One of the Hanako said angrily: "But we didn't help either!"
Master Faming shook his head and said, "That's because those of you who consider yourself masters will never lose, so..."
At this point, I consciously made a mistake. I couldn't help but hurriedly closed my eyes and pronounced the Buddha's name, and then said: "What a sin, what a sin!"
The silver-shirted swordsman sitting cross-legged on the side looked at the fainted Nangong Haotian and then at the dead Bi Wu, feeling a little cold in his heart. If Nangong Haotian had used this move against him just now, he would have died long ago. Thinking of this
, the silver fir swordsman looked at Nangong Haotian with a look of shame, feeling very grateful to him for not killing him.
This can also confirm that although Nangong Haotian was once kidnapped by the old demon Ju Long and passed on his skills, he did not agree to kill everyone who participated in the incident one by one to avenge the old demon Jianxue.
It was precisely because he figured this out that the silver-shirted swordsman determined that the powerful killer was not killed by Nangong Haotian. This was just like how Tiannan Xiushi and Tianxuan Shenjun still kept their old lives. Nangong Haotian's nature was not bad.
But if the Silver Cedar Swordsman knew that Nangong Haotian originally intended to kill him, but stopped because the Demon Dragon Slayer King was around and might have exposed his own strength, the Silver Cedar Swordsman would be so angry that he vomited blood and died.
The silver-robed swordsman didn't know this, so he looked at one of the dozens of beggars and waved.
I saw a middle-aged man with a big face and fat ears walking over quickly.
The silver-shirted swordsman waited until the middle-aged Hanako came to him, tremblingly took off a coral bead from the sword tassel, and said weakly: "Leave it to your gang leader. For the sake of the reputation of your gang, it is not appropriate to pursue this matter any further.
, I will go and explain after the injury recovers."
The middle-aged beggar took the silver-shirted swordsman's bead, bowed and said yes, turned around and waved his hand to dozens of beggars, and said calmly: "Bring up your uncle, let's go."
The Beggar Clan is famous for its strict discipline. After giving the order, they all said yes. Six people of lower rank came over and lifted up the body of the old beggar Bi Wu. Without even looking at Nangong Haotian, they separated everyone and went to the town.
Walk outside.
The middle-aged Hanako, who had just taken the Shanzhu, bowed to all around and said humbly: "Seniors and juniors, we have to take the first step. We will see you later."
Master Faming and others returned the courtesy and said: "Please!"
After dozens of beggars left, Master Faming, Taoist Master Jingde, and the owner of the village quickly walked over to inspect Nangong Haotian's injuries.
I saw two tearful Liu Qianwen and Wei Xiaoying, who had held Nangong Haotian and sat cross-legged on the ground. Nangong Haotian's face was like gold paper, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were closed as if he was adjusting his breathing and doing exercises.
Aunt Shan's old eyes were moist, and she held a horizontal staff behind Nangong Haotian.
Jiang Zhongzhao and several martial artists dressed as fishermen also stood around blankly. As long as someone around them made the slightest move, they would fight to the death to protect Nangong Haotian.
Si Yunyi and Lin Jinxiong also stood in front of Nangong Haotian, obviously intending to protect him.
Master Faming and Taoist Jingde saw that Nangong Haotian's complexion was not good, and knew that the internal injuries were serious. They said with concern: "Nangong Shaoxia's internal organs were severely shocked. We should use real energy to speed up the return of the five internal organs, but it is necessary to
Can I help you?"
Of course Si Yunyi and Lin Jinxiong trusted these two Buddhist masters, but they were still far away from each other. If they were qualified, there were only a few people behind them, so they all turned around to see Aunt Shan and the others.
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Before Aunt Shan could speak, Liu Qianwen had already stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Master, for your concern. Brother Nangong's injury is not too serious. It's just that the energy has been lost too much. He will recover after resting for a while, so I won't bother you two masters."
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Master Faming and Taoist Master Jingde are both sophisticated Buddhist masters, so they naturally know their own positions and the other's wariness.
After thinking about it, the two of them bowed slightly and said together: "I hope the Buddha will bless young hero Nangong to recover soon, and the poor man and the poor will say goodbye. See you later."
When Wei Xiaoying saw the two of them leaving, she hurriedly stood up, and together with Liu Qianwen, Si Yunyi and others, they expressed their respect to Master Faming and others.
Si Yunyi waited until Master Faming and Taoist Jingde led the crowd to the outside of the town, then turned to look at Jiang Zhongzhao and asked with concern: "Chief Martial Master Jiang, Young Master Nangong's internal injuries are serious and he is in urgent need of recuperation. He is now in the house."
It has been burned, do you have..."
When Jiang Zhongzhao saw that Si Yunyi was so polite to him, he couldn't help but feel a little flattered, and hurriedly said respectfully: "Reporting to Senior Si, we have a small courtyard in the town specially designed for distinguished guests to rest..."
Lin Jinxiong said anxiously: "Then quickly send Young Master Nangong over there to regulate his breathing!"
However, Jiang Zhongzhao looked hesitant and hesitated to speak, as if he had something to hide.
Aunt Shan knew that it was a secret place and was not suitable for outsiders to know, so she turned to brothers Si Yunyi and Lin Jinxiong and said politely: "Master Si has just escaped from danger, and Master Lin is also a brother who has not seen each other for a long time. I think
You all have a lot to talk about. I think we can say goodbye and see you again later..."
