"… Nine years after Wu Jianshuo, the Enlightened Lady went south for the fourth time. Everyone knows what happened along the way."
Meng Zhutao's voice rang out in the wide courtyard, suppressing the clamor caused by the marriage of his junior apprentice brother and sister.
"After the army passed Xuzhou, the Wu dynasty's army in Jiangbei fled south in a hurry. Tens of thousands of civilians also fled in panic. I had a village in the mountains away from the main road, so I didn't suffer too much of the impact. There was food stored in the village, which I had carefully accumulated over the past few years. Later, I took in refugees, so thousands more people survived!
"As for the people of Yu Village, I told them to move ahead. If there are young and strong people among them who want to work and can work, I have arranged for them in the village. Of course, it was inevitable that there would be some fights. Some strong people, even Wu dynasty officials, wanted to rob me when they saw that I was well prepared, so I killed them. I won't hide it from everyone. During this period, I also robbed the government's granaries. If we're talking about killing people, Meng Zhutao's hands are stained with blood, so he can't be considered innocent. But if we're talking about saving people, I'm much more competent than many government officials! "
At this point, many people from the Greenwood Forest in the crowd began to nod.
Someone said, "Even if the government's grain was left behind, it would've fallen into the Enlightened Lady's hands."
Someone else said, "It's not easy for Mister Meng to do all this. As expected of the Heaven Measuring Ruler."
Someone else said, "Could it be that he could kill his master by doing all this?"
Meng Zhutao was obviously quite proud of his actions in saving people over the years. He paused and swept his gaze across the crowd.
"I have two disagreements with my master, and it's not like I can't tell everyone."
He said, "One of them is that my master has a straightforward personality. When the Enlightened Lady went south, he always hoped that I could lead troops to attack the Jin army and die for justice …"
His words caused another uproar in the crowd. They all felt that this Ling Shengwei was being too forceful. When the Jin attacked, the Wu dynasty's million-strong army was constantly retreating. If Meng Zhutao really fought his way out, he would just die in front of the Enlightened Lady's army. What use was there?
Meng Zhutao shook his head. "My master's ideals are excellent. I can understand his feelings. It was just that the choices of the people in this world, in that kind of situation, could no longer be said to be right or wrong. I have my own beliefs, and on this point, my thoughts are different from those of my junior brothers and sisters. Although Old Hero Ling tried to persuade me before, he understood my thoughts … "
"But at the same time, Master … always felt that my methods were too heavy-handed, and that I killed too many people. In hindsight, perhaps I really shouldn't have killed so many people. However, in the chaos of the past two years, there were many times when I couldn't tell the difference.
After the Jurchens left, they left behind this terrible mess in Jiangnan. Afterwards, the Equity Party rose up on a large scale, killing the rich people and stealing their food. During this period of time, how could the ambitious and ruthless people not fight and kill each other? Although Meng Zhutao didn't say it out loud, everyone could smell the stench of blood in the air.
Meng Zhutao let out a long sigh.
"Master was unwilling to go up the mountain with me. Later … the situation in Jiangbei worsened, and the people at the foot of the mountain began to eat each other. There weren't many things in my stronghold, and my subordinates … had some troubles. Every time Master came to talk to me, all the big and small things were mixed together. In the end, there was no way to talk about it … Master said that we martial artists should use martial arts as the path. Since we can't explain it clearly with words, then we should use martial arts to defend the path.
"… We fought once, and it was a fair and square fight. Old Hero Ling said that this was a gift to thank me for teaching. From now on, he sent me off my apprenticeship. "
Meng Zhutao stood there quietly for a moment. He raised a hand and looked at his right hand.
"Heroes, I've been fighting my way through the turbulent times these past few years. My martial arts aren't just for show. My ruler and hands are stained with too much blood. Since that's the case, my martial arts must be extremely violent. Master used some of the ultimate skills of his steel whip. I couldn't stop in time and injured him … This is my sin. But if you say that Old Hero Ling died because of me, I don't agree. In the end, Old Hero Ling didn't say that I was wrong. He only said that our paths were different, so we could only go our separate ways. As for the Ling Family's whip technique, I have never let it down. "
"The one who killed Old Hero Ling is the way of the world!"
