After a while, several people arrived at the gate of Xianxia Villa. At this time, a large group of warriors stood darkly outside the door, led by a tall man in his thirties.
In front of the gate, a dozen young disciples of the Feixian Sect, both men and women, were holding long swords and were on high alert. Seeing Xiahou Ninghan's arrival, these disciples stepped aside and made way for a passage.
Xiahou Ninghan walked out of the village gate first, followed closely by Yu Feng, while Murong Xue and Shan Tingxian stopped behind the door and hid in the dark to observe.
When the man in the lead saw Xia Hou Ninghan, he was stunned by her beauty for a moment. Then he came back to his senses and saluted, "My surname is Zhao, and my given name is Jing. May I ask who this girl is?"
Yu Feng introduced from the side: "This is our sect master."
Zhao Jing said oh, and said with a smile but not a smile: "It turns out to be the Xiahou Sect Master, whom I have admired for a long time."
The other party pointed out his surname, which surprised Xiahou Ninghan: "You actually know me? This is really interesting. Mr. Zhao, I wonder what you are here for?"
Zhao Jing replied loudly: "People of the Ming Dynasty do not speak secretly. Zhao came here today to ask the sect master to hand over the three guests of the village to us."
Xiahou Ninghan smiled faintly and did not answer. Yufeng beside her scolded: "We have never had any guests in the village. You are looking at the wrong door."
Zhao Jing laughed when he heard this: "Hahaha, Zhao has long expected that you will never admit it easily, so bring it with you!" As he said that, he waved his hand behind him. Four big men dragged two wounded people to Zhao Jing's side. The two men had their heads drooped, their feet dragged on the ground, and their bodies were covered in blood.
The Feixian Sect disciples in front of the gate were shocked when they saw this: "Sun Cheng?! Yang Shouyi?!"
Yufeng also recognized at this time that the two injured people were Sun Cheng and Yang Shouyi, the villagers of Xianxia Villa. They are usually responsible for going out to buy the daily necessities of the village. They just left the village two days ago and went to a nearby market town to do business.
Xiahou Ninghan immediately understood that Sun Cheng and the others must have been stopped and interrogated by Zhao Jing's people on the road. After being severely tortured, they had no choice but to identify the whereabouts of Li Bing and the others. No wonder Zhao Jing dared to come to her door with such force and call out her last name as soon as he opened his mouth.
Xiahou Ninghan's pink face was frosty, and he said coldly: "Although these two people are not disciples of my Feixian Sect, they are still village men of the villa. They don't know martial arts and have never done anything evil. Why did you torture them to death?" In this case, please give me an explanation."
Zhao Jing shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, Sect Master, Zhao has no choice but to do this. As long as the Sect Master hands over those three people, Zhao will apologize to the Sect Master and these two little brothers. In addition to the money for the decoction and medicine, I can also pay for it." What do you think about taking out a large sum of money to compensate them?"
"I don't think so." Xiahou Ninghan also shook his head and said with a smile: "You hurt me, Zhuang Ding, for no reason, and you think you can get rid of it with a few pennies? Are you really bullying me, Feixian Sect, because I have no one?"
"What bullshit Feixianzong?!" A scarred man next to Zhao Jing shouted: "I've never heard of it! My master is being polite to you because I'm giving you face. Don't be shameless!"
The words were spoken quickly, and Xiahou Ninghan responded even faster. As soon as the scar-faced man finished speaking, Xiahou Ninghan raised his hand and waved his robe sleeves, and then a material and invisible air column suddenly slammed out, directly blowing away The guy stumbled back a few steps and almost fell down on the spot.
This move immediately calmed everyone present.
Not only were Zhao Jing and his men inexplicably horrified, but Murong Xue and Shan Tingxian who were hiding behind the door were also startled.
The scar-faced man was four or five feet away from Xiahou Ninghan, and there were other people standing next to him. From such a distance, Xiahou Ninghan only flicked his sleeves lightly and easily knocked the opponent back without bringing anyone else with him at all.
This internal strength cultivation alone has reached a level that is shocking to the world.
Murong Xue, Shan Tingxian and Zhao Jing standing outside the door are all experts in martial arts. Naturally, they know that this is by no means some evil magic, but the top internal power of Xuanmen!
Xiahou Ninghan didn't even bother to look at the scarred man, and said to Zhao Jing word by word: "You can try a few moves with me. If you can beat me, search the village and take people, it's up to you. If you can't win, , then hurry up and get as far away from me as possible!"
If he had said this before, Zhao Jing would have definitely thought that this little beauty was crazy and readily agreed. However, when he saw Xiahou Ninghan's move of retreating behind the enemy with a flick of his sleeves, he couldn't help but hesitate.
When Zhao Jing was wandering around the martial arts world, he often experienced martial arts battles and dealt with many masters. No matter whether he won or lost, he never felt afraid. However, someone with a level like Xiahou Ninghan's level is definitely not something he can challenge.
Zhao Jing rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Sect Master, you are joking. I have brought so many brothers here, why should I fight with you alone?"
Xiahou Ninghan looked indifferent: "Zhao Jing, the person you are looking for has already left. If you insist on fighting, I will put aside all worries and focus on you until I kill you on the spot. Use my precious Are you willing to exchange your life for the result of futility?"
The cold words, without any emotion, made everyone present feel the firmness and determination.
Zhao Jing was shocked by the other party's momentum and hesitated secretly, unable to tell which of what Xiahou Ninghan just said was true and which was false.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind and snorted coldly: "Xiahou Sect Master, Zhao has a military life and really has no choice. At this time, we have an absolute advantage, so we must take the risk no matter what!"
After saying that, he raised his right hand and made a gesture of preparing to order an attack.
