Chapter 201 Wind and Rain are coming
Second Brother Gu stared nervously at the Wuzhi monk, as if he could see his wife's hope from him...
The unreliant monk broke a fallen branch, fell to the ground fiercely, bit his teeth, and said fiercely, "No matter what method is used now, it's only in the advanced city. It's important to save people..."
The black crowd rolled, and the unmomented monk appeared under the tall tower of Wuyun City...
"Go into the city, enter the city..." The hoarse shouts echoed in the four fields, and endless sound waves rolled towards the head of the city, making the soldiers with weapons at the head of the city begin to turn white...
The red flag at the head of the city became stalemate and looked listless...
The unwavering monk suddenly waved his hand back, and the sound slowly calmed down, but countless people still stared at the tall buildings in Wuyun City, as if it were a piece of fat meat...
Mr. Qian's head with a silver helmet appeared from the city stack, with a barely piled majesty on his face...
"Is it the king's land under the whole world? Is it the king's minister on the shore of the earth? Today, we people will not be able to live. Today, the holy emperor is world-class and will definitely give us ant-like people a way to live..." The unscureable monk bent down slightly and said in a loud voice, but no one can see the disdain in his eyes and Cold...
"No ambition...big...master."
The Wuzhi monk interrupted Mr. Wu Ren and said, "Master, I'm still vulgar. I'm no longer a Buddhist. Just call me Wuzhi..."
Mr. Wu Ren stretched his neck so that the underground people could see the smile on his face. Then he made a sad face and said, "Dear villagers, Mr. Ben Qian is very sympathetic to your experience, but you all know that Wuyun City is the foundation of the country. I believe you all know that I hope you can understand my difficulties. Brothers act according to the instructions above. You will definitely not embarrass me, right?" While talking, he turned his eyes to the unrecented monk standing like a mountain on a small mountain bag...
The unreveiled monk crushed a raised stone under his feet and stepped into the hard ground with his toes. A sneer appeared on his face. He raised his head and took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Well, sir, although we are a parable, we are also reasonable people. If the official opens the door, we will wait If you can enter this city, you must ask for a way to live, and you will never do anything wrong. If there is any violation, please ask me if I have no intention..."
Both sides are unyed, and each want to achieve their own goals...
At this time, the black crowd in the distance was rolling, and several figures rushed to the unrewish monk. A man said to him urgently, "No, Mrs. Gu began to bleed heavily and urgently needed medical treatment... Be sure to go to the city quickly..."
The ambitious monk's face became impatient, and the muscle lines on his face became tight. He raised his foot and kicked a stone into the wall dozens of feet away. He couldn't wait to cut it out a hole and said angrily, "Dear officials, many of these young fellow villagers need treatment. If they don't open the door again No wonder the little rudeness..." He waved his hand into the air, and then drew a fierce arc
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The black crowd began to **, and countless steps stepped on the ground rhythmically, thong sounded, and countless sticks poked on the ground, as if it were a storm. An irrepressible momentum rose to the sky, and anger burned towards the head of the city, as if to burn down the north gate of Wuyun City...
"Open the door, open the door..." The sound waves have changed from small to large, rising one after another like the tide... If you don't see such a battle, you will be scared...
Dongfang Wentian, dressed in brocade clothes, is sitting quietly at the military aircraft in the center of Wuyun City. He has a cup of tea in his hand and has been staring at it for a long time... Next to him is Su Helu, a university scholar of Hanlin Academy, one of the three ministers who cares about his facial features, three blue beards, bright eyes, and a pair of The appearance of clearing. Everyone knows that it is the head of the imperial minister who mastered the words of the current Xuanhuang Dynasty - Zuodu Royal History. No civilian general in the world is fearless... Today, it is the two of them on duty at the military aircraft...
"Prime Minister, do you see any mystery?" Zuodu Yushi Su Helu gently put a file in his hand on the table and asked.
Today's prime minister Dongfang Wentian gently put the light green tea on his lips and took a sip. The fragrance of Longjing before the rain instantly made people's lips and teeth remain fragrant. This is the favorite tea of today's prime minister, but Dongfang Wentian's face can's face can't see any intoxication. In his deep eyes, there are only solemn and even unconcealed worries...
