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More than half a year has passed, and I don't know if your mood has calmed down. I've been thinking about when I should say hello to you. Originally, I thought it would be better to meet in person, but I learned some things here that made me feel like I didn't have time to wait quietly, so I had to write you this letter.

Regarding the grudges between us, it would be irresponsible to explain them in simple terms. You have reasons to hate me, and I often think about whether there was a better way to handle things back then, but reminiscing is useless. If there's a chance and you feel I owe you, you can personally take it back from me in the future.

But I think, we should put personal matters aside. You and your family have been lying low in the south for nearly two years, and the roots that needed to be planted must have been planted. Recently, I've learned about the situation in the south. If you want to make some moves next, I have some suggestions here that you can consider..."

Late spring and early summer, the continuous mountain rain moistened everything in the mountains. In the bamboo building, the girl opened the window, watching the heavy rain fall on the lush mountains in the distance. Miao Jiang, Lan Huan Dong, even for the people living in the village, the girl's face was something they hadn't seen in a long time.

Since returning from rescuing Buddha Shuai last year, the girl, as the former head of the Badao and now the head of Lan Huan Dong, has entered a long period of seclusion. For most of the Badao members, this is because the Zhuangzhu had some insights during the battle with Lin Echan and others, and wanted to push her martial arts to a higher level. Only a few people knew that the girl's seclusion was because she was physically and mentally exhausted after the battle, and had fallen into confusion. So, in this long period of more than half a year, she secluded herself in this main building, using only the remaining thoughts to remotely control a few things in the village that needed to be grasped, and most of the development was let go, allowing everything to evolve naturally.

Opening the window that had been closed for so long on this day suddenly, most people in the village did not understand the meaning behind it. If it were someone familiar with her, they would be able to see some changes that had taken place in the girl: the seclusion of more than half a year had made her look thinner, and the slight baby fat on her face had receded due to growth. Although she still looked beautiful, it was difficult to call her a girl at this time. Some complex emotions had settled in her eyes, as if gradually turning into something as hard as a diamond, which was different from the stubbornness in her original character. Only those familiar with her could see the difference between the two.

"Cihua," she said faintly towards the door after standing at the window for a long time.

The maid's voice replied from outside the door: "Zhuangzhu."

"Call Chen Fan... call Grandpa Chen Fan over here."

"Yes."

The maid, wearing a straw raincoat, ran down into the rain. In the room, the woman named Liu Xigua sat on a chair by the window and sighed softly.

The letter in her hand had been read many times. After the initial hesitation and the expectation that she would never admit, there was a strong feeling of sorrow and unspeakable anger. However, in the end, these emotions had only turned into something more complex and unspeakable.

In the past year of seclusion, she couldn't face Du Sha, Chen Fan, and others who participated in the rescue, and she didn't know how to make a decision. Of course, she had thought that Ning Yi would explain all of this to her. She couldn't face it. He might have some way, but she didn't expect that what she had waited for in the end was such a letter.

That man lightly skipped over all of this, attributing the problems between the two of them only to personal emotions, and then only explained it in a few words, skipping aside. This way made her feel angry and annoyed. She somewhat hoped that after reading this letter, she could solve the problem—even though in her clear understanding, she knew that this was impossible—the other party could at least defend himself, apologize, or even make extra explanations for the original choice, but in the end, there was nothing.

"You have reasons to hate me"—he didn't try to explain. The final explanation seemed to be only this sentence, as if to say: Just keep hating me. However, after only a few words of explanation, he began to talk about the overall situation. It was as if he was sure that this side would not ignore his suggestions.

He's really... too arrogant...

However, after being angry, what really made her angry was that she couldn't confuse the two. In a clear sense, this woman, who had always been strong or pretending to be strong to the point where she didn't need any support, had indeed been expecting someone's explanation or comfort in her heart during the past six months. However, if she had been resting or sleeping during that time, then this letter was like someone frantically banging a gong in her ear, reminding her to wake up and get up. That person only sounded the alarm, but refused to comfort her.

