Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 57: Top of the torch

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This night, it was raining heavily!

In the dim twilight, I can only hear the sound of the water pouring from my ears. From the front to the sky, in the vast wilderness, all the embarrassed drops in the rain, broken, converged into a turbid stream.

A black boot, stepped on the turbid current, splashed a curtain of water, and looking up, a man tightly wrapped under the hat of the unfolded hat looked coldly at the rugged mountain road in front of him.

His light skills are extremely extraordinary. Even in such bad weather, he can jump freely between the cliff boulders. The slippery stone wall was stepped out of a shallow stone pit by him, just like an antelope, walking in On a steep mountain road.

He looked around. Several indistinct shadows, not far away, were also dressed like him. The man slightly raised his head and looked at the looming hill in the distance in the rain at night. It was the main altar of the Ming religion, the site of the Holy Fire Valley, and they were less than ten miles away.

During the night, dozens of such travelers are heading towards there. A young man in Tsing Yi walks in front of them, holding a light oil paper umbrella in his hand, but no matter how violent the heavy rain is outside, I just can't squeeze into this tiny oil-paper umbrella. This Tsing Yi person is dry.

The man next to him has no such good luck. Even if the cover is strict, Huang Shang's body is a little damp. He raised the hat on his head and shouted: "Du Du, although today is a month Round night, but the weather is so bad, I'm afraid it's not the time! "

"It's great! After a while, you don't have to worry about washing the floor!" Chen Ang walked in the heavy rain with an umbrella and smiled slightly: "The rain can cover a lot of things, some traces, some things that will happen. Yes, what is happening is quietly proceeding in the rain. Under this heavy rain, there is always something to happen, some are us, some are others. "

"Rain is the best cover for sin!"

Huang Chang frowned, and some did not understand the meaning of this. Suddenly, he found an inconspicuous bright red in the water under his feet, and looked at it along the traces of the water. Aside. On the pale face, a pair of eyes were wide open, full of daze and confusion.

"Du Du!" Huang Shang exclaimed in horror.

A blast of thunder was not far away, and under the sparkle of electricity, those faces with unshakable eyes appeared extraordinarily grim and weird. Not far away, a Ming disciple was penetrated by a long sword, nailed to a tree, and a pair of tigers died Looking deadly in front of him, there was pain, anger and a nameless sadness on his face.

"This kind of wound is so cruel, so fierce!" Huang Shang looked up and said with emotion: "The person who holds the sword, the internal force is not deep, but the sword is fierce, fierce, but far beyond. General masters, this style can only be done by assassins! "

"This is not only an assassin, but also a woman." Chen Ang looked at the sword wound and said lightly: "It is a very beautiful and thoughtful woman. She is like makeup, fine and delicate. With his sword, there is such a neat wound. "

"It seems that we have encountered some interesting things."

Rainy night, homicide, woman, and door-to-door duel, let the water of Mingjiao begin to muddy without fierce shaking. Some things are quietly fermented by the arrival of Chen Ang and others.

Chen Ang looked at the brightly-lit Mingjiao altar and smiled slightly, obviously in the heavy rain, but let all vigilant Mingjiao disciples who watched and patrolled, turned a blind eye to him, stepping on the accumulated water step by step and entered the tightly protected altar in.

Everywhere he passed by, Mingjiao disciples' eyes would be a bit dull, and easily controlled by the people in the back. Silently, a large part of the Mingjiao patrol system was missing.

A Mingjiao congregation, fell silently, replaced by Long Xiangwei in a bright red flying fish suit, Chen Ang just like this, step by step close to the Mingjiao altar, the lights are brightly lit here tonight, The swaying candlelight even projects through the thick screens on the Chen Ang outside the door.

Inside, there was a violent quarrel, and a violent loud voice shouted loudly: "This can't be done like this, no! Blood debts must be repaid with blood! We reversed it, and that **** raised. Court, revenge Brother Shi! "

"Shut up!" Fang La scolded angrily: "Fang Jie, sit down!"

He glanced around, the bustling church members in the hall, looked at their indignant eyes, clenched weapons, a long sigh, closed his eyes, listening to his heartbeat, and blinked in the room, It was a silence.

For a long time, Fang La only said bitterly: "Before this matter is clear, all of you must not make a conclusive conclusion."