Si Yunyi, Lin Jinxiong, and Lin Tianxiong smiled and handed over their hands, and said humbly: "It's rare that Aunt Shan has such thoughtful ideas, so I won't leave. When Nangong Young Master wakes up, please tell me that if you can be of use to me, I can just say a few words."
Words, I will come to serve you at night."
Liu Qianwen, Wei Xiaoying, and Aunt Shan were very moved when they heard this and saluted and thanked her.
After Si Yunyi and others left, apart from a few of them, there were three or two scattered corpses in the square.
The fire is coming to an end, with bursts of white smoke and intermittent flames. What is left are ruins and ruins. Such a large and luxurious mansion no longer exists at this time.
Nangong Haotian, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and adjusting his breath, seemed to be falling asleep due to excessive exhaustion, and his breathing became a little longer. This was a sign that the injury was recovering, which made several people feel happy.
However, Liu Qianwen and Aunt Shan did not dare to let Nangong Haotian sleep like this. They signaled several martial arts masters to lift Nangong Haotian and asked Jiang Zhongzhao to lead the way.
Jiang Zhongzhao first glanced at the darkness around him warily, then waved his hand violently and walked towards the seaside outside the town. As soon as he left the town, he saw the sea. At this time, the east sky had already turned white, and it was about to dawn.
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Jiang Zhongzhao led the way and walked very quickly along the seaside at the edge of the town, towards a lush bamboo forest outside the corner of the town.
Liu Qianwen and Aunt Shan took a look and knew that it was the secret residence specially set up by the Nine-fingered Jackal.
Before arriving at the bamboo forest, a few people discovered that the other side of the bamboo forest was in the sea water. The waves had already crashed into the bamboo forest, just like floating bamboo in the water, which was not a bit elegant.
Because Nangong Haotian was not yet fully awake, Liu Qianwen and Wei Xiaoying stepped forward to take care of him and ordered several martial arts masters to be careful and beware of sneak attacks by members of the Beggar Clan or other people who had a grudge against Nangong Haotian.
Entering the forest, there is a small path, paved with pebbles under the thin fallen leaves.
Liu Qianwen and Wei Xiaoying looked up and saw a faintly visible small courtyard of a jingshe in the depths. Aunt Shan had already jumped over to prevent an accident, and followed closely behind Jiang Zhongzhao.
The small courtyard of the Jingshe is not big, with only two wings and one living room. The house is not high, but it looks very luxurious and exquisite in appearance. The courtyard door is a small black-painted gatehouse with only two bluestone steps. There is no knocker on the door, but it is
There are bright red Spring Festival couplets attached.
"Please wait a moment, the little one will go in and open the door first." As soon as he arrived in front of the monastery, Jiang Zhongzhao turned back to look at Aunt Shan, said humbly, and immediately flew towards the courtyard door.
Aunt Shan was about to ask why no one opened the door inside?
Before she could speak, Jiang Zhongzhao had already entered the courtyard. In addition, Jiang Zhongzhao was very respectful to her and it was not easy to be overly suspicious, so he suppressed his doubts and still stood at the doorstep waiting for the door to open.
At this moment, Liu Qianwen and Wei Xiaoying came to the door while protecting Nangong Haotian.
Liu Qianwen saw Aunt Shan standing alone in front of the door. Just as she was about to say something, several sweet cheers suddenly sounded in the courtyard: "Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Jiang, but it scared us. There was such a big fire in front of you, you
Yeah, you didn’t even come to take a look at us. From the second watch to now, we don’t even dare to close our eyes..."
Just when Liu Qianwen and others looked strange for a while, Jiang Zhongzhao's impatient voice came from inside, "Stop talking nonsense, go and clean up the living room in the small hall, boil water to make tea, and prepare for the banquet..."
Another cooing woman said in a sweet voice: "Hey, Mr. Butler, but Mr. Yu is in a mood and wants to have a couple of cups of morning wine..."
I heard Jiang Zhongzhao's almost roaring voice, scolding: "The young master is blabbering endlessly. There are distinguished guests. Please tidy up your clothes quickly, or you will offend the young master..."
A cooing woman cooed excitedly: "What? Young Master, so you must be a strong young man?"
Jiang Zhongzhao shouted angrily: "Stop talking nonsense and be more dignified. If you don't make a fuss, some of you may be dead. It doesn't matter if I tell you. Foreign Master Yuan has been executed by our young master."
After the three people heard a soft cry and exclamation, the courtyard immediately calmed down, then the door latch clicked, and the door opened with a click.
Liu Qianwen and Aunt Shan had already darkened their expressions after listening to the conversation among the women inside. I am afraid that this small courtyard of the secret monastery is the pleasure-seeking den of the nine-fingered jackal who hates women the most.
However, Nangong Haotian is now seriously injured internally and is in urgent need of such a comfortable place to adjust his breathing and recuperate. Although these three people do not want to enter such a place, they have no choice.
At this time, they saw Jiang Zhongzhao opening the courtyard door, and the three of them called on several martial artists to carry Nangong Haotian in.
When Jiang Zhongzhao saw the faces of Liu Qianwen and the others, he couldn't help but be shocked and immediately became uneasy. He wondered if they would be unhappy with him because of this?
At this time, the palace lanterns were lit in the small hall in the middle, and there were more than a dozen young women in colorful clothes scattered under the corridors and in the small hall in the courtyard.