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Chapter 57 Top of the Holy Fire

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    This night, it rained heavily!

    Under the dim dusk, you can only hear the sound of water pouring in your ears. From in front of your eyes to the horizon, in the vast wilderness, everything is falling and broken in the rain, and then gathers into a turbid current.

    A black boot stepped on the turbid current, causing a splash of water. Looking up, a man tightly wrapped in a raincoat and bamboo hat looked coldly at the rugged mountain road in front of him.

    His lightness skills are extremely extraordinary. Even in such bad weather, he can jump freely between the cliffs and boulders. He stepped on the slippery stone wall to create a shallow pit, like an antelope walking through the steep mountain road.  superior.

    He looked left and right, and saw several inconspicuous shadows flashing not far away. They were also dressed the same as him. The man raised his head slightly and looked at the looming mountain top in the distance in the night rain.  That was the main altar of the Ming Cult and the location of the Holy Fire Cave, less than ten miles away from them.

    In the dark night, dozens of such travelers were heading there. A young man in Tsing Yi was walking in front of them, holding a light oil-paper umbrella in his hand. But no matter how violent the heavy rain outside was, he couldn't squeeze in.  Enter this small oil paper umbrella.  This man in green clothes is clean and dry.

    The man next to him did not have such good luck. Even though he was covered tightly, Huang Shang could not help but feel a little damp. He raised the bamboo hat on his head and said loudly: "Captain, although today is a full moon night,  , but the weather is so bad, I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s not the right time!¡±

    "It's great! Once the fighting starts, you don't have to worry about washing the floor!" Chen Ang held an umbrella and walked in the heavy rain, smiling slightly: "Rain can cover up many things, some traces, some things, what will happen,  What is happening is happening quietly in the rain. Under this heavy rain, something is always going to happen, some to us and some to other people."

    "Rain is the best cover for sin!"

    Huang Shang frowned, not understanding what he meant. Suddenly, he noticed an inconspicuous trace of bright red in the water under his feet. Following the traces of the water, he saw several Mingjiao disciples lying on the side with their bodies twisted.  On the pale face, a pair of eyes were wide open, full of confusion and confusion.

    "Captain!" Huang Shang exclaimed in shock.

    A thunderbolt struck not far away. Under the flash of lightning, those dead-looking faces looked particularly ferocious and strange. Not far away, a Mingjiao disciple was pierced by a long sword and nailed to a tree. A pair of tiger eyes stared at him intently.  Looking forward, his face showed pain, anger and a kind of nameless sadness.

    "Such a wound, so cruel and sharp!" Huang Shang went up to check it out and said with emotion: "The person holding the sword does not have deep internal strength, but his swordsmanship is vicious and sharp, but it is far beyond that of ordinary masters.  Only assassins can create such a style!"

    "This is not only an assassin, but also a woman." Chen Ang looked at the sword wound and said calmly: "She is a very beautiful and thoughtful woman. She is like makeup, delicate and subtle.  Only one sword can create such a clean wound."

    "It looks like we encountered some interesting things."

    Rainy nights, murders, women, and duelists coming to the door have made the water in Mingjiao begin to become turbid before it violently shakes. Something, catalyzed by the arrival of Chen Ang and others, is quietly fermenting.

    Chen Ang looked at the brightly lit Mingjiao main altar and smiled slightly. It was clearly in the heavy rain, but all the Mingjiao disciples who were vigilantly patrolling turned a blind eye to him. They stepped through the stagnant water step by step and entered the tightly protected main altar.

    Whenever he passed by, the eyes of Mingjiao disciples would always be a little dull, and they could easily be controlled by the men in raincoats behind them. Silently, a large part of the Mingjiao's patrol system was missing.

    One by one, Mingjiao believers fell down silently, and were replaced by Longxiang guards in bright red flying fish uniforms. In this way, Chen Ang approached the main meeting forum of Mingjiao step by step. Tonight, the lights here were brightly lit, and the swaying  The candlelight even penetrated the thick screen window and projected on Chen Ang outside the door.

    Inside, there was a fierce quarrel, and a loud and rude voice shouted: "This matter can't be settled like this, no! The blood debt must be repaid with blood! We rebelled, rebelled against that son of a bitch court,  Revenge for Brother Shi!"

    "Shut up!" Fang La shouted angrily: "Fang Jie, sit down!"

    He glanced around at the bustling congregation in the hall, looked at their indignant eyes and clenched weapons, let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and listened to his own heartbeat. In the blink of an eye, there was deathly silence in the room.  .

    After a long time, Fang Lacai said bitterly: "Before this matter is clarified, all of you should not make any hasty conclusions.  "

    "What else is unclear?" Fang Jie couldn't bear it anymore, and regardless of the pull of the people around him, he jumped out and said: "The dog officer injured Fa Wang Shi, and within a few days, Fa Wang ascended to heaven. Isn't the fact still clear?  What we want is revenge! Seek justice from that court!"

