Fantasy World Transmigration

This night, the rain is great!

Under the dim twilight, I can only hear the sound of water flowing from my ear. From the front of my eyes to the sky, in the vast wilderness, all the wolverines are scattered and broken in the rain, and they gather into a turbid stream.

A black boots, stepping on the turbidity, splashing a curtain of water, looking up, a man wrapped tightly under the shackles, coldly looking at the rugged mountain road.

His light work is extremely out of the ordinary, even in such a bad weather, he can easily jump between the cliff boulder, the slippery stone wall is stepped out by a shallow crater, like an antelope, walking through On the steep mountain road.

He looked around, several inconspicuous shadows, flashing not far away, and dressing like him, the man raised his head slightly, looking at the night rain curtain, the faintly discernible hill in the distance. It is the altar of the Ming dynasty, the location of the holy fire, only less than 10 li.

In the dark night, dozens of such walkers are marching there. A young man in Tsing Yi walks in front of them with a light paper umbrella on his hand. No matter how violent the outside rain is, it is not crowded. Into this little oil paper umbrella. This Tsing Yi person is dry.

The man next to him did not have such good luck. Even if the cover was tight, Huang Chang’s body would be a little damp. He raised his brawling head and said loudly: “Dudu, today is the full moon night. The weather is so bad, I am afraid it is not the time!”

“It’s good! It won’t bother to wash the floor after a while!” Chen Ang held the umbrella and walked in the rain, said with a slight smile: “The rain can cover a lot of things, some traces, some things, will happen. Everything that is happening is quietly going on in the rain. Under the heavy rain, something is always going to happen, some are us and some are others.”

“Rain is the best cover of sin!”

Huang Chang frowns, some do not understand the meaning of this, suddenly, he found a trace of inconspicuous bright red in the water under the feet, looking at the traces of the water flow, several Ming culture disciples, body lying on the side. On the pale face, a pair of eyes squatted, full of sorrow and puzzled.

“Dudu!” Huang Chang screamed out in surprise.

A fried thunder is not far away, the electric light shines, the faces of those died with unaddressed grievance are extraordinarily embarrassing and strange. Not far away, a Mingjiao discipline is pierced by a long sword, nailed to the tree, and a pair of tigers die. Looking at the front with death, his face is pain, anger and a nameless sadness.

“This kind of wound is so good, so fierce!” Huang Shang went up to check it out and said: “The person who is holding the sword, the internal force is not deep, but the sword is poisonous and fierce, but far beyond the average master. This style can only be achieved by an assassin!”

“This is not only an assassin, but also a woman.” Chen Ang looked at the sword wound, indifferently said: “It is a very beautiful, thoughtful woman, she is like a make-up, fine, subtle giving to him. A sword has such a clean and clean wound.”

“It seems that we have encountered some interesting things.”

Rainy nights, murders, women, and door-to-door duelists, let the Mingjiao water, without the fierce vibration, have begun to turbid, and some things, catalyzed by the arrival of Chen Ang and others, quietly fermented.

Chen Ang looked at the brightly lit Ming dynasty altar, lightly smiled, obviously in the heavy rain, but let all the vigilant patrol of the Ming dynasty discipline, turned a blind eye to him, step by step through the water, into the strict protection of the altar.

Wherever he passes, the eyes of the disciplinary disciples will always be a bit sluggish, and the light and easy to be controlled by the behind-the-shoulders will be silent, and the Mingjiao patrol system lacks a large part.

A Ming educator, quietly fell down, replaced by a dragon in a bright red flying fish suit, Chen Ang is like this, step by step close to the altar of the Ming dynasty, tonight, brightly lit, swaying The candlelight even passed through the thick screens, and the projection was on Chen Ang outside the door.

Inside, there was a fierce quarrel, and a rude big voice shouted: “This can’t be counted like this, can’t! Blood debt must have blood to pay back! We are against it, against the court of the bitch, Revenge for the stone big brother!”

“Stop!” Fang La screamed angrily: “Fang Jie, sit down!”

He looked around, the bustling church in the hall, watching their indignant eyes, the gripping weapon, a long sigh, closing his eyes, listening to his heartbeat, the eyes of the house, is a dead .

For a long time, Fang Lacai was bitterly started. “Before this matter has not been clarified, all of you must not make a final conclusion.”

