beg for chivalry

The disciples of the Tunri Gang came rushing from the martial arts field, screaming and screaming, and a mass of black heads rushed to the side of the treasure hall, crowding the front of the hall.Holding the iron sword, the older student in the gang shouted angrily: "Wei Jun! Come out quickly! Don't go into the hall to disturb the gang leader!"

"Hey, Wei Jun, do you have long ears? Let you come out, Wei..."

The voices of the disciples stopped abruptly, because they saw clearly the figure standing in the treasure hall. It was not Wei Jun, a disciple of the Tunri Gang who was lifeless and preferred to pull out sunflowers and eat dates, but a murderous ghost.

The evil ghost turned its face slightly, and half of the disciples' teeth like sword trees suddenly appeared in front of them, and a pair of green and green eyes like emerald jade burst into a cold light.The timid disciples were so frightened that they pissed off, yelling and retreating quickly, some of the bolder ones turned pale, and drew out the iron swords around their waists to stand in front of them, trembling for a long time before shouting:

"Black... black-clothed Rakshasa!"

The Raksha ghost turned his head, looked directly at the tea boat in the hall, and slowly swept across the faces of the people present.

At this time, not only the disciples of Tunri Gang, but also the disciples of Jianghu from various sects flocked to the door one after another.When hearing the words "Black-clothed Rakshasa", a terrifying silence fell instantly.No one in the world does not know the name of Houtianlou Rakshasa. He kills people like hemp, with bloody debts, and is a lingering nightmare in everyone's mind.

Another disciple boldly asked, "You... you pretended to be Wei Jun? Where did the original Wei Jun go! Did you kill him?"

The black-clothed Rakshasa only glanced at the disciple briefly, and said, "I broke his other leg, and he is lying in the guest house." He moved his wrist, the joints creaked, and there seemed to be With a cold smile, "Whoever asked him to go whoring in the Zuichun Garden, and even came to my door in the middle of the night, he was just sending himself to death."

Drunken Spring Garden.

When everyone heard these three words, their hearts were suddenly startled, and they turned their eyes to Mrs. Hongzhu.

Ming Hongzhu is in charge of the Southern School, and even in charge of the Zuichun Garden.If the words of the black-clothed Raksha are true, then Mrs. Hongzhu is deliberately hiding the people in Houtianlou, harboring evil intentions.

But Mrs. Hongzhu still had a smile on her lips, resting her chin on her jade hand, and said unhurriedly: "Would you like to believe in a majestic master of the Southern Sect, or in a villainous Houtianlou assassin?"

The black-clothed Rakshasa took a deep look at her and said nothing, the corners of his mouth slightly raised behind the ghost face.

Mrs. Red Candle publicly denies any connection with him, but secretly gives him the Zuichun Garden in Luoquan, Zizhou, to hide under Yesha's nose with Wang Tai and the defectors from Tubu.All this seems to have started on that day a few years ago, when he was still a child, he was ordered by Hou Tianlou to sneak into the Zuichun Garden and read all the scriptures in the Zangshu Pavilion.Ming Hongzhu broke up with him a few times, and suddenly hugged him tightly and wept bitterly, saying in his mouth, he is like her child who died young for many years...

Neng Daliang, the head of the Tunri Gang, pinched the short beard on his chin, and then smiled sinisterly: "Since Madam Hongzhu said this, we have to believe it. But if Madam wants to protect this person next time, don't blame us." I am merciless against you!"

Qian Xian'er, head of Evil Man's Ditch, squinted her eyes on the seat, her eyes were fixed on Luo Sha, and she suddenly smiled and said:

"Hey, take a closer look, you evil ghost is actually a cripple. A kidnapper dares to stand here dignifiedly. Do you want to take a good beating from us for nothing?"

Hearing this, everyone turned their attention to the black-clothed Rakshasa.I saw that although he was standing tall and straight, his body was slightly slanted.Recalling that when he entered the treasure hall just now, although his footsteps were sonorous and powerful, they were also unsteady. Thinking about the words spread in the streets and alleys, and the rumors that the hands and feet of the black-clothed Rakshasa were injured in the battle on the cliff, all of you here The person was overjoyed immediately.

Luo Sha said: "So what if I'm lame? Even if I have both legs broken, you may not be able to defeat me."

These words were really arrogant and made everyone furious, even if they had doubts about what he said just now when they entered the treasure hall, they put it behind them at this moment.Even Abbot Lang Si, who has always been the most calm and self-retaining, was filled with anger, and he stood up suddenly, his long eyebrows trembling:

"Huangkou boy! Is this treasure hall also where you came from? You look up, who is not a famous person sitting here? How can you step here? Even if you are qualified Entering the palace, you should also follow the etiquette and take off the ghost mask before the teacher!"

Rakshasa said, "I won't pick it off."

"Why don't you pick it?" Abbot Lang Si glared at him aggressively.

"First, you are not my teacher." The black-clothed Rakshasa spoke sarcastically, "Second, if I pick it off, I will scare some people out of their wits."

Neng Liang, the head of the Tunri Gang, sneered, "Are you born in various ways, or were you burned in the face, who can scare the courage?"

