Aggrieved Fish Sprite

There was a faint roar in the sky.

The clouds were so dense that people couldn't breathe.

There was a mess in front of the rice shop, and policemen came in and out, carrying out several corpses covered in white cloth.

Those who watched the situation didn't dare to get too close, they just stretched their necks.They are all common people living nearby, and there are also people who do business on the same street. People from Fengxing Pavilion are inconspicuous among them, and they quietly observe the expressions of the people around them.

"Too bad, they're all dead."

"Who did this rice shop offend? Hey, old Liu, the two people who entered the rice shop later were wearing cloth bought from your house. Do you see anything?"

The treasurer of the cloth shop almost cried out when he heard the words, and hurriedly said: "What are you talking about? We open the door to do business, and all the people who come from south to north are paid for goods. How can anyone ask about the origin of the customers? It's not like that." If you open an inn, you can still see the road guide!"

The policeman also heard the conversation, waved his hands impatiently and said: "Don't talk nonsense, what do those two look like?"

The treasurer of the cloth village froze, subconsciously looking at the yamen servant over there.

These people came earlier than him, had been hiding in the alley and looked around, and could see better than him, but now they came to ask him?

"Why don't you say it? Are you in the same group?"

The arrester raised his eyebrows, and the treasurer of the cloth shop trembled in fright, and hurriedly touched his sleeves.

The shopkeeper took out a small half-sling of money, and handed it to the policeman with a smile: "The poor man took out tea and wine, it's not easy in this hot weather."

At the same time, people cursed inwardly, these fellows in the yamen had a growing appetite, asking for money whenever they had the chance.

Most of the people who were originally crowded dispersed in an instant, fearing that they would be charged with collusion with bandits.

The people from Fengxing Pavilion took the opportunity to leave.

Some people walked around to the back of the shop, and climbed over the wall to enter as soon as the guards left.

There were not many things left in the rice shop. Even the rice and grains were removed by the government officials because the gate was damaged and could not be kept. Now the house is empty, only a faint smell of blood remains.

Flies were buzzing, and a dim light flickered on the wall.

It is a hidden weapon.

The people from Fengxing Pavilion wrapped their palms with cloth, carefully took off the hidden weapon, and searched the shop carefully, and found the hidden compartment not long after.

The dark cell is empty.

The inspector didn't give up, but took out a piece of bamboo paper as thin as a cicada's wing from his pocket, put it flatly in the dark compartment, pressed it with his palm, and then took it out for inspection again.

There are subtle light gray spots on the four corners of the bamboo paper, as well as fine dust particles.

"There was an account book in it, and it was taken away."

The people of Fengxing Pavilion continued to search, knocking down the bricks in the corner carefully, and finally got only a dozen taels of Tibetan silver.

"Let's report back to the Pavilion Master."

Everyone dispersed without a sound.

People were killed here, and no one in the neighborhood dared to set foot here.

The weather has changed, and the cool wind is blowing.The door of Mipu was open, it was eerie.

"Boom."

The thunder gradually became louder, and a bright arc flashed across, just in time to illuminate the rice shop.

At the same time, several men in black who were touching along the corner were also clearly photographed.They paused and hid in the dark.

Not long after, when the thunder light came on again, there were more people who were about to enter the rice shop.

A heavy rain fell for half an hour. Under the cover of the sound of the rain, many things happened quietly.

Pry floor tiles and smash plaques.

Then the person digging three feet to find the account book ran into other people who had entered the rice shop, and there was a hissing sound mixed with the sound of weapons clashing.

The splattered blood mixed with the raindrops burst out with the dull sound of sharp blades cutting into the body.

In the streets and alleys around Mipu, there is still a group of people hiding silently. They have been soaked by the rain, but they seem to have grown under the eaves, blending with the dark shadows, staring at it. Movement over there.

The killing in the rice shop continued.

Some were still alive, moaning and trying to crawl out.

The sword was practiced like snow, bringing up several puddles of blood, chasing after those who were struggling to escape.

Some people don't care about it, and they don't hesitate to step on the bodies of others to escape.

Someone roared angrily, turned around and picked up the weapon to fight to the death.

In an instant, at least ten kinds of weapons met the knife and the knife-wielding man in coir raincoat.

Most of the swordsman's body is still in the dark, wearing a domed hat with his hair exposed, and there are countless old scars on his right hand, which looks extremely hideous.However, the posture of holding the knife is calm and powerful, even in the face of more than a dozen people who are rushing forward for their lives, they remain unwavering.

The cyan thunderlight drew a meandering snake-like trajectory on the sky.

The strong wind knocked away the swordsman's bamboo hat, and at the same time, thunder struck down with more dazzling lightning.

"boom!"

The images of more than a dozen Taoists stood frozen in mid-air, and then slowly leaned back and collapsed.

The corpse fell into the stagnant water, leaving only the swordsman standing in the middle.

Desperate wailing soon came from the alley. The people who escaped from the rice shop before failed to leave here after all, and a few people dressed like swordsmen slowly appeared in the shadows.As soon as the swordsman waved his hand, they immediately jumped into the rice shop to search for the account books.

The blood was quickly diluted by the rain, turning into a strange light red, and flowed out in large streams.

The swordsman stood in such a pool of blood, his wet black hair was tightly pressed against his bamboo hat, he slowly raised his eyes, and looked at the eaves at the corner of the alley.

The spy of Fengxing Pavilion who was hiding under the eaves trembled.

