Nirvana In Fire

After leaving Bamboo Sea Tea House, Meng Xin and Mae Chang Su, like the two of them when they went out, took a blue cloth sedan, one on a date red horse, followed by several banned army escorts and two domestic servants sent by Xie Pi, and walked away from the bustling main street flow, picking a quiet off-road return. Just as he stepped out of the alley and came to a crossroads, a cavalry captain of the banned army commander rushed in, informing him that His Majesty had summoned him. As soon as Meng earnestly heard that he hesitated, Mae Chang Su had lifted the curtain on the side of the sedan: “With the kindness of His Majesty, His Majesty summoned him not to delay him, so he said goodbye here and thanked Su for coming to the door another day. ”

“You're welcome, Mr. Sue.” Meng Xi arched his hand and turned back and told the proscribed guards who followed him to escort Su Zhe back to the Xie Mansion carefully. After saying goodbye, he hurried towards Miyagi.

After running out of several district, Meng suddenly remembered that Peiyu on the belt of the official uniform used to replace the room fell off yesterday. Although it was not very noticeable, since it was important to face the holy face, it was important to keep the instrument neat, so he slowed down the horse speed and prepared to order the messenger captain to go around to the chief's house to pick up a new belt. But then he turned around and found that there was no shadow of the man, and he doubted that Yun Dasheng was in his heart. Again, the rider's face, although his usual subordinate was right at first glance, but he kept on his knees when he came to the messenger, only said two or three sentences, and there was no detailed identification at all. Now, it seems likely that the other person was faking.

If this sacred life is false, it can be revealed as soon as it enters the palace door, so it is obvious that the purpose of the other party is not to deceive themselves into doing something, but only to move the tiger away from the mountain.

Mindful of this, Meng Si couldn't help but sincerely hurry to turn his horse's head, rushing towards the road when he came, whipping his horse all the way up, lifting up his inner strength and screaming pedestrians away, only hating that he could not have his wings, hoping that Mei Changsu would not have any accidents.

By the time he reached the crossroads where he broke up, there were already many signs here. Since not far away there were two forks that could lead to the Xie Mansion, Mont stopped sincerely, and the horse was connected several times, he could not decide. At a moment of confusion, suddenly a few hidden exclamations were coming, caught by his sensitive ears. After quickly judging the orientation and distance, Meng sincerely jumped from the saddle and plunged directly onto the ridge of the bungalow next to him. Below the tip of his foot, his figure flew forward like an arrow off the string. A moment later, he arrived at the scene of the mixed battle, sweeping past the first look, and when climbing, he was angry and angry.

Seeing Mae Changsu's little sedan fall on the side of the road, the top of the sedan has been smashed into pieces, the sedan and his entourage are upside down, not knowing whether he is in a coma or dead, even among the guards he left behind, the middle of the street is flying fiercely against a yellow shirt man, the sword of the palm wind is as sharp as a tangible, spinning into a fierce atmosphere, these guards are unable to join the fight.

Meng had no time to look closely, his eyes immediately swept around, but he did not find the figure of Mae Chang-su. In a hurry, he drank a loud and straight down. A record of “Light Falls” like acupuncture flames split to the scene, intending to catch each other with the flying stream. Who knows, although it is true that the opponent was rapidly retreating from the attack, but did not expect the current to be unhappy, and immediately turned the direction, turning the clap to try to resist.

“It's me!” Meng sincerely knew that if he got into contact with Feiqiu at this time, it would give the enemy a chance to escape, but Feiqiu's intelligence was simple, there was a judgment error, and he couldn't say much more for a moment, and he wanted to jump to the other side and block the way for the Yellow Shirt Man.

Flying saw him quit and didn't tangle, turning the offense and clapping at the yellow shirt man. He changed the target twice in a row at the moment of this electric fireworks, but the process flowed naturally, and there was no feeling of stagnation in the breath, and the yellow shirt people couldn't help but say "eh” twice.

At this time, Meng sincerely moved, was about to join the squad again, suddenly listening to a gentle call next to him: “Brother Mont...” When he turned around, it was Mae Changsu who stood under the side front street along the roof, waving at him. He looked at the position once again, just below the room ridge on which he had just stood. It was immediately understood that Mae Changsu's figure was not found at the first time because his perspective was blocked by the roof.

He grabbed Mae Changsu's wrist and looked around him again. He was not newly injured, although he looked like a snowball, so he took a long breath and relaxed.

“Flying is fine for now, you stay out of it.” Mae Changsu's gaze locked heavily on the two fighting people in the street and said in a low and medium tone.

“I hope you're okay. I'm relieved that Flying's hand...” Meng Xi just answered half a sentence and the voice suddenly broke. As he was in a hurry, he immediately retreated from the yellow shirt, and failed to notice the strength of the other party. He now took a closer look and was shocked.

According to the current figure of Fei Liu, he has long been among the top ten, its depth and shallow is not measurable. Even the suspension mirror defeated his men in summer and winter. Even those who call themselves the first master of the Daliang fight with the juvenile, he must be very spiritual, do not dare to be careless. I didn't expect this lukewarm yellow shirt man to be able to take full advantage of the flying stream and still take the upper hand.

Mae Chang Summer looked at him for a moment, frowned, his heart had made a judgment, turned his head and exchanged his eyes with Meng Shi. He knew from the other party's eyes that his conclusions were the same as his own, so he took a step forward and shouted: “General Tuotou, you are far from being a guest, you can negotiate two tricks. Lord Monsieur is here, please stop. Can we all talk somewhere? ”

The yellow shirt man was called by him to break his name, and he heard that the man who had just given himself a strong hand was heartfelt. Knowing that he would continue to fight, he defeated this unnamed young master, and he could not please himself. He had to jump back and quit the squad. Fei Liu also heard Mae Chang Su talking, so he did not push forward, but stared at the yellow shirt with a sharp shady eye.

