ps: All the opinions in this article are just our own. We will not get involved in the dispute between Min and Ruo. Also: We have clear feelings about love and hate. As a Han Chinese, we naturally don’t like Tatars.
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On this day, I was walking around the three-way intersection in front of the town. I saw that there was a big gathering in the town, so I wanted to go in and find an inn to take a bath and change into clean clothes.
Suddenly hearing the sound of hoofbeats, a group of powerful Tatar cavalry rushed over and blocked the intersection in an instant. One group of people dismounted and set up a block at the intersection, while another group of people scattered in all directions, swinging their whips and rushing to the market.
All the people were driven to an open space.
Liu Meng wanted to turn around and leave, but he was spotted by the Tatar officers. Several Tatars immediately rushed over with swords drawn and shouts. Liu Meng naturally did not take these Tatars seriously, but look at the group gathered together.
There are hundreds of people there. If he kills people openly and escapes, I'm afraid the Tatars will vent their anger on these poor people. Isn't this what little Japanese devils did back then?
Maybe they were just searching for prisoners, and there was no need for too many conflicts. Liu Meng thought like this, turned over and dismounted, and stood with his hands down. Seeing that Liu Meng was very obedient, the Tatars did not cut down the scimitar and ordered him to follow the crowd to the intersection.
Standing on the ground.
A Han interpreter stood next to the Daoka, surrounded by more than ten Tatars wearing leather armor, and another twenty or thirty Tatars holding riding whips, driving the Han people standing in the open space one by one. It was like driving
As ferocious as sheep driving cattle.
Along the road, sixty or seventy Tatars were riding on horses, holding bows and arrows, with fierce eyes, as if they were about to shoot these people to death if they were unwilling.
When the Han people walked up to Luka, they were ordered to kneel down. The interpreter shouted loudly and asked: "What's your surname?" The Tatars took several wanted posters and compared their faces. If there was a slight resemblance, they dragged them aside and answered "Zhang".
People with the surnames "Wang", "Li", "Liu" and "Zhao" were also dragged out, and the rest were kicked on the buttocks and put into the town.
The Tatars conducted the investigation very quickly, and within a short time it was Liu Meng's turn. The man in front of him happened to be carrying an old hatchet in a basket, and he was crying and being dragged aside by the Tatars by his hair.
Liu Meng's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself that if they were searching for criminals, why would they drag them with the knife? When he walked to the interpreter, the interpreter rolled his eyes and cursed: "You are a blind boy! How dare you not do anything when you see the uncle?"
kneel!"
He actually let himself kneel down?! Liu Meng's anger suddenly rose, but when he saw the crowds of frightened people around him, after a quick calculation in his mind, he came to the conclusion that it was still easy to escape by himself. Killing the people in front of him
Twenty or thirty Tatars can do it, but what about the sixty or seventy Tatar cavalry scattered in all directions? I have no way to kill them all, and it is still these innocent people who suffer in the end!
He clenched his fists so tightly that his teeth were about to be broken. A Tatar behind him kicked Liu Meng in the crook of his leg. He took advantage of the situation and fell to his knees. He secretly swore in his heart that he would find an opportunity to kill hundreds of Tatars in repayment for today.
A shame to kneel down!
"What's your surname!" the Han interpreter shouted in a loud voice. Liu Meng slightly lowered his eyes and said, "Old!"
The voice was vague, and the interpreter did not hear one of the five surnames. He waved his hand and said: "Get away!" Liu Meng took a few steps and realized that Ma did not want to come back. He immediately took steps forward, wanting to enter the market town as soon as possible.
Go inside.
Just as he turned the corner, he heard a burst of crying from behind, accompanied by several shrill screams. Liu Meng turned around quickly. At first glance, his eyes were almost split open!
The civilians who were dragged aside, about twenty or thirty in number, were stabbed one by one by more than a dozen Tatars. In the blink of an eye, a dozen heads rolled to the ground.
