Day and night alternated according to the trajectory of time.

The ancient city rose and fell again between fiery red and gray black.

At the edge of Jiangning City, order has become increasingly chaotic, with large and small firefights and killings occasionally breaking out. Only the teams under the Fair King "Dragon Sage" Fu Pingbo and "Military Sage" Lin Jiaojiu are still trying to maintain

Order and expel the killers, but occasionally, even these law enforcement teams will encounter challenges from groups of people.

The inner circle of the city still maintains a certain degree of peace. The martial arts competition has entered the semi-finals, and the winners hold banquets in the Golden Tower from time to time. For the knights who participated in this lively event, it is admittedly a bit chaotic here, but it is chaotic.

The more powerful he is, the more he attracts the attention of people all over the world. As far as the Jianghu people are concerned, being able to participate in such a grand event is just an honor. As for how to protect oneself in such a situation, there is no war. A little murder and cheating,

What does a street fight mean?

Everyone said this.

Of course, with regard to the progress of the Jiangning conference of the five parties of the Fair Party, more people are actually confused about what happened. The five kings clashed with each other, and the conference was chaotic. Therefore, the situation in the city

It is also getting worse, which is a more acceptable result for many people.

Even the forces from all over the world who are trying to form alliances mostly regard the friction caused by the book club as an ordinary political game. If the game is played on the stage, the people below will take action.

That's it, all the conflicting parties will naturally cease their activities. After all, the harmonious Fairness Party has been developing smoothly in the past, and the Jiangning conference has been building momentum for so long, so the talks won't really break down because of the willfulness of one party, right?

People either confused or enthusiastically participated in this fight...

Of course, on September 20th, the news that King Fairness was about to show off spread throughout the city and brewed for a day. Everyone probably understood that things were about to enter a new stage.

After this day's competition, the celebrations in the city and the conflicts and fighting outside became more and more intense. All kinds of noises were like carnivals, and there was an occasional calm until the early morning. The revenge seekers took advantage of this "final" chaos.

Everyone went their own way, and some middle-level groups under the king also tried to show off their strength and muscles before the King of Fairness expressed his stance, hoping to give their superiors more bargaining chips in formal negotiations.

People came and went, screams and groans rang out, and then gradually disappeared in the hustle and bustle, blood flowed, blood dried up... Under the bridge in front of the ruins of Wuhu Inn, the people hiding here also witnessed one after another.

Farce, those figures appear from time to time, disappear from time to time, sometimes fall down in the field of vision, some people fall off the stone bridge, and the bodies go away along the water...

When the sun rose, the city seemed to be calm for a while. After a few days of chaos, the road above the river embankment was full of garbage. In the burned ruins on the other side of the river embankment, homeless people had built shacks and relied on simple conditions.

Temporary residence, and along the ruins, around more still-formed courtyards, walls have been erected, barriers have been piled up, and there are people patrolling above at any time.

Chaotic sounds came from far and near.

"stop!"

"Don't let them escape..."

"Kill them..."

very messy.

The early morning fog had just dissipated, and the first people running up from the road at this time were three figures carrying burdens and injuries. Seven or eight gangsters were chasing after them. Each of these people was armed with a knife and a gun, two of them.

Behind him was the flag of "Abi Yuantu" under the command of "King Yama", and he shouted loudly, just like a bandit.

Behind the house next to the road, someone poked his head out from behind the fence and looked at this chaotic and ordinary scene. Among the shacks in the ruins of Wuhu Inn, they saw something happened, and several men with knives and guns were also in the ruins.

They stood beside each other, nervously watching the movement, and also protecting the weaker family members in the shack behind.

"Help..."

The three people who were being chased had injuries ranging from minor to serious. One of them was dripping with blood. As they ran, they cried and asked for help... but they saw the banner of "Abi Yuantu" behind them, and the surrounding houses.

No one dared to come forward at this time. They were just warning the other party not to come towards them. As for the pursuers at the rear, they were running and shouting, and they were also surrounding them in large numbers. From time to time, they showed warning looks, and even shouted:

"What are you looking at!"

"Abiyuantu is doing something"

"Catch the book club rebels"

Beside the bridge hole by the river, a little bald man was clinging to the roadside and watching this scene. The three people carrying packages ran past, followed by the pursuers who also rushed past. When he turned around, he saw a fire burning on the riverside, filled with the smell of smoke.

A medicinal smell.

The young monk said to his elder brother Long Aotian who was sitting by the fire: "Abi Yuantu is killing people again."

In the bridge cave, the two figures lying there seemed to be in a state of death. The body of the woman Yueniang had twitched for a while last night. She had not moved for a long time after fainting. Xue Jin was curled up and he didn't know if he had

His condition was only slightly better than Yueniang's when he slept. He was short of food and medicine. In a state of long-term mental and physical exhaustion, people's consciousness has actually become hazy. Ning Ji couldn't tell whether he was awake or not from his breathing.

