The best waste god

At the moment of thinking, the group had already bypassed several private houses. At this time, the whole sky was bright red, there was no wind and the trees were moving, and the noise was in the square behind the small wine shop.

I saw that the doors and windows of the small wine shop were tightly closed, and there was no sound. The bartender and shopkeeper inside was obviously afraid of trouble, so he didn't dare to poke his head out to see what happened.

Nangong Haotian ran to the front of the small wine shop to take a look, his heart was shocked suddenly, and his expression couldn't help but froze.

Because, the vast and luxurious mansion managed by the Nine Finger Jackals was not only engulfed in a raging sea of ​​fire, but there were also nearly 200 people standing around the mansion, pointing and pointing, but no one put out the fire.

What shocked Nangong Haotian the most was that there were still a monk, a monk, a beggar, and a vulgar standing in the center of the square.

The monk was about seventy years old, with frosty eyebrows and a silver beard, holding a golden eight Buddhist staff, wearing an apricot monk robe, and a woven golden cassock.

An old Taoist with a gray beard, also in his seventies, wearing a nine-beam crown, a purple satin robe, a golden oriole belt, a long sword in his back, and a whisk in his hand. The fire was tranced.

The old beggar is unkempt, with big eyes, rags reaching knees, and straw sandals, holding a half-purple and green seven-jointed bamboo in his hand, his mouth is tightly shut, and his eyebrows are furrowed, as if he is full of thoughts.

The man in ordinary clothes is the most special, and also surprised Nangong Haotian the most, because he has five black beards, and his face is as white as jade. Silver sword, he also stared at the sea of ​​fire with a dignified expression.

Just when he was stunned, Si Yunyi, who was following closely behind him, was startled, and hastily stretched out his hand to hold Nangong Haotian, and said in a low voice: "Young Hero Nangong is not good, the silver-clothed swordsman is here."

"Don't say he is a swordsman in silver shirt, or a swordsman in gold shirt. This fire has also burned away his reputation in the past." Nangong Haotian kept moving, and suddenly broke free from Si Yunyi's right hand, and said in a deep voice.While talking, continue to walk forward.

Liu Qianwen, Wei Xiaoying, and Aunt Shan hurriedly followed up and stopped Nangong Haotian from going forward to meet everyone.

However, the four silver-clothed swordsmen standing in the field watching turned around to look at Nangong Haotian in surprise.

When the four silver-clothed swordsmen saw Nangong Haotian and the others, they all frowned, and all of them looked puzzled. They couldn't figure out why this handsome young man brought two young girls, an old woman, and two old beggars. And several fishermen?

However, just as they were stunned, Nangong Haotian looked at the nearly two hundred monks, Taoists and beggars standing around the sea of ​​fire, and shouted loudly: "Under Nangong Haotian has arrived, you can come here, there will be no more escaped alive."

Amidst the loud shouts, the 200 people turned their heads in surprise, and many of them had already rushed towards this side first.

When the four silver-shirted swordsmen heard that it was Nangong Haotian, they couldn't help being a little surprised.

The old monk wearing a gold-woven cassock declared a Buddha's name loudly, and said: "Amitabha, old monk Faming, I am the elder of Shaolin..."

The old Taoist also said: "Poverty Tao Jingde is a disciple of Wudang. Is this young hero Haotian Shaoxia, the son of the two heroes of Nangongzhuang in the northwest mountain area?"

Nangong Haotian was already more than two feet in front of the four of them, standing still, holding his sword in front of his chest, not intending to return the salute at all, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I have already signed up just now, and this is Nangong Haotian , I heard the tone of the speaker, everyone seems to have come here just to find it..."

Seeing Nangong Haotian's rude appearance, the silver-clothed swordsman said in a sullen voice, "That's right, I came to see you."

Nangong Haotian smiled coldly, pointed the handle of his sword at the burning house, and asked in a cold voice: "Since you came here to look for me, you both killed and set fire, and why, don't you know there are children and women inside?" ?"

The swordsman in silver shirt was so ashamed when he was asked, he was speechless.

Master Faming of Shaolin Temple hastily said: "The murder is in chaos, it cannot be stopped in time, the fire is strange, I don't know who set it off..."

Nangong Haotian snorted, withdrew the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword he was pointing at, and said, "Master also admits that you are a group of mobs with neither organization nor leader?"

As soon as the words were uttered, the old beggar stared at Nangong Haotian angrily, and shouted angrily: "Shut up, you bastard, you dare to be rude and dare to speak out to offend Master Faming of Shaolin Temple."

The blushing Master Faming waved a comforting gesture to the old beggar, signaling him not to complain about Nangong Haotian.

However, Nangong Haotian didn't appreciate it at all, he stared at the old beggar coldly, frowned slightly, and asked calmly, "Which one are you?"

The old beggar said angrily: "The old beggar's surname is Bi, and I'm five. People call me Yuyan Biwu."

Nangong Haotian snorted coldly and said, "You'd better change your name to Yuyan Bishi."

