At this time, the fire has reached an irreparable situation, and the surroundings are full of boiling heat, and the taste of burning the heart and lungs is not pleasant, especially for people like the little doctor and Lu Wenping, who have no kung fu foundation, it is tantamount to being tortured by cannons.

After running for two miles, I finally arrived at the Blue Creek Pond, where the mountains and rivers blended, and a waterfall that covered the sky flowed down from the cliff, washing the heat into pieces.

But this is the beginning of the fire, which is already unbearable, if the fire reaches this place, it is inevitable that the entire Blue Creek Pool will not be turned into a pot of boiling water. But the current knots and eyes can't afford to worry too much, and they can only seek a glimmer of life here.

At this time, Chen Bianzheng, who was watching the monstrous fire at the foot of the mountain, smiled strongly: "I heard that there are still one or two masters who can barely be regarded as eye-catching bandits, but with this fire, I am afraid that the immortals can only sit in the clouds and avoid it." ”

Nan Ruoxing, who was on the side, knew that Chen Bianzheng was also a great talent in the martial arts realm in the past, but because after joining the army, he didn't have the leisure to go further in the martial realm. Wu thought about it to himself, and didn't respond much, just looked at the fire from afar, and looked at the three departures that were a foregone conclusion.

The fire continued to spread, approaching the Blue Creek Pond in the middle of the Sanli Road step by step, and after the fire spread, the ground had already burned black and exploded, and the original colorful five-color painting became a gray ink painting, leaving only ashes!

And by the Blue Creek Pond, more than 800 and 300 bandits from the village are all in this narrow gourd mouth boundary, scattered under the waterfall. There are some fat-headed and big-eared bandits in the cottage, and the bloated-looking bandits can't stand the heat of the fire. I jumped into the Blue Creek Pool without taking off my pants early, shouting, "Shuchang!"

Lu Wenping looked at the fire, frowned and said to the second master: "The fire has started, and now it is coming from the mountains and seas, and it is bound to become more and more violent, and it will burn to us in less than an hour." Everyone had to be under the waterfall to let the flowing waterfall come and dissipate the heat. ”

The second master responded with a good voice, and lifted the collar of the little doctor who was still on the shore and threw it next to Wang Jingdao, who was already in the Blue Creek Pond. "I don't know what the water nature of this little doctor is, Wang Jingdao, you can look at it, don't be burned to death but drowned. ”

Wang Jingdao was as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead child, and this little doctor was not only met by Pingshui, but also very wrong, and he couldn't help but slander the second master for really picking people, but he picked him Wang Jingdao.

But Wang Jingdao, who has always been obedient to the second master, did not stand idly by, caught the little doctor, and then lifted the little doctor's head on the water.

"You fucking lost your medicine box and medicine bag to Lao Tzu, can you, when are you still thinking about your worthless herbs? Is it your woman?" Although Wang Jingdao, who pinched his nose and recognized it, did not abandon the little doctor, he was full of unhappiness.

The little doctor looked at the fierce Wang Jingdao and didn't dare to speak, but just hugged the medicine box and medicine bag tighter.

Seeing this, Er Laizi, who was on the side, had no choice but to play a round and say: "The little doctor is a doctor, and losing the medicine is like the third master you lose the knife, understand and understand." But he was immediately hated by Wang Jingdao and stopped making a sound, and sank into the Blue Creek Pool.

The fire is getting stronger and stronger, and there is no tendency to abate, and after a while, the fire is approaching, how can the little doctor who is not familiar with water nature compare to the water nature of this group of bandits, even the acid scholar Lu Wenping can actually swim in the water with ease, without the slightest sign of sinking.

When I entered the water, I was already a little timid, but now that the fire is coming, the heat around me seems to explode into a pot, even if I am floating in the water with a knife and my neck in my hand, I have the illusion of boiling a frog in warm water.

Suddenly, there was an explosion sound from the cliff. "Be careful!" Lu Wenping shouted, but it was too late, a tree on the cliff was burned by the fire and broken, and it smashed straight at the little doctor's head from a high altitude. The little doctor was still in the clouds, but at the last moment, a pair of big hands with amazing strength lay across the little doctor's head, and the burnt waist thick tree smashed on Wang Jingdao's arm like this.

