Chapter 1079: Mayflies are not comparable to heaven and earth. Let all the phenomena go and see all sentient beings (10)
“…Nine years after Wu Jianshuo, the Jurchens went south for the fourth time, and everyone knows what happened along the way.”
Meng Zhutao's voice echoed in the wide courtyard, suppressing the slight noise caused by the marriage of his junior brother and junior sister.
"After the army passed Xuzhou, the Wu Dynasty's army in Jiangbei fled south in a hurry, and thousands of people fled in haste. I have a stockade in the mountains, avoiding the main road, so I didn't suffer much impact. Inside the stockade There is food in stock, which I have carefully saved over the past few years, and later I took in the refugees, so thousands more people survived!"
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"As for the people in Yujia Village, I first called them to move. If there are young people among the people who want to do things and can do things, Meng will place them in the village. Of course, there will inevitably be some fights and some Strong men and even officials of the Wu Dynasty saw that I was well prepared and wanted to come and rob them, so they were killed by me. To be honest, during this period, Meng also robbed the government's granary. If you want to talk about killing people, Meng Zhutao's hands are stained with blood, so he is definitely not innocent, but when it comes to saving people, Meng is much more competent than many officials when he saves people!"
At this point in his words, many Green Foresters in the crowd had already begun to nod.
Someone said: "Even if the government's food was kept, it would later fall into the hands of the Jurchens."
Someone else said: "It is indeed extremely difficult for Mr. Meng to be able to do this. He is worthy of being a 'measurer of heaven'."
Some people also said: "Could he have done this to kill his master?"
Meng Zhutao was obviously quite proud of his rescue actions over the years. He paused and glanced around.
“There are two differences between Meng and his tutor, and it is not impossible to tell everyone..."
He said: "One of the reasons is that the tutor is upright. When the Jurchens went south, he always hoped that Meng could lead his troops to attack the Jin army and fight for justice..."
As soon as these words came out, there was another roar in the crowd. They all felt that this powerful power was too strong. When the Jin people came to kill, the millions of troops of the Wu Dynasty were still retreating. Meng Zhuotao, a small village, if he really killed If you go out, you will just die in front of the Jurchen formation, so what's the use?
Meng Zhutao shook his head: "My master's idea is an excellent idea, and Meng can understand his mood very well. It's just that in this world, everyone's choices, under such circumstances, can no longer be said to be right or wrong. Meng has his own persistence, and on this point, he is different from the thoughts of several junior brothers and sisters. Although Old Hero Ling has tried to persuade me, he also understands my thoughts..."
"But at the same time, Master... I always felt that Meng sometimes used excessive methods and killed too many people. In fact, thinking about it afterwards, sometimes maybe he shouldn't have killed so many people, but he was in the chaos of the previous two years. , many times, I can’t tell the difference.”
After the Jurchens left, the mess in the south of the Yangtze River was left behind, followed by a large-scale uprising by the Fair Party, killing rich people and taking away food. During this period, the heroes from all walks of life who raised their flags were plotting against each other and fighting each other. Here. Although Meng Zhuotao did not say it clearly, everyone could almost smell the permeating smell of blood.
Meng Zhutao let out a long sigh.
"Master didn't want to follow me up the mountain. Later... the situation in Jiangbei was bad, and people at the foot of the mountain had lost their children. There weren't many things in my village, and my men... had some troubles. Master, he came to me every time to explain it. , big and small things have been mixed together, and in the end there is nothing to say...Master said that as warriors, we use martial arts as our way. Since we can't explain clearly with our mouths, let's use martial arts to defend our way."
“…We had a fight, and it was an upright fight. The old hero Ling said, this is the ceremony to thank my master, and from now on, he will send me off as a disciple.”
Meng Zhutao stood there quietly for a moment. He raised one hand and looked at his right hand.
