small rivers and lakes

Zhong Yi's crow's mouth once again played a stunned role. I just said that the weather has been fine in the past few days, and there was light snow in the evening. It fell for three days without stopping. The crushed snow on the ridge of the roof and the tinkling of bells on the eaves reveal the mottled green bricks and cornices below.

A small red clay stove is burning in the room, and a pot of old wine is hot on the stove. The smell of wine is dense, and the whole room is filled with a warm and mellow fragrance.Jiu Bao sat by the stove burning chestnuts boredly, silently glanced at Zhong Yi, said nothing, resentful to the extreme.

Zhong Yi, however, was in a good mood, drank the warm old wine in one gulp, held an empty glass of rain-shattered sky blue, leaned against the window, and said with a clear smile: "Sit quietly and can't sleep, the wind and snow Xiao Xiao opened the window paper, isn't it just such a quiet and peaceful scene?"

Le Wuyou glanced at him with a smile, held the jug and poured it into his glass again, but the jug bottomed out before it was full, shook it twice, and said with a smile: "Instead of enjoying the snow scene here, why don't you think about it?" Thinking about it, the winter festival will be here soon, but the light snow doesn’t stop, how should we go to sacrifice.”

"Haven't Ah You heard that doing whatever you want is natural?" Zhong Yi shook his head, "I think the snow will have to fall for a few more days, Jiubao, or we won't go to this year's sacrifice."

"...If you don't go, you won't go," Jiubao muffled, "Anyway, it's just a thought of a living person, and it has no effect on a dead person."

Zhong Yi nodded appreciatively: "Although you have been naughty and self-willed since childhood, you are annoying, but this time you are quite sensible, ouch!"

Le Wuyou kicked him.

Zhong Yi looked at him: "What are you kicking me for?"

Le Wuyou glanced at him, and said angrily, "You know it yourself."

Zhong Yi laughed helplessly, stretched out his hand to open the window to reveal a slight gap, and immediately a cold wind rolled in snow particles, he closed the window abruptly, and said to Le Wuyou: "You grew up in the south, and you don't know the north." How cold the wind and snow are, Jiubao's hometown is outside the city, although it is not far away, but if you travel in the snow this day, the bitter cold is one thing, and the other is in case you encounter some hungry people Beast, it will be another hard fight."

Le Wuyou thought about it, and had to admit that what he said was true, so he clicked his tongue and stopped embarrassing him.

Unexpectedly, on the evening of the third day, the wind and snow gradually stopped, and the street outside the inn became lively. I was worried that if the wind and snow continued for a few more days, the family would run out of food. Sucking his nose, Liu Lu's child started a snowball fight in the snow.

Zhong Yi frowned and looked at the sky, feeling that it was still gray, obviously not a sign of clearing up, as if another snowstorm was coming, but the winter festival sacrifice was a big deal, after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and decided to take advantage of this moment The snow stopped, and he hurried to the outside of the city.

Chang Zixuan was unconscious all the time, Le Qishu wanted to stay in the inn to take care of him, while the others packed up the sacrificial supplies and galloped out of the city gate.

The horse's hooves kicked up the snow, and the wind mixed with snow particles hit his face. Le Wuyou pulled down his hood and galloped along with Zhong Yi. After two hours, he arrived at a small town under Beimang Mountain.

It was getting dark, and the wind was blowing, blowing up the snow on the corner of the street. Le Wuyou looked up at the dark houses on both sides of the street, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

——It's too quiet, the whole town is too quiet, it's almost deathly quiet.

In recent years, there have been frequent wars, and the villages outside the city are empty, but there are still some lights, which are far less eerie than this small town.

"Where is this?" Le Wuyou asked doubtfully, the snow light reflected the town as if it were daytime, and as far as the eye could see, there were exquisite blue bricks and black tiles under the night, and there were mottled red paint on the dark doors and windows. Obviously this is an extremely wealthy and prosperous place.

At least, it used to be.

"This is my home." Jiubao got off his horse, led the horse through the snow, and walked to a door with black rivets, and raised his hand to tear off the seal on the door.

There was a rotten plaque by the door, half buried in the snow, Le Wuyou got off his horse, raised his palm and waved away the snow particles, revealing the mottled marks on the plaque. The gold powder has fallen off, and the four indistinct characters are shocking under the light of the snow - Heluo Mountain Villa.

