In a moment of daze, countless chaotic noises still buzzed in his ears, and the scene in the darkness turned into a sea of blood, with waves rising and falling. Search: \(¨Complete¨Book¨God¨Station¨) to read high-quality literature for free.

The waves transformed into a surging crowd, and in the frantic slaughter, there was Wanyan Xiyin's cry of "Ah—", followed by a fountain of blood and a flying head.

On the other side of the field of vision, that figure rushed out of the crowd. It was his wife's figure. Her character had always been firm and decisive. In mid-air, she touched that head and hurled it towards him.

At that moment, he seemed to be able to see the resolute look in his wife's eyes, and even a trace of attachment in the depths of her eyes. Then his wife fell, rushing towards those Jurchen generals, and was finally swallowed up by the crowd and the waves of blood...

A man does not easily shed tears, and he was already fifty years old. Only in that instant did he feel the taste of tears.

The night forest echoed with sounds. Fu Lu woke up from the tree. The injuries on his body had become numb, and they had begun to make his spirit tired and dazed. He reached out and touched the head in the bundle in front of his chest, gritted his teeth, jumped off the branch, and ran hard towards a more distant place.

Behind him, the Jurchen cavalry were still chasing closely...

...

The corpse exuded a stench in the air, and the dragon tattoo writhed in the ruins.

On the body, countless wounds had shattered those tattoos that could originally be seen into fragments.

He wriggled towards a slightly higher place, laboriously turned over, and what fell from the sky was the greyish-white moonlight.

As for why he was still alive, he was already unable to imagine, but at this moment, around his body, in this city that had become ruins, as tens of thousands of corpses began to emit a stench, he looked at the sky and felt for the first time that the moonlight was so beautiful.

Soon after, rain began to fall from the sky, and drops of rain entered his parched lips.

In the darkness, someone staggered to their feet...

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The setting sun, carrying the dampness of the rain, sprinkled its last rays of light on the sky. Zhu Biao saw the note that Ning Yi was looking at and stood for a while.

"That Senior Zhou, I'm afraid he doesn't want to be pushed onto some altar or something..." he said.

"He won't mind," Ning Yi replied simply, looking down.

The wind blew from this field, making autumn feel even colder.

Looking back on it, his contact with Zhou Tong had only been a mere two times, and each time the meeting seemed to end somewhat unhappily.

The first time was in Shandong when he was entrusted by the Grand Commandant's office to come and kill him. Although he didn't make a move in the end, the three-punch agreement with Hong Ti caused Hong Ti to be injured and vomit blood. In addition, he later meddled in other people's business and told Hong Ti about the relationship between master and disciple, implying that it would be best for Hong Ti to leave him, which made Ning Yi dislike this old man with a serious face very much.

The second meeting was at the beginning of last year, when Tao Ting County arrested that group of martial artists, and Zhou Tong suddenly appeared. At first glance, it seemed that he was pleading for those martial artists, but later he learned that he was trying to stop those martial artists from attacking him, and rushed thousands of miles to Tao Ting overnight. Even so, Ning Yi still didn't like this old man.

After all, they were both people with extremely rigid views on life, each with their own self-consistent and mature methods of doing things, and both were top figures in their respective fields. After being able to see through each other's actions, the places they didn't agree with were also difficult to hide. But even so, the old man did those things in his field with a righteous spirit, and Ning Yi still admired him after all.

The war had just begun, and all the news was piled together, stuffing it at everyone. The old man had always been vigorous and invincible in the world. Even Lin Zongwu, a master like him, clamored to challenge him every day. It was really just a laugh when he thought about it. No one really thought that something would happen to this righteous old man. But unexpectedly, the war had just begun, and he died in such a thing.

But thinking about it the other way around, this kind of ending seems to be the most suitable for that old man. Although success or failure may be death, how could that old man lag behind or hesitate in assassinating the commander of the invaders?

Thinking about it this way, it becomes what it should be...

In any case, the news of the old man's death always made people feel empty in their hearts.

"Killed eight generals, but didn't kill Nianhan. Moreover, gathered dozens of Green Forest people, but there were not as many people who came to kill me, really..." Ning Yi looked at the rice fields by the roadside not far away, shook his head, and muttered.

When he said this, Zhu Biao didn't know what to say, and there was also some melancholy in his eyes. After a while, he thought of something: "But, speaking of which... wouldn't Sister-in-law be the number one in the world?"

"Hong Ti ah..." Ning Yi thought about it, then looked at Zhu Biao, revealing a strange and evil smile, "Yes, haha, what you said... seems right."

"Haha."

"Hahahaha."

"..."

"..."

"Do you know, there are some people, when they are alive, you don't like them, you are not happy with them. But one day you suddenly hear that they are dead, and you feel that they shouldn't have died like this. This kind of person is truly one who has lived a lifetime..."