"Heroes, Meng has been fighting hard in the rapids for these years. The martial arts in his hands are not just a showpiece for others to look at. There is too much blood on my hands on my ruler. In this case, the kung fu must be extremely violent. Master, he The old man used some of his unique skills in the steel whip, but I couldn't stop and injured him... This is Meng's sin. But if you say that the old hero died because of me, I don't agree. The old hero Ling was the last one. , and did not say that I was wrong. He just said that we had different paths, so we had to go our separate ways. As for the whipping method of the Ling family, Meng has never failed to live up to it. "
“It was the world that killed the old hero Ling!”
Meng Zhutao turned around, slowly walked up the steps under the eaves, then turned around again and said loudly.
"Everyone, the difference between me and the old hero Ling is the difference in martial arts. The old hero wanted to die generously, and Meng admired him in his heart, but Meng's path is to let more people survive... Meng asked These people survived."
He pointed his finger at the four people in the center of the courtyard.
"In the mountains, Meng made the people in the village survive... In Yujia Village, Meng made the people in Yujia Village survive... When the Jurchens came to kill them, Meng made thousands of people survive. … In addition, there were tens of thousands of people from the Fairness Party, and Meng kept them alive.”
"If you talk about whether innocent people died in the process of survival, Meng would like to say that there are not only some, but maybe many... In such a world, if you let some people survive, there must be some others who will not survive." Not going down. Why? This is because after the Jurchens wreaked havoc, there is no longer enough rice in the world."
"At this time, some people still have food rations for ten people in their home. Do you think he is guilty? He is not guilty but guilty at the same time! These ten people who have no food are about to starve to death, so we can only take away this One person's rations can keep ten people alive. Dear heroes, if the Fair Party cannot live without rice, millions of people in Jiangnan will die! We can only take some measures to make the number of people die slightly less! When the situation eases a little, Try your best to let more people, or even all people, survive!"
"I just heard someone say that whether Meng Zhuotao is qualified to be in charge of the 'Resentment Society' or not, heroes, whether he can be in charge of the 'Resentment Society' is not based on emotion and reason. That's not because Meng is a good person, and it's not because Meng is a good person. When facing the Jurchens, he rushed forward generously and died, but because Meng was able to let more people survive, it was because Meng could choose one of the two bad choices that was not the worst. "
"Everyone, in the meeting of resentment, as long as you make a choice, resentment will always intersect with this person. You let people live, and those who died will hate you. You have upheld justice for one party, and those who were dealt with Will hate you, this is the so-called resentment society. People who do not make choices will never have karma..."
Meng Zhutao looked at the junior brothers and sisters in the courtyard below. The people around the courtyard were whispering. After all, it was difficult to judge this matter.
If Meng Zhuotao claimed to be a gentleman with perfect morals, he might still be able to criticize him. But the other party had a lot of blood on his hands. He was both good and evil, and his separation from Ling Shengwei due to differences in work was not a complete conflict. It doesn't make sense. The most important thing is that what he just said seemed calm and generous on the surface, but in fact it was extremely tough. For a while, not many people dared to speak about it and "judge" him with simple morality.
The expressions on the faces of several junior brothers and sisters changed. The fourth junior brother who had gone to school gritted his teeth and choked out a sentence: "You are so eloquent and have countless lies, do you want to expose such a grudge? "
"it's not true."
Meng Zhutao shook his head and said calmly: "The difference between me and the old hero Ling is just a truth for everyone in the world. This right and wrong does not belong to the old hero Ling, nor to me. The martial arts competition The old hero from Riling sent me to my apprenticeship with a happy heart. How could you know? You are my junior brothers and sisters. I used to treat you as children, but you have grown up and it is natural and reasonable for you to come for revenge. .”
He said: "Yu Bin, in the past you thought about coming here to seek revenge, but you were hesitant and worried that I would instruct my men to do anything to you casually. This is really looking down on your senior brother. Warriors regard martial arts as their way. , if you are determined and want to kill us, senior brother will only be happy in his heart."
"So, today, at this moment, you are going to seek revenge. Should you come alone or four of you? Meng will be the only one to take it...how?"
Meng Zhutao said this and spread his hands forward.
The onlookers became excited, knowing that although they had exchanged words before, Meng Zhutao was actually angry in his heart, and there would still be a fight at this moment.
