In a wilderness about thirty miles southeast of the battlefield.
The eight thousand Song Army cavalry were waiting for the enemy's arrival. With the morale of the entire army at 90+, even the recruits who had just been put on horseback were full of confidence in the victory of the war!
Coming are the cavalry of the Zhou army from Yaozhou! Their hoofbeats are as loud as thunder.
The governor of Yaozhou was very worried. He used less than 50,000 troops to stop Zhu Biao's 80,000 "Elites of Hundred Battles". No one in Yaozhou felt at ease about this. So they made a remedy and concentrated their efforts.
The cavalry rushed to reinforce them.
But God knows that the Yaozhou cavalry, whose total number was less than 30,000, was divided into four groups.
General Qiu Shengong of Huwei Zhonglang was marching rapidly with 13,000 cavalry. This was a joint force of cavalry from the south and southeast. It was the Zhou cavalry closest to blocking the battlefield. Another Zhou cavalry was directly north of the battlefield.
The distance between the army and the cavalry is at least a hundred miles.
"Drive..." Qiu Shengong took the lead, leading the troops to gallop quickly. The autumn breeze was cool, but there was still dripping sweat on his forehead. He was anxious!
"Uu, uh..."
A black line neatly stopped on the horizon ahead. Qiu Shengong was immediately alert, and his intuition told him that the future had changed. So he sat firmly on the horse, took out a telescope from his waist, and opened it to take a look.
I discovered that the bulging black shadow on the horizon was just a row of Song Army cavalry!
"Damn it!" He cursed angrily, and Qiu Shengong's heart burned even more eagerly. Song Jun was actually ready and waiting for him, which really made people feel angry.
"Woooooooo..." The horn sounded. The Song army's array slowly moved into action. Before Qiu Shengong discovered the Song army, Zhu Biao had already issued the order. The entire Song army was ready.
"Kill -" Zhu Biao raised his spear and leapt on his horse, followed by eight thousand cavalry. Qiu Shengong gave up the order he had just given to stop the entire army. The Zhou army's cavalry did not have time to take a breath and spread their hooves again.
The collision of two purple torrents, the moment of connection, the huge impact overwhelmed all the sounds on the battlefield, and then the high-pitched sounds of fighting, the neighing of war horses, and the screams of soldiers began to reach people's ears.
middle.
"ha--"
The horse soared into the air, Dou Bing's ape-like arms on the horse stretched out, his upper body tilted downwards, and the sword he raised struck down with lightning speed like a thunderbolt.
With a click, a Zhou Jun cavalry general was cut into two pieces at the waist and fell to the ground. The cross section was flat and neat, regardless of whether it was flesh or armor.
"Kill——" Dou Bing shouted loudly. The sound was like thunder.
"scold--"
On the other hand, Feng Enjiang was riding the horse like a dragon. The horse's hooves were trampled quickly, and the arms holding the gun trembled rapidly. The bright gun head instantly turned into seven or eight groups of light spots, and the red tassels on the gun cluster spread out like a bright eye.
of red flowers.
Puff puff puff——
With one shot, he knocked down three Zhou cavalrymen who were charging towards them. The spearheads all hit the throat, making a hole the size of a fist very glaring.
Charge - the technical and tactical skills are activated immediately.
Since entering the Central Plains, there has been a rare cavalry collision. Zhu Biao felt as if he had returned to the frontier fortress of the Northern Han Dynasty. However, his opponents had changed from stout barbarians wearing gray-brown leather armor to purple soldiers.
Zhou soldiers with distinctive clothing and armor.
The tip of the spear pierced into the chest. The picked Zhou soldiers screamed miserably with blood spattering, and used both hands to grasp the tip of the spear...
Zhu Biao rode his horse without stopping, and countless silver dots appeared in front of him and on the left and right sides. Wave after wave of Zhou army cavalry came, but the ice and snow all melted when encountering the scorching sun.
The spear shook into countless blinding flowers. Zhu Biao's eyes flashed with cold killing intent. He regarded Qiu Shengong as his target and killed him directly.
