Chapter 603 Stealing the door and succeeding, the young hero assists
A torch enters the room, filling the room with light.
The bats couldn't stand the stimulation of the fire, so they immediately kicked up a cloud of dust and fled away to find another place to roost.
Perhaps it was a subconscious reaction, or perhaps it was the vigilance of the person who stole the door. "Confucian scholar" Shu Suntong raised his head and looked in the direction of the bat's flight, and happened to meet the eyes of Yang Chaoxi who was hanging on the beam. Immediately his face turned cold, and with his right hand
Raising it up, four big coins were fired towards Yang Chaoxi's elbows and knees! The strength and speed were even better than that of the female thief Chun Yujing.
Yang Zhaoxi was startled, and her limbs exerted force at the same time. She turned around and walked around the beam. Then she retracted her limbs and squatted on her feet. Under her feet was a round and narrow wooden beam, which was covered with dust except bat excrement.
It exudes a pungent smell.
Although the four big coins failed, they scraped against the beams and pillars and hit various places on the roof. Suddenly, smoke and dust flew everywhere, and Yang Chaoxi had to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeves before he dared to look down -
But he saw Shusun Tong running straight in front of Chun Yujing, putting out his hand to test his breathing, and then nodded. Then he lifted Chun Yujing up with one hand and carried it behind him, waved the ghost sickle with the other hand, turned around and walked out of the warehouse
Rush out.
The originally dark and quiet courtyard outside the warehouse was now crowded with dozens of figures. There were reinforcements from the bad guards of Shendu, and there were also monks from Xiangshan Temple who rushed closer. They had already blocked the exit of the courtyard.
The walls and other places were tightly blocked.
Standing at the front was none other than the energetic Henan Yin Xiaojing. On the left and right stood Abbot Lingche, Zen Master Lingzhen, Xiao Zhan, and Fang Qidou. Shaoyin Chen Wanglu, Lu Chuntang, and a group of Wuhou and bad guards.
, instead squeezed into a position slightly behind, holding the sword bluffingly in his hand.
Many unscrupulous guards were lying on low walls, tree branches, etc., but the swords in their hands were replaced by powerful crossbows. Dots of arrowheads were aimed at Shusun Tong's face, neck, chest and other vital parts. As long as he had half a point,
If you act rashly, you will be shot into a sieve immediately.
Xiao Jing raised her head and shouted: "Thieves! Why don't you just arrest them without restraint?!"
The corners of Shusun Tong's mouth twitched and he smiled sinisterly: "Young official! Were you the one who deliberately locked up that little lecher with my junior sister so that you could lure me into your trap?!"
Xiao Jing laughed happily: "Since you guessed it was a trap, it means you are not too stupid. But if you know the trap and still get in, it means your brain is not bright enough! Hahaha..."
However, not long after the laughter started, it stopped abruptly. Xiao Jing felt her head tremble, and then many silver threads came down one after another, and she was cut by some sharp blade.
When he looked closely, he saw that Shu Suntong was playing with the ghost sickle in his right hand. Behind the ghost sickle was holding a vague string. One end of the string was tied to the root of his middle finger. It must have been just now that this ghost sickle was used.
With lightning speed, it passed over the top of his head, slicing the head of the bun, cutting the black silk, and then was pulled back by the thread.
The whole process was so fast that no one saw how he took action and how he stopped it. The bad guard crossbowmen who were on guard all around didn't even have time to react, so they were attacked by him in a sneak attack.
Even Xiao Zhan, who was on the side, only had time to draw out the Flowing Frost Sword two feet, and felt that the ghost sickle like a moon hook had already retreated into Shusun Tong's palm with a touch of cold air. If he intended to assassinate Xiao Jing, at this moment
Xiao Jing's neck had already been cut open in half, how could she still be alive?
After Shusun Tong showed his hand, the sinister smile on his face became more and more wanton: "Gangguan! If you don't tell your bastards to move away, let me and my junior sister go. We might as well give it a try and see which one is your crossbow faster, or the younger brother's?
The knife is fast!"
