Section 2: The Grand Commander

At this moment, Yu Meng also heard a slight sound, and when he glanced at it, he saw seven or eight black-clothed people walking in from outside the pavilion and surrounding the two of them, obviously with bad intentions.

Yu Meng glanced at these people and saw that they were all high-nosed and deep-eyed, and they did not look like people from Middle-earth.

"It seems that these people are all coming for him?" Yu Mengxin said. She couldn't help but feel a little more curious and admired Yang Ling: "When I talk to him, I can't concentrate, his internal strength is not only deeper than mine, but also more alert than me." ”

Yang Ling looked around and said to Yu Meng: "Miss Yu, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, it is better to leave as soon as possible." Yu Meng smiled and said in his heart: "You are in trouble today, if I leave you at this time, wouldn't I be an ungrateful person? "Silent and unmoving.

Yang Ling and Yu Meng did not have a deep relationship, but after talking twice, it was known that she was nosy and righteous by nature, and it was difficult to get out of this relationship, so she had to whisper again: "Don't be impulsive, stay behind me." Yu Meng nodded.

The crowd gathered around, and one of them took the first step forward, and said in a sonorous tone: "Yang Shaoxia doesn't say goodbye, maybe he doesn't take the sweat in his eyes, right?"

Yu dreamed that he was dressed in a black cloak and wore a black mask on his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly. There are strange lines on the mask, and the upper face is completely covered, revealing only a pair of dark eyes. His chin beard is thick and yellow, and his Chinese pronunciation is not very correct, but it is low and powerful, and he should be in his forties.

Yang Ling was silent for a moment before he said: "The Great Khan has the grace of not killing me, and Yang is grateful for his high righteousness." But he invaded my China, killed my people, and had a grudge against my family and country, please forgive Yang Lingsheng as a Chinese person, and death as a Chinese ghost, how can he stay in Beidi for a long time?"

"And what about Princess Heshuo? You also have to abandon it? Don't you Chinese often say: 'If you receive the grace of a drop of water, you will be rewarded by a spring', and you treat your life-saver like this!?" The black-robed man's tone gradually became more severe.

Yang Ling's face was ashamed, and he sighed and said, "You are right, but Yang will be sorry for her in this life." ”

The black-robed lips moved, and he stopped talking. I only heard Yang Ling say again: "There are so many princes Baylor, Cong Gulun is not worried about not having a good home." Please also ask the commander to tell her that in this life, don't think of Yang Ling. ”

The black-robed man clenched his fists and made a "Titicaca" sound, Yang Ling knew that under his anger, the offensive would inevitably be fierce, so he immediately took a step back and waited intently.

Unexpectedly, the black-robed man just snorted coldly, and then let go of his ten fingers, but he didn't make a move.

"Yang Ling, your martial arts attainments are indeed very high, but you are not the old man's opponent after all. He said.

Yang Ling nodded, he couldn't refute this. So far, even with the advantage of the Fish Intestine Divine Sword, Yang Ling has never gone through fifty moves under his hands.

I heard him say again: "The old man asks you the truth, do you have a sweetheart? Otherwise, why would you repeatedly refuse the princess's affection." ”

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of someone in his heart, and snorted, not knowing whether to say it or not.

The man stared at him, not letting go of any change in his expression, Yu Meng also looked at him quietly, she was also very curious, what kind of girl did a strange man like Yang Ling like.

Yang Ling finally shook his head and chose not to answer: "Hey, the Great Commander came here this time, did he want to capture Yang Mou and go back?" Yu Meng heard this, so he wanted to step forward and stand side by side with him, Yang Ling had already realized it, and took a step in advance, still blocking Yu Meng behind.

"Hmph, that's one of them. Who is behind you, why don't you introduce you?" When that person first came, Yang Ling had already covered Yu Meng behind him, and he had never seen Yu Meng's appearance. At this moment, seeing Yang Ling's demeanor, he was suspicious, so he asked.

Yang Ling said: "It's just a friend, we met by chance at night, and we just talked together for a while." She didn't know the commander, and at night, men and women were different, so it was inconvenient to see each other. With his left hand behind his back, he secretly waved it twice, signaling Yu Meng to leave quickly.

Unexpectedly, Yu Meng had already rushed to say: "You masked man is so domineering! Love is a matter of two people, how can you mix with a third party? Listening to what you say, it seems that except for your princess, he is not allowed to like other women? If he and your princess are in love, then there is no need for you to have many things to do, if it is just wishful thinking, how can you be strong? If love is difficult for a strong man, then what sweetness can there be?"