The Zhou cavalry of more than 10,000 people is a good force, but with the call of 8,000 Song cavalry, how many more people can they squeeze out to stop them?
Zhu Biao's current strength can completely ignore the enemy's strength and rush in directly!
This is what he did. With more than a hundred elite troops, he poked a big bloody hole in the heart of the Zhou army's cavalry.
"Puff-"
"Uh-huh——"
Zhu Biao always charges forward! Whether it is to inspire the morale of his soldiers when he first entered the battle, or when he is full of confidence and confidence now, in cavalry battles, Zhu Biao likes to charge forward and kill the first enemy.
One line.
Under the mild sunshine, dots of cold light flashed in the air instantly, and screams one after another continued in the Zhou army's cavalry array.
Completely unstoppable and absolutely unstoppable, the Song army was invincible to the Zhou soldiers.
"drive--"
Zhu Biao shouted, pointing the gun in his right hand at the panic-looking Zhou army cavalry in front of him, and thrust forward like lightning, point, point, point——
Thorn, thorn, thorn——
In this move, more than a dozen Zhou army cavalry had blood arrows spurting out from their chests or throats.
The miserable howl sounded continuously, and many of the Zhou army cavalry in front of Zhu Biao fell into a pool of blood before they could see clearly where the guns came from. A bright white light flashed in front of their eyes——
The furthest killed was four or five feet away from Zhu Biaodu.
An officer of the Zhou Army looked at everything in front of him in shock. He didn't believe his eyes. These were still soldiers and horses of the imperial court. Is this still the army of the Celestial Kingdom? Faced with the rebellion of the rebels who had been fighting for thousands of miles, he himself
The soldiers under his command are so vulnerable and fragile!
"Die!"
But he had no time to think about it. Zhu Biao had his eyes on him. In the chaos of the army, Zhu Biao went straight to this officer. Who made the fish-scale armor around him shine? He shouted and stabbed with a spear in his hand.
Below, like a meteor falling from the sky, a straight cold light flashed in front of my eyes, and appeared in front of the door of the Zhou army officer.
The officer roared and raised his iron rod to meet him.
"when!"
There was a clear sound of gold and iron clashing. Zhu Biao withstood the force of the shock without hesitation, just like a dragonfly shaking a jade pillar. But the officer's arms were like bamboo poles that were overwhelmed, each section crumbling and his flesh and blood cracking.
The bones were broken, and the tip of the gun pressed against the iron rod and sank into the officer's head.
The head immediately shattered. The white and red parts were all mixed together.
One after another, and then another. Zhu Biao went straight to kill Qiu Shengong. He also killed all the Zhou army officers he met along the way.
Soldiers without officers are nothing but a bunch of cowardly sheep, especially when faced with danger.
Zhu Biao rushed to the place where the Zhou army that he had killed had no choice but to retreat.
"Ah——" roaring loudly, Qiu Shengong raised the mace high and aimed at Zhu Biao's Tianling Cap and slammed it down.
"White Rainbow Jingtian -" a simple move in "Yang Family Spear Technique". The bright silver spear stabs quickly, as fast as lightning and a flying rainbow.
Zhu Biao, who has perfected his marksmanship, can now summon any move with ease. Even though it is only a third-rate marksmanship!
The dropped mace was still more than a foot away from Zhu Biao's head, and the tip of the silver spear had already touched Qiu Shengong's eyes. Qiu Shengong immediately broke into a cold sweat on his vest. He no longer cared about smashing Zhu Biao's head.
His head was broken, and he hurriedly held the mace horizontally, trying to deflect Zhu Biao's shot.
But there was no time! As soon as the iron rod of the mace was straightened and even before it was placed on the bracket, the tip of the spear had already completely penetrated into Qiu Shengong's throat, and the broad head of the spear stabbed his neck and broke it.
Qiu Shengong is dead!
The flame that was not strong in Zhou Jun's heart was poured down by a basin of ice water. It was completely extinguished. It was really chilling!