The four members of the Ling family may not be very powerful in martial arts, but if they are all four together, everyone will be able to get some clues as to how high the martial arts of Meng Zhuotao, one of the eight rulers, is. Come.
After Meng Zhuotao's words fell, there was silence in the courtyard for a moment. Although the four people who came to seek revenge were generous in their words, they were slightly hesitant about Meng Zhuotao's direct invitation.
The crowd murmured for a while, and on the second floor, Jin Yongsheng, the big shopkeeper under King Ping Ping, said: "Now that today's matter has come to this, I can be your guarantor. Everyone in the Ling family is seeking revenge openly. If you talk to me later, If Mr. Meng fights, no matter who is killed or injured on either side, the matter must end here. Even if Mr. Meng dies here, no one is allowed to seek revenge, and if it is everyone in the Ling family, and that...little brother Yu Bin Now that I have gone, I am not allowed to hold any grudges over this. What do you think, everyone?"
“Heavenly Sword” Tan Zhengdao: “This is how it should be.”
Li Yanfeng, Guo Shengtian and others also spoke up: "We can also be guarantees. If anyone continues, he will not give face to the many heroic seniors who came here today!"
When everyone said this, someone in the crowd came out and said: "Amitabha." Everyone present was shocked when they heard the Buddha's name, and they could feel the powerful inner power of this Buddha's name, as if it had sunk directly into everyone's hearts. .
What came out at this time was a tall monk with a gray beard, wearing a shabby gray robe, and holding a crescent shovel. The monk walked out of the crowd and came towards the center of the field. The four people in the center seemed to have found a savior, and they each joined hands in greeting. I saw this monk, who was about fifty years old, raised one palm forward and said with a smile: "Donor Meng, do you still recognize me?"
“It turns out to be Master Tanji.” Meng Zhuotao cupped his fists and saluted, “Long time no see.”
"When I met Benefactor Ling ten years ago, you were already very good at martial arts. I predicted at that time that one day you would be able to make the Ling family's whipping technique shine. But I never imagined that when we meet again ten years later, we will be in this situation. Already."
After the monk smiled, his face became solemn: "Not long ago, these junior brothers and sisters of yours came to Lao Na and asked Lao Na to seek justice for the death of Donor Ling. Lao Na recalled what he saw ten years ago and knew that the Donor was knowledgeable, so today Let a few of them come forward first to encourage the donor to speak out and find out the whole story. At this time, it seems that it is really...an evil debt."
After hearing what he said, Meng Zhuotao over there also let out a slight breath: "So that's it. I noticed that a few junior brothers and sisters did this, and there might be someone behind the scenes, worried that they would be used by bad people. I didn't expect it to be Tan. Master Ji will come over and everything will be fine."
“It’s okay to say it’s okay, but that’s not necessarily the case.”
“…What does the master mean by this?”
Meng Zhuotao’s expression was slightly startled.
The monk Tanji opposite raised one palm up and sighed slightly.
"Amitabha, before I became a monk, I was an old acquaintance with Donor Ling Shengwei. At that time, Donor Ling and I discussed martial arts all night long and taught me the essence of the whipping technique, so that I could make up for what I had learned and finally be able to kill the enemy. To avenge the family... Benefactor Meng, you and Benefactor Ling have different paths, but even so, I can't say that what you did is wrong because of your openness, so I have nothing to say about the great road..."
“But apart from that, regarding trivial matters like personal grudges, I am limited by cause and effect and have to do something..."
…
The old monk looked at Meng Zhutao over there with a slightly tired look.
…
Meng Zhutao's eyes were complicated, and he opened his mouth slightly. This continued for a while, but finally he sighed.
…
“…that’s all.”
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In the misty night, in the courtyard of the Golden Tower illuminated by fire, a group of Green Foresters moved toward the back to make more space for the two people who were preparing for a life-and-death fight.
Chen Juefang, Jin Yongsheng, Tan Zheng, Li Yanfeng and others also came down from upstairs at this time.