Meng Zhutao turned around and slowly walked up the steps under the eaves. Then he turned back and said in a clear voice.
"Everyone, the difference between me and Old Hero Ling is a difference of martial arts. "The old hero wanted to die a magnanimous death, and I admire him from the bottom of my heart. However, my path is one that allows more people to live on …. I have allowed these people to live on."
He pointed at the four people in the center of the courtyard.
"In the mountains, I allowed the people of the village to live …. In Yu Village, I allowed the people of Yu Village to live …. When the Daoist Woman attacked, I allowed thousands of commoners to live …. In addition, I also allowed tens of thousands of members of the Fairness Party to live."
"If you ask me if there have been any innocents who have died in the process of surviving, then I would say that there have been many …. In a world like this, if you allow some people to live, then there will definitely be others who will not be able to live. Why? This is because after the Enlightened Woman rampaged, there wasn't enough rice in the world to eat … "
"At such a time, some people still have enough food for 10 people in their homes. Do you think he is guilty? He is not guilty, but he is also guilty! These 10 people without food are about to starve to death, so we can only snatch food from one person to let them live. Heroes, the Fairness Party can't cook without rice. Millions of people in Jiangnan are going to die! We can only use some methods to let fewer people die! Once the situation calms down, we will try our best to let more people, or even all of them live! "
"Just now, I heard people say that Meng Zhutao doesn't have the right to lead the Resentment Party. Heroes, whether or not you can lead the Resentment Party is not based on reason. "That's not because I know how to conduct myself. It's not because I bravely charged forward and then died in front of that woman. Instead, it's because I can allow more people to live. It's because I can choose between two bad choices. It's because I can choose one that's not the worst."
"Everyone, this is the Society of Resentment. As long as you make a choice, resentment will forever converge on that person. If you let them live, those who died will hate you. If you uphold justice for one side, those who were punished will hate you. This is the so-called Society of Resentment." "That's right. And those who don't make a choice will never have karma … "
Meng Zhutao looked at the junior brothers and sisters in the courtyard below. The people around the courtyard were whispering. It was hard to judge this matter.
If Meng Zhutao claimed to be a virtuous gentleman, perhaps he could be criticized. However, the other party admitted that his hands were stained with blood. He was a person who was neither good nor evil. It was not completely unreasonable for him to part ways with Ling Shengwei because of differences in doing things. Most importantly, his words just now seemed calm and magnanimous on the surface, but they were actually very tough. For a moment, not many people dared to speak up and use simple morals to "judge" him.
The expressions of the Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters changed. The Fourth Junior Brother, who had lost his Junior Sister, gritted his teeth and said, "You have such a glib tongue and countless fallacious arguments. Do you think you can just let go of this hatred?"
"That's not the case."
Meng Zhutao shook his head. He said calmly, "The differences between Old Hero Ling and I are reasons for the world to hear. This right and wrong does not lie with Old Hero Ling, nor does it lie with me. On the day of the martial arts competition, Old Hero Ling sent me off with a carefree heart. How would you know? You are my junior brothers and sisters. In the past, I treated you as my children. However, you have grown up. It is natural and reasonable for you to want to take revenge. "
He said, "Yu Bin, you've always wanted to come here to seek revenge, but you're also overcautious, worried that I'll order my subordinates to casually do something to you. You've really underestimated your Martial Brother. A martial artist uses martial arts as the Dao. If you are determined and want to kill me, I will only be happy. "
"Then, today, at this moment, if you want to come for revenge, will it be one person or four? I will take it on alone … How about it?"
Meng Zhutao said this and spread his hands.
The surrounding people became excited. They knew that although they had spoken previously, Meng Zhutao was actually angry in his heart. At this moment, there would still be a fight.