The old beggar's complexion changed when he heard it, no one should say anything before, he pointed at Nangong Haotian with a trembling hand, and asked sharply: "What do you mean by that!"

Nangong Haotian twitched the corner of his mouth, and said sarcastically, "Because from now on, your fate has come to an end, Bi Shi, you must die, hahaha."

Although the words were funny, but because of the tense atmosphere, no one laughed because they found it funny, and looked at Nangong Haotian with a strange look on his face.

Yuyan Biwu was suddenly furious, he couldn't help but put the green bamboo stick in his hand, gritted his teeth, worked secretly, made a rattling sound all over his body, stared at Nangong Haotian with resentment, walked forward slowly, and said in a hateful voice: " You ignorant child, you can be said to be daring..."

But before he finished speaking, Si Yunyi, who was ashamed to see people, suddenly stepped forward a few steps, and hurriedly stopped him: "Master Bi, please calm down, this is a misunderstanding."

The old beggar Bi Wu was taken aback, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Si Yunyi gave a wry smile, and said shamelessly, "Young brother is exactly Si Yunyi who has been missing for several years."

At this time, nearly a hundred monks, Taoists, beggars and lay people had already run over from all around, and there were still many people coming after hearing the news.

"Ah, it's Uncle Si... ah, it's Uncle Sect Master..." When everyone heard Si Yunyi, many cheered.Amidst the cheers, more than [-] people rushed to the field.

Master Faming, Daoist Jingde and the silver-shirted swordsman hurriedly surrounded Si Yunyi, and the old beggar said in surprise, "It turns out that it is the head of Si, and we are all here to rescue you?"

The silver shirt swordsman nodded, and continued to ask: "Who else are there?"

Si Yunyi was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He hurriedly pointed at Lin Jinxiong sideways, and said excitedly, "There is also the Second Master Lin of Dananzhuang..."

Hearing this, some of the disciples from the Diancang School who rushed over heard this and shouted excitedly: "The great owner of Dananzhuang is also here, Second Martial Uncle!"

Lin Jinxiong asked excitedly with tears in his eyes: "Where is my elder brother? Where is my elder brother?"

Someone had already run towards the front of the fire and yelled loudly: "The big villa owner, the big villa owner, the second villa owner has escaped from danger and returned, and has returned with the head of Si."

Then came an excited voice, asking in surprise: "Where is the second owner? Tell me, tell me!"

The person who only listened to the report said excitedly: "Over there, Master Fa Ming and the others are questioning the second owner and the head of Si!"

Master Faming and others also turned around and followed the sound to look at the place where the words were spoken.

Nangong Haotian, Liu Qianwen and others raised their eyes and saw a middle-aged man in his forties with a sword, and two or three strong men running towards this side with eager eyes.

When Lin Jinxiong saw the middle-aged man with the sword, he cried "Big brother", flew over and hugged him, and Wei Xiaoying on the side also called "Uncle Lin" and hurried over.

Aunt Shan walked a few steps to Nangong Haotian's side, and introduced in a low voice: "Master, this middle-aged man with a sword is Lin Tianxiong, the owner of Great Nanzhuang."

While talking, Lin Tianxiong, who was crying with Lin Jinxiong, had already found Wei Xiaoying, stopped crying and asked in surprise, "Xiaoying, why are you here?"

Wei Xiaoying looked at Lin Tianxiong with tears in her eyes, and replied, "My niece is also here to find out where my father is."

Lin Tianxiong let out a cry of surprise, and asked with concern, "Have you ever found it?"

Wei Xiaoying shook her head and cried, "No, I heard that my father has been sent elsewhere..."

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard Si Yunyi here, and said angrily: "The culprit is the culprit, and the culprit is the culprit. Since they have already said that the nine-fingered jackal has been killed, why do you have to kill him?" Are they going to kill them all? Is murder and arson also something that our faction can do?"

Nangong Haotian and Liu Qianwen followed the source of the sound, turned their heads and saw Si Yunyi was scolding the twenty or so strong men standing around them with an angry face.

Master Faming of Shaolin Temple, Taoist Master Jingde of Wudang School, as well as the swordsman in silver shirt and Lao Zaizi, all looked awkward and a little embarrassed.

Seeing that Jiang Zhongzhao was also dressed as a fisherman, Bi Wu said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Jiang Zhongzhao snorted, and said proudly: "Xiajiang Zhongzhao is the chief martial artist of this place..."

As soon as the Chief Martial Master uttered the three words, there were nearly [-] monks, monks, laymen and beggars around him, causing a burst of discussion and commotion.

"He turned out to be the Chief Martial Artist of this place. Could it be that he is the most powerful person here?"

"No, you see that they all center on the young man standing at the front, it seems that the real master is that person!" Someone retorted.

"I think so, but who is that person? Judging from his young age, he looks quite talented, with a tall and straight figure. I don't know if he is a descendant of a chivalrous person."