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The same news spread all over half the world, carrying different meanings in the ears of different people. Some were sad, some were happy, some were melancholy, some were indifferent, and of course, more were ordinary people who didn't understand who Zhou Tong was. In the overall situation of the Jin soldiers going south, a group of martial artists' desperate struggles did not bring about a tide-reversing effect, like insignificant little waves, which were instantly swept into the滔滔great tide.

In Xiangzhou, when he suddenly heard the news of Zhou Tong's death, Yue Fei was raising money to replenish weapons and armor for the more than 300 Xiang army soldiers under his command. He raised 150 taels of silver and was preparing to hand the silver over to the officials in charge of military equipment when he heard the news of Zhou Tong's death.

He hadn't seen his master for a long time either.

Under Zhou Tong's guidance, Yue Fei learned his skills. After completing his studies, Yue Fei went to join the army. Zhou Tong traveled all over the world, upholding justice, and passed through Tangyin three times, sending some silver to his family. Yue Fei only met Zhou Tong once. As Zhou Tong's last direct disciple, the two had the same serious side in their personalities. Yue Fei could understand his master's thoughts. Once he had completed his studies, he would not interfere too much in his disciple's affairs, but his expectations for his disciples were self-evident.

"Walk the right path."

When he left the apprenticeship, the old man just said this simple sentence. Perhaps it was also because the teacher's spirit and body were too good, so when the bad news came, he was also somewhat dazed. He stood on the street for a while, then walked into the agreed-upon restaurant with red eyes and handed the bag containing the silver to the official in charge of distributing military supplies.

The other party asked him to stay and drink, but he left with an excuse. The official who stayed behind opened the bag and looked at it. On the silver ingots, there were clear finger marks that had been squeezed out by hand.

"Barracks hooligans..." the official curled his lips, muttered in a low voice, drank a glass of wine, and then left, singing a little tune.

Soon after, the soldiers under Yue Fei received their equipment.

Many Green Forest people gradually learned of Zhou Tong's death from Bamboo Records' publicity, but that was later. Related to this, a man who was once named Lin Chong, and later renamed Mu Yi, learned of this news in the chaotic situation much later. At that time, the news of the old man's sacrifice had spread all over the world.

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In autumn, in an inn near the Miao border, a loud bang rang out, and the floor collapsed.

Several important leaders of the Great Bright Religion ran downstairs, and in the chaos, they saw the most embarrassing side of their leader.

The huge Lin Zongwu directly stepped on the floor from upstairs and fell down, just stepping on a table of wine and dishes below, and the spilled soup and water hung on his body, also frightening the several people who were eating around him.

In Lin Zongwu's left hand, he clutched the note that had brought the news, and his right hand was clenched tightly. He just stood there blankly in the wreckage of the round table, completely unaware that the vegetable soup and other things were sliding down his body. After a while, his teeth moved grimly.

"Ah ah ah ah... ah—"

The roar came from his throat, and as he raised his head, it began to continuously rise higher. The sunlight shone in, and his wide brocade robe was dancing. The sound expanded in all directions, like a reckless bull, like a loud bell, gradually like a sea tide, like thunder, and under the impetus of powerful inner strength, it seemed that the entire inn was shaking. The sound could be heard for several miles and lasted for a long time.

"Who said... he could just die like this..."

When the sound finally stopped, they saw Lin Zongwu, with red eyes, shaking the note in his hand, and then finally walking out in a daze. When he passed the pillar outside the inn, he punched the wooden pillar with his hand. After a while, half of the inn, which had been carelessly built, collapsed behind him.

Dust rose, pedestrians were running, and Lin Zongwu looked at the sunlight. Everything became pale.

There had been an era that should have belonged to him, but because their strength was not enough, they were ultimately forced by Fang La and others to leave the center of the era. When he came out this time, he hoped that this was his era, and he also knew that this should be his era. He wanted to compete with that old man, and if it was that Iron Arms, he was willing to pay a huge price to seek a victory.

The only pity was that Zhou Tong was old. Even if he really faced him, he would feel somewhat victorious.

But now, he had completely lost even this one opportunity.

At the moment he received the news, Lin Zongwu suddenly understood that from now on, no matter who he defeated, in the eyes of the world, he could no longer surpass that old man.

...

If there are heroes in the world, why begrudge this head to see heroes...

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The afternoon of the day after receiving the news of Zhou Tong's death,

The convoy approached the temporary camp of the Wu Rui Army. At the entrance of the camp, queues came and went, and cavalry came and went. It was also a busy scene.

Qin Shaoqian, with a big beard, led his personal soldiers out to greet him. This 50,000-strong army, which had originally guarded the area near Shandong and had also contributed when Ning Yi attacked Liangshan, was now commanded by him.

"You've arrived," Qin Shaoqian cupped his hands at Ning Yi.

"I've arrived," Ning Yi also cupped his hands.

Wanyan Zongwang's military might threatened Jinan, and Wanyan Zonghan besieged Taiyuan. The promotion about Zhou Tong's death was sent to the surrounding areas mixed in with many orders. At the same time, the large-scale policy of clearing the fields and emptying the countryside had already begun. There were many more things waiting for them to do...

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