Fantasy World Transmigration

This night, it rained heavily!

In the dim twilight, I could only hear the sound of water pouring in my ears. From my eyes, to the horizon, and in the vast wilderness, everything that was in a state of embarrassment was knocked down in the rain, broken, and gathered into a muddy stream.

A black boot stepped on the turbid stream, splashing a curtain of water. Looking up, a man tightly wrapped under a coir raincoat and bamboo hat was coldly looking at the rugged mountain road in front of him.

His light work is extremely extraordinary, even in such bad weather, he can jump freely between the cliffs and boulders, and he stepped on the slippery rock wall to create a shallow stone pit, just like an antelope walking through a steep mountain road superior.

He looked around and saw a few inconspicuous shadows flashing not far away, also dressed like him. The man raised his head slightly, looking at the faintly visible mountain top in the distance under the night rain. That is the main altar of the Ming Cult, the location of the Holy Fire Cave, and it is less than ten miles away from them.

In the dark night, dozens of such walkers are heading there. A young man in Tsing Yi is walking in front of them, holding a light oil-paper umbrella in his hand, but no matter how violent the heavy rain is outside, they just can't squeeze in. Into this small oil-paper umbrella. The man in Tsing Yi was clean and dry.

The person next to him didn't have such good luck. Even if it was covered tightly, Huang Chang's body was still a little wet. He raised the bamboo hat on his head and said loudly: "Commander, although today is the night of the full moon , but the weather is so bad, I'm afraid it's not the right time!"

"That's great! Once we fight, we won't have to worry about washing the floor!" Holding an umbrella, Chen Ang strolled in the heavy rain, smiling slightly: "Rain can cover up many things, some traces, some things, what will happen, What is happening is going on quietly in the rain. Under this heavy rain, something is always going to happen, some of us, some of others."

"Rain is the best cover for evil!"

Huang Chang frowned, not understanding the meaning of these words. Suddenly, he noticed a trace of inconspicuous bright red in the water under his feet. He followed the traces of the water and saw several Mingjiao disciples lying on the side with twisted bodies. On the pale face, a pair of eyes were wide open, full of bewilderment and puzzlement.

"Captain!" Huang Chang exclaimed in horror.

A thunderbolt struck not far away, and under the flash of lightning, those faces that were dying to die looked extraordinarily ferocious and strange. Not far away, a disciple of the Ming Cult was pierced by a long sword and nailed to a tree. A pair of tiger eyes stared at him. Looking forward, his face is full of pain, anger and a kind of nameless sadness.

"Such a wound is so cruel and fierce!" Huang Chang went up to check it out, and said with emotion: "The person holding the sword does not have deep internal strength, but the swordsmanship is vicious and fierce, far surpassing ordinary masters. Such a style can only be achieved by assassins!"

"This is not only an assassin, but also a woman." Chen Ang looked at the sword wound, and said lightly: "It is a very beautiful, thoughtful woman, she is like makeup, delicate and subtle for him. Only one sword can make such a clean wound."

"It seems that we have encountered some interesting things."

Rainy nights, murders, women, and duelists who came to the door made the water in Mingjiao, before there was a violent vibration, start to become cloudy. Some things, catalyzed by the arrival of Chen Ang and others, were 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 vigilant and patrolling Mingjiao disciples turned a blind eye to him, and stepped into the heavily protected main altar step by step through the stagnant water.

Wherever he passed,

The eyes of Mingjiao disciples are always a little dull, and they are easily controlled by the man in coir raincoat behind them. Without a sound, a large part of Mingjiao's patrol system is missing.

One by one Mingjiao congregation fell down silently, and they were replaced by Long Xiangwei in a bright red flying fish suit. Like this, Chen Ang approached the Mingjiao main forum step by step. The candlelight even penetrated through the thick screen window, projecting onto Chen Ang outside the door.

Inside, there was a fierce quarrel, and a rough and loud voice roared loudly: "This matter can't be settled like this, no! Blood debts must be paid with blood! We rebelled against that son-of-a-bitch court, Take revenge for Big Brother Shi!"

