The wine gourd that was thrown out by Song Jinghong casually crossed an aurora and seemed to hit the Guo waiter who was sitting on the ridge of the Jinfu Building, and exploded a big hole.

Guo Shiren watched the inexplicable monk and Song Jinghong whispering in the small square from a distance, he was very interested in his heart, and when the wine gourd smashed a hole in the roof of the Jinfu Building, the big red roe deer who trembled was also unwilling.

He arrived at this rouge shop early, and saw the rangers and the thousands of crossbow archers rushing in before, just when the rangers who Song Jinghong killed between his hands just now shouted to the sky, this Guo waiter was still sitting on the roof watching the excitement,

In his opinion, it is better to let those rangers consume the true qi of that person, and wait until he shoots again to be counted as nine out of ten, so that the black corpses stacked in the courtyard are like purgatory, but the old eunuch of the big red roe deer is turning a blind eye, and the lives of those crossbow archers transferred from Zhongzhou City are just flying flowers and leaves to him, and he has no feeling,

The fire burned with red light, but it only stirred the old eunuch's heart a few times, and then he resolutely stared coldly at the man in white on the field, counting in his heart how long it would take for that person to run out of true qi.

He didn't care about the lives of the rangers who belonged to the Qinglong Dynasty, let alone save a few innocent people, and this rouge workshop was a green building that hid filth and dirt, which made the old eunuch's heart hate tight.

Moving his buttocks, he put a sly smile on his face at the familiar qi machine in the distance,

Han Li, Han Li, Song Tai asked you to come over to deal with Song Jinghong, but you ruined the lives of those rangers, and even burned this rouge workshop to ashes.

He looked at the aura of Han Li, but it was a little weaker than usual, but it was not the old guy's real ability, he was suspicious in his heart, but he didn't make a rash move, just watched coldly.

In my heart, I have more admiration for Song Jinghong's ability, that person has spent more than an hour on that small square, but this will look at that person's sense of popularity, but it is still mellow and long, only to make this old eunuch ashamed of himself, and he fought with the man in white for a long time at that time in the mouth of Sanding, that day this person was wearing a strange mask, and now it seems that this person is not fake.

The wine gourd that had been blown into pieces next to him was lying aside, but Guo Shiren smiled, did he find it a long time ago, so what, how can you escape today, the monk who appeared inexplicably is also a hard stubble, but I don't know what the two of them are muttering.

He didn't know the identity of the monk, so naturally he didn't dare to rush forward.

On the other side, Han Li, who was sitting on the branch of the tree, had a sad look on his face, he watched from a distance as those rangers and crossbowmen were buried under the inexplicable sword aura, but his body was not moving, he didn't want to take action in person, he took out a talisman and went to the back mountain Yongdao, at this time, his cultivation was even more divided into two, and now he was not the opponent of the man in white, but to his great surprise, the old eunuch was hiding, what was his idea,

He naturally felt the breath of the big red roe deer, and it was hidden in the tall building opposite.

Looking at the rouge workshop in the yard that was still splashing with sparks, all of a sudden from the luxurious buildings collapsed one by one, although he Han Li did not have any nostalgic thoughts, but he was indeed very heartbroken for those rangers who fell one by one,

Qingzhou City has sent 5,000 Futu cavalry to garrison Qingzhou City since three years ago, which means that he can naturally guess that it is not to give Li Puxian some blessings, and it can be regarded as a prevention of the Black Wind Society in Qingzhou City.

The name of the Black Wind Society, Zhongzhou, has long been heard, this rouge workshop was created by Song Jinghong, and it has indeed looted a lot of wealth over the years, although there are not a few people who send it to Zhongzhou City every year, but Emperor Yu Qing only thinks that Yu Sin is buying his life with gold,

Although Han Li said that he despised the shameless idea of Emperor Yu Qing in his heart, but now this side of the world has been burned to ashes, but I don't know how the prince will count it after he knows, if he kills chickens and takes eggs so casually, he doesn't need rangers to assist, and the current situation is even clearer in his heart, this encirclement and suppression of Song Jinghong is already a fiasco, if the big red roe deer doesn't make a move, I really don't know how to stop the man in white tonight,

He didn't know much about Song Jinghong's news, but he knew that person was the widow of Emperor Yu Qing, but he had never gotten the slightest human affection, and he grew up on that Jiudu Mountain, when he led the Heavenly Demon Divine Monarch out, the mountain was even killed into a sea of blood, and even Han Shen died in the holy land.