——He had never seen such cold and ruthless eyes, not like human eyes, but a poisonous snake waiting to devour its prey.

Big fish caught!An important person finally came to Piaoping Pavilion this time!

The spy was joyous and horrified as he realized that his life was hanging by a thread.

The thunder sounded again.

The pale light of the knife appeared in front of him in a blink of an eye, and the spies jumped off the eaves at the fastest speed, using lightness kung fu to the extreme, but the sound of the tiles breaking and the cool wind behind his head reminded him that he was about to put on the shackles of black and white impermanence his neck.

"Chong."

The raindrops were shaken and flew away.

A folding fan supported the sharp blade.

The paper wrapped around the fan was quickly torn apart by the rainstorm, exposing the cold and sharp iron fan bones.

At the critical moment, Qiu Jing, the owner of the Fengxing Pavilion, rescued her subordinates in time. She stared into the swordsman's eyes, and her right hand holding the fan could no longer hold back the strength on the opposite side and trembled slightly.

"Pavilion master be careful."

Qiu Jing turned his head to avoid the right foot suddenly kicked by the swordsman, and a sharp blade popped out from the toe of his boot, cutting off a strand of hair on the side of Qiu Jing's ear.

Blood flowed down Pavilion Master Qiu's left ear.

At the same time, all the masters from Fengxing Pavilion arrived and immediately protected Qiu Jing behind him.

"Pavilion Master, you are injured..."

"Small skin trauma." Qiu Jing didn't take this to heart at all, she looked at the swordsman with bright eyes.

Since Meng Qi left, five waves of people have entered the rice shop to search for the account books.

People from Fengxing Pavilion, Holy Lotus Altar, local gangs, Jianghu people who worked for King Wu, and killers from Piaoping Pavilion.

Now apart from the people from Fengxing Pavilion, the other two groups of people have been completely killed by Piaoping Pavilion.

Qiu Jing rubbed her numb wrists, knowing that the swordsman had deep inner strength, and in the close confrontation just now, she couldn't see the opponent's face clearly, because the swordsman seemed to be still on his face except for the bamboo hat. Covered with a whole piece of black cloth.

There is only a mask with holes for eyes and nose.

With such a tight cover, does this person have another identity in the Jianghu?

Qiu Jing quickly dismissed this idea. Feng Xing Ge can be called a hundred young men in the world. He not only knows famous swordsmen in the world, but also knows the schools of sword techniques and sword manuals.The sword used by this mysterious swordsman does not match the famous sword skills in the world.

A master may be able to disguise himself as another ordinary person who does not understand martial arts, but it is impossible for a master to disguise himself as another master and use completely different martial arts.

There is no such thing in the script that the leader of the martial arts alliance and the leader of the demon sect are the same person.A hero of the righteous way may secretly practice magic skills, but it is impossible to keep his secrets for a lifetime.As long as you make a move, there will be a risk of being seen through.

Qiu Jing didn't relax at all, she whispered to her subordinates to watch behind her, because there was still Piaoping Pavilion killer in the rice shop.

At the same time, she sighed in her heart. If Meng Qi hadn't entered the rice shop by mistake, Piaoping Pavilion might not have reacted so quickly. The one who rashly killed the shopkeeper of the Si family's rice shop was the dead man under King Wu's command.Now everyone is dying, but the account book is still missing.

Was it really taken away by Master Meng?

***

Meng Qi touched his nose, feeling a little itchy.

"Doctor, someone is thinking about us." Meng Qi said leisurely.

It was pouring rain outside, and they sat on the steps in front of the Earth Temple.

The newly bought cloth was carefully folded by Mo Li, because there was no place to put it, so he simply stuffed it for Meng Qi to hold.

Mo Li held a small piece of charcoal in his hand and used it as a pen to draw a few lines on the steps, then shook his head.

"Doctor, what are you?"

"Make clothes." Mo Li said angrily.

Now that they are suspected of having "account books" on their backs, naturally they can't just find a tailor to make clothes, as it is easy to implicate innocent people.

But I bought all the cloth, so I can't watch Meng Qi parading through the market wearing cloth every day.Even if he was willing to pretend he couldn't see it, what would he do with his piece of cloth?Also put on?

Trying to imagine such a picture of two people walking together, Mo Li's face froze.

——Although there is an urge to try in the bottom of my heart.

Strange, the longer you get along with Meng Qi, the less you look like yourself.Doctor Mo couldn't help squinting at someone, thinking secretly.

"The doctor can make clothes?" Meng Qi asked in surprise.

Mo Li looked at him and said nothing.

Meng Qi recalled it.

In fact, no, but forced to helpless.

"Hey, just try it, it won't hurt." Meng Qi said holding the cloth solemnly, "I've seen a tailor make clothes before, it's nothing more than cutting the cloth into several pieces, and then sewing them separately. Of course, you have to measure it. Size. The easy way is to dismantle a set of old clothes directly, and then cut them according to the size of the cloth, so that no matter how you cut it, you can clearly see how many pieces you cut.”

Mo Li continued to look at him.

Due to various accidents, Meng Qi has no spare clothes, and only one set is left for him to wear.

"Doctor, if you want to use..."

Meng Qi made a gesture to untie his belt, with a calm expression.

The two dead soldiers lying immobile in the earth temple: "..."

Because of the heavy rain, the people inside couldn't hear the voices of Mo Li and the others clearly, they could only see their mannerisms.

Why do you have to take off your clothes while talking?

I used to have jujube and osmanthus seeds before!

I didn't see it, who the hell is this? !