He raised his head in astonishment, looked at Jiu Bao's back, and his mind was spinning quickly—the Heluo Mountain Villa was destroyed overnight, and the whereabouts of the youngest son Ming Yueguang was unknown. If he was still alive, he should be 17 years old now, Jiu Bao...

"You guessed right." Zhong Yi walked over leading the horse, patted the snow on Le Wuyou's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Go in."

The three of them were just offering sacrifices, and when it didn't take too long, they tied the horses to the fallen stone lion at the door, picked up the incense sticks and paper money, and walked to the door.

The brass lock on the door was already rusted, Zhong Yi flicked his fingers, a gust of wind blew past, the brass lock fell with the sound, stretched out his hand and pushed the wooden door open, the rusty door shaft turned with difficulty, and let out a long, ear-piercing and hoarse creaking sound .

A scent of wood burning smoke wafts through the cool night wind.

"Wait," Zhong Yi said suddenly, "There seems to be someone inside."

People who practice martial arts have keen senses, and Le Wuyou also sensed the sound of living people walking around in the villa, so he lowered his voice, "Is it a beggar who is sheltering from the snow here?"

"Impossible," Zhong Yi shook his head, "Since the Heluo Villa incident, the nearby residents have moved out one after another, and this place has become a dead town. It is impossible for beggars to stay here."

"A person from the quack?"

Zhong Yi nodded, picked up the three-foot water, moved his thumb, and there was a very light crisp sound, and the long sword was slightly unsheathed: "This is probably the case. There was a lot of noise when we entered the door. If the other party is not deaf, he should have heard it. Be careful." Just deal with it."

Jiubao is good at lightness kungfu, a green skirt like a swaying willow leaf, has turned over to the roof in an instant, and silently sneaked forward along the ridge of the roof.

The Zhihuang in Le Wuyou's sleeve had already slipped into the palm of his hand, and he exchanged a glance with Zhong Yi, and the two walked lightly and alertly into the villa.

The owner of the Heluo Mountain Villa is Ming Qi, a strange woman from the rivers and lakes. In order to please her lover, she planted ten miles of red plums in the villa. Now the plums are in full bloom, but the Yiren has passed away.

The two walked through the winding corridors following the fireworks, and Le Wuyou whispered: "Do you feel that the surroundings seem to be getting hotter?"

"That's right." Zhong Yi was dressed in a snow-covered plum tree, hidden behind a plum tree, almost blending with the snow at the bottom of the tree, and calmly glanced forward, looking through the moon cave door, looking at the main room, the door and window were dark , It doesn't look like someone, but the snow in the courtyard is full of messy footprints, obviously more than one person has been here.

He raised his eyes to look at Le Wuyou, and saw that he was standing in the white snow in a dark red cotton robe, which was even clearer than the red plum trees, so he couldn't help but chuckled.

The smile was not strong, and suddenly Le Wuyou made a gesture, pointing to the moon cave door, Zhong Yi looked along his fingertips, and saw a vague figure reflected in the snow under the corridor.

He raised his head and saw Jiubao crouching in the corner of the eaves, like a nimble cat, looked at Zhongyi, understood what he meant, nodded, and took out a locust stone from his bosom , raised his hand swiftly, the stone broke through the night, and quickly hit the direction of the pillar.

At the same time, a fierce sword energy struck out of the Moon Cave Gate.

Zhong Yi stepped forward, and the three-foot water that had already been unsheathed burst into a cold light to meet him.

There was a crisp sound, the two swords collided brazenly, true energy splashed, plum snow flew in the courtyard, and a scream sounded from the corridor: "Oh, who dare to sneak attack me?"

"Anji?" Le Wuyou asked speechlessly.

"Tsk, how could it be this little bastard?" Zhong Yi put away his sword moves, frowned and looked at the opposite side, surprised, "It's you? Why are you here?"

Under the door of the Moon Cave, stood Xie Qingwei's tall and tall figure, his pale eyes were colder than the snow falling all over the garden, upon hearing this, he asked indifferently, "Why did you come here?"

"I seem to hear the bastard's favorite voice." Anji walked over from the corridor with a dark face, the snow reflected the sky, illuminating his delicate little face and a rapidly bulging swelling on his forehead.

Zhong Yi put his sword back into its sheath, waved his fan tenaciously in the snow, and said with a gentle smile, "It's been seven days since Shushizhuang was parted, and the young lord is safe? Oh, you must be safe, not only safe, but even He was also a little bit full and full, and the snowy night was bitter and cold, instead of warming in your father's arms, he ran to a dead and deserted house to suffer from the cold, such a leisurely and carefree attitude, which Zhong admired."

