Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 228 Sword Qi and Xiao Xin
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A town is a collection of countless hearts.If fueled by the will of each individual, the town becomes a bonfire of the will of the people.This bonfire has character and fantasy, and it will recognize, destroy, and preserve something by itself.

The stories and legends that have been widely circulated in many places will suddenly disappear when they arrive in other places; a mountain that is too ordinary may be able to distinguish ignorance from civilization; devastated.

In the city of Cangzhou, there was a wave of "killing gods and destroying Buddhas" in the dark.From officials and servants to peddlers and pawns, their attitude towards the Taiping Road or wandering monks has obviously increased a bit of hostility.

They are obedient and obedient in the open.When the officials asked about the whereabouts of fugitives Murong Yan and Bai Feng in Taipingdao, they tried their best to perfunctory; the traffickers and pawns would no longer give away clean food to the monks who begged for help.

Secretly, they tried every means to help the Peaceful Way: such as dripping laxatives into their meals, and laying mice on their beds, these small tricks were just a prelude; It is not so strange that the road bandits work together to strangle the Taoists of Taiping Road.

It can be seen that the anger of the world is not a temporary fire, and now only a gust of east wind is needed to multiply that spark into a prairie fire.

Although the Taipingdao is not a rabble, and with the blessing of various masters, small gangsters are nothing to them.But in fact, it did cause a lot of obstacles to their follow-up investigation and greatly slowed down their steps.

However, in Hongye Town, which is only a hundred miles away, there is another completely different magical scene.

When they went north to Yuyi Town, Bai Feng and Murong Yan stayed overnight in this little town.The town was built in the deep forest, very remote.It was autumn and summer, and there were red maple leaves all over the mountains and plains. Friends were all around, either chatting or enjoying a moment of tranquility.

Now that the end of autumn is approaching, the red leaves on the maple trees are almost gone, and the bleak autumn wind blows by my ears from time to time, as if telling the affection and beauty of the past.The spreading branches make this Lingshan Qushui beautiful and upright. There are no signs of peeling bark, insects, or diseases. Presumably, new shoots will grow in the coming year.Some people who passed away never came back.

The so-called right and wrong, nothing more than this.

The pair of heroes from Beizhen traveled overnight until noon the next day, only then did they find a lake, where they rested for a while.Bai Feng found a small hill, climbed up it alone, looked across the jungle on the other side, and looked at Hongye Town not far away to confirm the direction.

"Yan'er, there is only a short distance to go, hurry up and get ready to change your face!" The young swordsman grabbed a maple tree trunk and shouted: "You never know, someone may rush out of the woods at any time. If the bad guys Once you recognize your appearance, things will be troublesome."

"Understood, come down quickly!" Murong Yan was sitting in front of the lake, washing her veil and leather mask, looking very melancholy, and also looking at the forest in the distance.

But after a while, the young swordsman walked down the hill from nowhere and returned to the horse, combed the horse's hair, and led the horse to replenish water and food.During this period, he passed by Murong Yan's side several times, and he naturally felt her sadness.

Bai Feng fed the horse well, tied it to the tree trunk, and finally walked to the other side as if she was fully prepared, and murmured: "If Miss E had no accident, I don't know what kind of life she will be living now?"

"Maybe he's with us, hiding from XZ every day?" After saying that, Murong Yan turned and went back to the camp, trying to dry the disguise props with the newly lit bonfire.

These profound words made Bai Feng feel a lot of emotion. He looked at his reflection in the lake, and was about to reflect on the mistakes he had made and examine his own actions and opinions. The sound of fleeing after the fight.

Bai Feng took a closer look, and saw a poor woman in simple clothes holding the baby in her arms, running desperately towards the opposite bank, and at the same time shouting to the surroundings: "Help! Anyone can come, help me My child! Don't let others take it..."

Groups of men followed closely behind, chasing and beating along the lake.Someone threw flying stones, someone cursed at the "bitch" loudly, and someone used a flying stone rope commonly used in hunting wild animals. After several attempts, it finally entangled the woman's feet and forced her to fall to the ground.

"Yan'er!" The young swordsman seemed to think only of his "ugly wife" who was not ready to face the world.He quickly walked up to Murong Yan, and immediately led her to hide behind a certain big tree and a huge rock, intending to wait and see what happened.

In order to protect the baby in her arms, the woman shrank her body into a ball and acted as a meat shield, resisting the fierce pursuit of several men.Her clothes were torn, but she didn't care; her face was covered with lumps and blood, and she seemed unable to protest anymore, but she seemed to be relying on instinct, and she still did not forget to protect the child, and said in a trembling voice: " Don't...don't hand over the child..."

Before she finished speaking, one of the men kicked her in the stomach again, then spat and scolded, "How can you not hand over the child that the Immortal likes?"

"My lady, hand over the child, and when we are all immortal, there will be as many such children as there are!" Another man followed suit, looking even more ignorant, despicable and nasty than the previous man.

"You...do you still have humanity?" The woman tried her best to finish the sentence, then she passed out with her eyes open.

Seeing this, her father-in-law hurriedly asked several brothers beside her to go up and break off her hands protecting the child, but in the end they couldn't do it.Since it couldn't be broken apart, someone proposed to use a butcher's knife to chop off the hand, and it happened that the proposer was the butcher in the town.

"Chop off these hands, can it be as difficult as slaughtering a pig?" He joked like this, and immediately took out a butcher's knife from his waist. This is a butcher's knife that has always been swung only at the weaker.

"Ah!" After a scream, everyone looked at the butcher and said in amazement, "You...your hand!"

I saw the hand holding the butcher's knife fell to the ground, and blood flowed out: "My hand, my hand!" The butcher's sad expression was distorted like rotten bark, which was disgusting.

"Stop it, don't blame me for being merciless!" At this moment, a harsh sarcasm came from behind the butcher, indifferent and full of murderous intent.

It turned out that Bai Feng had already sneaked from the roadside jungle to behind this group of people who were more hateful than ordinary bandits. Before the butcher swung his butcher knife, he decisively drew his sword out of its sheath and cut off one of his hands.

"This... who is this?"

"No... I don't know... It looks like a powerful person."

"Young master, this is a matter between our husband and wife. You are an outsider, so it's not easy to interfere?"

Before the group finished their last sentence, Bai Feng grabbed the woman's husband and fell to the ground, raised his sword and pierced his mouth, which was still full of tongues just now, and said firmly: "If it is not Someone stopped me, you were all dead just now."

When the rest of the people saw the leader, the boss was forced to cry into tears, incontinent and urinated in the crotch of his pants, but after a while, the gangsters apologized one after another, and ran away one after another.

(End of this chapter)