Due to the wind created by Gun that fueled the storm, this catastrophe burned almost half of Linyi. The monks who had just come to the meeting hurriedly took their swords and fled to the four directions, but the flames kept pressing behind them and pursued them relentlessly. Countless monks who had no spiritual strength were defeated in the battle with the fire and were swallowed up by their lives. .
They flew through the villages and towns near the Confucianism Gate in the Shangxiu Realm along the way. Those people didn't know what happened. Seeing the fire in the direction of the Confucianism Gate, they dragged their families and wanted to run away, but how could their flesh and blood legs be? Have you escaped the molten fire
"father!"
"Daddy-Daddy!"
Everywhere they passed, they were all crying. Xue Zhengyi and others had expanded their weapons to the maximum, and they were full of people from the upper repair world.
Mrs. Wang kept comforting: "Don't cry, don't cry, sit in there, be careful, hold each other, don't fall again..."
But no matter how big the iron fan is, it can only get so big. There are so many people in the towns that pass by, and they can't be saved at all. Xue Zhengyi knelt in front and bent over to pull another crying child, but only As soon as he exerted force, the iron fan couldn't bear it anymore, and it swayed violently. He had to let go and watch the tear-stained face full of hope being thrown away instantly below.
Rao is a tough guy with strong bones, and he couldn't help crying: "Why? Why? If a person is wronged, should so many innocent people be buried for him?" And Luo, "Isn't there enough chaos in this world? People who died in vain... aren't there enough..."
Mrs. Wang's eyes were also red. She hugged the two rescued children to the left and right. After the two children's parents put them on the iron fan, she didn't have time to come up. In the end, they were all swallowed up by the fire, and the children kept crying. , Madam Wang hugged them and kept stroking their hair, trying to comfort them, but she didn't know what to say.
She looked back and saw that there were more than a dozen monks behind them, many of them had been caught up by the flames, and some had fled in other directions from the beginning, Chu nightning and Mo Ran were not here, she With tears in his eyes, he silently prayed for the safety of the two in his heart.
Not far away, Xue Meng, who was still in a coma, was held by Jiang Xi, and the firelight shone on his facial features Zhou Zheng's face. Jiang Xi's gorgeous sword was not good at bearing weight, and buzzed under his feet.
Jiang Xi glared at Xue Meng with disgust. He has had the idea of throwing this kid down and burning it several times, but seeing the pleading eyes of Mrs. Wang on the iron fan, he still had a gloomy face and pursed his lips. Not letting go.
Xue Zhengyi cried, and wanted to pull a younger child who might be able to carry it, but although he had the heart, the iron fan was powerless.
When he released a hand that had been held again, Xue Zhengyi almost collapsed. He knelt there, curled up, and broke his liver and intestines because of the weakness of his own strength... However, at this moment, the silver-red streamer flashed, Jiang Xi waved his hand, his sleeves flashed with light, and raised the girl that Xue Zhengyi could no longer bear to his sword.
The beautiful and dazzling long sword, the Snow Phoenix, hummed even louder.
Jiang Xi didn't have a good temper. He raised his leg and kicked it, and said sternly: "What are you shouting? If you want something, stand still for me, and wait for the fire to burn you."
Xuehuang really stopped, carrying Jiang Xi and the other two, and flew forward silently, but the slender hilt looked really laborious, as if it would break at any time.
Jiang Xi flew to Xue Zhengyi's side, glanced at him with great disgust, and scolded: "What is there to cry about, a man? If you can save it, you can save it. If you can't save it, why bother pretending to be."
Madam Wang: "Senior brother..."
"Why, did I say something wrong?" Jiang Xi sneered, although he was extremely handsome, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth was mean and vicious, which seemed particularly inhumane, "If you hadn't gone with him back then and stayed in the lonely moon night, you wouldn't be able to handle it now. Without the power to bind a chicken, you can't even control your own sword. If you free up your position, your husband, this hero with a heart full of life, can save one more person."
Mrs. Wang seemed to be stung, lowered her face suddenly, slowly closed the eyelashes curtain, and didn't say a word again.