One of them dispersed, and when Zhu Biao interrupted the banner with a shot, the Zhou army collapsed again.
Zhu Biao left Dou Bing and led 3,000 cavalry to pursue the Zhou army's cavalry. He quickly led the troops back to the infantry battlefield. He stabbed the more than 40,000 Zhou army infantry in the back who were trying their best to resist the Song army's offensive.
One sword strike. As a result, the Zhou army on this battlefield was also defeated!
These soul-lost heavenly soldiers abandoned their pride and self-dignity and fled in defeat, followed by a large group of comrades.
Encirclement and suppression in separate routes, coupled with Zhu Biao's mobilization in the coming days, the Zhou army in Yaozhou, which originally had an absolute advantage, was split into one route after another. The Song army commanded by Zhu Biao...
"You can come in multiple ways, I will fight all the way" principle. Yes, it is the method used in the Battle of Saarhu by the Wild Boar Skin to defeat the Ming Army. In a relatively "fair" environment, you don't have to pay much.
At the cost of casualties, we can easily achieve a decent victory and achieve considerable results. The words "break in separate parts" couldn't be more clear.
"Brothers, clean up the battlefield, take care of the prisoners, let's go northeast -"
Zhu Biao rode his horse and jogged on the battlefield. Along the way, all the soldiers of the Song Army greeted their invincible commander with warm shouts.
The army headed northeast, where a similar Yaozhou Zhou army was rushing towards them. Zhu Biao could not wait where he was, because there was also a Zhou army of 70,000 to 80,000 people coming from the south of the battlefield. So he
We must take the initiative to cross the Northeast and not bother the Zhou army of 50,000 people traveling long distances.
Dividing Line In the chaotic mountains more than fifty miles southwest of Ji County, Yuyang County, there is a jungle called Minghua Temple. Although it is remote in the wild mountains and ridges, it is well-known. It was built in the early days of the Wei Dynasty and has been built to this day.
It has a history of thousands of years.
This temple is built on the mountain and occupies a small area, but it is simple, quiet and clean.
The current abbot is Master Huiguang, who is over seventy years old and has profound Buddhist teachings. Although he is not a martial artist, he has a high status in Jizhou Buddhism. When the old monk was a young man, he was a scholar with no brother.
, I was deeply attached to the mountains and rivers, and traveled through famous mountains and rivers. When I was in my thirties, I met an eminent monk in Huazhou who taught me, and he shaved his hair, received ordination, and became a monk.
The old monk has been free from the secular world for forty years. He has profound Buddhist teachings and is full of scriptures. He is proficient in all the music, chess, poetry and books. He even has experience in the study of metallurgy. He has interacted with literati and poets, and communicated with dignitaries. He entered Minghua Temple twenty years ago.
In less than two years, Minghua Temple, which had been dormant for a long time, became a regular place for the upper class officials in Jizhou, and reestablished its central position in Jizhou Buddhism. No one knew whether he knew martial arts, but he never did.
He has been exposed before seeing others, and there is no name for him in the martial arts world. In the northern martial arts world, there are two Buddhist gates, Dalin Temple and Prajna Temple. There are masters stationed at Minghua Temple all year round, but they all respect the old monk Huiguang.
Don't look at the old monk, who is over seventy this year. He has been wearing a gray-white cloth monk's robe for many years and looks ordinary. But when he walks, his waist is straight and his steps are as fast as flying. His silver beard flutters under his chin, as straight as three.
A middle-aged man in his forties. He doesn't look old at all.
This morning, the fog was thick. The morning light had not yet risen, and drizzle was falling. From the Miaobi Peak opposite Baohua Mountain, a young man in a moon-white robe flew straight down. His figure was like flying, and he walked towards Minghua without moving.
The temple came rushing.
The young man seemed to be familiar with the door and the road. He took the door on the left and passed through a corridor built along the mountain from bottom to top. He went straight to the Zen room of the old monk Hui Guang.
