At the moment of thinking, the group of people had already passed several houses. At this time, the whole sky was dazzling with red light, there was no wind, the trees were moving, and the noise was in the square behind the small wine shop.
I saw that the doors and windows of the small wine shop were closed and it was quiet. The bartender and shopkeeper inside was obviously afraid of trouble and did not dare to poke his head out to see what was going on.
Nangong Haotian rushed to the wine shop and took a look at his body. His heart was shocked and he couldn't help but be stunned.
Because, not only had the vast and luxurious house that the Nine-fingered Jackal managed so painstakingly been engulfed in flames, but there were also nearly two hundred people standing around the house, pointing and pointing, but no one took action to put out the fire.
What shocked Nangong Haotian the most was that there were a monk, a monk, a beggar and a layman standing in the center of the square.
The monk was about seventy years old, with frosty eyebrows and silver beard, holding a golden Zen staff, wearing an apricot yellow monk's robe and a woven gold cassock. At this time, his face was reflected by the fire, and his face was covered with red light, and his cassock was as bright as blood.
The old Taoist has a grey-flowered beard and is nearly seventy years old. He wears a nine-beam crown, a purple satin Taoist robe, a golden silk warbler belt, a long sword on his back, a fly whisk in his hand, his eyes are bright, and he is looking at the crackling and blazing fire.
The fire was in ecstasy.
The old beggar has unkempt hair and a pair of big eyes. He wears knee-length rags and wears straw sandals. He holds a half-purple but not green seven-jointed bamboo in his hand. His mouth is tightly closed and his eyebrows are furrowed. He seems to be full of things on his mind.
The man in common clothes is the most special and the most surprising to Nangong Haotian, because he has five black beards and a face as white as jade. He seems to be only in his forties. He is wearing a sparkling silver shirt and a dazzling beard.
Silver Sword, he also stared at the sea of fire with a solemn expression.
Just when he was stunned for a moment, Si Yunyi, who was following closely behind him, already screamed in surprise, hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull Nangong Haotian, and said in a low voice: "Young hero Nangong is not good, the swordsman in silver is here."
"Don't say he is a silver-shirted swordsman, he is a gold-shirted swordsman. This fire has also burned away his reputation in the past." Nangong Haotian kept moving, jerked away from Si Yunyi's right hand, and said in a deep voice.
time and continue walking forward.
Liu Qianwen, Wei Xiaoying, and Aunt Shan followed anxiously, whispering to stop Nangong Haotian from coming forward to meet everyone.
However, the four silver-shirted swordsmen who were standing in the field and watching, turned around and looked at Nangong Haotian in surprise when they heard the sound.
When the four silver-shirted swordsmen saw Nangong Haotian and others, they all frowned and looked confused. They couldn't figure out why this handsome young man brought two girls, an old woman, and two old beggars.
And several fishermen?
However, just as they were stunned, Nangong Haotian looked at the nearly two hundred monks, Taoists, and lay people surrounding the sea of fire, and shouted with a deafening voice: "Nangong Haotian has arrived, you can come over, there will be no more people inside.
Escaped alive."
Amidst the loud shouts, the two hundred people turned around in surprise, and many of them had already rushed towards this direction.
When the four silver-robed swordsmen heard that it was Nangong Haotian, they couldn't help but be a little surprised.
The old monk wearing a gold-woven cassock loudly announced the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha, I am the elder of Shaolin..."
The old Taoist also bowed his head and said: "I am a poor Taoist named Jingde, but I am a disciple of Wudang. Is this young hero Haotian Shaoxia, the son of the great warrior Nangong Zhuang Shuangjie in the northwest mountainous area?"
Nangong Haotian was already standing more than two feet in front of the four of them, holding his sword in front of his chest. He had no intention of returning the gift, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I have already signed up just now, and I am none other than Nangong Haotian."
, after hearing the Taoist priest’s tone, you seem to have come here just to find him..."
Seeing Nangong Haotian's rude appearance, the silver-robed swordsman said in a solemn voice with a sullen expression: "Yes, I'm just here to find you."
Nangong Haotian smiled coldly, pointed the handle of his sword at the burning house, and asked in a cold voice: "Since you have come to look for me, you are killing people and setting fires, and for what purpose? Don't you know that there are children and women inside?"
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The silver-robed swordsman looked ashamed when he was asked, and was speechless.
Master Fa Ming of Shaolin Temple hurriedly said: "The killing was in the chaos, there was no way to stop it, the fire was bizarre, I don't know who was behind it..."
Nangong Haotian snorted, withdrew the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword pointed at the side, and said: "Master, do you also admit that you are originally a group of rabble without organization or leader?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the old beggar suddenly stared angrily at Nangong Haotian and shouted angrily: "Shut up, you bastard, you dare to be rude and dare to offend Master Faming of Shaolin Temple."
Master Faming blushed and waved a comforting gesture to the old beggar, telling him not to blame Nangong Haotian.
However, Nangong Haotian didn't appreciate it at all. He stared at the old beggar coldly, frowned slightly, and asked calmly: "Who are you?"
