The waves in the Han River were surging, rocking a small boat.
I saw a guest in purple lying on the small boat. He held a jar of wine in his left hand and placed his right hand under his neck as a pillow. His eyes seemed to be open and closed, looking relaxed.
"Master, look, there is a man sleeping on the boat. The river is flowing so fast that I can't stand. How can he lie down on it smoothly?"
After Zhang Cuishan committed suicide that day, the six sects also retreated. However, Zhang Wuji was captured by the two elders Xuan Ming and was hit by Xuan Ming's divine palm.
The palm power of Xuan Ming Palm was so cold that even Zhang Sanfeng could not help Zhang Wuji get rid of it.
If you want to completely eliminate the poison of this Xuan Ming Palm, you must use the Nine Yang Manual.
Since Jueyuan's death, one copy of the Nine-Yang Scripture has been divided into three parts, one for Shaolin, one for Wudang, and one for Emei. Zhang Sansan originally wanted to go to Shaolin and Emei to exchange secret books in order to obtain the complete version of the Nine-Yang Scripture, but in this world, Except for Zhang Sanfeng, everyone in the sect regarded the secret book as extremely important, so how could they possibly exchange it with him?
Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji down from Shaoshi Mountain and came to the bank of the Han River. However, the water was so fast that ordinary people could not stand even on the boat. At this moment, Zhang Wuji saw someone lying down and sleeping on the boat in front of him. It's like discovering a new thing.
Zhang Sanfeng looked along and realized that this young man had a lot of profound skills. Looking at his breathing, he looked the same as several of his disciples.
I thought in my heart: "Which sect is this disciple? He has already reached the first-class level at a young age. If he is given a few more years, he will be no worse than the leader of a major sect."
"Wuji, that young man has a superb internal strength. The river seems to be fast, but the boat under him does not bump at all."
He, Wudang, can be considered a major sect. Although his seven disciples have extraordinary qualifications, only a few have reached the first-rate realm. The sixth and seventh disciples are still stuck in the second-rate realm.
Just as he was thinking, a loud voice suddenly came from the distance: "Stop the boat quickly, hand over this child obediently, and Buddha will spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame him for being ruthless!"
Following the sound, two river boats came speeding by. A big man with a beard was sitting on the stern of the small boat in front, rowing rapidly with both hands. There were two children, a man and a woman, sitting in the cabin. There was a big boat behind, and there were people standing on the boat. There were a few Mongolian officers and soldiers and Buddhist monks.
Suddenly a scream of "ah" was heard, and the boy in the boat was hit by an arrow in his vest.
The big man with the beard was startled. When he leaned over to look, he was struck by arrows one after another on his shoulder and back. The wooden oar in his hand was uncertain and fell into the middle of the river. The boat he was sitting on stopped motionless.
The big boat behind them caught up immediately, and seven or eight Mongolian military attachés and Buddhist monks jumped onto the small boat.
The big man with the beard was unyielding, punching and kicking, trying his best to resist.
"Don't worry, man, I'm here to help you."
This was the day that Jingzhou had been waiting for on the Han River these days. Now that he was outnumbered in the spring, he was about to die. He stopped lying down, clapped his hands, and flew up from the boat with the force of the shock. In the blink of an eye, he landed on the boat of Chang Yuchun and his group.
This was a high-ranking general who rarely failed in battles, so Jingzhou was not willing to let him die.
Zhu Yuanzhang was able to win the world, and Chang Yuchun had to contribute a lot!
Several Mongolian soldiers fired two arrows at Jingzhou.
They didn't expect anyone to dare to meddle in other people's business. They really didn't know how to write the word "death".
"Come die!"
Jing Zhou pulled out his long sword from his waist sword, and swung the arrow away from the scabbard. With a flash of sword light, a line of blood appeared on the necks of the three Mongolian soldiers on the boat. Their bodies twitched and fell to the ground.
