Layman, please move on. Among the group of rough men, the only man with a long fan bowed down and said to the Qingcha monk.

"You guys are ......," the Qingcha monk obviously didn't expect.

"Layman, which of these ten miles and eight towns has not received your favor? If it weren't for you, this town would have been gone in the plague of the previous years. Recently I got the news that someone is going to work against you. Since someone wants to harm you, it's time to return the favor. As long as our brother is still around, no one will set foot in this tea stall. The man with the long fan closed the long fan and whistled suddenly.

The rolling red tide has poured into the town, but before the red tide has appeared, a group of men in green shirts have appeared. It is like a series of dikes, facing the red tide. It's just that the mantis arm is like a car, and batches of men fall under the iron hooves of the red tide. Even so, he did not take half a step back, and even if he was trampled, he had to pull the person off the horse.

For a time, the streets of the whole town were overturned on their backs, and there were injuries on both sides, which also blocked the advance of the cavalry group. It's just the lives of the fresh men in green shirts.

"Enough. The Qingcha monk shouted suddenly, and before the words fell, his figure had disappeared into the tea stall and rushed to the entrance of the town. Qingcha layman's eyes were red, the distance of hundreds of sheets was so long at the moment, and all the seemingly vulgar men were fighting bloodily at this moment, and they couldn't get up again when they finally fell.

The red tide finally got rid of the entanglement of the green shirt and rushed again. Qingcha looked at the blood and mutilated corpses in that place from afar, and her eyes turned red again.

"I saved you so that you can live well, not for me. The Qingcha monk raised his head and roared, and a powerful momentum burst out from his body. He slapped his palm at the galloping horse, and the violent palm wind slapped directly on the head of the horse with the protective gear. With a crisp sound, even the people and horses flew up and smashed back, directly knocking down a group of cavalry behind. Dozens of spears stabbed towards the Qingcha monk, but they were all broken by his sweep.

In the next second, Qingcha had already rushed into the red tide alone. The cavalry of 10,000 people could not be seen from head to tail, but he rushed into it. In fact, as soon as those cavalry appeared, he knew that his calamity was coming. As for capturing the demon girl, it's just one of them. Over the years, he has saved too many people and offended too many people. And the people he offended were basically powerful and powerful. That's why he opened a small tea stall in this town and lived in seclusion.

Tang Chao quietly looked at the figure of the blood-stained long street, and he didn't know why, he always felt that those eyes, where he had seen them, but he couldn't remember them for a while. If he used True Qi to turn into a mirror, he would see those identical eyes. Tang Dynasty found that above the attic, a red figure stood at the window, crying and looking at the street. As Tang Chao saw the woman, the scene in front of him changed again.

On a snowy winter night, a fast horse galloped in front, followed by dozens of fast horses. The figure in front of him was draped in a large cloak, but it was a little shaky, and drops of blood fell on the snow, apparently seriously injured. It wasn't long before he fell off his horse. But at the moment of landing, he still desperately held the cloak in his arms, and replaced it with his own body and fell on the snow.

The figure chasing behind, around the figure that landed silently, stopped. They did not dismount, but waited to get up. Soon after, the man's cloak fluttered slightly, revealing a small head. It's just that on top of this little head, a strip of black cloth is tied and blindfolded to her eyes. As the head appeared, a small figure crawled out from under the cloak, a cute little girl.

"Grab her and bring her back to the national teacher. One of them said.

Hearing the leader's command, one of them jumped off his horse and grabbed the little girl. The little girl, who was frightened when she heard someone talking, burst into tears and was hoarse.

"Guys, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate to bully a child, right?" a cold voice came from the tree. Just when a few people looked up, a white figure jumped down, the long sword in his hand danced wildly, and after landing, a group of people had all fallen off their horses.

"Girl, don't cry. I'll give you candy. He had just finished killing, but he said softly to the little girl. As he spoke, he took out a small bag from his bosom, poured out a few pieces of candy, opened one piece, and put it in the little girl's mouth. Immediately, he picked up the little girl again, ripped off his cloak and wrapped her around his chest.

Maybe it was because of this person's gentleness, maybe it was his sugar, or maybe it was his body temperature, the little girl ate the candy in her mouth, lying quietly on this person's chest, but she didn't cry anymore. Just when this person was facing the Tang Dynasty, he saw clearly that the person who came was the Qingcha monk.

Next, it's like a teleportation, scene by scene. Every time, Qingcha carried a child on her back and dealt with the siege of a group of people. It's either an easy defeat or a crushing victory. As time passed, Qingcha was besieged by more and more people, and his injuries became more and more serious each time. He began to study medicine on his own and treat himself. And the little girl who followed him would grow up a little bit every time.

The last scene that changes is when the girl who has grown up is captured in a palatial palace. The girl was tied to a pillar carved with a golden dragon entwined, her wrist was cut, and the blood fell down the golden pillar little by little, falling into the utensils on the ground.

A white figure, one man and one sword, slowly approached from the city gate, and behind him was a corpse. He walked faster and faster, and finally turned into a shadow and headed towards the golden pillar. Countless soldiers stood between him and the golden pillar, but they couldn't stop him. Thousands of soldiers, followed by a few masters, swarmed up.

The girl heard the sounds of fighting and screams from time to time, and kept screaming, shouting for Qingcha to go quickly. It's just that the sound of fighting has not stopped. After a full hour, the surroundings fell silent. The girl's voice was hoarse, and the black cloth tied to her eyes was soaked with tears.

"Girl, uncle is late. A gentle voice suddenly sounded in the girl's ears, a night thirteen years ago. "Don't cry, give you candy. And from today, you can open your eyes. ”

"Ah......h Just as she felt someone smearing medicine on her wrist, she felt a pair of hands, clumsily tearing at the rope on her body. Half a day later, she felt herself let go. The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground also sounded at the same time.

The girl quickly tore off the black cloth tied around her eyes, and a blurred world appeared in her eyes. Even so, she groped her way towards where the voice sounded. However, in the end, she couldn't find the person she was looking for. She tried hard to gather her gaze, and finally, the world in front of her began to become clear. She saw the white robes torn in the midst of the many red armors, the face she often rubbed and imagined.