The martial arts of the four people from the Ling Family might not be high, but if the four of them attacked together, everyone would be able to see how high the martial arts of one of the Eight Enforcers, the "Heaven Measuring Ruler" Meng Zhutao was.
After Meng Zhutao's words, the courtyard was silent for a moment. Although the four people who came for revenge were generous with their words, they were slightly hesitant about Meng Zhutao's direct challenge.
Whispers broke out among the crowd. On the second floor, the head shopkeeper under the Prince of Equality's command, Jin Yongsheng, opened his mouth and said, "Since today's matter has come to this, I can vouch for you. The Ling family's vengeance is an open and aboveboard one. If they fight with Mister Meng later, no matter which side suffers casualties, this matter must end here. Even if Mister Meng dies here, no one is allowed to seek revenge. And if the Ling Family and that … little brother Yu Bin go, they are also not allowed to have any enmity. What do you think, everyone? "
"Heaven Blade" Tan Zheng said, "Of course."
Li Yanfeng, Guo Shengtian, and the others also said, "We can also guarantee that whoever doesn't stop will not give face to the many heroes and seniors who came here today!"
At this point, someone in the crowd came out and said, "Amitabha." Everyone present was shocked. They could feel the inner strength of this Buddha's name, as if it directly sank into everyone's heart.
At this time, a tall monk with a white beard, wearing a shabby gray robe and holding a crescent shovel came out. The monk walked out of the crowd and came to the center of the field. The four people in the center of the field seemed to have found their savior and put their palms together to greet him. The monk in his fifties raised one palm to the front and said with a smile, "Benefactor Meng, do you still recognize me?"
"Master Tan Ji." Meng Zhutao cupped his hands and bowed, "Long time no see."
"Ten years ago, when I saw Benefactor Ling, your martial arts were already excellent. At that time, I asserted that one day you would make the Ling Family's whip technique shine. But I didn't expect that when you and I meet again ten years later, you are in such a situation."
After the monk smiled, his face became solemn, "Not long ago, your junior brothers and sisters came to me and asked me to uphold justice for Benefactor Ling's death. I recalled what I saw ten years ago and knew that Benefactor Ling was knowledgeable. So today, I asked them to come forward first to provoke Benefactor Ling to come out and explain the whole story. Now it seems that it is really … a sin. "
After listening to him, Meng Zhutao also slightly breathed a sigh of relief, "I see. I noticed that there might be someone behind these junior brothers and sisters, so I was worried that they would be used by bad people. I didn't expect Master Tan Ji to come. Then it's all right. "
"It's not necessarily all right."
"… Master, what do you mean?"
Meng Zhutao was slightly taken aback.
On the opposite side, the monk Tan Ji put up one palm and sighed slightly.
"Amitabha, before I became a monk, I was an old friend of Benefactor Ling Shengwei. That year, Benefactor Ling and I discussed martial arts all night and imparted the essence of his whip technique to me, so that I could make up for what I had learned and finally kill the enemy and avenge my family … Benefactor Meng, your path is different from Benefactor Ling's, but even so, you are frank and open, so I can't say that what you did is wrong. Therefore, I have nothing to say about the Great Way …"
"But apart from that, for such a trivial matter as a personal grudge, I have to do something because of cause and effect …"
…
The old monk looked at Meng Zhutao over there with a little tiredness in his eyes.
…
Meng Zhutao's eyes were complicated. She opened her mouth slightly and continued like this for a moment, but finally sighed.
…
"… Forget it."
*****
In the misty night, in the courtyard of the Golden Tower illuminated by the fire, a group of people from the Greenwood Forest moved to the back, making more space for the two people who were ready to fight to the death.
At this time, Chen Juefang, Jin Yongsheng, Tan Zheng, Li Yanfeng, and the others also came down from upstairs.
They originally thought that the next fight would be Meng Zhutao bullying a few unknown children, but the appearance of the old monk changed everything.
This monk Tan Ji from Mount Wutai was not a nobody in the Greenwood Forest. He was highly skilled in martial arts, and most importantly, in the more than ten years after the Central Plains fell into enemy hands, he was active in the enemy-occupied areas on both sides of the Yellow River and did many chivalrous things.