Luo Sha said: "It looks similar to this ghost face, I'm afraid you will be frightened when you look at it." He looked around the hall, saw that everyone's eyes were full of hatred, and their eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire, and said, " You seem to have a lot of things you want to say to me, do you want to settle your crime?"

He was so calm that he hit the sore spot of everyone present.The old abbot let out a long sigh, his face wrinkled like dead tree bark, unbelievable anger poured out of his chest instantly:

"That's right, that's right. I've wanted to arrest you for a long time. Do you still remember that five years ago in the rainy morning, when the assassins in Houtianlou killed Master Gudeng and hung his bones at the entrance of Lianhua Village? Do you still remember Houtianlou? How many monks did the Tianlou assassins infiltrate into the Thousand Monks Association kill?"

Speaking of the grievances with Hou Tianlou, the leader of the Tunri Gang, Neng Liang, also rushed to the crown and yelled loudly: "Three years ago, Hou Tianlou sent porridge and tea with a fine pipa and a hundred-day gu scorpion to the gang. , caused many of our brothers to use up their internal strength, and the Tunri Gang suffered heavy casualties!"

All the disciples outside the door were filled with righteous indignation, and their eyes were burning, wishing they could rush forward and tear the black-clothed Rakshasa to pieces.

Qian Xian'er, the head of Erengou, also showed a heartbroken look, and said: "The former head Mrs. Wang was also murdered by Hou Tianlou, which made Erengou a mob for a while. The young one regards Mrs. Wang as a relative. Big Brother, without him, the little one is like losing a loved one!"

He wiped the dry corners of his eyes, and said sincerely: "I also heard that Hou Tianlou had attacked the Tianshan Gate several times. Before that, he used horrific methods to kill the elders of Sifang. During the battle, many people learned something. The disciples of the Three Beads are broken. Even if they are small, they are sincerely fighting for the injustice of the Tianshan Gate!"

The leader of the alliance, Wu Wugong, looked solemn, and had been in deep thought since just now.After everyone complained in tears, he said in a deep voice:

"Houtianlou...the family of Wu's old friend was brutally slaughtered. Now the Ningyuan Hou's mansion is full of thatch and grass, and there is no one there. The blood on the steps is still cold, how can Wu forget this bloody feud."

Having said that, he thumped the tea boat violently.There was only a loud noise, and the wood block had the slightest crack, and the whole piece split!

Wu Wugong pointed his halberd and glared at him, his roar was like a muffled thunder, which made everyone's ears hurt and buzz:

"Forget about your words just now, Rakshasa in black! The people waiting in the sky are full of blood and debts, and they should be smashed to pieces. And you are the one who should be the most frustrated!"

The disciples outside the door also chattered and made noises.Everyone's eyes turned red, and hatred surged up.When everyone talked about the misdeeds of the Raksha ghost in those words and rumors, they only felt that this person was too guilty to be punished.

Amidst the accusations of thousands of people, the black-clothed Rakshasa just stood calmly and calmly, as if all the reprimands couldn't reach his ears.

After a long time, he spoke hoarsely and calmly:

"Some of the crimes listed by you just now were committed by Hou Tianlou, while others were not. As for me, I have not committed any of them."

Abbot Langsi's eyes were spitting fire, and he lost his composure, and stood up with a huff: "Absurd! You still want to argue! Five years ago, you fought against the abbot of Wutai, and all the monks present could see it clearly. If it wasn't you, Who should it be?"

"I didn't kill a single person at that time." Luo Sha said. "It's just a fight with the monk who broke the precepts."

Mizu, who had been watching them silently for a while, suddenly spoke lazily, with a drawn-out tone: "Even so, the crime of Houtianlou is still too much to write down, and Rakshasa in black has too much blood on his hands, and he can't wash it off. He rested his cheeks and asked in a daze, "but what are you doing here today? You didn't come here specially to be scolded by us, did you?"

The black-clothed Rakshasa nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly curved behind the ghost face: "Yes, I did come here today, and I have already stated my purpose just now."

He looked up at the Yubai swordsman sitting on the seat. The woman was sitting high and her figure was hidden behind the others. The face behind the white veil was cold and ruthless, as if she was looking down on all sentient beings.Rakshasa in black looked at her fiercely, his voice was cold and fierce:

"Today—I will surely take the life of the swordsman Yubai!"

As soon as the voice fell, several martial arts guards quickly fell from the beam, holding waist knives and four-pointed guns, and volleyed straight towards Luocha!The thick red-faced cloth armor wrapped their bodies dull and heavy, but their hands and feet were not rough, only the cold stars were counted, and the blades and spear points flew out like lightning.

At the same time, as if a string in Wu Wugong's heart snapped suddenly, he slapped the table angrily and roared in a rough voice:

"Arrogant and conceited! What kind of pretender are you, and you are here to indulge in the filthy Houtianlou? Take off your ugly ghost face first, and then tell us your nonsense!"

