It was midnight, and after a group of soldiers patrolling with torches passed by, the roads between the streets were empty again, except for the occasional barking of dogs from afar.
Cheng Sanwu leaned against the corner, glanced outside to make sure there was no one else nearby, then sprinted across the long street, jumped up, easily jumped over the wall, and arrived outside the backyard of the Fire Worship Temple.
Su Wangting, who was sitting in the shadow, turned his head and raised his hand to signal silence.
"The sound of landing is so loud, you are not good at Qinggong." Su Wangting complained in a low voice.
"I'm not a thief who went to the house to uncover the tiles. I just need to be able to jump high and far." Cheng Sanwu stared at the Mushid hut not far away and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to go in?"
Su Wangting shook his head: "I gave the star marrow to Mu Xide with the intention of trusting him. If I take it back in a hurry, it will lead to complications. If no one comes to steal it, we don't need to worry about it... Where is Miss Afu?"
"She said she didn't feel comfortable staying near the Fire Worship Temple, so she guarded the outside for us. If anyone escaped, she would stop them." Cheng Sanwu said.
Su Wangting said: "Yaksha is afraid of light and fire. Every sect in the world has methods to restrain demons. It's normal if she doesn't come in. By the way, you seem to have changed your mind about this Afu girl?"
"No matter what, she at least saved me." Cheng Sanwu simply said: "No words can compare to a life-long friendship, even if she is a demon."
Su Wangting smiled faintly. Cheng Sanwu's temperament can be said to be "a hero who takes responsibility for his promise" in a nice way, but "reckless and unwise" in a bad way. He is impulsive and willful. Once he decides to do something, he will do it.
not coming back.
Such a temperament is too easy to be exploited. Although Su Wangting expressed trust in Afu on the surface, in fact he had been secretly guarding against this woman and tested her origins and intentions several times.
But Cheng Sanwu is different. As long as he suits his temperament and can get along with him, other trivial matters can be forgotten.
Su Wangting guessed that Afu must have come to the Western Regions to investigate on the orders of a noble person in the court. As for who was behind her, Su Wangting did not dare to draw any conclusions at this moment.
The two waited for more than an hour beside the Fire Worship Temple, and saw that it was already the beginning of the fourth watch, when the sky was at its darkest and ordinary people were sleeping the deepest.
When the two of them wanted to retreat, Cheng Sanwu frowned, seeming to notice, and remained silent, raising his hand to give Su Wangting the direction.
Since almost every household in the Zoofang offers fire, and there is more light at night than in other places in Quzhi City, you can see with the naked eye a blurry figure falling silently from the sky and landing in front of the door of Musid's hut.
It was not the leaping and leaping movement of a Qinggong master, but a living figure falling from the sky. The blurry figure did not make any sound, not even the movement of its clothes.
Cheng Sanwu used his eyes to watch carefully and found that the figure seemed to be shrouded in mist, and it was impossible to see through it no matter what.
But one could still vaguely see the figure who seemed to be holding a long staff, tapping lightly towards the hut, and the door opened by itself, and then he entered inside.
Cheng Sanwu looked at Su Wangting, who nodded. He immediately rushed towards the hut and drew his sword at the same time.
The moment he entered the house, Cheng Sanwu happened to see the blurry figure take away the black jade box from Mu Xide's hand. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward and slashed with his sword.
Cheng Sanwu's attack was swift and fierce, but the figure seemed to have anticipated it and dodged. The horizontal sword failed to close in time and easily cut off Mu Xied's drooped head.
Even Cheng Sanwu, who had been fighting for a long time, was shocked at this moment. He watched Mu Xied's head rolling on the wool felt blanket, but no blood spurted out from the incision on his head and neck. All he could see was cotton-like yellow rotten flesh, as if
Mushid was already a corpse.
At this time, Su Wangting also rushed into the house and was shocked when he saw Mu Xide's head in a different place.
"Hahaha, I didn't do this." The blurry figure laughed like a gloating figure.
"Fell into the trap!" Su Wangting suddenly felt regretful, as his every move had been expected by the other party.
But Cheng Sanwu didn't care about this. He raised the knife and advanced, hitting the blurry figure directly. He only heard a crisp sound and was blocked by the long staff.
Cheng Sanwu used his luck and swung his long staff, and the horizontal blade turned into a stab, hitting the blurry figure directly, but it was like stabbing a hard iron stone, and the blade could not penetrate into the body.
"That's all you have?" The vague figure sneered, and a ball of fire emerged from the top of the long staff and struck straight out.
Cheng Sanwu turned his head to dodge. The fire was not like ordinary fire, but as straight as a line, burning a scorch mark directly on the carpet on the ground.
Seeing this, Su Wangting no longer hesitated. He pushed angrily with his iron palm, and with his inner strength urging him, a vicious wind suddenly rose in the hut, pressing down on the unknown enemy.
This move really worked. The blurry figure paused slightly, and the mist that shrouded it was slightly scattered, revealing a long-bearded old man in white clothes and a white crown.