She didn't know how she said so much in one breath, she should have never loved, she had never been loved, she shouldn't have known this, but she seemed to have experienced an unforgettable love, so that she had such a deep understanding.

Yang Ling was stunned, he was both amazed by Yu Meng's boldness and shocked by her shocking statement. Since the Song Dynasty, the importance of etiquette is far greater than life and death. And as for the clear, it is not far behind. When men and women get married, they need the order of their parents, and the words of the matchmaker, how can they love if they want to love?

The black-robed man who was called the Great Commander by Yang Ling was also stunned, even if he was not a Chinese from the Central Plains, and he was knowledgeable, he had never heard such a shocking word. When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but step to the right, wanting to see the true face of Yu Meng's Lushan. This move was extremely rude, if this black-robed man was the great master of the Central Plains Martial Arts, Yang Ling could directly reprimand him, but he knew that in the Jurchen clan, there was no such scruples, and even if he said it, it would not hurt this person's prestige.

Yu Meng is tall and tall, with bright eyes like stars, even in the night, it is difficult to hide his prosperous beauty. When the black-robed man saw it, he couldn't help but praise in his heart: "What a stunning beauty! China is vast and rich, and the people are outstanding, and it is really true. Alas, I think that the population of my clan is not as good as the Ming Dynasty, and the talents with both character and appearance are also greatly inferior. ”

The black-robed man turned his head and looked at the two deputies behind him, the man with a strong face in the left rear was called Muru, and the tall and strong ox in the right rear was called Hesheri, both of whom were Jurchens. The black-robed man sighed secretly, they had followed him for more than ten years, but they still hadn't learned fifty percent of his skills. Once, when he was teaching them martial arts, Yang Ling passed by, and after looking at it twice, his eyes pointed to the essence of the move. And Muru and Hesheri have practiced more than ten times, but they still don't know the essentials.

The black-robed man shook his head, unconsciously beginning to worry about who he should teach this peerless martial art to after a hundred years. He lamented the idea that the qualifications of the Jurchen warriors were generally inferior to those of the Han people, but he was wrong. As the number one master among the Jurchens, he studied under the Central Plains martial artists and the Hu people of the Western Regions, and he is also talented, and can be said to be the first martial arts master in the Jurchen in a century. He fused Jurchen martial arts with Central Plains martial arts to create his school of martial arts, but its foundation was still based on Central Plains martial arts. The Jurchen children grew up on horseback since they were young, and they learned to ride and shoot with bows and horses, and they had no foundation in internal strength.

The black-robed man glanced at Yang Ling again, and said in his heart: "If this person is from my Jurchen clan, what does it matter if the old man teaches him martial arts? He thought for a moment: "He fled from Shangjing, I thought he would flee to Ningyuan, or Beijing, but I didn't expect to meet him here." Hmph, he met a woman, this woman was born so good-looking, she could match him, and he was defensive, and he didn't answer this question when he asked, could it be that this woman is his sweetheart?"

The black-robed man's expression changed continuously, and his gaze finally fixed on Yu Meng. Yang Ling was old and sophisticated, he could guess what he was thinking, and he also knew that any explanation at this moment would only make the black-robed man more convinced of this idea.

"Miss Yu, you've been out for several hours, and the old master Yang Muyun is bound to be worried, so it's better to go back to the inn earlier. Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Ling sang about the empty city plan just like Mo Junyan did that day. His eloquence and experience are above Mo Junyan, and he neither said that Yang Muyun was in the inn, nor did he say where he was.

Sure enough, the black-robed man said secretly: "I have heard for a long time that there are seven uniques in the Central Plains martial arts, qi, sword, needle, finger, gun, knife, and palm, although this Kunlun Sword Saint is not among the seven uniques, it is said that his martial arts attainments are not under these seven uniques at all." Since this woman is a disciple of Yang Muyun, she can't be underestimated. ”

Seeing that he was slightly hesitant, Yang Ling knew that he could not miss the opportunity, so he hurriedly pulled Yu Meng past him and rushed towards the Jurchen warrior in the southwest direction. Although the warrior was an outstanding person in Xiongkulu, he was much inferior to Yang Ling, and when he came back to his senses, he had already been hit by Yang Ling's acupoint and couldn't move.

After all, the black-robed man is not Tian Ergeng, he has long had the intention to challenge the Chinese masters, and he is decisive in killing people, and he has never been timid. At this moment, seeing that Yang Ling was about to leave with Yu Meng, he immediately flew and jumped, and with only two ups and downs, he was already in front of Yu and Yang.

Yu Meng shouted: "Get out of the way!"

