Fang Xianzhong looked at the crowd at the door, without saying a word, under the prestige, everyone in the crowd bowed their heads, and no one dared to raise their heads to meet his gaze.

"Father, I think it's acceptable." A voice suddenly broke the silence.

Fang Xianzhong looked for the sound, and it turned out to be his eldest son-Fang Shoude. Fang Xianzhong was suddenly full of anger and scolded: "Son, you can say such unkind and unrighteous words?!" ”

Fang Shoude pouted, knelt on the ground, and begged Fang Xianzhong: "Father, if you want me to hand over my own child in exchange for the life of my second sister's child, I will never hesitate at all!" Isn't it the other way around? The Ming Dynasty has now been dead for more than two hundred years, and the Zhu bloodline has long been useless. The bloodline of his Zhu family and the bloodline of my Fang family are all the same life, is there any difference? Father, handing over the second sister's child can save our family; If you don't pay it, no one will survive! Father! ”

"Shut up! You brute! The Manchu Qing Dynasty has no way, Zhu Ming is in charge! The Zhu bloodline is the hope of the rejuvenation of my Han nationality, and I will not let the Qingmen succeed even if I take my last breath! Even if you don't talk about this, you have no children for many years, if it weren't for a good boat, could you have children? Even if you give back a boat today, there will never be this child! ”

"What about my child?"

"What about our children?"

The people below couldn't bear it anymore, the method of clearing the door like a ghost just now had already scared everyone's guts, and everyone listened to a way to live, and they all desperately wanted to grasp this straw. Seeing Fang Shoude taking the lead, one by one's courage had already risen more and more, and they covered their bodies. Seeing that Fang Xianzhong disagreed, he suddenly roared.

Fang Xianzhong shouted angrily: "Do you want to rebel?" ”

This sound was extremely loud, and everyone's arrogance was suppressed at once. But only for a moment, like a flame blown by the wind, although it is a little smaller, but it will be followed by a larger flame.

"He doesn't want us to live, so we'll let him die!" I don't know whose shout it was, everyone rushed up, waving the blade in their hands and rushing towards Fang Xianzhong.

Fang Shoude was shocked, got up and shouted, "What are you doing!" And they paid no heed, but a few of the red-eyed men, when they saw him in front of him, raised their swords and struck at him. Fang Shoude gritted his teeth and swung his sword to cut those people down. When I saw the blood, no one could stop. They all had red eyes and roared, all wanting to cut down the people in front of them with just one sword. I was really scared just now, and now I vented all my timidity......

The three of them walked out of the Fang Mansion, and the white-haired old man asked, "Childe, why do you give these minions a chance?" These one hundred and ten people, I joined forces with the black hair, and it didn't take much effort to make a cup of tea. ”

Zaihong hadn't spoken yet, but in the Fang Mansion where he was listening, the sound of slashing blades sounded in the ping-pong pong, mixed with a few gunshots, and occasionally there were shouts of scolding. Zaihong smiled and said, "Let's do it, let them fall into the reputation of heroes and righteous soldiers." They do it themselves, and they don't save a lot of trouble? Listen, isn't it more lively inside than it was just now? He paused, his expression changed, and he sighed again: "It's been hundreds of years, and it's still not growing." If you can work together, or die, or survive, how can outsiders be bullied? ”

The white-haired old man and the black-haired old man glanced at each other, knowing that Zaihong thought of his own body again, and he didn't say anything more.

At this time, I saw the group of French soldiers just now, lining up and walking here. I guess I heard the sound of fighting here and wanted to come and take a look. Qingmen and Fang Wanrong fought the secret method just now, although it was sinister, it was silent. Now the Fang Mansion is killing each other, shouting and screaming, just talking about the momentum, for example, it is really better than thousands.

When Zaihong saw the French soldiers, his brows furrowed, and he looked back at the black-haired old man and said, "Don't let them get in the way!" ”

The black-haired old man bowed down, made a sound in his mouth, and after a few whistles, he saw dozens of white shadows flying up from the treetops in the corner of the wall, dancing in the air, and his mouth made a terrible ghost scream, I didn't expect that the French soldiers were not interested in Chinese gods and ghosts, although they were also a little scared, but more inexplicable. Most of the soldiers still walked forward, although a few stopped, but they raised their guns to aim, and when they heard the order of the leading second lieutenant, they immediately slammed a few shots and shot at the white shadow in the air.