"Shut up!" Fang La scolded angrily, "Fang Jie, sit down!"

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

After a long time, Fang La said bitterly: "Until this matter is clarified, all of you must not jump to conclusions."

"What else is unclear?" Fang Jie couldn't bear it anymore, regardless of the people around him, he jumped out and said, "That dog officer injured King Shi Fa, and within a few days, Fa King ascended to heaven, don't you know the truth? What we want is revenge! Ask the court for justice!"

"What's fair?" Fang La sneered. "What kind of justice do you want for the imperial court to kill the rebels?"

Fang Jie was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect his uncle to say that, his uncle's will against the imperial court was always the strongest, why did he become like a recruiter now? He stiffened his neck and said, "Killing that dog official is justice!"

"Ming Zun came to the world, and the world was peaceful. The Song court acted perversely, which aroused public grievances, and the world was not peaceful. Therefore, we follow the teaching order, let Ming Zun come to the world, so that everyone in the world is equal and enjoys peace. This is what we justice!"

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

This sentence echoed on the floor, "The imperial court killed me with righteousness, and I held up the banner of justice to oppose it. Isn't it a matter of course for you to die and live? What is there to complain about? Do you still hope that the imperial court will give us a way out? ?”

Everyone held their long knives 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 be killed or injured. If this is all fair, it would be ridiculous." A cold voice came from outside the door.

"Who?" Fang Jie yelled, and Pang Wanchun beside him drew the four-stone iron tire bow, and a sharp arrow pierced through the air, shooting straight out of the door with unparalleled strength. Feng Ya smashed open the door, and the sound of the bowstring sounded, and in the blink of an eye, there was a deadly arrow.

The voice outside the door chuckled, and the door creaked. A blue shadow 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, full of resentment and deep jealousy.

Sometimes, the "justice" that supports a person is the kind of resentment and jealousy against injustice. Their hatred of injustice is not so much hatred for the injustice itself, as it is jealousy of the other side of the injustice. hate.

When they become the object of this kind of benefit, they will maintain this kind of 'injustice' ten times.

Chen Ang sighed slightly. From the point of view of Fang Jie's hardcore believers, judging from their wishes and awareness, Mingjiao is nothing more than that!

He looked at Fang Jie, smiled, and said lazily: "You want to avenge Shi Bao? Then you are looking for the wrong person. Since I spared his life, why would I go to such lengths to kill him? He I don't pay attention to such people."

"Brother Shi was injured on your hand and died of serious injuries. It wasn't you who did it, who else?" Fang Jie asked angrily, "Could it be us who did it, you..."

"I'm afraid you misunderstood what I mean!" Chen Ang interrupted lightly: "You think I'm explaining to you? I'm just telling you a fact. Do you believe it or not? What does it matter to me? That's what you did. Your choice, and I just decide the outcome of your choice."

Chen Ang doesn't care about the attitude of the Mingjiao people, the mantis is like a car, does the car need to care about the attitude of the mantis? It just gives a result. When he said a fact, he was 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" about the reactions of other people.

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

"Presumptuous!" "You're courting death!" The members of the Ming Cult in the hall were all irritated by Chen Ang's defiant attitude, and they yelled at them sharply, especially a few violent believers, who were about to draw their swords.

Fang La's eyes swept away, and these people calmed down, but some people were unwilling to say: "The dog official of the court, killing my brother, he deserves death, and he must not be let go!"

As soon as this remark came out, there were many people who responded, Fang La sighed and said: "The imperial court's Mingjiao, water and fire are incompatible, you and I are in the position of life and death, today's battle is imperative, Shi Bao's death, I have already made a conclusion, but it is not true. For this trumped-up charge, it’s you and me, we just have different positions.”

"That's right, I finally met a sensible person." Chen Ang smiled lightly: "Master, please!"

Before the voice fell, the figure flashed suddenly, and there was a whistling wind. Chen Ang still looked the same, but his whole body seemed to move across the sky, moving to the door like a ghost. In the night rain, Chen Ang stood with an umbrella, quietly waiting.