Seeing that something was wrong, Zhu Xiaoqian's snitch instinct was much better than others. She jumped up and suddenly became taller. She climbed up to the eaves and climbed onto the roof.
The gesture of lightly stepping on the tiles is like a swallow building a nest and flying around.
"Fire the arrow! No one can escape tonight!"
The man dressed as a lama waved his hand and said, his cold voice already indicating that tonight was a fatal situation.
The two groups of Qing soldiers drew their bows and started shooting. It was like a heavy rainstorm, smashing countless tiles.
But among the few children who were caught, a little fat man shouted loudly: "Granny, save me!"
Zhu Xiaoqian almost made mistakes when stepping high and flying across the sky.
"You little fat guy! You can recognize me when I dress up like this!"
Zhu Xiaoqian's figure suddenly turned back like a ghost, like a flying swallow returning to its nest and then leaving suddenly. The turning speed was astonishingly fast. She reached out and fished out a little fat man from the Qing soldiers and flew back to the eaves.
When the chaos in front of them ended, more tiles fell from the sky and struck into the crowd like arrows. Even the soldiers wearing cotton armor were wounded and bleeding in the surprise attack, and the team staggered here and there.
"Catch me if you can!"
Zhu Xiaoqian proudly provoked, then struggled to weigh the little fat man in her hand, "...how much did you eat? Why is it so heavy!"
Fang Dahong said aggrievedly: "My father said that being able to eat is a blessing... Mother-in-law, please save my other friends!"
Zhu Xiaoqian took off her hat and said, "Do you think I have three heads and six arms, mother-in-law? Just now I gave them a slap in the face, if I do it again I will have to be a hedgehog!"
Before he finished speaking, he quickly held down his head and the two of them lay down on the spot.
The arrows shot into the sky were so heavy that they couldn't even lift their heads, and they couldn't escape.
At this time, the leading officers in the compound had united their forces, and the Qing soldiers once again restored the situation.
The strong man who looked like a bear was dressed in official uniform, and he showed a strong air of determination. He bowed his hand to the lama and said, "Master Keba, have all the remnants of Shaolin Temple been captured?"
The skinny lama's face was painted with weird paint. The bright red and dead white paint made his facial features extremely ferocious. It was more like putting makeup on a dead person than putting makeup on a living person. The strange and strong saffron scent on his body was even more evocative.
Scalp numbness.
"Five caught, and one is on the roof."
The leading officer ordered people to regain control of these treasure map clues. After clicking through them, he said strangely: "How come there are six little Fifth Patriarchs who escaped from Southern Shaolin?"
Ningdie has been pretending to be a man these days, blending in with a few young monks who have been deliberately concealed, and her style seems to be surprisingly consistent.
At this moment, Ningdie also knew that she had suffered a disaster from Chi Yu, but what was worse was that if her identity was exposed, she would definitely be the first to lose her life.
Several children looked at each other and noticed this problem, and then quickly lowered their heads to avoid being seen through.
The lama said nonchalantly: "It's normal to have six of the Fifth Patriarchs. Maybe it's the old bald donkey who is the Supreme Being who spreads doubts."
The leading officer couldn't help but glance at the lama. It was the first time he saw a lama calling a monk a bald donkey. No, he had to look twice.
The lama may have realized that he had made a mistake, so he looked back at Qing Bing, who was suppressing a smile, and said fiercely: "I have hair! Mr. Lu, let's take all these children back and torture them carefully. The whereabouts of the treasure map will be easily captured!"
The leading officer nodded slightly, then suddenly his ears moved slightly, as if he noticed something, and shouted loudly to no one, "Who is hiding in the dark!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cloth figure stood up from the east roof, and all the Qing soldiers faced east and were on guard.
"Rebels suffer..."
Before the leading officer finished saying the word "die," he saw a man standing on the roof to the west wearing a Taoist robe and answering loudly.
"Grandpa is here... eh? I thought you were talking about me?"
Jiang Wen scratched his head in embarrassment, "I made a mistake, I made a mistake, you continue..."
"Capture them quickly!" the leading officer was furious.
The strong wind swept through the backyard, and the dead leaves of the autumn night were clearly visible. At this moment, a silver spear fell from the sky on the east side of the yard. The cold spear tip turned into a shadow and swept away a group of Qing soldiers. Blood spattered and enveloped the area.
The lama's body was inhabited.