Hearing the gunshot, Zaihong's face changed, and he said hatefully: "Don't be ashamed of your face." When the black-haired old man heard this, he whistled a few more times, and the white shadow in the air disappeared, followed by the corner of the treetops, but more than a dozen crossbow arrows flew out, and they were fast, accurate, and ruthless. Before the French soldiers could react, they fell to the ground one by one. Before they could fall to the ground, several figures followed by crossbow arrows in the darkness, and quickly sprinkled some medicinal powder on the corpses of the French soldiers, and in a few moments, the soldiers turned into pus and disappeared.

How long can a stick of incense last? By the time Zaihong finishes dealing with this group of French soldiers, it's almost time. At this time, the sound of fighting in the Fang Mansion gradually went out. Zaihong hid in the dark and looked into the Fang Mansion, only to see dead bodies everywhere in the courtyard and outside the courtyard, in front of the hall, and in a mess.

Fang Xianzhong was drenched in blood, holding a big knife in his hand, standing in front of the hall, with tears on his face, but he didn't know whether it was joy or sadness. I saw Jaehong walk in the door. Fang Xianzhong said in a hoarse voice: "What a good means!" I can't imagine that you are so young, but your heart is so vicious! ”

Zaihong's face was indifferent, and he replied: "I'm just giving you a choice to live, whether to die or live, it's all your own choice." Are you to blame for yourself, and do you blame others? ”

Fang Xianzhong sighed and said, "I didn't expect our family to do good in a lifetime, but in the end, it ended up like this. ”

Fang Shouxin on the side was the most injured, and a few knife wounds were actually deep to the bone, he struggled to stand up, and scolded Zaihong: "It's a man, you should have a real knife and a real gun!" Playing this tactic, what is it! You want my sister, you want my nephew, you have to wait for me to swallow this breath! ”

Zaihong ignored Fang Shouxin, and looked at the courtyard with his eyes, except for the father and son of the Fang family, there was no living creature in this courtyard, and even Fang Shoude and Fang Shouli also died in front of the hall. Seeing this, Zaihong sighed: "It seems that it is really the survivor who wants to die, and the dead who seek to live." Uncle Fang, have you figured out the answer to my question just now? ”

Fang Xianzhong glanced at Zai Hong silently, then straightened his back and shoulders, and said to Zai Hong: "In the past, Tian Heng was five hundred, and he was not an emperor of the Han Dynasty, but today our family is just dead." After saying that, he slashed the knife horizontally and killed himself.

Fang Shouxin, who was next to him, saw his father commit suicide, let out a long mourning, knelt on his knees, bowed down a few times, and also killed himself with a knife.

A trace of unbearability flashed on Zaihong's face, and after a while, he said slowly: "If there were a few more such people in my Daqing Dynasty, I wouldn't have fallen into such a field as I am now." After that, find a few people, and bury the Fang family's father and son. ”

At this time, the white-haired old man came over and said to Zaihong: "Young master, I have taken a closer look, there are no corpses of Fang Wanrong in the courtyard and in the hall, just a few servants. ”

Zaihong nodded: "It should be in the back, since the Fang family's father and son are dead, we don't have to scruple about it, let's extinguish this place as soon as possible." ”

The white-haired old man answered, and was just about to give the order to go down, when he saw a purple light flying up in the northeast corner of the Fang Mansion, rushing straight into the sky, and it was very colorful. When the three of them saw this scene, their faces suddenly changed greatly. That thing is going to be born. The thought flashed through the minds of the three of them. The three of them immediately jumped up and ran straight to the northeast.

It turned out that Mingkong was sitting in the Buddha hall, watching the remnant sun enter the ground, the clouds were getting green, suddenly a gust of evening wind blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, thinking of tonight's events, and I felt a little bit of concern. I didn't want to say anything to Zhu Qiu for a while, so I closed my eyes and pondered.

