Chapter 140: Gather

Fireworks exploded, streaming light gathered, and the loud noise that followed the bells and drums spread far away under the night, almost awakening the beings of the mountains and forests, the wind rose to the ground, the plants and the waist were swayed, the fire was swayed, and the people became one by one. shadow.
The Burial Soul Palace is like a leech that has been dormant in the swamp for a long time, and it has been hungry for a long time. At this moment, Zhao Bing moth fireworks, they seem to smell the smell, they almost fell out of the nest, and extended their minions to their respective prey. .
Inside and outside the Wuxiang Temple, the enemy and the enemy in the mountain forest are inseparable, and there is a deadly kill on the cliff ... From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, from the front mountain to the back mountain, they are all shrouded in the stormy wind, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.
The three Xuancheng finally climbed up, and saw that the cliff had already started a deadly battle, and even had too little time to ask, they had to raise their swords to join the battle.
He frightened as he fought, and there was only one way from the mountain to the forest. These killers could chase here. I am afraid that the same fellows left in the forest were also ambushed. At present, Xuancheng has the power to fight against the enemy, and he has no power to break the situation. He was anxious for a while, but he didn't know what to do.
In the middle of trouble, he glanced at it and inadvertently glanced at a small shadow—the black wind is high, the mountains are dark, and the man is short and stature, like a dark shadow, if Xuancheng stood at the right position, still I really can't find him.
Except for the small Sha Mi who adopted and practiced in the temple, there was only one child, Xie Li. Xuan Cheng was suspicious that this man's little boy came to die, but he saw a faint cold light.
That is……
Xuancheng stunned, but saw that the little black shadow raised his hand slightly, and below his wrist was a sharp hook, and he tickled him gently.
The situation was critical and could not tolerate too much consideration. As soon as Xuan Cheng gritted his teeth, he took the people around him to kill him all the way, and shouted: "The road ahead is cut off, when it is time to give back!"
In addition to being able to pass the time, the people who walked the rivers and lakes had to understand the situation with words and observations. Besides, most of the famous martial arts seniors came to the cliff with him. After the initial surprise, they quickly began to fight back, and the martial arts alone could stabilize more than one killer. However, the other party had a weapon of hidden weapons and cooperated with each other. They called everyone to throw a mouse and they had to stalemate in chaos.
With Xuancheng's shouting, even the most self-esteemed person on weekdays didn't even care about the predecessor's shelf. An old man with a goatee swept his palms and opened a sword and a sword, calling out loudly. The people who were fighting each other immediately gathered to him, and soon a road was killed, followed Xuancheng's footsteps to the forest.
Xuancheng rushed in for the first time, and saw that the black shadow he had marked jumped up and down a few times. There were shadows in the forest, and there were obviously people ambushing. He was hesitant in his heart, not keeping his feet under his feet, and suddenly realized that there was a cold light flashing in front of him, and there was an invisible cold coming through the bones. He subconsciously drew his sword and blocked a very thin soft wire.
At the next moment, the sword was relieved of resistance, the wire fell loosely, and a hand emerged from behind the tree next to him, making a gesture to him.
The sound of killing and running behind was near, and Xuancheng did not hesitate anymore, rushing forward with everyone. At such a short distance, several strange sounds suddenly came from behind. Most people couldn't help but look back, but they saw that the heads of the first killers suddenly flew, and the headless body chased forward. The step fell to the ground, and the head rolled down and made a muffled sound, as if it was just the fruit that fell on the autumn tree.
The flowing blood color exposed the cold light, and they found that there were countless flexible steel wires in the forest, or they were wrapped in trees and stones, or held in the hands of people ambushing in the dark. , Launched an unpredictable strangulation.
The behind-the-scenes killers were horrified by this situation. Before they whistled and warned, the dark shadow hidden here had already been dispatched, and in a blink of an eye, the war was bloody, and after a few breaths, there were more on the ground. The corpses, all of which sealed their throats, were too late to make a little noise.
These black shadows totaled more than twenty people. After the murder, they shook their wrists and the soft steel wire was taken back into their hands. They quickly coiled on the sleeves of the arrows, as if they were just sleeves.
The goat goat elders have been walking on the rivers and lakes for many years, and their eyes have been swept on these black shadows: "Yen line, Sen Luoshang, are you from Dongming Valley?"
No one answered the black shadow, but gave way on both sides, and everyone looked at the same time, and saw three more people walking from the direction of the cliff, the pace seemed to be slow and fast, the last moment was still far away, the next instant was already Come near.
At first, a person with a gray head and a dirty face, a rotten monk's robe, and blood stains left on his bare head, his eyes closed, if he held a bowl in his hand, he could almost treat the alms as a meal. The old monk named Huazi couldn't see, but he turned his head to the side of them accurately and asked softly, "Don't give me a favor, are you in good condition?"
As soon as this remark came out, Xuancheng's faces all changed, and one person was even more shocked: "Master Zen, Sekong!"
Seeing Sekong, everyone seemed to find a main heart, and wanted to get close to elaborate the dangerous situation, but was blocked by the shadow. A middle-aged man dressed as a scribe made a folding fan, and the vertical arm wanted to force the way. He had a strange trick. The folding fan penetrated the gap between the black shadow and raised his hand, his wrist flicked, and the fan spread out. And immediately swept to the opposite door. I thought this was the start of the attack, but although the opponent's internal skill was not as good as him, but it was difficult to be tightly wrapped, while raising his head to avoid this fan, his hands were one frame, and he was about to take his fan.