On the west side of the yard, a man dressed as a Taoist priest, Jiang Wen, then rose and fell from the roof to the ground, as fast as a ghost, his hands shaking in the wind, the amplitude of the vibrations changing from slow to fast, from strong to weak, and he crashed into the Qing army and pushed and blocked him.
Turning over, a large number of people were dispersed in an instant.
The movements of both of them were surprisingly fast, because they had been lurking for a long time, and once their killing power broke out, there was no hindrance.
The deadly choke-lock gun was used to draw blood, and a series of palms pierced the heart. Long strikes were used to strike short, and soft attacks were used to attack hard ones. The situation was instantly turned into a mess.
If there were no accidents, the two of them would attack both sides, making it impossible for the enemy to look at each other. They could even capture the thief and capture the king at the same time, rescuing the prisoner and turning the tide of the battle.
Ningdie's eyes almost popped out of her head, and she silently thought to herself that Hero Hong and the bastard Master should come and save me, I will definitely not run away this time!
But until this moment, the lama's face remained indifferent.
Just when the tip of the gun was only a foot away from his throat, a strange metal chariot broke through the wall of the woodshed, with countless barbs sticking out, and headed straight for Hong Xiguan!
Jiang Wen, who had just killed the Qing soldiers and tried his best to get close to several children, was also blocked by a group of monk soldiers with strange faces. They relied on the iron wheels in their hands to form a strangulation net, blocking his way from all directions.
The master's attack was between lightning and flint. Hong Xiguan twisted his waist and drew the rod. The gun body was like a dragon emerging from the water. After swinging out in an astonishing arc, it hit the center of the steel chariot first, and then went straight to the Huanglong!
But this time, the sound of the indestructible life-threatening choke gun only caused a burst of sparks outside the steel chariot.
One side of the armor of the vehicle was opened, and a rotten and deformed arm stretched out and grabbed the head of the gun!
"Hong Xiguan, you are indeed here! You can't guess that I'm not dead yet!"
The sound was like the howling of a night owl, and like the breaking of dead wood, but it was unpleasant but exuded a deep hatred.
"Ma Ning'er?!!!"
Official Hong Xi gritted his teeth and revealed his murderous intent.
"Don't waste your efforts! This armored vehicle of mine is made of the same fine iron as the deadly gun. I even found the craftsman who forged the gun for you, killed his whole family with my own hands, and forced him to build this vehicle!"
Hong Xiguan's expression changed dramatically, he pushed his palm forward, stepped back, and the bright silver gun that killed people without staining blood disintegrated from the middle.
In an instant, Hong Xiguan actually gave up the tip of the spear, pulled out a short spear from the middle of the gun body, turned his body upside down, and hit the weird man in the iron cart with a shot that could break gold and rubble!
"Jie Jie Jie...do you want to kill me just like this?!"
The weirdo allowed himself to be stabbed by the tip of the spear, and his voice was filled with a twisted sense of revenge, "I was saved by the demon monk from the Western Regions that day, and was put in poisonous juice to torture day and night. I have long been invulnerable! Today is the day you die!"
After saying that, a poisonous claw stretched out from the armored car and grabbed Xiang Hong Xiguan's left arm holding the gun.
At this moment, Hong Xiguan's sword eyebrows were raised, he dragged his gun in the air and flipped it over. He used the gun shaft to knock off the poisonous claws and then hit the weirdo's arm, and took back the deadly choke gun in mid-air.
Later, Hong Xiguan was unwilling to attack the weirdos at various points, but all failed in vain!
The iron wheel of the Lama monk soldier was blown away with great force. Jiang Wen passed through the gap of narrow escape, looked at the torn Taoist robe with distress, and said to Hong Xiguan: "Don't listen to his nonsense! Can a gun and a car be the same?"
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Hong Xiguan looked at Jiang Wen and frowned in confusion.
"I don't believe that such a big car has no weaknesses. You can avoid the deck and focus on its connection points. Just remove the two wheels. I want to see if it can ride a unicycle in it!"
After hearing this, Hong Xiguan nodded slightly and stared at the gun again.
Jiang Wen said with joy, "How can I be invulnerable? I don't need a knife or a gun. I can just tie up your hands and feet and throw you to the bottom of the lake."
The weirdo in the car was furious when he heard this: "Then I'll let you die first!"
Jiang Wen ducked back and got behind Hong Xiguan, "I'll leave this person to you."
"Thanks for the advice!"
Official Hong Xi's face was still stern, but the murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be hidden. He turned towards the armored car at a faster speed, and the gun shot out like a dragon and turned into a dazzling comet!
