Pokemon Sato

Move a little later.

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The night wind blew over the town of Ebony. Amidst the scattered lights, rain curtains hung down from the sky. Crowds of people gathered in the town through the stagnant water. The oil-soaked torches kept burning in the rain, reflecting the Showing different faces.

"Donor Zhao, stay here. Someone still needs to be in charge here in Ebony Town, so as not to fall into the trap of the demon sect's sorceress. The poor monk from Shaolin can just go back."

After walking out of the town, the old monk stood in the rain and turned around to say something to Zhao Wenbing, who was about to go with him.

"If the thousand-year-old temple is burned down by demons from the Demon Cult, it will be really heartbreaking. Since people can't leave here, I won't go, but brothers from other rivers and lakes can do it. It's great to have more people here. Take care, after all, that demon girl’s martial arts is very good. She is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. Secondly, this is my territory originally, and there are too many people here, but it has lost the reputation of my life-killing pen, right?"

At the intersection outside the town, it was the middle-aged scribe Zhao Wenbing who spoke softly. He said these words so generously and uprightly, but he had a plan in mind.

Who among the hundreds of people who came out together didn’t understand that the Shaolin treasure was not only rare to see, but could also be restored to a disability? Now that they had encountered it, who could guarantee that they would not be concerned about it?

"Amitabha, donor Zhao is really smart." The old monk Zhixin clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name, "In this case, all the heroes in the world are willing to go to Shaolin with the poor monk to rescue him, so come."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave when a hand suddenly came from behind him: "Master, please wait a moment." The speaker was Zhao Wenbing again. He grabbed the monk Zhixin's robe, lowered his head, and whispered: " If Shaolin recovers Bodhidharma's body, can I let me pay my respects?"

"If it is found, everything should be decided by the presiding brother. The poor monk has no right to interfere." Zhixin frowned and responded politely, then stepped forward and left. In his eyes, he inadvertently saw a familiar face, as if His eyes that were not involved in the incident trembled.

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"...These bald donkeys are so horny and so conceited that they deserve to have the ancestor's body stolen." Zhao Wenbing returned to the town with dozens of recruited green forest heroes. Near the courtyard, in anger, the figure whose temperament suddenly changed spit on the ground unwillingly.

They just look like some local ruffians.

Back in the mansion, the servants were supposed to be cleaning up the somewhat messy yard in an orderly manner. But not long after he came in, a burly man next to him reminded him: "It doesn't seem right... Why is there no one there?"

At this time, they had reached the middle of the courtyard, and footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the door behind them. The moment they turned around, several figures closed the door without saying a word. Some people in the world who originally wanted to move fell into silence.

"There is someone in the living room..." One of the men pointed forward.

Zhao Wenbing frowned, took out an iron penholder from his sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Go over and take a look."

Walking through the center of the courtyard and standing under the eaves, the figure at the head of the hall, wearing a gorgeous black gold-rimmed python robe, sat there. Under the crown was a silver hair, which was a little bright in the candlelight.

Surrounded by rows of standing figures, uniformly dressed, they did not look like servants or policemen from the nearby government offices. His heart skipped a beat, as he remembered who the person in front of him was.

Immediately, he stepped forward with clasped fists and said, "I, Zhao Wenbing, have not yet asked me how to address this person."

At the head of the table, Bai Ning lowered his eyes and drank tea slowly, "I never like it when outsiders stand and talk." The tea lid was gently closed, and the cold gaze in his eyes looked over.

"Admiral Bai Ning of the East Factory?" Zhao Wenbing said in a deep voice at the door of the hall and flicked his fingers a few times.

A smile appeared on the cold face. The moment Bai Ning put down the tea cup, dozens of people over there rushed forward with their own weapons.

"Get out of your way-"

The group of fans who were about to lift the crossbow were squeezed away by the big man behind them. With a swish of the pumpkin hammer, the person who rushed over from the other side had no time to stop his steps, and his forehead burst open with a bang.

While the body was leaning back, on the other side, Zheng Biao's figure jumped up suddenly, swung his tiger head and smashed it.In the crowd on Zhao Wenbing's side, there were also people who wielded hammers. They raised their weapons and banged them twice in mid-air with the opponent, causing sparks to explode.

The crowd showed desperate gestures. As they rushed over, blood flowers bloomed. The scene suddenly became chaotic. Several figures took advantage of the gap to rush out and kill the first person who was drinking tea.

"Dongchang gelded dog——"

"——Keep your life!!!" Someone yelled and kicked away the wooden chair blocking the way and moved towards the opponent. He lifted up the iron wolf hair in his hand and stabbed him.

Bai Ningyun wiped his mouth with white silk, and Bai Ningyun glanced at it lightly, raised his foot and pressed down. The wolf hair that was about to stab was immediately pressed to the ground, along with the hand holding the handle of the pen, and Zhao Wenbing.

At the same time, the other three people quickly approached, stabbing with two knives and one sword. When Bai Ning pressed down on one of them, three weapons were handed to him. He raised his right hand, the sword came over, and his five fingers suddenly closed.

One finger is consonant, but five fingers are used together.

There were three crashing sounds of metal, and the broken pieces of iron flew into the air. After the attack of the three people was stopped, they took half a step back. At the same time, the hand holding the broken blade loosened, and the wide cuffs Brush over.

The three of them were knocked away almost at the same time, hitting the seats arranged on both sides below. The wooden chairs and tables exploded at the moment of contact, and debris flew everywhere. The lamppost with the candle was knocked down by the remaining force, and the fire stretched out the hall. in the chaotic crowd.

"My family wants to ask you for something... Before I even said anything, you took action. You are really seeking death." Bai Ning put the white silk back into his sleeves, leaned forward, and stared at the person on the ground.

The night wind howled, the fire flickered, and the smell of blood mixed in the hall.

After a while, Zhao Wenbing lay on the ground and spoke.

"Admiral... what you are saying is... I am too young to see the truth. Just now, I... I... I thought someone was pretending to be someone from the imperial court to defraud... me."

The tone of his words was still stiff, but he was obviously giving in.

"If you do something wrong, say sorry!" Bai Ning laughed.

On the ground, the middle-aged man's face turned red and he could only say: "I'm sorry." He removed the foot that was stepping on his hand. He immediately got up from the ground and looked at the eunuch opposite him warily, not daring to stand there. Take action.

"Look, it's easy to say sorry."

Bai Ning spread his hands, stood up with a smile, walked up to Zhao Wenbing, put his arms around his shoulders, and patted him: "I have something to do with you, I must be clear about it."

The figure on the shoulder nodded subconsciously, and immediately asked one of his men to quickly go to the mountain in the southwest to notify everyone to withdraw.

"Admiral, you think this is okay."

The hugged shoulders loosened, and the person who was smiling just now slowly stopped smiling. When he stared at him, the other person tilted his head, "...Not bad, so good."

He patted Zhao Wenbing's face gently with his hand.

"you...."

On the opposite side, Bai Ning's eyes became colder and colder, and he slapped the opponent's face fiercely. His whole body flew sideways and rolled several times on the ground. The firelight flickered, and in the dim shadow, Bai Ning walked out. .

"Prepare the sedan chair and go up to Shaoshi Mountain!"

In the hall, amid the shadow of a chaotic fight, Zhao Wenbing was lying on the ground with half of his face sunken, and the bodies of his companions continued to fall around him...

ps: I'm sorry that I couldn't break out today, but it's the third update. Chunfeng will definitely explode once he finds an opportunity.