The spring moon is warm and the ice and snow melts, and spring floods begin to follow. SD Many places are full of water and the road is slippery and muddy. Even so, it has been the past four or five days.

Southwest of SD, more than 100 miles near Jeju.

A team of more than a thousand people, horse teams and walking lightly. On the carriage, a man with white hair and beards sat and lie in the carriage, looking quietly at the book in his hand. On the side was a woman who looked only beautiful and combing his long hair. She was saying something from time to time, and her words were a little blurred. Sometimes she would laugh twice, and the man would echo and laugh twice, and the two of them seemed to be in line.

"The Lord, Dulonggang is ahead."

At this time, outside the carriage, Cao Shaoqing drove over with a white dragon sword tied around his waist. While talking, he pointed his fingers not far ahead.

The team reached a high slope, and the curtain was lifted in the car. Bai Muqiu looked in the direction he pointed out, a dead forest burning trees, and behind, there were black marks on the broken earth wall and dark red blood stains, and after several months of washing, he could still clearly imagine how tragic the battle situation was. With martial arts, as he became deeper, Bai Muqiu's eyes were more clearly seen than before.

The houses were empty, the crooked and collapsed houses were in ruins, broken walls, and the once prosperous Zhujiazhuang had long been deserted.

"Professing one's kindness?...Haha... Why do you need to say that killing people in the village is so magnificent... Hypocritical..." Bai Muqiu lowered the curtain and ignored it. There was more than one tragedy in Zhujiazhuang. If Hujiazhuang and Lijiazhuang had not surrendered early, they would have become ruins like Zhujiazhuang, without leaving any people and animals.

However, it is quite in line with the style of robbers. For example, Xifu's parents encountered the same thing that robbers entered the village, robbed everything and killed everything.

For Liangshan, except for the group of surrendered generals who just defeated and surrendered, Bai Muqiu was not very optimistic about the rest of the people. Some of them were definitely killed on his list, such as Li Kui and Bao Xu who liked to kill.

The carriage continued to move forward, more than a hundred miles away, not too far. It was quite far away for the times at this time without horses. When it approached Jeju, it was already dusk and it gradually became colder.

"The Lord, the subordinates have sent a quick horse to the Jeju Prefecture Office and informed the prefect to vacate the mansion." Cao Shaoqing did things without any leakage, and he did things with great pleasure.

"I... don't want to sit in the government office today..."

Bai Muqiu collected the book and looked at the sky before saying, "Go to Dongxi Village to see it. I will ask the prefect to come to Anle Village tomorrow. I will come to see you in my hometown."

Strictly speaking, Bai Muqiu himself has no feeling about Anle Village, but after all, it is the hometown of this body. He also has a second brother and a third sister in his family, so he has to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

It was to let the real Bai Ning return to his hometown and return home in glory. If possible, after the collection of Liangshan, he would take his brother and sister to Bianliang, and the huge mansion would also have a little popularity.

After turning southwest, approaching Yuncheng, you can see many passers-by on the pipeline. There are many pedestrians dressed in rags and withered and yellow faces, but they are much better than the scene I saw in Dulonggang before.

Afterwards, they did not enter the city. They turned around and left Guanlu and went to Dongxi Village. After the night gradually fell, the team of thousands of people stopped at a manor. Zaoyi Fanzi immediately searched around and checked. After not finding any danger, he asked Bai Muqiu and Xifu to go.

Under the torch.

The house in front of me was exposed with a trace of dilapidated desolation. The dead leaves were piled up on the stone steps in front of the courtyard, and there was no shortage of rustling sound when I walked up.

Under the escort of two teams, Bai Muqiu walked into the main hall in the middle with Xifu Long Jue Tiger, pushed open the door, and some dust fell down, and a torch swept inside. The inside was full of everything, but there was a layer of dust and less anger.

On the wall in the middle of the main hall, there is a portrait of a burly and majestic man with a handsome face and expression.

Cao Shaoqing took a step forward and suddenly pointed to the incense burner under the portrait. A little bit of incense pillar was cut off, leaving a little warmth. Bai Muqiu raised his hand and hooked his fingers. The monks behind him immediately scattered and went to the wing room to search again.

"This...it must be King Chao."

Bai Muqiu looked at the portrait and sighed slightly, saying, "It's a pity for the king. Once he dies, Liangshan will no longer be Liangshan."

"My husband...what are you talking about?"

Xifu raised his head and looked at the man beside him.

When Cao Shaoqing heard this, he heard the sound of the white dragon sword being unsheathed, jumped up and stabbed the beam and pillar. He saw a black shadow turning over the beam and pillar, wielding something to knock the sword body away. Suddenly, his body stood up and hit the white-haired man.

Bai Muqiu didn't even look at it. He spread his cloak to cover Xifu in his arms. He raised his right arm up and pressed the Baling copper iron rod with his palm. With a squeak, five fingerprints were pinched into one end of the copper rod as thick as an arm, and then twisted it.

The man in the air screamed angrily, raised his body and kicked him, just to look forward to Xifu.

"act recklessly."

Bai Muqiu hugged Xifu and moved his position. He raised his cloak. A wooden chair behind him was carried up, and it hit the man's legs with a bang, which broke into pieces. The man limped on his feet after landing, and still held a copper stick to beat him. Suddenly, a white dragon sword hit the copper stick and stirred it. Cao Shaoqing inserted it in and blocked Bai Muqiu.

At this moment, a lot happened. Xifu then realized that he actually raised a wooden bench and wanted to smash the man, "You...beat your husband...I... want to smash you..."

Bai Muqiu took off the stool from her hand, smiled, and let her sit down.

However, Cao Shaoqing and the man had already rushed out of the main hall and played several rounds in the middle of the yard. The soapy man who heard the news around him had already blew the water surrounding him, and hundreds of arrows were on the bowstrings and pointed at each other.

A man lifted a wooden chair and wiped it clean and placed it on the stone steps of the eaves. Bai Muqiu sat down and said in a cold tone: "I seem to have no acquaintance with you, why should I take action?"

The man had good martial arts skills. He blocked a sword with a stick and pushed Cao Shaoqing away. He said, "I just hid on the beam and pillar and did nothing, but you took the first move. Why did you turn the black and white into black? Your ability is similar to that of Song Jiang."

Bai Muqiu knew it in his heart.

He waved his hand to let Cao Shaoqing stop, and asked again: "I see that your qi and blood are unstable. I must have suffered internal trauma, but why did I burn incense and stay in King Chao's old house? Come and tell me... I will not only not kill you... I will also be granted a single official position."

The man was stunned when he heard this. Seeing that there were crossbows around him, he had to hold his fist and said, "Teacher Zhujiazhuang, Luan Tingyu!"
Chapter completed!