"Mr. Meng, can we discuss this further?"

Liu Zongbing looked humble, like a tenant who owed rent begging the landlord, trying to talk softly to Lao Meng. If the winner Lao Meng really took away this money, it would be fatal.

Lao Meng secretly spit, Liu Li can't afford to play with him!

He sneered and said: "In front of the feudal lord and Lord Gao, I, Lao Meng, am also a bachelor. I will give you 5,000 to Lao Liu, and I will take away 10,000. We agreed to slap and stare at each other, but

No more messing around."

"Okay, okay, let's go to the bridal chamber with the bride!"

Liu Zongbing was about to cry at this moment. After all the soft talk, Lao Meng had already given him 5,000 yuan. He couldn't even afford to do anything hard.

Meng Yishan felt refreshed and pulled Lord Gao and staggered out of the General Military Mansion. If he bet a thousand taels, he would laugh in his dreams if he won.

In front of the General Military Mansion, three carriages were lined up. Several soldiers were carrying boxes and cages of silver. When the boxes and cages collided, they could hear the sound of the silver ingots inside, which made the bandits feel sad.

Super addicted.

Lao Meng, who had made a fortune, was greeted by the guards and got into the official sedan. He joined the ceremonial guard of Lord Gao and went away carrying the money.

After the gambling game ended, Mr. Liu was holding a piece of Pai Gow in his hand. He was in a daze and sat on his chair dumbfounded.

He had really committed a crime against Meng Taisui that night. He couldn't get into the wedding room as a newlywed, and he lost his military pay in gambling.

The carriages and horses rustled, and the silver carriage drove across the Luoyang Bridge.

Lao Meng and his party were walking on the road. Meng Yishan had not slept in the middle of the night and was not tired. He was sitting firmly in the sedan chair and chatting happily with Lord Gao who was riding outside.

"This money trick is really harmful to people! I think something is going to happen to Liu Li."

Gao Changtai thought that it was you who could prevent him from getting into trouble. The Marquis said angrily: "His money may involve military pay. You took 10,000 taels, so you might get into trouble with him."

"That won't happen. I, Lao Meng, am a believer in Buddhism, and I have the blessing of Buddha!" ​​Meng Yishan said: "You said that if I make Liu Xiaogui's money, I will get into big trouble, then I will take the majority of the money from Luoyang's largest

If you have a hand with the Buddha, everything will be fine."

"Is our prince short of money to do things? I, Lao Meng, volunteered to donate seven thousand taels and give away most of it. I just want to see if the people behind Liu Junmen have the ability to get the money back from the prince."

Marquis Gao was a little speechless when he heard this. You just picked up some ghost money and stuffed it into the merit box in the temple. What kind of genius are you!

Seeing that they had turned one street further and arrived at the gate of Weiyuan Hou Mansion, the team and horses stopped, and the official sedan also stopped. Lao Meng was so surprised that he opened the sedan curtain, and saw everyone staring at Luoyang Mansion in a daze.

In the direction, the horizon is bright red.

The fire shone brightly, and thick smoke pillars soared into the sky. Three or two houses near the government prison were on fire. With the north wind, the raging tongues of flames rolled up everything that could be burned, and the snow on the roofs was baked.

It turned into water vapor in the blink of an eye. With the sound of crackling, some house beams began to burn, and the red light lit up the dark night sky.

Jie He successfully completed the task of arson. He originally wanted to rush into the prison and let the prisoners run away, but because of Zhou Laosi's voice, the people inside lowered the iron gate and could not get in. By no means.

The only option was to do the next best thing, light the fire stored in my arms and throw it at several houses, watching them burn.

This fierce monk also prevented people from putting out the fire. He would kill anyone who came close to the fire scene. In a short time, he had already frightened two teams of soldiers who came to put out the fire. A group of people sent people to carry weapons, but they all stayed away from him for fear of fear.

Got chopped by this crazy monk.

The fire was not put out well, and it started to burn in the blink of an eye. Jie Hui picked up the steel knife, and the blood stains on the knife became even brighter red when reflected by the fire. The monk brushed the blood stains with the sleeves of his monk's robe and roared! The tiger has entered the sheep.

They rushed into the crowd like a crowd, killing each person with a knife, and the killing method was skillful. They were not like monks but like butchers, bullying the weak and bullying the servants.

In the excitement of the commotion, there was a large area of ​​​​empty space all around. The sounds of crossbows and crossbows were heard one after another, and the angry voice of Luoyang Magistrate Li Chongyi sounded in the distance: "Shoot on the spot!"

