At night, such a quiet and wonderful Yangzhou city did not escape the destruction of the rebels.

In Ying's mansion, the complacent Zhao Cheng looked around, looked up at Ying Tiange again, sometimes whispering, sometimes sneering.

The torch in his hand, the flame beating restlessly, eager to try.

"Childe, you don't want to ......" A doorman seemed to think of something, and asked Zhao Cheng cautiously.

"Humph! You go and find out Li Shi's mother for me, as well as Wei Jin's wife, and catch them all for me. Zhao Cheng suddenly remembered something important and shouted to his subordinates.

"Yes, Childe." The doormen left in a hurry.

Zhao Cheng walked to the main hall of Yingfu, where there were antique home furnishings, and two wordless spirit cards were enshrined in the innermost. He was a little strange, holding a torch and looking closer, I don't know who he was worshipping, he was thinking, suddenly heard a sound, looked back, a few panicked people slipped out of the door, thinking that it should be a subordinate.

On the wall, there are several portraits, and in the middle, there is a portrait of Ying Tianyang, or the high-spirited appearance of the year.

Next to it, is the new Xuanzhou Governor, the same as the Xuanzhou General's Mansion, on the side, there is a painting that is very powerful, looking at it, it is the portrait of Han Buxuan, the envoy of Jiannan Dao, Zhao Cheng was inexplicably attracted, looked carefully, turned around and walked away, and patrolled around the mansion.

A few courtyards, a few green willows, in front of the study, when the courtyard is an old tree, long and tall.

Finally, Ying Tiange, Zhao Cheng stood at the door, hesitating, to enter or not to enter?

On this attic, it is the place where the entire Yangzhou government decree came out.

Zhao Cheng thought for a long time, he slowly pushed open the door, and looked inside, it was normal, nothing special.

Raising his foot, he was about to step in, when suddenly a sound sounded.

"Have you really figured it out?"

The ethereal and melodious male voice came into Zhao Cheng's ears, and he was startled and turned around to check.

"Who?!" There was no one in the courtyard, Zhao Cheng was scared into a cold sweat and looked around in a panic.

"A passerby." The male voice was as calm as water, but it was very heavy, and the inexplicable pressure was hung on Zhao Cheng's heart, and he secretly said that this person must be a master, and even the aura of speaking is so powerful.

"Someone, someone, escort!" Zhao Cheng rolled his eyes and hurriedly called his subordinates, at this time, the stragglers on the street outside the door, hearing Zhao Cheng's call for help, rushed in one after another, about fifty or sixty people.

Zhao Cheng saw his subordinates rushing in, so he relaxed and carefully searched for the source of the sound.

When Zhao Cheng looked up at the corner of the roof in the house, he was startled, only to see a person, with fluttering clothes and white hair like snow, standing on the corner of the eaves, standing with his hands behind his back, behind him, there was a bright moon, reflecting his chic figure, like a master in the book.

"Who the hell are you?" Zhao Cheng asked with the panic in his heart.

The rebels were also taken aback by this person, they knew that generally people like this kind of people could fight ten at a time, so while Zhao Cheng was talking, they began to think about how to sneak away quietly, after all, they finally rushed in, they came to make a fortune, not to give their lives.

"Lingering in the next world, Mei Luochu." When Mei Luochu casually thought of a name and said it, two low laughs came from the slope of the roof behind her.

"Heh, wandering in the world? Why hasn't Lao Tzu heard that there is such a person on the rivers and lakes? Lao Tzu advises you not to meddle in your business, otherwise you will ......" Zhao Cheng couldn't help laughing, he can be regarded as a person who pays more attention to the affairs of the rivers and lakes on weekdays, and he has really never heard of such a famous hero or master, so he wants to take advantage of the chaos. When Zhao Cheng thought this, he calmed down in his heart and beckoned his subordinates to prepare to kill that person.

When those rebels heard the name reported by that person, they also laughed in their hearts, where did they think of such a sour name, it was really a pig's nose with green onions, pretending to be an elephant.

"I'm not nosy, I'm just advising my son, Yingtian Pavilion behind you, if you step in, you won't be able to get out again." Mei Luochu said coldly, it was really not mixed with any emotion, as if she was persuading.

"You said you wouldn't go in if you didn't go in? Lao Tzu finally did it to this point, they killed my father, I can't kill them, so let Yangzhou City pay for the blood debt! Zhao Cheng said frantically, his heart didn't know what to occupy, maybe hatred, maybe desire, maybe madness.

"To forgive people and forgive others, what is the revenge of killing the father?" Mei Luochu seemed to have no patience for this Zhao Cheng, and his words became angry.

On the roof, Lan Qiuxu and Jiang Boping, who were sitting, gasped for two breaths, looking at the entire Yangzhou fire, with gloomy expressions.

"It's better to be a step late." A rugged man like Jiang Boping couldn't help but whisper, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

"We've come all the way, we've done our best, it's come to this, maybe it's providence, this fire, I think it's good to burn." Lan Qiu muttered.