Sitting in front of the medicine jar, it seemed like he was staying there.

"Amitabha." The young monk murmured, "I know why master asked me to come here...this is also the appearance of all living beings."

He grew up in the Jin region, where there were famines, wars, and even people eating each other, but it was not as violent and chaotic as Jiang Ning showed.

When he first came here, he even felt that there was hope here, and that people all wanted to have a good future. However, the more this happened, the more intense the fighting between people became, and most of the time, they even behaved more inexplicably.

"I'm already starting to hate it here."

After a while, the eldest brother "Long Aotian" on the other side of the bridge said something with disgust, and then said: "...They are back again."

The second half of his sentence was referring to another matter. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two people coming down from the river embankment, leaning their heads to look at the bridge hole for a few times. They were two of the previous pursuers, one of whom was

With flags planted on their backs, they looked here, then turned to look at the small camp in the ruins on the other side of the road to confirm that the two sides were not in the same group.

"Hey, there are two little cubs here..."

"They actually have medicine..."

In troubled times, medicine is a precious commodity.

The two men came here with weapons. They looked at the two adults who were motionless under the bridge. They already had a problem in their hearts. They looked like a family. The two adults were both sick. Maybe they exchanged their last belongings for some.

medicinal materials.

"Hey, your parents..."

The man with the flag behind him spoke. The older young man sat cross-legged by the medicine jar and held his chin. There was still no movement. The little bald man turned his back to the two of them and sighed: "Amitabha..." He reached out and picked up the medicine jar.

stick.

"...They are sick..."

The two of them were talking and walking forward. The long stick in the young monk's hand stretched out backwards and simply hit the lower abdomen of the person walking in front. He retracted it, then pointed upwards like lightning, and hit the person behind him.

On the Adam's apple of the person who planted the flag behind his back.

"oh……"

"Woo..."

These two strokes of the stick were simple and fast, and there was almost no time difference. Even the little monk did not take a closer look at the enemy. One of them covered his belly and curled up on the ground, the other covered his neck and fell on his back, and then rolled on the ground.

, and no one could make any sound.

"Amitabha, I also feel that this place is a bit annoying, but this may be the way to practice in the human world..."

He put the stick aside and sat down boredly.

The two figures rolled on the tidal flat behind for a while, and gradually bowed up. Some people began to cry out in a low voice, and some people coughed hard. At this time, several other pursuers returned, and some of them stood by the river embankment.

On the way, someone came down from above and looked at the scene under the bridge with surprise and uncertainty.

"Hello……"

"Hey hey..."

"What, how...what happened..."

"We are Abiyuantu, who is under the command of King Yama. Who, who did this..."

The two people on the ground were helped up by their companions. The flag bearer who was hit in the Adam's apple stretched out his hand and pointed to the bridge hole in fear. The other person could already speak: "It pricks my hand... small, be careful..."

The boy beside the medicine jar put down the hand holding his chin.

"This is my hometown, my mother's favorite place... They shit in my heart."

After Ning Ji said this, he turned his eyes to the people here, then stood up and walked towards this side with an indifferent expression. He was not tall, and he did not see any weapons, but he walked at a leisurely pace.

Not like ordinary people.

Several people up and down the river embankment were horrified and looked at each other. Many people even looked around warily. Then, they saw another man carrying a flag by the road on the embankment change his expression to solemn.

He looked in the direction and waved his hand.

"Let's go, let's just arrest the traitors..." he said, "No, don't disturb the people..."

The remaining people quickly helped the two injured climb up from under the embankment.

The young man who walked over blinked, a little surprised, but then he looked at these people indifferently, watching them climb onto the street and run away one after another.

After staying here for several days, this is not the first time that similar things have happened. The two teenagers have beaten many people and scared people away several times. At this time, the trouble is temporarily relieved, but they may not be in a good mood.

Ning Ji walked back under the bridge and looked at the weak Yueniang with a depressed mood. The little monk sat cross-legged, lowering his head and counting his toes.

"I heard that something happened to the bad guy named Tiansha, so the people on the other side of King Yama are very angry, and they are going to fight again today..."

"They will fight randomly whether something goes wrong," Ning Ji said.

After he finished speaking, Yueniang's body on the ground suddenly moved slightly. Her hands moved, and then her body twitched and shook a few times. She made a sound of "uh" in her throat, and her eyes opened.

, showing a weak and painful expression.

Ning Ji knelt down and quickly checked her problem, but in fact, what he had received in the past was mostly medical knowledge on battlefield first aid, and he had seen the most severe injuries and near-death situations.
To be continued...