Soon the carriage and horses stopped outside the temple. Hu Fei and Yuan Ziyi in the front hall immediately stood up alertly.

Hu Feiqi said: "There are cars and horses rushing all night long?"

Yuan Ziyi got up and turned off the ignition pile, leaving only a small torch. The surroundings immediately became dark. She took out her soft whip and said, "There are many people on the other side, and I don't know if it's an enemy or a friend. Let's be careful."

Chu Zheng and Ajiu in the back hall also listened intently. After a moment, they heard a few people in the front hall walking in.

A slutty voice said, "Huh? Someone in Nidu." He said to the back, "Old and me, someone who came to the side has made a first move, as if he was a man and a woman. I might as well go to the side of the side palace to fruit."

It is actually speaking in the southern dialect!

Chu Zheng frowned slightly. This is Luzhou, nearly a thousand miles away from the southern country in Jiangnan. How could this group of southerners come here thousands of miles away?

After listening to their intentions, he did not say hello to Hu Fei or the other person, nor did he obtain the consent of Hu Fei and the other person, so he went to the side hall on the other side of the front hall. It was obviously not a righteous person.

I didn't hear Hu Fei and Yuan Ziyi speak out, and I guess they were watching coldly.

The people in the side hall were noisy, people quarreled, and horses yelled. There were indeed more than twenty people. They ignored Hu Fei and Yuan Ziyi, who were standing in the dim fire in the main hall, chopped firewood and made fire, cleaned up the place, and even set up a pot to cook. It was noisy. When they heard their accent, they were all from the southerners.

Ajiu couldn't understand and couldn't help but ask Chu Zheng in a low voice: "Young Master, do you understand what they are saying?"

"These should be the southernmost southerners."

Seeing that Chu Zheng was thinking about something, Ajiu hid his doubts in his heart.

Suddenly, a loud middle-aged man's voice came from outside the hall: "Let's move quickly, I'll leave after eating, I don't care about the snow in the Lichang, so that a thief would catch up with him and tie him up with ant."

The man walked in as he spoke. Everyone responded, and someone muttered in a low voice: "It's really bad to the ground. I'll change the left few places to live and let a thief find it."

Seeing Ajiu's face full of confusion when he heard this, Chu Zheng whispered: "The man just said, 'Come on, we will leave after dinner. No matter the snow stops, it will be troublesome to be caught by the thief'. The man behind him said, 'It's really unlucky. I've lived in a few places and found it by the thief'. It seems that they are escaping from the pursuit of the powerful enemies."

Ajiu suddenly realized, and his eyes looking at Chu Zheng's side face became brighter again.

The young master is so powerful that he even understands the Southern dialect!

Suddenly, I heard the "bang" sound of the iron pot being kicked over to the ground, and then I heard Hu Fei sneer loudly: "Master Feng, you are not 'declined to the ground', but 'there are all bad things done all over the world'! Today, you bumped into my hands, so that I can't track you down in the wind and snow!"

Hu Fei has been in the southern country for quite some time and can also find some southern dialects.

The middle-aged man saw Hu Fei's appearance clearly and said in surprise: "Do you?"

Then someone recognized Hu Fei and said in a silence: "What a thief! Everyone scam the guys!"

A series of screams and the sound of pulling out weapons immediately sounded around.

He heard Hu Fei angrily say, "Feng Tiannan, if I let you father and son escape again today, how can I be worthy of Zhong Asi's family who died innocently at your hands! You father and son will take your lives!"

When Chu Zheng heard this, he immediately understood that it was a coincidence that it was a book. It turned out that the group of people who broke into the ruined temple in the middle of the night were actually the bullies Feng Tiannan and his son who were hunting for thousands of miles!

In just a while, Hu Fei and Feng Tiannan and his group had already started fighting, and only they could hear the fierce fighting.

Chu Zheng was worried that Hu Fei had insufficient experience in the world and let Feng Tiannan escape, so he said to Ajiu: "Ajiu, I'll go ahead and see, you..."

Ajiu grabbed his sleeve and begged, "Young master, I want to go together, okay?"

Chu Zheng thought that there were many people in Feng Tiannan, and maybe someone would panic and run around. If he came here and encountered Ajiu, he would be in trouble, so he simply said, "Okay. If you are unable to move, I will carry you to see it."

