Chatian Town, in the eastern suburbs of Jiazhou, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the rain is pouring, and two fast horses are galloping on the official road, breaking the rain and running. The sound of dense hooves smashed on the ground, like a stretch of spring thunder.

Around the two horses, more than a dozen figures dressed in robes walked in the wind, forming a tight circular array, closely guarding the young men and girls on the two horses, galloping fast, not weaker than the speed of healthy horses.

"This is already the boundary of Shushan, what about the people who receive Shushan?" asked a middle-aged man who was running.

"Who knows! The Shushan faction lives in the southwest corner, and they don't hear about the foreign affairs of Sichuan, so they are afraid that they are too lazy to take care of this idle matter. Another running man with a Chinese character face said coldly.

"Now that the Huainan Jiedu envoy has been killed, the Wumeng has no foundation, and it can be regarded as a dead ...... in name," a Taoist priest sighed.

"Shhh......h The Taoist priest glanced up at the young man and girl on the fast horse, pursed his lips and stopped talking.

At this moment, a green flame suddenly slashed through the air and landed in front of the official road.

With a loud bang, the green flames soared into the sky.

The flat official road was blown up and down, and the ripple-like shock waves spread rapidly.

The two fast horses screamed and raised their legs, and then their hind legs were swept down by the undulating ground, and their whole bodies were swept to the ground.

"Save Da Lang and the little lady!" exclaimed the two clothed men.

The face of the national character and the Taoist priest jumped up at the same time, and one of them stretched out a hand and held the young boy and girl who fell from the horse at the same time.

At this moment, the green flame was extinguished by the torrential rain. A huge figure crawled out of the huge crater blasted out of the official road, and its hideous face flashed in the uncertain green flames, and then melted into the dark night.

"It's a witch beast!" said a yellow-haired Taoist priest in the team with a peachwood sword in his hand, "Chongwu Raise Father!"

"He Chang, this brute, actually colluded with the wizards of the Twelve Yamen, no wonder he was able to chase him all the way here......" a man dressed as a warrior muttered in a low voice.

"Quick! escort the eldest man and the little lady into the tea field to hide!" said the middle-aged man in the lead.

"Someone is here to stop the father!" the yellow-haired Taoist priest waved his peachwood sword and blocked in front of everyone. The others immediately surrounded the rescued boys and girls and led them to the tea fields by the roadside.

"Bah, pigs and dogs, wait for Dao Ye to accept you. The yellow-haired Taoist priest shouted angrily, and the peachwood sword ignited a stream of crimson flames, and in the flames, a pure white fire snake twisted its body and spewed out.

"The fire generals of the Quartet, the captain of Tianhe, drive away evil spirits and bind charms, protect their lives, soar to the sky and fall to the ground, drive thunder and clouds, fight tens of millions, command the divine soldiers, open the flag and call urgently, and must not stop. Hurry like a law......" The yellow-haired Taoist priest twisted his eyebrows and spat out a curse.

With the blessing of the yellow-haired Taoist priest's mantra, the pure white fire snake suddenly gave birth to eight more heads, and the snake's body swelled, turning into a cow shape, and gradually turning into the ...... recorded in the Book of Mountains and Seas

The boulder suddenly flew in, and with a pop it shattered the fiery snake illusion and slammed directly into the Taoist priest. The yellow-haired Taoist peachwood sword shattered into powder, and the person was hit by a boulder and fell to the ground into mud.

"Ang Ang Ang-" The maniacal laughter of the father came, and he dug out a bluestone from the side of the road again, and held it high in the direction of the crowd to run away.

"This father is close to the realm of six grades, and we are resting!" The middle-aged man led by him was shocked.

The bluestone roared, and the Taoist priest and the man with a national character face who were guarding the boys and girls roared at the same time.

The Taoist priest stimulated his true qi, and the dust in his hand condensed purple light, surging thunder. The man with the national character face is out of the sheath with a horizontal knife, and the knife is like electricity.

The dust and the horizontal knife hit the bluestone at the same time, and the bluestone shattered in response! Everyone hurriedly looked back. I saw that the face of the national character and the Taoist priest fell to the ground, and at the same time spurted out a mouthful of blood, and they were both shocked to death.

"Hey, hey, hey, everyone, don't step on the tea fields of Shu Mountain!" At this moment, a white-haired, fifty-year-old monk emerged from the tea field. He was also followed by a girl in a half-turned bun and dressed in green clothes.

"Shushan faction, why are you here so late!" The middle-aged man in the lead shouted urgently.

"What's late?" asked the white-haired Fangshi blankly.

"Grandpa, look, there's a monster!" the girl beside him suddenly exclaimed.

The white-haired monk saw his father who was trampling on the tea field, and was shocked: "What is this fang, dare to step on my Shushan tea field, watch Grandpa descend it!"

The white-haired alchemist pulled out a blue steel long sword from his waist and rushed forward with a roar.

"Grandpa, the senior brother told you not to ......be reckless," the girl was in a hurry.

However, at this moment, the white-haired Fang Shi had already fought with his father. Raising his father's hand to hold the bluestone, he repeatedly smashed the white-haired Fangshi, but he flashed flexibly, and the long sword Huo Huo aimed at the chest and abdomen of the father, stabbing hard, forcing it to retreat again and again.

"Wait, everyone!" The middle-aged man who was galloping turned his head and suddenly had an epiphany, "Lifting father is born to throw heavy objects, every throw must hit, and after praising his father, galloping like a horse, only by sacrificing himself in close combat can he drop it!

"Wow-aa-" The people who were fleeing suddenly realized, turned their heads together, and killed them with swords and guns.

"Hey, you guys...... Why are you back again, Grandpa can't run if he wants to!" The girl is in a hurry.

