Chapter 437

Mengqi looked tough, but he was very cautious when choosing his targets. Basically, he only aimed at the horse bandits at the Qi-cultivation Stage, trying to kill them with one strike, so that the others would not dare to resist.

As the chase went on, the horse bandits completely collapsed. With the spread of the fire, the whole Evil Ridge camp was in a mess. Even the horse bandits who did not know the situation ran away, making the situation even more chaotic.

Some of them ran back to their residences, hurriedly packed up their belongings and went down the mountain. Some directly rushed out of the camp gate and left in a hurry. A small number of them set fire everywhere and plundered the camp's belongings.

The camp was suddenly filled with wails and howls. The fire rose to the sky, like a Shura hell.

After cutting down a horse bandit, Mengqi slowly stopped chasing and let them escape. At this point, unless Ze Luoju returned, no one could stabilize the situation. But with his current physical strength, it was impossible to kill all of them or kill most of them.

In just a few moments, the entire campsite became empty. Hundreds of highwaymen were scattered all over the place.

Meng Qi held his Buddhist Commandment Blade, whose blood was still boiling and evaporating. He let out a long whistle to signal his Junior Brother to come over, while he returned to Kang Zhi's yard. He had neither the mind nor the physical strength to rob other horse bandits' belongings, but the "inheritance" of the two Seven Apertures Masters was still waiting for him to "inherit". These three yards were the starting point of the collapse, and with the fierce Meng Qi behind them, no horse bandits dared to turn back to plunder.

"Senior Brother, you destroyed the Evil Ridge by yourself. You will definitely be famous." Zhen Hui jumped out from the corner, looking excited. He had always been interested in such Jianghu affairs.

Looking at his Junior Brother who was covered in smoke, Mengqi laughed and said, "It's not just me. It's the three of us. Junior Brother, you are also going to be famous."

"Really?" Zhen Hui became more excited. He did not have any other thoughts about being famous. He just thought it was fun.

"Of course. You made a great contribution by setting fire to the camp." Mengqi was not stingy with his praise.

Zhen Hui nodded happily and said with a distracted mind, "I wonder what nickname I will have. Senior Brother, I heard they call you 'Thunder Blade Evil Monk'?"

"Hehe." Meng Qi answered with a stiff expression. This title was far from his ideal. Shouldn't it be "Thunder-breaking Blade" or "Red Dust Monk", which sounded like lofty nicknames?

As they talked, they returned to Kang Zhi's yard. Gu Changqing stared at Kang Zhi with a twisted face, crazily venting his hatred.

"You're back?" He seemed to be a little dazed and turned his head.

Meng Qi gently nodded. "The horse bandits have been driven away by me. Before the news spreads, the Evil Ridge camp is safe. Do whatever you want to do. I'll go look for the spoils."

He knew that Gu Changqing wanted to torture Kang Zhi, so it was understandable.

Gu Changqing nodded heavily and turned back to Kang Zhi. "I know you have several children in the back room. I want you to experience the pain of watching your loved ones die in front of you and being powerless!"

As if to explain his actions, he added, "Evil must be eradicated …"

His face reflected the light of the fire, leaving behind a shadow. Light and darkness intertwined, like a vengeful demon from hell, revealing indescribable resentment and malevolence.

Kang Zhi's mute acupoint was blocked, so he could only make a whining sound.

Mengqi was stunned. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Brother Gu …" Zhen Hui's face changed. He was about to say something, but Mengqi covered his mouth and dragged him out of the yard. He closed the door and left Gu Changqing alone.

"Senior Brother, vengeance is vengeance. Killing the innocent will make you guilty and suffer in the 18 levels of hell!" Zhen Hui was very serious. He was more like a monk than Meng Qi.

Meng Qi's face was gloomy. He sighed and said, "I know. But I just asked myself, what would I do if my whole family was killed?"

"Senior Brother, what would you do?" Zhen Hui's attention was instantly diverted.

Mengqi gritted his teeth and said with a twisted face, "Kill his family."

Zhen Hui's eyes were wide open. He didn't understand the power of hatred.

Mengqi patted him on the shoulder. "Well, Junior Brother, let Changqing handle it himself. Only by taking revenge with his own hands and according to his own wishes can he be free. Of course, we have to persuade him not to be blinded by such ideas in the future."

"Okay." Zhen Hui looked back sympathetically. The night wind blew over with rolling heat waves.

Out of sight, out of mind, Meng Qi dragged the two corpses a little further away. He crouched down and began to search.

Since it was midnight, the two Seven Apertures Masters had nothing on them except the gemstone rings and jade pendants that people in the Western Region liked to wear, and the Zhanmadao that seemed to be made of cold iron.

Just by touching it, it was cold to the bone, and it reflected the Ice Palace Sword.

Mengqi took off the Red Sun Evil Blade and hung it on his waist. Then he carried the Zhanmadao on his back and walked to the yard next door.

In the room of the Seven Apertures Master who used the Zhanmadao, Mengqi found three bags of gemstones, some gold ingots, silver pieces, and a script.

"Coldwind Bladesmanship?" Meng Qi casually flipped it open and found that it was a bladesmanship derived from the Exterior bladesmanship moves of the Seven Apertures Master. He had collected many bladesmanship scripts and combined them with the changes of the Exterior bladesmanship. After ten years, he finally created his own bladesmanship, which was not bad in the enlightenment period. Therefore, he planned to write it down as a script for future inheritance and to leave his name in the afterlife.

