After Li Hao reflected on the details of the battle, he felt that he had gained a lot, so he and Ling Hu Chong took the heads of Ren Wu Xing and Tong Baixiong to Qingcheng Mountain.

Later, the people of Huashan were surprised and admired when they saw this, and they didn't mention it.

Ling Hu Chong also had a good face in front of his brothers and sisters, and he boasted for a long time, from the time my uncle took me to let me go, to Ling Hu Chong's bombardment of the Demon Sect Leader and his followers, and the various versions of it were blown back and forth for several days.

Finally, on the 16th, it was the time when the moon and stars were scarce and everything was silent.

What a killing night.

On a sloping peak near Qingcheng Mountain, hundreds of Huashan disciples wearing winged clothes jumped down one by one in a line, dissolving into the night.

After all the disciples had set off, Yue Buqun asked worriedly, "There won't be an accident, right?" ”

Li Haomo rubbed his nails and replied casually: "It's not a big problem, don't worry!" ”

Yue Buqun made up his mind, and the uncle who could kill him and let him do it all said that there was no problem, then there must be no problem.

......

Zhang San is a genius disciple who has emerged in the Qingcheng Mountain Branch of the Abandoned Sword Hall in the past few years, twenty-eight years old, and he just condensed his true qi two days ago.

He was very excited, and drank with a few brothers for three days, and tonight it was finally his turn to keep vigil, so he barely woke up and guarded the main road behind Qingcheng Mountain in a daze.

"Abandoning the Sword Hall is now unparalleled in Sichuan and Shu, so it is possible that someone will attack Qingcheng Mountain?" Zhang San muttered and complained that the steward elder was too cautious, and at the same time secretly calculated in his heart:

Stay until tomorrow, borrow some money from a few good brothers, and go down the mountain to find a green house for half a month, get drunk and dream of death, and taste all kinds of flavors.

There are no regrets about this, and I went back to the mountain to give up my troubles, and since then I have devoted myself to martial arts, and I will pursue innate wonders in the future.

Thinking about it, he was already a little dazed, looking at the moon in the sky stupidly.

"Whoosh!"

Something flew through the sky, was it a bird?

Zhang San shook his head, and woke up from his true qi that he had just had, and listened carefully.

Sure enough, there was movement! What is it?

Zhang San's unskilled operation of true qi strengthened his eyesight, and he finally saw it clearly!

"Whoosh!"

The bright moonlight was obscured by something like a bat, and the shadow of the great monster hung over him, and behind the monster were many, many monsters like it.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

There was a long sound on the mountain, some like firecrackers lit during the New Year.

Buildings everywhere were groaning and wailing, the fire was blazing, and the smoke was billowing out, making the entire Qingcheng Mountain light up.

Zhang San hesitated for a moment, but still returned to the mountain and rushed into the sea of fire!

Fire! Fire! Fire!

A lot of fire, like the howl of a demon, lit up every corner of the world!

The billowing smoke filled the air unscrupulously, making it impossible for Zhang San to see what was five meters away.

The raging flames scurried out in all directions, devouring everything unscrupulously, the crimson flames blackened everything like arrogant painters, and every time the roar sounded, a building collapsed, covering up the bitter weeping and cursing of the brothers before they died.

Out of sight, out of sight, the whole world was shrouded in smoke and fire, and all he could hear was the sound of a roaring explosion, Zhang San kept coughing, he bent on his waist, and stumbled to his master's courtyard.

The yard has been bombed several times, and there is not a single tile left.

Zhang San went crazy to look around, and finally found his master known as the 'first punch of Sichuan and Shu' under the collapsed beam, but now this boxing master can no longer use his fists, and his arms have been blown off.

Fear, sadness, and anger were mixed together, and Zhang San's tears poured out uncontrollably.

Tears with cool feelings fell on the master's face, and he barely woke up.

"Master, I'll dig you out now!" Zhang San was at a loss, clumsily digging the ruins pressed against the master with his hands, and he didn't realize that his hands were hot black and red.

"I can't do it, San'er, don't bother! Run! ”

The angry master pushed him, took a long breath but choked on the smoke and coughed repeatedly,

"There is a secret passage in my house, under my bed, it was left by the Qingcheng faction at the beginning, the enemy must not know, go quickly!"

"Master, no! I must ......" Zhang San burst into tears, and wanted to say something, but he was slapped by his master with his last strength,

"Let's go!"

Zhang San kowtowed with tears, ran into the room with only half of the room left, found the broken bed, opened the iron plate below, and jumped inside.

Turning around and closing the iron plate, Zhang San cried while running desperately along the secret road.

Out of the secret passage, it is already a waterhole in the middle of the mountain.

Zhang San looked back, there was already a sea of fire on the mountain, and the rumbling explosion had stopped, but from a distance, he could still see the 'big bats' hovering in the air above the mountain.

What the hell is that?

Zhang San didn't understand, could it really be that the Abandoned Sword Hall had done something angry and resentful to provoke Cangtian to send this group of thunder soldiers to destroy?

Two big bats flew over, Zhang San hurriedly jumped into the pool, dived into it, and when these two flew away, he lay wet on a big rock next to Tan.

This time he saw it clearly. The bats weren't monsters, they were two people dressed in strange clothes like kites!

I'm afraid of monsters, what are people afraid of!

Fear, pain, and confusion are suppressed, and boundless anger and hatred pour out of my heart.

Zhang San suppressed this endless negative emotion and roared in a low voice:

"No matter who you are, if you exhaust this life, this revenge will be avenged!"

He simply covered up his tracks, and then ran all the way from the forest to the direction of Emei.

Be sure to show the hall master, find out the origin of this group of people, and then return today's hatred tenfold and hundredfold!

Zhang San ran and ran as hard as he could, until he was almost away from the Qingcheng Mountain Boundary, and heard the 'whoosh' sound that made him lose his courage in the distance.

Looking back through the moonlight, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old 'girl' was chasing her in a bat suit.

She saw me!

Zhang San hurriedly hid in a nearby bush, but it was too late.

The 'girl' put away her bat suit and fell directly to the ground, walking towards the bush.

She's too big, I can kill her!

No, you can't kill her, you have to capture her, and then torture them for who they are!

Zhang San held his breath and took out his sword at the moment when the 'girl' went to pull the grass, like a swimming dragon and lightning.

When Zhang San took out the sword, he saw the 'girl' sly smile, but the sword had no regrets, he firmly believed that even if this person had a calculation, the victory or defeat with his swordsmanship was between the two.

The 'girl' two fingers unexpectedly caught Zhang San's sword infused with faith and hatred, broke the tip of the sword, and slashed Zhang San's throat with the tip of the sword with her backhand.

At the moment of falling, Zhang San finally only heard the 'girl' shouting excitedly, "I almost let him run away, now I can explain to my uncle!" ”

In the end, Zhang San still didn't know who attacked Qingcheng Mountain Hall.

......

In the autumn of the thirtieth year of Jiajing, the fire in Qingcheng Mountain lasted for seven days, and some villagers called it heaven's curse.