Even though she understood that random comfort would only make everything frivolous and slick, she still couldn't help but have a mood similar to morning sickness. Opening the letter, the letter paper was full of writing, unlike the Fuzi writing letters now, it was more like talking, strange and very unstylish. And what she really wanted to see was only the first few sentences. After that, it was a lot of information about the southern Greenwood, officials, and merchants, just to see which ones could be used and which ones couldn't—she had already read it several times.

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The maid named Cihua ran down the village and found Chen Fan, who taught martial arts in the school on the side of the village. Soon after, he went to the bamboo building at the top of Lan Huan Dong and met Xigua in the building.

Heavy rain fell outside, and the light in the room was not bright, which seemed a little quiet. He stood at the door and looked at Xigua for a while, then walked over and said, "If you don't come out of seclusion again, the village will collapse."

Xigua tilted her head and glanced at him.

In the past six months, Chen Fan has been teaching children martial arts in the village, and he has also deliberately grown a beard. The energy in his body has become more and more restrained. If you could still see the spirit of an iron fist in him before, he is now more like gradually becoming a blunt knife. A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill requires no artifice. For a master, you can see that he has found a way to step to a higher level. On Chen Fan's side, he can also clearly see that the sharpness of Xigua's body is turning from sharp to heavy. The woman in front of him is obviously growing at a speed that is no less than his.

"Ning Yi's letter."

"Why are you showing it to me?"

A look of doubt flashed in Chen Fan's eyes. He took the letter, sat down, read it for a while, and shrugged: "Not bad, he has figured out the details of these people in the south. Just do as he says. These things, you don't discuss with Uncle Nan and the others, why are you looking for me... um, he has a batch of goods to send us, do you want me to pick them up?"

"I want to know what happened to him."

"Recently?" Chen Fan frowned, "I haven't heard of anything. He has always had a bad reputation and is getting bigger and bigger, but if you want to say something happened... no."

"Look at what he wrote in front."

"... These are words for you, what's wrong?"

Xigua looked at him, then reached out and took the letter: "This sentence, he learned some things that made him feel like he didn't have time to wait quietly, so he wrote a letter... What kind of things would make him alert and possibly ask us to take action?"

When Xigua said this, Chen Fan finally understood and frowned: "If you say that, there is indeed a problem... I have been understanding the situation in the north. In the second half of last year, he offended many people. This is the aftermath he left after breaking Liangshan. Now it is getting worse and worse. Many people went to Beijing to assassinate him, but basically none of them succeeded. If it is this aspect, he had already offended Lin Echan last year. Recently, the Da Guangming Sect has developed very rapidly, and Lin Echan's martial arts have swept across the north and south of the Yangtze River. If it continues, I am afraid that his challenge to Zhou Tong will really come true. If it is this trouble, I hope we take action... With his character, it doesn't seem like it..."

"Who did he offend?"

"They are all... uh..." Chen Fan was about to say, then realized something and smiled, "You don't want to help solve this aftermath, do you? Don't think about it. You may not be very clear. Let me tell you, in the second half of last year, he was busy with disaster relief..."

The sound of rain was rustling in the world. In this small building in the south of the sky, the two talked about those things in Jinghan eleven years, and it took a lot of time. Soon after, Badao's chief executive Liu Tiannan and others began to come from the bamboo building here, and began to tell Xigua about more troubles that happened in the village during her seclusion.

In the next few days, Xigua officially came forward and began to deal with the many situations that occurred in the village during her seclusion. On the other hand, Chen Fan and Ji Qian'er, who had become his wife, said goodbye to Xigua, Liu Tiannan, Du Sha and others, and set off north. On the one hand, they received some goods transported by Zhuji, and on the other hand, they began to gradually visit the forces left by the Da Guangming Sect in the south, and launched a revenge against Lin Echan, Sikong Nan and others.

North.

On a summer night, there was a faint moonlight in the sky. On the official road from north to south, two horses galloped past in the night!

Although summer has arrived, this place is still suffering from famine. Even on the official road, there are not many people traveling at night. The official road extends and meanders, and when passing through a small market in front, even with the faint lights of the inn, the two riders had no intention of stopping. Through the dim light, we can see that the leader on horseback is an old man with white hair at his temples, and the man on the horse behind him is already in his forties or fifties, not young at all.