"Will you die if you don't say a few words?" Anji was not at all idle, but the swelling on his forehead was aching, which made him feel extremely bad, and he said in a vicious voice, "You hit the locust stone just now?"

Le Wuyou was not happy to hear this guy yelling at Zhong Yi, and said coolly: "If it was him who hit him, your young leader will not be as simple as a bag at the moment."

Anji stared: "Is that you?"

"It's me." Jiubao's laughing voice sounded from the eaves.

Anji suddenly raised his head, and before he could see the figure on the eaves, he saw a flying locust galloping towards him, yelled "too much deceit", and dodged it, the golden figure flashed like a yellow-haired dog Generally jumped up the eaves.

But Jiu Bao turned over and fell down, hiding behind Zhong Yi, showing his face to look at him, curling the hair around his face with his fingers, and snorted with a playful smile: "Young leader's qinggong is too bad."

"Bold!" Anji shouted, quickly drew his sword out of its sheath, and charged at him.

"What's the trouble?" Le Wuyou grabbed his wrist, and with a wave of his arm, pushed him into Xie Qingwei's arms, and frowned, "You two haven't explained yet, what are you doing here? "

Anji came out of Xie Qingwei's arms in a state of embarrassment, and said angrily, "Of course I brought someone here to investigate the past. I was blocked by the wind and snow for a few days and had to postpone my return to the city. What are you here for?"

"So that's how it is," Zhong Yi nodded, "If the young leader can really find out the murderer back then, it would be a great achievement, but I personally think it's difficult."

"There's no need for you to pour cold water!" Anji bared his teeth arrogantly, "You haven't said why you are here yet."

Zhong Yi listened to other people's purpose, and when it was her turn to answer, she smiled slightly, glanced at Jiubao on the left, then at Le Wuyou on the right, and chanted with a smile on her face: "Qingyun mist, Mr. It's a place where teenagers enjoy themselves, walking around the corridor, half-falling plum blossoms are fragrant, obviously, I brought my husband and belt, and I came here specially to enjoy the plum blossoms."

Le Wuyou let out a chuckle, glanced at Jiubao with a smirk, nodded and said, "Yes, I am my husband."

Jiu Bao obviously wasn't in the same good mood as he was. He froze for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said with a dark face, "Yes, I'm the son."

"You...do you think I'm an idiot?" Anji growled.

Jiubao whispered: "Who said it wasn't?"

"You!" Anji stopped suddenly, angrily about to draw his sword.

Xie Qingwei put one hand on his sword, looked at Zhong Yi with cold eyes, and said indifferently: "You don't know where this place is. It has been snowing heavily recently, and walking is very difficult, but you still come here on snow. What did you do?" It must not be a trivial matter," he glanced at the bag in Jiubao's hand, and said lightly, "Mr. Zhong, please tell me, what is in this bag?"

Jiubao's face changed, and she hid the burden behind her back, and shouted, "Can you control me?"

Anji frowned, turned his eyes around his face, stared behind him, and said sharply: "Take out the baggage, I want to check it!"

"What the hell are you? Why should you check?" Jiu Bao choked, "I am a young woman, of course I have rouge, gouache and replacement clothes in my bag, and even this has to be checked, do you want to be ashamed? You say , do you deliberately want to see this girl's bellyband?"

Anji gasped and shouted, "You...you slandered me!"

"Stop making trouble," Zhong Yi sighed in frustration, and said in a low voice, "Well, let me confess, the three of us also came to investigate the past. Although Feng Manlou has been wronged now, the real murderer is still there. Let's get away with it, we want to know what kind of tricks that person has, causing Feng Manlou to be executed innocently."

Anji blinked his eyes, always felt that this set of rhetoric sounded righteous, but somehow it made him feel suspicious, but he couldn't find any mistakes, so he could only say in a muffled voice: "Oh."

"Oh what," Jiubao raised his eyebrows, "Have you found out what's wrong? You little trash."

Anji was poked against the scales, and he was furious: "What did you say? Do you really think I can't beat you?"

"I told you to stop making trouble, it made my head hurt," Zhong Yi said angrily, and suddenly raised his hand, a strong wind hit Anji's acupoint, instantly tapped his dumb acupoint, and said disgustedly, "Your Honor They are all smart people with a lot of words, how did you give birth to such an idiot who spends so much time talking? It's annoying me to death."