He just suspected that the unruly and ambitious Han Shen could take in the widow of Emperor Yu Qing, which was enough for the crime of killing the head, and at the moment, it seemed that Song Tai could mobilize the garrison of Zhongzhou City to rush to Qingzhou City, and Mo was not Emperor Yu Qing's true thoughts,

Raising tigers is a problem, but now this tiger is urgent, Han Li has long lost any ideas, and he will run away for a while, where did the little monk who stood on the field Amitabha Buddha come out,

Han Li touched his buttocks, sat in the cold wind, and didn't dare to get close to look, but his ears and six senses seemed to be much stronger than the old eunuch, listening attentively and waiting quietly.

On the Thorn History Mansion, Song Ci in the Shulin Zhai was pinching a book and looking at it, but there was already a hidden smell of dust and smoke in the air, and there was a smell of burnt objects.

Pushing open the window, I saw the dust floating in the air from the northeast direction,

Oh, hey, he hurriedly ran to the third floor, and looked into the distance, only to see the red light in the distance, but I didn't know where it was on fire, and I saw that this posture was very scary, and I hurriedly ran down to find He Taifu,

But she searched all over the yard, but she didn't see the figure of Mrs. He, it would not be time to sleep, and she had found the yard where Mrs. He was sleeping, but no, Song Ci had to shake her head and walk back, and when she walked through the Langfang in front of her, she heard the sound of someone talking in the house,

"Lord, the rouge shop is on fire, the fire is all over the sky, it's not miserable, the neighborhood has long been frightened and ran onto the street, the fire is too big but no one dares to come close to put out the fire. ”

It was Li Puxian who spoke, and at this time he was kneeling in the room tremblingly.

Song Tai cut his hair, sat in front of the desk, pushed open the window, and said in a cold voice, "What is Han Li for, that Langfang building is also a lot of wealth, killing chickens and taking eggs is not to ask someone to dismantle the chicken basket, Fuxian, go and transfer someone to put all the vicinity of the Rouge Fang under martial law, don't lead to the fire in Qingzhou City, it will be worth the loss." ”

Li Puxian hurriedly rushed out, but he was worried in his heart, Song Tai said, kill chickens and take eggs, what is the difference between the Rouge Fang burned and not, he just sighed in his heart Those innocent Qinglou women, a fire came down, and he didn't know how many innocent people would die, although those individuals did not like to listen to the livelihood, but they were also residents of Qingzhou City,

He ran with his feet, sighed in his heart, and hurriedly went to deploy manpower, just hoping that it would be good to save one and a half, but only then ran forward seven or eight steps, and when he turned around, he saw Song Ci standing under the old locust tree in the distance, stunned in place,

He hurriedly ran over, picked up the child who seemed to have tears on his face, and whispered to coax, "Xiao porcelain, don't go to bed in the middle of the night, don't read so late, what's wrong with you? ”

His words are loving and warm, and he is also a kind person, and he is even more distressed about this doll, this baby has been placed in the house since he was a child, he Li Puxian has no sister, but he left a child with a face similar to the little sister, and he regards it as his own, and he has not counted half a sentence of this child for many years,

Song porcelain is a little padded jacket close to himself, he is also well-behaved and obedient, and he is a porcelain doll in general.

I saw this kid crying, but I felt sorry for him Li Puxian, the child's uncle.

