Song Xuan glanced at Xiao Zhao, who was bowing his head and being extremely docile, and then at Liu Qinglian, who wanted to pounce on him.
These women really don't have a fuel-efficient lamp.
Next, he asked some questions about the movements of the Yuan army.
According to Liu Qinglian, there were several very powerful martial arts masters in the Yuan Army. The White Lotus Army had a fight with the Yuan Army and was already defeated.
But later, masters from the Emei sect and Shaolin sect came out of the Kunlun Mountains one after another to contain the masters of the Yuan army.
Finally, when the Yuan army commander saw that there was no profit to be made, he withdrew his troops and left. As for where he went, it is not clear.
After Liu Qinglian led the White Lotus Army to leave, Song Xuan and others set off again.
This time, they did not plan to return to Wudang Mountain, but went directly south to the border of Suzhou and Hangzhou to prepare for raising troops.
Along the way, Mo Shenggu and Zhang Songxi whispered in his ears from time to time.
"My nephew, if you ask me, Miss Zhou is better, she is gentle and sensible, and we have a close relationship with the Emei Sect. If you ask me, you should choose her!"
"Don't listen to your Uncle Mo, Liu Qinglian is so good, the look in our Qingshu's eyes is about to turn into water, and my whole heart is attached to him.
Although Zhiruo is good, I always feel that she is a little too deep and her love for Qingshu is not deep enough!"
Mo Shenggu was dissatisfied and said: "Fourth brother, you can't say that, there has to be someone who comes first, and Zhou Zhiruo is first!"
Zhang Songxi hummed: "As long as the dust has not settled on emotional matters, there is no such thing as first come, first served?"
Even Yin Liting, the Six Heroes who had been depressed along the way, couldn't help but speak.
"Okay, stop arguing. If you ask me, Xiao Zhao is the best! Although this child is a little younger, he can take care of others and knows how to love others.
If Qingshu marries her, he doesn't need to worry about family affairs. He doesn't even understand the principle of marrying a virtuous wife?"
Xiao Zhao, who was following Song Xuan, was stunned when he heard this, and then his heart felt inexplicably hot.
Yin Liuxia, you really have a keen eye. These days, you have worked hard to take care of the young master. Has anyone finally seen her bright spot?
If things between me and the young master come to an end, I will honor you as my biological father from now on!
Song Yuanqiao, on the other hand, couldn't stand it.
"You are all grown up now, so don't come up with bad ideas here! Qingshu has his own ideas, so don't worry about it one by one!"
Song Xuan smiled and said: "There is no rush to get married. We can talk about it after we raise troops to drive away the Tatars!"
Mo Shenggu clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "You guys really have an idea. You are waiting to become the emperor and open a harem in the future!"
Song Xuan looked at him quite speechlessly.
It's okay to understand this kind of thing in your heart, but how boring is it to say it out loud?
Look at Xiao Zhao, he’s so shy that he can’t even lift his head!
"Uncle Qi, you are still young, don't you plan to find one for yourself?"
Mo Shenggu smiled, and his face turned red like a young man, "This depends on fate, depends on fate!"
Song Xuan looked at him with a smile. This Uncle Mo Qi was very knowledgeable when talking about other people's marriages, but he was timid when it was his turn. He was really talented and fun-loving.
Everyone talked and laughed, and after a few days, they entered Yumen Pass.
The number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased, and from time to time along the way, some rough-looking men with long knives hanging on their waists could be seen walking in and out of the checkpoints.
The most eye-catching thing was a group of Yuan soldiers, about fifty or sixty people, driving more than a hundred Han women, like animals, walking down the street talking and laughing.
Obviously, these women were Han people who had been plundered from all sides by the Yuan soldiers. Many of them had their clothes torn to pieces, leaving most of their bodies exposed. They were crying and crying in extremely miserable ways.
The Yuan soldiers around them were holding bottles of wine while beating them with whips. One of them even got drunk and dragged a woman to him and started to take off her clothes.
When the people around saw it, they quickened their pace and left quickly, not daring to cause trouble.
After the Mongols invaded the Central Plains, they always treated the Han people like animals, beating, scolding, and humiliating them at every turn. It was not uncommon for them to directly rape and abuse women in broad daylight.
"Grass mud horse!"
Without Song Xuan opening his mouth, some of the Wudang disciples couldn't bear it any longer. After shouting a national curse, they drew their swords and rushed out.
Someone took the lead, but the other disciples couldn't hold it in any longer and pulled out their weapons one after another and started charging wildly. After a while, dozens of Yuan soldiers fell into a pool of blood.
The established army is not easy to mess with, but for Wudang disciples, it is not difficult to kill just a few dozen rebels.
"Uncle, this man can speak Chinese, I'm keeping him here!"
A Wudang disciple came forward carrying a trembling Mongolian soldier and threw him at the foot of Song Yuanqiao.
Song Xuan drew out his long sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the lower body of the Mongolian soldier, and said coldly: "Can you understand human language?"
"can understand!"
The Mongolian soldier felt a chill in his lower body and trembled all over, and then said hurriedly: "Uncle, what are you asking, I will never hide it."
"Let me ask you, where are the Yuan troops stationed outside the Kunlun Mountains now?"
"That's me!"
Without a trace of hesitation, the Yuan Bing said quickly: "The higher-ups have mobilized many garrison troops from various cities in the Western Regions and gathered an army of 50,000, saying they are going to Kunlun Mountain to suppress the bandits.
As a result, as soon as the army arrived, they had a big battle with the White Lotus Sect bandits and lost some soldiers and horses."
"Who is the commander of the Yuan army?"
"I don't recognize him. I can only see him from a distance as a young gentleman, wearing a sapphire blue silk shirt and holding a folding fan in his hand. He looks noble!"
Speaking of this young master, the Yuan soldier was full of resentment and said: "This man led the army to the Kunlun territory and made a lot of troubles. He didn't get any advantage and lost a lot of soldiers and horses.
When the army returned, many troops and horses from various cities dispersed directly. "They and I," the man pointed to the Yuan soldiers' corpses lying on the ground, and said, "I also just came back with them. I was holding fire in my heart, so I started from there."
Some peasant women were arrested outside the city to vent their anger."
"Last question!" Song Xuandao: "That young noble lady, do you know where she has gone?"
"I don't know. After the army dispersed, he looked very ugly and left directly with his entourage. As for where he went, sir, I really don't know!"
Song Xuan nodded and cut off his neck with a sword!
Then he held a sword flower, shook off the blood from the tip of the sword, and glanced at the anxious people around him.
Wherever he looked, the people looked away one after another, not daring to look at him, their expressions full of fear.
Even the rescued women were kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
Song Xuan sighed. In the past hundred years of Tatar rule, the Han people had been enslaved and tamed so severely that most of them had lost their blood!