After a lot of searching, Yansi Pass finally found Cheng Jingdong in the depths of the alley.

The alley is only a hundred feet away from Zhang Mansion.

Cheng Jingdong held a flower gun from a troupe.

No one knows how the gentle and elegant opera troupe leader who usually walks here step by step with his gun with such tired body.

He had never learned to be a martial artist, and he never knew how to use a gun. The gun was extremely blunt and could not be worn. He was so frustrated that he was so sad.

Yan Siguan hurriedly stopped the headmaster who was about to rush towards Zhang's mansion, snatched the spear in his hand, his eyes were so bitter, but the voice was extremely low, like a tiger's hiss, "Why are you so confused? Even if you try your best to rush into Zhang's mansion? If you want to die, then you have thought of your wife, how can you live alone!"

Cheng Jingdong smiled bitterly and his whole body was trembling. He had been unable to lift the gun for a long time, and he could only stagger up with the gun to support his body, trying not to fall. Previously, Wu Shuang put a new snake orchid in tea, which could not make up for the years of deficit in qi and blood. It was not easy to relieve the feeling of weakness.

In addition, the shock of Wu Shuang pulling the sword from the courtyard actually hurt Cheng Jingdong's fragile spleen. Ordinary people can be peaceful and even cannot detect abnormal physical health. However, in fact, there is a slight shock in Wu Shuang's sword intent. Cheng Jingdong's body is too chaemia, and his five internal organs are not as stable as ordinary people. Therefore, under the force of the shock, he was already injured, but he was unable to feel it. The slight pain was only taken by overwork for several days, and he ignored it.

"If she encounters an unexpected situation, how can I bear it? It's better to fight to the death. You can rest assured as you can get to the bottom of the nine lunar calendars, which is better than the current situation." As he said that, he was about to step forward again, extremely determined. With the strength of Yansi Pass, it was an understatement to try to stop the headmaster. It was enough to exert half of the force, but this time it surprised the man.

I wonder where the young man with no energy got the strength, and with his waist and abdomen pressed against the iron-cast arms of Yansiguan, the man who had not done his best kept retreating.

"Mrs. I, Yansiguan, have never known lying. You can just give me ten thousand thoughts." As a last resort, Yansiguan briefly explained the whole story. It was a waste of time to convince Cheng Jingdong.

The next moment, Cheng Jingdong's originally straight waist immediately loosened and fainted in front of Wu Sheng very happily, but he still held the flower gun tightly in his hand.

He has always been a family. Yansiguan is a classmate who has been following his life-saving head teacher for several years and never listens to advice. Mo Yun is, otherwise he would not have gone alone even though he knew the tiger and wolf cave in Zhang's house. Cheng Jingdong even knew that he would die, but he still walked forward with a gun.

Yan Siguan carried the headmaster, and for some reason, he suddenly became familiar with him.

At that time, he was only seven or eight years old, and was captured by a group of thieves to the top of the mountain, and used a knife to force herbs to collect herbs with a knife to force herbs to collect herbs. There were many cracks between the cliffs, but most of them were rare herbs. After picking them up, they were taken to markets and other places to sell them. They could get a few silver ingots, which could subsidize the dry family for the bandits. Some rocks were extremely narrow, so how could ordinary men join in? They had to rob children everywhere to exchange for money for copycats. The children who were plundered were not allowed to eat enough all day long, and hung them between the cliffs with broken ropes. They often fell and died, and no one took the corpse. Instead, they were cheaper than the beasts of the past. Yansiguan had seen the children around him fall off the cliff and were pecked by an old falcon for more than ten days.

In the long run, even the thick nerves of Yansiguan can't stand it anymore. In theory, parents died since childhood, so they should be extremely calm and sophisticated. But even so, it is difficult to withstand the beatings and scoldings of bandits. Taking advantage of the loose ropes one day, they break the ropes with raised rocks and fall straight down. If the cliff is high and short, it is of course nothing for a successful practitioner of Taoism or an internal martial arts warrior, but for a child of seven or eight years old, it is undoubtedly a way out for a child who is seven or eight years old.

After many years, Yansiguan could still remember those thin arms that caught the child falling from the air.

On the remote path, a teenager with soft arms was carrying a younger boy on his back, and he had been walking for many years.

The sky was already drowsy at some point, and the distance was approaching, until the sun was overwhelming, and the golden light came out of it, as if the Buddha had made a natural progress, shook away all kinds of evil spirits with his golden body.

There have been unofficial history records that the ancestor of Buddhism took action in the blue sea and grew up in the world, scattering millions of evil spirits, chanting scriptures to save them, and all things return to peace. Times have changed, and no one knows what the evil spirits mentioned back then. People in the world only say that the Buddha is angry, and it is hard for immortals to stop them.

But the ancestor of Buddhism is not here, and the sun is still strong and the lights are not strong enough to last long, and it is ultimately impossible to defeat the majestic black armor. The remaining lights that look like golden bodies are eventually destroyed in the dark curtain, with no trace to be found.

The sky was filled with glow, the black clouds rolled, and the silver snakes were surging. The pouring raindrops fell down the sky, smashing into the bluestone road, splashing layers of mist; the long street was flowing in the rain, and the cloth tiles of taverns and hotels crackled, carrying the rainwater. The heavy rain was like a sudden overturn, and even the market railings on both sides of the street seemed to be connected and bonded with the rainwater, and there was no sign of people.

In the heavy rain, Ma Si looked behind him with fear, then turned his head without any trace, and gently reached into Xu Jinyu's cuff and gestured something. Xu Jinyu's expression remained unchanged, allowing the rain to wash away, not erasing the rain on his face. The two met in their early years and had killed bandits and cleared bandits. Naturally, they could point out the other party in a quiet manner, and the number of people on the opposite side was arranged. But there were no bandits at the moment, so Xu Jinyu couldn't react for a while, and his expression was still stiff. But soon a black shadow flashed in his light, and he knew it.

Ma Si really saw through it. This trip was not an ordinary job, it was clearly a killing disaster.

There were seventy black-armored men, all wrapped around their mouths and noses with plain white veils. Each one was quick-witted and swift. At this moment, they used the endless rain curtain to join the constable queue from all corners of the street.

It is like rainstorms, the rain collapses and merges into the wild horse river, with red and black intertwined.

"The rain is so urgent." Yan Siguan, who was carrying the headmaster, looked at the shadows on the other side of the long street, suddenly sighed, put Cheng Jingdong under the eaves of the street, and before leaving, he still squeezed the water elsewhere on his cuffs.

"I wonder if you are here today, what advice do you have?"

The deep shouting in the sound of the rain was still far away. In fact, he knew that it was a waste of energy. Since the other party brought so many masters to come, it must be that the person who came was not good. What made him feel quite heavy was that he saw the constable's red clothes among the many black armors. The government intervened, and in this way, he had found a suitable crime. I am afraid that the young master of the mansion had invited people from the yamen to prove it as soon as the headmaster's wife stepped into the yard.

In this way, even if the fat man with great cultivation returns, it is difficult to take action rashly, let alone if he is not a relative or a friend, why not fight against the sons of the senior officials in the court?

It’s better to have a happy battle than to die in vain.

"please."

The man bowed his fists in the rain.

There was rain in front of and behind the body.
Chapter completed!