Anji's eyes widened angrily, and the soaring resentment was about to burst out of his body, and he roared wildly in his heart: How the hell do you have the face to despise others for talking too much?

Zhong Yi raised his head and looked at the night sky. The moonlight was covered by the wandering clouds, the sky was gloomy, and it was obvious that the wind and snow had not yet finished. However, if Anji and the others did not leave, the sacrifice would be impossible.

He glanced at Jiubao, and said calmly: "Since the young leader and Daoist Xie are here to investigate, let's not make any more trouble, let's go." After speaking, he unlocked Anji's dumb acupoint.

A hand as white as jade stopped in front of him: "Wait."

Le Wuyou turned his head in displeasure: "What advice does Daoist Xie have?"

"It's getting late, and it's hard to walk at night," Xie Qingwei said, "The three of you might as well stay overnight and return to the city tomorrow."

Anji's Ya acupoint was tapped and then unlocked. He was extremely depressed, and said in a muffled voice: "Although I really hope that the three of you will be attacked by wolves on the way back, but my heart is for the common people, even if you are a despicable and shameless person. It is still necessary to try to save it.”

Zhong Yi raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"

Anji turned around and walked towards the main room, humming reluctantly: "There is a charcoal fire in the room to save you from freezing to death on the way."

Zhong Yi and Le Wuyou looked at each other, and they understood each other's idea - why not stay and play by ear.Then he turned around, laughed loudly, and followed his footsteps waving his fan: "Then I will be entertained by Master Lao Shao."

After Anji walked in the door with a haughty face, the main room was lit with dim lights. Zhong Yi waited for someone to step in the door, and saw a charcoal basin burning on the spacious ground, but it didn't work at all. It was windy and still as cold as a snow cave.

Several young men in the costumes of the General Manager stood up, grabbed their weapons, and looked at Zhong Yi and the others vigilantly.

Anji waved his hands: "Sit down, they don't mean any harm." Then, he took the lead to sit down in front of the charcoal basin, put his hands that were red from cold to roast by the fire, and took the wine gourd handed over by the person next to him, He raised his head and took a sip, glanced at Zhong Yi, and threw the wine gourd over.

Zhong Yi took the gourd, unplugged it and smelled it: "As expected of Mr. Meng, even burning knives is stronger than other places."

The three of them drank some wine one by one, and the strong wine entered their throats, and their bodies, which were frozen to the point of freezing in the snow, gradually warmed up.

Sitting carelessly, Zhong Yi took out a bag of raw chestnuts from his bosom, and threw a few into the charcoal basin. After a while, he heard a clear cracking sound from the basin.

He fingered like electricity, plunged into the flames quickly, picked out the cooked chestnuts, rubbed the charred shells, and the rich sweet aroma of the chestnuts wafted out.

The young men couldn't help but licked their lips, watching enviously that the three of them shared and ate the cooked chestnuts, and there was a burst of swallowing sounds.

Zhong Yi bit a chestnut and looked at them in astonishment: "Young leader, your leader is a bit stingy, you don't even get enough food when you go on a mission?"

Anji is also greedy, they have been trapped in this mountain villa for three days, although there is dry food, but the stuff is dry and tasteless, how can it taste as good as charcoal roasted chestnuts?

But greedy to greedy, being scorned to the face, a bit unacceptable, said coldly: "Bring it!"

Zhong Yi was taken aback: "What?"

"Bring the chestnuts!"

"Do you want face?" Jiubao jumped up first, pointing at Anji's nose and yelling, "Young leader of the world alliance, grab others' chestnuts to eat, and don't be afraid to laugh at people's big teeth if it spreads!"

Anji's face froze, but the temptation of chestnuts was too great, and the villain said angrily, "Now you are drinking my wine and roasting my fire, but you have chestnuts but don't share them with me. Who is more shameless?"

But Jiubao bared her teeth and said triumphantly, "I won't give it to you, I'm so hungry!"

"You!" Anji was furious, stood up abruptly, pressed his sword with one hand, and said angrily, "You are shameless!"

There was a sound of weapons clinking, and the young men of the League President stood up one after another, ready to charge into battle, but their young leader forcibly suppressed his anger, muttering, "I don't want to fight over a few chestnuts." He sat down first, and said coldly : "The witch!"

Jiubao retorted: "Trash!"

"Do you two want to get out of here?" Le Wuyou said grimly.

Jiubao immediately became honest, and sat beside him with low eyebrows, twisting the corners of her skirt with her fingers, pretending that she was a beautiful but not charming, Qing but not cold Xiaojiabiyu.