His martial arts and fame caused him to become a figure that all the heroes present had no choice but to respect. Even Tan Zheng, Jin Yongsheng, and the others could only speak to him as equals. As for Li Yanfeng, he could only address himself as a junior like Meng Zhutao.
This time, the three men and one woman of the Ling Family came out with the memorial tablets. On the surface, it seemed that they were seeking revenge and justice, but as one of the Eight Enforcers, Meng Zhutao was worried that more people with ulterior motives would manipulate him. He had used words to push Yu Bin and the others to the choice of a duel. He originally wanted to put pressure on his junior brothers and sisters to force out the possible manipulator behind the scenes. Who knew that with the appearance of the monk Tan Ji, his words would trap him.
It was he himself who admitted that it was reasonable for the other party to seek revenge.
At this time, in the field, Tan Zheng and the others used words to persuade him. Some said that the two of them were useful and should save their strength to fight against the Jin Dynasty, and some said that revenge would never end. After all, the old hero Ling Shengwei was not killed by Meng Zhutao … However, as a monk, Tan Ji had a clear mind and was used to fighting witty battles. How could he be moved by such simple words? When others tried to persuade him, he could only helplessly shake his head and smile.
His friendship with Ling Shengwei was too special. After Ling Shengwei's death, he had to fight for revenge. This was not righteous, but it could only be said that it was imperative.
Meng Zhutao stood still in the field, holding the iron ruler in his hand, and closed his eyes to rest.
He was tall and strong. In his life, he had three masters. First, he practiced the rod technique, then the spear technique, and then the steel whip technique. At this moment, the iron ruler in his hand was longer than the ordinary steel whip mace. It looked no different from an iron rod, but in his body shape, it could be used alternately with one or two hands. It could be regarded as an unorthodox weapon for the establishment of a sect. This iron ruler had no edge, but the destructive power when it was swung was no different from a steel whip. When it was retracted, it could resist attacks like a rod. Over the years, it had smashed many people's bones.
Monk Tan Ji turned around and told several people of the Ling family, and then came to Meng Zhutao. He held the heavy crescent shovel in his hand and said, "I practice the Crazy Magic Wand. Donor Meng knows that once I get excited, I can't control myself. Today's matter is just a personal grudge, but I had to do it. I'm really ashamed. "
Meng Zhutao opened his eyes and said, "If the master is dead, where should I bury you?"
"Burn it into ashes and scatter it."
"… Forget it."
Meng Zhutao sighed.
Tan Ji suddenly held the crescent shovel and rushed over with a loud shout!
…
At this moment in the night, on the street outside the Golden Tower, Yan Yunzhi, wearing a straw raincoat, was watching the gathering crowd surging forward.
"They are going to fight, they are going to fight …" someone said excitedly.
"Aren't they already fighting? What's the big deal! "
"This time is different. It's a life-and-death fight between Master Tan Ji and Meng Zhutao of the 'Enmity Society'. They are going to fight to the death —"
The busybodies on the street were those who wanted to sneak into the party but were not qualified because of their low martial arts skills. At this time, their words were full of excitement.
Yan Yunzhi frowned and moved forward. She didn't have much idea about Meng Zhutao of the 'Enmity Society'. She only knew that the welcoming party was to welcome her. But she had heard her father Yan Taiwei talk about the righteous deeds of Master Tan Ji in the Central Plains many times over the years.
While she was puzzled, she heard a loud shout from the yard. The shout shook the surroundings, and then there was a loud bang. She didn't know how powerful the two iron weapons were to hit each other to make such a sound. The crowd on the side of the street immediately cried out in alarm again ….
*****
At the same time, on the other side of the city, on the street near the Five Lakes Inn, a group of people approached in the night.
"… That's right in front."
The person who led the way reported back.
The leader of this team was Lu Xian, a small leader under Wei Yiwen who was responsible for catching people. He carried a pair of long and short sabers on his back. Lu Xian's deputy was a little older. He was Li Duanwu, the oldest person in the village where Lu Xian started his career.