The black-robed man said lightly: "Little girl, let's make a bet." I'll let you have one hand, if you can take me fifty moves, how about I let you leave safely?" He saw Yu Meng's body method, and he already knew the depth of her skills. The reason why he didn't do it immediately was because he didn't want to fall under the pretext of bullying the small, and at the same time, he didn't want to tear his face with Yang Ling too directly.

Yu Meng and Yang Ling thought about it for a long time, but they couldn't make up their minds.

Although Yu Meng felt that his martial arts were very high, he had never fought with him, because the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and he was eager to try, but he was afraid of defeat, but he affected Yang Ling.

Yang Ling was thinking in his heart: "Miss Yu's swordsmanship is exquisite, and she is still above me, if that Qin only uses one hand, maybe he can take fifty moves from him." Moreover, this person will do what he says, and he has the style of my ancients, and he will never break his word and get fat. He was lucky, hesitated, and then thought: "Of course, but I am a dignified seven-foot man, how can I let Miss Yu risk for me?"

Yang Ling sighed and said to the black-robed man: "Great Commander, this is not appropriate. You are a Jurchen senior, and you are a man, if you compete with Miss Yu, wouldn't you use the elder to bully the young, and the male to bully the female? It is better to let Yang take over the fifty moves of the commander, and the commander can use both hands. ”

The black-robed man smiled slightly and said, "You have fought with me more than ten times, this time, can you be sure to take my hands fifty moves?"

Yu dreamed that Yang Ling was silent, and thought: "If he can't catch his fifty moves, I'm afraid that I will hang too." She immediately asked, "Then what if I can't take your fifty moves?"

"If you can't take it, it's just death!" said the black-robed man coldly. He didn't say anything after seeing Yu Meng nodding, knowing that she had promised, and he didn't say much at the moment, and formed a knife with one hand, straight into Yu Meng's throat.

Yu Meng spun out of the way and jumped out of the pavilion. She pulled out the Frost Sword with her right hand, slanted down and lifted it, and returned a trick "Moon Shadow Streamer". The two of them were by the pavilion, coming and going, and in less than a while, they handed over more than ten moves.

Yang Ling slowly withdrew from the battle circle, but his right hand secretly poked into his sleeve and held the fish intestine sword tightly, and his whole body was tense like a bow full of strings. Muru and Hesheri stood to his left and right, keeping an eye on his every move. The rest of the Kuru warriors were still in all directions, not moving forward.

At this time, the black-robed man retreated again and again, and seemed to be forced a little embarrassed by Yu Meng's incomparably exquisite Nine Sect Sword Technique. Yang Ling's bystanders were clear, but he saw that the black-robed man was not in a disorderly manner, obviously deliberately showing weakness, trying to lure Yu Meng into being fooled and taking the opportunity to find his flaws.

Yang Ling said loudly: "Miss Yu, don't you hear the art of war: 'Show the enemy to be weak and attack him unprepared.'" "Half of the fifty moves have been made today, what is the reason for entering?"

When Yu Meng heard this, he really slowed down his moves, and stopped at the horizontal sword. When she stopped, the two were exactly three steps apart, and when the black-robed man waited for her to go further, he hooked her off the plate with his foot, even if he couldn't kick her, he could take advantage of her panic and retreat to take the lead.

Seeing that the tactics were broken by Yang Ling's words, the black-robed man was angry in his heart, and rebuked: "Yang Ling, don't you Chinese often say, don't you watch chess and don't say a true gentleman? Yu Meng couldn't figure out where his moves came from for a while, so he could only use the body method of Liuyao to interpret dreams.

Yang Ling knew that his leg method originated from horseback riding and shooting, and it was fused with the Central Plains martial arts, which was really exquisite. He didn't know how to deal with it for a while, so he had to say: "Miss Yu, his leg technique is from horseback, his moves are ingenious and simple and effective, you just dodge, and only when his moves are about to end, you might as well use the sword again." ”

Yu Meng nodded, and sure enough, holding the long sword upside down, it swept lightly, and the black-robed man couldn't kick her with such a short and fast kick.

The black-robed man snorted coldly: "Stinky boy, the gentleman speaks with his deeds, and the villain speaks with his tongue." What do you do with your lips and tongues? And you, if a gentleman does not agree, how can you do whatever he says?"

Yu Meng smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm not a gentleman, I'm just a little woman." ”

The black-robed man was familiar with the Chinese anthology, so he quoted the scriptures and thought it was more convincing, but he was robbed by Yu Meng, and he was speechless for a while. He didn't say much at the moment, he changed his moves frequently, the palm power of his right hand gradually increased, and every swing of the slash was with Gangfeng, compared to Yu Ziyin's wolf swordsmanship, he won more than one step.