"Master Lu, the bones of the person in the palm are all broken!"
The leading officer sat still, watching Officer Hong Xi fight the strange man in the armored car. He frowned after receiving the report.
"Broken bones?"
"Yes! Those bones in the palm of the arm were broken into powder in the middle. I guess they won't be able to hold the knife even after they are healthy!"
"That Taoist is eccentric and weird. He is really weird. You should be more careful!"
Mr. Lu frowned even more: "The day before yesterday, the county magistrate reported that a corpse was abandoned in an alley. Two spies also died with their bones shattered. I think it was the person in front of me. He was mixed with the imperial convict Hong Xi, and now he is an enemy rather than a friend!"
The subordinate continued to test: "Should we let that adult..."
The leading officer looked at Zhu Xiaoqian and the little fat man who still did not dare to move on the roof, and waved his hands in denial: "No, he has other plans. I want to see what other methods they have!"
The men's expressions became solemn, and they were about to report and retreat when they suddenly noticed another burst of chaos in the military formation behind them. When they turned around again, they were hit in the face by a locust stone and passed out.
Upon seeing this, the leading officer became furious and threw the locust stone back, only to find that in addition to the fat man lying on the roof, the other person had been replaced by a young and beautiful woman, smiling strangely and making faces.
The old woman who had hurt someone just now had sneaked into the back of the team, used hidden weapons to break up the Qing soldiers, picked up the two children, and left.
At this time, the leading officer was in a dilemma. On one side were the three children who were captured, and on the other were the three children who were rescued. The attack might be completely lost, but standing still might win half the battle.
As a force on the field that has not participated in the battle, I need to scare those who are lurking, but the opponent is encroaching step by step, and waiting is definitely not an option...
"Master Keba! Why don't you take action?!"
The leading officer urged, but found that the lama was in an even more unfavorable situation at this moment. A child half a man's height touched his side at some point, and started beating him with a set of punches.
Although he was weak and physically weak, his attacks were extremely ruthless. He used the long-bridge-dama technique to tuck his shoulders and tuck his abdomen. Every time he made a move, he would attack Lama Keba's throat, armpits, flanks, heart, and vagina.
The key point was that the lama was defeated continuously for a while.
"Catch him! He is a master of Shaolin martial arts. I think he is the Fifth Patriarch!"
The leading officer couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
The ones who were chased out from Shaolin were the Little Fifth Patriarchs, and when they arrived at Mafu, there were six. Now the lama is saying that there is a seventh one. Let’s just say that everyone in this world has Buddha nature, and everyone is the Little Fifth Patriarch of Shaolin!
When Jiang heard and Hong Wending intercepted, Zhu Xiaoqian and Hongdou took this opportunity to transport the three children out of the yard, temporarily destroying the other party's plan.
Although Hong Wending was good at fighting, he was still young and weak, and gradually fell into a disadvantage. Jiang Wen turned around and came to support him, separating the two of them with a palm, knocking Lama Keba back three steps, and was supported by the monk soldiers behind him.
"Good kung fu. I wonder which Taoist disciple this Taiyi Cotton Palm belongs to?" the lama said conspiratorially.
Jiang Wen didn't want to reveal his identity, so he deliberately confused him and said, "I am Quanzhen Zhou Botong."
The lama immediately retorted: "That's nonsense! How can a Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain know the martial arts of the Wudang Sect!"
Jiang Wen smiled and said: "Then you are a bald donkey, why should you care about our Taoist priests' affairs!"
Lama Keba was furious and followed the monk soldiers forward, spinning the sharp blades in their hands. Jiang Wen and Hong Wending were left bare-handed and instantly fell into inferior positions.
"Wen Ding be careful!"
Hong Xiguan warned aloud, and retreated from the fight with the weirdo. The silver gun flew out of his hand and galloped in front of his son. The father and son each held a short spear, and they just used a set of perfect combined attack skills!
As the saying goes, father and son are connected. Their martial arts originate from the same source. Years of running-in have made them have a tacit understanding in fighting. Hong Wending used cold weapons to attack his lower body, while Hong Xiguan flung his weapons majestically. Against the trend, the two men's attacks became more and more fierce.
It actually suppressed the combined flywheel on the opposite side.
But this time the opponent was changed, Jiang Wen had no choice but to face this weirdo in the armored car.
Ma Ning'er's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he broke out of the armored car through the window. There was no need to be conservative when dealing with the enemy in front of him.