This is...this is massacre! There was a bang in Liu Meng's mind, and he suddenly remembered what was said in the original book about the Yuan Dynasty's massacre of all five surnames in the world.
"...At that time, the government was tyrannical and there were many rebels among the people. The Mongolian ministers wanted to kill all the Han people, but they could not kill them. The imperial master Bayan issued a cruel order to kill all Zhang, Wang, Liu and Li in the world.
, Zhao Wu’s surname is Han Chinese.
Because among the Han people, the four surnames Zhang, Wang, Liu, and Li were the most common, and the Zhao surname belonged to the royal family of the Song Dynasty. Once the people with these five surnames were eliminated, the Han people would be greatly damaged. Later, because of the number of people with these five surnames who were demoted to the Yuan Dynasty and became officials, the number of
Many of the Mongolian ministers advised the emperor to remove this extremely cruel massacre order, but countless people of all surnames lost their lives because of it."
It turns out that this is what happened!
I call you a Tatar mother!
With an angry roar, Liu Meng dodged quickly, jumped into the crowd with two leaps, stretched out his hand to hold a scimitar that was about to fall, and kicked the Tatar away with a fierce kick. Then he looked like a madman, saying "Little girl"
"Fuck you, you bastard", he screamed wildly, no matter what moves he used, he punched all the dozen or so Tatars who were being slaughtered one by one with the Demon Subduing Fist.
With a face full of anger and murderous intent, Liu Meng had no idea at this time, he only knew to rush forward and kill the Tatars!
The Yan Xing Gong was activated, and he swooped up to the Han interpreter. He grabbed his throat with his left hand and kicked out with the tip of his right toe, instantly smashing both of his knees. He let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, and the Han interpreter was frightened to death.
They all took risks and begged "Master, please spare my life, please forgive me".
The Tatar cavalry over there had surrounded them, and the civilians who could not run away were immediately chopped down by the horse's sword. There was a sound of bowstrings, and Liu Meng turned around to avoid it, and used a scimitar to shoot at the interpreter.
The arrow flew away.
It's impossible to let you die so happily!
He thrust his left hand downwards, forcing the Han interpreter to kneel on the ground, then picked up two feather arrows, and thrust his left hand downwards. After two consecutive screams, Liu Meng had already nailed the interpreter's legs to the ground with his feather arrows.
Keep him in a kneeling position without moving.
Seeing the vicious tactics of this Han man, the leading centurion shouted, and the cavalry dispersed far away, using only their bows and arrows to shoot. Although they did not pose a threat to Liu Meng, they shot down many of the civilians running around.
Liu Meng was hit by Shixiang Ruanjin Powder some time ago, and now he can only exert 50% of his internal strength. How can he catch up with the horse that ran away? After killing all the more than 30 Tatars near Luka, he could only
Wielding two scimitars, he alternately took cover, ran through a fork in the road, and got into the wild woods to shake off the cavalry who were following him.
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The forest is deep and quiet, and the stream is clear. At a glance, two unknown small fish are playing in the water, which is a carefree picture.
After watching the fish playing in the water blankly for a while, Liu Meng scooped up the cold stream water and washed away the blood on his face. After the cold water was stimulated, the mania in Liu Meng's heart completely disappeared.
Frowning his eyebrows, he recalled that he had killed thirty-six...thirty-seven Tatars, while sixty or seventy civilians had died. Most of them were trampled by Tatar cavalry after he rushed back to kill people.
Killed by an arrow.
Using the lives of thirty-seven Tatars to exchange twice the lives of innocent people, did you do the right thing or the wrong thing?
His mind was in chaos, and Liu Meng didn't know how to define it. He just knew in his heart that the Tatar soldiers had long been accustomed to killing people for no reason like this.
Damn the Tatars! The incompetent Southern Song Dynasty!
How many soldiers and martyrs sacrificed their lives and blood to resist the Tatar invasion, but in the end they were defeated.