Xiao Jing's face changed: He knew exactly where Yang Shaoxia came from, and he would definitely not go to the Sutra Library of Xiangshan Temple to steal the "Ming Emperor's Silk Scriptures" for no reason. But the monk in the temple suddenly lost his valuable treasure.
It was difficult to tell the truth from the traitor, so they arrested Yang Shaoxia and the woman. If they didn't find some way to draw out some clues, let alone recover the treasure scroll, even if they wanted to convict the person, they would be empty talk.
Originally, his move to "lead the snake out of the hole" was to attract the woman's accomplices to come to the rescue, and then arrest her and interrogate her origins. In this way, good and evil were judged, and a lot of verbal disputes were saved. Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a
His female accomplice was so ruthless in his tactics that he was trying to kill every fish in the trap. He couldn't help but have some scruples, so he remained silent for a while, neither ordering his arrest nor letting him retreat.
Shusun Tong, however, said nothing and retreated. When his right heel reached the door frame of the warehouse, he had a plan in mind. Suddenly he twisted his right arm and swung the ghost sickle in his hand. Everyone just heard "Chi! Chi!"
There was a small sound, and half of the door panel was removed by him and hooked in front of him.
These two ghost sickles were so capable and decisive that they pulled the thick and heavy door panel over and used it as a shield. This made it even more difficult for the bad guards' crossbows to hit him again.
Xiao Jing had no choice but to exchange glances with Abbot Lingche and Zen Master Lingzhen of Xiangshan Temple, and then she spoke again: "If you want to be a public servant, I will let you go, but it's easy! As long as the woman surrenders to you.
Stealing the treasure scroll, I guarantee that the Zen master in the temple will never cause trouble to you! As the saying goes, 'There is a way to steal', should you give up the treasure for your life, or give up your life for wealth? You should make a decision quickly!"
When Shu Sun Tong had just helped Chunyu Jing up, he had already searched around her body and found that there were no scrolls or scrolls. Furthermore, Chun Yujing's clothes were very cool and there was nothing to hide in Chunyu Jing's robe.
The monks were well aware of this where the scroll was. The reason why they kept asking about the whereabouts of the scroll was because they regarded him as a co-conspirator and believed that he had taken the scroll and hid it.
This kind of taken-for-granted thinking is inevitable for ordinary people. Therefore, Shusun Tong had no way to argue, so he could only say coldly: "Junior sister and I have never seen that 'treasure scroll'! If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me."
Be ruthless!"
Xiao Jing saw that her good words were useless, so she winked at Xiao Zhan. Xiao Zhan naturally understood, stepped forward, and stood in front of Xiao Jing. The Liushuang sword "clanged" and moved towards Shusun Tong.
With one finger, Xiao Jing said coldly: "Fire the arrow! Take someone!"
"Boohoo!"
In an instant, arrows rained like locusts, breaking through the wind and rushing towards the door of the warehouse!
Shusun Tong had his junior sister on his back and could not move around, so he immediately shrank behind the door panel. He listened to the sound of arrows hitting the wood through the door panel, while he took out several large coins and sandwiched them between his fingers.
The rain of arrows became sparse, and then he swung out his hand, and immediately shot down several of the bad guards who were lying on the low wall or tree branch.
The sharp edge of the big money is called "Kong Fang Dao" in the hall of masters. It is even more powerful than ordinary flying knives! The bad guard who was lucky was shot in the arm by the "Kong Fang Dao". Although he could no longer pull the knife under the severe pain
The crossbow was ready with an arrow, but his life was not in danger; the unlucky one was shot directly in the neck or face, and in an instant the blood flowed profusely, and he screamed repeatedly, shocking his colleagues to the point of fear.
After a few breaths passed like this, the bad guards' bows and crossbows gradually stopped. The monks of Xiangshan Temple were impatient, raised their spears and sticks, and swarmed up, immediately surrounding Shusun Tong and Chunyu Jing.
Shusun Tong did not retreat but advanced. First he kicked up the door panel and knocked over the two approaching monks. Then he threw three "Kong Square Knives" and shot and wounded several monks further away.