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 Tanji, who was born in Wutai Mountain, is not an unknown person in the green forest. He is highly skilled in martial arts, and the most important thing is that during the more than ten years after the fall of the Central Plains, he was active in the enemy-occupied areas on both sides of the Yellow River and did many things. Little chivalrous deeds.
His martial arts skills and reputation made him a figure that all the heroes present had to respect. Even Tan Zheng, Jin Yongsheng and others could only talk about being on the same level in front of each other at this time. As for Li Yanfeng, he could only talk with him here. Meng Zhutao usually calls himself a junior.
This time, three men and one woman from the Ling family came out holding the memorial tablet. On the surface, they were seeking revenge and seeking justice. However, as one of the eight leaders, Meng Zhuotao was worried about the manipulation of more interested people. Some words pushed Yu Bin and others to the choice of a duel. They originally wanted to put pressure on several junior brothers and sisters to force out the possible pushers. Who knew that with the appearance of Monk Tan Ji, his His words trapped him.
It is because he himself admits that the other party’s selfish enmity is reasonable.
In the venue at this time, Tan Zheng and others used their words to persuade, saying that both of them were useful and should preserve their strength to fight against the Jin Dynasty, or that it was time for the old hero Ling Shengwei to retaliate. After all, it was not the case that Meng Zhuotao was beaten to death... However, as a monk, Tan Ji knew his true feelings and was used to being aggressive. How could he be persuaded by such simple words? When everyone tried to persuade him, it was just He shook his head helplessly and smiled.
His friendship with Ling Shengwei was so special that after Ling Shengwei's death, he had no choice but to take action for his own personal vendetta. This was not a righteous move, but it could only be said to be an imperative.
Meng Zhutao stood still in the field, leaning on the iron ruler in his hand, closing his eyes and concentrating.
He is tall and strong. He has practiced martial arts three times in his life. He first practiced stick skills, spear skills, and then steel whip. The iron ruler in his hand at this moment is longer than the ordinary steel whip and mace, and looks similar to the steel whip. There is no difference between an iron rod, but given his size, he can use it alternately with one hand and both hands. It is already regarded as a side weapon that founded the sect. This iron ruler has no edge, but the destructive power between swings is the same as that of a steel whip. Recycling Sometimes he can resist attacks like a stick, and he has smashed the bones of many people over the years.
Monk Tan Ji turned around and gave instructions to several people from the Ling family, and then came over to Meng Zhuotao. He held the heavy crescent shovel in his hand and said: "I am practicing a crazy wand. Donor Meng knows that, once he hits When I get excited, I can't control myself. What I did today was just a personal grudge, but I had to do it. I'm really ashamed."
Meng Zhutao opened his eyes: "If Master dies, where should I bury you?"
“Boil it into dust and scatter it as you please.”
“…that’s all.”
Meng Zhutao sighed.
Tan Ji suddenly picked up the crescent shovel and roared over while shouting!
…
At this moment in the night, Yan Yunzhi was wearing a raincoat on the street outside Jinlou, watching the crowds of people gathered moving forward.
“The fight is about to start, the fight is about to start…” someone said excitedly.
“Weren’t we just fighting? What’s so great about it!”
“This time it’s different. Master Tanji is fighting to the death with Meng Zhuotao from the Resentment Society.”
The busybodies on the street are all those who want to get into the party but are not qualified because of their low martial arts skills. Their words at this time are full of excitement.
Yan Yunzhi frowned and moved forward. She didn't have much idea about Meng Zhuotao of the 'Resentment Society'. She only knew that she was in it to welcome him. But she had heard about Master Tanji's righteous deeds in the Central Plains over the years. My father Yan Taiwei said it many times.
When I was confused, I heard a loud shout in the yard, and the shouts shook the surroundings, followed by a loud "bang". I don't know how hard the two iron tools hit each other to make such a sound.
The sound came. The crowd on the street immediately exclaimed again...
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At the same moment, on the other side of the city, on the street near Wuhu Inn, a group of people approached in the dark.
…It means the front part.”
The person leading the way will report back.
