Fourth shift, on the side of Phoenix Mountain, Gutong Temple.
When the breeze picked up, the sound of the city's barking could be heard faintly in the darkness, and between the ancient cities, the occasional lights flashed like a UFO.
In later generations or another period of time and space, this mountain ridge that will become the palace of the Southern Song Dynasty is now only in the suburbs of the city, not far from the city wall, and does not appear prosperous. Gutong Temple is not a big Taoist temple. When the army entered the city, it suffered a looting. Taoist priests ran and died. Later, it was occupied by the rebels of the three religions. The temple also has a new owner, and its function and appearance still maintain the appearance of the original Taoist temple, but naturally there are no people who come to visit.
The hillside where Gutongguan is located is only a small forest away from the place where people live, but now it is a forbidden area that is difficult for idlers to approach. people are gone. People who have nothing to do with the outside world can probably find out that there is a group of soldiers called Quenching Battalion stationed here. Tuo.
On top of this, even within Fang La's army, not many people could find out who the final backstage of the quenching camp was. The Quenching Battalion is a new establishment. In the Fang La Army Department, which is full of intricate relationships, it is difficult for unrelated people to figure out who it belongs to. It is quite related in itself. There are no high-profile actions, and there are not many people who are interested in it.
Only occasionally when the wind is strong, there will be some sounds that are blown out along the wind on the mountain. To the outside world, it sounds like a whimper, like a ghost crying, and like a woman’s cry. The city of Hangzhou has only experienced the baptism of war, and there are countless dead people, many of which are still in the category of cold bones. There are not many people living around, and there have been no rumors of hauntings for a while.
At this time, it is only the fourth watch, as the saying goes, the first watch is human, the second watch is gong, and the third watch is ghost. The fourth watch thief, the fifth watch chicken, this time is the darkest time before dawn, and people are already tired. There are not many lights in Gutong Temple, only dim light spots are faintly showing, it is quiet and quiet, as if it has already fallen asleep. Here in the woods. A figure carefully avoided the various traps set by the guards and quietly sneaked into the Taoist temple over there.
Although the ancient Tongguan is not as good as those real famous mountains and grand views, the area under its jurisdiction is not very small compared to ordinary people, with only one courtyard in front and back. The three- and two-story buildings are still quite large. At this time, there were not many people patrolling inside. The infiltrator in black was not tall, but he was agile and agile.
Perhaps it was because there were not many people in Hangzhou at this time who would make a move here, although there were people patrolling around the Taoist temple. There were not many guards inside. A Jianghu man in a Taoist robe sat beside the door and fell asleep with his head bowed, and the door opened a crack. There was a dim light seeping out of it. The man in black thought for a moment, then moved forward quietly, pushed open the door, and sneaked in. Once inside, he was a little stunned.
The woman's cry came like a tide. Not much sound. But probably because there were so many wailers, the sobbing came together. This is still in the fourth watch, and I don't know what kind of scene it will turn into during the day. On this side of the door, the lights are dim. This was originally a hall, but at this time both sides were made into cell-like compartments, some were houses, some were just fences.
The men in black walked in along the aisle. The cells on both sides were covered with straw, and a young woman was locked inside, with chains on her hands. Some were ragged and disheveled. They were stained with blood, and they didn't know what kind of abuse they had been subjected to. Most of these women near the door had already fallen asleep, and some had their eyes open and their eyes dull. In the late autumn season, they were still half-naked and groaning blankly, their bodies in disarray. Unbearable, it is estimated that he has contracted an injury and is already dying. There was a stench of blood and **** in the air. At the end of the hall was the statue of Sanqing that had been smashed in half, and behind the statue, there were the voices of laughter and curses from men and pain from women.
The man in black was actually only a 13- or 14-year-old boy. He could probably understand the meaning of these things, but he had never experienced it before. For a while, he was a little dazed. After a while, he gritted his teeth and trembled slightly. He stopped walking in and slowly started to back up. After a few steps, he stopped again. Looking at the locks on the cells, he felt a little overwhelmed. At this moment, the sound of the night wind pouring in from the rear whimpered in a low voice.
He froze for a moment, the door was originally closed, which means... it is now open.
When I turned around, the wind was blowing, and my head suddenly buzzed!
"who."
The boy in night clothes flew out of the gate, the mask was torn in the air, and blood had been sprayed from his nose and mouth.
At this time, there were five people who appeared here, including the guards outside the door that had been dozing off. They were led by a small leader, and they suddenly shot. The most damaging thing was the scabbard that was swung on the boy's head. Since the winning ticket was in hand, the little leader didn't shout "Who?" The boy fell to the ground and fainted. Someone drew a knife, and another said, "It's a child? Do you want to warn me?"
