Yelu Hongji, who was sitting on the horse with a yellow complexion, looked at Yanmen Pass from a distance and couldn't help but look stunned.
He was so arrogant when he led an army of 400,000 to the south. He thought that even if he could not defeat the army of the Song Dynasty, he could take advantage of the resistance of the Xixia Dangxiang remnants to occupy the Xingling Land and make the Song Dynasty lose all their hard work.
As a result, the remaining troops behind him were defeated, numbering only 50,000.
Fifty thousand!
Since these days, the Song Dynasty has been chasing them one after another.
Apart from other armies and even the Jingsai Army, the most terrifying one is the Flying Tiger Army founded by Prime Minister Huang Shang.
Those people are simply not human!
God knows what kind of price they paid along the way before they were forced to come to Yanmen Pass.
Countless bitter tears were shed not only by Yelu Hongji, but also by the Khitan warriors behind him.
"Destroy our Qilian Mountains so that our six animals will not be able to rest..."
"Destroy my Yanzhi Mountain and make my women colorless..."
I don't know who was leading the way, but the Khitan warriors sang mournfully. The singing was heard far away, and the sound was full of desolation.
This is a song of the Huns. When Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty attacked the Huns, the Huns were severely injured and suffered hardship, so this song was created.
The Khitans are originally descendants of the Xiongnu, and now this suffering has been passed down from generation to generation.
"Sing you numb!"
But the next moment, along with the bright fire, a loud voice came, and the sharp voice of thunderbolt sounded: "You grassland barbarians, you are trying to invade south. When you defeat the Han people, you are arrogant and do all kinds of evil. If you are defeated by the Han people, then
I started crying, is it disgusting for the invaders to sing this bad song on the land of another country?"
To put it bluntly, for the grassland peoples, they are not engaged in production and want a prosperous life, so they can only go south to plunder. Does the Central Plains Dynasty deserve to be plundered by them?
"Since you have become a robber, you must be prepared to be defeated and counterattacked!"
The reincarnators appeared one after another in various ways. Although there were only a hundred people, they surrounded the 50,000 defeated soldiers of the Liao Kingdom like a dragnet. Not far away, there were Shaolin monks, elite disciples of the Five Poisons and the Beggar Clan, heading towards here.
Came running wildly.
Huang Shang hung in the air, looked down at Yelu Hongji, and made his final declaration: "The Liao Kingdom is doomed!"
"Then come on!"
Now that the matter has come to this, Yelu Hongji doesn't say much and gets into position.
However, just when the two sides were about to get into trouble, they suddenly heard the sound of vigorous energy clashing not far away.
When he looked up, he saw four martial arts figures already there on the mountain path diagonally above.
Among them, a pair of old men were fighting. Their fists and palms were intersecting, and they were fighting with great energy. Every move was exquisite, which greatly surprised the masters of each faction.
Another old Taoist sat on a big stone, looking at the clouds in the sky with great interest. He was not interested in that wonderful contest, but a Tubo monk not far away looked at the old Taoist from time to time.
People show fear.
The Tubo monk was none other than Jiumozhi, and the old men they fought against were Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.
Jiumozhi served as a national advisor in Tubo in recent years, integrating various ministries and gaining considerable power. At first, he felt proud, but gradually he became bored, became restless, and became obsessed with martial arts students from the Central Plains, so he returned to the Central Plains.
But this time, he no longer went for the Six Meridians Divine Sword. He deliberately avoided Dali and went to various sects. As a result, by mistake, he had some unforgettable stories with a young monk in Shaolin Temple.
Not long ago, Jiumozhi met Murong Bo again.
Jiumozhi was very enthusiastic about this good friend who had given him the secret knowledge of Shaolin, but Murong Bo actually didn't recognize him. When he went to Gusu Shenhe Village, he always said that it was his friend's house and he couldn't enter without telling him.
It makes this guy seem like a real gentleman.
Jiumozhi was furious, but he had no choice but to deal with this old friend who had lost his memory, so he traveled all the way to Yanmen Pass.
Then he met Xiao Yuanshan who had come out and the old Taoist sitting on the big rock.
More than 20 years ago, when he first entered the Central Plains and defeated Zen Master Kurong in front of Tianlong Temple, and there were only a few children in the world who could compete with the poor monk, he met this old Taoist.