    "What kind of justice?" Fang La sneered.  "The imperial court killed the rebels. What kind of justice do you want?"

    Fang Jie was slightly stunned. He didn't expect his uncle to say this. His uncle's will to oppose the imperial court has always been the strongest. How come he has become like a recruiter now?  He stiffened his neck and said, "Killing that dog officer is just justice!"

    "Ming Zun came to the world, and the world was peaceful. The Song Dynasty court acted in reverse, causing resentment among the people, and the world was not peaceful. Therefore, we followed the decree and asked Ming Zun to come to the world so that everyone in the world could be equal and enjoy peace. This is what we  Justice!"

    Fang La turned around and looked at everyone, and said word by word: "For the sake of justice, everyone is willing to sacrifice their lives, throw away their wealth and lives, and die in the hands of the court. Isn't it a matter of benevolence and benevolence?"

    This sentence struck home, "The imperial court killed me out of righteousness, and I raised the banner of justice to oppose it. Life and death, aren't they all things that should be taken for granted? What is there to complain about? Do we still expect the imperial court to give us a way out?"  ?¡±

    Everyone clenched their swords tightly, and their anger turned into all kinds of determination.

    "Master Fang is right! We are in a life-and-death relationship. It's normal for each other to suffer casualties. If this is all fair, it would be a bit ridiculous." A cold voice came from outside the door.

    "Who is it?" Fang Jie shouted, and Pang Wanchun beside him opened the four-stone iron bow, and shot a sharp arrow through the air, going straight out of the goal with unparalleled power.  The sharp arrow broke through the door, and the sound of the bowstring sounded, and a fatal arrow was struck between lightning and flint.

    The voice outside the door chuckled, and the door creaked.  A green figure came over, holding a refined iron arrow in his hand.  Chen Ang smiled and said, "Aren't you waiting for me?"

    "Dog officer, you still dare to come here. Today, I will avenge Brother Shi!" Fang Jie looked at Chen Ang in his eyes, full of resentment and deep jealousy.

    Sometimes, the "justice" that supports a person is the kind of resentment and jealousy towards injustice. Their hatred of injustice is not so much hatred of the injustice itself, but rather jealousy of the other party, the object of the injustice.  Hatred.

    When they become the target of such benefits, they defend this 'injustice' tenfold.

    Chen Ang sighed slightly. From the perspective of backbone members like Fang Jie and their aspirations and consciousness, the Ming Cult is nothing more than that!

    He looked at Fang Jie, smiled, and said lazily: "You want to avenge Shi Bao? Then you have found the wrong person. Since I spared his life, why would I go to all the trouble to kill him? He  I don¡¯t pay attention to such people.¡±

    "Brother Shi was injured on your hand and died of serious injuries. If you didn't do it, who else could it be?" Fang Jie asked angrily: "Could it be us who did it? You"

    "I'm afraid you misunderstood what I meant!" Chen Ang interrupted lightly: "Do you think I'm explaining to you? I'm just telling you a fact. Do you believe it or not? What does it have to do with me? That's what you do.  It¡¯s your choice, and I just decide the outcome of your choice.¡±

    Chen Ang doesn¡¯t care about the attitude of everyone in the Ming Cult. The mantis acts as a chariot. Does the chariot need to care about the mantis¡¯s attitude?  It just gives a result.  He said a fact, not trying to change other people's attitudes, but a habit of seeking truth from facts, and he was also very 'seeking truth from facts' regarding other people's reactions.

    They are calm and have nothing to do with Chen Ang. If they are impulsive, they will be shattered to pieces.

    "Presumptuous!" "You are looking for death!" The Mingjiao believers in the hall were irritated by Chen Ang's arrogant attitude and shouted harshly, especially a few bad-tempered believers who were ready to draw their swords.

    With a glance from Fang La, these people calmed down, but there were still some people who were unwilling to say: "The official of the imperial court, if you kill my brother, you will be punished by death. You must not let him go!"

    As soon as these words came out, there were many people who responded. Fang La sighed and said: "The Mingjiao in the imperial court is incompatible with water and fire. You and I are in a life-or-death position. Today's battle is inevitable. I have already made a conclusion about Shi Bao's death, but that's not the case."  For this groundless crime, it¡¯s just you and me who have different positions.¡±

    "That's it, I finally met someone who understands." Chen Ang smiled lightly and said: "Leader, please!"

    Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly flashed, and there was a roar of wind. Chen Ang still looked the same, but his whole person seemed to have moved across the air, moving outside the door like a ghost. In the night rain, Chen Ang stood holding an umbrella, quietly  waiting.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)??www.hlnovel.com
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