"Look… "
Shadows fall from the sky!
The five of them can be regarded as people in the rivers and lakes. The moment they hit the boy, they have followed them out, and they are in the corridor outside the gate at this time. The black shadow suddenly landed in the middle of the five people, and a right fist slammed into the wind like a raging tide, hitting the temple of the person in front of him. In an instant, the entire face of the person began to distort, with wave-like impact lines. The blood with broken skin and bones spread instantly from the head.
The shadow's shot is like a roaring thunder, waving, striding, spinning, smashing the monument, wielding the sword light, and training like a wild dragon. He stepped on the calf of one of the people. This person was slightly shorter. He was imprinted on his head by the hand of the extremely violent smashing tablet. He smashed his body out on the bluestone corridor like a ball, and when he was walking next to him, a knife was pulled out. The extremely violent sword slashed his face, broke his neck, and shattered his chest. The leader finished saying the word "look at", but he couldn't shout out loud for a while, the figure had already bullied him, and a palm was in front of him. enlarge.
dull sound.
The outer wall of this hall is made of hard bluestone. The little leader was pushed back two steps by the huge momentum, and the back of his head was smashed on the bluestone, and his skull was probably shattered. That palm twisted his nose and mouth, pushing his body off the ground. In the end, it became clear in the eyes of this little leader that it was the young man's fierce and cold eyes like a beast and the figure who was not quite burly. That gaze was fixed on him until the last moment.
Chen Fan stabbed the steel knife into the opponent's stomach, watched the opponent's eyes slowly twist one hundred and eighty degrees, and then let him go. Under the roof at this time, two people were beaten to death by his fists and palms, and two were split open by an unbelievably strong sword technique. At this time, he shot with all his strength, and one of them was hit in the head and neck. Another was hit in the neck and chest, and the bones were split. Except for the crashing sound of these people's bodies being poured out, there was almost no other sound. As soon as he let go of the corpse in his hand, he immediately turned around and carried the boy on his back. He took out the cloth strip, tied it on his back, glanced back, and strode out.
The five people couldn't shout out loud, but the initial movement had already alarmed the people nearby, and a figure rushed forward. Shouting: "Who is it!" The steel whip in his hand slammed down on Chen Fan. This man was short and fat, like an iron tower. It is also very powerful, but Chen Fan just grabbed the steel whip with one hand, and his body was still walking forward. "Ah ah ah-" in his mouth, he drank loudly, his face flushed with blood. But brush it up. The tiger's mouth cracked, Chen Fan kicked him in the heart, and the steel whip swung down.
Blood shot, the fat man covered his head, staggered back and fell to the ground, Chen Fan walked over. Two more figures appeared on the side of the courtyard. He thought for a while, then turned to face the fat man again, and then again. In front of the two of them, he smashed the fat man several times in a row, and then he turned around and went out.
The defensive power in this Taoist temple has been completely awakened, but the Taoist temple itself is not large, Chen Fan went straight to the front, walking straight ahead, seemingly walking under his feet, but actually faster than a galloping horse, and he reached the main entrance in a blink of an eye. Two soldiers with knives were guarding the gate. Chen Fan hardly slowed down and rushed towards the already broken gate.
On the side of the woods outside the Gutong Temple, two figures, one big and one small, were looking at the commotion inside with some doubts. At this time, it was Ning Yi and Zhuo Xiaofeng who had tipped off the news. It turned out that the group of students who opposed Ning Yi in the school were also vying to do some great deeds to show that they were better than those of Professor Ning Yi's children. Comparing the two sides, the various inquiries and investigations did not converge. At this time, there were too many messy things in Hangzhou City. This time Zhuo Xiaofeng and others accidentally found a name that they could not mess with. Time also diverged. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Among them, a child named Chen Teng, a talented artist, is bold, and despite Zhuo Xiaofeng's dissuasion, he decides to visit Gutongguan at night. He can find a way to persuade him.
But Zhuo Xiaofeng came too late after all. They came here and failed to stop each other, and then they found that there was a riot in the Taoist temple. At this time, they naturally could not have imagined that Chen Fan had been following the movements of the two groups of children in the academy from the very beginning. After watching for a while, I saw the gate of the Taoist temple shattered, and a figure rushed out from the broken wood with two guards in it. One of them was pierced by a steel knife in his chest and rolled on the ground a few times. The other was not dead yet. , was dragged by the figure with one hand, turned a few times, and then held his neck under his armpit, running, and twisted it like a chicken.