That battle will be unforgettable for a lifetime...
Unexpectedly, after so many years, the old man is still alive. His face seems to be younger than before, and his white hair has turned into black hair!
Jiumozhi followed his heart's choice and stood still without daring to move. He even ignored Xiao Yuanshan's sudden appearance and furiously hammered Murong Bo.
You can't see me! You can't see me!
Not to mention the poor Jiumozhi, Xiao Yuanshan finally found the culprit, pointed to a large rock and said: "Murong Bo, the martial arts man from the Central Plains who was tricked by you back then ambushed me here and killed my wife.
And my entourage, I will kill you here today, and you will pay with blood!"
Murong Bo's face was filled with an inexplicable look, but he remained silent and focused on fighting hard.
Apparently he had already explained it before, but Xiao Yuanshan didn't listen at all. The beating caused his shirt to break, and the tattoo on his chest was exposed, and his demonic nature was dangling around, which made people's eyes hurt.
That's okay, Xiao Yuanshan had a physique like a god of war, but now he met the biggest enemy in his life. He was like a wolf and a tiger, hammering Murong Bo until his temples jumped.
But amidst the angry curses, many memories also vaguely surfaced in his mind, making him even more painful.
When the two fell into the eyes of the Flying Tiger Army, Shaolin Abbot Xuanci was quickly stunned: "Murong Almsgiver?"
Before Murong Bo could answer, Xiao Yuanshan laughed wildly: "The master of your suffering is here! Xuanci, you were the leading brother back then. Our grudges have not yet been settled, but there is also a dispute between you and Murong Bo, who is a descendant of the royal family of the Yan Kingdom.
There’s an account to be settled!”
Xuanci looked at Xiao Yuanshan and recognized this old man with a heavy back, a handsome face and strange tattoos on his chest for a long time before he realized that this was the Khitan man back then. He quickly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"
The guilt in my heart became even deeper, and I immediately flew forward.
It was he who misunderstood the slander, caused the Yanmen Pass massacre, and tortured the other party into what he is now...
He must also bear this sin.
"My Buddha is merciful, my king is domineering, and my hatred is deep in the sea of blood. All of them will return to the dust and disappear without a trace! Xu Zhu, go!"
But at this time, among the Shaolin monks, the sweeping monk also spoke.
Xu Zhu originally glared at Jiumozhi, and it was obvious that there was indeed a story between the two that had to be told. After hearing this, he let out a sigh, followed Xuanci's figure, and ran up using Qinggong.
Half of the reason why the sweeping monk came out of the mountain was for Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.
Originally, he had a plan to persuade them to return to Buddhism when their hatred reached its peak. However, Murong Bo left more than twenty years ago and never returned, and Xiao Yuanshan never came back after leaving more than a year ago.
The sweeping monk had no choice but to go down the mountain, but the old Taoist priest on the big rock was overjoyed. He stood up and waved his hand and said: "Little monk, are you here too?"
In the whole world, the only person in the world who can call the sweeping monk "little monk" is the extremely long-lived Xiaoyaozi. When the sweeping monk saw him, he clasped his hands and said, "I have met my senior!"
Xiaoyaozi looked into the air again, showing his heartfelt joy: "You are indeed here. Our unfinished battle more than 20 years ago can finally come to an end!"
When everyone met his gaze, they saw a figure as pure as water and as vast as the sky, like an immortal descending to earth, walking down from the air step by step, and landed in the middle of Xiaoyaozi and the sweeping monk.
"Huang Xianggong!"
"Is he Huang Shang?"
Everyone immediately saluted, and even Emperor Yelu Hongji of the Liao Dynasty looked at the Liao Kingdom's number one enemy who had a thunderous ear but had no chance to meet him formally.
When Huang Shang appeared, Murong Fu appeared next to protect Murong Bo: "Father, where have you been in these years?"
Murong Bo looked at Murong Fu blankly without saying a word.
Is this my friend's son?
So familiar! So familiar!
…
"It's really like boba jumping on the trampoline, one wave after another!"
Seeing the small Yanmen Pass gathering various forces and so many powerful plot figures, the panda in the reincarnation suddenly laughed: "Boss, in such a gathering of heroes, who do you think is the protagonist of the stage?"
Huang Shang smiled and nodded leisurely: "Yes, who will be the protagonist..."