Xu Shaofeng saw the fire from a distance, and when he rode his horse to get closer, the entire village had turned into a scorched earth. He immediately jumped off the white horse and went into the village to check.

Searching through the burned and collapsed houses one by one, he was shocked by what he saw. The village was littered with broken beams of burning wood, and in every house, there were charred and blackened dead. He searched the darkness carefully, hoping to find the survivors. However, the result was disappointing, and no one in the village survived.

After inspecting the entire village, he suddenly became suspicious: most of the villagers who died in the fire died on their beds, and there were no signs of a struggle. The fire was so great that no one woke up? Could it be that someone killed these villagers and set fire to cover it up?

He found a body that had not been badly burned, and sure enough, he found wounds in the vital spots.

A strong cold chill rose in his eyes, and I am afraid that the only people who can do this are those people. What kind of deep hatred and hatred is there, to slaughter the whole village and then set fire to the village, even the old people and children are not spared!

His hand grasped the hilt of his sword tightly, and he angrily mounted his horse and chased after him along the road.

Halfway through the night, a large cloud rolled up on the horizon, obscuring the broken moon. The sky was as dark as thick ink, and the sky was all over the ground, and it was cloudy as far as the eye could see.

Thinking of what he had just seen, the anger in Xu Shaofeng's chest rolled endlessly like a dark cloud in the sky.

On the rivers and lakes, although there are many incidents of hurting people and killing people because of martial arts competitions, even the most vicious thieves do not bother to kill ordinary people without martial arts unless they have to. What kind of hard-hearted people are these people, who can swing knives at old and young women and children in their sleep!

As if sensing his anger, the running white horse suddenly raised its head to the sky and snorted with a "spitting".

Xu Shaofeng suddenly calmed down.

No! This gang of people killed people and set fires so neatly and neatly, they must not be idle bandits. You really shouldn't act rashly. What's more, Xiaohua is still in their hands, so they should be careful.

He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, restrained the white horse, and improved his luck.

After a short week of exercise, the icy meaning of Han Tian's innocence made his mind return to his usual clarity and calmness.

The most urgent thing at the moment is to rescue Lu Xiaohua from the hands of that group of people safe and sound.

On the winding path ahead, a team of horses marching silently appeared.

Xu Shaofeng pulled the reins, signaled the white horse to move slowly with light hooves, and used the darkness to hide his whereabouts, quietly following behind the group.

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A bolt of lightning pierced the dark night sky, and the wind swept up the clouds violently. After the thunder, the torrential rain poured down.

Shang Tianhua's horse team braved the rain and hurried. After walking for about half an hour, I finally found a dilapidated small temple to shelter from the wind and rain.

The small temple is in disrepair, and under the heavy rain, the beams of the houses fall into the water. A group of mermaids rushed in, each looking for a place to rest, and filled the small temple in an instant. Shang Tianhua walked to a relatively dry place next to the Buddha platform and sat down, waved his head at Lu Xiaohua, and ordered her to sit opposite.

In the small temple, a Buddha statue about three feet tall is enshrined. Due to the lack of incense offerings for a long time, the Buddha statue is seriously damaged, and it is no longer clear to see the original appearance. The paint peeling off on the left half of the Buddha's face is particularly serious, revealing the dark mud tire inside, which makes the original benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes reveal a bit of hideousness.

Liu Hai asked Cheng Qingxie to find something to make a fire for everyone to keep warm. Cheng Qingxie walked around the small temple, but there was nothing available, so he dismantled the tribute table in front of the Buddha platform and used it as firewood. The roof of the temple was constantly seeping water, and the tribute table had long been soaked by rainwater. Cheng Qingxie lit the fire, but it couldn't be lit for a long time, but a choking smoke came out.

Liu Haisuan reprimanded him a few words and asked him to use internal force to dry the firewood first. It took Cheng Qingxie half a day to light the fire.

Ma Chengji sat by the fire, wringing his wet clothes, and complained to Sun Mulei, "Old Lei, can you not be so reckless in the future." So much so that we can't sleep in a bed, and we have to spend the night in such a place. ”

Since they killed officials and robbed silver, in order to quickly get away from the scene, they have been rushing for several days, and finally the hall master agreed to take a breath in the small village, but he was hurt by Sun Mulei and had to hurry again.

Sun Mulei snorted and said in a muffled voice: "I'll go on duty all night." "Tonight, the hall master let him be on duty for no reason, but he caused so many incidents, and he also held back the nameless fire in his belly. He put on his coat and hat again and went out in the rain.

A violent wind and rain rushed in with his entry and exit, and Cheng Qingxie hurriedly got up and closed the door.

After a while, the wind and rain outside the door did not stop, but it eased slightly. The people in the small temple made up for sleep, practiced the exercises, Cheng Qingxie had been watching the fire by the fire, and at this time he also yawned and half-closed his eyes.

In a room full of people, only Lu Xiaohua was not sleepy. She stared blankly at the fire with blank eyes.

The firelight writhed like a wild snake, flickering on everyone's faces, dancing in a messy and strange gray-black rhythm. The rain-soaked clothes had been slowly dried, but the bitter cold in her heart still made her shiver incessantly.

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The rainstorm came extremely suddenly, and Xu Shaofeng was drenched in the rain. But he didn't care, but a glimmer of joy rose in his heart. Such a rainstorm is suitable for hiding his whereabouts, so that the other party will not be able to detect him.

