Chapter 348 Wang Chongyang is here

"Since I can burn the firewood pile, I can also burn the Tibetan Sutrazhai with a fire!"

Nie Pan made up his mind in his stomach to attack Lin Qingzhuo three times in a row, forcing Lin Qingzhuo to retreat step by step. Nie Pan did not take the opportunity to attack. Instead, he turned around and touched a scripture from the bookshelf all over the room, and quickly took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the scriptures in his hand.

"Haha, stop fighting, put out the fire quickly!" Nie Pan laughed proudly and threw the scriptures in his hand to the bookcase.

"Ah... I'm so angry. Who the hell are you? You are so vicious."

Lin Qingzhuo was shocked and had no time to fight with Nie Pan. In case this book fell into the pile of books, the whole Tibetan Sutra was bound to be burned. He hurriedly lost the sword in his hand, jumped out, and took the book burning and flying to the bookcase in his hand.

"Yes, it's dedicated and worthy of praise."

It was this result that Nie Pan shook. His body spread his body and followed Lin Qingzhuo's back to attack. In the case that he had lost his center of gravity, Nie Pan's right index finger and middle finger were like lightning at Lin Qingzhuo's acupuncture point, right in the big hole behind Lin Qingzhuo. When Lin Qingzhuo fell to the ground, his limbs could no longer move. Play.

"Shush, hoo..." Nie Pan also ignored Lin Qingzhuo, who fell to the ground. He hurriedly blew and stamped with his mouth and feet. He threw it out after being lit by himself and was picked up by Lin Qingzhuo, and finally trampled out the burning scripture that fell to the ground.

Quanzhenism has a long history later. Qiu Chuji and Yin Zhiping were even received by the emperors of the Yuan Dynasty. In any case, Quanzhenism has made great contributions to the development of Chinese Taoism. Nie Pan doesn't want to be a sinner who has burned up the scriptures of Quanzhen's teaching. At this moment, he just wants to divert Lin Qingzhuo's attention by encircling Wei to save Zhao, then defeat him, and then grab the sword score of Quanzhen's teaching. Now that he has won, the first thing to do is of course extinguish the fire.

Seeing that Nie Pan put out the fire, Lin Qingzhuo's eyes flashed with tears. Fortunately, Zang Jingzhai finally did not burn in his own hands and turned into a pile of ruins.

Nie Pan didn't care about talking nonsense with Lin Qingzhuo, who was ordered by the acupuncture point. He rushed to the second floor in three steps and two steps. He quickly found the sandalwood box mentioned by Lin Qingzhuo. The outside of the box was locked with a lock. How could it be rare to stop Nie Pan? He split it with one palm and opened the box. He saw that there were indeed more than a dozen brushes transcribed in it. Martial Arts Heart Sutra.

All Nie Pan wanted in his heart was the sword spectrum of Quanzhen Religion. He hurriedly pulled it a few times in the box and found the Quanzhen sword spectrum.

At this moment, I rudely stuffed the sword score into my arms and was about to jump downstairs from the window to leave. I wanted to steal one book, and it was also to steal two books. I simply took a few more martial arts books. Maybe it would be helpful for me to practice martial arts in the future, so I turned around from the sandalwood box. He touched four or five scriptures and stuffed them into his arms, and then jumped out of the window.

At this time, there were already many Quanzhen Taoist priests rushing to put out the fire. They only heard people shouting horses in this place about a circle, and the footsteps disturbed one after another. The panicked Taoist priests rushed to the stables one by one, carrying wooden barrels or holding washbasins.

Nie Pan hid the scriptures in his arms and groped out in the crowd, ready to take advantage of the chaos and quietly leave the Chongyang Palace.

When Nie Pan was about to run from Zangjingzhai to the stable, more and more Taoist priests of Quanzhen Religion gathered at the scene of the fire. At this moment, about three or 400 Taoist priests have gathered to put out the fire.

Although more than 20 horses have been rescued from the stables, the water source is far away from the firewood pile, and it is inconvenient to transport water. Moreover, the firewood is very dry and the fire is raging, which is difficult to contain for a while.

Among the running Taoist priests, a Taoist priest wearing a gray-white robe, about thirty years old, is beautiful and strong Taoist is carrying his hands in the crowd and calmly commanding the Taoist priests to put out the fire.

There is no panic on his face. There is a general demeanor between his hands and feet. There is a lot of the spirit that Mount Tai collapses in front of him without changing color. His height is nearly eight feet, which is converted to Nie Pan's height of more than 1.8 meters before crossing, which is considered to be tall and dignified.

"Hurry up and disconnect the corridor so that the fire will not spread to the Tibetan Jingzhai."

The white-robed Taoist priest calmly commanded more than a dozen Qingpao Taoist priests and gray-robed Taoist priests who put out the fire to break the wooden corridor to avoid the fire spreading to the east and affecting Zhaowutang, Zang Jingzhai and other buildings.

"Yes, please disconnect the corridor as soon as Uncle Yin's instructions."

At the order of the white-robed Taoist priest, a Quanzhen Taoist priest immediately began to wave the tools in his hand to cut off the corridor to prevent the fire from spreading east along the corridor.

It's just that the tools in their hands are temporarily touched, not the equipment specially designed to demolish the house. It is very difficult to use. Seeing that the fire has ignited the corridor, it has been unable to cut off the corridor.

"All retreat, let me do it!"

