After searching hard, Yan Siguan finally found Cheng Jingdong deep in an alley.
The alley is only a hundred feet away from Zhang Mansion.
Cheng Jingdong held a flower gun brought by the troupe.
No one knows how such a gentle and elegant troupe leader managed to reach here step by step with a gun in such a tired body.
He had never taken martial arts lessons, and he never knew how to use a gun. The tip of the spear was extremely blunt and could not be worn through clothing, so it was just trying to hurt people.
Yan Siguan hurriedly stopped the class leader who was about to rush towards Zhang Mansion, and snatched the spear from his hand. His eyes were about to burst, but his voice was extremely low, like a tiger hissing, "Why are you so confused! Even if you risk your life and rush in What’s the use of the Zhang Mansion! If you want to die, then think about how your wife will live alone!”
Cheng Jingdong smiled miserably, trembling all over. He had long been unable to lift the gun, and just now he was able to stagger up by leaning the gun on the ground, trying not to fall. Previously, Wu Shuang put a piece of new snake orchid in the tea, which was unable to make up for the deficiency of Qi and blood that had accumulated over the years. It was not easy to be able to relieve the feeling of weakness.
In addition, the shock when Wu Shuang drew the sword from the courtyard actually injured Cheng Jingdong's fragile spleen. Ordinary people may be perfectly fine and may not even notice physical abnormalities, but in fact, there were slight tremors in Wu Shuang's Bengyun sword intention. Cheng Jingdong's body was suffering from too much lack of blood, and his five internal organs were not as stable as ordinary people's. Therefore, under the force of the shock, he was already injured, but he could hardly feel anything. The slight pain was just caused by overexertion in the past few days, and he ignored it.
"If something unexpected happens to her, how can I bear it? It's better to fight to the death and rest in peace under the Nine Springs, which is better than the current situation." After saying this, he stepped forward again, extremely decisive. With Yan Siguan's strength, trying to stop the master was an understatement. Less than half of his strength was enough, but this time the man was stunned.
I don't know where this young man who had run out of energy got the strength to press his waist and abdomen against Yan Siguan's iron-like arms, pushing the man who was not using all his strength to keep retreating.
"Madam has returned. I, Yan Siguan, have never told lies. Just be at ease." With no other choice, Yan Siguan briefly explained the whole story and finally convinced Cheng Jingdong.
The next moment, Cheng Jingdong's originally straight back suddenly relaxed, and he fainted happily in front of Wu Sheng, but he still held the flower gun tightly in his hand.
The stubborn people have always been one family. Yan Siguan has been following the class leader who saved his life for several years and never listened to advice; otherwise Mo Yunshi would not have gone there alone despite knowing that Zhang Mansion is a den of tigers and wolves; Cheng Jingdong even more knew that he would die. , still moving forward with a gun.
Yan Siguan carried the class leader on his back. For some reason, he suddenly felt familiar in his heart.
When he was only seven or eight years old, he was kidnapped by a group of thieves and taken to the top of a mountain. They put a knife to his throat and forced him to collect medicine. There are many fissures between the cliffs, and most of the things that can still grow in the fissures are rare herbs. If you pluck it by the roots and sell it in the market or other places, you can get a few bright silver ingots, which can help these bandits to subsidize their poor family. Some of the cracks in the rocks are so narrow that ordinary men can't get in, so they have to rob children everywhere to collect medicines for the village in exchange for money. The kidnapped children were deprived of food all day long and were hung on broken ropes between the cliffs. They often fell to their deaths and no one collected their bodies. Instead, they preyed on the passing beasts and falcons. Yan Siguan saw with his own eyes a child falling off a cliff and being eaten alive by an old hawk for more than ten days.
If things go on like this, even Yan Siguan's strong nerves can't stand it anymore. It is said that since his parents died when he was young, his temperament should be extremely calm and mature. But even so, he could not bear the beatings and scoldings of the bandits. One day, when the rope was loose, he cut the rope with the protruding rocks and fell straight down. As for the height of the cliff, it certainly doesn't matter to those who are accomplished in Taoism or internal martial arts, but for a seven or eight-year-old child, it is undoubtedly seeking death.
After many years, Yan Siguan can still think of those thin arms catching the child who fell in mid-air.
On a remote road, a teenage boy with limp arms was carrying a smaller boy on his back. He had been walking for many years.
The sky has darkened at some point, and the distant black armor is approaching quickly, until it covers the sky with the sun, and the golden light comes out of it, as if the Buddha was born in heaven, using his golden body to scare away all evil spirits.
It is recorded in unofficial history that the ancestor of Buddhism took action under the blue sea and dispersed millions of evil spirits. He chanted sutras and was saved, and all things returned to peace. Time has passed, and no one knows what the evil spirits mentioned back then were. People in the world only think of the Buddha's angry eyes, and it is difficult for immortals to stop them.
But the ancestor of Buddhism is not here at the moment, and the remaining light of the great sun will not last long, and it will be difficult to defeat the majestic black armor. The remaining light, which looked like a golden body, was eventually lost in the darkness, leaving no trace behind.
The sky is filled with glow, black clouds are rolling, and silver snakes are moving along the river. The pouring raindrops fell head-on, straight into the sky, hitting the bluestone road, sputtering up layers of mist; the long street flowed in the rain, and the fabrics of taverns and inns crackled, dripping with rain. The heavy rain fell like a torrent, and even the fences on both sides of the street seemed to be glued to the rain, and no one could be seen.
In the pouring rain, Ma Si looked behind him nervously, then turned his head without leaving a trace, gently put his left hand into Xu Jinyu's cuff, and gestured something. Xu Jinyu's expression remained unchanged and he allowed the rain to wash away without wiping the rain off his face. The two knew each other in their early years and had worked together to kill bandits. Needless to say, they had a close friendship. They could calmly remind each other about the number of people facing each other. But there were no thieves at the moment, so Xu Jinyu couldn't react for a while, his expression was still stiff. But soon a dark shadow flashed in his peripheral vision, and he became convinced.
As expected, Ma Si saw clearly. This trip was not an ordinary job, it was clearly a murder.
There were a total of seventy men in black armor, all with plain white veils covering their mouths and noses. Each one of them, without exception, was moving swiftly and swiftly. At this moment, with the help of the endless rain curtain, they merged into the police queue from all corners of the street.
Like a continuous rainstorm, the rainwater surges and merges into the wild horse river, intertwined with red and black.
"It's raining so hard." Yan Siguan, who was carrying the class leader, looked at the shadowy figures on the other side of the long street and sighed suddenly. He placed Cheng Jingdong under the eaves of the street and did not forget to squeeze the water from his sleeves before leaving.
"I wonder if you are here today, do you have any advice?"
Amid the sound of rain, the deep voice still echoed far away. In fact, he knew that it was a waste of effort. Since the other party attracted so many experts, they must be doing something bad. What made him feel quite heavy was that among the many black armors, he also saw the policeman in red. The government intervened, so a suitable accusation had been found. I am afraid that the young master of the Zhang family had already invited someone from the Yamen to provide evidence as soon as the leader's wife stepped into the courtyard.
In this way, even if the fat man with great cultivation returned, it would be difficult to take action rashly, not to mention that he was not a relative, so why bother to go against the son of a high official in the court.
Death is in vain, it is better to fight happily.
"please."
The man clasped his fists and saluted in the heavy rain.
Behind and in front of me, there was rapid rain.