"Yes." Ajiu's face turned slightly red and he nodded slightly.

Chu Zheng was afraid that there would be any change in front of him, so he didn't bother to say anything. He held his knees with one hand and the other with his slender waist, hugged Ajiu, quietly landed on the ground and opened the door, and rushed out like a ghost, and in a blink of an eye it rushed to the beam of the front hall.

The front hall was extremely high, with the roof beams at least two feet from the ground. The firelight below could not be illuminated. Chu Zheng's light skills were as fast as lightning, as if it was astonishing as the storm. The fighting was so lively that no one noticed that there were two people hiding above his head.

Chu Zheng laid an old dress on the beam, then gently put down Xiao Ajiu and asked her to sit down, while he looked down.

Ajiu leaned against him with a red face, sighing again that the young master was so careful. He actually thought of putting on old clothes before putting me down. The man he had met had never been so careful.

She couldn't help but glance at Chu Zheng secretly, and saw that he was looking down attentively, so she followed him to look down.

Twenty or thirty great men each raised their weapons and were fighting around Hu Fei. Everyone was not weak, but Hu Fei did not fight with them at all. He held a single sword in his hand, slipping like a loach, and thrust left and right in the crowd. Wherever he went, the men were either chopped down or pointed. Soon, only Hu Fei and the two were left in the hall.

Chu Zheng nodded secretly when he saw it, Hu Fei responded very appropriately this time.

He looked at Yuan Ziyi not far away again, wondering why this girl didn't help Hu Fei just now?

However, his eyes soon fell on the two people who were fighting Hu Fei again.

One of these two men is a middle-aged man holding a golden stick and the other is a young man holding a steel knife. The two have similar appearances, obviously they are Feng Tiannan and his son.

Feng Tiannan's martial arts skills are not weak, with at least 400% martial arts evaluation. A golden stick dances vigorously and can barely be regarded as a first-class master. His son's martial arts skills are worse, but he also has nearly 300% martial arts evaluation.

Hu Fei's martial arts have made new progress. A set of Hu's fast swords make it airtight and the sword light is like a practice, making people unable to defend against it. It is extremely fierce and has exceeded 500% martial arts evaluation.

Feng Tiannan and his son were still suppressed by Hu Fei and were so breathless that they were beaten to the ground by Hu Fei after dozens of moves.

The two of them looked as if they were ashamed, and Feng Tiannan shouted, "If you want to kill, kill me, let me spare my son!" This time he used not very standard official words.

Hu Fei said angrily: "Give up your son? The innocent civilians who were ruined by you pleaded with you, can you spare them? Today, you both have to use blood to wash away the sins on your body!"

Feng Tiannan laughed loudly when his death was approaching: "Hahaha, Feng has been rampant in the southern country for decades, founded the Five Tiger Sect, and has become famous in the world and killed countless people. My son also has dozens of lives. Today, his skills are not as good as others, and death in your hands is nothing. In the world, you killed me, and I killed you. What is the fault of the strong? If you want to kill, kill me, what sinful conscience is involved?"

"Do you still not repent? Well, don't you like to kill all their families in front of others, and then let them die in pain and anger? Today I will kill your son first, and then kill you, so that you can experience the pain of losing your son and then die!"

Hu Fei was angry. He raised his knife with red eyes and was about to kill the young man. Suddenly, a very long soft whip rushed from behind Hu Fei, wrapping up Hu Fei's wrists, making Hu Fei's knife unable to slash.

It was Yuan Ziyi who took action.

Hu Fei obviously didn't expect Yuan Ziyi to stop him. He was snatched by a long whip when he was not careful. He turned around and said angrily: "Miss Yuan, what are you going to do?"

Yuan Ziyi sighed, "Brother Hu, please forgive me if you want to forgive me, why should you kill me?"

Hu Fei gritted his teeth and said, "This father and son are bullies who are rampant in the countryside. I don't know how many innocent civilians died tragically at their hands. It's not too much to cut them into pieces! I ran all over the country, and spent several months running thousands of miles in order to kill the evil thief father and son and avenge the innocent victims! Let me go!"

A trace of pain flashed in Yuan Ziyi's eyes, and she whispered: "Brother Yuan, I have my own difficulties and can't let you kill them. For the sake of your younger sister, you can give up your hands and let go of their martial arts. OK?"