Zhong Yi laughed, grabbed a handful of chestnuts and threw them to Anji, asking, "How long have you been here?"

Anji threw the chestnuts into the charcoal basin imitating his liking, rubbing his hands together and waiting for the crackling sound, his eyes sparkled brightly, and his tone involuntarily softened a lot, "I came here three days ago, I didn't expect to be caught by the wind and snow. Stopped here, but I just happened to check around."

Jiubao asked: "What did you find?"

"If you say you found it, you didn't find anything," Anji said. "Ten years have passed since the tragedy, and the shocking bones of those years have also been collected and buried in the Tomb of Heroes by Mr. Meng."

Jiu Bao snorted coldly: "It must have been rotten."

"However, there is one thing that I always feel is not quite right."

"what?"

"What is the murderer doing?"

Jiubao calmed down: "What do you think?"

Anji frowned slightly: "Before I came here, I looked through President Meng's dossier. When I said that Su Yuhen was the murderer, the evidence was that most of the corpses were ripped apart, with flesh and bones separated."

Jiubao's fingers trembled suddenly, he grabbed the wine gourd, uncorked it, and poured it with his face up.

Anji gave him a strange look, and continued: "People from Lingtai remove the bones to leave fragrance, this is the unique skill of Qifenggu, the bone-removing hand."

"That's why the angry Jianghu people gathered together and wiped out the abandoned wind valley and the wind all over the building." Le Wuyou said lazily, glanced at Xie Qingwei who was sitting cross-legged not far away and meditating with closed eyes, and said lightly, "Of course, the Master of Punishing Evil Sword is indispensable."

Xie Qing frowned slightly, but there was no other reaction.

Anji said: "A few days ago I went through the files, but I couldn't find any connection between Qifeng Valley and Heluo Mountain Villa."

"The suspicion of Abandoned Wind Valley has been cleared up long ago, so you still need to analyze it?" Jiu Bao wiped the wine stains on his chin, and snorted disdainfully.

Anji became depressed by his ridicule, and said in a muffled voice: "I find it strange that a villa can be massacred overnight, and there must be many murderers. There are signs of a breach, the owner of Mingqi Villa was ranked among the top five in the world, how could he be so stupid as to open the door to steal and put so many people into the villa?"

"Maybe it was poisoned first," Zhong Yi said, "If you bribe a certain disciple in advance and put Ruanjin powder or other poisons in the water source, let alone a villa, even the entire Luoyang city can be poisoned overnight. Butcher it clean."

"Then why Mingyueguang's whereabouts are unknown? There is no reason why the whole villa was poisoned, but only his child escaped."

Jiubao stared into his eyes: "Then how do you want to explain it?"

"This is what I can't figure out."

Pa... There was a crisp sound from the charcoal basin, Anji's gloomy eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to grab the charcoal basin, and shrank back with a scream before he could catch the chestnuts.

"Young leader, be careful!"

"Is the young leader burned by the fire?"

"Young lord, wait for a moment and let the subordinates come down!"

Watching several young men draw out their swords, trying to reach into the flames to pick out charred chestnuts, Zhong Yi showed a face that couldn't bear to look directly at him: "Are you all overestimating this mere little flame?"

"You look down on us?"

"You can take it if you have the ability!"

"I took it." Zhong Yi's fingers flashed quickly, and he lifted up the hot chestnut between his two fingers, rubbed off the shell, and brought the round and lovely chestnut meat to Jiubao's mouth.

Anji watched Jiubao take the chestnut away, blinked his eyes sadly, wanted to shout that it was mine, but knew that the cooked chestnut deserved to be snatched away by others because of his poor martial arts.

While he was depressed, a fiery heart suddenly stuck to his lips, he dodged back in fright, seeing Zhong Yi holding another chestnut in front of him with his fingertips, he was speechless for a moment.

Zhong Yi smiled and said: "Are you still waiting for me to peel it and feed it to you? Oh, I know, the young leader is afraid that I will be poisoned, so forget it, let's give it to Xiao Jiubao..."

Before he finished speaking, Anji snatched the chestnut away.

As the night gradually deepened, everyone gathered around the fire to talk at night, but they couldn't discuss what happened, so they had to find a corner sheltered from the wind and fell asleep.

Sure enough, it snowed again in the middle of the night, and the cold wind blew in through the broken window, blowing the tongue of fire in the charcoal basin to shake, Le Wuyou didn't fall asleep, but was awakened by the wind outside the window, turned around, his hands and feet trembling in fear of the cold Shrunk up.

