I didn't intend to be a Fairy

"The Daoist is a good trick." Nvxia Wu squinted her eyes, staring at the person who was gradually burned to nothing in the flames, leaving only his clothes, and laughed, "I heard that many strange people in the Jianghu are It takes a lifetime to learn one or two sample collars, and the masters in temples and temples only learn three or five sample collars at most, and Taoist priests are young, so they can learn a lot of spells."

"Small tricks are not worth mentioning."

"What about these five?"

Wu Xia looked at the remaining five Jianghu people.

"Several..."

The Taoist looked at them, paused for a moment, and asked, "Have you ever killed innocent people?"

The wind blows and the grass stirs, and no one answers.

The five Jianghu people were fixed in place. Some people turned their eyes to this side and could see something from the corner of their eyes. Some people looked elsewhere and couldn't see what was going on here, but they could all hear the voice, and they could know it from the voice. What happened here, and what is the ability of this Taoist.

At this moment, when the Taoist asked, I was terrified.

Fear, anxiety, and regret.

Sometimes I feel that what I have met is a god, and sometimes I think of the innocent people I have killed indiscriminately, and feel that my retribution has finally arrived, and I am even more frightened and remorseful.

When the heart is disturbed, it is like a fire.

"Canopy..."

Immediately, three people caught fire.

But different from that one, the three of them couldn't move or make a sound, so they just stood like wooden stake dummies, burned to ashes.

I don't know what the other two are thinking.

"What kind of method is this?"

"The law of fire."

"so smart!"

"It's not that strong." The Taoist explained calmly, "At the beginning, the one who was brought back by the heroine was already frightened, uneasy, fearful and suspicious, and remorse was aroused by my subordinates, so it was easy to be overwhelmed by anger. While it was burned to ashes, the next three, seeing what happened to that one, were equally uneasy, fearful and suspicious, the fire started in their hearts, not from the hands of the master."

"What about the other two?"

The female hero looked at the remaining two.

"Taoists shouldn't commit more crimes, and I'm not a person who likes to kill. Except for those who clearly want to kill me, I won't take their lives." The Taoist said patiently, "These two can kill you." I have escaped the questioning of my subordinates, and probably have not killed innocent people, but since they are the same as the five heroes of Angzhou, they are naturally not good people, so let them stay here."

"How long will you stay?"

"One day and one night."

"interesting."

Although there are people here, it is above the mountains after all.

Although it is stable during the day, there are wolves at night. What's more, now that there are countless people from the rivers and lakes gathered in the mountains, staying here for a day and a night and surviving, it is not easy to say, it is not difficult to say it is difficult.

I'm afraid it's going to be a test of good fortune.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a muffled sound above his head.

Girls and girls all looked up.

"It is going to rain."

The Taoist said something to them.

The girl blinked her lips.

The woman frowned.

"That can't be done. My horse can't get wet in the rain. It's easy to get sick when it gets wet." Wu Xia pointed to the front, "I remember when I came here, there was a pavilion over there to shelter from the rain."

"Let's go."

"Are you going too?"

"nature."

"Not in a hurry to go down the mountain?"

"Not urgent."

"Some people in the rivers and lakes die for the sake of treasures, but they don't even have to give up their lives."

"It's just a good time to get to know each other."

The Taoist has already taken the lead.

The mountain wind blows in the face, making the robes flutter and the hair fluttering along with it. The grass and forests on the roadside are all bent over. Looking at the mountains, the open and spectacular scenery is also a sight.

Sure enough, there are quite a few people from the rivers and lakes on the mountain, and I don't know how many people I have encountered, either openly or secretly, along the way.

Some Jianghu people see that he is a Taoist, and they will be a little more polite, first report their family name, ask about it, and then make a decision. As for whether to fight or kill, whether to make a rule or not, each is different.

Some rely on their own abilities, without saying a word, they draw their swords to meet each other.

Some hid in the dark and shot cold arrows.

Some of them saw the Taoist woman's superb skills from a distance, and they dared not go forward. After a few glances, they slipped away quietly, not knowing where they went.

Different choices are doomed to different ends.

Gradually, he saw the pavilion in the mouth of the heroine.

Although it is on the mountainside, it is a cliff protruding outwards. I don't know which elegant person built it. It is perfect for viewing the scenery.

The three of them walked into the pavilion first.

It didn't take long for it to rain.

It rained heavily and came quickly.

The Taoist sat cross-legged in the pavilion unhurriedly, neither upset by the many interruptions from the Jianghu people just now, nor sentimental because of the burning of seven or eight people, as if there was no disturbance in his heart.

Looking out from the pavilion, every drop of rain is a short rain strip, hanging all over the sky and the earth.

Walking through the forest, hitting leaves and knocking on pavilion tiles, the voices are different.

There has always been a cloud of fog in the mountains, and when the heavy rain pours, it rises again, like a layer of semi-transparent gauze covering the layers of green hills. The scenery is beautiful, but it has become a scene in a landscape painting.

People from the rivers and lakes came here one after another.

Maybe there are those who also know that there is a pavilion here and come to shelter from the rain, or maybe there are people who got the news from those who slipped away and came here specially to snatch the treasure.

But no one acted rashly, they all stood outside the pavilion, staring at the people in the pavilion in the rain.

Gradually more and more together.

From a dozen to twenty, and from twenty to thirty, forty, seventy or eighty, and then it is difficult to count them clearly, maybe there are already hundreds of them.

Still increasing.

Some came alone, and some came in groups of three or four. Some stood scattered on the road ahead or on the hillside, and some gathered in a pile, only a black mass in the heavy rain.

The weapons in the hands of these Jianghu people are also different, such as knives, guns, swords and halberds, axes, hooks and forks, everything.

