The night wind is cold and silent, and the wind howls. It is already winter, but people's hearts are not much warmer than this severe winter, just because wars, uprisings, and natural disasters are raging at this time. This year is destined to be a chaotic year.
Emperor Yuan Shun's incompetence and the Mongolians' cruelty to foreigners finally caused the long-suppressed anger to explode. The Ming Sect, the Maitreya Sect, and the White Lotus Sect gathered together, waving red flags and wearing red scarves, and blew the horn of resistance.
Chi Feng was not one of them. He walked silently at night, letting his clothes be blown away by the wind. The biting wind could not cool down the hot heart in his chest, but instead made it even hotter.
People dare to walk in such a secluded place, but the night is Chi Feng's closest friend. He even stretched out his hand to try to catch the wind. The cold wind slipped through his fingers like a naughty child, and Chi Feng smiled.
, the kind that laughed loudly, his laughter sounded particularly harsh in the silent night, and finally attracted the Mongolian soldiers patrolling along the way.
"Who is there!" The leader of the Mongolian soldiers saw a dark figure, but he shrank back, and then pulled out the person behind him: "You, go and take a look!"
The black figure stood there like an iron tower, exuding a threatening smell. The soldier secretly cursed the captain's eighteenth generation ancestors, but moved his legs and walked over. When he got closer, he saw the black figure.
Laughing, the Mongolian soldier who was already unhappy at being forced out by the captain was furious: "You inferior!"
This is how the Yuan people divided people into three, six or nine classes, no, four classes. The Mongolians were the first class; the Semu people were second. The Semu people were those from the Western Regions, such as Qincha, Tangwu, Wei, etc.
Wuer, Huihui, etc.; the northerners are the third class, which refers to the Han, Khitan, Jurchen and other ethnic groups north of the Huaihe River in the former Jin Dynasty, as well as the Dali people who were conquered by Mongolia earlier. The Koreans in the northeast are also Han people; the southerners are also called barbarians,
The fourth class refers to the various ethnic groups in the original Southern Song Dynasty that were finally conquered by the Yuan Dynasty.
Chifeng is the fourth class, what Mongolians call a southerner, but he is not a lower class person!
The Mongolian soldier was getting closer. Chi Feng waved out one hand, and a flash of silver light flashed. The knife in the Mongolian soldier's hand fell to the ground. He stared at his eyes, covered his neck with both hands, and let out a short cry.
With a "Uh" sound, he fell straight back, blood gushed out from his neck, the fishy-sweet smell was mixed in the night, and the fear was even worse...
The remaining people rushed over, and when they got closer, they saw only a body lying on the ground. The iron-tower-like man quietly disappeared into the night without knowing his whereabouts.
Chi Feng stayed away from the group of Mongolian soldiers and quickened his pace until he reached a deep valley. At this time, the sky was already dim, and some sunlight shone through in the morning light. Chi Feng's face became dim under the light.
It became clear that this was a young face, no more than twenty-six years old, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, very handsome, but the skin was a little darker and knotted, and there was a short scar on the chin with a strange shape. I don’t know what it was.
Only Chi Feng knew that it was caused by a unique hidden weapon hitting his face. Although he pulled it out, the wound remained.
"Why are you coming back at this time?" A clear voice rang out, and in the light, a girl wearing a green dress walked out. She was extremely cute, and she seemed to be singing when she spoke. As soon as she came over,
He hugged Chi Feng's arm, which made Chi Feng feel uncomfortable. He gently pushed her hand away: "Ling'er, you have grown up. You need to know the difference between men and women. If Master knows, what will happen?"
I’m going to reprimand you.”
"Senior brother, it's true, he's talking more and more like master." Shangguan Ling frowned slightly, and just as she was about to continue acting coquettishly, a thick voice rang out: "Ling'er, your senior brother has returned from a long journey, so please don't bother me.
She got it."
The speaker is Shangguan Hong. He is sixty years old this year and has poor health. He coughs all year round and his back is bent due to coughing. Chi Feng is his most proud disciple and is recognized as the best Xiling warrior. This time
, Chi Feng followed his order to retrieve a person’s head!
Chi Feng breathed a sigh of relief. The master had rescued him. He followed the master into the room, turned around and closed the door tightly. He took off the package on his back and placed it on the table, then put the wrapped cloth
Bao opened it neatly: "Master!"
Shangguan Hong turned around and saw the head with white hair and beard. His eyes were closed peacefully and his lips were smiling. Shangguan Hong stepped forward and hugged the head: "Brother Cheng, I have finally fulfilled your legacy.
, you suffered at the hands of the Mongols!"
"Master, my condolences, by the way, I struck swiftly, and Uncle Cheng didn't suffer at all." Chi Feng knew that Cheng Ren was Master's best friend, and because of his association with the White Lotus Party, he fell into the hands of the Mongols and was tortured in every possible way. Life was worse than death.
I went here to let him die happily.