Cheng Sanwu seized the momentary opportunity and danced wildly with his sword. The blade was like a wave, slashing at the long-bearded old man and exposing all parts of his body.
But except for the slight sway of the opponent's figure, there was still no damage. And unlike Wu Maocai, when he hit with the horizontal sword, there was no sense of failure as if the power disappeared. Instead, he hit solidly, but he couldn't move.
It was as if the long-bearded old man was wearing an indestructible invisible armor.
"Damn, this guy is wearing a turtle shell!" Cheng Sanwu took a few steps back and stood side by side with Su Wangting.
"What? Won't you continue the attack?" The long-bearded old man waved his hand, and the hazy mist covering his figure dissipated, revealing his tall and straight figure.
Su Wangting observed carefully and found that the white crown and white robe of the bearded old man were consistent with those of the Zoroastrian priests. The only difference was that the cuffs and hem were embroidered with golden fire patterns, which was gorgeous and noble. Moreover, the material of the robe should be high-quality silk and satin. This one alone
It costs a lot of money.
In addition, the belt around the old man's waist is inlaid with red, white, blue and yellow gemstones, which are crystal clear and gleaming. In his hand, he holds a long brass staff that is nearly a person tall, with an eagle wing decoration on the top, holding up a small basin.
The shape is quite similar to the Zoroastrian brazier used to worship the sacred fire.
"Are you a Zoroastrian?" Su Wangting asked while on alert.
"That's right." The long-bearded old man's face looked like a smile but not a smile.
This answer made Su Wangting even more suspicious, but he did not forget to maintain a tacit understanding with Cheng Sanwu. The two slowly came to both sides of the long-bearded old man, forming a double-team.
"Yes, it means, if it doesn't, it means no, where does this nonsense come from?" Cheng Sanwu carefully looked for flaws in the old man's body.
"Are you Cheng Sanwu?" The long-bearded old man turned his head and looked directly at him with sharp eyes: "You have strong muscles and bones, but your martial arts skills are not comparable to them. It is really strange."
"I am born with supernatural power, do you care about it?" Cheng Sanwu felt a rare nervousness in his heart.
The long-bearded old man looked calm. He didn't seem to be in a dilemma. Instead, he looked at the two of them like a skilled craftsman: "You gave the Mani Pearl to Mu Sid, didn't you just to lure me into taking the bait? I have appeared now,
If you don't take action, it will be dawn."
The corners of Su Wangting's eyes twitched. He had not given the Mani Pearl to Mu Xide before, but he really had no intention of doing so. On the contrary, the old man with a long beard knew that he would return to the Fire Worship Temple and deliberately showed up in a leisurely manner.
He had really made a mistake this time. Even though he had considered that some people in Zoroastrianism were also plotting to acquire Mani Pearl, Su Wangting really did not expect that this old man with a long beard would attack Mu Xied.
Even though Su Wangting didn't understand magic, seeing the strange appearance of the cut on Mu Xied's neck and the increasingly strong rotting stench in the hut, he understood that he had already fallen into the opponent's plan.
As for Cheng Sanwu, he didn't think so much at all. When he saw Lao Su on the opposite side slightly nodding towards him, he immediately gathered his inner strength and struck down hard.
The long-bearded old man smiled lightly and raised his hand, using the eagle-winged copper staff to block the horizontal knife. Facing the astonishingly powerful Cheng Sanwu, he still managed to survive. He was obviously relying on the blessing of magic.
When Cheng Sanwu failed to hit the target, he quickly changed his moves and swiped the blade downwards, directly hitting the enemy's bare waist and abdomen. Su Wangting applauded at the same time, and the force of his iron palm was overwhelming.
The long-bearded old man responded calmly, clasped his fingers with his left hand to form a seal, and formed a giant silver palm, blocking Su Wangting's powerful iron palm. The two struck each other, and the giant silver palm produced heavy ripples.
On the other side, Mushid's body suddenly sprouted more than a dozen dark chains, like cast iron, wrapping around Cheng Sanwu's torso and limbs from behind, making him busy struggling and unable to attack.
"How?" The long-bearded old man said with a smile on his face: "Do you feel a little regret for your recklessness and impulsiveness? If you don't come tonight, I will really have less fun."
"These spells of yours...are not from Zoroastrianism!" Su Wangting counted his palms one after another and found that he could not break through the giant silver palm at all.
"Good eyesight." The long-bearded old man seemed to be interested: "Zoroastrian magic is best at exorcising demons and summoning bright flames, but the effectiveness of the spells all falls on the majestic and solemn light seeds. If the light seeds grow stronger and glow, it will be possible to cross mountains of swords and seas of fire.
Can survive unscathed.
"Unfortunately, since the destruction of Persia, the Zoroastrian believers who migrated to the western regions of Great Xia have gradually loosened their faith. Even for a respected elder priest like Mushid, the seeds of light are as weak as fireflies."
While the long-bearded old man was speaking, Su Wangting was still trying to break the giant silver palm, but the old man waved his hand gently like a civet cat teasing a mouse, and the giant silver palm directly pressed Su Wangting hard against the wall, making him unable to move.