She looked at Hu Fei with a full look of pleading on her face.

Hu Fei showed a struggle on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Miss Yuan, why do you want to plead for this evil father and son? Do you know how many bad things they have done? If I don't kill them, how can I be worthy of the innocent souls who died in vain at their hands!"

"I...I..." Yuan Ziyi's eyes were red, but she held the soft whip tightly: "Brother Yuan, I really have my own difficulties. Just treat it as giving me a face and let them go this time, okay?"

"No, I can give in to anything else, but this pair of evil people will never forgive me!"

"Brother Hu, I have never begged someone so humbly in my life. Can't you really give me such a face?"

Ajiu on the crossbar was so nervous that she saw it. She was not sympathizing with the evil person who was about to be killed. She just kept listening to the conversation between Hu Fei and Yuan Ziyi, knowing that the two had a good relationship. If there were cracks and conflicts caused by these two evil people, it would be too unworthy to be together again.

The kind-hearted little girl couldn't help but pull Chu Zheng's palm and wrote on it with her slender little fingers: "Young Master, can you find a way to help them?"

Chu Zheng could guess some points from her expression.

What a kind little girl.

He sighed softly and entered the secret with a voice transmission: "Then don't move here, I'll go back."

His body was like smoke, floating away.

When Ajiu saw Chu Zheng agreeing, he immediately felt relieved, as if the young master nodded, and there was nothing in the world that could not be done.

There were two people in the hall who were emotionally excited, and no one noticed the movement above his head.

Hu Fei and Yuan Ziyi looked at each other. Seeing her face full of sadness and softly begging each other, he was extremely confused. He sighed, "Miss Yuan, what are your difficulties? Can you tell me?"

"I...I..." Yuan Ziyi's eyes were already filled with tears. She shook her head and said, "Brother Yuan, please let them go. Next time you want to kill him, I will never stop him."

"These two evil thieves are extremely cunning. I have been following them for nearly half a year and finally caught them today. They escaped and hid. Where do I go to find them?"

"Brother Yuan, do you really refuse to listen to me this time..."

Hu Fei said in pain: "Miss Yuan, have you heard them just now? Such a wicked person who never repents will definitely harm others even if his martial arts is abolished... If I don't kill them, I will feel uneasy in my life! Miss Yuan, I'm sorry, I'll let you beat me or scold me afterwards, but I must kill them today!"

He gritted his teeth and made up his mind, ignoring the right hand that was entangled by the soft whip, and exerted his strength on the head of Feng Tiannan's son Feng Yiming.

His palms are strong and can slap large stones. If Feng Yiming is hit, he will definitely die.

"Brother Hu! No!" Yuan Ziyi was anxious and disappointed, and pulled the soft whip hard. Seeing that Hu Fei could not be pulled, she simply let go of the soft whip and rushed forward to intercept him.

Hu Fei spread his little grasping hand to deal with her, while trying hard to slap Feng Yiming to death.

But Yuan Ziyi ignored her own safety and only attacked but not defended, trying hard to protect Feng Yiming.

The two of them had similar martial arts skills, and they fought for more than a dozen moves in a blink of an eye, and finally grabbed the other person's wrist lifeline at the same time.

Hu Fei said angrily: "Miss Yuan, do you want your own life for this evil man?"

Yuan Ziyi said in a crying voice: "Brother Hu, I really can't let you kill them. If you want to kill them, kill me first!"

Hu Fei bit his lips and was about to bleed: "You know I can't hurt you!"

Yuan Ziyi's eyes couldn't help but soften: "You know, I treat you the same... Brother Yuan, when I beg you, as long as you spare them this time, I will follow you in the future..."

"But...but...ah!"

Just as the two of them were struggling, a cold wind suddenly blew out, blowing out the firewood on the ground.

The side hall immediately became dark. Hu Fei and Yuan Ziyi were shocked and let go.

In the hazy night, I saw a figure who was not touching the ground, quietly entering with the wind from outside.

An empty, erratic, creepy sound came from the hall:

"Feng Tiannan... returns my life to me... returns my life to me..." He was talking about the southern dialect.

In the darkness, I could only vaguely see this figure in ragged clothes, floating around with the whizzing north wind, making people unable to tell where he is.
To be continued...