But seeing that Xian Jingyue's free left hand suddenly stretched out, as if picking a flower at will, he snatched Li Weiyao's sword and threw it far away into the fire on the street corner; Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sword in Li Weiyao's right hand was snatched, and in his busy schedule, he waved his sleeve with his left hand, and a short spear with a length of a foot had appeared in his left hand out of thin air, desperately parrying the farewell of the first Jingyue head.

Xian Jingyue saw the short spear that suddenly appeared in Li Weiyao's hand, and his heart moved, and he couldn't help blurting out: "Zhuang Haoming's 'Nine Lives Silver Spear'?" As he spoke, the murderous aura in his heart dissipated, and the parting in his hand suddenly lost its power, making this move "Alone in Huashan" stop in mid-air.

It turned out that Li Weiyao chased and killed Zhuang Haoming in Dongting Lake that day, and was humiliated by Yang Ziliao, one of the "three jackals" under Jiang Wangcai, and afterwards he couldn't think about it anymore, so he secretly ordered someone to salvage Zhuang Haoming's silver spear lost in Dongting Lake, and kept it deep in his sleeve, vowing to take Zhuang Haoming's life with this silver spear and avenge his father. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the silver spear of Zhuang Haoming, the enemy of his father, was sent by the ghost, but it saved his life.

Seeing that Xian Jingyue's move was slightly sluggish, Li Weiyao knew that he couldn't lose the opportunity, and immediately turned back, and the silver spear in his hand carried his internal force of "river backflow" and swung it out, sweeping away all the scattered flames and smashing them all at Xian Jingyue's body. Xian Jingyue hurriedly waved his knife to open the flames that came to his face, and then looked at the inside and outside of this small courtyard, far and near the long street, there were people hurrying to put out the fire everywhere, where was there still a trace of Li Weiyao?

Seeing that Xian Jingyue came to help, he repelled Li Weiyao and his party in the blink of an eye, the masked man tried to straighten his waist from the ground, sat cross-legged, and then said: "Thank you Shaoxia for saving your life, I don't know how Shaoxia ......" She originally wanted to ask the other party's name, but when she said this, seeing that Xian Jingyue's chest was dripping with blood, and the white clothes on her body were burned by the flames, stained with black ash after the burning of grass and trees, she immediately turned her mouth and said: "I don't know if Shaoxia's injury is serious?"

Xian Jingyue had already put the farewell knife into the sheath, and just shook her head when she asked. At this moment, there were people fighting fires all around, noisy and noisy in the panic, and he couldn't care about his embarrassment for a while, and said to the masked man: "And leave here with me, and ask for advice later." ”

The mask's face was hidden behind an ebony mask painted with roses, and the expression on her face could not be seen in the firelight. Hearing Xian Jingyue's words, she seemed to be thinking about the intentions of this white-clothed knight, and couldn't help but be silent for a moment, before she said lightly: "Li Weiyao, the leader of the Jianghai Gang, the Zen Master of Jiuhua Mountain, the deciduous swordsman of Huifeng Valley, the ruthlessness of Lanhualou, and the left and right protectors of the Jianghai Gang, these are all first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, but they can't even take a trick from the young man." It seems that Shaoxia is so powerful, I don't know what can serve Shaoxia in the future?"

Since this masked man was discovered by Xian Jingyue's daughter, he no longer used that low voice to cover up, and resumed his original female voice. Now in this noisy fire, it sounds crisp and beautiful. Xian Jingyue had a lot of things in her mind, and she didn't know how to explain it to her for a while. Seeing that the giant man who was holding her before had been burned into a pitch-black mass of charcoal by the fire at this moment, but he had never made a sound from beginning to end, Xian Jingyue was suspicious and frowned slightly.

The masked man saw that Xian Jingyue did not answer, and said in a low voice: "Don't be surprised by the young man, thanks to the help of the young man today, no matter what the young man commands, the little woman should also ...... should also do your best to repay the great kindness of the young man. It's just that my legs, since I was born, have not been able to move......"

When Xian Jingyue heard her words, it suddenly dawned on her, no wonder this masked man had been sitting on the shoulders of the giant man, even if he was burned by the flames, he had never moved, it turned out that he was disabled, and he couldn't help but be shocked again, even more surprised than he had found out that this rose thorn was actually his daughter's body. Seeing that the fire around was gradually under control under the busyness of the people, Xian Jingyue knew that he could not stay here for a long time, and he didn't care about saying much at the moment, so he bent down and picked up the masked man, learned the previous posture of the giant man, and let her sit on his shoulder.

The masked man seemed to be stunned for a moment, and after half a sound, he said in a very low voice: "Thank you......" Xian Jingyue raised his hand to support her waist, and was about to walk out of the courtyard, and immediately remembered another thing. He turned around and walked back to the small courtyard, and picked up the stack of silver tickets that the Zen master had snatched from the beggar disciples next to the corpse that had been split in half, and then strode out of the courtyard, reaching out to hand the silver ticket to the woman he had rescued from the fire, but he heard the masked man on his shoulder whisper: "The young man must not ......"

Xian Jingyue was slightly stunned and asked, "Why?" The masked man seemed to smile behind the ebony mask, and said in a low voice: "Shaoxia's heart is naturally excellent, but the people who live here are poor people, and they may not even be able to eat a full meal every day. Sometimes maybe just for a few steamed buns is enough for them to throw away their dignity and even fight for their own lives. Therefore, if Shaoxia leaves so many silver tickets to this family, he is afraid that he will ......"

She didn't continue, but Xian Jingyue had already understood, and her heart suddenly sank, not knowing what to do. The masked man on his shoulder whispered again: "This world, with the little strength of Shaoxia and me, it can't be saved. Anyway, I have been living in this Yueyang City for a long time, and when it comes to this matter, I will naturally renovate their homes for them another day and find a way to compensate for their losses. So Shaoxia doesn't have to worry at the moment. ”

Xian Jingyue said that she didn't expect this notorious rose thorn to say such a thing, looking at the ebony mask on her face outlined with a rose, Xian Jingyue's heart jumped inexplicably, and quickly stuffed the stack of silver tickets into her hand, and strode towards the end of the street.

The masked man on his shoulder saw that Xian Jingyue didn't speak, and immediately stopped speaking, and when Xian Jingyue turned two streets, away from the noisy fire, in the quiet night, the masked man said to himself: "Shaoxia took me along the way, but I still wear such a mask, it's really rude." I think this mask is still well removed. As she spoke, she moved her shoulders slightly, and she took off the ebony mask on her face.

In the dark night, Xian Jingyue didn't dare to look at her face, and when she was slightly stunned, she vaguely remembered the way she was going, so she started her light work and went in the direction of the tea shed that she had agreed with Yan Sidao.