Shaoyi raised his face again and let the heavy rain wash away......

As he raised his face, a spinning scythe leaped through the walls and flew towards the little man.

The scythe spun rapidly, setting off the rain in its path, making a tiny crumbling sound.

"Who's going to stop me?!" The slow-burning Shaoyi finally got angry.

The scythe was only an inch away from Shaoyi's neck, and was blocked by the Shaokang sword that suddenly came out, and Shaokang was forced to bend by the force on the blade, and then, Shaokang suddenly straightened the "waist pole" of the sword body in the continuous confrontation, and the sickle, which was only half an inch away from Shaoyi's neck, was defeated by Shaokang's tenacity, and was bounced "click-" and flew back along the original road.

Hao Ying picked up the scythe that flew back to his own with a scythe, and roared: "Hit me, I don't believe that this kid is beaten by steel, tired, and I will exhaust him!"

When dozens of scythes frantically slashed at the skinny Shaoyi, Shaoyi was still lying on his back and letting the rain wash away......

Seeing that Shaoyi was about to be submerged by a bright "sea of sickles", suddenly, a "lotus **", the innermost circle of people was overturned by an extremely strong sword qi.

"Jingle bells—" Dozens of scythes fell from their master's hands and scattered to the ground.

Hao Ying, who was on the periphery of the human wall, looked through the outer wall and the people in the inner circle who fell one after another, and couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Shao Yi's flying sword qi like falling flowers and flowing water. Wherever the sword qi went, there were always threes, threes, twos, and one's own brothers fell.

Shaokang cut off the fine raindrops in the falling, and the raindrops turned into raindrops that were sharper than sharp blades, and these raindrops were dyed with sword qi, and with the trajectory of Shaokang's sword, they flew through the bloody night, inserting them into the flesh and blood, dyeing the human wall red.

Shaoyi didn't know how to wield the Shaokang Sword in his hand tiredly, as if these men in front of him were the behind-the-scenes manipulators behind the destruction of the Dayan River, as if they were the crossbowmen who participated in the "General Zuo's Mansion Case" twelve years ago...... It's all enemies. One less eye is red, and he will not be relentless.

The sound of the blade carrying raindrops across the throat, the screams of the strong men when they are dying, the sound of the scythes falling to the ground in their hands...... These voices were like waves, and the chaos kept surging into the ears of the head of the Scythe Gang, and Hao Ying's face became more and more ugly.

He looked at Shaoyi who was fighting in the rain, and said in a very calm tone: "I know that you kid is not an idle person, but I didn't expect you to be so capable of fighting at such an age." ”

Just as he was about to rush into the human wall and join the "massacre", a figure stood in front of him at some point.

"Huh, Tsing Yi Long Yi!"

Hao Ying's face changed, and he asked, "I have no grudge with Ji Jiajun, why do you want to help this kid?"

Long Yi slowly turned around and said, "Eight years ago, the divine doctor touched hundreds of lives in the Fish Roe Mansion, but can you have the 'credit' of the pangolin?"

"That's the king's will, and it's a sin to be treason with the fish. Hao Ying's face changed again, and the hand holding the sickle quietly tightened.

"Tonight, I'm going to ask you to pay for those hundreds of innocent lives. Long Yi said, and the green shirt in his hand began to tremble.

Suddenly, a sword light broke through the rain and flew over.

"When—" The scythe in Hao Ying's hand was nailed to the bluestone slab under his feet by the Red Flame Long Sword of Shaoyi, and the scythe was like a dead corpse, without a chance to breathe.

"If you keep me from dying, you won't die. Hao Ying, who was without the sickle, still spoke wildly.

......

"You don't look at it, you don't count, how many of your brothers are there?!"

Hao Ying was not angry but happy, and said with a smile: "Hahaha-I didn't expect that the number one gang in the cloud would be defeated in my hands today." ”

Hearing Hao Ying's laughter, dozens of men brandished the sickles in their hands and slashed at Long Yi.

Long Yi slammed the green shirt in his hand behind him, and hundreds of water droplets flew out and passed through the throats of the men.

......

Seeing that the gang leader Hao Ying was dead, the remaining strong men of the Scythe Gang gave up resistance, they dropped the scythe in their hands and fled south like begging for mercy.

Shaoyi looked at Long Yi and said, "I knew you would come." ”

"Stride forward, don't look back!" As soon as Long Yi's words came out, the sound of horses' hooves stopped behind him.

And the young one has disappeared into the depths of the rain curtain......

The mountain gate of the temple was wide open, and the temple was empty, as if all the monks had gone to retreat.

Leaves the size of elm coins are beaten down on the bluestone slabs by raindrops, and the candles in front of the Buddha are crumbling, and there is a possibility that they will be blown out by the cold wind at any time and lose their light.

Looking at the Buddha statue that seemed to be smiling, not smiling, not surprised or displeased, there was no trace of doubt or abrupt expression on his face, he was calm and calm, as if he had been in front of this Buddha statue in his previous life.

With his intuition, he quietly bypassed the Daxiong Hall in the middle of the temple from the right side of the courtyard along the mezzanine road, and went straight to the cypress forest behind the temple.

The cypress forest is cold, to be exact, it is permeated with a thousand-year-old cold air everywhere.

The rain began to gradually decrease as early as when Shaoyi entered the mountain gate, and at this time, when Shaoyi came to the forest, the rain had stopped.

In the night, the water vapor lingers and does not disperse between the thick tree trunks, like a dull white streamer, looking at the past, the forest is deep and secluded, making people feel like entering a fairyland.

All the way to here, Shao's face was as calm as water, and his expression became grim, and he looked at the ancient cypress that fell to the ground in the depths of the woods, and it took four people to hug him, what kind of result of this was the result of vigorous destruction? !

Turning around, Shaoyi said to Long Yi, who was walking behind him, "I think I know where she is." ”

Shaoyi carefully looked at the direction where Gu Bai fell to the ground, and patiently explored the traces that looked like footprints around him, pondered for a long time, and said, "It should be ...... It's in this direction. ”

Following the direction of one less finger, the two groped for half a stick of incense. Long Yi, who was walking in front, stopped and didn't make a sound, he made a gesture and asked Shaoyi to walk to his side and point out to Shaoyi.

It turned out that on one side of the cypress forest, a tree trunk had left sporadic traces of blood after the rain washed away, as well as a corner of white veil. The texture of this white veil is not unfamiliar.

"This side of the road leads to the Pavilion of the Scriptures. Long Yi said, nodded a little, and then strode out of the forest with Long Yi and walked towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The two of them silently walked through rows of low, simple squatter houses, "whoosh-whoa-", and the rhythmic sound of a large broom sweeping the water stopped their steps.

At this time, the entire temple has begun to be immersed in the night, and the only light in the dark and silent building complex is a small house at the end of this row of squatters.

The sparks in the room hit the figures outside the room, as if a shadow puppet show was being staged.