When it prospers, the people suffer. When it dies, the people suffer.
Alas! He sighed and counted the days. He was afraid that the Shaolin sect had been poisoned at this moment. Liu Meng decided to change direction. Instead of going to Dengfeng Shaolin Temple, he turned to the southeast and went to the nearest Wudang Mountain in Shiyan first.
Four days later, Liu Meng crossed Laohekou alone. After resting in a small town at the foot of the mountain, he went up the mountain from Mozhenjing along the Qingshi Mountain Road the next day.
"Seventy-two peaks connect to the blue sky, and twenty-four streams are always ringing." The area around Tianzhu Peak in Wudang Mountain has high mountains, deep valleys, and crisscrossing streams. Once you enter this place, you will have a sense of otherworldliness, as if your worldly thoughts will disappear.
By the afternoon, Liu Meng had passed the Eight Immortals Temple, and a little further up the mountain was the Zixiao Palace at the top of Tianzhu Peak.
At this time, two Taoist priests suddenly appeared at the bend of the mountain road. Holding whisks in their hands, they stopped in front and shouted: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, please stay here."
Liu Meng saw that the two Taoist priests were strong and healthy, and their eyes were bright and sparkling. They must be the disciples of the Lian family. He then clasped his fists and said loudly: "Two immortals have invited me. I am sending Liu Meng to Hengshan. He has returned from the Western Regions and has something urgent to do."
Report to the real person."
When the two Taoist priests heard that Liu Meng had returned from the Western Regions, they couldn't help but be stunned. A Taoist priest with a slightly dark face stepped forward and said: "Master Zhang, he has not seen any foreigners for a long time. If there is something urgent, please let Pindao go and inform you."
Master Gu Xuzi, the master of the temple."
It’s useless to find any kind of temple master. Liu Meng said urgently: “Please inform Yu Sanxia that you can do it. Just tell me that I’m coming from Guangmingding.”
The six major sects gathered together and went to Guangmingding in the Western Region to encircle and suppress the demon sect. Everyone knew about this. At this time, when they heard that the young man said that he came from Guangmingding, the two Taoist priests did not dare to neglect and quickly led him up the mountain.
The bedroom in the east courtyard of Zixiao Palace.
Liu Meng sat on a round stool, holding a cup of pine needle tea, and while describing the six major sects' siege on Guangmingding of Mingjiao, he observed Yu Daiyan's face.
I saw that his face was solemn, and his eyes were opening and closing with great energy. If he were not lying on the bed, he would be a fierce and powerful man.
After taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, Liu Meng went on to tell the story of the six major sects who were ambushed and plotted by the Tatars and were all captured. Speaking of the vicious and magical power of Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, Liu Meng said dejectedly: "I'm here.
Although I even took the elixir, my internal strength was only restored to 50%, and it is extremely difficult to improve if I try to improve it again."
After asking for a few more details, Yu Daiyan was thoughtful and silent. After a while, he raised his voice and ordered the Taoist boy to prepare a soft chair and take Liu Meng to see Master Zhang and ask him for his advice.
The two Taoists carrying the soft chairs were both around sixteen or seventeen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and delicate faces. Liu Meng took a few glances and thought to himself: These two are the famous Qingfeng and Mingyue? They are in tune with each other.
Liu Meng walked on the side of the soft chair and followed Yu Daiyan to the back mountain. After a few turns, he arrived at the beautiful bamboo forest courtyard where Zhang Sanfeng retreated.
This small courtyard is extremely quiet, except for the occasional chirping of birds, there is no sound at all.
Footsteps were flying, and as soon as the group entered the courtyard gate, they heard a voice coming from the front room: "Dai Yan, what do you want to bring your little friend with you?"
The voice sounded old, but full of energy, clearly that of Zhang Sanfeng. Yu Daiyan said respectfully: "This young knight from the Hengshan School has returned from the Western Regions. He has important matters that need to be decided by Master."