When a group of Mongolian soldiers saw that he had killed three people with one sword, they thought he was not someone to be trifled with and no longer dared to take action rashly. The leader scolded: "That boy, what are you going to do! Which sect are you disciples of?"
Their line of work is to capture rebels. If they encounter anyone who dares to stop them, they will directly kill them. However, the forces behind this man in the world are complicated. In addition, Jing Zhou killed three of them with one sword, and his martial arts are extraordinary. The military attache wanted to touch Jingzhou's bottom.
"The dog Tatars do evil, kill good people, and make the people of the world miserable. We should kill them!"
Before he finished speaking, Jing Zhou struck out with two more swords in his backhand, killing several Mongolian soldiers.
Hearing Jingzhou's words, several monks angrily shouted: "You boy is looking for death!"
Several people left Chang Yuchun alone and surrounded Jingzhou to kill him.
Although this kid has killed several Mongolian soldiers and has some skills, he is definitely no match for them. Even if this kid has been practicing martial arts since he was born, how much power can he have?
It's just troublesome to deal with.
They are not timid military officers.
"Well done!"
Jingzhou was a little excited when he saw several monks calling him.
During this period of time, although a few inconspicuous thieves were killed, they did not demonstrate the brilliance of the Nine Yang Divine Art. These few monks could just give it a try.
He held the sword in his right hand and forced one person back. He stretched out his fingers with his left hand and clicked twice. He heard a sound of breaking through the air. The expressions of the two monks suddenly changed. They only felt that an invisible sword was stabbing towards their eyebrows. Jingzhou also retracted the palm he had hit with, wanting to protect him in front of him, but in the end he was a step too slow. With a "pop" sound, a flower bloomed between a person's eyebrows, and blood flowed down the small hole on his forehead. It squirted out, and then the other one followed suit with his eyes wide open and his body down with fear.
"This young man has great martial arts skills. He killed two monks in the blink of an eye. I just don't know what sect this young man is from. It would be great if he was from my Ming Cult." Thinking that his Ming Cult is now divided and the top officials are fighting endlessly, Chang Yuchun felt even more bitter.
If not for this, I am afraid that my lord would not have been defeated so quickly.
As soon as Jingzhou took action, two monks died instantly, frightening everyone on the boat. The military attache at the head swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "Young hero, can you let us go back? As long as you let us go. , the court will definitely reward you greatly!"
When Chang Yuchun heard this, he felt anxious, fearing that the young master would compromise and be recruited by the court.
If the man holding the sword in front of him also became an enemy, he would have no chance of surviving.
He can die, but what should this little master do? Thinking of his lord's previous entrustment, he hurriedly shouted: "Sir, you must not listen to the Tatars. The court is stupid and incompetent, the people are in dire straits, and we Han people are nothing but pigs and dogs in the eyes of the Yuan people!"
The general angrily rebuked: "Chang Yuchun, you are still talking tough when death is about to happen! My young hero, you can rest assured, the court always places great emphasis on capable people."
Jing Zhou laughed loudly and said: "How can I, a good man from the Han family, be a lackey of the Tatars! If I want something in this world, I will get it myself, so why should I use rewards from others!"
"Don't say it's the imperial court, it's the Emperor of Yuanren, so what does it matter!"
Zhang Sanfeng on the side felt his blood surge when he heard Jing Zhou's words, thinking that this was the first time he had seen such a young man in his long life. I couldn't help but shout: "Well said, young hero!"
Zhang Wuji clenched his little hands in excitement, his face flushed, and he felt that the man in front of him was really a hero.
Although he is kind-hearted, he has known since he was a child that the Tatars are tyrannical and do all kinds of evil, including burning, killing, looting, and so on. Therefore, in his opinion, people like Jingzhou who kill the Tatars are heroes.
It's a pity that I don't have much life left. Otherwise, when I succeed in my martial arts in the future, I can protect my country and my family, and protect the people of one place from being bullied by the Tatars.
Hearing Jing Zhou's words, the military attaché opened his mouth wide and stammered: "You... you... you", "You can't kill me! I, I am..."