The leader of this team is Lu Xian, the young leader under Wei Yanwen who is responsible for arresting people, carrying both long and short swords. The deputy next to Lu Xian is a little older, but he led Lu Xian out, and everyone lives in the village.
The oldest Li Duanwu.
After taking over Wei Xuwen's mission, Lu Xian pretended to patrol every night, and sent out his men to look around during the day. After a few days of this, he found the place where Long Aotian and Sun Wukong were suspected to live.
People coming in from outside the city want to find a decent place to live according to the rules, but there are not many places to choose from. Li Duanwu is an old catcher, and the disciple he brought out, Lu Xian, is also experienced and sniffed out two
The boy's body did not smell much of the stench of sleeping in the open, so the scope of the investigation was narrowed down.
“What’s hanging is the flag of Nongxian, the leader of the Fairness Party.” Li Duanwu looked at it carefully and said.
"Nongxian Zhao Jingci is a careless person, and it's rare to see people flying his flag." Lu Xian smiled, then looked at the environment near the inn and made arrangements, "There is smoke under the bridge next to the inn. Let's go check it out.
Someone, is he being followed? I sent a message to Uncle Duanwu that he would go in later and pretended to stay in the hotel to find out the situation. There were two young men, the younger of whom was a monk. If nothing unexpected happened, it would not be difficult to find out the news.
If necessary, you can give me some money and spread the word to learn more."
After he said this, the young man named Zhuzhu walked towards the bridge hole near the inn. When he got closer, he saw a figure under the bridge hole who was struggling to make a fire with wet wood. His original fire may have been extinguished. At this moment
Only small embers were left. The figure kneeling on the ground in ragged clothes placed a few slightly dry firewood branches on it and carefully blew the wind. The smoke from the fire made him cough non-stop.
There is also a weak figure, lying on the windward side of the bridge hole, sleeping sickly.
A young man named Zhuzi came closer, perhaps disturbing the wind at the entrance of the cave, causing the small flame inside to tremble and be about to be extinguished. The beggar who was blowing the fire turned around, and Zhuzi walked out and pulled out a long knife.
, pressed against the other person's throat: "Don't talk."
As the small fire flickered, the beggar also trembled in fear.
Zhu Zhu looked carefully at the beggar trembling in front of the long knife, then took a step forward and went to the other side to look at the other figure lying on the ground. Here was a woman, so thin that she was almost skin and bones, and she was so sick.
It was so annoying. Seeing him coming to check on the woman, the beggar blowing the fire knelt down and wanted to come over. His eyes were full of supplication. The long knife on the pillar turned and pointed at him again, and then he pulled up the woman's tattered clothes and took a look.
The current situation in Jiangning City is complicated. Some places are just populated by ordinary people, and there are also some places that look ordinary on the outside, but are actually where evil people gather. You must be cautious. Lu Xian and others are not familiar with this place at the moment. The pillar observed for a while,
It was just confirmed that these two people were ordinary beggars. The woman was sick and was in a daze and was about to die. The man was lame in one leg and his voice was stammering and unclear. When he saw that he was holding a knife, he kept crying.
beg for mercy.
Zhu Zhu was upset when he saw it, and he wished he could just kill the opponent with two swords.
After a while, someone from above the river came to pick him up and asked him to come up.
He followed him at a trot, only to see Lu Xian and others running in the dark streets. A young man named Chuanwen was carrying a person on his shoulders. He didn't know why. They walked to a nearby broken house.
After throwing the unconscious figure on the ground, he lit a fire and started talking, then he realized what happened in the Wuhu Inn.
"Damn... it looks like an ordinary inn, and there aren't many people inside. Who knew that the waiter was quite alert? We asked him about the whereabouts of the two young men, and he said he didn't know, but judging from his appearance
There were some problems... Uncle Duanwu took me out and then turned back. He saw the waiter going inside to report the news. We quickly intercepted him in the corridor, punched him unconscious, and found a guide
The window of the room jumped out..."
The young man named Chuanwen babbled and spat: "Mom, there must be something going on there..."