From the moment this Rakshasa ghost entered, it was as if a heavy boulder was hanging in the man's heart, dangling around, and he didn't know when it would fall.He thought carefully about the words of Rakshasa in black, and felt his heart beating like a drum.He stared at the ferocious ghost face, his blazing eyes seemed to be able to burn the copper face.

Why did Rakshasa say—"Come and be the master of the Martial League"?Wu Wugong turned his head to look at the boy sitting beside him.Yan Jiubian's face was pale, as if covered with a layer of frost, and the soft lake wool covered his sweaty side face.He stared fixedly at the black-clothed Rakshasa, his lips trembling, as if he would let out a groan or two at any moment.

Wu Wugong's brows were tightly furrowed, and there was a faint ominous feeling in his heart, as if if he took off the ghost mask, something irreversible would happen.And he was also eager to identify who was coming, and he dared to kill in front of the heroes of the Martial League.

The head of the Tunri Gang, Neng Daliang, was furious: "This little thief is just relying on some three-legged skills to bully the good people, but he has no real skills. He even has to cover up his face. He slapped his face here and pretended to be fat!" With a big wave of his hand, he shouted angrily, "Disciples, take him down, uncover that ghost's face, and let us see what kind of pickled bastard this is!"

With an order, the disciples of each faction took up the soldiers and irons in their hands, and filed in, shouting like thunder.Several disciples rushed forward, howled and raised their iron swords, the light of the sword intertwined like a net, and struck at the black-clothed Rakshasa.Beads of sweat hung on their faces, and their palms were also wet and greasy, but when the roar gushed from their throats, the fear eased a bit.

The black-clothed Rakshasa just turned his body slightly, and several sword points flashed past.He raised his foot carelessly again, stepped on the blade of the sword, bent his knee and bumped into the belly of the attacking disciples, and the disciples flew out howling in pain, knocking down one by one, like being mowed. Mown wheat field.

In the crowd, Rakshasa ghosts are like fish swimming in water, dexterously dodging and dodging.

The disciples of the Tunri Gang saw that they were backed by the leaders of various sects, so they were no longer timid, and rushed forward shouting loudly, "Raksha in black! You timid villain, you are clamoring to kill Yubai swordsman, but now you don't What a coward who dares to show his true face!" As he spoke, one hand stretched out in all directions, trying to peel off the copper on his face.

Whether it is the heroes of the Martial League or the disciples of the rivers and lakes, they all want to take a look at the appearance of this legendary character.In the past, the Wumeng sent Jianghu orders to pursue this murderer, but they always suffered from not knowing his true face.But now seeing Luo Sha, everyone felt that this person's voice was hoarse, they couldn't tell his real age, but he didn't appear to be overbearing, so the fear in their hearts was a little less, and they all rushed forward to surround him and fight.

Crowded, full of people.Now in the treasure hall, hands and feet are intertwined, swords and swords are intertwined, and the scolding is surging like a tide.But the Rakshasa ghost turned and dodged in the middle, his figure was light and nimble, cruising among the crowd like a ghost, no one could touch his clothes.

All of a sudden, Rakshasa in black grabbed an arm that was attacking his face, twisted it lightly, and threw the Tunri Gang disciple who was rushing towards him on his back, and then flew up again, Kick people into the surging sea of ​​people.

He raised his hand, and the crowd took a wary step back, leaving a gap at his side.Among the black and crowed figures, the blue-faced and fang-toothed evil spirit stood out even though he was wearing a black robe, like a thorn in someone's eye.Wu Wugong was speechless, looking at his fingertips climbing upwards, he felt his heart beating violently as if about to be cracked.

"It takes so much trouble to get rid of this ghost face. Sure enough, the Wumeng raises either idiots or cowards. People who were trampled by me five years ago have not been able to climb up to me now."

The Raksha ghost sneered, reached out to pull the tie on the back of his head, his pale knuckles caught the string, and slowly pulled it away.

"Forget it, I'll pick it myself."

The moment the tie was pulled away, the rakshasa ghost face with fangs and ugly shape suddenly fell, making a clanging sound on the ground.

The main room was suddenly so quiet that a needle could be heard dropping, and the noise disappeared in that instant.Everyone stared round their eyes, staring at the pale face under the ghost's face, and lost their voices.

"Don't you all want to see what I look like?" Luo Sha sneered, "Since you are not afraid of being scared, then I will show you enough."

There was no Rakshasa's fangs and bloody mouth on that face, nor was there any scorched black and terrifying scars.It was just the face of a teenager, too young.The outer canthus is raised, and the eyes are as green as emerald jade, which seems to contain a sharp color, and also like the wolf's eyes glowing with a faint light in the dark night, cruel and piercing.

It's just that the facial features on that face seemed to be exactly the same as the young man who was sitting next to the leader of the martial arts at this time.If it weren't for the shallow knife mark right now, it would almost make people think that it should be the same person.

Raksha in black raised his head, smiled, and bowed heavily to the martial arts heroes sitting on the seat.The sunlight reflected on his face and fell into his eyes, bright and brilliant.

In a stunned silence, he said:

"—Jiading Ningyuanhou Mansion Jinwu, I'm here to pay you a special visit."