"It's so fucking uneasy!" Wang Jingdao's right hand was already smashed to the ground, but he didn't hesitate at all, but raised his right hand to raise the fire tree high and roared: "Second master!"

At first, the second master was watching the fire from the shore, but did not pay attention to the Blue Creek Pond, until a loud noise made him notice that there was a fire tree falling off the cliff. Seeing that Wang Jingdao raised the fire tree high, he didn't stop at all, stepped on the shore and jumped, and kicked the fire tree deep into the cliff.

The second Laizi who was next to him was almost frightened and fainted when he saw this.

The second master didn't say much, the scabbard clanged, the sword was negative for three years, today the scabbard is one, straight into the cliff, and then a white barrier ripples from the scabbard to both sides, and a sword qi rises from the ground, and the broken fire tree at the cliff explodes everywhere with a touch, and it is difficult to hurt the mountain bandits in the blue stream pool!

The little doctor was in danger and frightened, but he saw that the right hand of this big man was smashed by the fire tree and was bloody, and his skin and flesh were dented. He was anxious to rummage through the medicine box and medicine bag.

"Don't shake around, his uncle, I don't have much strength. Wang Jingdao took a few breaths, looked at the little doctor next to him angrily, and scolded.

The little doctor didn't respond, so he buried his head in rummaging, then took out a herb, raised his head and his eyes were ruddy, looked at Wang Jingdao's gently trembling right hand and the sweat on his forehead, and said cautiously: "I have medicine..."

A fire snake rolled into the mountain on the three leaving roads, and the fire around the Lanxi Pond was now intense, and the original green mountain trees were dried up by the heat, and they ignited when they touched the fire. But the most desperate thing is that the three leaves the road are full of trees, one after the other, the roots are connected, and the leaves are intertwined. Otherwise, it will not be difficult for officers and soldiers to find them as soon as the mountain bandits gather together.

The fire was relentless, and the people around could clearly feel the boiling heat, and the fire was less than half a mile away. Someone began to gasp for air as the air had been thinned by the flames.

Seeing this, the second master stretched out his hand to grasp the void, the sword and the scabbard returned as one, and then pressed the sword in the pool, and the whole Blue Creek Pond was full of ups and downs, like a dragon going out to sea, and then a round of thousands of feet of Milky Way Waterfall flowed backwards, blocking the fire force from the outside.

If this sword-eyebrow presser just wants to live alone, he can go with the sword at any time, but today, there are more than 800 people in Sanli Village, and his survival is in danger, and he has no sign of leaving.

On the side, whether it was a mountain bandit, a scholar, or a little doctor, they were shocked by this heavenly act, and looked at the magnificent swordsman in front of him dumbfounded.

Although Wang Jingdao has never seen this battle, after being frightened, he is proud from the bottom of his heart, our second master has such immortal swordsmanship.

But the second master next to him frowned and spit out a breath of turbidity. The sword is not unsheathed, but the sword energy has arrived.

Only Lu Wenping, who grew up in a refugee camp since he was a child, has seen too many faces like this. Even if you don't know anything about martial arts cultivation, you can know that the second master is now at the end of the strong crossbow.

Chen Bian under the mountain was looking at the fire that was gradually about to burn the entire Sanli Road, and had already ordered the herald beside him to prepare to step up the mountain, and all departments coordinated, without the slightest sloppiness, everything went according to the original plan.

Although he knew that in this fire, no matter which way the immortals came here, it would be a life of death, but Chen Bianzheng, who would not be greedy for merit, knew that no matter which time he sent troops, the army formation should have a meticulous attitude. This is also why Chen Bianzheng has the confidence to deploy troops and generals in the south.

Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, and then it rained heavily, and the torrential rain and the fire collided together, making the slightest sound of poisonous snakes spitting letters. The fire went six or seven out of ten.

Although Chen Bianzheng was surprised, he did not have the slightest worry, after all, he had already burned the three departures, and the mountain bandits had no place to hide, and it was easy for his own troops to attack by taking advantage of the situation. Secondly, whether the group of mountain bandits can survive the fire is a matter of two questions, even if they survive, they should be exhausted now, just a group of remnants.

Then he took the lead in riding his horse, and his subordinates followed closely when they saw this. Vanguard scouts play the striker and spy on the enemy. The Sanli Road is surrounded by mountains, the terrain is steep, and it is not suitable for cavalry to rush and kill, so most of the follow-up dismounts and walk.

