Chapter Twenty-Four: Hongji
The halter of the horse that Fang Zhongjin was riding was pulled by a big monk with thick eyebrows, and galloped all the way along the official road.
The loss is that it is late today, and there are no pedestrians.
Otherwise, whoever sees it will be so frightened that they bite their tongues.
Fang Zhongjin was still a little surprised at first. After the thick-eyebrow monk forcibly led the horse for a while, he also went with him.
This monk is strong in martial arts and simple, this will not be fake.
Since he is going to save people, then he will help from the side.
No matter what kind of Longtan Tiger's Den is in front of you, if you are present, plus such a big monk, it will be fine.
When they got closer, they saw that there seemed to be fire in front of them, and black smoke rose into the air. Sure enough, there was a woman's terrible scream, which kept coming with the wild wind.
Fang Zhongjin heard this scream, and suddenly his heart sank.
The big monk who was pulling Fang Zhongjin's mount had already shouted to the woman in front of him: "Don't be afraid, the poor monk and the heroes of the Huashan faction have rushed to save you!"
He hurried a few more steps forward. I saw that it was a horse-drawn carriage overturned on the side of the road.
A woman sat down on the dirt floor, her face panicked. I don't know if she was seriously injured, so she couldn't get up.
The carriage was carrying two lanterns.
Now the lantern fell to the ground, and the candle inside burned through the lantern paper, and burned along the blades of grass along the road.
The flames grew stronger and stronger, and if the woman continued to sit on the ground and did not get up, she would be burned by the fire in a moment.
When the great monk saw this formation, his heart was also tight. He muttered a few verses and shouted to the woman trapped in the fire, "Don't blame the female benefactor. The poor monk is here to save you!"
After that, he was about to rush into the fire with one of his fierce sons.
But he rushed forward half a step forward, and he felt that his shoulder was firmly grabbed, and he couldn't move for half a minute.
Where did the thick-eyed monk expect this change, and looked back incredulously. It was really the Huashan disciple who grabbed him.
The thick-eyebrow monk flicked his arm and wanted to shake Fang Zhongjin's wrist away, and said, "When is this happening, why is the donor still greedy for life and afraid of death? If you don't go over, the female benefactor will be burned to death!"
There was a real look of anxiety on his face, and even his voice trembled in the end.
But he wanted to shake out Fang Zhongjin's clamp, but he couldn't.
This time, the thick-eyed monk was also surprised. He himself has been born with divine power since he was a child, and his master let him learn the kung fu of being fierce all the way.
And this monk has always been unpleasant in his internal strength. I worked my physical skills.
In fact, there are many martial artists in the world who enter the body by skill, and there are many martial artists who are angry from the body. This great monk is not bright in the east and bright in the west
After more than ten years of hard work, he actually cultivated his internal strength.
Whether it is cultivating inside and outside, or outside and inside, you can eventually reach the state of both internal and external cultivation.
After cultivating his internal strength, this great monk has also practiced hard, and now his internal and external strength are becoming superior.
Among the younger generation of disciples in their temple, he was the strongest in martial arts.
But Rao was like this, he couldn't get out of the grip of a young disciple of the Huashan Sect. It's weird.
Could it be that the Huashan faction has worked hard in the past few years to cultivate such a powerful young generation?
The great monk couldn't help but look at Fang Zhongjin in a daze, and even forgot about the fact that the woman was about to be burned by the fire.
In fact, although Fang Zhongjin's face was not obvious at this time, he was also secretly shocked in his heart.
Among the young people he knows, Jinyi Wei Qianhu Ji Chang'an and Huashan first apprentice Yan Junhao can be said to be the best. But this great monk's strength is stronger than others, but he is above the two.
The thick-eyebrow monk looks like he is only in his early thirties, but he can practice his external skills so strongly. In the rivers and lakes, he should never be unknown. But he looked at it in his heart as simple and good, as if he didn't know anything about the world.
Fang Zhongjin looked at the monk with his eyebrows and asked, "I don't know what the master is called?"
The thick-eyebrow monk already knew that Fang Zhongjin was not a simple Huashan disciple, so he also said: "The poor monk's name is Hongji, it is ......" Halfway through his words, he remembered that his master had instructed him not to reveal his identity easily, so he stopped talking.
It is also thanks to Fang Zhongjin that he doesn't know much about the history of the rivers and lakes, and after listening to Hong Ji's name, he didn't feel anything. He just asked again, "I wonder if Master Hongji has something precious on him?"
This made Hong Ji's heart froze, and his hand involuntarily pinched the burden behind his back, and his eyes were instantly full of hostility.
This also made Fang Zhongjin see that this person did have something valuable.
He sighed and said, "Master Hongji, don't worry, I don't know what you have. I won't do you any wrong. It's just that there must be a lot of people who want to hit you and pay attention. ”
With that, he pointed to the woman on the ground and said, "Don't you go and save her, see if she will eventually get up on her own." ”
The woman, who had long forgotten to scream, broke out in cold sweat on her forehead when he said this. With a panicked and sad look on his face, he said to the Hongji monk: "Master, come and save me." My leg was crushed and I couldn't get up. If you don't save me, I'll be burned to death. Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!"
Monk Hongji saw that this woman screamed miserably, and his heart was flustered. He muttered, "What if I don't save her, and she is really burned to death?
Then he broke free from his arms and rushed to save the woman.
It's a pity that one of his own arms was firmly clamped by Fang Zhongjin, and he couldn't move at all.
The woman who fell to the ground was hung out for a long time, and saw that the big monk really couldn't get out to save her.
She also knew that the time was ticking, so she didn't wait any longer. And from his bosom he pulled out two short knives glowing green. Teng rushed towards Fang Zhongjin and the two of them.
The woman's face was now fierce, and she shouted: "The nosy boy and that stupid monk will die with me!"
This change came very quickly. Before Monk Hongji could understand what was going on, a fist as big as vinegar and platinum had already hit the woman's face directly.
The woman only felt a burst of Venus in front of her. The body flipped and threw himself upside down.
When she stood up again, she felt a sweet and warm liquid in her mouth, and she smelled blood in her nose.
She didn't care what her face had been ruined. ~ with double knives and go up again.
But now that she knew that the great monk was not easy to mess with, she thought about restraining the little white face standing next to him first.
Monk Hongji saw that he had beaten a woman into an inhuman form, and his heart suddenly panicked.
At this time, Fang Zhongjin on the side praised it: "So stubborn!" waved his hand and stabbed the woman who pounced on him.
The woman suddenly saw that her chest~ mouth was pierced in half, and she still refused to believe it.
A pair of eyeballs protruded, looking at the heavy sword in disbelief.
The heavy sword was now held high, holding her entire body in the air.
Looking down the blade of the sword, it was the young man who stabbed himself to death with the sword.
She made a strange noise in her mouth, and finally couldn't support her head, and her whole person hung down softly.