Because knowing that this man is the third best expert on the Langlan list, Meng Si deliberately walked forward and held Mae Chang-su behind him, arching his hand as a courtesy: “General Tuotuo, your mission has been away from Beijing for many days, how come the general has come to admire this time? ”

Takuhao stood silently because he wore an easy mask on his face and could not see the reason for his expression. After a moment of cold field, he held his fist and gave a gift. "The embassy of the country returned to your country, and the warrior Bailidge, personally chosen by the four princes of the country, was also taught by this Mr. Su. So far, he has disappeared, his whereabouts are unknown. If I don't come to see him again, that is the real face. ”

Mae Chang-su laughed. “Is it possible that General Fei is here to teach me a lesson for the Hundred Mile Warriors? That was really unjust. I used to make hundreds of excuses. I couldn't help but disobey the orders of the emperor. Your ambassador spoke with the utmost gratitude, which made it difficult to trick him into doing something small. Please also ask the general to massively forgive him. ”

Takuho snorted coldly: "Bailidge's martial arts, I tested them when he left. So before the future, I also taught you to be a magician and win by tricks, but today in World War I...” He glanced at the flying stream slightly, “There must have been some place where such a master could be an anonymous guard beside you. ”

Mae Chang-su smiled bitterly: “The flying stream is still small. Where is General Taku's opponent? If I ever had anybody, I wouldn't have been smashed to the top by a sword from the general, so I ran away..."

Meng sincerely listened to him say that his face was a little gloomy at the moment. “What's the point of General Tuobao's casual attack on our guest secretary in Daliang country without a note? ”

I traveled a little bit, obviously a little hard to answer. He had great martial arts skills and secretly infiltrated Daliang Kyoto to see what kind of person Su Zhe was who had forced Bailiqi to defeat and disappear. The original intention was not to really hurt people, but to try to go after a deep and shallow test. Who knew that Su Zhe had such a master as a flying stream next to him, and was entwined. Then even Daliang's first master appeared, and not only did he fail to walk, but his identity was also discovered. He fell into such an awkward, difficult situation to explain.

However, despite the reason, Takuhoe did not want to show weakness. Besides, he was ranked third on the list of top players, Meng was ranked second, but the two of them never faced each other. I really couldn't figure out why Master Lang decided on this order. I was already a little uncomfortable with it. Now that someone has caught me in the current position, I'd rather take the opportunity to fight a battle, than reluctantly defend myself. Now lifting the sword in his chest, he said coldly: “This is Lord Montgomery's land, I have nothing to say, let's do it! ”

Mae Chang Su tried to stop it, but his eyebrows moved slightly and he changed his mind again, turning around and watching the game in a far away place. The flying stream followed him with a cold look, but a little excitement deep in his eyes.

Lang Ying's list of masters fought with Tang Hua in a street alley in Daliang Kyoto. If the news got out, the people who took care of half the river and lake would shred their heads and squeeze in to see it, but the other half didn't come, knowing that they could not squeeze in any more. Unfortunately, this happened so suddenly, it was too late to publish the news and collect the tickets, so the only people who could be very happy with their eyes were Shichang Su and Fei Liu, who were standing by.

In the past, Beiyan Kuanshen sat in a large position, and the Murong royal family was forced to give way to Jiangshan. The owner of the Tohoku family let Zen succeed in striking the Great Festival, assassinating Kwon Sen. At that time, he was the only soldier in the palace with a cold sword. In the event of demon killing, in the event of Buddha killing Buddha, the Murong family was restored in blood. Since then, the Takutoshi family has stood at the head of the Beiyan Sword Sect. None of the owners of the past generations has been a master of the world.

The fame is much more plain than the legendary family history of Toho. His kung fu, both inside and outside, is learned from Shaolin. There is no mysterious ingenuity in kung fu, and he punches and punches to his current status. Unlike Takuhao's fast-paced rivalry with the Flying Stream, Montgomery's manoeuvres seemed to make it too clear and steady, as if Takuhao had stabbed dozens of swords, so he slowly waved his hand. However, the fast and special way, but the same way, the sword of Takuhao was as fast as a optical net, and the sincere slow but still did not move into a thick wall. The optical net collided with the thick wall, and what struck was a brilliant spark that could only be provoked between the two great worlds.

As one of the few spectators who witnessed this peak battle, Mae Changsu obviously did not cherish this opportunity enough. His eyes drifted and he looked distracted. From time to time, he also lowered his head to think about it. He did not look seriously at it at all. Until the blade wind shadow burst from it, the two men each leaped backwards a few steps, and after agitating against each other again, he remembered to do what the audience had to do. He hurried to clap for the good.

On the face of it, it appears that the battle has not yet been divided between victory and defeat, and should continue to be fought for some time. But when Mae Changsu laughed and called it "wonderful” and walked forward, Meng earnestly did not remind him to go back to where he was. Instead, he gathered his strength, as if he wanted to give this war painting a termination token. Toho's expression was all beneath the mask, and he couldn't see it, but because the mask was light and delicate, he could still notice that he bit his teeth hard and his eyes were slightly reddish. Eventually, however, he pressed his emotions and put the sword in his hand into the sheath, humming coldly.