This young man was in his twenties and had a very handsome appearance. His face was like a jade, his temples were as sharp as a knife, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and his eyes were like waves. But at this moment, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his face was full of anxiety. I bumped into him.
The monks in the temple only nodded slightly and did not stay for a moment. Although the monks felt strange, they were not in a position to question him.
Old monk Huiguang had already finished his morning service and was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed. He heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the young man had opened the curtain and entered, with a look of worry on his face.
As soon as the old monk took a look, he knew the purpose of his visit and couldn't help but frown slightly.
His face was still pleasant and he asked: "Donor Liang, you came so early in the morning, look at your face. Could it be that your father's old illness has relapsed?"
The young man hurriedly bowed and replied: "Exactly, my father's injury occurred again this morning, but this time it was different from before. His throat was coughing up blood from time to time. My father said that he could only feel the qi and blood, and the internal qi could not be balanced, so he took the master's medicine.
The elixir you left behind makes me feel better now, but..." After saying this, the young man's eyes turned red, and then he said: "So I want to ask you, old man, to visit me again."
The old monk sighed and said: "Donor Liang, this will happen sooner or later, don't you know? This extremely cold Qi cannot be resolved without the power of the Yang Zhiyang. Even if I want to help, I can't help you."
It's just a drop in the bucket. I hope you can put an end to this matter soon!
You go back first, I will come later."
The young man's face turned pale, he bowed in agreement, exited the meditation room and left Minghua Temple. He walked through the mountain road and came to the foot of the Miaobi Hou Peak. After stopping for a moment, he took a deep breath of Qi from his Dantian and performed a superb Qinggong.
Looking straight up, he saw an ape leaping and a crane leaping, and the distance of a hundred feet disappeared in an instant. In a moment, he reached the top of the mountain. The young man let out a long breath and ran towards the back mountain again.
The mountains behind Miaobi Peak were all barren, with white rocks and no grass growing. I saw the young man speeding along the ridge. After a while, he stopped at the end of the branch peak of the back mountain. Looking down, there were all hanging rocks and cliffs. The young man stopped.
Standing on a huge rock on a cliff, it can be more than ten feet high. A crack is exposed at the top. I saw the young man pressing his hands down into the air, his shoulders swaying slightly, and he had already pulled up sixty-seven feet.
He stood in the air for a moment, and when he was about to look down, his feet touched each other, and he suddenly rose up to a height of five or six feet. Then he spread his arms and circled, and he had quietly landed on the ground.
On a rock at the exit of the seam, this light skill is absolutely extraordinary and does not contain a trace of anger, which is very rare.
The crack was less than a person's height. The young man bent down and entered the cave, but heard an old and weak voice asking: "Yingying, are you bothering Zen Master Huiguang again?"
The young man's voice changed, and his masculine voice turned into a daughter's accent, "Dad, the master said that your injury can only be cured by using the most powerful force of the sun. This time, the master came to stabilize your injury, and my daughter went down the mountain.
"
If Zhu Biao was present, he would definitely be able to tell who this voice was. It was Song Yingzhu who had been missing for many days in the Northern Han Dynasty. The person lying on the stone bed in the cave was naturally Song Yannan.
"Alas..." A sigh came out of the cave after a long time. It was so weak and desolate that Song Yingzhu couldn't help but feel sad when she heard it.
Years later, she followed her father from the Northern Han Dynasty to the Central Plains, and fought against the Jizhou Divine Fist Sect for the first time. She just wanted to see if such a long time had passed and the Divine Fist Sect, which was obviously involved in the inside story, would relax a little more vigilance.
Let the father and daughter find out some information.
So far, no trace of the Jianghu people who were trapped in the "cage" of the Northern Han Dynasty has been released. Sister Song Yannan's heart is cut with a knife when she thinks of the crying at Bu Qingyun's house! But the Taoist priest in iron clothes is not concerned. He is in his fifties.
He has become a disciple, and he has not passed down any disciples.