There was no warning between the two. The old goatee frowned, and he wanted to stop it, but he didn't want anyone to be faster than him.
A long sheathed knife was inserted between the two from bottom to top, a shock, and at the same time forced the two of them apart, then the arm moved, and the knife turned with it, which just pressed the middle-aged scribe. , Jinli pressed against his chest through the fan, and taught the blood to roll, even if his face was white.
The sound of clearness sounded behind Sekong, with a hint of satire implicit in the jokes: "Seniors are so angry, it is better to retain strength to resist foreign enemies, don't rush to kill yourself."
With a spit of strength, the scribes stepped back three times in a row, grieved, and gritted their teeth: "A generation of unknown origin and hidden heads, dare to say that they are themselves?"
"Luo Family Master, be careful!" The old goat goat stopped drinking, his brows were already frowned into the word "chuan", and he was obviously very worried about the situation at hand.
In the past few years, the Central Plains Wulin has been weak. It is not that the rivers and lakes are all incompetent people. In addition to the external force of the Invader of the Soul Palace Commander Momen invading Middle-earth, more of these family sects are all thinking about their own affairs. We must first settle down inside and then outside. At ordinary times, when there was peace and quiet, there was still open fighting, but now when it comes to major events, it is even more separate, and it is like a piece of sand.
He lived this age, knowing that selfishness is the root of all desires, but if everyone knew only that he planned to own one acre and three points of land, sooner or later they would be broken.
With a sigh in his heart, the old man raised his head and saw that the man who had just put out the sword to stop the war came out from behind Sekong.
Chu Xiwei pressed Ye Fusheng's browful face, and the smile on his mouth was exactly the same as cynicism. He lifted his long sword behind him, his seemingly frivolous eyes quickly swept across every face present, flying fast in his head. Match them with the intelligence information, first give a hand to the goat goat old man to raise his hand, said with a straight face: "Younger Ye Fusheng, have seen Senior Qu."
This looks like a veteran elder, a well-known and capable person on the rivers and lakes. Although martial arts can't be regarded as the best, he can also be ranked among the first-class people. His surname is Qu Mingjin. He was a friend of the late Nanru Ruan Feiyu. He was unconscionable but deliberately committed. In the early years, Ruan Feiyu was ordered to kill the green forest gangsters. He helped one another. Later, he became a teacher in Sanmei College. The person is bold and transparent, although not like the name of the eight masters in the martial arts Taishan Beidou, it can also be regarded as the number one figure.
He heard Chu Xiwei reporting from the door of his house, and looked at it again, laughing: "The old deceased also said that the master of the Chu door helped each other unexpectedly, and he was expected to be son Ye. The girl Qin was far away in the south with my nephew Lu master , I do n’t know if the son comes here, otherwise he must keep up. "
Bai Gui Men has always been informed, not to mention Miss Qin Lanshang. Of course, Chu Xiwei knew that Lu Mingyuan was too busy to rectify Samadhi College, and Qin Lanshang also concealed his identity to help him secretly. It is impossible to ask Zen Mountain at the moment. He can only ask Qu Jin to bring someone to attend the meeting. Bai Dao's position, but did not expect to encounter such an incident.
Sekong said at the right time: "Amitabha Buddha. This time the Wuxiang Baidao was robbed, and the martial arts Bai Tao all faced the difficulty of being murdered by the Burial Soul Palace. Lao Qun, as a Galan middle man, led my Buddha's children to escape from danger when he returned to the temple. All the worries should be discussed after a long time of great distress. Never lose the big one because of the small one, and hurt others. "
His eyes were blind, and when he looked up at the crowd, he gave an illusion of being seen through. Without waiting for them to hesitate, another glance came coldly, and the blood-stained Daoist stood behind Sekong and looked at them, slowly speaking: "If the lips die, the teeth will be cold, and the nest will not be covered with eggs."
His voice was as smooth as ever, and at this time, if he properly responded to the color sky, it seemed that Thunder fell on his heart. Even Chu Xiwei slowly loosened his clenched fists, raised his eyes, and said: "The Soul Palace has been planning for a long time, and a large number of dark piles have been inserted early. Now, with a command, the inside and outside should be together. The Wuxiang Temple has become Shurachang, ask that Zen Mountain is full of swords and fires. The people in my bureau are in a dilemma. Do you want to cover your face with loess after this night, or kill the encirclement before the Ming Dynasty, and join the fellows to fight back?
He came straight to the point. He didn't speak well, but he was based on the point of being practical and straightforward. His tone and attitude were neither humble nor overbearing, but he drove everyone on a boat in this plain manner.
Under the ship was rough waves, and the wind and rain were roaring on all sides.
No matter what kind of thinking, if you ask for one, you have to keep the present first. However, everything is difficult at first. As long as these so-called martial arts seniors slacken their mouths, like a stubborn stone cracking a crack, there will be a day when it will be fully opened sooner or later.
Qu Jin narrowed his eyes, removed his eyes from Duan Qing, and fell back on him again. He asked him in a solemn tone: "Yongzi, what are your plans?"
Chu Xiwei's toes gently kicked a killer's dead body, learning how to look at Ye Fusheng and tilting his head and smiling: "Naturally is ... he governs his body with his own way."