The bright moon illuminates the way home.
There were no other accidents on the way from Qinggu to Beiliangcheng, which was a great thing.
However, Yu Zhi always had an uneasy premonition in his heart, always feeling that something extremely bad was going to happen, but he didn't know it yet.
In front of the gate of Beiliang City, Yan Yi held on to the reins, listened to the neighing of the horse, and stood under the city wall without taking a step forward.
Yu Zhi turned around and asked doubtfully: "Aren't you going to the city together?"
Yan Yi shook his head and showed a tired smile.
"It's safe once you enter Beiliang City."
This is not a very good reason, but it is also very reasonable. It seems that the two days from Cangshan to Beiliang City were all to help Yu Zhi get the Blue Blue Flame.
Now that Biluo Qingyan has been delivered, Yan Yi's mission has been completed.
One person stood inside the city gate and the other stood outside the city gate. The two looked at each other in silence.
After a long time, Yu Zhi said: "Thank you very much. I will definitely go to Shenyin Pavilion to express my gratitude in the future."
Since meeting Yan Yi, Yan Yi has helped Yu Zhi through the crisis several times. This kind of kindness is not unimportant.
Yan Yi just smiled, waved his hand to Yu Zhi and said, "You still owe me something, just remember it."
Yu Zhi was stunned, he really had forgotten this matter.
"Okay. If something happens in the future, I will go up the mountain of swords and the sea of fire. I, Yu Zhi, will never back down." Yu Zhi said.
Yan Yi smiled slightly, and her green clothes looked extremely eye-catching under the moonlight. "You must remember these words today."
Yu Zhi clasped his fists and galloped away on horseback.
Yan Yi looked at Yu Zhiyuan's retreating figure, with unknown emotions in his eyes, and murmured: "I am not so free and easy after all when I accompany you to save another woman."
Yesterday, Yu Zhi asked her why she rescued her several times.
She said that maybe she fell in love with Yu Zhi.
Believe it or not, it's a matter of one thought.
The truth or falsehood of this matter can only be determined by Yan Yi's thoughts.
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Si Qinxue played the formation song, and the sound of the piano echoed around the beams, driving away waves of poisonous mist.
Her mission tonight is to deal with this mysterious poisonous fog and break through these terrifying poisonous fogs. These killers can enter the uninhabited land and kill each other in front of them.
Every time the strings are plucked, a burst of sound waves will emit, blowing away a poisonous mist.
Dozens of killers came to kill him.
Yu Zhuyue didn't expect that the other party's piano music could have such an effect, and the old wrinkles piled up.
Yu Zhuyue looked at Lao Huang, who immediately understood that among the few, only Lao Huang was capable of fighting. But it is obviously impossible for Lao Huang to deal with so many killers alone.
Lao Huang looked solemn. Five of these killers were at the seventh level of the Monument Opening. He was able to stop two of them at the cost of serious injury.
If there is one more opponent, Lao Huang will definitely die.
The poisonous mist quickly dissipated, revealing the people in front of the house. Before Lao Huang could greet him, someone shouted: "I'll deal with this old guy."
As he said that, a meteor hammer hit Lao Huang directly in the face. At the critical moment, Lao Huang took a step forward, and the wine gourd in his hand flew out and hit the meteor hammer.
Buzz!
The meteor hammer flew back, and the old wine gourd flew back into Lao Huang's hands.
This time they met, the two were evenly matched.
Lao Huang did not dare to go too far forward, fearing that he would be surrounded by the opponent, and even more worried that the remaining people would suffer a devastating siege.
But if worry is useful, reality will not be so cruel.
After the killer using the meteor hammer entangled Lao Huang, the other killers swarmed up and used miserable methods. As long as the woman is taken down, they can regain their freedom.
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime.
You must know that Mr. San has extremely strict control over the killers in the private school. The days for distributing the antidote are calculated according to the hour. If the hour is slightly exceeded, you will inevitably die from the poison.
Therefore, these killers risk their lives to catch Li Wantong.
Besides, this task is not difficult.
Lao Huang was dragged away, Ning Huan was seriously injured and lost his fighting power. Even if Yu Lan has some combat power, he is not enough to deal with these people, let alone Wang Dafu.
In Kyoto, Wang Dafu is, at best, a hundred households; at worst, he is a gatekeeper. The strength is only slightly higher than those soldiers.
Yu Lan waved his hand, and his true energy surged out as he saw the poisonous powder hidden on his body being waved out.
The unexpected poisonous powder may also be able to poison some killers.
But a sharp piano sound broke Yu Lan's delusion, and the sound wave vibrated, like a howling wind, carrying the poisonous powder to the sky.
"Miss Li, you go first. Even if I risk my life, I, Wang Dafu, can't let anything happen to you." Wang Dafu protected Li Wantong, ready to sacrifice.
Li Wantong held a sword chopstick tightly in her hand. She must not hesitate in the moment of life and death, otherwise it would lead to an ending like the girl's tragic death.
It has to be said that after what happened with the girl, Li Wantong is no longer as weak as before.
Otherwise, she would not have dared to use her own life to repay Yu Lan and Ning Huan.
Regardless of the outcome, it's all worth it.
A dagger came from the darkness. I don't know who shot the dagger, but it was aimed directly at Wang Dafu.
It was their mission to kill the middle-aged man and take away the girl behind him. Then again, kidnapping is much harder than killing.
clang.
Wang Dafu stepped forward and punched out, his energy like a gust of wind blocking the dagger. But when Wang Dafu stepped forward, three killers appeared secretly and surrounded him.