. Then he took the ghost sickle, chopped, picked, stabbed, and whittled it, and joined hands with the spear and stick.
I don’t know what kind of material the ghost sickle is made of. The blade is as thin as paper and extremely sharp. It is as easy as cutting tofu on a spear or stick! He has exchanged dozens of moves with other monks, and he has more than half of the spear.
His head was chopped off by a ghost sickle. Several eyebrow-level sticks were cut off at the waist and could only be used as short sticks. His momentum suddenly declined and his power was greatly reduced.
Upon seeing this, Zen Master Lingzhen of Xiangshan Temple immediately snorted coldly and ran out with his staff. At this time, a palm pressed his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw that it was his senior brother, Abbot Lingche. But he saw Abbot Lingche.
Shaking his head slowly, he stretched out his hand and pointed Zen Master Lingzhen's gaze towards the dark warehouse.
Zen Master Lingzhen was puzzled when he suddenly saw a figure rushing out of the warehouse. His head was tied in a bun, wearing single clothes, and holding a cold long sword in his hand! It was not Yang Shaoxia who was captured as a thief by Xiangshan Temple, but
Who is it again?
It turned out that Yang Chaoxi was lying on the beam just now, listening to the fighting outside the room. He thought that there were many people outside and he would be able to restrain Shusun Tong. Unexpectedly, Shusun Tong became more and more courageous as he fought and defeated all the bad guards.
The fight with the monks was to pieces, and the men were on their backs. How could it be said that it was so miserable!
Moreover, the person who robbed the door was more capable of escaping than of fighting. If everyone outside was negligent and allowed Shusun Tong and Chun Yujing to escape, how could he tell Mr. Xiao about Chun Yujing's confession?
, so that you can prove your innocence?
As soon as he thought of this, he could no longer stand by and watch. He immediately took out his long sword, flew down, and stabbed Shusun Tong in the back of the heart!
"Zheng~~~"
Shusun Tong felt the sound of wind behind him and knew something was wrong. He immediately flew up with his feet and kicked the monk who was charging away again. At the same time, he twisted his upper body and raised the ghost sickle in his hand to intercept the sudden black line.
, and suddenly there was a sharp and harsh sound.
After taking a closer look, I realized that the black line was not something else, but an ancient sword that was dimmed by a candle.
Yang Zhaoxi missed a hit, so he stabbed instead, but what he got was Shusun Tong's left wrist. I remember that when watching the battle in the daytime, the "Confucian scholar" Shusun Tong always held the blade with his right hand. Thinking about his left hand, he thought he was practicing pickpocketing.
The art of stealing gold and jade, sliding doors and picking locks, is more valuable than the right hand. If you can cut off his left hand, it will be like eliminating trouble for the people.
Shusun Tong was shocked: This little thief's sword was so powerful that even the ghost sickle in his hand had to avoid its sharp edge. But when he turned to attack his left hand, he was unexpected, so he retreated a little slower and was caught by the sword.
The sword light left a deep bloodstain on the back of his hand.
It would have been fine if she was alone, but she was carrying Chunyu Jing on her back, and her left hand was holding her hip. At this time, she was scratched by the sword, and she felt a burning pain. She wrapped her left hand in an instant. Wet and sticky blood continued to seep out.
, quickly soaked Chun Yujing's robe and short skirt, staining a twisted bloody handprint.
Shusun Tong knew that he was in a tough situation and that he had a junior sister who needed his protection, so he immediately stopped fighting. He used the "oiling on the soles of the feet" light skill, and tried to push away the unruly guards and escape to a corner of the courtyard.
However, after only running a few steps, he felt something dark and heavy under his hood. He felt that his center of gravity was unstable and he immediately fell to the ground. When he came back to his senses, it was a strange fishing net that caught him and Chun Yujing.
They were packed inside together.
Yang Chaoxi, who was chasing after him, immediately recognized the net as the "Yunluo Sky Net" that once trapped him and Liu Xiaomu.
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