Song Ci blinked his big eyes but was in tears, "Uncle, the rouge in the rouge workshop is very good, but Song Ci has never bought it, just now I passed by and heard you say that the rouge workshop is on fire, Xiao Porcelain is naturally sad, a fire I don't know how many wives will be separated, Xiao Porcelain is naturally sad." ”

The rouge in the rouge shop is good, this is still what I once heard Li Shaofu talk about, but unfortunately Li Shaofu is a boy with a rough personality, he only knows that Song Ci likes small objects like glass beads, but he never thought that the girl would want those rouge gouaches that smear women's faces so charming.

Li Puxian took the child and went to the small courtyard next to the Shulin Zhai, put Song porcelain into the quilt, coaxed for a while, and promised again and again that he would have the opportunity to buy some various rouge gouache for Xiao Porcelain in the future, and then let Li Shaofu find a maid who understands this thing.

It wasn't until Song Ci was put to sleep that this Master Li rushed out.

At this time, Mrs. He was walking on the streets of Qingzhou, looking at the black smoke in the direction of the rouge shop from afar, and muttered in his mouth, is it finally done.

But he didn't think about the safety of Song Jinghong, he was very familiar with that kid, and naturally knew that guy's ability, but he was a little worried about the rangers who went to the rouge workshop, Song Jinghong's character was already jealous and hateful, and he was a hot character on the outside, and he usually didn't like to talk much, and he was sullen all day long, he lived in the mountains with that Han Shen since he was a child, although he was never Han Shen's disciple, but the people on the Nine Degrees Mountain called him the little young master,

When Han Shen died, in fact, the most painful thing was the two children, one was this Song Jinghong, and the other was the girl who used to be called Song Changying.

That Song Jinghong can do a lot in martial arts now, even if he has to admire it from the bottom of his heart, he thinks that everyone has their own opportunities, but he has never asked how Song Jinghong can cultivate to the current realm, he thinks that even if he asks, it is in vain, Song Jinghong is a goods that can rot words in his stomach, if he doesn't want to tell someone, even if he pries his mouth open, he won't say it,

In order to correct Han Shen's name, He Taifeng lost the great future of the Sword Saint Gate, and was even detained in Qingzhou City to accompany Song Ci's child for many years.

Just now, Mrs. He went to buy wine, and he searched for a while in the Assassin's Mansion, but he didn't see any good wine in the kitchen, and his chest is even more uncomfortable now.

He knew that his limit was approaching, but he liked to drink, especially the Youzhou Shili Xiang, the wine was mellow, and the entrance was dry, but when he walked through the Feiyan Alley, he saw a team of rangers coming, one by one armor, even the horse's mouth was tied, hiding in the alley in the dark night, and the horse's eyes were very mad.

Walking a few steps further, he heard the sound of fierce martial arts fighting from inside the high wall, and when he looked up, he found that he had already walked to the outer courtyard of the Chu family's mansion.

I looked at the flames that rose to the sky from a distance, and took a sip of spirits, but I was shocked in my heart, I could do something to that Song Jinghong, wouldn't that be it, Mrs. He slapped his thigh, and the whole figure had already flown over the high wall.

Song Jinghong, who was standing quietly in the courtyard in the small square of Rouge Fang, had already ripped off Yan Hui's good head with a wave, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

The Zen monk who was pushed out by him more than ten steps away with his palm immediately showed a burst of sadness on his face, and his mouth read again and again, "Amitabha, Master Song, you are really good at it, but you killed another person." ”

Song Jinghong had that strange whirlwind on his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he was holding the long sword in his left hand, and he laughed, " Zen one, you look at the flesh and blood flying in the back, those rangers burned this rouge workshop, how many people will die in it, the water in your big bowl extinguished the fire, but the people under the fire have long since died, the good rouge workshop was destroyed in Yudan, I Song Jinghong is naturally heartbroken Those craftsmen who have been singing for many years, but how many people can my sword save, you Zen Buddhism said beautifully with a compassionate word, but it is just words, shouldn't these executioners be punished, is there any reason to talk about it in this world, you tell me！”

Zen Yi's right arm was gently stroked by his left hand and was already intact, and a strong wind that surged from Song Jinghong's hand just now could hurt his arm, although it was only a small wound, but it had already made this monk a little admired, but the body of Zen Yi monk was really practiced into an immovable golden body, and he had not seen blood for many years.

