There was a fire in Qingzhou City, the sky was black and foggy, and the air was a choking smell of burning scorched wood, although the Zen monk was clever before, and sprinkled it with the big bowl in his hand, it was strange to say, but the big bowl in the monk's hand was magical, and it was only a bowl the size of an adult's palm, but a lot of water gushed out of it.

The roaring fire that was still burning in the rouge workshop was extinguished by the big water, no wonder the monk always said that saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter,

At this time, Li Puxian even shouted at the family members in the Assassin's Mansion, carrying a wooden barrel on his shoulder, carrying a basin in his hand, and those officials sent thirty or fifty people to go straight to the fire.

On the street, there was even more incessant running, and from time to time they also beat the wooden poles in their hands, and shouted wildly, "It's on fire, the neighbors hurry out to put out the fire!" When it's on fire, don't sleep, it'll be burned to ashes in a while!"

The old and young masters who had already entered the bed also walked out of the courtyard one by one and looked around, and when they heard that the rouge workshop in Qingzhou City was on fire, there were even those women who were alone in the empty room sighed and had not slept for a long time.

One by one, they all muttered in their hearts, but their own man went out to drink flower wine and didn't come back, didn't he just go to the rouge shop, thinking about it like this, he hurriedly dressed and went to the ground, and walked to the street and looked around.

Although those women are resentful in their hearts, they have long seen that the rouge workshop is not pleasing to the eye, and their own men have to run there every once in a while, and how much money is a trivial matter, but throwing them into their lonely room, it is a big unforgivable, but when I think about the rouge workshop is hateful, but a big fire goes down, if I burn it for my own masters, it will be a big disaster, although those rough men always run out, but when they pay food every month, they are not hungry.

Many women who had left the courtyard gathered in groups of three or five, muttering and muttering,

The middle-aged man who was on the shift in front ran over, and on the other side, he ran over to stab the errand on the Shifu, carrying buckets one by one, and asked left and right, "Who's house, there is a well in the yard, hurry up and borrow it, and if you don't put out the fire, the rouge workshop will burn down a fart." ”

Everyone looked in the direction of the northeast corner, and when they saw that Li Puxian was also running in the team, they opened their mouths wide and were stunned.

"Master Li said, who has made meritorious efforts to fight the fire tonight, tomorrow will go to the Assassin Mansion to get silver, let's just ask for fewer casualties in the rouge shop now, those bare-ass old men have jumped into the Qingyang River one by one, hurry up, who is not at home, if the life is bigger, you can still have a breath, if the life is not good, not to burn the fire into ashes but also to drown in the water of the Qingyang River. ”

After listening to the words of those errands, these women, who were still a little hesitant, suddenly became active.

"I have a well at home, go to my house, there is a car in the yard, and you can use a bucket or something!"

"Go to my house, my house is just turning a corner in front, the distance is close, hurry up!"

Over the years, the people in the Qinglong Dynasty have indeed advocated martial arts practice, but that thing is really a bit ethereal, which has caused the people in the major states and counties to be a little stubborn.

Just say that the people in Qingzhou City are fierce, just look at these sturdy old ladies who roll up their sleeves and help fetch water to run to the rouge workshop, you can know,

More thoughtfully, he found the man's clothes from home and ran wildly to the Qingyang River, wiping tears on his face, and shouting wildly in his mouth, "Dead ghost, you must jump into the river, the little ladies in the rouge shop are all fox spirits, aren't they happy in our house, but we want to find wild flowers, dead ghosts!"

All of a sudden, there were many people crying and wiping tears on the streets of Qingzhou City, but they were chaotic for a while.

Li Puxian followed him with his entourage and rushed to the direction of the rouge workshop, he was very anxious in his heart, the good rouge workshop was on fire, although that place was just a place to drink tea and listen to music, but this honest and responsible assassin rarely went, his own kid Shaofu had to go to wander a few laps from time to time, and after he found out, he was beaten even more, and Li Shaofu was only ten years old at that time.

When the Xiongfeng Gang was wreaking havoc on the four major families in Qingzhou City before, in fact, Li Puxian wanted to knock down the Baili Xiongfeng who didn't look like a good thing no matter how he looked at it, but the big red roe deer Guo Shiren actually sent a secret letter, and the big red seal was stamped with Song Tai's name, and it was confessed inside, knocking on the gate of Qingzhou City, that was also right, and the remaining gold and silver should be all used as the military food for the five thousand rangers who had been stationed in Qingzhou for many years.

