As soon as Xian Jingyue had this thought, he kept an eye on those beggars in secret. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info those beggars are very clever, although the rules of the beggar gang since ancient times are "news does not sell the two masters", but now the whereabouts of this rose thorn is not only extremely hot, but also extremely hot, so as soon as the silver ticket arrived, a few beggars quietly slipped out, for fear of being stopped by everyone and asked.

Fortunately, Li Weiyao was in a hurry, and everyone hurriedly followed him, forgetting these beggar disciples for a while, Xian Jingyue immediately followed them quietly, and passed through several streets one after another. Seeing the beggars' footsteps wandering into an alley by night, he hurried up a few steps and jumped lightly onto the wall of the alley.

As soon as he got up to the wall, a blood-red glow suddenly rose in the alley, but an old monk was waving the robe in his hand and sweeping towards the beggars. But every time the old monk's blood-red robe was waved, a beggar answered the voice, and in an instant, several beggars were killed by the old monk in the alley.

Suddenly, Xian Jingyue didn't have time to rescue her. He remembered that this old monk was clearly one of the dozen or so people who went to Songcui Tower with Li Weiyao, but for some reason he didn't go with Li Weiyao, but appeared in this alley.

The old monk killed all the beggars with his robe, and when he said "good", he bent down and groped around the corpses of the beggars. But for a moment, I saw him take out a stack of silver tickets from the tattered clothes of a corpse, which was the money given by Li Weiyao's subordinates to buy news. The old monk put the silver ticket into his arms, and sneered at himself: "Ami, you are a Buddha, a few little miscellaneous hairs, since you have no ability, don't learn from others to do business." ”

Xian Jingyue on the wall heard him read this sentence "Ami, you are a Buddha", and immediately remembered, this old monk is the Zen master on Jiuhua Mountain, and he has always had a very good personal relationship with Li Weiyao. Then the Zen master took back the silver ticket, and then he carried out light exercises and galloped north, first Jingyue waited for him to go a few zhang, and then he followed on his heels, and cautiously followed behind the Zen master.

At this time, the night sky was already pitch black, and it happened that there was no light of the stars and moon tonight, and it was almost impossible to see the five fingers. The two of them dodged the lights in the houses along the way, and quietly shuttled through this Yueyang City, one like a vulture predating, the other like a falcon flying fast, and in less than a cup of tea, they had already run for several miles.

It must be known that although Xian Jingyue's sword technique is ancient and modern, in comparison, his internal strength and light skills are far behind, and he can't even enter the eyes of first-class masters. The Zen master is good at martial arts, and he follows and follows like this, but he doesn't follow too closely, but tries to control it within a distance of ten zhang. As I was on the way, I saw that the lights of the houses on both sides gradually decreased, and then disappeared completely, and the surroundings disappeared into darkness, but they arrived at the slum area in the north of Yueyang City. The Zen Master who was running ahead suddenly flew up and jumped into a dilapidated courtyard on the side of the road.

You must know that in the night, there is not a single light in the houses around this slum, and it is dark black as far as the eye can see, but there is a dazzling fire coming from this small courtyard. Xian Jingyue was born poor, and knew that these people living at the bottom were willing to spend money to buy oil and light lamps, and every day was made at sunrise and sunset, so although it was only time now, they had already gone to bed to rest, waiting for tomorrow's hard work. Right now, this dilapidated courtyard with fire is naturally not an ordinary family.

At that moment, Xian Jingyue looked around in the dark, and it was vaguely seen that not far from the small courtyard, there happened to be a dilapidated archway, and I don't know which dynasty and which generation set it up, and it had already been eroded by wind and rain to the point that it could not be shaped. He immediately slid out a few steps, climbed up gently, hid his figure behind the archway, and probed through the gap into the small courtyard where the Zen master had jumped into.

As soon as Xian Jingyue had arranged herself, she heard a man in the small courtyard say in a deep voice: "If Your Excellency doesn't show up again, then you will blame Li for being rude." Xian Jingyue heard this familiar voice, so she raised her eyes and looked into the small courtyard, only to see that the person who spoke was indeed Li Weiyao, the leader of the Jianghai Gang, and beside him was a group of more than a dozen people, holding five or six torches in their hands, all of them looked solemn, surrounding a hut in the courtyard.

After Li Weiyao said this, he exchanged glances with the Zen master who had just arrived, knowing that he had retrieved the silver tickets paid to the beggars, and immediately put his mind at ease. He turned his head to stare at the hut in the courtyard again, and shouted in a low voice: "Your Excellency hides his head and tail like this, what kind of hero is it?"

Seeing such a situation in the small courtyard, Xian Jingyue couldn't help but be a little surprised. Could it be that the rose thorn who killed the court officials and even listened to the heavens would actually hide in a hut in the slums of Yueyang City?

I only heard a low voice in the hut say: "Since Gang Master Li has the ability to find this place, why should he stay outside the house to drink the cold wind and dare not enter the house?"

Li Weiyao, who saw the firelight, sneered: "Hehe, your Excellency's organ skills are not so powerful, I think that in the Yueyang Mansion that day, I can let Li's father-killing enemy run away, it is really eye-opening." At this moment, Your Excellency invited me into the house, did you want to use the hidden arrows in the house to hurt people? Hehe, such a small skill of carving insects dares to be displayed in front of me?"

As he spoke, he raised the torch in his hand and said fiercely: "If Your Excellency hands over Zhuang Haoming's relics today and informs me of Zhuang Haoming's whereabouts, Li will no longer pursue this matter, and the grievances between the two sides will be written off from now on, and they will not disturb each other." Otherwise, I'll burn down your room and see what powerful tricks you have left. ”

The hoarse voice in the house seemed to be unmoved, and laughed in a low voice: "It is said that the Jianghai Gang relies on water to draft water, and where there is water, the wave flag can be fluttered in the wind, but when will you use 'fire' to bluff people? ”

Although Li Weiyao has some straw bales, he is the leader of the Jianghai Gang, and he can't show weakness in this situation. He immediately shouted, "Then as you wish, I will burn the whole street first, and see if you can't get out." ”

There was a low laugh in the house, and he said, "Don't say that this street, even if the Li Gang Leader burns down the entire Yueyang City, what does it have to do with me?

The first Jingyue behind the archway heard this, and then he was sure that the rose thorn in the house was undoubted, and he was thinking about how he should come forward, but he heard Li Weiyao say loudly: "My Jianghai Gang will do what he says, and Li will do what you wish!" When the words fell, he took the lead in throwing the torch in his hand, but he threw it on the thatched roof of the neighbor's house in the small courtyard. Seeing that Li Weiyao took the lead in setting the fire, the people around him also threw out the torches in their hands one after another, setting fire to the houses around the small courtyard.