And only Nan Ruoxing, who was overwhelmed, and Chen Bianzheng, who was the head of the first army, went up the mountain.

I found a cottage, but there was no trace of the bandits, not even a single corpse. A scout shuttled down the scorched mountain col, knelt in front of Chen Bianzheng, who was sitting on a big horse, and bowed his head and said.

"Revisit. Chen Bianzheng just replied without being salty, and he was not afraid of the pouring rain. After all, now that there are 6,000 elite soldiers in hand, even if the mountain bandits may have some cellars or dangerous places to avoid fire, it will not make this Zhonglang general worry in the slightest.

About two quarters of an hour later, another scout came to report.

"Report, found the footprints of a group of people at a clear lake pond on Sanli Road, and went to the east. ”

Chen Bianzheng chuckled when he heard this, and there were also his own subordinates in the east, and now they were just encircled, catching turtles in the urn. So he ordered: "Tell the troops in the west, without slowing down the search, to go to the east to join our army as soon as possible, and wipe out all the mountain bandits." ”

"Yes!"

On the east side of the road, a group of mountain bandits who were still breathing slowly walked to the east, and the ground, which had been burned by the fire and covered with the ashes of wooden leaves, became muddy after the heavy rain, leaving deep footprints along the road.

And Er Laizi was holding Wang Jingdao, Wang Jingdao was smashed by the fire tree and the bones were visible, such a smash that hurt the muscles and bones, even if the little doctor smeared it with medicine, it only barely weakened the hot burning sensation, but a heart-piercing pain still made the iron-blooded man grit his teeth in pain, and it was difficult to stabilize his body.

Before he walked out of the five-mile road, there was a group of people and horses who stopped and waited, and then almost at the same time, the foot soldiers in the rest of the places also converged, Chen Bian was late, but it was the time when the soldiers and bandits were deadlocked, and it was not too late.

Some of the mountain bandits saw this posture, and 6,000 elite soldiers surrounded them, they were already tired, how could there be any room to fight back, no need to think about it, if they fought, it would be a mermaid's share.

The second master glanced at it, stepped forward slowly, and said to Chen Bianzheng, who was riding a horse, with full of energy: "Let go! The fish is dead and the net is broken, my brother's life is expensive, you can't afford to pay for it!"

Looking at the young man with the sword who walked out of the flames, his face covered with black charcoal washed away by the rain and dirty, said this, which made Chen Bianzheng laugh, isn't this scene a beautiful thing?

"A group of bandits who are about to become prisoners, what qualifications do they have to bargain with me?" Chen Bianzheng smiled even more, disdainful of the bandits who were already dying.

The young man with the sword couldn't see his face clearly, but he didn't panic at all, he just stood on the ground with the scabbard of the sword, pressed the sword with both hands and said indifferently: "Just because my surname is Liu, my name is Nanfeng, and I am from the country of Mexico." And this sword is called 'Fei Hong'!"

The surname Liu is nothing, the name Nanfeng is nothing, the world is uneven, there is a person named Liu Nanfeng, is there anything worth eye-catching?

But if it's from Mexico, it's a different story.

As everyone knows, there is only one family surnamed Liu in one million households in Mexico, and this household is none other than the loyal martyrs of the Three Dynasties who wrote a book "Gengmao Change" ten years ago in Mexico, and the century-old Wenchen Liu family. And now that the emperor of the Mexican State is the emperor, his name has the word "wind", and only the son of the Liu family is named after the former emperor of the previous dynasty, so there is no need to shy away from the name of the prince.

Nan Ruoxing, who has been washed by the rain and has a haggard face, knows well the affairs of the government and politics of various countries. Hearing this, his face changed greatly, and he didn't dare to speak. Of course, he knew that three years ago, in Pengcheng, the land of Gyeonggi, there was a sword that passed through the side of the civil and military officials of the Mexican country, roared through the palace avenue, and hung directly in front of the head of the current emperor of the Mexican country. The civil and military officials were so frightened that they couldn't kneel down for a long time, and even some civil officials did not dare to go to the court to discuss politics after that incident.

