The crescent moon fell in the sky, and the monk in black turned a blind eye to it, holding the horse's shaft with both hands and stabbing hard.

The "Broken Arm Knife" Feilong was using his old moves at this time, just when the old strength was exhausted and the new strength was not born. When he looked back and saw the tip of the spear breaking through the wind, he felt panic and fear in his heart.

In the thin line between life and death, he couldn't help but regret, secretly hating that he had been possessed by ghosts and abandoned the business of the leader of the horse thieves in the desert to play a game of revenge, which might have cost him his life.

"Broken Arm Knife" Feilong was just about to show off his superb riding skills hidden in the pedals. Unexpectedly, his old enemy's killing blow had many variations. Just as he made some movement, the back of his heart was penetrated by Ma Shu's sharp blade. It was like he took the initiative to join in.

It was like going up to die, and in the eyes of Yanyun Shibaqi, he was naturally puzzled.

After killing his old enemy with one blow, Monk Cizhou immediately let go of his weapon and clasped his hands together violently.

Just at the last moment, the monk in black took the white blade with his bare hands and clamped the brilliant crescent moon sword light. The sharp edge passed through his palm. As soon as it touched the center of his eyebrows, it immediately dissipated due to the exhaustion of his strength.

If there are any red marks left.

"This magic sword is the weakest. Even my pair of fleshy palms can compete with it head-on. Fortunately, the magic sword contains many unpredictable and profound mathematical theories such as tangible sword energy, illusion of light, transformation of time and space, etc. I am just

I know a little bit about it. However, I have already deciphered the subtleties of sword energy, and I can only wait for verification in the future."

Now that the old enemy was sentenced to death, many of the Eighteen Yanyun Cavalry under his command died on the spot, and many people were injured. At this time, seeing the death of the big leader with his own eyes, his morale naturally dropped to the bottom.

When they saw the black-clothed monk looking back, with the knight on his crotch, their already tense heartstrings suddenly broke, and they turned around and ran away in a panic. Even their companions who shared life and death forgot to reach out and give him a hand.

The remaining ten people, headed by the eldest brother Wang Batian, abandoned their extra soft armor and weapons, took only a desert scimitar with them, rushed into the darkness desperately, and quickly disappeared into the thick night.

When Monk Cizhou saw this scene, he didn't think about chasing him. He just glanced at the "Broken Arm Knife" flying dragon, sighed softly, turned over, dismounted, walked over, and put the two petals of his heart together.

Once again, he stuffed it back into the cavity of his chest and silently recited the Rebirth Mantra.

"Ashes return to ashes, soil returns to soil. Evil causes planted in the past will bear evil consequences today. In the business world, in the life of licking blood on the blade of a knife, where is the winner-takes-all principle? As the saying goes, come out.

Damn it, you will have to pay it back sooner or later!"

The monk in black sprinkled a handful of sand and gravel, dug a nearby pit and buried his old enemy, then added the last handful of soil to the grave. He did not prepare a tombstone, but only inserted his own sword in front of the grave.

Originally, Monk Cizhou's martial arts cultivation was only about 50-50 equal to that of the "Broken Arm Knife" Feilong, who had mastered the power of the three-point magic sword. However, the black-clothed monk used the deceitful method of war to vent the spirit of his old enemy in advance.

He even made his opponent suffer a lot, so he got a chance to win and secured the victory in advance.

The various forces lurking in the darkness nearby had seen how Monk Cizhou defeated the leader of the horse thieves in the desert, and they all looked at each other with admiration.

After all, they did not expect that the black-clothed monk's martial arts skills were unfathomable, and he would even use various military techniques to attack his opponents, killing the flying dragon with the "Broken Arm Knife" that could even fight head-on.

"It is true that Monk Cizhou won easily, but the effort spent in it is also immeasurable. With such monks who are proficient in military art and martial arts to provide guidance, at least in Jincheng, the Peking Army has no opponent. Since we have nothing to do, we can't

Turning the situation around and choosing to surrender to Zhang Xiaojing is also a way out."