Ma Ning'er was revived by the demon monk from the Western Regions using poisonous methods. She crawled back from hell with hatred. Her body outside of the iron armor was full of wounds left by ablation and scalding. There was no trace of skin or hair left. She looked like...
Like a skinned monster.
What's even more terrifying is that face. Due to the venom soaking day and night, the facial features have been completely rotten and disintegrated. Cell fluid is still seeping out from the rotten face, condensing into yellow-brown blood scabs. It looks like a vicious corpse.
A cruel carrion standing in front of him, even washing his face with aqua regia cannot reach such a state.
"Get out of the way!"
The words were concise and to the point, Ma Ning'er wasn't even interested in wasting time.
Seeing Ma Ning'er's poisonous claws about to kill him, Jiang Wen immediately took half a step back and said, "Wait a minute!"
Ma Ning'er didn't expect this reaction, thinking that the other party was trying to trick her, so she subconsciously stopped.
Realizing that she had been tricked, Ma Ning'er flew into a rage and punched Jiang Wen. At this time, Jiang Wen had already dodged the fight, bypassed the tree, and took advantage of the gap where Ma Ning'er pounced on Hong Xiguan, jumping from rabbit to falcon.
When he got behind the lamas, he grabbed another child with one hand and threw him along the wall and out of the courtyard.
"Ahhhh!!"
Among the three children, Ningdie screamed the most miserably, even reaching the top of the wall and unable to stop.
"Hong Xiguan, the children have been rescued, the wind is blowing!"
The purpose of this trip has been achieved. Jiang Wen knew that he could not stay here for a long time, so he tried his best to catch Ma Ning'er's poisonous palm and pulled away to leave quickly - when the Qing soldiers completed the siege, no matter how strong their martial arts skills were, they would only die of exhaustion here.
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Hong Xiguan took a deep look at Ma Ning'er, put his silver gun on the ground, and sent Hong Wending to the wall first. Then he turned around and pushed back the pursuers. He provoked Ma Ning'er's armored car with great strength and smashed it straight into pieces.
An exterior wall.
The situation was looking great, Jiang Wen no longer wanted to fight, and turned around to leave. However, he heard footsteps outside the wall, and a figure appeared in the gap, and met Hong Xiguan on the narrow road!
The two of them faced each other, but it was difficult for Hong Xiguan to use his spear, so he turned to Hong Fist to meet the enemy.
I saw that the straight punch was like an arrow, and the intention was to shoot straight and fast, but the opponent did not dodge or dodge, and the backhand punch was like a huge wave crashing on the shore, but Hong Xiguan was knocked back into the courtyard!
A tall and tall man walked in from the gap in the yard, with a stern look on his face. He was holding Ningdie in one hand and Hong Wending in the other. His appearance completely coincided with that of a performer in the heavy rain...
Hong Xiguan was caught off guard and received a slap. Blood surged from his mouth and stained his teeth red. Jiang Wen hurriedly helped him up.
"Taoist Priest, take my son and go first!"
Official Hong Xi did not pay attention to the captured Wen Ding. Instead, he said to Jiang Wen with a ferocious expression, which shocked the head of Jiang Da.
But Master Jiang immediately realized that this was Hong Xiguan's plan to confuse the enemy.
He was already injured at this moment, making the other party mistakenly believe that among the seven children, Hong Wending had been rescued, and the two children opposite were really the Little Fifth Patriarch, so they could stay safe for the time being!
Jiang Wen Mian waved his palms, fought and retreated, and said unwillingly, "No! You take Wen Ding and go first. I will definitely rescue the little Fifth Patriarch!"
After saying that, Master Jiang still looked at the two children with tears in his eyes.
This is not only acting, but also true feelings. One has lost his son and the other has lost his apprentice. The distress and unwillingness of both of them do not need to be performed.
Seeing Jiang Wen's so devoted acting, Hong Xiguan could only continue to act, getting more and more frustrated - if both of them looked like they didn't want to leave, then why not just stay and be captured?
"Taoist Master, let's go quickly..."
"No need! I must rescue them."
Jiang Wen meant it seriously. My two future apprentices are still facing each other. If I don't leave, I will be ruthless and unreasonable.
"But Taoist Master, you have been poisoned by Ma Ning'er's hands. You will die from the poison within a quarter of an hour..."
Hong Xiguan pointed at the now blackened wound on Jiang Wen's shoulder and spoke word by word, fearing that the other party would not understand the meaning of his words.