Chen Bianzheng, who once entered the hall on the martial arts, learned more about the martial arts since ancient times, inheriting the mantle of Zhang Lidao, the originator of Taoism 700 years ago, and classifying the practice of martial arts as mountaineering. Take the nine-fold mountain, which means ninety-nine to one. Mountaineering nine times, you can enter Taiyi. After Taiyi, you can expect the threshold of luck.

And Liu Nanfeng, a family of scholars and ministers of the Mo Kingdom, although he comes from a scholarly family, he is indeed a genius who ascends to the martial arts. He practiced martial arts at the age of eight and entered the Nine Mountains at the age of sixteen, but at the age of seventeen, he said a sentence that made the martial artists of the world scoff and feel that he was opening his mouth.

"There are ten mountains in the martial realm, I saw it. ”

As soon as these words came out, the sects that originally wanted to win over Liu Nanfeng were discouraged by the major rivers and lakes. Because as long as there are big people in the Taiyi Realm or above the Taiyi Realm in the sect, they all feel that this son is practicing swords and demons, and he has gone astray, and it is difficult to become a big weapon. Since ancient times, it has been the nine-fold mountain to ascend Taiyi, in line with the changes of heaven and earth, and it is also the seven-hundred-year-old Taoist immortal Zhang Lidao's golden mouth, which has been regarded as the foundation of martial arts practice by generations of martial artists, and has shackled martial artists for seven hundred years.

When the martial artists in the world were not optimistic about him, he overcame all the obstacles all the way, and his cultivation seemed to be like a flat river, entering Taiyi at the age of nineteen, and entering the realm of freedom at the age of twenty-three, and when he became a swordsman who could wrestle with the immortal immortals, the martial artists in the world were speechless. Then Liu Nanfeng, who was already famous, was envied in his family and martial arts realm, but he fought in the sword world and became the most comfortable swordsman in the free realm, and Liu Nanfeng, who did not love fame and only loved freedom, never set foot in the martial arts realm again.

And this frivolous swordsman actually rebelled three years ago and hung a flying sword on the head of the emperor of the Mexican dynasty.

When Zhang Li, the originator of Taoism, ascended to the Taoist, he connected the national fortune with the great luck of the Great Dao with his great magical powers. The practice of martial arts is already linked to the luck of the Great Dao, and the emperor of the current dynasty is connected to the national fortune of his own country, and who can sit on the dragon chair is not a person who shoulders the luck of the country? Therefore, since 700 years ago, no martial artist has dared to take the risk of violating the ban with force.

To put it bluntly, the emperor can only be killed by ordinary people, not by some cultivator, and if a cultivator dares to kill, he will be ruined.

This is undoubtedly the great hand left by the Taoist Zhang Lidao to the emperor of the Four Kingdoms Dynasty, but why he left this kind of handwriting, there are different opinions, and no one knows.

may also be because of this stroke, since that sword, Liu Nanfeng, who has overwhelmed the world, has disappeared in the eyes of the world. And it was also at that time that there was an unknown second-in-command who was not a sword and could not be born with a sword.

Chen Bian was looking at Feihong who had a sharp sword hidden in the sheath, he was not a chick who knew nothing about this kind of Jianghu matter, this Feihong sword that once beat the masters of the rivers and lakes to roll all over the ground was Liu Nanfeng's saber back then.

There are also great Confucians who are proficient in writing and ink to mention poems for him: "Life is everywhere to know what it is like, it should be like flying on the slush of snow". And this poem is also the peaceful words of Liu Nanfeng's style of acting at that time.

Nan Ruoxing was a little at a loss, how could he suppress the bandits and kill a swordsman in the realm of martial arts, he wanted to cry without tears. And Chen Bian Zheng is relatively calm, even if he is a great talent in the martial realm? Can he compete with 6,000 elite soldiers? At most, he can protect himself, and if he wants to talk about retreating with his whole body, it is inevitable that Chen Jiajun will underestimate him too much.

The person who pressed the sword seemed to see Chen Bianzheng's thoughts, looked at Chen Bianzheng with his eyebrows and eyes, and said fearlessly: "This sword used to be able to pass through the layers of guards in the land of Gyeonggi in Mexico, and even the royal forbidden army could only watch and be helpless, and then the sword was suspended on the head of the current emperor of the Mexican country, do you think this sword could not be hung on the head of your small border army general?"

