It has to be said that although Master Yang of the Jinhong Martial Arts School has been silent for two years and is not visible to the public, he still has all the skills he should have.
Soon most of the disciples were mobilized, and the city government put a bounty on each Red Fire Thief's head. These disciples were very motivated to fight.
Their leader just opened his mouth and promised some rewards, and these disciples' blood boiled.
But compared to several instructors in the library, the execution is not that simple.
After all, the older you get, the more you understand the principle of maintaining integrity. You are not just a young boy who lights a fire. There is no need for the personal grudges of Gym Leader Yang to drag down the entire martial arts gym.
The Red Fire Bandits, Pan Henghu has been around Taixi City for many years, and they are not easy to eradicate.
Relying on them alone may not be enough.
However, their attitude changed very quickly, after Yang Guanzhu announced that they would give out five realm-breaking pills when they left the city.
They changed their attitude instantly.
It is nothing more than the realm-breaking elixir from Sifang Medicine House. It has a very powerful effect and belongs to the Xuanpin level elixir.
Its function is relatively simple, it is to assist the martial arts cultivator to reach a realm that has not been broken through for a long time, and to open a gap in the tight promotion door.
Then Guanzhu Yang gave another news, saying that the city government had formed another team, and they would go together to kill them when the time came. He thought of the recent disturbances in the city government's Nabi.
Only then did the teachers feel completely relieved.
After all, with their current strength alone, they may be stronger than the Red Fire Village, but facing Baihu Ridge, the home of the Red Fire Bandits, it might be a bit mysterious not to spend a lot of power.
Afterwards, Master Yang summoned some of the top disciples on the list and informed them of the departure time.
The time is at Yin hour of the night, at the fifth watch of the day.
Master Yang and the city government had a complete plan, which was to rush on the road at night, and then make a surprise attack when the Red Fire Bandits were most relaxed and tired.
There seems to be nothing wrong with this plan.
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"Hey, why are your scales so white? Don't you have a nickname called Bai Suzhen?"
There was still some time before the starting point, so Shen Xiu ran to Lishui River at night and chatted with the white python about nothing.
During this period of getting along, he figured out the nature of this big white python, which was considered to be the gentlest among snakes.
Moreover, it is relatively lazy by nature and likes to stay at the bottom of the river and sleep all day long. Apart from these things, the white python seems to have nothing to do.
In addition, the White Python's hometown is the Hongye Temple, which sounds like a temple. It seems that it may have been influenced by it, and it has also been tainted with a little Buddha nature. This White Python does not have the unique vicious aura of monsters.
The huge head of the white python rests on the river beach where the soft sand accumulates, and its slender tail sways idly on the water.
From time to time, when he touched the water, a piece of starlight would fall off. When he heard Shen Xiu's words, his huge eyes couldn't help but roll.
"Tell me, my hometown is Hongye Temple. I don't know Lei Feng Pagoda, I don't know Jinshan Temple, and I don't know Bai Suzhen. Why are you always looking at my tail?"
Shen Xiu was a little embarrassed to be caught in the act, so he changed the subject and said, "Speaking of which, the Lishui River leads directly to the Liujiang River in the south. Why don't you follow the river into the sea and stay here in this place."
The white python rolled his eyes at him in a very humane manner, "It's like a giant dragon that walks in the river and turns into a dragon in the sea. Don't I know these things? Do you think I want to stay here? Didn't I promise a boy to help him take care of me?" Take care of Taixi City..."
This care is responsible for sixty years of good weather.
Shen Xiu was a little dumbfounded, "Then you really don't care?"
"What else can we do if we already agreed? We can't just ignore it..." Bai Boang's voice gradually became sluggish as he thought of something.
The Lishui River in Taixi City leads directly to the Liujiang River. There are many dangerous places in the rapids, but for a big demon with some ability to summon rain, it is not a problem.
More than once, the white python swam out of Taixi City silently.
But when he arrived at the entrance of Liujiang River, every time, he would look up into the river towards the Liujiang River that was rushing thousands of miles away, look at it for a long time, and then look back reluctantly.
He promised that boy, and he didn't want to break his promise...
Turn a snake into a dragon, turn a dragon into a dragon.
It is the ultimate dream of every snake demon and the ultimate dream of the white python, but some things are more important than dreams.
This is what he learned from an old Zen master when he fell into Suolongjing when he was still young.
Seeing that Bai Python's mood was obviously depressed, Shen Xiu didn't want to think about this topic.
Recalling that the white python said something was thrown into the river by his martial arts school, he asked, "You said that my martial arts school threw something into the river. What was it?"
"What else could it be? Of course it's a human being!"
"people?"
"Yes, adults did it. Your martial arts school really has no sense of hygiene."
After hearing what Bai Mang said, Chen Xiu suddenly froze on the spot, as if his mind was hit by a bolt from the blue.
Inadvertently, countless fragmentary images suddenly flashed through his mind.
Chen Mo, the eldest son of the Chen family, disappeared for no reason and was found to have been sucked to death and found in the Lishui River. There are no clues until now. Some disciples saw that the master of the hall failed to break the mirror and there was blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
No way?
Various clues were connected together in a strange way, leading to a possible answer. Even Shen Xiu was silently in disbelief.
His mind wandered and he continued to think.
More than two years ago, Yang Jinhong led his disciples to jointly exterminate the Red Fire Bandits. Two of his four direct disciples died directly.
The saying at the time was that he encountered Yang Long, the master of martial arts at the peak of the third level of the Red Fire Thieves.
On the way, a personal disciple disappeared for no reason while completing the task in the museum.
Yang Jinhong sent people to search for him, but in the end nothing happened.
Now, regardless of the possible consequences of being seriously injured, and using various means to convince the deputy leader and many teachers, Master Yang once again launched a plan to wipe out the Red Fire Bandits.
Suddenly, everything seemed to have an illusion of déjà vu.
What kind of magic skill did Master Yang practice that he even did not hesitate to use his own disciples and disciples with good qualifications as sacrifices?
If so, then everything before seems to make sense.
Looking at the calm and dark Lishui River with no bottom visible, Shen Xiu unknowingly derived such a conclusion, which even surprised himself.
Thinking back to the glances that Master Yang had frequently directed at him before, did he really mean that he just wanted to accept him as his direct disciple?
Shen Xiu of Lishui River sat quietly on the bank, digesting this amazing inference, until a cold wind on the Yizhen River woke him up.
The white python sank into the water at some point.
In Taixi City, the sound of the night watch could be heard in the distant streets and alleys. It was just past Yin hour and the fifth watch was reached.