As soon as the secret method of clearing the door came out, the heaven and the earth were silent, and everything was silent. Monk Mingkong was immediately alert. When he was still studying art by the master's side, he heard the master talk about the destruction of Nan Shaolin back then, and he also saw the master and the master of clearing the door right, so he was very clear about this method of clearing the door. He also knew that tonight's events, the life and death of the Fang family, might be completely tied to him. The secret method of clearing the door, in this Fang Mansion, only he can resist it.

He took a long breath and was about to make a sound, when at this moment, the treasure in the ground suddenly chirped, at first intermittent or intermittent, like a stone milk dripping water, although it was endless, but the sound was very small, and only people like him who often guarded it could hear it. But in the blink of an eye, the dripping water turned into a stream, a thousand streams converged, and in a blink of an eye, it was a big river, roaring, like a tiger roaring and a dragon groaning, hitting the sky and rushing into the sky. Monk Mingkong was taken aback, breathed a breath, and hurriedly turned his head, wanting Zhu Qiu to cover his ears and not be disturbed. But he was even more surprised, because Zhu Qiu's face was full of joy and sorrow, anger and sorrow, sometimes dancing with his hands, sometimes being quiet like a virgin - but he was out of the fire and into a demon.

Monk Mingkong panicked suddenly, but after a moment, he understood. The cry of the treasure was not stimulated by the secret method of clearing the door, but because Zhu Qiu's bones were strange and talented, and it had the heart of trial. It wants to take a closer look, this Zhu Qiu, is it its next sect master!

Mingkong thought of this, his heart was even more like a fire burning, this trial process, extremely dangerous, so the old legend, since this treasure refined, thousands of years, the talented and heroic people, such as the carp across the river, countless, have been tested by this treasure, but really passed this trial, since the opening of the world and chaos separated, but the number of palms. Once the person who is tested cannot pass it, the light one is insane and stupid, and the worst one is killed immediately. Monk Mingkong saw that the son of his best friend was being tested, although he also liked his talent, but he was even more afraid that once the trial failed, at that time, what face would he have to see his old friend?

But Mingkong didn't have any way. Because once the trial of this treasure has begun, there is hardly any way to stop it. It is said that it is almost, because according to legend, there was a pair of brothers, and the younger brother underwent trials, three days and three nights, without eating, drinking, sleeping, and dying. At this time, the elder brother came to the younger brother's house, and when he saw this scene, he sprinkled his blood on the treasure according to the high finger, because the elder brother's wealth was better than his brother's, and the treasure abandoned the younger brother and turned to the younger brother, and then the elder brother actually passed the trial, and then finally became an earth-shattering character.

And Mingkong doesn't think that his talent is higher than Zhu Qiu. Because in the past few years, I have always guarded the treasures, but I have not experienced a single trial!

At this point, I can only hope that the Buddha will bless me.

Monk Mingkong sang a word of Buddha in a low voice, slowly got up and walked to the door of the Buddha hall, and secretly knotted the magic in his hand, isolating the vision of this Buddha hall from the outside world. As for the Fang family, they can't take care of it anymore.

The treasure is louder and louder, and in the end it is like the tide of Qiantang, the waves crash on the shore, a wave is higher than a wave, not only the ringing, but also a heroic atmosphere, and it comes out of nowhere, at this moment the clear door is around, and the clear sky does not dare to let the slightest sound leak out, only to increase the mental power, to maintain the isolation will not be broken.

However, manpower is sometimes poor, and the way of heaven is endless. That mighty qi accumulated thicker and thicker, and Ling Ran was no longer responsible, and gradually condensed into a stream of purple qi, dense like a cloud, permeating the entire Buddha hall. Suddenly, Zhu Qiu let out a long roar, the purple qi was like the beginning of heaven and earth, and like the morning sun rising suddenly, spurting out, its momentum was no longer controllable, Mingkong suddenly shook, and could no longer block it, a mouthful of blood spit out, and fell to the ground. I saw that purple qi, with the sound of the treasure and the sound of Zhu Qiu's long roar, went straight to the Nine Heavens Cloud.