Breaking doors, running, killing people, and discarding corpses at will, the speed of this person did not stop at all, but it seemed that he was carrying a person behind his back. At this moment, a bunch of fireworks rose into the sky.
A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops meet each other.
This is the warning signal from the spectator to his companions. The fire light vaguely found the outline of the figure that rushed out. The two sides were actually close. Ning Yi looked at it, backhanded Zhuo Xiaofeng, and also tried to escape down the mountain. , ran for about a hundred meters, and someone suddenly approached in the dark: "He Fang thief, how dare you..."
"Look at the knife!"
This was probably a soldier who saw the fireworks coming back from nearby. Zhuo Xiaofeng was already stunned, but Ning Yi gave a low voice and waved his hand out. With a slash in front of him, with a puff, a packet of powder The thing covered the opponent's upper body, the man waved the knife frantically: "cough... puff... what..."
"lime powder."
After Ning Yi finished speaking, he was already close to the other party and cut him into the weeds with one knife.
Chen Fan was not far from here at this time, and as soon as the sound came out, he noticed it. Ning Yi cut over the man, and Chen Fan had already heard the voice, but hesitantly, he made a few gestures towards this side, Ning Yi pointed to his side, Chen Fan nodded, and led the pursuers from the other side. Running down one side.
"Walk."
Turning back to greet Zhuo Xiaofeng, Ning Yi continued to run towards the original road. Zhuo Xiaofeng was slightly stunned when he saw the neat and neat way of killing this gentleman from the academy. No matter how dissatisfied they are with Ning Yi because of what happened when he fled, Ning Yi's image in the academy is that of a scholar after all, and an extremely orthodox scholar, the kind who is knowledgeable, has no power, and mixes with the government." "Blood-handed slaughter" and so on, although people have mentioned it, it was only considered a joke later. It was only at this time that he finally saw the bloody side of him, but he was only slightly hesitant, finally reacted, and hurriedly followed.
However... It seems a bit despicable to smash people with a lime bag, but looking at the casualness of Mr. Ning's shot just now, he seems to be very open and upright... Thinking of some Jianghu sayings I have come across, this small A little confusion flashed through Zhuo Xiaofeng's mind, but after all, it was important to escape for his life. After a while, the thought was thrown out of his mind...
The noise, the fire, gradually approached, and then drifted away, and then on the side of the city, it caused a small-scale commotion. Dawn is approaching, stirring a pool of spring water...
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At 90, the sun has risen. A group of soldiers gathered outside the Gutong Temple, and inside the Taoist Temple, at this time, there were some relatively formal Taoist priests and Taoist nuns. The fighting scene in the view remains the same. A middle-aged Taoist man dressed in a yellow Taoist robe who seems to be somewhat immortal is walking in while checking. He has a warm face and a slight smile. He looked very angry. Behind him were several people with different appearances. Among them, the most striking one was the big man on the left who looked like a black iron tower. There were scars everywhere on his face and body. This person is Lu Tuo, the fierce king of hell. He was originally entrusted to be stationed at this time, but he was called out to a banquet last night. He never came back, and this happened unexpectedly.
"Ah... ok, ok... whipping, killing... all the way clean and neat... ok, ok, ok... smashing the monument, it's okay... Look, the knife skills are a little worse... Except for his strength, the cook can chop better than him. Well... there is nowhere to be powerful..."
The middle-aged Taoist at the head seemed to be judging the battle along the way, sometimes admiring and sometimes ridiculing, with relish, until he finished reading the five corpses under the eaves of the main hall. The Taoist priest turned his back to the crowd, took a few steps back, looked at the half-closed door, and seemed to be thinking about something. He reached out and patted the wooden post on the right, then pulled it back, clenched his fist and snorted coldly. breathed.
Lu Tuo in the rear has endured for a long time, and said at this time: "Tianshi, do you know who came over last night, I saw this place, I was not there last night, it was my dereliction of duty, you tell me who he is, I will kill got him!"
The Taoist turned around and waved Fuchen, still laughing: "Who is it, I don't know. When speaking and doing things, there must be evidence and rules, but..." He reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, "... There is a chance."
After saying this, he raised his head, stood under the eaves, squinted his eyes slightly, and didn't know what he was thinking. There was a lot of vicissitudes in the bones of the fairy style, and it seemed that there was a little bit of depression. For a moment, Shaking his head with a wry smile.
If Ning Yi was here, he would also recognize his identity, because he was the one who met once at the Hundred Officials Banquet.
Now in Hangzhou, he claims to have the most money, the most guys, and the most brothers, and he will not refuse anyone who comes down.
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