The old beggar said angrily: "The old beggar's surname is Bi, Xing Wu, so people call me Fish Eye Bi Wu."
Nangong Haotian snorted coldly and said, "You'd better call me Yuyan Bishi instead."
The old beggar's expression changed when he heard this. He had never known how to speak. He pointed at Nangong Haotian with a trembling hand and asked sternly: "What do you mean by this!"
Nangong Haotian twitched the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "Because from now on, your destiny has reached the end of death, Bi Shi, death, hahaha."
Although the words were funny, due to the tense atmosphere, no one found it interesting and laughed. They looked at Nangong Haotian with a strange look in his eyes.
Yuyan Biwu was so angry that he couldn't help but hold the green bamboo stick in his hand. Gritting his teeth, he secretly performed the martial arts, making a rattling sound all over his body. He glared at Nangong Haotian with a look of hatred on his face, walked forward slowly, and said in a hateful voice: "
You ignorant brat, you are so bold..."
But before he finished speaking, Si Yunyi, who was shy to meet others, suddenly took a few steps forward and stopped him in a hurried voice: "Master Bi, please calm down, this is a misunderstanding."
The old beggar Bi Wu was stunned and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
Si Yunyi gave a bitter smile and said shyly: "My foolish brother is Si Yunyi who has been missing for several years."
At this time, nearly a hundred monks, Taoists, beggars and lay people had already come running around, and there were still many people coming after hearing the news.
"Ah, it's Senior Uncle Si... Ah, it's Senior Uncle Si..." As soon as everyone heard Si Yunyi, many people cheered. Amid the cheers, more than 20 people rushed to the field.
Master Faming, Taoist Master Jingde and the silver-robed swordsman also hurriedly surrounded Si Yunyi. The old beggar said in surprise: "It turns out to be the leader of Si. We are all here to save you?"
The silver-robed swordsman nodded and continued to ask: "Who are the others?"
Si Yunyi's expression was so excited that he couldn't help but burst into tears. He hurriedly pointed to Lin Jinxiong sideways and said excitedly: "There is also the second owner of Da Nanzhuang, Lin Er..."
When the disciples from the Diancang sect who came over heard this, someone shouted excitedly: "The master of Da Nanzhuang is here too, the second uncle!"
Lin Jinxiong asked excitedly with tears in his eyes: "Where is my eldest brother? Where is my eldest brother?"
Someone was already running towards the front of the fire scene and shouting loudly: "Big villa owner, eldest villa owner, the second villa owner has escaped from danger and has returned with Master Si."
Then an excited voice asked in surprise: "Where is the second village owner? Say it quickly, say it quickly!"
The man who only listened to the news said excitedly: "Over there, Master Faming and the others are questioning the second owner of the village and the head of Si!"
Master Faming and others also turned around one after another, following the sound and looking towards the place where the words were spoken.
Nangong Haotian, Liu Qianwen and others looked up and saw a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a sword, running towards this side with two or three strong men with eager eyes.
When Lin Jinxiong saw the middle-aged man wearing a sword, he cried out "big brother" and flew towards him, hugging him. Wei Xiaoying on the other side also called out "Uncle Lin" and hurried over.
Aunt Shan walked a few steps to Nangong Haotian's side and introduced in a low voice: "Young master, this middle-aged man wearing a sword is Lin Tianxiong, the owner of Dananzhuang."
While they were talking, Lin Tianxiong, who was hugging Lin Jinxiong and crying, had already noticed Wei Xiaoying. He stopped crying and asked in surprise: "Xiaoying, why are you here too?"
Wei Xiaoying looked at Lin Tianxiong with tears in her eyes and replied: "My niece is also looking for the whereabouts of my father."
Lin Tianxiong let out a surprised sound and asked with concern: "Have you found it?"
Wei Xiaoying shook her head and cried: "No, I heard that my father has been sent elsewhere..."
But before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard Si Yunyi here saying angrily: "The culprit is the culprit, and misfortunes will come to the head. Since they have already said that the Nine-fingered Jackal has been killed, why do you have to kill him?"
Are they going to kill them all? Is it true that murder and arson are also within the scope of our sect?"
Nangong Haotian and Liu Qianwen followed the source of the sound and turned around to see Si Yun Yizheng, with an angry look on his face, scolding the twenty or so strong men standing around them.
Master Faming of Shaolin Temple, Taoist Master Jingde of Wudang Sect, as well as the silver-robed swordsman and Lao Zaizi all looked embarrassed and a little embarrassed.
Bi Wu saw that Jiang Zhongzhao was also dressed as a fisherman and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
Jiang Zhongzhao snorted and said proudly: "Xiajiang Zhongzhao is the chief martial artist of this place..."
As soon as the words "Chief Martial Master" came out, there were nearly two hundred monks, Taoists and lay people around, causing a burst of discussion and commotion.
"He is actually the chief martial artist of this place. Is he the most powerful person here?"
"No, you see they are all centered on the young man standing at the front. It seems that the real master is that person!" Someone retorted.
"I think so, but who is that person? Judging from his young age, he looks very talented and tall. I don't know which chivalrous Taoist descendant he is."