In the opposite direction to them, far away, the long sword burned by the ink has also expanded to a great extent. In addition to Chu Wanning, there are also ordinary people in the upper repair world who are rescued.
Those people were shivering, tears flowing, and they stared blankly at their homes being swallowed up by the sea of fire and razed to the ground. The flames reflected the crystal tears in their eyes, and they closed their eyes and wept.
In such a dignified atmosphere, the ink burned silently and never said a word. Unlike Xue Zhengyi, he didn't do any extra struggle. Knowing that it was impossible to carry more people, he no longer looked at the villages and towns rushing past and crying.
"The sea is in front." The eyebrows frowned slightly, "Master, where are we going?"
"Go to Feihua Island, can you hold on?"
Feihua Island is a small island in the upper repair world closest to Linyi. Mo Ran nodded and said, "I can hold it, but I am not familiar with the East China Sea. It will take some effort to find it. Master, you look at them. , let them wake up, the sword is too crowded, if they fall asleep, I am afraid they will fall."
Chu nightning said: "Okay."
The ink burned the sword for more than an hour. When the sea level rose with a thin light of the sun, and the sun rose in the east, they broke through the clouds and saw a ring-shaped island that was not too big on the sparkling sea.
Feihua Island has finally arrived.
Although this island is under the jurisdiction of Confucianism, it is desolate and sparsely populated. Most of them are scattered fishermen who rely on the sea for a living, and there is only one big family. They all saw the fire at Tianbian Rufengmen across the waves of anger. They were apprehensive and didn't know what happened. Many residents looked around in the yard, lest there be a vision in the sky, they dared not fall asleep.
When dawn broke, the vision did not reach them, but there was a long sword carrying a group of people, and they landed on the wet beach. The leader was a tall, handsome man with mottled cheeks. Bloodstains, obviously experienced a fierce battle.
There are no monks on Feihua Island, only ordinary people live, so when they see him, they are a little scared. I don't know whether he is good or evil, and why he came here.
"Ah, why are their faces black..."
Someone whispered, looking at the men, women and children behind Mo Ran.
"It seems to have escaped from the fire... Did it come from Linyi?"
A sturdy fisherman approached bravely and asked, "You...are you from the Confucianism?"
"The top of life and death." Mo Ran handed the child in his arms to Chu Wanning. The child was too young to support him. In order to prevent him from being squeezed down, Mo Ran held him on the way to Yujian. , "Something happened to Confucianism. These... are all residents of Linyi. The fire is too hot, and the sword's load is limited. It can't save much, I..."
He spoke half to himself, and when he looked up, he saw the dazed appearance of the fisherman. Only then did he realize that he was speaking too quickly.
How can these people from Feihua Island know what fire robbery and sword control are
So he pursed his lips and said warmly, "I'm sorry, I'll talk to you in detail later." He turned his head and glanced at the bewildered and embarrassed crowd behind him, "Can you get them some food first? and water?"
A dangling child who lost his parents was panicked, slowly rubbed against the ink-burning leg, and stretched out his small hand to helplessly grab the corner of his robe.
Mo Ran lowered his head and lowered his eyes, touched his hair, and said to the fisherman: "I'm really sorry, I'm disturbing."
Most of the residents of Feihua Island are honest, and soon someone brought tea and snacks to them to eat. The ink burned briefly and told the islanders the whole story. Those people couldn't close their mouths for a long time, staring blankly at the endless flames on the horizon.
"The Confucianism Gate... is all burned out?" Some people couldn't believe it.
"Sect Master Nangong has passed away?"
The ink burned: "It's not a fairy, it's taking Ling Chiguo and being taken to other places."
"What is Ling Chiguo?"
"that is… "
Chu nightning stood beside him, watching Mo Ran slowly explain to the fishermen, but he did not come forward.
He looks a little inhuman, and his eyebrows are naturally dyed with frost and snow. If he is asked to negotiate with the villagers, the result will not be better than the burning of ink.
In his arms, the sleeping child woke up and saw a cold, unfamiliar man holding him. He couldn't help but cry, and then he burst into tears.