The white-robed Taoist priest shouted angrily and repulsed more than a dozen Quanzhen disciples. He squatted down in front of the corridor and suddenly roared and pushed forward with his palms. He only heard a sound of wind rolling towards the corridor. The sound of "kake, click" wood breaking was endless. This wooden corridor has been used by the white robe Taoist priest. The force is abruptly disconnected. Although there is still a place to connect, it is no big deal.

Seeing the success of the blow, the white-robed Taoist priest immediately withdrew the internal force and took a few steps back. He commanded more than a dozen Taoist priests to take shovels, sickles, hoes and other temporary tools that were temporarily touched from the stables, disconnecting the remnants of wood and forming a vacuum zone in the middle of the corridor, so that the fire will not get bigger and bigger with the corridor.

Nie Pan didn't have time to appreciate how the Taoists put out the fire. They ran back along the original road in the flow of people, but other Taoist priests either held wooden basins or buckets in their hands, or held hoes, shovels and other tools to put out the fire. It's rare to fight the fire with bare hands like Nie Pan, especially other Taoists are burning. The fire ran, but Nie Pan ran against it, which was more eye-catching.

Looking around, Nie Pan also felt that he seemed to be a little unique. It happened that there was a little Taoist priest with a bucket around him whose shoes were open and he was bending down to tidy up his shoes. Nie Pan didn't care about him. He ran away with the little Taoist bucket, at least let himself have something in his hand, which was not so eye-catching in the fire-fighting crowd.

As soon as Nie Pan ran more than a dozen steps with a bucket, he felt a wind behind him. It seemed that a powerful force was dragging him back and hurriedly turned his head. It turned out that it was the beautiful white-robed Taoist priest who was using his internal force to drag him back.

At the moment when Nie Pan turned around, the white-robed Taoist priest also opened his mouth at the same time: "Why are you so strange as a disciple? Other people run to the front of the fire with buckets. Why do you run out with the fire on your back instead? What on earth do you want to do?

Nie Pan looked back at the white-robed Taoist priest and saw a sense of freedom and majesty in his eyes. He seemed to have doubts about himself. He wanted to talk about it again, but he was afraid that his identity would have to be exposed sooner or later. It's better to forcibly break through before the master of Quanzhen Religion had not come!

"I'll splash!" Nie Pan made up his mind. He picked up the bucket in his hand and poured it on the white robe.

The white-robed Taoist priest didn't expect that the little Taoist priest was so bold that he dared to splash water on himself. It was really unexpected. Unexpectedly, he was splashed with a drowned chicken.

"Fuck you, it's spilled. You should be satisfied." Nie Pan hit the hand, and the wooden barrel in his hand was fiercely stuck on the head of the white-robed Taoist priest, and turned around and fled.

The white-robed Taoist priest shouted angrily and split his palm in the air. He only heard a crisp sound, and the barrel was smashed to pieces. The Taoist priest shouted, "Bold vil, whose door are you? So rude!" At the same time, he jumped up and chased forward, and his palms and ten-finger eagle's claws were about to catch Nie Pan.

Nie Pan used all his strength under his feet to run forward. Unexpectedly, the Taoist crown on his head was swept off by the palm wind of the white-robed Taoist priest. With the hat falling to the ground, Nie Pan's long hair on the top of his head also fell to the ground, revealing the modern hairstyle inside.

"Uh... It turned out to be a monk?" The white-robed Taoist priest was shocked. He didn't expect that this little Taoist priest was not a disciple of Quanzhen Sect, but came in disguise. Seeing that his hair cut so short, he thought he was a monk. He couldn't catch up with him for a while and hurriedly shouted, "Disciples, come on. Click to take down this monk who sneaked into my Chongyang Palace. He mostly set the fire.

Nie Pan used light skills and ran forward. Although he did not let the white-robed Taoist priest behind catch up, there were too many Quanzhen disciples around him, and the Taoist priest who came to put out the fire in front of him rushed to this side like a crucian carp crossing the river, so that Nie Pan could not use his strength to run. With the order of the white-robed Taoist priest, all the Taoist priests focused their eyes on Nie Pan at this moment.

"The bald donkey, stop, the deer, please be here, who is coming?"

With a shout, a chubby Taoist priest in green robe jumped out to stop Nie Pan's road and claimed to be Lu Qi Du. He thought he was Zhao Zhijing's chief disciple, that is, the guy Nie Pan had just lied about his master.

"Wang Chongyang!"

Nie Pan blurted out without thinking: Damn, just now, I had no choice but to pretend to be your fat apprentice. It's really unlucky. Now I want to be the grandfather of your Quanzhen Taoist priests!

"What?" Lu Chu Du was fooled by Nie Pan's answer and didn't react for a while.

Isn't it too bad to play cards according to the rules of the world? Even if you pretend to be a name, there is no one who pretends to be someone else's dead grandfather. It's really unbearable, and aunts can't stand it. None of the seven aunts, sister-in-law and brother-in-law can stand it...

Lu please Du was about to get angry. Nie Pan took the opportunity to kick his ankle. He stood unsteadily under his feet and staggered and fell to the ground.

"You fat man, I'm about to teach you a lesson, but I didn't expect you to come by yourself. It's really a way for heaven. If you don't go, hell will come without a door! Let's see how the old man deals with you.

Nie Pan shouted angrily and was about to teach the deer a lesson. The wind sounded behind him, and the white-robed Taoist priest behind him had caught up. Lingkong rushed to Nie Pan to attack three palms and shouted, "Jianzhen teaches Yin Zhiping here. Who is there? How dare you be wild in Chongyang Palace and take my three palms!"