Someone lit a light, Li Duanwu leaned down and searched the whole body of the waiter. At this time, the waiter also woke up in a trance, and he was about to struggle. Several young people around him rushed to hold him down, and someone blocked him.
Stop the waiter's mouth. Li Duanwu rummaged for a moment and pulled out a small cloth bag from the straps on the other's feet. He opened the bag and frowned.
“A blind cat encounters a dead mouse, and he really gets the best deal..."
Li Duanwu murmured and handed the thing in his hand to Lu Xian. What he took out of the cloth bag were two hand-copied booklets.
Lu Xian frowned and looked at the waiter on the ground: "From the reading club?" Then he took out a knife in his hand, squatted down, waved his hand and said, "Let him speak."
The attendant who blocked the other person’s mouth reached out and removed the ball of cloth from the waiter’s mouth.
Lu Xian and the other party looked at each other for a moment. The waiter gasped and looked uncertain. Lu Xian sighed: "I didn't come here to find you this time... I just read a few books. Why should I react so much to that?"
The news about Long Aotian and Sun Wukong tells us that we can just let you go back. Why bother?"
The waiter gasped for a while: "You...since you know about the book club, it won't be a big deal. You...where are you from?"
“Sent by King Ping Ping.” Lu Xian said casually.
The other party obviously didn't believe it. He looked at Lu Xian for a moment and said: "You... act wantonly... arrest people at will. You... look at the situation in the city... If the Fair Party does this, it won't succeed. I don't think so.
To succeed, you must have rules...you must have rules..."
He said these words as if he was talking about some kind of incision. Lu Xian frowned: "We are not here to arrest you. We are asking about those two people. One is Long Aotian and the other is Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong is a
Young monk, if you know, tell us and the matter will be settled, can it be done?"
“…I don’t know what little monk…I thought, I thought you were arresting me…”
Lu Xian stood up, sighed, and finally said: "...ask more." He looked aside and said, "Pass the text, come here and learn the craft."
On the street in the night, after a while, there was a scream that was as suppressed as a ghost's cry. Jiangning City has been in ruins since the chaos. Such a sound seemed real and illusory, so it was not something surprising...
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Golden Tower.
In the courtyard, Monk Tanji’s crazy wand roared like a wheel. As it waved vertically and horizontally, the two people fighting swept through the entire venue like a hurricane.
Heavy blows kept ringing out, and the crazy wand was so powerful that it almost made no progress during the attack. The power of the iron ruler in Meng Zhuotao's hand was beyond ordinary people's imagination. When he held the ruler with both hands, he could
He deflected the opponent's crescent shovel from the front, and if he held a ruler in one hand and swung it like a steel whip, the force that exploded was even more astonishing.
In the first half of the fight between the two sides, Meng Zhuotao seemed to have some intentions. He was mostly on the defensive after being chased by Monk Tanji. However, in the middle period, he showed his temper and the force of his steel whip became more and more heavy. Monk Tanji continued with
When the Crazy Wand attacked, Meng Zhuotao swung his iron whip several times to fight with him. With his fierce swings, he even knocked back the opponent's attack momentum several times.
A decorative stone pillar on the edge of the venue was hit by two weapons, and stone powder exploded in the sky. A table placed next to it was also directly smashed into tatters in the subsequent roar. The people watching on both sides of the venue were stunned for a moment.
He couldn't help but retreat back, knowing that if he got involved in the fierce fight between these two people, the flesh and blood of ordinary people would never be able to withstand a heavy blow.
In such a fight, everyone was secretly frightened. The reputation of Jundao was indeed well-deserved. Monk Tanji had been famous for many years, but that was all. Meng Zhuotao, who was in his thirties and not yet forty, could actually compete with his opponent. With the upper hand, it is no wonder that he can become a powerful hero. Although he has joined the Ling family, the entire sect including Ling Shengwei may not be enough for him to fight. It makes sense to leave at this time.