“What else is unclear?” Fang Jie couldn’t stand it. Regardless of the people around him, he jumped out and said: “The dog officer injured Shifa Wang. Without a few days, the king of law rose to heaven. Is the fact unclear? What we want is revenge! To the court, ask for justice!”

“What is fair?” Fang Lasai said with a sneer. “The court killed the thief, what kind of justice do you want to discuss?”

Fang Jie slightly glimpsed, did not expect the uncle to say this, the uncle’s will against the imperial court, has always been the most determined, now how to become like a recruiting faction? He hardened his neck and said: “It’s just fair to kill the dog officer!”

“Mingzun came to the world, the world was peaceful, the Great Song court, and the reverse was imposed, causing people to complain, and the world is not peaceful. Therefore, we are going to teach the Ming Dynasty to make everyone equal and enjoy peace. This is us.” Fair!”

Fang La turned and looked at the crowd, one word at a time: “For this fairness, everyone will die and die, throwing away their lives and dying in the hands of the court, isn’t it a matter of benevolence?”

This sentence, there is a voice, “The court killed me with great justice. I am holding a banner to fight against it. You are dead and alive. Isn’t it all right? Anything to complain about? Do you still want the court to give us a way to live? ?”

The people clenched their long knives and angered them into a steadfastness.

“The square teacher said it is good! We are the relationship between you and me. It is normal to have death and injury. If this is fair, it is a bit ridiculous.” A cold voice came from outside the door.

“Who?” Fang Jie was loudly shouted, and Pang Wanchun, who was next to him, opened a four-stone iron tire bow, and a sharp-eyed, smashed away, and went straight outside the door. When the front breaks open the threshold, the sound of the bowstring sounds, and between the electric and the flint, it is a fatal arrow.

The sound outside the door smirked, and the door slammed. A blue shadow came, and he still had a fine iron front. Chen Ang said with a slight smile : “Are you waiting for me?”

“Dog officer, you dare to come, today, I will be for the stone big brother, revenge and hate!” Fang Jie looked toward towards Chen Ang’s eyes, full of resentment, and a deep embarrassment.

Sometimes, the ‘fairness’ that supports a person is the kind of resentment and jealousy about injustice. They hate injustice. It is not so much the hatred of injustice itself, but rather the embarrassment of the other party. Hatred.

When they become the object of this benefit, they will maintain this ‘unfairness’ ten times.

Chen Ang sighs slightly, from the perspective of the backbone of Fang Jie, seeing their wishes and enlightenment, Mingjiao, but that’s all!

He looked at Fang Jie, smiled and lazily said: “You have to avenge Shi Bao? Then you can find the wrong person. Since I spared his life, I will go to kill him with great troubles? He I am not looking at such people.”

“Stone big brother is hurt in your hand, seriously injured, not you do, who else?” Fang Jie asked in an angry way: “Is it still our own, you…”

“You’re afraid I understand what I mean wrong!” Chen Ang faintly interrupted: “Do you think I’m explaining to you? I’m just telling a fact, you don’t believe it, what do you do with me? That’s what you do The choice, and me, just decides the result of your choice that’s all.”

Chen Ang doesn’t care about the attitude of the Ming dynasty, a mantis trying to stop a chariot, does the car need to care about the attitude? It just gives a result that’s all. He said that the fact is not an attempt to change the attitude of others, but a habit of seeking truth from facts. The response to other people is also ‘seeking truth from facts’.

They are calm, have nothing to do with Chen Ang, they are impulsive, then they are broken.

“impudent!” “You are courting death!” The Ming dynasty in the hall was irritated by Chen Ang’s unintentional attitude, screaming, especially a few grumpy believers, even more eager to move, it is necessary to pull the knife.

Fang Yao’s eyes were swept away, and these people were honest, but some people were not willing to say: “The court dog officer, killing my brother, sinning for death, must not let him go!”

When this statement came out, it should be a very popular person. Fang La sighed: “The imperial court is a teacher, and the fire is not allowed. You and I are the ones that you live and die. It is imperative to fight today. The death of Shi Bao, I have long been conclusive, but it is not For this unwarranted crime, but for you and me, the position is different.”

“This is the case, finally met a clear person.” Chen Ang faint said with a smile: “Teacher, please!”

The voice did not fall, the silhouette flashed, and the air rang, Chen Ang was still the same. The whole person was moving like a ghost. The ghost was generally translated outside the door. In the night rain, Chen Ang stood by the umbrella and quietly. waiting.