This was all at night in the border village. Almost all the Beggar Clan disciples who had just had a hearty drink around the bonfire fell asleep. Only Gang Leader Qiao and the more powerful Elder Song were still conscious.
Qin Changfeng and Xu Zhu, the two monks who drank tea instead of wine, were naturally not drunk at all.
Qiao Feng pointed at the Yipintang officer who was tied to the wooden stake and said, "Junior Brother Huiyu, I wonder why you insist on keeping this Xixia Tatar alive?"
In fact, Xuan Ku once gave him a strict order not to reveal his relationship with Shaolin, but since Qin Changfeng had revealed it as soon as they met, there was no need for him to hide it anymore.
Qin Changfeng glanced lightly and saw the elders of the Beggar Clan and Xu Zhu looking at him, so he smiled and said: "The poor monk is going to use him to wipe out all the Xixia Yipin Hall!"
"What?" Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Elder Song, the elder who taught the technique, even asked: "I wonder if Master has any clever ideas?"
Qin Changfeng shook his head gently, "It's not yet time, this matter can't be accomplished overnight. If someone sends a letter to your sect in four or five years to ambush the First Grade Hall, it will be the poor monk's plan that has succeeded."
"Junior brother, do you want to disguise yourself and sneak into the First Grade Hall?" Qiao Feng said solemnly.
Qin Changfeng smiled and said, "Senior brother, you are indeed as bright as a candle."
Elder Song looked solemn, "Master, do you know that Yipin Hall is a gathering place for Xixia masters, no different from the dragon pool and the tiger's den?"
Qin Changfeng said calmly: "The poor monk came out of Shaolin and traveled westward. He also met the so-called masters of the world, but it was difficult for him to defeat him. I may not be able to hide in the dragon pool and tiger's den of Yipin Hall, but if I want to leave, Xixia
Who can stop this barbarian?"
At this time, everyone was speechless as they looked at the young monk with an indifferent expression.
What are you talking about, monk, are you too confident?
In fact, although I am confident, I am not really true, nor am I arrogant.
With the indestructible Vajra in the late eighth level, coupled with level four flying arrows, two levels of Mount Sumeru palm power and phase rush, if he wants to leave, even Li Qiushui may not be able to stop him in person. If he waits until the cooling down of the divine punishment is completed,
If you piss him off, he might be able to fight back to the extreme.
After all, who in this world has seen the might of Thunder?
I'll scare you to death!
At this time, Qin Changfeng showed a look of sadness and continued: "The poor monk went up the mountain since he was a child and practiced hard in Shaolin for more than ten years. He originally thought that he would achieve success in his studies, so he went down to the mountain in white clothes and rivers and lakes. The mountains are high and the rivers are long. He was happy to express his gratitude and hatred.
This life's practice is not in vain. However, the hardships of the people and the brutal military disasters that I saw along the way really made the poor monk feel panic in his heart. He often thought about what we do when we practice kung fu and learn martial arts? It wasn't until today that I suddenly had an epiphany.
Got the answer.”
The few people nearby who were still awake suddenly looked solemn. Even Xu Zhu, who never dared to interrupt, couldn't help but say, "Why?"
Qin Changfeng Ruona Buddha picked up flowers and smiled leisurely: "In the humble opinion of a poor monk, a small chivalrous person sees uneven roads and helps people in trouble; a middle chivalrous person acts chivalrously and uprightly, punishes evil and promotes good; a great chivalrous person
, Caring about the common people and serving the country and the people! With this understanding, today I saw the Xixia Yipintang Tatars committing violence by force, and then I came up with the previous idea."
When he said this, Qin Changfeng showed off all his acting skills. Therefore, these words were sincere and sincere, and everyone was shocked and moved, especially when they saw Qin Changfeng's expression that even though tens of thousands of people were there, I would go there.
His calmness made him even more awe-struck.
Leader Qiao, who is famous for his generous heroic spirit, raised his hands and sighed: "After listening to my junior brother's words today, I feel that my life is suddenly enlightened and there are no more obstacles. Even if I live ten years shorter, it is worth it."
"Brother, that's ridiculous." Qin Changfeng said calmly at this time: "A monk can't fall in love with the mortal world for a long time. This poor monk asked the master for permission to go down the mountain to experience. He will have to return to the mountain in three to five years at most. He thought that in these three to five years
If the years are wasted in a blink of an eye, I will inevitably feel regret when I think about it in the future, and I will think that if I can do something big for the people of the Song Dynasty during this period, it will be considered a worthwhile trip."
As he acted, Qin Changfeng showed a look of compassion on his face. He was really involved in the drama. You can imagine how other people felt... The phrase "a great hero serves the country and the people" appeared for the first time.
, the shock it brings to people is unparalleled.
Elder Song stood up and cupped his hands and said: "Master Gao Yi is indeed a role model for our generation..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed loudly. His eyes were in severe pain and he couldn't open them. Tears kept pouring out. Then his limbs became sore and numb, and most of his strength was gone.
At this time Xu Zhu even called out: "No, there is something in my eyes, I can't open them."
Even the disciples of the Beggar Clan who had fallen asleep suddenly woke up, their eyes stung and tears streaming down their faces. They were also unable to open their eyes. The disciple who was keeping watch at night had already started shouting loudly.
This military stronghold hidden in the border valley is actually just a garrison abandoned by the border army, so there are only dozens of Beggar Clan disciples spending the night here. The beggars have limited discipline and have already become a mess.
But after hearing the sounds of "gu dong" and "ah yo" incessantly, the beggars fell to the ground one after another.
Qin Changfeng also had the same symptoms as others. He quickly checked the military rank log and saw a recent reminder written clearly.