"How?" Jiang Boping asked.

"The city is full of hundreds of thousands of people, it is like a lamb to be slaughtered, but it is only a few thousand rebels, and no one dares to fight with it......" Lan Qiuxuan was disappointed and angry, a male city like Yangzhou, with a population of almost 800,000, was turned upside down by 5,000 people, thinking about it, pitiful and hateful.

Jiang Boping nodded, feeling that what Lan Qiuxuan said made sense, why did it seem that he had to burn a fire.

When the two talked in a low voice, Mei Luochu had already lost patience with Zhao Cheng's persuasion.

"Exit Yingfu and spare your life." Mei Luochu sent out an ultimatum.

"Hahaha, I'm afraid that you won't succeed, come here, set fire, burn this place for me, and turn it all to ashes for me!" Zhao Cheng shouted frantically as he threw the torch into Yingtian Pavilion.

The rebels complied, and torches began to be thrown around.

In an instant, several places in the courtyard were not lit, and smoke began to rise.

Mei Luochu sighed in a low voice and slowly raised her hand.

Lan Qiuxuan and Jiang Boping stood up, turned around and stood on the ridge, looking at each other coldly.

I saw that Lan Qiuxuan did not hesitate, put his two fingers together, and swiped in the air, the strong internal force urged the Lan Ye Sword, and under the night moon, an emerald green sword shadow suddenly appeared, both rigid and soft.

Jiang Boping saw Lan Qiu's move, so he pressed the Longquan sword back.

At this moment, the Lan Ye Ten Thousand Sword Array appeared again, and the thick sword qi and internal force went hand in hand, enveloping the entire Yingfu compound.

Those rebels who had never seen any real masters, just like the shrimp soldiers and crab generals who saw Sun Monkey, were terrified, and the whole person was already frightened.

Zhao Cheng was even more frightened, obediently, where did this immortal come from, he actually has such skills, it's over, is it over, did he offend which gate sect on the rivers and lakes, shouldn't it, he has already inquired, Mowen Valley has been very quiet recently, and the White Horse Temple is also dedicated to education, the wind and snow gate is too far away, it shouldn't be, the people of the Dark Xianglou...... They should all be women, so where did they come from......

Just when Zhao Cheng was thinking, the Lan Ye Ten Thousand Sword Array was launched, and the internal force was like a green ribbon, swimming in the sword array, as if the green leaves were a river, and everywhere he went, the flames were extinguished instantly, and the smoke and dust were all dispersed.

Those rebels also felt the pain all over their bodies, they looked at the people around them in horror, and then looked at themselves, only to find that those green wandering sword qi, like sharp blades, cut through their bodies, legs, hands, chests and backs, there were many small cuts, blood continued to ooze, and the pain was endless.

Zhao Cheng was frightened and hid behind the door frame of Yingtian Pavilion, but where could he hide it, the green sword qi was like an eye, constantly cutting holes on him, and there was nowhere to hide.

"Hero, hero! Spare my life, I was wrong, I was wrong, ah......! Seeing this, Zhao Cheng was stunned, and immediately rolled out from behind the door frame, kneeling and begging for mercy.

Lan Qiuxuan looked at Mei Luochu, who watched coldly and was unmoved. Lan Qiuxuan didn't stop, and continued to torture these guys who didn't know the height of the sky.

In the courtyard of the house, there were bursts of wailing and screaming, and soon, the rebels' clothes were scratched and tattered, and they were covered with wounds, and they were rolling on the ground in pain.

"You're giving me a!"

"Ah...... Kill me, kill me! ”

Constant roars emanated from the mouths of the rebels, and these sword qi seemed to be deliberately not killing them, only constantly wandering below their necks, destroying their bodies, but not wanting their lives, in other words, no different from Ling Chi......

Zhao Cheng was covered with fat and rolled on the ground, like a lying wine barrel, begging for mercy while rolling.

Sanqingzi is now on the roof, ignoring these people at all, the bright moon behind him, the sky-high firelight, how can he easily let them go.

Just as Lan Qiuxuan was teaching these people a lesson, the old storyteller floated gently from nowhere and landed on the roof.

"Amitabha, you have to forgive people and spare people......" The storyteller saw this situation and couldn't help but dissuade him.

"You are not a monk, so why should you be merciful to them?" Jiang Boping retorted.

"I ...... Well, what if you kill them now? Look at the tragic situation in this city, Lao Sheng has just checked the situation everywhere, in the south, east, west, and northwest cities, there is no peace, and the rebels who do evil will not even let go of the children, Lao Sheng saved one, two, but he can't save ten, a hundred ......" The storyteller lowered his head and sighed, his eyes were full of sadness. Just before arriving here, he saved two children in the northern city, a mother and son in the eastern city, and repelled the rebels besieging the merchant house in the southern city...... But what can be recovered?