Not only weapons, but also different dresses. Some are well dressed, some are in a mess, some are wearing coir raincoats, some are wearing bamboo hats, some are only drenched in the rain, and their hair is wet in strands.

The sound of beating horses was faintly heard at the foot of the mountain. It was obvious that someone had heard the news and rushed over, which was enough to show how attractive this legendary and peerless painting was.

These rivers and lakes people either went alone and stared at the Taoist and the woman in the pavilion with their weapons in their arms, or gathered together to discuss in a low voice, but their voices were also drowned out by the sound of heavy rain. Many gazes and many weapons converged into a rare killing spirit, which was also mixed with the noise of the heavy rain.

The two people standing and sitting in the pavilion spoke in low voices.

"I'm afraid there will be two or three hundred people."

"Um……"

"There are so many people, don't mention me, even if you call Shu Yifan and Lin Dehai together, I'm afraid they won't be able to stop you. It's up to you, Daoist Priest, if it doesn't work, I won't be able to help you. "

"Thank you, Heroine."

Sitting cross-legged, the Taoist was not in a hurry, appreciating the rain as well as the people of the rivers and lakes, raised the corners of his mouth: "Woman, tell me..."

"What?"

"Does it look like the Liujiang Conference back then?"

"..."

Wu Xia looked up and took a closer look, then smiled and replied: "There were many more people at the Liujiang Conference than here, but I also saw a lot of good players in the rivers and lakes here."

The Taoist did not respond.

Because someone has already come out in front.

It was an old man with a white beard, wearing a bamboo hat, and shouting at the top of his voice: "The Daoist inside, it's polite to descend to Lingyun."

Shouting and clapping hands.

"Ling Yun, I used to come out of the Golden Knife Gate, but later I was in Changjing, and I was not forgiving when I was given a nickname. A few years ago, I went to the Minister of Rites as a guest. I don't know if I came here secretly, or I was given According to the secret order of Shangshu, I came to find Hua." Wu Xia whispered beside her.

"I heard that Master Dao is powerful in mana, and the guardians around him are also good at martial arts, but there are so many of us, so we are not easy to provoke! Since Master Dao is profound, why should we ordinary people fight for treasure?"

"Hey, I've become your bodyguard."

"Keep discipline in Xiaguan."

Another slightly fat middle-aged man stood up.

"Old Ling was right in his previous life. Daoist is an expert, so why would he give up his whole body of Taoism to compete with us for treasures? Losing will ruin his whole body of practice, and winning will also bring about all kinds of murders. Both left and right suffer."

"Guan Shouji, from Yizhou, our hometown, I don't know which sect, and there is a younger brother, Guan Meiqi, who has been in Changjing for many years, and he is quite particular about his work."

Another middle-aged man who was almost fat came out.

"I heard people say that my father reported his family name as a native of Lingquan County, Yizhou? Hehe, although the villain has never been to the Taoist priest's Yinyang Mountain to play or go to incense, we can be regarded as half of the fellow villagers. There is really no need to fight each other, what do you think, Lord Dao?"

"This is Guan Meiqi."

"Cui Fengji in Lower Changzhou!" A young man stepped forward, "I'm not here to offend you! No matter how high you are, you have to weigh it. We have gathered so many heroes here, and many of them brought bows and arrows. Say hundreds of knives rush forward, even if they draw bows and shoot arrows together, the Taoist master has not become a fairy, so maybe he can stop it?"

"Cui Fengji, pseudonym, original name Cui Miao, often hangs around in the ghost market, pretending to be a master, looks awesome, but in fact, everyone knows it, even killing dogs can't catch up."

"At the next table, Yishang, watching the excitement, I just wanted to say something when I came out, don't accidentally hurt me, Daoist."

"Xi Yishang, the legendary member of the Xi family of Yunhemen, the largest sect in Jianghu, you met his elder brother at the Liujiang meeting before. The Yunhemen sect is stationed outside Changjing, and it is even inside Changjing There are even countless inextricable connections in the court, among so many people here, he is the most difficult to mess with."

Song You looked ahead quietly.

At the Liujiang Conference before, I heard Wu Xia said that the Yunhe Gate is a disgrace to the Jianghu. However, when listening to the book later, the storytellers respected him very much, and the people in Changjing Jianghu also gave him face.

Just like that—

Xi Yishang suddenly opened his mouth to announce his family name, and there was a commotion among a group of Jiang Hu people, looking left and right, whispering.

Those who were far away did not hear Xi Yishang's voice amidst the heavy rain, and hurriedly asked the people in front, and when they heard that the people from Xi's family of Yunhemen had also come, there was another commotion.

It took a long time for the commotion to subside.

Finally someone spoke to Song You again:

"I heard that Master Dao is not a member of the Jianghu? From what I see, even if Master Dao was entrusted by others, there is no need to be so persistent! At this time, it is considered as our coercion. Under life and death, Master Dao is not a breach of promise! Please also ask Master Dao Give us the things you brought, and we will decide on their own."

"Master Dao, please hand over the painting!"

"Master Dao can fix one person, how many people can he fix, can he fix hundreds of us?"

"Master Dao handed over the painting, and we bought it. Let's pool some money to thank Master Dao. After we go out, no matter who the treasure belongs to, everyone will say that it was taken from Master Dao. How about it?"

"Master Dao..."

The wind and rain outside the pavilion are getting stronger, and there are bursts of thunder. More and more people from the rivers and lakes stand up. You speak to each other, either urging or persecuting, or leaving room, or hiding the needle, each has its own way. His character, the so-called quack spirit probably all contained in these words.

The Taoist listened and found it very interesting.