The slightest pain made the monk's heart lake even more clear, and he put his hands together and said leisurely, "There must be a place to talk about the truth, but it is naturally not right to kill people, but it also makes the monk me ambiguous, good and good, Zen is less than a year old, and the practice is naturally not as profound as my monk who crossed the tribulation, and I feel guilty and guilty." ”

He is really the same size as this Song Jinghong, and now Song Jinghong has long passed the realm of King Kong, and the little martial arts master known as the martial arts critic is the current Song Jinghong's current cultivation, Tongxuan realm,

And this monk and this Song Jinghong martial arts cultivation is generally high and low, he cultivates Buddhism into martial arts, and is a leading figure in Zen Buddhism, whether it is mood or divine thinking is much stronger than outsiders, naturally can not be seen with the world's martial arts commentary,

Song Jinghong shook the sword in his left hand slightly, and said in a fierce voice, "Don't mention your master of the catastrophe again, I didn't blink when I saw him killing, if you want to count the devil, the catastrophe can be regarded as the first person in the world, Zen Yi, you suddenly appeared here, and the fire was extinguished, I advise you to go to find your practice, I have something urgent, don't entangle with you, I will definitely go to Fahua Mountain to settle an account with your Zen good students." ”

He just wanted to find Song Tai at this time, but he didn't want to be entangled with this Zen Yi, who was no lower than himself in martial arts cultivation, and it was an inexplicable wave of troubled thoughts in his heart at this time, as if he had been pricked with a needle several times, and he was even more surprised in his heart Why there are so many visions today, he has never had this problem before.

Zen Yi blinked his eyes and asked casually, "Where is the donor going to kill people, you are killing more than 100 people right now, those rangers who gave you sword qi and stabbed into flesh are miserable, Chan Yi also persuaded Song Shizhu to put down the sword in his hand and go back to Fahua Mountain with me, there are many Buddhist classics in our Buddhism, as long as the donor can have an epiphany on that Fahua Mountain, whether it is martial arts or a state of mind, so good?"

This Zen monk had other thoughts, just like the black jade wrench in Chu Jingjue's hand that day, that kid was carrying the Heavenly Demon Divine Skill, which was the top exercise he practiced when Han Shen galloped through the rivers and lakes that year, didn't Zen Yi move that day and wanted to take Chu Jingjue to go to the Fahua Mountain to be a little monk?

Now in the face of this Song Jinghong, who didn't frown even when he killed people, this Zen Yi took it for granted that he wanted to invite this little martial arts master to practice on Fahua Mountain.

said it very tactfully, not as reckless as forcibly taking Chu Jingjue away that day,

But after listening to the words of Zen Yi on the other side, Song Jinghong raised his head and laughed, but there was a heaves of anger hidden in his laughter, and the objects in the entire courtyard were also trembling.

Even the Jinfu Tower was shaking by itself, not to mention the big trees in the distance.

Riding on a black horse on the side, he watched with his own eyes, and saw the rest of the remaining rangers who had been beheaded by Commander Yan with a sword, and the number was no longer up and down a hundred, and they couldn't wait to rush forward and stab the man in white into a hornet's nest with one shot to relieve their hatred.

But because the dozen or so Futu cavalry before slashed the man into a puddle of flesh, but one by one he had palpitations, but he didn't dare to act rashly, which would lose his backbone, and the rangers were in a dilemma again.

Song Jinghong turned around and said, "Zen Yi, do you really think that you are the savior? Don't you move the golden body, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, today let me Song Jinghong have a good life to see how you, the apprentice who robbed the old bald donkey, reasoned with people!"

He wanted to ignore the little monk, but the monk angered himself again and again, Song Jinghong was already a real fire no matter how cold and arrogant his personality was, and in the flat ground, a tornado appeared spontaneously, and the clouds in the sky were also pulled, revealing the half-quarter moon in the sky.

He didn't pay attention to the two figures hiding in the shadows, and the yellow finch was behind, so let's kill them together.