"Wait! What kind of status do we have, how can we kneel down to the former Jincheng Yamen thief Cao? Are we not boosting others' ambitions and destroying our prestige?"

"It would be better for us to pretend to serve under Xiao Gui, the general of the Peking Army, to expand his superficial power and have the capital to openly challenge Zhang Xiaojing, and then incite his subordinates to conflict with Zhang Xiaojing's personal guards, and even fight against each other."

"In this case, the army of beetles will split on its own. Even if Monk Cizhou is magnificent, he will certainly not be able to quell the disputes. At that time, we will take the opportunity to regain the foundation, whether it is to make a comeback or create a new situation.

There is a greater success rate.”

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The monk in black vaguely saw many familiar figures walking away silently in the depths of darkness, returning to the city. However, he said nothing and just watched with cold eyes without taking any further action.

After all, these remnants of the aristocratic families and gangs are all the affairs of the lay disciples under his command. It is no longer justified for him to overstep his authority. Today, he has to make the decision for Zhang Xiaojing. What is the use of him?

Although children are small and staggering, one day they will grow up and leave the arms of their parents, go out to explore the world on their own and see the prosperity of the world.

Thinking of this moment, Monk Cizhou had no intention of turning back to warn. He whistled casually, and three spiritual camels ran out from the depths of darkness. The camel bells hanging under their necks swayed gently, making a sweet sound.

the sound of.

"I have admired the Anxi Protectorate for a long time." The black-clothed monk gently patted the money bag on the camel's back, "My trip is not for sightseeing, but to escort a batch of military supplies worth millions, so as to provide help in times of need.

This move allowed the Anxi Army to accept me. The best thing is to let me go ahead and change my destiny!"

Monk Cizhou's strategic calculation was far-reaching. When he thought about his success, he couldn't help laughing. Then he got on his horse and drove the horse with the blood of Tianshan dragon and horse, leaving Jincheng's sphere of influence and heading towards the direction of the Anxi Protectorate.

As I strolled away, there was a string of camel bells tinkling behind me, which sounded particularly sweet in the lonely night.

I recall that in the early summer, he entered Jincheng alone and accomplished great achievements. Not to mention suppressing the epidemic and weakening its power, just to save the world and save people, I don't know how many lives were saved.

Nowadays, the layout of Jincheng is changing again and again. Most of the industrial and commercial roads, together with the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians, are the foundation of Zhang Xiaojing's army. However, when Monk Cizhou became successful, he still insisted on heading west to connect half of the lost roads.

The Anxi Protectorate, which has been in contact for centuries, wants to welcome those white-haired veterans of the national defense home.

Even though he was alone on his journey westwards, he was surrounded by traps for killing people, ferocious beasts that eat people without spitting out their bones, and horse thieves scurrying around to commit crimes, but the monk in black still did not retreat.

, shoulder your own responsibilities as a matter of course.

After the various forces confirmed that the monk in black had left Jincheng, they couldn't help but worry about it. After all, Monk Cizhou's "iron-cut" approach was really beneficial. They said that others had suffered a bloody disaster recently, either their families were destroyed or their entire families were executed.

No one is his opponent, Duan is the most powerful pillar behind Jincheng's new master, Feng Fei's army.

As a result, those unwilling people were secretly planning conspiracies and tricks that could not be brought to light in the dark corners. They really wanted to regain everything they had lost, including the various industries confiscated by the Peking Army, and return to high-ranking civilians.

A day when you are above the common people, dominating and bringing blessings.

Zhang Xiaojing knew this very well. After learning that his mentor had really left Jincheng, he immediately followed his "father's orders" and completely sealed the Luze Garden in the east of the city. Then he began to squeeze the manpower and material resources of the powerful families in the city to enrich the military resources of the Peking Army.

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In fact, the "millions of military expenses" that Monk Cizhou took away was not a fraud. There really was so much money. However, as a result, the amount of money circulating in Jincheng's trade decreased, and prices rose involuntarily. Coupled with the natural famine,

There are food shortages all over the northern part of the country, and countless people are suffering. Refugees have begun to overflow and appear in large groups.
Chapter completed!