Dongfang Wentian's eyes did not turn, and his voice was low, as if talking to himself. He whispered, "I seem to smell a trace of gunpowder..." After a pause, he continued to say, "In today's world, natural and man-made disasters are endless. The whole dynasty is on a huge dry wood stack, and a little Mars will make the whole dry wood pile burn. Get up, but we are the first..." He pondered slightly and then said, "The spark seems to be in front of us, if one is not handled properly..." He was silent and did not continue to talk, and the heavy atmosphere made the servants around him a little breathless...
"Therefore, it is a wise move for us to let Commander Han see..."
The solemnity in Dongfang Wentian's eyes was even more, and he said in a low voice, "This matter is extraordinary. I hope Commander Han can deal with the benefits, but..." He was silent again and did not continue...
The heavy but strong-willed voice rolled up the hurricane in the air and rushed towards the gate of Wuyun City with infinite power... An eagle flying from afar from the air suddenly rushed straight into the sky. It seemed to be unparalleled pressure from the thousands of waves...
Wu Ren and others in the city have gradually panicked, so they have to send urgent messages to the military aircraft...
"These old men are really calm. If these refugees come in, they won't sweep away the things in Wuyun City..."
Mr. Wu Ren has already thought about all the methods, but he still can't calm the anger of those refugees. After all, the role of some empty checks is limited. All he can do now is wipe the fine sweat on his forehead over and over again...
The afternoon sun gradually lost its power, and the elongated shadow turned the black crowd into a dark shadow...
Some people have tied their arms with white linen, which is that their relatives in the family can't stand hunger and injuries, and finally die... Just like this, they died outside the high city of Wuyun City, and the grief in people's hearts slowly fermented into a full of anger... And Wuyun City is the target of this countless black crowd. Of...
People in Wuyun City began to panic, all kinds of rumors flew all over the city, and the people in the city began to store all kinds of food in case of emergency... I don't know when the good day became gloomy...
"Brother, your second sister-in-law...she has a difficult delivery...and died." Gu Erge said in front of the unwise monk with a runny and tears. His face was filled with sadness. The couple came all the way and supported each other. Although they were bitter, they felt sweet in their hearts. At this moment, the person who has been nagging him has closed his eyes forever. How can he not feel sad? He sobbed and said, "One corpse and two lives!"
The face of the unscrupulous monk is even more gloomy than the sky and has gradually turned into an iron-blue color. He thinks of the good woman who cares about him more than his sister-in-law. No matter how bitter they are, they will always smile...
"The sky is unfair, and everything is a pig and dog..." The heart of the ambitionless monk was full of grief and indignation. He thought fiercely: "Buddha said, endure, but the lives of these good people are not guaranteed at all. Here, the center of this dynasty was originally the last support, but it did not give a trace of warmth to his people. Warm..." He could feel the people behind the tall wall who stared at them with caution...
A kind of uncontrollable pain and anger almost made him roar. He bit his teeth fiercely, and his bald head shone brightly in the afterglow, but there was a green look like a wolf in his eyes... People dare not face it... Then, he slowly raised his head and stared carefully at the wall that slowly turned red in the afterglow...
"Eat the last grain. Roast all the voles and sparrows that can be found. This is the first order handed down by the unspiring monk. Then, he walked to the black crowd without looking back... Like a tiger that has been eating people, and no one dares to block his footsteps...
An hour later, many strong refugees have been organized and gathered to the front of Wuyun City. At a glance, everyone is very tough... It is almost negligible that the people in Wuyun City do not know martial arts, and obviously these people' martial arts should belong to the best among these countless crowds... From these dozens It is not difficult to select some outstanding martial arts among the crowd...
Food is the biggest reward for these strong people...
Because of the black crowd**, a team of 2,000 people has been sent to the city. Obviously, the strange movements outside the city have made the people in the city have a lot of vigilance...
The ungry monk stood in front of countless people. I don't know when he had a thick black stick in his hand, but it was made of black iron, and his eyes stared at the tall five-cloud wall with a cold look... Behind him were countless strong men with various weapons, full of mountains and fields...
Facing the arrows shining in the afterglow on the tower, the Wuzhi monk has raised the black black iron stick in his hand...