The arrows flying in the air were as dense as locusts and as fast as a shower, and they all shot at the monk Jie Ai in the center of the arena. No matter how strong his martial arts skills were, fear arose in his heart. He lowered his head and neck, turned the blade over and drew a circle on top of his head.

Arc, Gutou Bao Nao Knife, the basic skill of swordsmanship.

After trying hard to dial, arrows fell all over the ground. His solid cultivation saved the monk's life, but he accidentally protected his lower body and was hit by two stray arrows. One hit the knee and the other hit the thigh.

Blood immediately spurted out from the wound, splashing wet the leggings under the monk's clothes.

The rain of arrows stopped sparsely after the wild shooting. The crossbow is not a bow and arrows, and the loading speed of iron arrows is slower than that of a bow, but the damage at close range is the strongest. Magistrate Li did not expect that anyone would shoot so densely.

He survived, but suddenly he didn't have time to order another shot.

This gave Jie Ai a chance to survive. The monk had true energy to protect his body, and the wound was not deep into his flesh. He immediately used his qi to seal off the blood in the injured area, quickly took off the outer monk's robe, and just grabbed the robe.

In his hand, a second wave of arrows flew over like a wasp coming out of its nest.

Holding the sword in his right hand and grabbing his robe with his left hand, he avoided angrily dodging and firing countless flying arrows. However, when the wound on his leg moved, he felt a burning pain, which affected the performance of his body skills. Not long after, he was hit again in the crotch.

An arrow shot, causing his body to freeze in pain! If he hadn't gritted his teeth and waved his monk's robe, he would have almost been shot with holes in his body by the subsequent attack.

When he was escaping from the rain of arrows, he was also observing where he could break out of the encirclement. He found that there were at least thirty or fifty crossbowmen surrounding him. He was so angry that the monk shouted angrily, cursing in his mind that these crossbow arrows were free of charge? He fired hundreds or even thousands of them, but none of them were still there.

Say hello to me!".

He didn't know that Li Chongyi had been holding back his anger since he took office as the prefect of Luoyang. After Hua Die'er and the Bailian sect rebels attacked, he began to train the officers and civilians to equip them with crossbows and organize them to defend the government office.

When he encountered the thief monk Jie Hui acting alone here, Mr. Li became furious and asked someone to fully cock the crossbow, hoping to shoot him into a transparent hole.

Magistrate Li was gritting his teeth and instructing the crossbowmen to fire arrows. The head watchman who ran from a short distance away gasped and reported: "Sir, the two rows of houses next to the prison are on fire, and the guards inside have not yet run out.

, the fire is getting bigger, what will the people in prison do?"

Mr. Li regained his composure and ordered: "Send twenty people to the front to put out the fire, and ten people to carry water and sand. Let me keep shooting the rest!" He added: "Quickly release all the prisoners to avoid the fire. If you want to take advantage of the opportunity,

Anyone who escapes will be killed."

Seeing that after two more consecutive shots, the monk was about to be nailed to death. Knowing that his life was in danger, Jiehe took advantage of the fact that some crossbowmen withdrew to put out the fire and the arrow rain became weak, he desperately rushed towards the east courtyard wall.

Yi Tu climbed over the wall and found his birthplace.

The road that usually seemed just a few steps away now felt so long. I just ran away, and when I had no time to protect myself, I was hit by two more arrows, both of which hit my back. The pain on the monk's face was so painful that the muscles on his face were distorted.

, I knew in my heart that I might not be able to escape, and the moment I jumped on the wall, I would be shot into a honeycomb.

Many streets and alleys in Luoyang City were ignited with raging fires. People who woke up from their sleep rushed out of their homes with their families and dependents, crying. There was a lively commotion in the Yamen. Without government organization, it was difficult for the people to effectively arrange manpower to rush for the people.

fire.

In the Zhurong disaster, no matter the rich or poor, all the houses that were engulfed by the fire were reduced to scorched earth. There were sparks on the remaining rafters, green smoke was rising from the tiles, and the red light rising from the flames illuminated the whole city and went straight to Niu Dou.

In order to cooperate with the secret invasion of Prince Yi's palace tonight, the lay disciples of Bodhidharma set fires everywhere in the city, attracting the attention of Luoyang officials and people. Once the city was in chaos, it was easy to retreat safely.

The situation in Yangxin Pavilion is tense. Neither the Shaolin monk nor the three masters from Yi Wang are sure to completely overwhelm each other.