Chen Bianzheng's eyes hesitated and swallowed. Then he said in a deep voice to the whole army: "Let go!"

Of course, he could understand the meaning of the sword-bearer in front of him, who seemed to be a young man, but was actually a young man. Even if he can't retreat with his whole body, if he really breaks the jar and breaks, it will be a trivial matter to kill him in front of six thousand elite soldiers, a small martial artist of the Taiyi Realm, and then retreat alone.

"Farewell!" said the sword-presser, putting his sword back behind him.

He is now exhausted, just that breath to hold on, after all, the monstrous fire just now almost destroyed his sword qi to the ground, the foundation is damaged, if it weren't for the heavy rain in the sky, he is not sure that he can save the lives of the whole village.

Chen Bian is looking at the Sanli Road that was originally in control of the overall situation, and was overturned by such a variable and overturned the chessboard, although he was unwilling, but it was not to the point of unacceptability, after all, now Sanli Lu and Suping City are firmly in his hands, as long as the bandits can no longer stay in this realm, it is not a big problem whether they die or not.

The bandits slowly moved to the east and disappeared from everyone's eyes. After about a stick of incense, Chen Bianzheng, who was sitting on a big horse, shouted angrily: "Hmph! ”

Then he sent an order to the army, shouting: "The whole army is urgent, catch up with the bandits, and the crossbowmen will attack far away with arrows, and shovel the grass and eradicate the roots for me." ”

The army immediately changed its formation, the front team changed to the rear team, the foot soldiers with shields in front, and the crossbowmen followed.

Nan Ruoxing was a little confused by this, and asked suspiciously: "Why did you let it go, and you still have to come back with a horse pistol?"

Chen Bianzheng chuckled with a vicious chuckle in his eyes: "Hehe, the Southern Military Division has been cultivating the longitude and latitude of temples all his life, and it is normal to not know some things in the rivers and lakes. This Liu Nanfeng, in the past, was called the most comfortable swordsman in the free realm, he would bargain with others? Now there are only three possibilities, either that person is not Liu Nanfeng, or Liu Nanfeng has committed a crime since three years ago, the sword threatens the emperor, and it is difficult to draw his sword now. Also, the fire just now may have made him powerless. ”

When Nan Ruoxing heard this, he suddenly realized. If it was Liu Nanfeng back then, he would only take the opportunity to immediately make a sword across Chen Bianzheng's head, and talk to Chen Bianzheng in a tone of command rather than negotiation.

The mountain bandits and their group were hurrying to the east without stopping, but because they were in danger of surviving in the flames, they were more or less affected, and the 800 people in the whole village did not have the spirit to walk quickly.

Suddenly, a loud shout came.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Seven hundred paces to the west of the mountain bandits, two thousand crossbowmen fired arrows in unison, and then a thousand arrows came in unison, wave after wave, and in a short time ten thousand arrows struck.

The mountain bandits were overwhelmed by this sudden change, and immediately some mountain bandits fell to the ground, and Wang Jingdao, who could only stagger forward due to injury, was supported by Er Laizi, but he was also at the end. Wang Jingdao watched the dense arrow coming in the rain, his vision was blurred, and suddenly there was gurgling blood flowing on Wang Jingdao's hand.

"Erlaizi," yelled a rough man holding a thin body covered in arrows.

Suddenly, an unsheathed sword stood in the air between ten thousand arrows and the mountain bandits, and suddenly ten thousand arrows exploded. A man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes looked at the Zhonglang general who was standing on a horse eight hundred steps away, and said coldly: "Wait, so daring!"

Then the sword that took off in the air, although it was not unsheathed, but it emitted a loud sword roar like a dragon roar. Suddenly, the crossbowman who was still happy to shoot arrows suddenly exploded on the ground, and the sword blew up a big hole in the same place, and then the Feihong sword, which was not unsheathed, took Chen Bianzheng's head with the scabbard, Chen Bianzheng was shocked, and immediately held the gun and stopped the closed sheath sword. Then the man with sword eyebrows scolded, and the sword was like Mount Tai pressing the top, shattering Chen Bianzheng's silver spear violently, Chen Bianzheng was immediately shaken off the horse, rolling in the muddy rain for dozens of steps, able to stabilize his body, and his armor was stained with mud and was embarrassed.