Xiahou Ninghan felt bitter in her heart when she saw that she could not frighten the opponent. There are so many people on the opposite side that a melee is really going to break out. Not to mention how much damage Xianxia Villa will suffer, Prince Li Bing will definitely be in trouble.
At this critical moment, a melodious Buddha's name suddenly came from the dense forest nearby: "Amitabha——"
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of monks dressed in blue cloth monk robes walked out of the forest, holding sticks and swords with an imposing momentum. Walking in the front was a short and fat old monk, wearing a yellow monk's robe, carrying a crescent shovel that was taller than himself.
The Buddha's name just now was what he drank.
The monks quickly walked to the front of the villa and confronted Zhao Jing and the others from a distance.
Zhao Jing was shocked by this large group of monks who appeared out of nowhere. He looked carefully and couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart, secretly exclaiming that something was wrong!
As long as you have been seriously involved in the martial arts world for a few years, you should be familiar with that short, fat old monk. Even if you have never met him, you must be familiar with it - Hui Dian, the head of the martial monks group of Songshan Zen Temple and the "Crazy Monk of Demon Subduing"!
Huidian is the younger brother of Master Huikong, the abbot of Songshan Zen Monastery. When it comes to martial arts, he holds the top spot in the monastery and has been in charge of the martial monks corps for a long time. This guy has a bad temper and hates evil. What he loves most in his life is to take care of injustices in the world.
He has only one creed in life: If people are unfair, I will take care of it! The ground is uneven, let me shovel it!
Huidian once made an agreement with his abbot brother that he would spend half of the year eating, meditating, and teaching disciples in the temple; and half the year would go out and travel around, subduing demons and defending the Tao.
To put it bluntly, it means going out to fight with bad guys.
Master Huikong had no choice but to nod in agreement. This is great. After decades of hard work, a famous "Demon-Suppressing Mad Monk" has been created.
Monk Huidian used his beloved Crescent Moon to shovel, and traveled all over the country alone, killing countless bandits, robbers, and flower pickers. The various underworld gangs in the world changed their expressions upon hearing the name of the mad monk, and more than once they strictly ordered their disciples: If you encounter that old bald donkey, walk around him!
Taking a closer look, Zhao Jing, the commander of the Huaiyang Palace, is really having a bad time.
When Xiahou Ninghan sent people to Songshan Zen Temple to ask for help, it happened that monk Huidian was eating fast and chanting Buddha in the temple, and the half-year period was about to expire.
The old monk had been idle for a long time and was feeling uncomfortable. When he heard from his senior brother that the prince was in trouble and was hiding in Xianxia Villa and was in urgent need of reinforcements, he immediately jumped up more than three feet high and pointed at his nose: "Senior brother, I, I, Look at me, I’m here!”
Master Huikong thought about it, Huidian had been in the Zen monastery for a long time. Anyway, he was full and causing trouble all day long, so why not ask him to go there. Therefore, he ordered Huitian to lead one hundred and twenty Zen monks to rush to the aid of Xianxia Villa.
As luck would have it, just when Zhao Jing was about to attack by force, the crazy monk Hui Dian arrived neither early nor late.
Faced with everyone's astonishment, Hui Dian didn't care at all and ordered the monks to stand by while he calmly walked towards Xiahou Ninghan. While walking, he looked at Zhao Jing and the others with an uncontrollable smile on his face: "Not bad, not bad, haha, really good."
This expression made Zhao Jing feel nervous, as if Hui Dian was looking at him as if he were looking at a bowl of delicious vegetarian food.
Xiahou Ninghan took a few steps forward and saluted, "It turns out the master is here. My niece Ninghan is being polite."
Hui Dian quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, you are so good. Xiao Ninghan, I thank you! Thank you very much!"
Xiahou Ninghan was a little confused: It was obviously me who asked for help from Songshan Temple, should I say thank you? Why did he thank you first?
Just listen to Huidian continue: "Ah, there are so many people, I am really cheap this time, hahahaha!"
Hearing what he said, Xiahou Ninghan suddenly understood and couldn't help but laugh: "You are still the same. You get so happy when you hear that you are going to fight with the bad guys."
"Hey - you can't say that," Hui Dian shook his head and said seriously: "I can't compare with your father's mediocre behavior. Fortunately, Mr. Hanmei is not at home, otherwise, this good thing will come in turn. It’s not like I’m here, that’s good.”
The two chatted casually, but Zhao Jing, who was standing next to him, became more and more shocked as he listened.
Originally, the demon-slaying mad monk and the warrior monk No. 100 appeared out of thin air, which already gave him a big headache. Now when he heard Huidian mention "Mr. Hanmei", he couldn't help but secretly thought: This old thief is so stupid. Could it be that Mr. Hanmei I'm talking about is that person? Could this Xiahou Ninghan be his daughter? I can't be so fucking unlucky, can I?
After being stunned for a long time, Zhao Jing asked timidly: "You two, could you please ask, does the Mr. Hanmei you just mentioned refer to senior Xia Houmei?"
Hui Dian rolled her eyes at him and hummed, "Who else do you think you are?"
Zhao Jing took a breath of cold air, he was going to die!
Zhao Jing was originally a powerful thief in the martial arts world. He was used to licking blood with the tip of a knife and usually refused to obey anyone. Later, he joined the Huaiyang King's family and became even more arrogant with his official status.
However, no matter how arrogant he is, he can still clearly consider what will happen if he offends Suihan's three friends.
Not to mention that he was just a small official in the palace, even twenty years ago, countless princes and nobles in the imperial court and leaders of gangs in the world were killed by Sui Han's three friends.
If there is blood in Xia Houmei's villa today, in the future the world will be so big that it will be difficult for him to stand. Maybe, even the King of Huaiyang will be involved and his skin will be shaved off.
