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Now it has passed the sting, it is spring, everything is recovering, flowers and trees are beginning to grow, it should be a vibrant season, but because of the recent banditry, Huangzhou City has no vitality at all, but is a decay. There are even many refugees in boredom and slumping down in boredom, as if they have nothing to love, and these people are okay, they are still alive after all, and they have not been infected with the plague. Others were weeping and wailing, these people who had been infected with the plague and were almost half-dead and those who were dead and decomposing corpses had made the whole city of Huangzhou a human purgatory.

The arrival of Sun Lao is just a drop in the bucket, there are too many people infected with the plague, so many that those doctors in the city can't save them, and what is the effect of Sun Lao alone?

However, Sun Lao, who has been practicing medicine for decades, has an extraordinary appeal in the entire medical community, and under his inform, countless doctors and benevolent doctors are rushing to Huangzhou City, which is tantamount to giving many people a dose of heart medicine.

Of course, Sun Lao can only help in terms of the plague, and the biggest problem facing Huangzhou City now is not only the plague, but also food.

Fortunately, Mu Xiaojiu also came, and he went directly to the mansion of Cheng Huan, the largest grain dealer in Huangzhou, and took his life as a yard, so that Cheng Huan finally decided to open a warehouse and release grain.

No, the business that was just negotiated yesterday has taken action today.

Mu Xiaojiu and Su Lingtian sat in the small shed that Sun Lao had built temporarily, helping Sun Lao take care of the sick number, while watching the Cheng family erect one after another food sheds to distribute food to those victims - a decent bowl of porridge and two steamed buns per person, although it was not very rich, but it was able to make these victims eat enough.

At the same time, under the leadership of the Cheng family, many other wealthy merchants in Huangzhou City also began to give grain. Most of these wealthy businessmen are in an alliance of interests with the Cheng family, and when Cheng Huan told about Mu Xiaojiu's transaction yesterday, and these rich businessmen also saw Cheng Huan's pain with their own eyes, they were also a little frightened, and directly agreed to give food to the victims with Cheng Huan.

"Xiao Jiu, it's really hard for you this time......" Su Lingtian looked at Mu Xiaojiu and couldn't help but sigh, his words were full of apologies, "Don't worry, if the people of the Twelve Dock Waterways of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River dare to trouble you, we won't sit idly by." ”

Mu Xiaojiu said with some tears and laughter: "You're almost there, I said it, even if there is no such thing, the twelve serial dock waterways of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River will definitely not let me go." They have formed an alliance with Dayuan, and I have done such a thing, how can they let me go? ”

Su Lingtian looked at Mu Xiaojiu with an indifferent face, and didn't know what to say.

At this time, there were several voices of victims talking about the disaster.

"Alas, I really didn't expect that Master Cheng, who has never pulled out a dime on weekdays, actually opened the rice warehouse and released the grain."

"Yes, I don't know how this Master Cheng changed his personality and turned into a great good person."

Mu Xiaojiu smiled and whispered to Su Lingtian: "Look, isn't it very good, the Buddhists say that saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, although I am indirect now, but there should be hundreds and thousands of layers of floating slaughter towers." ”

Su Lingtian smiled reluctantly, and was about to say something, when suddenly a horse rushed over from the corner of the street, rushing straight towards Su Lingtian, before the person arrived, the anxious shout had already been heard, "Su Qianhu!" Su Qianhu! Those bandits came again, just in time for the Wudang disciples and some players to rush back, and the two sides were already fighting outside the South City Gate! Go check it out! ”

As soon as Su Lingtian heard this, he immediately threw the sweat towel in his hand to the side, lifted the knife and walked forward, saying as he went: "You go and call my men and horses, gather at the South City Gate, and prepare to go out to support!" ”

Mu Xiaojiu was not idle, he looked at Yang Tiexin who was looking at him with a straight face, and nodded lightly, "Uncle Yang, you go out with Xiaotian, Nianci, don't go, help Sun Lao here first." Xiaotian, you take Uncle Yang with you, he is a descendant of the Yang family, and the Yang family gun is a first-class marksmanship on the battlefield, which can help you. I'm not used to battlefield cooperation, so I'll take a step forward and see those martial arts people. ”

Su Lingtian didn't hesitate, nodded directly, and took Yang Tiexin to the south city gate, while Mu Xiaojiu took a shortcut and rushed all the way out of the city from the roof of the house.

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This time to support Huangzhou City, the Wudang Seven Heroes did not all arrive, only Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu really arrived here. At this time, these three people were leading the Wudang disciples under their doors to form a large formation to resist the impact of the bandits.