At this time, running on this road was the great master Zhou Tong, whom Lin Zongwu, the leader of the Da Guangming Sect, had been searching for for a long time to fight with, but could not find. Following behind was naturally his disciple Fulu, who was both a servant and a friend. Because Zhou Tong was old, even though his cultivation was superb, enough to keep his physical fitness at a state that was not inferior to that of young people, traveling all night like this was still harmful to his body. When the faint light of the inn passed by, he tilted his head and looked at it, then spurred his horse to gradually catch up.

"Master, it's late at night, and the horse has been running for almost a day. If there is a place in front, it must be allowed to rest."

"How long will it take to get to Taoting?"

"Hundreds of miles away, at least two days."

"It's too long. The conference will be held in these one or two days, so we can't delay any longer. Let's change horses at the inn in front."

"After all, there is no need to rush for a while. Even if they have a meeting, as long as we intercept them on the way to Beijing, we can always prevent the situation. Master, this will harm your body..."

Fulu's words were met with a burst of laughter from Zhou Tong, and then he said solemnly: "After all, the loyal and good are in trouble. It doesn't matter if I can't catch up, but since I can catch up, why would I be afraid of this trouble... There are more than two hundred of them, and they are all brave and ruthless people. If I go late, what if they have already made a decision and don't sell me this old face? Both sides are saving people, it's okay!"

Knowing Zhou Tong's character of making a decision and not allowing it to be changed, Fulu fell silent and stopped persuading. Soon after, the two arrived at another inn and spent a lot of money to buy two horses from the inn's waiter. Seeing the age of the two, they were taken aback. However, after only a short rest, Zhou Tong and Fulu got on their horses again and went south overnight.

The reason for rushing so hastily was because Zhou Tong knew a piece of news. Led by a registered disciple of his, a green forest heroes' conference was being held in a place called Taoting County in the south. The number of participants in this conference was more than two hundred, and there were also some famous Jianghu elders. This heroes' conference was aimed at a courtier that Zhou Tong knew.

After confirming this news, Zhou Tong took Fulu and quickly went south. He had previously acted as far as Yanmen Pass for disaster relief. The road south was long, but he knew that there were many reckless people in the green forest. Once everyone really decided to take action together, he might not be able to persuade them after the blood rushed to their heads. Therefore, he had to travel day and night, racing against time.

The two set off in the morning, ran all night, and changed horses at a market the next day. After two days and one night of continuous running, they finally arrived at Taoting County late this day, but they finally did not exceed the time limit. Green forest people usually have no status, but they like to be lively when they gather together. Looking from a distance, the county town was brightly lit, and noisy sounds came from it, not knowing whether they were singing or doing something else. Going further, there was a loud bang in the night sky, like a big firecracker, which was shocking, and the horses went crazy.

Zhou Tong rushed here this time to mediate the misunderstanding between the two sides. First, to explain to everyone that the courtier was a good person, and to ask everyone not to go to him for trouble and be used by villains. On the other hand, it was also because the person's background was not shallow. Even if more than two hundred people gathered, they might not be able to do anything to the other party. Going to Beijing rashly would hurt their lives. However, when he arrived before the deadline of the conference, he was shocked to find that the heroes' conference had obviously changed.

Flames flickered, and a group of people fought out in front. Three Jianghu people were covered in blood, desperately resisting the court hounds who were chasing from behind, but finally, one of them was covered by a fishing net. The other two desperately tried to save him, but were knocked to the ground. A few people took sticks and beat them on the head. Blood spread, and when they were beaten until their heads were broken and they were dying, they used nets to hold them up and dragged them away like wild dogs.

Zhou Tong and Fulu chased towards the small county town...

At the end of the Wu Dynasty, treacherous officials were in power. There was an intelligence organization called the Secret Detective Division, which was the most brutal and tyrannical. Among them, the big boss Ning Liheng was ruthless, domineering and arrogant. The loyal and righteous men in the Jianghu rose up to fight against him, staging one tragic scene after another of the green forest...

——Our story begins here.

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