Yu Meng didn't dare to hit her directly, and continued to move and dodge, but she didn't return the move, and the two still only fought more than 30 moves.

The internal strength of the black-robed people is on top of Yu Meng, so they consume each other, there are no wins and no losses. So he didn't worry, he only increased his palm power, intending to use the strategy of exhausting the soldiers, and when the time was ripe, he would take down Yu Meng in one fell swoop.

Seeing that it was not the law, Yu Meng turned his long sword sharply and took a risky move "Crescent Moon Trace" to cut his left ribs. She is bold, and this sword is not only subtle, but also fast and strange. The black-robed man secretly praised in his heart, but he was not slow at all with one hand, bent his elbow and bowed his arm, and knocked the surface of the frost sword with the back of his palm, Yu Meng only felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, and the long sword was immediately bounced away.

Yang Ling said secretly: "It's not good, why are you so uncomposed?" He was secretly worried, and unconsciously glanced at Mu Lu and Hesheri, and saw that although they were staring at him, they did not forget the battle situation between the black-robed man and Yu Meng.

At this time, Yu Meng's long sword slashed one after another, and it was separated by the black-robed man with the back of his palm, she felt slightly discouraged, and she was a little powerless after a few moves. The black-robed man felt the ups and downs in her heart, and immediately attacked with one hand.

Yu Meng barely resisted eight or nine moves, and was forced to stumble. The black-robed man turned his head to avoid Yu Meng's move "Gu Bai Sensen", and punched out with a backhand, Yu Meng's long sword had already attacked, and it was difficult to retract the backstab, so he had to write a horizontal sword.

The black-robed man shouted suddenly, and hit the sword face of the frost sword with a heavy fist, and the sword blade was like a hammer bombardment, and it sank into Yu Meng's chest. Yu Meng hurriedly retreated from his abdomen, but he was still half a step slower, his chest was not only cut by the blade of the sword, but also by the force of the punch, and his internal organs were almost churning. She snorted, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Yang Ling's body suddenly flashed backwards, and Mu and He immediately stepped forward, although the martial arts of these two people were not as good as Yang Ling, but their reactions were also first-class. Unexpectedly, Yang Ling's retreat was just a false shot, he moved forward at a speed three times faster, and shook off Mu and He at the same time.

When the black-robed man was about to make up for a punch on the top of Yu Meng's head, Yang Ling arrived early, a horizontal sword, and if the black-robed man did not change his move, that punch would fall on the fish intestine sword blade, not to mention the flesh and blood, even if it was fine steel and stone, it was difficult to match the sharpness of this divine weapon!

But the black-robed man is the number one master of the Jurchen martial arts, but how can he be vain? He turned his fist into a palm, drew half a circle in the air, and when Yang Ling's sword arrived, he flicked Yang Ling's wrist back, and wanted to use his sword to slash Yu Meng. Yang Ling hurriedly changed the seal to a side swing, and then grabbed Yu Meng's shoulder with his left hand and pulled her behind him.

Unexpectedly, the black-robed man's left palm immediately struck out, and shouted loudly: "Withdraw your hand!" Yang Ling was caught off guard, and was hit by the "Shenmen Acupoint" on his right wrist, and the fish intestine sword was taken off when he landed, and the black-robed man copied it with his hand, and then caught the short sword and stabbed Yang Ling in the chest!

Yang Ling grabbed Yu Meng with his left hand, and his right hand was still numb, he knew that at this time, only by letting go of Yu Meng in his left hand and retreating to the right rear could he save his life. But if this is the case, Yu Meng will definitely die under the sword of this black-robed man!

Yang Ling gritted his teeth, picked up Yu Meng with his left hand, turned around himself, and sold his back to the black-robed man. The black-robed man paused for a moment, and then understood: "This kid didn't hesitate to sacrifice his life for this woman?" He was first shocked, and then turned into hatred: "Hmph, if you don't kill this woman, will the princess have a chance?" He grabbed Yang Ling's back heart with his left hand and lifted him up. Yang Ling's acupoint was restrained, his limbs were weak, and Yu Meng fell out of his arms.

The black-robed man was about to be stabbed with a sword, but who knew that his right rib suddenly hurt, and the stab only stopped when it was only half stabbed. He looked down and saw that the right side of his lower abdomen had somehow been pierced by a long sword!

The black-robed man was stunned, he took two steps back, and the long sword slid out of his body with extreme sharpness, splashing a large puddle of blood.