"Senior brother, that's it!" Mei Luochu said.

Lan Qiu Xuan slowly put away the sword array, Lan Ye Jian quickly flew back to the scabbard, he calmed the internal force with both hands, soothed the blood, let out a long breath, and turned to look at the old storyteller.

"What do you think we should do, sir?" Lan Qiuxuan asked.

"Things in the world have their own cause and effect, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, the alternation of day and night, there is black and white, complementing each other, this catastrophe may be arranged by God to the people of Yangzhou, we are destined not to go against the will of heaven." The storyteller looked faint and sighed, looking detached from the world.

"Sir, I remember that you said in your book that there is no perfect beauty in the world, but there is complete evil, which one should they be counted as?" Lan Qiuxuan remembered that he had read a book lent to him by the old man before, saying that it was written by himself for most of his life, and there was such a sentence, which was the most impressive to him, and when he heard that the old man said to let these people go, he couldn't help but think of this sentence in his heart.

The storyteller was stunned, he actually read it seriously, thinking that he was just reading it in a hurry.

"I wish they could be considered imperfect." The old man replied.

"Zhao Cheng, who is the leader, has already fallen into madness, isn't it a complete evil?" Lan Qiuxuan questioned.

"If there is no revenge for killing my father, how can I do what we are today? Retribution for injustice, how to say that he is full of evil, and the love and hatred he was born with is the source of all evil. The storyteller looked at Zhao Cheng, who was curled up in a ball on the ground in the courtyard, trembling, and still shouting for mercy in his mouth, and felt more and more pitiful about him.

After the old man spoke, Sanqingzi stopped talking, and seemed to have some understanding, Mei Luo glanced at Zhao Cheng for the first time.

"Exit Yingfu and spare your life." Mei Luochu said quietly, and his clear voice seemed to have become Zhao Cheng's hope for life, and when he heard this, he didn't care about the pain, hurriedly got up from the ground, and kowtowed to the masters on the roof.

"Brothers, hurry up and go, thank you for sparing your life!" Zhao Cheng said, escaped from Yingfu with a few cigarettes under his men, and quickly ran elsewhere, panicking!

Mei Luochu sighed lightly, looked up at the bright moon, and asked when the dispute could end? The tragedy of Yangzhou was not uncommon in the previous dynasty, and today, I hope that this is the only case and will never happen again.

On the roof, Sanqingzi stood proudly, and the storyteller was sad.

The wind is blowing.

Outside Yingfu, in a shady corner, Mr. Li saw everything just now, especially the tragic situation of Zhao Cheng fleeing the road, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and at the same time, he looked at the four people on the roof and frowned. Why is Sanqingzi still wandering in the Central Plains? The Sanqing Hall of Changbai Mountain, which has never asked about the world and is not close to the fireworks in the world, seems to be a little different...... Could this be the meaning of the real person of the blue crane? Even the power strife is starting to get involved, what does it really mean?

When Mr. Li was thinking secretly, suddenly there was a gust of wind, and it was cold behind him, and Mr. Li looked up and was startled, there was someone!

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, why have you been hiding here?" Mei Luochu stood behind Mr. Li and asked coldly.

Mr. Li was frightened into a cold sweat by this sudden questioning, and he had already been noticed, how terrifying this person's skills were, at that time in Jinghua Lake, he didn't have any real feelings, and now when he tries it, it really makes people's scalp tingle.

The air froze, and Mr. Li took a deep breath.

"Don't come unharmed, old man." Mr. Li turned around and said.

Mei Luochu saw the face in front of her, she was slightly surprised, and seemed familiar, and then suddenly remembered that the small pavilion by the lake of Jinghua Lake, the snowy sky, the black-clothed cloaked man who said that people play chess, games, chess, and heavenly games.

"It's you." Mei Luochu was vigilant, how could this person appear here by accident? He never believed it.

"It's me." Mr. Li chuckled.

"This time, who is the chess piece and who is the board?" Mei Luochu raised her head and asked.

"The stars are the chess pieces, and the sky is the board." Mr. Li replied.

"Did you break the game?" Mei Luochu faintly felt that this person was a little different kind of mystery.

"Playing against the sky, the outcome is uncertain, whether the game is broken or not, it all depends on the will of God." Mr. Li said this, invisibly, he exuded a breath, quite like the breath of the emperor, even Mei Luochu was secretly surprised, and was about to ask a question, but he noticed that the breath was fleeting, looking at the person in front of him, Mei Luochu had some thoughts in his heart.

"Meet Your Excellency again, it may be the will of heaven, I advise Your Excellency, but do good deeds, I am on Changbai Mountain, and there are people who watch the sky. Don't leave it at that, there will be a date later! ”

After speaking, Mei Luochu jumped up and disappeared into the night.

Mr. Li let out a heavy sigh, his clenched fists loosened, and his palms were full of sweat. He also turned around, hurried away, and disappeared into the dark alley, alone, with no future.