After accepting Wei Xiaowen's mission, Lu Xian pretended to patrol every night. During the day, he sent people to scout around. After a few days, he found the place where Long Aotian and Sun Wukong were suspected to be living.
People who came from outside the city wanted to find a decent residence according to the rules, but there were not many places for them to choose from. Li Duanwu was an old constable, and his disciple Lu Xian was also experienced. He smelled the stench of the two teenagers, so he narrowed down the scope of the investigation.
"It's the flag of Nong Xian, the leader of the Fairness Party." Li Duanwu looked carefully and said.
"Nong Xian Zhao Jingci doesn't care about anything. It's rare to see his flag." Lu Xian smiled, then looked at the environment near the inn and made arrangements. "There's smoke under the bridge next to the inn. Zhu Zi, go and see who it is and whether they are stalkers. Chuanwen and Uncle Duanwu will go in later and pretend to stay in the inn to inquire about the situation. There are two teenagers, and the younger one is a monk. If there are no accidents, it won't be difficult to find out. If necessary, you can pay some money. Chuanwen will learn more. "
After he finished speaking, the young man named Zhu Zi walked toward the bridge near the inn. When he got close, he saw a figure under the bridge, trying to make a fire with wet firewood. His original fire might have been extinguished, and now there was only a small ember left. The ragged figure knelt on the ground and put a few slightly dry firewood on top of it. He carefully blew the wind, and the smoke from the fire made him cough.
There was also a frail figure lying on the windward side of the bridge, sleeping sickly.
The young man named Zhu Zi walked closer. Perhaps it was because he disturbed the wind at the entrance, but the small flame inside trembled and was about to be extinguished. The beggar who was blowing the fire turned around. Zhu Zi walked out, took out a long knife, and put it against the beggar's throat. "Don't speak."
The small flame trembled, and the beggar was also trembling in fear.
Zhu Zi carefully looked at the beggar who was trembling in front of the long knife. Then he took a step forward, went to the other side, and looked at the other figure lying on the ground. It was a woman, so thin that she was almost skin and bones. She was very sick. Seeing that he came to check on the woman, the beggar who blew the fire wanted to come over. His eyes were full of pleading. Zhu Zi turned the long knife and pointed it at him. Then he pulled up the woman's ragged clothes and looked at her.
The situation in Jiangning was complicated. Some places were only inhabited by ordinary people, and some places looked ordinary on the surface, but in fact, it was a gathering place of fierce people. Lu Xian and the others were not familiar with this place. After observing for a while, Zhu Zi confirmed that the two people were ordinary beggars. The woman was sick and dizzy. She looked like she was about to die. The man was lame and stammered when he spoke. When he saw that Zhu Zi was holding a knife, he kept crying and begging for mercy.
Zhu Zi was annoyed. He wanted to kill the man with two slashes.
After a while, someone on the river came to clean up and called him up.
He trotted over and saw Lu Xian and the others running in the dark streets. The young man named Chuan Wen was carrying a person on his shoulder. He didn't know where that person came from. They walked to a nearby dilapidated house and threw the unconscious figure on the ground. Then they lit a fire and talked. Only then did they know what happened in the Five Lakes Inn.
"Damn it … It looked like an ordinary inn, and there weren't many people inside. Who knew that the waiter would be so vigilant. We asked him about the whereabouts of the two young men, and he said he didn't know. But looking at him, there was something wrong … Uncle Duanwu pulled me out, and then he came back. When he saw the waiter go inside, he wanted to report something. We quickly intercepted him in the corridor and knocked him out with one punch. Then we found a room with a window and jumped out … "
The young man named Chuan Wen mumbled and spat, "Damn, something must have happened there …"
Someone lit a fire. Li Duanwu bent down and searched the waiter's body. At that moment, the waiter woke up in a daze. He looked like he was about to struggle, but a few young men rushed up and held him down. Someone gagged the waiter's mouth. Li Duanwu searched for a while and took out a small cloth bag from the waiter's leg. He opened the bag and frowned.