"Tip: Trialist No. 333, you have been poisoned by the poison, and will enter a weak state within half an hour. Your basic attack, defense, and physical strength will be reduced by 60%, and your internal strength will be sealed by 60%. This state has a priority level of 4!"
Sad Breeze is a colorless and odorless poisonous gas. It is collected from poisonous substances in the Happy Valley of the Western Xia Snow Mountain and is made into water. It is usually stored in a bottle. When using it, the cork is removed and the poisonous water turns into steam and comes out.
It's like a gentle breeze blowing over your body. No matter how smart you are, you can't detect it. Your eyes sting and the poisonous gas has rushed into your mind. After being poisoned, you shed tears like rain, which is called "sadness"; when your whole body can't move, it's called "sadness".
"Crisp"; the poisonous gas is colorless and odorless, so it is called "qingfeng".
In the original plot, this thing first appeared in the apricot forest four or five years later, and captured all the elders and disciples of the Beggar Clan without any effort.
But now it appears early!
After Qin Changfeng took a deep breath, he couldn't help but look at the Xixia officer who was tied to the pillar. The reason for the accident was probably that he caught this big nose... Could it be that he was really an important person?
Since he returned to the military camp, he has not had time to interrogate him, so Qin Changfeng still does not know his identity.
The poison of this sad breeze was obviously extremely overbearing. Although Qiao Feng, who was highly skilled in martial arts, was still trying to hold on, his body began to stagger involuntarily.
Only Qin Changfeng was slightly better. Due to the physique of the tester, although his condition was greatly suppressed, he still retained a certain degree of combat effectiveness.
At the same time, a horn was suddenly blown not far away in the dark night, and then the faint sound of hoofbeats of a large group of horses was heard coming from several miles away.
After a moment, the sound of horse hooves was heard approaching, and through the moonlight, one could see a mass of human heads, perhaps hundreds of them, standing outside the village gate less than half a foot high, looking murderous.
Elder Song's face changed drastically, "No, the Xixia people must have poisoned us first, and then came with a large army to kill us. Now that we are unable to use our strength, don't we have to let them slaughter us?"
Qiao Feng, the leader of the gang, said with a solemn expression: "Elder Song, take all the brothers and friends from Shaolin and hide in the cave behind. I will stop the Tatars here."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he stumbled and almost fell down... Sometimes manpower is poor, and you can be as heroic as you are. Once you are poisoned, your hands and feet will be tied, and it will be difficult to display your monstrous abilities.
Qin Changfeng stood up at this time, slowly walked towards the village gate, and said: "You retreat into the cave, the cave entrance... the poor monk will guard it alone."
"What?" The Beggar Clan disciples were stunned.
"Uncle Master, you..." Xu Zhu looked frightened.
"By the way..." The monk suddenly stopped. Everyone thought he had figured it out, but he said: "Help me take the prisoner with me, this is a big fish."
After saying that, the monk's shoes rustled on the yellow sand and he continued to move forward.
Everyone looked at his back. Even if there were thousands of words to say at this moment, there was no chance to say them again, because the monk was already standing at the gate of the military village. Under the cold light of the cold moon, four hundred horse hooves were restless, and a hundred steel knives were unsheathed.
!
The commander of the Xixia army was a strong man carrying a spear that was two feet long. Under the dim moonlight, it looked like an iron tower. He waved the spear and said sarcastically: "Monk, you Han people have an idiom called a mantis' arm as a chariot, do you know?"
The monk clasped his hands together and said nothing.
"Pretend to be a ghost, shoot him to death!"
The big man from the Iron Tower roared, and dozens of arrows were shot at him immediately.
The monk seemed to be calmly going to his death, letting the sharp arrows come to him.
Poof! A blood flower splashed.
The monk whispered: "Seventy..."
Pfft...two blood flowers.
"Two hundred and three..."
"five hundred……"
Nine blood flowers...
"one thousand!"
When the last number came out, he suddenly raised his head, like an angry lion waking up from a deep sleep!
"The Vajra Bodyguard is passively triggered, all negative statuses are lifted...the confrontation priority level is seven, the weakness and poison are lifted, and the attributes return!"
"The power of subduing demons is activated, and the basic attributes of attack, defense, and life are increased by 50%!"
"Taking sacred blood, the five basic attributes of basic attack, defense, life, and spirit will increase by 20%, the life recovery speed will increase by 3 times, and the energy recovery speed will increase by 3 times..."
The moment Qin Changfeng drank the blood bottle and pulled out the arrow in front of him, a monstrous force burst out from his seemingly thin body.
In the dark night, his monk's clothes were flying and the hem of his clothes was making a rustling sound.
The big man with the iron tower felt a strong sense of crisis when he saw it. The monk suddenly gave him a feeling that he was not a human being. In fear, he jumped on his horse and ran forward, while at the same time the iron spear in his hand shot out like a poisonous dragon drill.
When the tip of the spear felt like it was really touching the flesh and blood of his clothes, the big man felt certain in his heart.
However, the next moment, there was a loud sound, and the iron spear seemed to have hit the bronze bell, but it could not make any progress!
The Iron Tower man's complexion changed drastically, and he abandoned his spear and left without hesitation.
But the monk had already put one hand on the horse's head and pressed it hard. The strong horse immediately bent its front legs and fell to its knees!
Qin Changfeng raised his other hand, held it in the air, and then gently pushed it forward.
With a snap, the strong man was sent flying more than ten meters, and his head exploded into paste in the air.
A large pool of red and white was sprinkled on Qin Changfeng's white monk robe.
"The Han people also have an idiom: a worm shakes a tree."
The monk remained expressionless, just looking up at the remaining Xixia warriors.
"kill!"
A pair of snow-white slender palms stretched out and tore a Xixia warrior directly from his chest.
In the dark night, blood is flowing, and the monk becomes a demon.