Hearing this, he naturally didn't pay attention to the Xiongfeng Gang anymore, and the Baili Xiongfeng really sent over five hundred gold.

Tonight, Li Puxian also felt uncomfortable tight, raised his head to look at the black gray smoke in the sky, and yawned coldly, but when he looked up, he saw the two figures flying overhead,

The startled Li Puxian stood in place for a long time, and then interrupted his thoughts by the voice of the subordinate, "My lord, it's the Futu cavalry standing in front of you, should we come forward and say hello." ”

The man was talking about a group of cavalry, standing outside the gate of the Rouge Workshop, in a uniform manner, but no one dismounted, let alone went in to put out the fire.

Han Qicheng sat on the horse, covering his nose with his cuffs, his back body was a little sweaty, but he was very happy in his heart, because the dozen or so rangers who ran out of the rouge workshop just now were covered in blood, and they even took out the body of Yan Hui, and the head was cut off with a sword, even your secondary body was dug out of the soil, and the right leg was even more shattered and deformed, and Han Qicheng, who was rancid and smoked, was irritable and abnormal,

Yan Hui died, he was naturally happy, in the future, he Han Qicheng could also take such a small step forward, and he would be the commander of Han in the future, and he would not have the sad mood of the rabbit and the fox.

But what frightened him was that the thousands of rangers who were originally brought over to Yan Hui were also injured more than half at this time, in addition to the team of people and horses sent to the Chu family's mansion, plus the hundreds of people he brought to the back mountain to maintain order in the Qingzhou Huiwu, in this rouge workshop alone, there were no less than 800 dead rangers.

Several of them were directly buried in the wooden building, listening to the wounded cavalry who said, their team of people in this rouge workshop is not facing normal people, people go down with a sword, including the floating horse under our seat, more than a dozen fresh lives are fleeting, and the corpses all over the ground are just a sword,

Those rangers who were originally tempered in character and were also tenacious, as soon as they learned the tragic situation of slaughtering the man in white in that courtyard, they couldn't stop shedding tears, and many partners who had been with each other for many years were all buried in this rouge workshop at once, not to mention a Yan commander.

Of course, Commander Yan's death was even more miserable, he slapped his palm into the dirt, couldn't move, and it was another sword, his head flew up, he spoke, and he looked at Yan Hui's blind brain on the ground.

Han Qicheng dismounted and waved his hand, "Put away the corpse of Commander Yan, and your team will go to the side to rest." ”

As soon as he turned around, he already saw Lord Qingzhou City Assassin Shi standing a few steps away, looking at himself coldly, this Han Qicheng hurriedly saluted,

But Li Puxian just said, "Go to fight the fire and save people, stay at this gate and smell the black smoke, comfortable?"

After speaking, he had already walked into the Rouge Workshop, and now it was already a ruin-like existence, but he just walked in, but he was worried about Song Ci in his heart, and explained that the people were good at saving people, and turned around to pull over a floating horse, turned over, and ran to the Assassin Mansion, just now he did see the body of Yan Hui who was held in the arms of those rangers, he was very disgusting, and his heart was even more tugging together, he suddenly remembered Song Ci's little girl, I don't know if the girl slept or not, he couldn't find the figure of He Tai's idiot in the house, and Shaofu was not at home, he no longer went to look at the Rouge Fang There was a big black smoke, at this time he wanted to know if Song Ci slept peacefully, the horsewhip was waved, and the whole person was already galloping out.

Han Qicheng looked at the back of the thin and thin Thorn Shi Master, shook his head, and the whole team entered the Rouge Workshop to put out the fire and save people.

There is no longer the previous scene in the rouge workshop, and even the bluestone slabs all over the ground are piled up on the side at this time, full of ravines, and there are more cavities with a wide caliber, no less than ten, but your hole has already stored a lot of water.

This is located in the position of the Qingyang River entering the inner river of Qingzhou City, which is naturally a low-lying area, and there are many deep holes in the yard at present, and it is bubbling water, which is much more convenient to fight fires.

At the gate of the Rouge Fang, there was originally an attic for the archway, but at this time it was also a mess that collapsed, and on the thick branches of your tree a few feet away from the attic, even the figure of Han Li disappeared.

In the compound, only a well-preserved Jinfu building remained, but the big red roe deer Guo who was originally sitting on the roof of the upper floor was also nowhere to be seen.