It was Wang Fo'er who was the first to break the confrontation and said to Zen Master Xue'an: "Why are you here, Master Xue'an? If you want to harm the prince, we will risk our lives to stop him." His tone was very strong.

Zen Master Xue'an's white eyebrows trembled and he said solemnly: "The poor monk came here to give a warning to King Yi Qiansui not to raise an army on his own and do many unjust things. Otherwise, the monk will commit murder and be willing to go to the living hell after death.

I want you to splatter blood in front of the hall." His eyes, as long and narrow as a flying phoenix, were full of evil aura.

The prince was unmoved, he just looked at Xue'an with sharp eyes, showing no mercy.

Wang Jiaoxi cut into the center of the two people's sights at the right time, guarding against Xue'an's possible attack.

But he ignored the Vajra Wisdom and Compassion. Under the cover of the broad monk's robe, the tall old monk poured too much energy into his left hand, trembling slightly, almost reaching the point where he could not spit out his anger, and was ready to strike that thunderous blow.

At this extremely tense moment, a harsh bell rang "dang dang", and Zhu Zhanlong's face suddenly became very ugly. The bell was conveying a warning, and it was made by a bell buried in the East Pavilion not far away.

The mechanism was triggered because it was the military base where King Yi collected his manuscripts.

There are military and political map documents such as the "Map of the Eight Passes and Capitals" and the "Roll of the Military Chariots of Henan Province" hidden inside. If someone steals it, all the arrangements of King Yi in the territory will be clearly visible.

Generally, the leakage of military aircraft can be changed, but like dangerous checkpoints and places where food can be stored and troops can be garrisoned, a single move can affect the whole body.

King Yi said angrily: "Get it for me, life or death!"

The three masters' hands were like thunder, and they cooperated closely. Wang He poked Xue'an's chest with one finger, Wang Jiaoxi followed up with a punch, and Lu Yunpeng used both hands to use the flower-piercing willow style, and all attacked the monk.

Xue'an shook the soft rope in his hand into a circle, flew into the air and hit the three people on the opposite side. He neutralized the three people's attack with one blow. However, his body swayed and he took two steps back.

The strength of these three people, even if they are Shaolin masters, has to give in to the edge.

Xue'an looked solemn, took back the Shocking Dragon Rope in his hand, grabbed the tip and bent it into a semicircle, shouted softly, and waved his arms! The white light burst out like a soaring dragon, and the six-foot-long rope flew out and used a "whip throwing gesture"

"Duan Liu" angrily struck out. The violent air flow made the three masters cautiously switch from offense to defense.

He stood still and refused with his fists and palms. "Crack!" The energy spread out, and the ash on the beams rustled down.

King Yi was horrified. Just as he was about to speak, the aftermath of the energy struck him, knocking the prince down more than a foot and leaning against the wall. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Xue'an's face turned red and she gasped slightly. The three people in Prince Yi's Mansion each took a step back. At this moment, Vajra Zhibei waved his robe sleeves and threw the "Devil-Suppressing Vajra Sword" that had been charged for a long time!

The sword light flew towards Zhu Zhanlong who was standing against the wall with a sharp roar.

Wang Fo'er, who was closest to him, saw the situation and jumped forward. He reached the range where he could almost feel the cold sword energy. He jumped up and raised his legs and kicked the sword spine with the "Kuixing Shooting". The green light was pushed away by the force of his legs.

, the upward laser shot broke through the roof, and went out of the house with a roar and disappeared without a trace.

In his haste, Wang Jiaoxi kicked the sword away. The force of the sword was so strong that his legs hurt, and he temporarily lost the strength to leap.

Zhibei grabbed the dagger in his right hand and was about to take the opportunity to step forward to attack when he was suddenly interrupted by a long and anxious whistle coming from outside.

After Xue'an responded with a whistle, he hurriedly said to Zhibei: "Wuche has met a master, go and meet him quickly."

Zhibei held the dagger in both hands and said calmly: "I will cut off the queen."

Xue'an nodded, jumped out of the window in a flash, and ran towards the direction indicated by the whistle.

This time, several monks broke into the palace at night, and their main purpose was to kidnap the little prince Zhu Ju and steal the defense map of Henan. As for the plot to assassinate King Yi, it was purely a temporary move.

The original plan was for Xue'an and Zhibei to hold off the royal masters as much as possible, while Wu Che was responsible for arresting people and stealing the pictures.
To be continued...