"A blind cat bumping into a dead mouse. I really found something good …"
Li Duanwu muttered as he handed over the things in his hands to Lu Xian. Lu Xian took out two handwritten booklets from the cloth bag.
Lu Xian frowned and looked at the waiter on the ground. "From the reading club?" He then took out a knife and squatted down. "Let him talk."
The follower who gagged the waiter reached out and removed the cloth from the waiter's mouth.
Lu Xian and the waiter looked at each other for a moment. The waiter was panting, and his eyes were full of doubt. Lu Xian sighed. "I didn't come here to look for you … I just read a few books. Why do you have to react so strongly? Tell us about Long Aotian and Sun Wu Kong, and we'll let you go. Why bother? "
The waiter panted for a while. "You … since you know about the reading club, this … is not a small matter. You … you guys, which side are you on?"
"The King of Equality sent us," Lu Xian said casually.
The waiter obviously didn't believe him. He looked at Lu Xian for a moment and said, "You guys … act recklessly … capture people as you wish. You guys … look at the situation in the city … If the Fairness Party does things like this, they won't succeed. If you want to succeed, there must be rules … there must be rules …"
As he said this, it seemed as if he was talking to some kind of person. Lu Xian frowned. "We're not here to capture you. We're here to find out about those two people. One is called Long Aotian, and the other is called Sun Wu Kong. Sun Wu Kong is a little monk. If you know who he is, tell us and we'll end this matter. Is that okay?"
"… I don't know what little monk … I thought, I thought you guys were here to capture me …"
Lu Xian stood up and sighed. Finally, he said, "… ask more." He looked to the side. "Chuan Wen, come and learn some skills."
On the street in the night, after a while, there was a suppressed scream that sounded like the cry of a ghost. After the chaos in Jiangning City, there were many ruins. Such a sound seemed real and illusory at the same time. It was not surprising at all …
*****
In the Golden Tower.
In the courtyard, monk Tan Ji's Crazy Devil's Wand whistled like a rolling wheel. As he waved it horizontally and vertically, the two people who were fighting swept across the whole field like a hurricane.
The sound of heavy blows rang out continuously. The Crazy Devil's Wand was powerful and heavy. There was almost no way to retreat during the attack. The power that erupted from the iron ruler in Meng Zhutao's hand was also beyond the imagination of ordinary people. When he held the ruler with both hands, he could block the opponent's Crescent Moon Shovel head-on. If he held the ruler with one hand and swung it like a steel mace, the power that erupted was even more amazing.
In the first half of the fight between the two sides, Meng Zhutao seemed to want to give way. When he was chased by monk Tan Ji, he was mostly on the defensive. But in the middle of the fight, he opened up his temper, and the power of his steel mace became heavier and heavier. Monk Tan Ji attacked with the Crazy Devil's Wand. Meng Zhutao waved the iron whip several times to attack him. Between the fierce swings, the opponent's offensive momentum was smashed back several times.
A decorative stone pillar on the side of the field was hit by the two people's weapons, bursting into stone powder all over the sky. A table placed next to it was directly smashed into pieces in the subsequent whistling sound. The onlookers on both sides of the field could not help but retreat for a moment. They knew that if they were involved in the fierce fight between the two people, ordinary people's bodies of flesh and blood would never be able to withstand a heavy blow.
In such a fight, everyone was also secretly shocked. They all thought that the great reputation was indeed well-deserved. Monk Tan Ji had been famous for many years. Meng Zhutao was in his thirties, not yet forty, but he could actually faintly gain the upper hand in the fight. It was no wonder that he could become an ambitious person. Although he had joined the Ling family, the whole sect, including Ling Shengwei, was probably not enough to fight with him. So it was reasonable for him to leave at this time.