Seeing the group enter the small temple to take shelter from the rain, he hid the white horse in the woods farther away, took advantage of the rain to quietly approach the small temple, and floated on the roof.

Looking down through the hole in the roof, his heart jumped sharply. Although he had expected that this group of people would be extraordinary, at first sight, it was really a big surprise to him.

Looking closely at the demeanor and breathing style of this group of people, except for the young man guarding the fire, who seems to be weak in martial arts, the rest of them are not comparable to ordinary Jianghu experts. One or two of them have reached the first-class level, and the skill of the brocade-robed boy at the head is even more profound. With so many masters gathered together, he had to hide himself more carefully. He carefully diluted his breath to the sound of the wind and rain, and let the cold naïve qi keep running, so that his body temperature dropped to the same temperature as outside.

Looking at Lu Xiaohua, who had been sleepless and staring at him in a daze, his heart ached faintly. Listening to Mo Xiaoyu, Lu Xiaohua was arrested only six days ago. However, in these short six days, she was dyed with sorrow when she had always been carefree.

Remembering her bright smile, he couldn't wait to jump down immediately and hold her in his arms to comfort her. However, this group of people is quick and well-trained, and they are not comparable to ordinary Jianghu people, and they are really alone with their strength.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and wait patiently for his moment.

Time passed bit by bit with the wind and rain, Xu Shaofeng thought left and right, but he never came up with a safe way. To rescue Lu Xiaohua, who doesn't know martial arts, from this group of strongmen unscathed, he really has no certainty.

He clenched his fists, and suddenly hated himself: when would he become strong enough, strong enough to protect the people he wanted to protect.

The rain gathered around his fist, and he moved his mind and grasped it lightly with his right hand. In any case, at least let her know that she has come.

After a moment's pause, an object about the size of a finger cover was stuffed into a crack in the house and fell towards Lu Xiaohua.

The cold light flickered, and the small object fell lightly on the back of Lu Xiaohua's right hand with the falling raindrops.

Lu Xiaohua didn't pay attention at first, but felt a chill on the back of her hand. When her eyes casually glanced at the back of her hand and saw the small object, her eyes like wood carvings flickered, and there was a look of surprise in them.

Then she frowned, and a puzzle rose in her heart: Was she dazzled?

"Da", again like raindrops falling, very softly. The same small object fell on the back of her hand again, and it felt slightly cool to the touch.

Lu Xiaohua's whole body shook suddenly, and she quickly stretched out her left hand to hold the small object in her palm.

It's Brother Feng coming! She looked up at the rooftop, and a wet spot appeared in her eyes for no apparent reason.

At this moment, Shang Tianhua, who was sitting opposite and practicing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her sharply.

Lu Xiaohua's heart tightened, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

Shang Tianhua stared at her a few times and asked suspiciously, "What do you have in your hand?"

Lu Xiaohua lowered her head and said softly, "Nothing." ”

Shang Tianhua was suspicious, and ordered in a deep voice: "Open your hand!"

Lu Xiaohua pursed her lips, but clenched her hands tighter.

"Open up!" Shang Tianhua's eyes sank, and he urged sharply.

Lu Xiaohua's body trembled slightly, and after a pause, she flipped up her right hand and opened her palm.

Shang Tianhua's eyes flashed, and her right hand was empty.

"Left hand!" Shang Tianhua said again.

Lu Xiaohua raised her head, glanced at him expressionlessly, and slowly opened her left hand.

Her left hand, except for a small stain of water, was as empty as her right hand.

Shang Tianhua stared at her gloomily for a moment, and then closed his eyes to practice again.

After a while, the corners of Lu Xiaohua's mouth curled slightly, revealing a smile after triumph.

What had just fallen on the back of her hand were two small ice flowers, which had melted with the enthusiasm of her palm, leaving only a little water stain.

She clenched her left hand again, "Little Flower, Little Flower...... The two small ice flowers were gently called by Brother Feng. He wanted to tell himself that he was here, so let her not be afraid.

Well, I'm not afraid! Lu Xiaohua suddenly had courage.

She blinked, raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and deliberately asked Shang Tianhua, "You seem to be very uneasy?"

Shang Tianhua opened his eyes when he heard this, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Why should I be uneasy?"

Lu Xiaohua raised her chin and made a calm and analytical appearance, "You killed the officials, robbed the tribute silver, and killed the villagers who discovered your secret." You keep hurrying because you are uneasy and afraid that the officials will come to arrest you. ”

Shang Tianhua smiled coldly, "Do you think I'm afraid of the officials?" Suspicion rose in his eyes, "It's you, as a person in the rivers and lakes, who actually believe in the government?" The people in the rivers and lakes have never interacted with the government, and the government has also turned a blind eye to the disputes in the rivers and lakes. As the so-called black and white, the well water does not interfere with the river water.

Luh Xiaohua was shocked to realize her identity as a junior sister in Kunlun, and changed her words: "I mean, there are gods three feet above your head, and you rely on your martial arts to kill people indiscriminately, even if you are not caught by the officials, God will definitely punish you!"

"If there really is a god, I look forward to its sanctions. Shang Tianhua's thin lips curled sarcastically, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a cold luster like a knife.

There is always something frightening and incomprehensible in this person's gaze. Lu Xiaohua lowered her head and stopped talking.

Shang Tianhua stared at her for a few moments, closed his eyes again, and concentrated on practicing.