"What else is unclear?" Fang Jie couldn't bear it, leaping out of the people around him, and said: "The dog officer hurt the Shifa king, and after a few days, the king will ascend to heaven, the fact is not yet Is that clear? What we want is revenge! Ask the court for justice! "

"What fair?" Fang La sneered. "The court killed the anti-thief, what justice do you want?"

Fang Jie was stunned for a moment, but he did n’t expect that his uncle would say this. His uncle ’s will against the imperial court has always been the most determined. How can he become like a Zhaoan faction now? He stiffly said: "It's fair to kill the dog officer!"

"Mingzun came into the world, the world was peaceful, and the court of the Song dynasty rebelled against it. It caused public resentment, and the world was not peaceful, so we obeyed the doctrine to bring the Mingzun into the world, so that everyone in the world is equal and enjoy peace. Is our justice! "

Fang La turned and looked at the people, saying one by one: "For this justice, everyone lay down their lives and forget their lives, and throw away their lives, and died in the hands of the court, is it not a matter of seeking benevolence?"

This sentence sounded like, "The court killed me with great righteousness. I raised it with a fair banner. Isn't it a matter of your life and death? Are there any complaints? Do you still want the court to give us?" Can't make a living? "

People clenched their long knives, angry, and turned into all kinds of firmness.

"Master Fang said well! We are the relationship between you and your life. It is normal to have casualties with each other. If all of this is fair, it is really ridiculous." A cold voice came from outside the door.

"Who is it?" Fang Jie shouted. Pang Wanchun next to him pulled open the four-stone iron tire bow. A sharp arrow broke through the air and shot straight out of the door. The front arrow broke the door, and the sound of the bow string sounded. Between the lightnings, the deadly arrow.

The voice outside the door chuckled, and the door squeaked. A blue shadow came, holding a fine iron blade in his hand. Chen Ang smiled and said: "Aren't you waiting for me?"

"Dog officer, you dare to come over, today, I will revenge for Brother Shi!" Fang Jie looked at Chen Ang, full of resentment and deep jealousy.

Sometimes, supporting a person ’s “justice” is the kind of resentment and jealousy of injustice. They hate injustice, not so much the hatred of injustice itself. The hatred of beneficial objects.

When they become the target of this kind of benefit, they will maintain this kind of "unfairness" tenfold.

Chen Ang sighed slightly. From the perspective of the cultists like Fang Jie, looking at their wishes and enlightenment, Mingjiao is nothing more than that!

He looked at Fang Jie, smiled, and said lazily: "You want to avenge Shi Bao? Then you can find the wrong person. Since I spared his life, why would I bother to kill in great trouble He? A person like him, I did n’t take it seriously. "

"Brother Shi was injured in your hand, and the serious injury was incurable. It wasn't you who did it. Who else?" Fang Jie asked angrily: "Will it be our own, you ..."

"I'm afraid you misunderstood my meaning!" Chen Ang interrupted lightly: "You think I'm explaining to you? I'm just saying a fact, do you believe it, what do you do with me? That is The choice you make, and I, just decide the result of your choice. "

Chen Ang doesn't care about the attitude of all people. If the mantis is a car, does the car need to care about the mantis' attitude? It just gives a result. He said that the fact is not an attempt to change the attitudes of others, but a habit of seeking truth from facts. It is also ‘seeking truth from facts’ in response to other people ’s reactions.

They are calm and have nothing to do with Chen Ang. If they are impulsive, they are crushed.

"Indiscriminate!" "You are looking for death!" The Mingjiao congregation in the hall was irritated by the unmanned attitude of Chen Ang, and screamed loudly, especially the few grumpy believers, who were just about to move.

Fang La's eyes were swept away, and these people were honest, but some people were reluctant to say: "The court dog officer, kill my brother, I should be guilty of death, and I must not let him go!"

As soon as this statement came out, there were many people who responded, and Fang La sighed: "The court of Ming Dynasty, water and fire can't be tolerated, you and me are your standpoint of life and death. Today's war is imperative. The death of Shi Bao, I have already concluded It ’s not for this unjustifiable crime, but for you and us, with different positions. "

"That's exactly what happened, I finally met a clear person." Chen Ang smiled faintly: "Master, please!"

The voice was not falling, the figure flickered suddenly, and there was a loud wind, Chen Ang was still the same, but the whole person moved like a sky, and the ghost moved to the door. In the rain at night, Chen Ang held an umbrella and stood quietly. Waiting.