The crazy fight between the two people made the onlookers tremble with fear. Monk Tan Ji was originally kind, but after fighting with the Crazy Devil's Wand for a long time, he became excited. He shouted again during the fight and shortened the distance between the two people. He pressed the iron ruler of the opponent with the iron staff, rushed up, and suddenly hit Meng Zhutao's face with his head. Meng Zhutao hurriedly dodged, and the monk's head hit the side of his neck. Meng Zhutao grabbed it with both hands and kicked the monk's lower abdomen with his knee!
The two figures were entangled with each other. Monk Tanji was hit by Meng Zhutao's knee, but he immediately retaliated with a punch. The two of them held their weapons and fought each other crazily at a short distance. Monk Tanji opened his mouth and bit towards Meng Zhutao's neck. Meng Zhutao struggled to escape and avoided being bitten on the throat. He pulled out the iron ruler and tried to pull away. The old monk grabbed the Crescent Moon Shovel and fiercely shoveled over. Meng Zhutao's figure suddenly turned while retreating. Monk Tan Ji rushed over with the heavy shovel, and his body hit the monk's shoulder.
The old monk waved the shovel and was about to fight back, but Meng Zhutao's body spun in the air and he also used the same Looking Back at the Moon. The front of the iron ruler hit the old monk's head.
The old monk did not have the time to look back, and his body fell forward. His head had been smashed by the opponent's iron ruler just now.
Meng Zhutao landed with difficulty and staggered a few steps back. This fierce fight almost stopped in a flash, and Meng Zhutao was a little stunned for a moment. According to his thoughts, if it was possible, it would be better not to kill the other party. But when the fight had reached such an intense level, how could he bear it? Just like the last time when he fought with his Master, he could not hold back and eventually caused internal injuries to the other party. This time, monk Tan Ji's martial arts skills were even higher, and he could not control the situation anymore.
The onlookers did not react for a while.
However, it was also at this moment that a figure leaped out from behind Meng Zhutao. It was the Ling Clan's Second Senior Brother, Yu Bin, whom Meng Zhutao had pointed out earlier. He raised his two whips and smashed them down hard on Meng Zhutao's head.
"Stop —"
"Be careful!"
"How dare you —"
In the surrounding area, some people suddenly stood up. "Sky Blade" Tan Zheng pulled out his saber, "Jackdaw" Chen Juefang rushed to this side, and Li Yanfeng waved a fruit … Meng Zhutao's figure flashed, and the iron ruler in his hand blocked. The crowd only heard the two whips fall, but did not know where exactly it hit. Then Meng Zhutao waved his iron ruler horizontally and hit Yu Bin's body in the air.
"Don't be rash —"
Meng Zhutao shouted. At this time, he was talking about the three junior brothers and sisters who were about to rush out of the crowd. The four Ling brothers and sisters were also unyielding. When Meng Zhutao took the initiative to invite them, they pretended to hesitate and were looked down upon by the surrounding people. When Monk Tan Ji failed to make a move, they, who were regarded as cowards by the crowd, still seized the opportunity to kill with all their might. Obviously, they had already made a plan.
However, it was not that simple.
At this time, the attention of the onlookers had already been attracted by the Ling brothers and sisters. A figure rushed to the top of a nearby wall, stretched out his hand, and threw something into the crowd with the technique of "Shower of Flowers". Those things exploded in the crowd, and smoke and dust instantly rose.
You Hongzhuo, who had been observing the surrounding situation, suddenly realized that the things that exploded in the crowd were hidden weapons called "Thunderbolt Fire". In fact, they were small gunpowder toys. They were not easy to explode, but they were useful in disrupting the situation. When these Thunderbolt Fires exploded, a figure rushed out of the crowd and shouted, "Kill Chen Juefang —"
Chen Juefang's long whip danced over the courtyard, and a killer fell from the sky.
The explosion of the Thunderbolt Fire made the people in the courtyard extremely flustered. When the other side shouted "Kill Chen Juefang", You Hongzhuo almost thought that he had met a kindred spirit, and he almost wanted to draw his sword and attack. However, in the midst of the panic, he realized that the other side's intention was even more complicated.
