"Bang!" The porcelain vase worth hundreds of gold was swept to the ground and smashed into pieces.
"The house is all burned down, but you can't find that person?" Lena Du'er Shahu, the chief of the Shahu tribe, waved his arms and shouted with lingering anger.
The leader of the guards said: "I have carefully inspected the ruins. They are all the corpses of servants and guards. That man killed eighteen guards in one go, including two black lead-level practitioners, and was able to escape calmly in the end. His source
The power level is at least hematite level, or even higher."
Sha Hu's expression became more and more gloomy: "The captains of the Caliphate's secret guards are all red iron level practitioners."
The leader of the guards said hesitantly: "But the thief who broke into the Lord's palace is tall and does not match that person's body shape."
Sha Hu hummed: "Since it is a secret guard team, of course there is more than one person. Freckles, the thieves who stole the letter and the one today must be in the same group. As long as we increase the intensity of the search, we will be able to force them out sooner or later. By the way.
, what happened to that idiot who was rescued from the fire?"
The leader of the guards said: "The master fell ill from fright. He was lying in bed with a high fever and kept talking nonsense."
Shahu was silent for a moment, then smiled coldly at the leader of the guards: "Just let him be frightened and killed, and we can justifiably deal with those secret guards. Murdering a noble is a capital crime, and you can go directly to the Great Council, Caliph
I can only live with this miserable loss." That nobleman was not from his faction, and he also raised several extremely beautiful female slaves. He had coveted them for a long time, and he just took this opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.
The leader of the guards nodded understandingly, and then said: "When I came back, I found that the city was covered with notices." His expression looked very strange, and he hesitated for a while and then said, "The notice said that the presiding officer of the Temple of God
They are horse thieves from the Storm Horse Thieves Group."
"What?" Shahu cried out.
Before the shock on his face dissipated, a guard's announcement came from outside the door: "Sir, there are several people holding the identity cards of the palace secret guards, and they want you to meet them immediately."
"What?" A gust of wind stood in the center of the temple, his face was ashen, and his broad sleeves trembled with a series of fish scale-like folds.
The servant of the temple lowered his head and said tremblingly: "Those rumors are posted all over the streets. They spread quickly. Many believers have gathered at the entrance of the temple. Do you see it?"
A gust of wind looked past the servants and towards the outside of the temple. The temple scholars who were studying scriptures were wandering in front of the temple steps, whispering to each other, with uneasy expressions on their faces.
It must have been done by the escaped mouse. Xiufeng felt angry and suspicious in his heart. This was not like the behavior of the secret guard. Could it be that the other party was forced into desperation and was venting his anger in this way? He flicked his sleeves and strode out of the temple.
He nodded to the scholars calmly.
The scholars all remained silent, bowed their heads and hugged their shoulders in salute.
"Come out with me and take a look." Gust of Wind shouted in a deep voice, and the scholars followed him to the entrance of the temple.
In the square outside, a large number of believers gathered, noisy and passionate. Many of them were businessmen. They had been suffering from horse thieves, and now they were unable to leave the city to trade, and they were full of resentment.
"There is no god but Allah." A gust of wind pondered for a while and shouted loudly. The crowd subconsciously stopped the commotion and responded one after another: "All glory belongs to Allah."
"These days, Chief Shahu has been arresting a group of illegal thugs." Xiufeng looked solemn, and his eyes swept over everyone. "In order to avoid the chief's pursuit, those thugs did not hesitate to spread rumors and cause trouble, confuse right and wrong, and try to create chaos to escape. They are
The devil's minions are sinners who desecrate the temple and will be punished by God."
Everyone took photos of his usual majesty, and there was silence for a moment. Suddenly a voice came out: "I heard that there is a secret room in the prayer tower, which is full of stolen goods from horse thieves. We want to go in and check the authenticity!"
The crowd was so dense that a gust of wind made it impossible to see anyone speaking. "You have insulted the dignity of the temple by believing the rumors of the mob. If God punishes you, he will punish everyone." His voice was stern and his eyes were glaring, "The evil ones among you,
Join those thugs; the good among you will also suffer harm to yourself, and you will all bear the consequences of disobedience to God.”
The believers looked at each other in shock, and some even knelt on the ground in fear, begging the gods for forgiveness.
"You must sincerely repent to Allah and do not be deceived by the devil's words." Xiufeng read solemnly, "Leave everything to Allah for judgment."
He comforted and threatened, and everyone gradually calmed down and began to disperse. A gust of wind turned around and was about to leave, when a sharp gust of wind suddenly hit him from a distance and hit the back of his head.
The instinct of sharpening life and death made Gui Feng raise his arms and sleeves without thinking. With a "pop" sound, the sleeves of his robe were thrown back, and a short knife with a cold light was blown away and stuck upside down on the pillar of the square, humming and trembling.
"He knows martial arts! He is a practitioner!" Harsh shouts rang out from the crowd.
The believers were in an uproar, and even the temple scholars looked at the gust of wind in disbelief. No one expected that the revered temple abbot actually had hidden martial arts skills.
"Who is he?" "Why are you hiding your martial arts skills?" "Is there something wrong in your heart?" The crowd's discussion became louder and louder. Xiufeng's face was stiff, his fists were tightly clenched in his sleeves, and he looked in the direction of the throwing knife.
All he could see was the dense shade of trees. The other party was prepared and there were more than one. No matter how he explained and responded, he would be met with wave after wave of back-up moves until he was completely discredited.
Leaving the chaotic noise behind him, Gufeng walked back to the temple without saying a word. Are there still palace secret guards in Crescent City? How many back-up plans has the other side prepared? Gradually, he felt uneasy and had the idea of leaving.
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Passing through the colonnade, a gust of wind passed through the majestic and solemn palaces. In the deep dusk, his moving shadow was connected with the shadow cast by the vault. He raised his head in a daze. Sometimes, he felt that he was already here.
part.
But after all, he didn't belong here. After a gust of wind, he walked into the lush forest, and the gentle sound of a harp could be faintly heard from a side hall in the depths.
The third child is really not suitable for this job. Gui Feng shook his head secretly, the black baboon actually formed a sworn relationship with a foreign bard, and even invited the boy to live with him in the temple, for fear that he would be detained by tribal soldiers.
"You can use the ring finger I taught you for this piece of music." The black baboon leaned on the bed and gestured with his fingers.
"That's it." Saffron hugged the harp and strummed the strings alternately with her middle finger, index finger, and ring finger. The music sounded like dense raindrops beating. "Uncle, you are so awesome. It sounds much better!"
"Kid, this is my unique skill." The black baboon said proudly.
"I will practice hard." Saffron raised the straw hat on her head, "I will definitely become as good a bard as my uncle in the future!"
"Humph, how can that be done?" The black baboon said with a serious face, "You must be better than me."
A gust of wind was reflected in the arched window. The black baboon's eyes flashed and he said: "You practice first, I'll go out for a while." He limped out of the side hall, closed the door, and the lights and the sound of the piano were turned off.
Another world.
"What happened?" The black baboon saw a stern expression on Gufeng's face.
A gust of wind asked in a deep voice: "How is your injury?"
"Recovered less than half."
"Can I ride a horse?"
"Hey, even if I only have one breath left, I won't fall off the horse."
"That's good. You clean up as soon as possible and call Brother Qi. We will leave the city at midnight today. I will make arrangements to replace the soldiers guarding the city gate tonight with our people."
The black baboon said in surprise: "So urgent? The second brother's revenge has not been avenged yet?"
A breeze sneered: "Don't worry, that group will be forced out of the city soon. We will wait for them outside."