The crazy fight between the two sides made the spectators tremble with fear. Monk Tanji originally had a kind look on his face, but after beating with the crazy wand for a long time, he became more aggressive and shouted again during the fight, which narrowed the distance between the two. He He pressed the opponent's iron ruler with his iron staff, jumped forward, and hit Meng Zhuotao with a headbutt on his face. Meng Zhuotao hurriedly dodged, but the monk's headbutt hit his neck. Tao grabbed both hands, hit the opponent with a knee and kicked him up in the abdomen!
The two figures were entangled together, and Monk Tanji was hit by his knee. When he retaliated with a punch, the two of them pressed their weapons at a short distance and beat each other wildly. Monk Tanji opened his mouth and pointed at Meng Tao's neck. Taking a big bite, Meng Zhuotao struggled to get away, avoiding the vital point of his throat. He picked up the iron ruler and tried to distance himself. The old monk grabbed the crescent shovel and shoveled it fiercely. Meng Zhuotao's body was moving rapidly. With a sudden spin as he retreated, Monk Tanji rushed over with a heavy shovel, hitting his opponent's shoulder with his body.
The old monk swung the shovel to fight back, but Meng Zhutao's body was spinning in the air, and he looked back at the moon with the same strike. The front end of the iron ruler hit the old monk's head with a bang.
The old monk was unable to turn around and threw his body forward. His head had been shattered by the opponent's iron ruler just now.
Meng Zhuotao landed hard and staggered back a few steps. The ferocious fight stopped almost instantly. Meng Zhuotao was stunned for a moment. According to his idea, if it was possible, he would naturally It was better not to kill the opponent, but when the fight was so intense, how could he withstand it? Just like in the last fight with his master, he couldn't hold back his attack and finally caused internal injuries to the opponent. Once, Monk Tanji became more skilled in martial arts, and he became increasingly unable to control the situation.
The people watching almost didn’t react for a while.
But at this moment, a figure jumped out from behind Meng Zhuotao. It was Yu Bin, the second senior brother of the Ling family who had been named by Meng Zhuotao earlier. He raised his whip and hit Meng Zhuotao on the head hard. Down.
“Stop”
"careful!"
“Shu Zi Er Dare”
In the surrounding field, someone stood up suddenly, "Heavenly Sword" Tan Zheng drew his sword with a "戗" sound, "Jackdaw" Chen Juefang swooped towards this side, and Li Yanfeng waved a fruit... ...Meng Zhuotao's figure flashed, and he held an iron ruler in his hand. Everyone could only hear the whips falling, and they didn't know exactly where they hit. Then Meng Zhuotao's iron ruler swung horizontally, knocking Yu Bin's body away in the air. go out.
“Don’t make mistakes”
Meng Zhuotao shouted loudly, but what he said at this time was the three junior brothers and sisters who were about to rush out from the crowd. The four Ling brothers and sisters also had strong personalities. Meng Zhuotao took the initiative to invite them earlier, but they pretended to be hesitant and were ignored by everyone around them. They were looked down upon for a while, but when Monk Tanji failed to take action, they, who were regarded as cowards by everyone, still seized the opportunity and fought hard. It was obvious that they had made a plan long ago.
However, everything is not just that simple.
At that time, the attention of the onlookers had been attracted by the Ling brothers and sisters. A figure rushed up to the nearby wall, stretched out his hand and threw things into the crowd with a shower of flowers. Those things There was an explosion in the crowd, and smoke and dust suddenly appeared everywhere.
You Hongzhuo had been observing the surrounding situation, but he suddenly realized that the thing that exploded in the crowd was a hidden weapon called "Thunderbolt Fire" in the past. It was actually a gunpowder toy with a very small yield. It was not easy to blow up people, but it was to disrupt the situation. It had some effect. At the same time as these thunderbolts exploded, a figure sprang out from 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 caused the crowd in the courtyard to panic. When the other party shouted "Kill Chen Juefang", You Hongzhuo almost thought he had met a comrade and wanted to draw his sword. However, in this panic, he Only then did I realize that the other party's intentions were more complicated.