Chen Bianzheng, who was lying on the ground, spit out blood in a big gulp, knowing that he was beyond his strength, he shouted in pain: "Withdraw the army." His eyes were full of horror and unwillingness.

Even though the general was injured, the Chen family, who had always been strict in military discipline, did not mess up the formation at all, but carried Chen Bianzheng in an orderly manner and quickly evacuated.

Among the mountain bandits, a man covered in arrow feathers, a tiger skin stained red with blood, and a man with a terrifying face next to him hugged him. Er Laizi is now difficult to speak, and he spits blood in his mouth. His eyes gradually dimmed, but he held his breath, and his eyes signaled that the rough man had something in his arms.

The rough man understood, and took out a money bag from Er Laizi's arms, no more, no less, twenty taels.

Seeing this, Er Laizi, who was full of blood, spoke with difficulty, and said word by word: "Filial piety... Filial piety to Sandang... Home. ”

The rough man looked at this second laizi who had been in the cottage since he hit the cottage three years ago, and the two brothers were always scolded by themselves, and he had mixed tastes.

Er Laizi looked at the third master holding twenty taels, and pulled out a smile at this third master who loved money, was lustful and grumpy, but stepped on the horse to avenge his brother.

The rough man saw the dying Er Laizi showing a sincere smile, and his eyes were ruddy. This iron-blooded man actually scolded softly: "Breath!"

Er Laizi smiled even more, nodded with all his might, and closed his eyes.

Because Lu Wenping and the little doctor were at the forefront, although they were not hurt, they were silent when they saw this situation, and they were a little sad in their hearts.

Lu Wenping, who has always seen people talking and talking to ghosts, slowly squatted down and said to Er Laizi: "Brother, it's easy to go." ”

There was once such a teenager in the refugee camp in Suping City, who was not used to seeing others bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and sneered at the ruffians and hooligans in the city, and even practiced swords specifically to fight grievances for the common people, until he felt that he was successful in swordsmanship, and when he raised his sword to beat the group of ruffians to the ground, he was slapped to the ground by others.

Then a three-foot Qingfeng sank to the bottom of the moat of Suping City, and then there was one less swordsman in the city, but one more scholar who was in league with the ruffians. and crossed out the second half of the book's "from good as ascending, from evil as collapsing".

Because he knows that if he can't help others with chivalry, then he will become an evil person, or at least he can be a person who will not be bullied. He deeply understands that from good is like Deng, but whether from evil will definitely collapse, he doesn't believe it!

Even at the banquet where he pushed the cup and exchanged the lamp with Wang Jingdao, he only carefully grasped the words, calling him a brother and a brother, but he was cautious in his heart.

But today, there is one more sour scholar mountain bandit in Sanli Village, named Lu Wenping.

The little doctor looked at the now down-and-out mountain bandits, and was beside him for a long time. I have a great and powerful master, who came here to help the world, was loved and respected, but died.

has always been spit on by the world as a mountain bandit in the evil township, but because of the mysterious swordsmanship of the sword-bearer man, he lived.

The little doctor, whose hair had been disheveled by the heavy rain, walked to the side of the second master who was resting against the stone, and plucked up the courage to say, "Second master, I want to learn the sword." ”

The second master looked at the little doctor with a young face but firm eyes, and asked meaningfully, "Why?"

The little doctor hesitated for a long time, and finally held back his tears and said: "I want to tell the people of the world that there was once a benevolent and virtuous doctor who worked tirelessly to help the world, and that doctor was not a quack doctor and did not rebel. ”

After a pause, he seemed to have made up his mind and said, "And let them believe!"

The man with the sword, who was already seriously injured, gently touched the little doctor's head and smiled: "Yes." ”

If this little doctor just said that he wanted to avenge his teacher, this kind of happy revenge, then of course it is also teachable. But this little doctor who has never been in the world has the idea of wanting to rehabilitate his master, that is, he must teach!

Today, at the Lanxi Pond on Sanli Road, which was originally swept away by the flames and suffered a catastrophe, there is a towering ancient tree that is unscathed for some reason, exuding bursts of green leaf fragrance, and next to the big tree, there is a herb that is not afraid of wind and rain, breaking through the soil, shining on the side of the big tree.

It is an herb seed accidentally dropped by a young doctor while avoiding a fire.