had just been shaken by the spear bullet and was now leaning against the wall to breathe.

Maybe he didn't expect Wu Yonglin to be subjected to this fierce gun, or maybe he used too much force. Tuoba Wuzong's silver spear took off his hand and nailed Wu Yonglin to the wall through Wu Yonglin's left shoulder. He watched the man bleeding continuously until he stopped twitching.

Tuoba Wuzong looked at the monks around him with a victorious look, and turned sideways to pull back the silver spear that he had just taken. Before he could react, the silver spear he had just taken was broken from the tip of the spear. The person with his shoulders directly followed the gun rod nailed to the wall, braved the unbearable pain of ordinary people, and pulled his body out of the spear. Although blood flowed out along the wound, Wu Yonglin still pressed a steel knife to Tuoba Wuzong's throat.

"With your current injury, I can easily subdue you with my backhand."

"You can try." Wu Yonglin cut a skin on Tuoba Wuzong's throat with the tip of the knife, and a trace of blood oozed out along the tip of the knife.

Tuoba Wuzong was amazed by this person's endurance of courage. Perhaps it was a hero who cherished the hero. He changed his words: "Even if I let you go, with your injuries, I will probably not live for a few days. Why not stay? Maybe there is still a chance to survive. I really want to make friends like you."

"We are not the same people. If we have the chance, I am willing to fight with you on the battlefield. Next time, I will never worship so miserably."

"You go... let go." As the city gate opened, everyone hurriedly ran out of the city. At this time, a war horse in the distance was galloping towards Xiao Hongling. The beauty on the horse seemed extremely anxious, with tears in her eyes.

Wu Yonglin stood by the river, looking at the cold river water, his body gradually became cold, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. The people led by Chopard and Hu Zhengyan gradually got closer, and there was a pretty figure in front of these people.

"The lake is full of frost in the sky, and the black hair is filled with sorrow.

I am alone and only look at each other to protect each other, only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals." The beautiful man murmured a moving melody.

Wu Yonglin, who was originally confused, widened his eyes and murmured: "You are Xinmei, you are Xinmei."

After saying that, she used the last bit of strength from her body and rushed towards the beautiful man. Xiao Hongling was about to catch the true emperor who had made her awaken. Suddenly, a cold arrow shot out from the side, pointing directly at her lover, and she met without hesitation. The blood mist splashed out from her body, like a gorgeous glow, setting off her beautiful figure. She fell into the cold river with reluctance, but at that moment she was the warmest.

This world gave them a chance, but they didn't give them time, so that they could miss it again. The fight next to them continued, but Wu Yonglin could not hear anything at this time. He also threw himself into the river with his beliefs with Ye Xinmei for generations, splashing water. Perhaps, they met again in the Dragon Palace to continue their unfinished love in this life.

That night, all the monks in the Clining Buddha Temple died in battle, and none of them survived. Everything that the Man Shizu had made painstaking arrangements was wasted, but the only thing that made him happy was that the prince was preserved. As for what he would look like in the future, future generations will comment on it.
Chapter completed!