In front of the courtyard, Tan Zheng swung his sword and blocked a flying knife. "Monkey King" Li Yanfeng grabbed his stick and whizzed out several sticks, blocking the path of a warrior with evil intentions. And in Not far away from everyone, another figure suddenly jumped out and passed by while taking advantage of the chaos...Liu Guangshi's envoy was in front of Gu Anhe.
After the figure passed by, Gu Anhe covered his throat and sat down slowly.
Everyone saw the figure leaping across the yard at high speed, knocking away the two undead guard members who were coming towards them, but they burst into high-pitched laughter: "Hahahaha, a bunch of pitiful bitches, too slow!"
"Chen Juefang!" Li Yanfeng shouted loudly, "Don't run away from him." He was the deputy envoy of Liu Guangshi's mission. In front of him, the envoy was killed. He would be killed if he returned.
“No one can run away.” Chen Juefang is known as the best in the world in Qinggong. At this time, he was chasing after him while roaring.
"Don't let anyone go!" There were other assassin accomplices in the crowd here who were fishing in troubled waters. "Heavenly Sword" Tan Zhengyi shouted loudly and walked forward. The moment after Chen Juefang left, he was the courtyard The person who holds the battle in the battle.
Seeing the figure of the assassin running across the wall, Chen Juefang quickly followed. You Hongzhuo was also overjoyed. Hearing the shouts of "Heavenly Sword" Tan Zheng, he also shouted: "Surround them, one by one." We can’t run away anymore.”
As soon as he said these words, many veterans of the martial arts world who had been trying to keep calm after the unexpected incident immediately went crazy. Everyone was a gangster, and if something like this happened, they were waiting for the Fair Party to catch them and interrogate them one by one.
?Even if everyone knows that they are innocent, who can trust the moral level of the other party?
Even if some people rush to the door, some rush to the wall.
On the street outside the wall, Yan Yunzhi was mixed in with the crowd. She could only hear the fighting inside the wall. After a moment of calm, it suddenly turned into chaos and broke out. She still couldn't figure out what was going on. A figure laughed and said, "...
...A bunch of pitiful bitches, too slow!" He rushed out of the wall, then scattered a wave of things in a shower of flowers.
Explosions crackled and exploded among the crowds on the street. These people were already crowding around the wall to listen to what was going on inside. At this moment, the smoke and dust came together, followed by countless clueless shouts, and the figure fell into chaos.
The crowd knocked away a member of the "Undead Guard" who came forward. On the wall behind, Chen Juefang had also rushed out, his cloak flying across the street like a jackdaw in the darkness.
The first person to come out laughed and rushed into the distance, saying: "Come on, little crow, let's see who is better, you or Zhou Tong!"
On the wall and at the entrance of the courtyard, another figure rushed out. One of them shouted: "Watch this place, no one can run away."
The members of the Undead Guard on both sides of the street were already moving at this time. They subconsciously followed the call of the voice and tried to block the street and prevent others from leaving. No matter what the truth of the matter was, it was always right to control the situation at this moment.
At this time, Kuang Wenbai held a single whip in his hand and rushed to the far side of the street, trying to ask the "Winning Wheel" members at both ends of the long street to set up roadblocks and block the street entrance. As he was running, he heard the voice ringing in his ears: "
No one can run away!"
He thought he was one of his own, so he turned around and looked to the side. The figure running alongside him punched him, and the punch hit his face, where the bridge of his nose had been broken and had not yet recovered.
Kuang Wenbai's face turned black, and he rolled out in a loud voice, knocking over several old tables and chairs on the side of the road. His face was covered with blood, which started to seep out from behind his broken nose...
At this moment, "Jackdaw" Chen Juefang seemed to be fighting with the assassin from the front. The two figures rushed up to the complex roof, and the fight was like lightning. On the streets and courtyards behind, chaos had erupted.
Yan Yunzhi scurried around in the chaotic crowd.
On a street not far from here, two teenagers named Long Aotian and Sun Wukong were squatting in front of a pancake stall, watching the stall owner fry pancakes for them.
Zila la zi la la.
“Master, your pancakes are so delicious... Are you a Wu Dalang?”
Long Aotian is expressing his very unsatisfactory views...