Chapter 5 Crisis

Through a series of experiments, Qingjun found that the function of the spell is to adjust the frequency of mental power to achieve the characteristic value that can stimulate the talisman. The sentence "I am as anxious as the law" is just a matter of the monks trying to strengthen their confidence, but it has no effect. Gestures, on the other hand, are used to adjust the direction of a spell to aim at a target.

After figuring out the principles of meditation and talismans, with the assistance of the Quantum Number, Qingjun could already enter the state of spiritual power resonance at any time, and his cultivation speed increased by more than ten times. She tested all the talismans in her hand and determined the firing frequency of each talisman. In this way, she can achieve an instant spell without having to recite a spell.

After the completion of these studies, Qingjun gained a lot and was in a very happy mood. After washing, she undressed herself and got into the futon. It was her first night in the New World. Compared with the original earth, the quality of life in terms of food and living is really much worse. The only thing that can be relieved is to have extraordinary power.

"Quantum, help me enter the state of spiritual resonance."

Her spirit instantly became one with heaven and earth. There is no need to bother to maintain, just enjoy the transcendent happiness of spiritual resonance. Qingjun suddenly felt that life here also had merits.

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At midnight, Qingjun's tent was suddenly opened, and a cold wind poured in through the door. Qingjun immediately withdrew from the meditative state.

Outside the door is Qingjun's eldest brother Zhang Zonghan. He stood at the door, and his tone was hurried: "Qingjun, it's not good, hurry up!" ”

Although Qingjun inherited the girl's memory, he still has some estrangement from this big brother. She knew that the other party must have something serious, and she didn't care about him breaking into the girl's boudoir late at night, but said softly: "Big brother, please turn around." I'm going to get dressed. ”

Zhang Zonghan's face turned red, realizing the difference between men and women. He hurriedly turned around, listened to Qingjun's fluttering dressing, and said at the same time: "I'm sorry, it's the eldest brother who is rude." On a whim, we started a hexagram, we must not stay here for a long time, otherwise there will be a catastrophe. I have calculated that this catastrophe is very dangerous, almost ten deaths, and only by going southwest overnight can there be a glimmer of life. ”

Zhang Zonghan studied easy numbers and was known as a god of calculation. Qingjun didn't dare to ignore it, and immediately responded: "Big brother, please go and inform Uncle Meng and Fang Ling first, and I will pack my luggage and leave immediately." ”

She had just wrapped up her valuables, and before she could leave the bill, she felt a faint vibration on the ground.

"It's a brigade of cavalry! If you come late at night, you will have bad intentions! ”

Zhang Zonghan's voice came from outside the tent: "Qingjun, come with me!" ”

When Qingjun came out of the tent, he had already seen a fire dragon approaching the camp in the distance. It was a torch carried by the Mongol cavalry, and there were at least a thousand of them.

Meng Xuan had already prepared the horses, and he rode them with Zhang Zonghan. Meng Fangling pulled Qingjun on his horse, and the four of them rode in two, and immediately fled to the southwest.

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The morning sun rose from the sky, and below the red clouds were a field of blood and corpses. The thick smell of blood rose to the sky, and the scavenging vultures circled in the sky, screaming horribly.

The battle began at midnight, when the Mongol cavalry attacked during the night, raining rockets that covered the entire camp. In the face of a thousand-strong Mongolian iron cavalry, dozens of Taoist priests could not face each other head-on, let alone be attacked in the middle of the night, even if they had the Dao method. There were surviving Taoist priests who stood up to resist, but they died in an instant like a stone falling into the sea.

The cavalry galloped from tent to tent, and they threw torches at each tent, and the whole camp was reduced to a sea of flames.

A knight rode up to the commander and reported: "I have counted the corpses, and there are four people missing. ”

The centurion summoned a centurion: "Take your men, find them, and don't let a single one go!" ”

"Yes!" The centurion nodded in obedience. This centurion was from Orion, and he checked it carefully, and soon found the traces of the horses' hooves of the four people in the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

"Come with me!" He ordered without hesitation.

A hundred knights rode away, and the sound of swords and armor clashing in the sound of horses' hooves was awe-inspiring.

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"A detachment of Mongol cavalry is coming from behind! There are 100 people! ”

Meng Fangling released the hoopoe bird she had raised since she was a child and circled in the air to reconnoitre. The approach of the Mongol pursuers was discovered by the people of the Heavenly Master's Mansion in advance. At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan thought about it for a while, and then made a decision. In this vast grassland, there are no jungles and mountains to hide their whereabouts, and only by killing the team of pursuers behind them can they have a chance to escape. He entered the Tao with martial arts, and when he was young, he fought with his father Meng Heng against the Mongolian army, and there were 100 enemies, which really couldn't stop him.

"Fang Ling, you take good care of Zong Han and Qingjun. Go and go back for the Father. ”

Meng Xuan took out the armor from the package and put it on, checked the spear and bow and arrows, turned the horse's head, and went to kill the way he came.

The Mongolian cavalry was riding their horses when they suddenly saw a man and a rider in front of them, blocking the front. The visitor was dressed in bright silver armor, and his whole body was covered with a layer of golden light under the rising sun. A large bow was bent into a full moon and aimed at your team.

"Whoosh......" A heavy arrow shot quickly, and a Mongolian cavalryman fell off his horse in response, and was trampled through the stomach by the horse behind him, and immediately swallowed his breath.

When the Mongol cavalry saw their companions fall from their horses, they immediately cursed. But the enemy used a stiff bow, and the range was far beyond the riding bow. They could only push their crotch mounts and rush desperately towards each other.

A series of feathered arrows were fired continuously, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Mongolian cavalrymen who rushed to the front fell off their horses one after another. The momentum of the pursuers was suddenly stopped.

At this time, Meng Xuan urged the war horse and ran up diagonally. When the Mongol soldiers saw each other fleeing, they accelerated one after another.

During the chase between the two sides, Meng Xuan shot more than 30 pursuers.

"Mangugu! Mangugu! ”

More than half of the Mongol cavalry suffered casualties. They stopped their horses, cried out, and refused to pursue them any further.

Mangu was the favorite tactic used by the Mongols, and was known by the ancient Romans as the "Sabbath archery method", in which the mounted archers shot arrows at the enemy in the rear while fleeing. This tactic was now being used by Meng Xuan on them.

Seeing that the Mongolian soldiers stopped, Meng Xuan turned his horse's head, put away his bow and arrows, and took out his spear. He breathed a little, and galloped towards the Mongol cavalry.

The Mongol cavalry fired arrows one after another. As soon as Meng Xuan's spear flicked, he threw the feather arrow to the ground. Seeing Meng Xuan rushing closer and closer, the Mongolian cavalry roared angrily and drew their long knives and launched a charge.

"Kill!" With a wave of Meng Xuan's hand, one of the enemies was picked up and knocked over a string of enemies behind.