Mengqi was satisfied and regretful at the same time. He was satisfied that it made up for his lack of enlightening the Apertures bladesmanship, but regretful that the Exterior moves were the inheritance of the Gist of Trueness, and the Seven Apertures Master did not write it down. Moreover, the scripts of bladesmanship he collected were given to his close subordinates after he mastered them. He guessed that they were either taken away or destroyed in the fire.

As he flipped through the script, a piece of black fur suddenly fell out. Mengqi picked it up and saw that it was covered with dense symbols, but he did not know what they meant.

He frowned and flipped through the other papers in the room. Finally, he figured out what it was.

The Seven Apertures Master had mistakenly entered a mysterious mausoleum and obtained the inheritance of the Gist of Trueness of "Piercing Snow" and this piece of fur. But he had no chance to enter again, and he could not figure out the meaning of the symbols on this piece of fur. He could only put it in the script and wait for a chance to inquire about it in the future.

Mengqi smiled and put away the script along with the piece of fur. For others, it might take a chance to "crack" the secret of the fur, but he did not need to go through so much trouble. As long as the next Samsara task was opened, he could get it identified by the Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms.

"Junior Brother, this is yours." Mengqi generously threw a bag of gems, a bag of gold ingots, and some silver to Zhen Hui. He was practicing Flower-pinching Finger and could not be distracted, so the script was useless to him.

Zhen Hui had the experience of begging for alms when he was penniless, so he had a deep understanding of the importance of property. Therefore, he happily put them away and urged Mengqi to go to the next shop.

Suddenly, a low sobbing sound drilled into their ears.

"Ghost!" Zhen Hui was startled. The Buddha beads in his hand glowed with a faint glaze light, looking peaceful and peaceful.

He hid behind Mengqi with excitement and fear, looking at the wing room from which the sound came.

The corner of Mengqi's mouth twitched. "You have the protection of the Eradicating Buddha Bead. What is there to be afraid of in the face of ghosts and evil ghosts?"

While thinking, he held the Red Sun Evil Blade tightly. "Evil ghosts are also evil creatures!"

After listening carefully for a while, Meng Qi heaved a sigh of relief and glared at Zhen Hui. What the hell!

He pushed open the door and stepped into the wing room. He saw a woman in thin clothes curled up on the bed, shivering and crying softly.

"Don't, don't kill me. I'm not a horse bandit. I was kidnapped." She cried in fear.

Mengqi saw that she did not know Kung Fu and knew that the horse bandits would kidnap women when they robbed. He knew that she was telling the truth, so he put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, I'm here to save you."

"Save, save us?" She looked up and saw two young monks standing by the door. Although they were covered with blood and their clothes were ragged, they looked good.

"Amitabha, my brother and I are Shaolin monks." Mengqi answered in a warm voice.

Being a monk and hearing that the chaos outside had subsided, the woman suddenly burst into tears. She cried bitterly and could not make a sound.

"Don't cry, young lady. The fire is spreading. You'd better pack up quickly and leave Evil Ridge with me." Mengqi reminded her. From her existence, it could be seen that there were many kidnapped women in the camp and they must be rescued from the fire.

Mengqi would not care too much if he did not encounter this kind of thing. But now that he was here, he would not ignore it. It was just that he could not bear to see it happen.

The girl hurriedly stood up and bowed. "I'm from the Great Jin Dynasty. I came to the Western Region to visit my relatives, but I was kidnapped by horse bandits and became their concubine. Thank you for saving me, masters."

Speaking of this, she was overwhelmed with grief. Her chastity was ruined and it would be hard for her to live in the future.

She was beautiful and elegant. No wonder she was chosen by a Seven Apertures master … Mengqi sighed and said, "Young lady, you don't have to worry about other things. Find some belongings and only contact your immediate relatives when you return to the Great Jin Dynasty. Tell others that you're a widow."

"Okay!" The girl nodded heavily with a determined look. No matter what would happen in the future, it would be better than being in the horse bandits' lair.

Mengqi quietly left some gold ingots, silver pieces, and a bag of gems. He walked to the center of the camp, exerted his power and shouted, "Zhen Ding of Shaolin has destroyed the Evil Ridge. Innocent people, please come out and meet us."

His voice rolled and spread far. After three voices, women came out one after another. For a while, the sound of crying came one after another.

Mengqi let the girl just now be the leader. She organized these poor women to look for belongings in the yard of the other Seven Apertures master and other intact residences. They divided the belongings equally for their future survival.

Mengqi himself only found three books of enlightening the Apertures and five books of Qi-cultivation. The Seven Apertures master was good at eagle claws and did not collect any Refined Weapons.

The girls were full of enthusiasm. When they were in full swing, Gu Changqing walked out of the yard. His body was covered with blood and his face was calm with relief.

"Thank you for your help." He bowed deeply.

Mengqi helped him up. "You've taken revenge. Live well and don't let your uncle down."

"Yes, I'll become a real hero! I must eliminate all evil! " Gu Changqing gently nodded. His eyes regained their spirit. This was not only his own wish, but also the hope of his father and mother. Therefore, he was more determined.

If only he did not say the second half. Mengqi quietly sighed. "Changqing, the Immensity Sea is dangerous. Follow me back to the Great Jin Dynasty. In the future, when you become an Exterior master, you can come back to kill Ze Luoju and his gang."

"My mother was born in the Great Jin Dynasty. I have to escort the memorial tablet to my grandfather's house." Gu Changqing said with a heartbreaking calmness.

The horse bandits fed the bodies of his family to the wolves. He could not find them to bury.

"Good. If you have any difficulties, just come to me." Mengqi nodded and said boldly, "One arrow pierces through the clouds and thousands of horses and soldiers come to meet me!"