Shangguan Hong opened Cheng Ren's mouth and saw that the base of his tongue was black. A feeling of sadness hit his heart: "It's true that he was poisoned. The Mongolian methods have become more and more powerful. This kind of poison makes people extremely painful, but the breath is still there."
There is no way to die. Poor Brother Cheng fell into their hands and suffered for so many days."
Chi Feng didn't want to know the inside story of these things, so he kept an expressionless face and just listened to his master's chatter. The master was really old, and the more he talked, the more he listened. Chi Feng also understood the tricks clearly. Next, he
Let’s talk about the A card thing again. Their sect digs graves when there are graves, and digs the A card when there are no graves. The disciples gather in large numbers and gather in the mountains and forests to rob property. With the strength of the people, they never come up empty-handed. Recently,
There are fewer cards being played, and people seem lonely.
Finally unable to listen to his master's nagging, Chi Feng said: "Master, the world outside has changed now. The Red Scarf Army and the Mongolian soldiers are fighting vigorously. It's only natural that they can't win the first card. Recently, I succeeded.
I bought some, Master, look, these are bead ornaments from the Tang Dynasty..."
Seeing the master's expression, Chi Feng closed his mouth, and the master suddenly said: "Apai didn't come, but a letter came, asking you to go to this place to meet other disciples. You know, although we usually live apart, but
Whatever happened, we must work together, and we can't do it without you."
Chi Feng felt that he was more talented than others. He just had this, but he also shouldered more responsibilities than others. When his disciples were in trouble, he had to step forward. When Nan people were in trouble, he still had to step forward. Chi Feng opened the letter.
Come, the date and location of the meeting are written in it, which is three hundred miles away from here.
"Okay." Chi Feng wrote down the address, took out a flint, lit it on fire, and watched it turn into ashes. This is their rule, don't leave any traces.
The next day, Chi Feng set out and walked no more than four miles east before stopping: "Ling'er, come out!"
Shangguan Ling pouted and walked out from behind a big rock: "You discovered it again."
Shangguan Ling changed into men's clothing, but she was dressed like a Mongolian. Chi Feng shook his head: "Aren't you afraid that your fellow disciples will see you and kill each other?"
"I'm afraid, so senior brother, you will definitely come back to me." Shangguan Ling said: "If I dress up as a southerner, it will be more troublesome if the Mongolian soldiers see us, and they might mistake us for the Red Turban Army."
Both of them were orphans, one was picked up and the other was bought. In this era, people were forced to sell their sons and daughters, so Ling'er was placed on a straw mat. She was only six years old, and she looked pretty.
Delicate, in order to sell her at a good price, her parents cleaned her up. Even though she was wearing patched clothes, they still couldn't hide her natural beauty. After a while, many people gathered around Ling.
In front of Ling'er, it was Shangguan Hong who finally took Ling'er away. Ling'er was already six years old. He still remembered the situation at that time. The master appeared, carried him on his shoulders like a gust of wind and left. When someone came to stop him, he punched her.
In the past, she was like a hero riding on the wind. When she returned to her master's house, she saw another hero, the sixteen-year-old Chi Feng. He was barefoot and stared at her with his head tilted.
He called out crisply: "Brother!"
This call made Chi Feng frown. He was not used to a cute little girl appearing in a man's domain, but he gradually got used to it. He liked to carry Ling'er around on his back, except when going to the grave.
Although Ling'er is also a warrior in Xiling, she has never been to a tomb, met a rice dumpling, or even seen a dead person. Ten years have passed, and it is still the same. The only change is that she has become a slim girl.
She is becoming more and more lovable, and what is even more concerning is that she likes to cling to Chi Feng more than before.
Chifeng was picked up by the master from among the dead. A group of Mongolian soldiers broke into the southern village. They saw the beautiful southern girl, but it aroused the anger of the villagers. The unarmed villagers were killed wantonly. Chifeng
Feng's parents were among them. The twelve-year-old boy was surrounded by a group of dead people. The Mongolian soldiers missed him. He breathed his last breath, thinking that he was going to follow his parents, but the master appeared. This is how fate began.
Chi Feng couldn't let Ling'er go back alone. It was too dangerous. This was a sensitive period. Mongolian soldiers would kill Han people without asking if they saw them. If he sent her back, he wouldn't be able to arrive at the designated place at the agreed time.
"Okay, I'll take you with me, but you must be smart." Chi Feng said.
"Okay." Ling'er raised her head and looked at Chi Feng's side face. She was not tall now, just below Chi Feng's shoulders, but she liked looking up at her senior brother's face from this angle the most. She held Chi Feng's arm.
Consciously resting his head on Chi Feng's arm, Chi Feng felt the tenderness and did not refuse, not because he liked it, but because he was afraid of hurting Ling'er's heart. She was the closest relative to him.
The two of them walked forward in disguise. Halfway through, Ling'er changed into Mongolian clothes. Most Mongolians were tall and rugged in appearance. There were few people with thin skin and tender flesh like Ling'er. It was easier to dress up in such a disguise.