That night, it rained heavily!
Under the dim light of dusk, only the sound of water pouring could be heard. From the front to the horizon, in the vast wilderness, everything fell in pieces in the rain, broken, and gathered into a turbid stream.
A black boot stepped on the turbid stream, splashing water everywhere. Looking up, a man in a straw cape and bamboo hat looked coldly at the rugged mountain road in front of him.
His Qing Gong was extremely extraordinary. Even in such bad weather, he was still able to freely jump between the cliffs and boulders. The slippery stone walls were trampled by him, leaving shallow holes in them. He was like an antelope, traversing the steep mountain road.
He looked left and right. A few indistinct figures flashed and disappeared not far away. They were also dressed like him. The man raised his head slightly and looked at the faintly discernible hilltop in the distance in the rain curtain of the night. That was the headquarters of the Ming Cult, where the Sacred Fire Cave was located. It was less than ten miles away from them.
In the dark night, dozens of such people were moving forward. A young man in green walked in front of them. He held a light oil-paper umbrella in his hand. However, no matter how violent the rain outside was, it could not squeeze into the small oil-paper umbrella. This green-clothed man had a dry and clean body.
The person next to him was not so lucky. Even though he was covered up tightly, Huang Chang's body was still somewhat damp. He raised the bamboo hat on his head and loudly said, "Commander-in-chief, although it is a full moon night, the weather is so bad. I'm afraid this is not the right time!"
"That's great! If there is a fight later, we won't have to worry about cleaning the ground! " Holding the umbrella, Chen Ang strolled in the heavy rain. He smiled faintly and said, "The rain can cover up many things. Some traces, some things, things that are about to happen, things that are happening, they are all happening quietly in the rain. Under this heavy rain, something will happen. Some of it will be us, and some of it will be others. "
"The rain is the best cover for evil!"
Huang Chang frowned. He did not understand what this meant. Suddenly, he noticed an inconspicuous trace of red in the water under his feet. Following the trace of the water, he saw a few Ming Cult disciples lying on the side with their bodies twisted. On their pale faces, a pair of eyes were wide open, filled with confusion and confusion.
"Military Governor!" Huang Chang exclaimed in shock.
A bolt of lightning struck not too far away. As the lightning shone, the faces of those who died with their eyes wide open looked incredibly savage and bizarre. Not too far away, a Ming Cult disciple was pierced by a longsword and pinned to a tree. His eyes were fixed in front of him, and there was pain, anger, and a nameless sadness on his face.
"Such a wound, so fierce, so sharp!" Huang Chang went up to check and sighed, "The person wielding the sword does not have a deep inner force, but his sword technique is vicious and sharp, far surpassing that of a normal expert. This kind of style can only be done by an assassin!"
"Not only is she an assassin, she's also a woman." Chen Ang glanced at the sword wound and said faintly, "She is a very beautiful and meticulous woman. She is like makeup, meticulous and subtle. She gave him a sword, which is why there is such a clean wound."
"It looks like we have run into some interesting things."
The rainy night, the murder, the woman, and the duelists who had come knocking on their door caused the waters of Ming Cult to become murky before they could even begin to tremble intensely. Some things were quietly fermenting with the arrival of Chen Ang and the others.
Chen Ang looked at the brightly lit headquarters of Ming Cult and smiled faintly. He was in the middle of a heavy rain, but all the patrolling Ming Cult disciples ignored him. He stepped on the puddles of water and entered the headquarters, which was heavily guarded.
Wherever he went, the Ming Cult disciples' gazes would become slightly dazed, and they would be easily controlled by the people in the woven rush raincoats. Without a sound, a large portion of the Ming Cult's patrolling system was missing.
One by one, the Ming Cult disciples fell to the ground and were replaced by the Dragon Stallion Guards dressed in bright red flying fish robes. Just like that, Chen Ang approached the headquarters of Ming Cult to discuss matters. Tonight, the place was brightly lit. The flickering candlelight shone through the thick screen window and shone on Chen Ang's body.
The sound of an intense argument came from inside. A rough and loud voice roared, "We can't let this matter go like this! We can't! A debt of blood must be repaid with blood! We will rebel! We will rebel against that son of a b * tch! We will take revenge for Big Brother Shi! "
"Shut up!" Fang La shouted angrily. "Fang Jie, sit down!"
He looked around at the bustling Ming Cult disciples in the hall. When he saw their indignant gazes and how they gripped their weapons tightly, he let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. He listened to his own heartbeat. In the blink of an eye, the room became deathly silent.