Chu nightning glanced at Mo Ran and saw that Mo Ran was still surrounded by villagers and could not get out, so he was a little helpless, and habitually said to the child with a face on the floor: "Don't cry."
The child screamed even louder, and kept shouting, "Daddy, A-Niang... I want Daddy, I want A-Niang."
"Don't cry." Chu nightning coaxed bluntly, "You, don't cry."
"Wow - A-Niang... A-Niang..."
Chu nightning had no choice, holding him in one hand and wanting to lift it up and touch his hair with the other, but the child didn't want him to touch it at all, and leaned his head back, a red face full of tears and snot: "I want my mother, I want my father, I want to go home..."
This is really helpless. Chu nightning has never coaxed a child, and he doesn't know what to say. He can't help but think about what he should say in order to comfort this little guy a little, but when he falls into contemplation, his brows are unconscious. Wrinkled up, the whole person is like water in a box, and the black iron is cold.
The child was crying so hard. When he was kicking and struggling, he suddenly saw Chu Wanning's face, and he suddenly choked. He was so scared that he didn't say a word, just bit his lip, and his tears were like broken beads. Roll down.
Chu nightning suddenly thought of something, unbuttoned the Qiankun bag with one hand, took out a glutinous rice candy from it, peeled off the candy paper, and handed it to him.
"..." With tears in his eyes, the child snorted comically, looked at Chu Wanning, and then looked at the candy in his hand.
His mother had told him a lot of stories about coaxing children to be obedient since he was a child. Among them, there were many vicious and terrifying monks who were going to confuse the disobedient children with drugs and arrest them to make elixir.
The child silently burst into tears and stared at him, suddenly terrified.
Chu nightning didn't know what the other party meant, and stared back at the child blankly, holding the glutinous rice candy in his hand.
He has phoenix eyes, with slightly higher eyes and slender tails. Although this kind of eyes is good-looking, when he is not smiling, he has a arrogant and judging attitude. Even if he smiles, these eyes will add a bit to him. Wildness like a rose thorn, with provocation and arrogance.
But not everyone can bear this arrogance, so although Chu nightning's face is handsome, he is not born to be liked by strangers.
Not to be liked by children.
"Eat." When he was on the sword, he saw Mo Ran appease a few little guys with candy. He did the same, but didn't understand why it didn't work.
The child pursed his lips, hesitated, shivered, and then slowly shook his head.
… he doesn’t want to be made into an elixir…
"you… "
Before he could finish speaking, the child had endured it to the limit, and burst into tears in fear.
Chu nightning didn't react, and still held the glutinous rice candy blankly, and whispered: "...It's very sweet."
What he wanted to say was that sugar is sweet, but the child also linked the "you" that he had said halfway to before, and it became "you are quite sweet". After thinking about it, he felt that this Taoist priest He must have used himself to concoct pills, and he was going to concoct himself into a very sweet elixir. He was so frightened that he cried out loudly, and his cry was extremely fierce.
Chu nightning froze: "..."
The author has something to say:
Restore the small theater today~
"Three Wild Guides"
Meat Bun: Hello everyone, welcome to the Confession copy Feihua Island, here is our wild guide Xue Mengmeng to announce the precautions and warm reminders of this attraction~
Xue Mengmeng: You are the fucking director.
Meat Bun: Because tour guide Xue abused the referee and was fined to attend, please ask Mr. Chu Wanning, the No. 2 wild guide, to announce the precautions and warm reminders of this scenic spot.
Chu nightning: I refuse to confess.
Meat Bun: Because the tour guide Chu did not cooperate with the referee and was fined to attend, Mr. Mo Ran, the No. 3 wild guide, would like to announce the precautions and warm reminders of this scenic spot for everyone.
Mo Ran: Although it is a copy of the confession, it will not be confessed immediately. If you are impatient, you can wait for a few days before watching~ Haha~ I know that some friends think that I have got a big deal, and I also think so. The meat bun said that it would not be given to me. The knife will be launched first, because the plot is based on the outline, the knife will not stop once it is fired, and the decisive battle volume is full of knives, so before the decisive battle volume is ushered in, let’s have some sugar that will never look back.