"It's a strange fire. Mo Zijian sighed faintly, his face full of melancholy

"I think it's time to burn," Su Chi glanced at Mo Zijian, the corners of his mouth curled, "You didn't let you put it, did you?"

"I'm not going to use that as a trick. Mo Zijian waved his hand, "What I'm worried about is that Meng Chengchen will put the account on my father's head." ”

Obscene?

Su Chi pouted secretly.

The means are only easy to use and not easy to use, so what can not be done?

As a great man once said, no matter whether the cat is white or black, the cat that can catch the mouse is a good cat!

As long as he can hold Meng Chengchen back, so that he has no time to interrupt the breakthrough of Moyun Mountain, and protect the thousand-year-old foundation of the Kunlun faction from becoming a vassal of the Xingyi Sect, what does it matter if he does something by means?

The three sons were not successful...... Su Chi remembered Mo Yunshan's words again, and became more and more convinced.

Mo Zijian is too upright, can't distinguish priorities, and has the kindness of a woman, so he is indeed not a suitable person to be in charge.

"The body is not afraid of the shadow, Senior Brother Mo is too worried. Su Chi said casually.

Mo Zijian shook his head, didn't say anything more, turned around and meditated on a stone on the edge of the platform, vigilant around, and broke through the Dharma Protector for his father.

Now is not the time to chat, and Mo Zijian can still tell this point.

Han Ling exerted a slight force, broke away from Su Can's hand, walked to the other side of the platform, and sat down cross-legged, guarding the other side of the peak, which was also the protector of Moyun Mountain.

Unlike cultivating immortals, ancient martial artists meditate, condensing the true qi and adjusting the state, just like pressing a spring down, the deeper the pressure, the more amazing the strength of the explosion.

Su Chi meditated directly on the spot, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and replenishing his consumption.

The previous two hands, although the time was short, it seemed to be very easy, but in fact, the spiritual power consumption was also a lot.

Time slowly passed, and before I knew it, the eastern night sky was white, and the sky was about to dawn.

The fire below the mountain has been contained, and although it still looks like smoke, the nearby houses and woods have been brought down and will not spread again.

The fire did not burn people, after all, the Kunlun faction is an ancient martial arts sect, even if the people of the mountain gate are not ancient warriors, their bodies are far stronger than ordinary people, and before the fire could spread, some people rushed into the sea of fire and rescued the old and young women and children.

When Meng Chengchen rushed down the mountain with a gust of wind, his wife had also been rescued and placed in a disciple's home. But he didn't know, and he didn't have time to ask others, and when he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he plunged into the flames, and when he came out, his beard, eyebrows, and hair were scorched by the flames.

When did those firefighters see Meng Chengchen look so embarrassed? I wanted to laugh but was afraid of Meng Chengchen's usual majesty, and I didn't dare to laugh out loud, and I was even more afraid that he would find himself unlucky. As a result, no one dared to deal with him, and they all hurriedly fetched water to put out the fire.

It wasn't until Meng Chengchen grabbed a person and asked anxiously that he knew that his wife had already been rescued and placed in a disciple's house.

However, Meng Chengchen's first reaction was not to go to see his wife and comfort him, but to go up the mountain again to interrupt Mo Yunshan's practice.

It's a pity that he is the only one who has this idea, everyone else is busy fighting the fire, no one listens to him at all, even Meng Guanlong is in a hurry to move his belongings out of the sea of fire, ignoring his father's words.

In desperation, Meng Chengchen had no choice but to go to see his wife with a stomach full of unwillingness.

It doesn't matter if he goes, when he sees his wife's pitiful appearance, his unwillingness to turn into pity.

My wife was rescued and placed in the disciple's bed, but everyone was busy fighting the fire, so they didn't take much care of her. Her white hair was half burned by the fire, and her old face full of folds was also gray and half black.

That's not all, even frightened, the wife who was already incontinent came out with feces and urine, and as soon as he entered the door, Meng Chengchen smelled the stench.

As soon as his wife saw Meng Chengchen, she cried, and Meng Chengchen comforted her while finding a towel to wash her body.

Young couples are old companions, no matter how ambitious Meng Chengchen is, he is still full of pity for this old wife who is paralyzed in bed.

was so busy until dawn that Meng Chengchen cleaned up his wife and put his wife to sleep, and then left.

At this time, the fire was under control, but the aftermath of the disaster had just begun, and those who had lost their homes and property were all devastated by their wives and children—this was what Meng Chengchen saw.

"Alas!"

Turning his head to look at the snow peak where Moyun Mountain had broken through the retreat, Meng Chengchen sighed helplessly.

Simber is guarding wherever he is, relying only on himself, and he will definitely not be able to pass Simbai.

"That's it, let's stabilize people's hearts first. ”

With a cold face and hands behind his back, Meng Chengchen walked around the dozens of courtyards that had been overheated, and the more he walked, the more gloomy his face became.

The courtyards that caught fire were all owned by themselves! The houses of those people in the head of the family did not even splash a spark!

This is clearly arson!

"Okay, you Mo Yunshan, you are sanctimonious on the surface, but you actually do it like this behind your back! You can do anything about setting fire to the house!" Meng Chengchen scolded secretly in his heart.

Listening to the cries and wails of the women and children, and then thinking of the tragic situation of his wife, Meng Chengchen's anger became more and more vigorous, and faintly, he actually had murderous intentions towards Mo Yunshan!

In a forest on the periphery of the fire area, Hao Zhuo took a cigarette in his mouth, and lay comfortably on the "spring bed" piled up by the canopy of several big trees, a pair of small eyes looked at Meng Chengchen, who walked by with a gloomy face, spit out a cigarette, and nodded at Li Shaofei, who was resting on the trunk of the tree, "See, the old guy's soul is lost." ”

said that he came to see the excitement, but when he really arrived at the fire, he saw the flames that rushed to the sky, where could Hao Zhuo watch it?

He didn't put out the fire, pulled Li Shaofei, stopped a group of people who came to help, put up the shelf of his uncle and ancestor, and commanded them to clean up the woods and some houses around the fire together, and they were busy working until dawn before they had just rested, and the two of them were tired enough.

"With such a big fire, no one can calm down. Li Shaofei looked at the courtyards that were almost burned to ashes, sighed, and shook his head slowly.

"Hey, little San'er, who did you say set this fire?" Hao Zhuo blinked his little eyes.

"Where do I know?" Li Shaofei shrugged his shoulders and asked rhetorically, "You know?"

"If Zhuo Ye knew who it was, he would have hugged him and kissed him a few times, mother, it's too timely, it's too powerful!" Hao Zhuo looked obscene, "You say, such a fun thing, why didn't I think of it?"

"Fun, you're too playful, aren't you?" Li Shaofei pouted.

"Cut! What do you know?" Hao Zhuo shook his hand and ignored Li Shaofei.

Li Shaofei is chivalrous, but Hao Zhuo is ambitious, this kind of thing, the two of them can't talk together at all.

But this did not affect the brotherhood, and after working side by side for a night, Hao Zhuo called Li Shaofei junior again, and Li Shaofei was too lazy to meet him in general.

At this moment, a figure slowly walked out of the cave on the top of a snow-capped mountain that was far away from the snow-capped mountain where Moyun Mountain was retreating.

This person looks about fifty years old, his face is cold, his eyes are gloomy, and he has the momentum of looking at the world when he steps!

Chu Li, Meng Chengchen's proud disciple, at this moment, break through the grandmaster and break through!

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