In front of the courtyard, Tan Zheng swung his long saber and blocked a flying dagger. "Monkey King" Li Yanfeng grabbed his rod and swung it several times, sealing off the path of a martial artist who was plotting against him. Not far away from the crowd, another figure suddenly rushed out of the chaos, and swept past … Gu Anhe, the head envoy of the Liu Guangshi diplomatic corps.
After the figure swept past, Gu Anhe covered his throat and slowly sat down.
The crowd saw the figure jump across the courtyard at high speed, and sent two members of the Undead Guard flying. He laughed loudly, "Hahahaha, a group of poor dogs, too slow!"
"Chen Juefang!" Li Yanfeng shouted, "Don't run, he —" He was the deputy envoy of the Liu Guangshi diplomatic corps, and the head envoy had been killed in front of him. When he returned, he would definitely be punished.
"No one can run —" Chen Juefang was known as the best in the world in Qinggong, and at that moment, he roared as he chased after the assassin.
"Don't let any of them go!" There were other assassins in the crowd who wanted to fish in troubled waters. "Sky Blade" Tan Zheng also shouted and walked forward. The moment Chen Juefang left, he became the person holding the line in the courtyard.
Seeing the assassin's figure run over the wall, Chen Juefang quickly followed. You Hongzhuo was also overjoyed. When he heard "Sky Blade" Tan Zheng's shout, he also shouted, "Surround them, don't let any of them run —"
As soon as he said this, the many Jianghu veterans who had been trying their best to maintain their calm immediately burst into an uproar. They were all gangsters. Now that something like this had happened, how could they wait for the fairness party to capture them and interrogate them one by one? Even if they knew that they were innocent, who could trust the other party's moral standards?
Some people rushed to the door, while others rushed to the wall.
On the street outside the wall, Yan Yunzhi was mixed in the crowd. She only heard the fighting inside the wall suddenly erupt into chaos after a moment of silence. Before she could figure out what was going on, a figure laughed loudly. "… A bunch of pitiful dogs, too slow!" He rushed over the wall, and then casually scattered a wave of things using the Sky Filling Flower Rain technique.
The explosions exploded in the crowd on the street. These people had been squeezed by the wall to listen to the movements inside. At this moment, when the smoke and dust rose, countless shouts and shouts could be heard. The figure jumped into the chaotic crowd and sent a member of the "Undead Guard" flying. Behind the wall, Chen Juefang had also rushed out. His cloak looked like a jackdaw in the darkness as he flew over the street.
The person who came out first laughed and rushed into the distance, saying, "Come on, little crow. Let's see who's stronger, you or Zhou Dong!"
On the wall, more figures rushed out from the gate. One of them shouted, "Watch this place, don't let anyone escape —"
The members of the Undead Guard on both sides of the street had already moved. They subconsciously followed the shout of the voice, trying to block the street and prevent others from leaving. No matter what the truth was, it was always right to control the situation at this moment.
Kuang Wenbai rushed to the far end of the street with a whip in his hand, trying to order the members of the "Turning Wheel King" to set up barricades and block the street entrance. As he ran, he heard the voice beside his ear. "Don't let anyone escape!"
He thought it was one of his own, so he turned to the side. The figure who ran beside him swung a fist at him. The fist landed on his face where his broken nose had yet to recover.
Kuang Wenbai's face darkened, and he rolled away, smashing a few old tables and chairs by the side of the road. His face was covered in blood, and it began to seep out from the back of his broken nose …
At this moment, "Jackdaw" Chen Juefang seemed to be fighting the assassin in front of him. The two figures scuttled up the complicated roofs and exchanged blows at lightning speed. In the streets and courtyards behind them, chaos had already broken out.
Yan Yunzhi covered her head and fled in the chaotic crowd.
On a street not far away, two young men named Long Aotian and Sun Wukong were squatting in front of a pancake stall, staring at the stall owner who was frying pancakes for them.
Sizzle, sizzle.
"Master, your pancakes are delicious … Are you Wu Dalang in disguise?"
Long Aotian was expressing his pointless opinion …
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