It is said that two fists are difficult to beat with four hands, and there are advantages to having more people. Therefore, gangsters also like to form gangs when fighting.
For Li Wantong and others, the situation is extremely critical.
Both Lao Huang and Wang Dafu were entangled, and even couldn't protect themselves.
At the moment, Yu Zhuyue, Yu Lan, Wan'er, Li Wantong and the seriously injured Ning Huan, these five people are like fish on the chopping board, dying.
Behind Li Wantong, a pale palm suddenly stretched out. It was thin and thin, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time, leaving only a layer of white skin.
The cold touch spread from Li Wantong's shoulder to her whole body.
The killer's concealment skills were also excellent. He could lurk around Li Wantong quietly like this. If he really wanted to kill Li Wantong, it would be a piece of cake.
Unable to help, Li Wantong broke the sword chopsticks again, and his thin and pale palms locked her shoulders like eagle claws, dragging her body towards the darkness behind her.
Jie Jie Jie...
The cold laughter is like the roar of demons from hell,
Li Wantong turned his head and caught a glimpse of the figure behind him from the corner of his eye. It was a gloomy face, as white as his hands, as if he had been infected with some kind of serious disease, and was tortured by the pain into a skin and bones, struggling to death.
"What a tender little lady."
The sound gave Li Wantong a chill.
However, Li Wantong's struggle was powerless. Except for the sword energy chopsticks in her hands, she was just an ordinary woman who couldn't be more ordinary.
An unexpected attack, and Li Wantong was about to be taken away.
A golden light appeared in their eyes.
"Amitabha."
The clear sound spread to the entire yard as the golden light appeared.
Everyone was stunned.
Little monk?
Why is there a little monk here?
Li Wantong and others had more surprises in their hearts. Why did you forget this little monk?
After Wuhua was brought to the small courtyard, he spent the whole day eating fast and chanting Buddha's name, and everyone even forgot that there was such a little monk.
This is not because Wuhua has no sense of existence. Who would think that such a handsome little monk has no sense of existence?
In the first few days when Wuhua came, Yu Lan looked at Wuhua every day, with uncontrollable curiosity in his heart and eyes.
First, Yu Lan has never seen a monk.
Second, Yu Lan has never seen such a handsome monk.
Third, Yu Lan liked the faint pine scent of the little monk.
After several days of curiosity, Ning Huan began to dislike the little monk Wuhua.
This damn bald man is so good-looking. If Lan Lan is seduced away, I will be really upset.
However, the hatred in Ning Huan's heart soon disappeared.
Because whenever Yu Lan and Wu Hua talked, Wu Hua would always stutter. Perhaps it was the first time he saw such an enthusiastic female donor, so he was a little nervous and even pronounced "Amitabha" incorrectly.
Stuttering several times in a row dispelled Yu Lan's curiosity.
So from then on, Ninghuan sent some meals to Wuhua on time every day, and almost no one else saw Wuhua again. In this critical time, everyone has forgotten the little monk Wuhua.
The golden light swayed, like the Buddha coming into the world, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds came out of thin air, surrounding the entire courtyard.
"Donor, the Buddha said, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Don't act rashly with thoughts of killing." Wuhua said to the white-faced killer behind Li Wantong.
Under the golden light, neither of them could move.
"Bald bastard, what kind of magic are you doing? Let me go!" the white-faced killer said angrily.
He couldn't move any of his true energy, and he couldn't move his body.
Wuhua looked innocent. This donor was so rude that he wanted to curse people when he opened his mouth.
Wuhua clasped his hands together, wanting to step forward and rescue Li Wantong.
Suddenly, countless lights and shadows flashed in Wuhua's clear eyes, and the killers around him were already killing Wuhua.
At this time, no matter who it is, as long as they prevent them from capturing Li Wantong, even if the gods and Buddhas are standing in the way, they will kill the gods and the Buddhas. Not to mention just a little bald donkey?
The flowerless place became calm, and his expression showed a bit of helplessness.
Why do people at the foot of the mountain like to fight and kill?
clang!
The ancient bell of the Buddhist temple rang, and the majestic sound of the bell rang rapidly, obliterating the light of the spatula and the shadow of the sword.
An ancient golden bell covers Wuhua's body. The golden bell is engraved with countless mysterious Sanskrit characters, exuding mysterious power.
Under the shroud of golden light, Wuhua's thin figure looked extremely majestic, just like a real Buddha in an ancient temple, chanting Buddhist scriptures and subduing demons.
"So many donors are misled by greed, anger and ignorance. It is a good time to make merit. Amitabha." Wuhua's eyes shone. He went down the mountain to practice more merit and become a Buddha immediately. The opportunity before us should not be missed, both emotionally and rationally.
"That's good, that's good." Little monk Wuhua said with a slight smile on his lips.
Yu Lan said anxiously: "Little monk, kill them all quickly."
Wuhua still put her hands together and looked compassionate. "Buddha said that sweeping the floor may harm the lives of ants. The young monk dare not kill anyone, so I advise all donors to put down their butcher knives."
"Bah. You little bald donkey, I will kill you first." The killers looked ferocious and vicious.
What they hate most is a stumbling block when performing tasks.
Now this little monk with fair skin and tender face is a smelly and hard stumbling block.
Wuhua heard the words and said calmly: "Amitabha. All donors can try to see if they can break the golden bell of the young monk."
But Wuhua was confident, and when he was about to have a big fight, he only heard another "dang" sound.
When the golden bell rang, a crack actually appeared.
Ten killers attacked together, how could Wuhua be able to block it?