Zhong Yi reached out and hugged him into her arms, clamped her feet between her legs, and touched him a few times with her eyes closed.

Le Wuyou smiled lowly: "What are you messing around with now? Do you want to die or are you shameless?"

"Where did you want to go?" Zhong Yi groped and grabbed his cold hands with his fingers, pulled them into the clothes on his chest, and laughed in a low voice, "Ayou, do you want me to make a fool of myself?"

Le Wuyou pinched his chest with her fingers and scolded with a smile, "Shut up!"

"Okay, okay, shut up," Zhong Yi chuckled, clasped the back of his head with his big hands and put them on his shoulders, stretched his limbs and almost wrapped Le Wuyou in his arms from head to toe, and said softly, "Sleep." Well, it's not cold this time."

"Yeah." Le Wuyou secretly kissed his collar, smiled and closed her eyes.

I don't know how long it took, there was a slight sound of long breathing in the room, snowflakes outside the window fell on the corridor, making a rustling sound, the surrounding was silent, as if the whole world had fallen into a deep sleep.

A black figure in the corner moved, with extremely light movements, and it dived out soundlessly like a cat.

Zhong Yi opened his eyes, and looked out the window indifferently, his phoenix eyes were illuminated by the snowy light, and his eyes were as calm as the sea, and the dark tide was raging.

"Hmm... bastard loves... don't grab..." An indistinct raving came from the side of the charcoal basin, Anji turned over, unconsciously leaned towards the heat source in his sleep, and suddenly cried out "Aiyo" in pain , woke up.

The young men of the League Chief woke up one after another, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with the Young Leader?"

"It's okay," Anji held up his slender paws with a mournful face, grinning in pain, "I touched the charcoal basin, it hurts..."

"Did you get burned?" A person took out the ointment, "Apply some burn medicine, it will heal faster."

"It's not hurt," An Ji was about to cry, but he said firmly, "Go to sleep, I'll go to the toilet." He stood up and walked out the door.

The cold wind hit his face, he shivered fiercely, and stopped looking for the hut, shrugged his shoulders and ran shivering under the tree, yawned, and while unbuttoning his sweat towel, he muttered: This year is as cold as It's too early, it's just the twelfth lunar month, and it's so cold, maybe I'll be frozen into a stick after peeing.

The hot urine fertilized the snow, Anji became very playful, staring at his crotch, twisting his waist, and wrote the character "nine" on the snow. After finishing the last stroke, the hot urine was drained heartily. , He tidied up his clothes, admiring his crooked masterpiece, couldn't help laughing.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and he turned around suddenly, staring vigilantly at the northwest direction, only to see fine snowflakes falling slowly, and the biting cold night wind brought a scent of fireworks different from firewood.

Also like sandalwood.

After being woken up by the scalds of their young leader, the young people of the League President fell asleep quickly. Unexpectedly, before the time for a stick of incense, there was a sudden sound of fierce fighting in the silent snowy night.

"What's going on?" Everyone was shocked and looked at each other.

A white shadow swept past his eyes and disappeared in an instant.

"Where's the young leader?" Everyone was shocked, "The one fighting is the young leader?"

Le Wuyou was also awakened, looked blankly, suddenly bumped into Zhong Yi's clear eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Where's Jiubao?"

"Don't worry," Zhong Yi patted his hand and picked up the three-foot water, "Go, we'll go there too."

Following the sound, the crowd rushed away, passed through two courtyards one after another, and saw Xie Qingwei's feathered clothes were blown up by the cold wind, pranced several times, shaped like a white crane in the snow, and rushed into the ancestral hall in front of him, and there was a clang of the evil sword. Sheath, there was a creepy murderous smell in the air.

Zhong Yi and Le Wuyou flew into the door, just in time to see Jiubao stabbing with his sword desperately, but Xie Qingwei easily broke the move, swung the two swords, and the blood-smelling Punishing Sword came to his neck.

"Thank you, Daoist, don't kill him!" Anji yelled, clutching his shoulders, "Just capture it, I want to live!"

"My God, what's going on here?" Zhong Yi took the lead, rushed over with a look of shock, and shouted sharply, "Let go of my maidservant!"

"What maid!" Anji yelled angrily as if he had been stabbed in the sore foot, "He's a man!"

The disciples who had finally rushed here heard such a horrifying sound as soon as they entered the door, their feet went limp, and a stacked arhat fell out with a plop.