But this group of martial arts people are all high-rollers from various states, who would listen to a young girl, they gathered around their father, roared loudly, showed their abilities, ran high and low, and fought loudly.

The white-haired alchemist who was subjected to the frontal attack of his father didn't take a few moves because he injured his lungs and nose, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and the power of the six-rank lifting father could not have been resisted by his sword.

But when he saw that everyone was coming to help him, he could only hold back. He knew that as long as he had the heart to escape, the tide of the battle would immediately take a turn for the worse, and everyone here would die!

At this moment, he looked up at the torrential rain in the sky, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Yike, I can hold it back, quickly call your senior brother!"

“...... Yes, Grandpa!" the girl didn't dare to speak more, turned around and ran towards the southwest of Jiazhou.

At this moment, it is three o'clock in the morning, and the ground in Jiazhou is already quiet with people and dogs, and the four fields are pitch black. The girl in Tsing Yi can barely discern the road with her natural night eyes, and many times she moves forward completely intuitively. There was a wild roar from behind, and after each roar, there was a miserable howl of a martial arts master.

The girl was anxious and ran desperately, like a swooping heron, splitting the heavy rain curtain and running towards Suishan Town in the southwest of Jiazhou.

I don't know how long I ran in the dark, and suddenly a warm and comfortable light appeared in the dark world. At this moment, in Suishan Town, there is a fire as bright as day. The tranquil orange fire illuminates the dark and rainy night all around, creating a leisurely scene of its own.

"Senior brother......" The girl looked at the warm firelight, and her heart warmed. She dashed into the town, darting towards where the fire was. In the entire Suishan Town, only a newly built pavilion in the center of the town is brilliantly lit. At the entrance of the pavilion, there are two oilcloth sheds to shelter from the rain, and there is a bonfire burning under each pavilion to illuminate the road in front of the pavilion.

Two big red lanterns are hung at the entrance of the pavilion, flashing red, illuminating the pavilion's signboard "Long Night Card Society".

The girl rushed to the door of the pavilion and opened the curtain to enter, but she was stunned on the spot. The door of the pavilion doesn't look big, but I didn't expect that there are several old houses connected inside, and the internal space is extremely wide, and it is crowded with people everywhere.

"Guest, welcome to the club. The new opening of the agency, specializing in the Lei public ......" The gatekeeper of the card club guarding the door suddenly spoke.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for a senior brother!" the girl said urgently.

"The cards are divided into five-color camps: Fanzhen, Wumeng, Shijia, Xihu, and Nanwu, corresponding to the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth......" The janitor continued expressionlessly.

"It's the thunder night, I'm in a hurry!" said the girl again.

"There are three to five chieftains in each faction......" the janitor was indifferent.

"My grandfather, it's his master who is dying!" the girl stomped her foot in a hurry.

"Spell cards are divided into orange, purple, blue and green, orange is expensive, purple is strange, blue is rare, green is the forgiveness color, newcomers can get a set of free card packs......"

"Which faction has a deck that's more friendly to newcomers?" the girl grimaced.

At this moment, a loud noise came from the depths of the hall of the card club.

"I'm a fairy banban, how can this archer be tough with the spearman! The archer is obviously a soldier behind the battle! I can't accept the loss!" A big man with a big shape slapped the case, grabbed the three-foot iron shovel placed on the table, and swung it into the air, causing the crowd of onlookers to retreat again and again.

Sitting across from him was a young man of about twenty-three or fourteen years of age, who was good-looking but unobtrusive, and what stood out was his attitude. He was sitting in a precarious position, shaking a fan in his hand, indifferent in the face of the rampaging man, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"As we all know, archers love melee combat since ancient times, haven't you ever wrestled with an archer?"

He spoke in a tone that sounded ...... I can't say what's wrong, but there's an incomparably sour sense of ridicule.

It is easy for people to make up countless grass and mud horses between the subject-verb and object of his sentence.

"If you dare to laugh at me, I'll shoot you to death!" the big man picked up his iron shovel and smashed it at him.

"Wow——, don't!" the girl screamed in fright.

It's too late, it's too late. The moment the big man's iron wedge hit the young man's skull, it suddenly broke.

No, not broken, but from his forehead and out of the back of his head.

There was screaming in the room. The big man was also frightened and suddenly let go. His shovel was left on the young man's head.

"Oops—" The girl rushed to the young man's side in three steps and two steps. A handle that grabbed the big man's hammer.

"Little lady, ...... you" Seeing that this girl was so cute, the big man couldn't help but scream, for fear of scaring her.

"It's a pity, this fine iron is beaten, isn't it?

The shovel was removed from the young man's head and bent into a convex shape, as if one end was stuck in front and the other was back.

The young man put his hand on his bun and shook his head vigorously, and his long hair was flowing and beautiful. It is completely impossible to see that he was hit with an iron shovel just now: "It's not a pity, this iron shovel can be used to pretend to be a ghost on the Midyear Festival, junior sister, take it." ”

"Okay, this iron shovel belongs to me, what do you say?" the girl squinted at the big man.

The big man finally came back to his senses, looked at the young man in a daze for a long time, suddenly held his face and screamed, and ran away.

"Senior sister, what are you doing here?" the young man finally turned to look at the girl. At this moment, the girl was putting an iron shovel on her head, sticking out her tongue and grimacing.

"Senior brother, give me ......" The girl put down the shovel and suddenly remembered, "Well, why did you forget, Grandpa had an accident! We encountered a big monster killing people in the tea field, Grandpa went up to stop it, who knew that he couldn't beat it at all, he asked me to come to you." ”

"Well, didn't you tell him not to be so prodigal?" the young man subconsciously grabbed his bun and ripped off his entire hair, revealing his large bald scoop painted with runes.