Su Wangting said with difficulty: "You, you are not a Zoroastrian!"
"Of course not." The old man with a long beard admitted bluntly this time: "A group of idiots who blindly follow and believe blindly believe that wisdom is some nonsense taught by Sulu Zhi to mortals. But this is good, it makes it easier for me to control them, and even control them.
The necromancy of dead bodies is also regarded by them as the authority given by the gods. I can hardly bear it anymore, hahahaha!"
The long-bearded old man obviously always acted like a master. On rare occasions when he opened his heart and revealed his true temperament, he actually started talking non-stop when faced with Cheng Sanwu and others who were firmly restrained by him.
"Mani Pearl? Huh! That means a fool would regard this thing as a holy object." The long-bearded old man looked at the black jade box: "This is the essence of the existence of stars from their birth to their demise. It will reveal to me
The mystery of the operation of the universe, this is the real wisdom, not the nonsense written on paper!"
The long-bearded old man was excited for a while, but finally calmed down, put the black jade box away, and said: "Okay, you know this, you can rest in peace, I will take you on your way."
Just as the long-bearded old man was about to make a move, a puff of green smoke suddenly came in from the outdoors and instantly filled the room, followed by a series of dazzling sword lights that struck the old man from all directions.
The long-bearded old man's eyebrows moved, and his giant silver palm turned around, letting the sword light fall on it like rain, causing countless ripples, making the long-bearded old man alert.
"Blood clan?" The long-bearded old man snorted coldly. Seeing that the giant silver palm was shaking, he tightened his grip on the eagle-winged copper staff, and a ball of flame ignited at the top and shot out.
Hearing a cry of pain in the green smoke, Afu appeared and fell, her shoulders were slightly burned, and she reluctantly retreated. Su Wangting escaped from the suppression of the giant palm, turned over and hid aside, and took a breather.
"Should I say I'm lucky to meet a vampire in a place like this?" The long-bearded old man was calm and calm. Just as he was about to cast a spell, Cheng Sanwu shouted loudly and abruptly tore off the dark iron chain.
Cheng Sanwu abandoned his sword and swung his fists, and went towards the long-bearded old man in a frantic manner. As soon as the old man had an idea, the giant silver palm changed its position and blocked him and Cheng Sanwu.
"I want to see how you do..."
Before the old man finished speaking, Cheng Sanwu's body's strength surged, surged, and surged! He punched out with a roaring wind, smashing the giant silver palm from the front. An astonishing wave of air surged out, destroying the fragile room in the house.
All the utensils were shattered!
"Come die!"
At this moment, Cheng Sanwu's whole body was filled with energy, which was even more blazing than the holy fire. Wherever he stepped, the rugs were shattered and the wood was turned into powder.
Surprised to realize that the brash man's fist in front of him was forming a fist, the long-bearded old man hurriedly reacted, sweeping his fingers on the ground, and a silver barrier rose out of thin air.
However, the fist was like a landslide and rock flow, and the silver barrier only blocked it slightly, and was then pierced through in one fell swoop.
Fortunately, the long-bearded old man bought himself a moment and fled out of the hut. He noticed dogs barking and people's voices rising and falling all around him. Seeing that he could not catch these three people in a hurry, he had to disappear into the night sky with a bit of anger.
The fist weapon continued to penetrate the silver barrier, blasting half of the front wall of the hut into powder, and the remaining 30% of the force burst out, destroying the doors and windows of the house on the opposite side of the road.
This move immediately alarmed the congregation near the Fire Worship Temple. Su Wangting and Afu, who were both in the hut, looked at Cheng Sanwu with horrified expressions.
"No, get out of here quickly!"
Su Wangting was the first to react and took the risk to step forward, grab Cheng Sanwu's arm and take him away from the crumbling hut. Afu was extremely clever and took away the horizontal knife that Cheng Sanwu left on the ground.
When the nearby people came with torches, they saw that Mu Xide's hut had collapsed. Everyone hurried to save it, but no one noticed Su Wangting and his party.
It wasn't until they were far away from Zunfang and avoided the patrolling soldiers that the three of them had a chance to breathe. Su Wangting quickly let go of Cheng Sanwu, looked at his palms that were injured by Qi Jin and had blood oozing out, and looked at each other in disbelief.
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"Old Cheng, what are you..." Su Wangting was speechless.
At this time, Cheng Sanwu had already woken up from the madness just now, and all the energy in his body had dissipated. He just leaned against the wall and kept breathing, without speaking.
On the other hand, Afu was much calmer. She saw with her own eyes Cheng Sanwu's extraordinary self-healing ability and guessed that his origin was special and unusual.
"If you want to talk, don't do it here." Afu reminded: "Mu Xied is dead, the star marrow is lost, and there will be a big chaos in Quzhi City soon. Have you figured out how to deal with it?"
"Yes, now is not the time to talk nonsense. Let me argue with you when you go back." Su Wangting felt deeply that the future situation would be unpredictable and beyond his control.