These two people were standing together at this time, Han Li was still hunched on his waist, his face was full of qi and qi flowing, and Guo Shiren, who looked at it, also laughed in a low voice, "Why, Lord Han, then He is too stupid, you have picked up a big bargain, and even this martial arts cultivation has taken a step forward, congratulations." ”

Han Li didn't look at Guo Shiren, he was used to seeing the cold words of this old eunuch, and said with a smile, " Originally, it was also a blessing for the old man, why did you and I Han Li agree that the Qinglong Dynasty would personally plant an anti-life spell for the sword saint He Tai Idiot, not to wait until the old monster He died, his luck, can only return to my body one or two percent, but that is also my Han Li's persistence for so many years because of the anti-life spell martial arts, and now He Tai Idiot is finally dead, you have the heart to go and congratulate the prince, I Han Li still likes to find happiness, whether there is this point of cultivation, dealing with you a waste person, it makes no difference. ”

Guo Shiren was not angry, but just looked at the two figures rushing forward from a distance, thoughtfully,

Because he saw it with his own eyes just now, in that rouge shop, the one-handed cultivation method that should be Song Jinghong's mask man really shocked him.

A full ten huge tornadoes with a foot wide appeared in the Rouge Workshop at once, and the wind could have a column of water that stirred the ground to the sky, otherwise how would the sky-high fire be extinguished, just a bowl of the little monk of the Fahua Temple could not extinguish the fire in the Rouge Workshop,

He was even more frightened in his heart now, at the beginning of the Sandingkou, the martial arts cultivation shown by Song Jinghong was only about the same as himself, and he never showed his natal martial spirit, it turned out to be a storm, and that person was also made of wind.

He naturally knew the monk who appeared in the rouge workshop without shoes, called Zen Yi Monk, who was very young, but he was the current host of Fahua Temple, an inexplicable monk who did not play cards according to common sense.

Back then, he and Han Li went to the Fahua Temple to send the birth sword, and on the mountain behind the Fahua Temple, he stayed with the Zen monk for more than a month.

Zen Yi, who was still a little novice at the beginning, was only a teenager, who could have imagined that it had only been more than ten years, and the little apprentice of the monk who had crossed the robbery had already taken charge of himself, and he could fight endlessly with that Song Jinghong, and not fall behind.

Even if he and Han Li were two people, if they faced that Song Jinghong alone, what were the odds of winning, he was not too sure in his heart, he knew some of Song Jinghong's true identity, and he saw it with his own eyes that the edict sent by Emperor Yu Qing only lasted one night.

Song Jinghong is the heir of the Liu family back then, of course, it is the baby of Emperor Yu Qing, and even Chang Ying, who married Chu Wuji in Qingzhou, these two babies are the only bloodline in the world that the Liu family has left.

Tonight, the Futu cavalry, plus the crossbow archers dispatched from Zhongzhou, counted a lot of people, but those who rushed into the rouge workshop one by one, just gave that Song Jinghong only a few swords to kill the army, that person's swordsmanship seems to be the same,

The nameless wind can kill those rangers in an instant,

Thinking of that the Sword Saint used to have a great relationship with Han Shen of the Demon Sect that day, and Song Jinghong was a little ghost raised by the Demon God Monarch that day, in this way, Song Jinghong was unique in the way of the sword, and it was said that it was over, could it be that He Taifu had also taught that child by himself?

The big red roe deer Guo shook his head, and with a wave of his sleeve, the figure had disappeared.

Han Li grinned, "Old Eunuch Guo, if you want to say that you are not a qualified eunuch, I admit this, but your curiosity is much stronger than my Han Li, martial arts pursuit, don't you want to be happy in this life, only seek martial arts to be difficult, haha." ”

But this Han Li also walked forward, but after a while, he had already caught up with the old eunuch who was trampling non-stop.

At the gate of Qingzhou City, the broken wall is ruined, and more than 100 people are crushed to death under the huge green bricks.

But the solid city gate is cut like this with a sword at this time, which is indeed incredible.

Monk Chan Yi was still standing barefoot not far from the city gate, although his big feet were even darker and shinier at this time, and there were even more tears on his gray robe, but he was only dirty all over his body, but there was no injury.

He used to walk barefoot on the ground where the rouge workshop was full of fireworks, but his pair of big feet didn't seem to be afraid of carbon fire, and the sound of the wooden building of the rouge shop was burning, and the monk trampled on a cloud of gray smoke, but he was unharmed.

Clasped his hands together and looked at the white-clothed figure in front of him, and said wistfully, "Amitabha, donor, you have done a lot of murder, sin, sin." ”