But Song Yannan made a mistake. The Divine Fist Sect really didn't take precautions, but there was a group of people watching Wei Wei secretly. After he left the Divine Fist Sect once, he was chased by someone, and after a hard fight, his father
The two women were almost killed. It was only thanks to some systems that Song Yingzhu obtained from Zhu Biao that they escaped.
But Song Yannan was also seriously injured, especially the palm imprinted on his chest, which was bone-piercingly cold and extremely cold, and his internal strength was like maggots on the tarsus, which was difficult to get rid of.
It has been more than a month now, and Song Yannan, a top player in the world, can only lie on the bed like a seriously ill person.
There was a tea oil lamp burning in the cave. Song Yingzhu picked up the lamp and flicked it. The flames suddenly shot up two inches high, causing his figure to move on the stone wall.
The tongue of fire blew up the chair, bringing up a thick smoke. The smell touched the nose, but it had the fragrance of tea leaves.
Song Yingzhu sincerely thanked the old monk Huiguang for finding them a place to stay. The cave here was the clean room where Huiguang retreated and meditated! And in the past two months, if it hadn’t been for the old monk Huiguang using Jinyang Pill and
His own internal power drove away the cold for Song Yannan, who was already a zombie!
However, if there are people living in the clean room, it will not be clean. Pots, bowls, ladles, chopsticks and other utensils are all available. In the previous cave, except for a stone basin dripping from the cracks in the rock and a futon, there was nothing else in the cave.
It's empty.
Song Yingzhu looked at her father. She had never seen her father like this in many years. There was an old man lying on the thick quilt, with withered cheeks and wheezing constantly, as if breathing was very difficult.
"Dad, do you feel better?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and pressed them on his father's chest, letting out the rolling inner energy.
Song Yannan's chest seemed to relax a lot. He sighed and said: "Yingying, I took you out of Zhu's Mansion. Firstly, I really lacked helpers around me, and secondly, I wanted you to cut off that bad relationship. Even if my father dies,
I don’t want to see you looking for Zhu Biao’s son.
But dad is useless, so you have to go find..."
Song Yingzhu's eyes were filled with tears. It's not that she didn't understand her father's thoughts. She was even mentally prepared when she left the Zhu Mansion later in the year. But the reality forced Song Yannan to lower her head and endured the cold for two months.
The effect of internal force is getting stronger and stronger. Song Yannan is also a master himself, and he knows that if he tries too hard, he will really lose his life. So Song Yingzhu said that he wanted to go down the mountain, and he acquiesced...
"Dad, don't talk about this evil, there are so many things waiting for you to investigate..."
Before he finished speaking, a loud eagle cry came from outside the cave. Then suddenly he saw a figure at the entrance of the cave, and the breeze passed by, and the old monk Huiguang had floated inside.
Song Yingzhu hurriedly stood up and saluted. Song Yannan also struggled to sit up. Old monk Huiguang hurriedly stopped him with his hands and said with a smile: "Old donor Liang, it's better to lie down. You can't move rashly now." After saying this, he stretched out his hand and handed over a pill.
After Song Yannan took the red pill and swallowed it, his fingers quickly touched Song Yannan's eight extraordinary meridians, and steaming heat steamed from Hui Guang and Song Yannan's bodies.
It took a long time for everything to calm down. Song Yannan smiled bitterly and thanked Huiguang, "Zen Master saved Liang again."
Old monk Huiguang smiled slightly and said: "I will deal with the future matters by myself. You can't talk too much now and get some sleep." After saying that, he pointed at Song Yannan's sleeping point. Song Yannan fainted and fell into a deep sleep.
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Huiguang pondered for a while and said: "Donor Liang, Old Donor Liang's body has really reached its extreme. If you delay any longer, you will have to be rescued by the power of Gangzhiyang in the future. If Yin and Yang are in harmony, your muscles and veins will be damaged.
It’s hard to regain your martial arts skills.”
With tears in her eyes, Song Yingzhu said to the old monk: "I will go down the mountain today to look for someone to save me, but my father will have to trouble the master from now on."
"Within one month, I can ensure that your Lord is safe and sound. Amitabha! The donor has a safe journey."