Although the formation temporarily blocked the attack of the bandits, but these three people were more and more frightened, it turned out that there were five old men who made swords on the opposite side, and all of them were in the hall, and two of them had even reached the first-class realm, you must know that among the seven heroes of Wudang, even Yu Lianzhou, who had the best martial arts, was only in the realm, as for Song Yuanqiao, who was still weaker than Yu Lianzhou, he was only first-class, as for the remaining few people, remove the crippled Yu Daiyan and the self-killing Zhang Cuishan, and the remaining Zhang Songxi is only first-class, Yin Li Pavilion and Mo Shenggu are even more at the bottom of the hall, how can such a situation not make the three of them frightened?

"Senior brother, what is the origin of those five old men, their swordsmanship is so clever." Mo Shenggu blocked a sword, retreated to Song Yuanqiao's side, and asked suspiciously.

Song Yuanqiao sighed, "These five old men are the five swordsmen in the twelve serial dock waterways of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River. ”

At this time, the Broken Door Sword Commander among the Five Great Swordsmen heard Song Yuanqiao's words and said coldly: "You Song Yuanqiao is still a little knowledgeable. Hmph, I heard that there was no successor to Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect, but I didn't expect that among his disciples, there was not even one who entered the master realm, and he wasted a god-shattering master in vain. ”

If this Broken Door Sword Sect only talked about Song Yuanqiao and a few people, they would still be patient, but at this time, this Broken Door Sword Sect actually mentioned Zhang Sanfeng, which made Song Yuanqiao and the three of them furious, and said directly and coldly: "Your Excellency is so big, today my three brothers will ask you for advice." ”

Although what he said was powerful, Song Yuanqiao and the others didn't know that the three of them were definitely not the opponents of these five great swordsmen, and if they really fought hard, they were afraid that they would all die today. But when it comes to the reputation of Wudang and his master Zhang Sanfeng, the three of them have to give it a go.

At that moment, eight people and eight swords began to fight like this.

Here, Song Yuanqiao resisted the Broken Door Sword and Teng Lei Sword, Zhang Songxi faced the Butterfly Sword and the Mandarin Duck Sword, and Mo Shenggu, who had the worst strength, also faced the Lightning Sword with the worst strength of the opponent.

It's a pity that a discerning person can see at a glance that these three people are only barely supporting now, and after a maximum of fifty moves, these three people will be defeated one after another.

Zhang Songxi is here, as his disciple Wuzhen is naturally here, although he is young, but his understanding is not bad, and now he is also a little chivalrous man in the realm of integration, with some disciples, he can also resist many bandits.

It's just that now his master is fighting two good hands alone, and the danger is full of dangers, but he was distracted for a while, and one was accidentally slashed on his left arm by a bandit, but fortunately he reacted in time and dodged it, otherwise he was afraid that this knife would break his left arm. Rao is like this, at this time, Wu Zhen's left arm is already bleeding, and he sees that the entire sleeve is about to be dyed red.

Looking at the big knife that was getting closer and closer to his head, it was too late for Wu Zhen to dodge the second time, and this situation couldn't help but make him sigh secretly in his heart, "My life is over." ”

However, the imaginary feeling of the blade did not come, but a teasing made him open his eyes.

"Wuzhen, you are so distracted on the battlefield, you are really bold, and you are not afraid of death."

This sounded very familiar voice and familiar tone, so that Wu Zhen immediately guessed who was coming, he quickly opened his eyes, the young man standing in green clothes in front of him, who else would it be if it was not Mu Xiaojiu?

Mu Xiaojiu just rushed over, and saw that Wu Zhen was about to die under the knife of others, and in a fit of anger, Mu Xiaojiu directly snapped his fingers and hit the man's head from a long distance, directly shaking the man's brain into a lump of paste.

"Brother Mu, go and save my master and them, they are in danger!"

Wu Zhen didn't have time to greet Mu Xiaojiu, but directly pointed to the direction of Zhang Songxi and the others anxiously, Mu Xiaojiu followed Wu Zhen's finger and looked over, and found that there were eight people fighting over there, three of them were wearing Wudang Sect clothes, and the other five old men had never seen each other.

Feeling Wu Zhen's anxiety, Mu Xiaojiu didn't say much, just patted Wu Zhen on the shoulder, signaled him to relax, and then rushed directly to the battle of the eight people at a very fast speed.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao relied on his experience and was still able to encourage support, and he was not injured for the time being, but his strength was not small, and his mind was a little tired. But Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu were a little miserable.

Mo Shenggu's injuries were relatively light, after all, he was only dealing with one person, so he only had a cut on his left arm, and there was not a lot of blood; Zhang Songxi's injuries were a lot more serious, first the right calf was cut open by the butterfly sword, and then the left arm was almost pierced by the mandarin duck sword, as for the other small injuries, needless to say, at this time, it is already a stumbling one, let alone fighting back, and even his life has been almost lost a few times.

Feeling the dizziness of his mind, Zhang Songxi knew very well that this was because he had lost too much blood, which affected his consciousness, and bit the tip of his tongue heavily to make himself as sober as possible, Zhang Songxi looked at the butterfly sword and the mandarin duck sword with resentment.