After a long time, Fang La said bitterly, "Before we get to the bottom of this matter, none of you can jump to conclusions."
"What else is there that we can't figure out?" Fang Jie couldn't stand it anymore. Ignoring the pulling of the people around him, he jumped out and said, "That dog official injured Shi Fawang. He only lasted a few days before he died. Is the truth still not clear? What we want is revenge! We must seek justice from the Imperial Court! "
"What justice?" Fang La sneered. "The Imperial Court killed a traitor. What justice do you want?"
Fang Jie was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect his uncle to say this. His uncle's determination to rebel against the Imperial Court had always been the strongest. Why was he now acting like a pacifist? He stiffened his neck and said, "Killing that dog official is justice!"
"When the Revered Ming descends, the world will be at peace. The Great Song Dynasty's Imperial Court went against the grain and provoked the resentment of the people. The world is not at peace. Therefore, according to the teachings, we let the Revered Ming descend to the world so that everyone is equal and can enjoy peace. This is our justice! "
Fang La turned to look at the crowd and said word by word, "For this justice, everyone risked their lives and threw away their family's lives. Isn't dying in the hands of the Imperial Court a matter of seeking justice and obtaining it?"
This sentence was spoken loudly. "The Imperial Court wants to kill me in the name of righteousness, but I fight against it under the banner of justice. Isn't it reasonable for us to fight to the death? What's there to complain about? Are we supposed to hope that the Imperial Court will let us live? "
Everyone gripped their long sabers tightly. Their anger turned into determination.
"Well said, Cult Master Fang! We're already in a life-or-death relationship. It's normal for us to have casualties. It's ridiculous to talk about justice. "A cold voice came from outside the door.
"Who's there?" Fang Jie shouted. Pang Wanchun, who was beside him, pulled his four-picul Iron Body Bow. A sharp arrow pierced through the air and shot out of the door. The arrow pierced through the door, and the sound of the bowstring was heard. In a flash, a fatal arrow was released.
The voice outside the door chuckled. The door creaked. A green figure walked in, holding a refined iron arrow in his hand. Chen Ang smiled and said, "Weren't you waiting for me?"
"You dog official, you still dare to come here. Today, I will avenge Brother Shi!" Fang Jie looked at Chen Ang with eyes full of hatred and a deep sense of jealousy.
Sometimes, the 'justice' that supported a person was the kind of resentment and jealousy towards injustice. Their hatred towards injustice was not so much the hatred towards injustice itself, but rather the jealousy towards the other side of injustice, and the hatred towards those who benefited from injustice.
When they became the ones benefiting from injustice, they would defend this' injustice 'tenfold.
Chen Ang sighed slightly. From the perspective of the core members of the Ming Cult like Fang Jie, looking at their aspirations and awareness, the Ming Cult was only so-so!
He looked at Fang Jie and smiled. He said lazily, "You want to avenge Shi Bao? Then you've got the wrong person. Since I spared his life, why would I go through so much trouble to kill him? I don't care about people like him. "
"Brother Shi was injured by your hand, and he couldn't be treated. If it wasn't you, who else could it be?" Fang Jie asked angrily, "Could it be us who did it, you …"
"I'm afraid you've misunderstood me!" Chen Ang interrupted indifferently, "Do you think I'm explaining to you? I'm just stating a fact. Whether you believe it or not, what does it have to do with me? That's your choice, and I'm just deciding the outcome of your choice. "
Chen Ang didn't care about the attitude of the Ming Cult people. A mantis trying to stop a chariot, did a chariot need to care about the attitude of a mantis? It only gave a result. He stated a fact, not to change the attitude of others, but because of his habit of being realistic. He was also very 'realistic' about the reactions of others.
They were calm, and it had nothing to do with Chen Ang. If they were impulsive, they would be crushed.
"How dare you!" "You're asking for death!" The Ming Cult people in the hall were angered by Chen Ang's condescending attitude, and they started scolding him. A few of the more hot-tempered cult members were even more restless, and they were about to draw their swords.
Fang La glanced at them, and they became obedient. However, there were still people who were unwilling to give up, and they said, "A dog official of the imperial court killed my brother. He deserves to die a thousand times. We can't let him go!"
As soon as he said that, many people agreed. Fang La sighed and said, "The imperial court and the Ming Cult are like fire and water. You and I are in a life-or-death situation. Today's battle is inevitable. I've already made a conclusion about Shi Bao's death. It's not because of this groundless accusation, but because we stand on different sides."
"That's right. I've finally met someone who understands." Chen Ang smiled faintly and said, "Cult Leader, please!"
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