The black and shiny leather boots stepped down,

Lightweight

Smart

elegance

Silently.

The interval between each step is almost the same as if it has been measured.

Even when walking on the loess, there is no smoke and dust, let alone footprints.

Above the dusty leather boots is a pair of black-gray leggings, and above it is a seventeenth-century European aristocracy's favorite dostercol costume, the snow-white lining unfastens the placket to reveal the strong chest, and the black kaftan is casually draped over the shoulders.

With a cigarette in his mouth,

A hand diagonally in a trouser pocket,

The other slender and elegant palm carried a hideous and ugly head,

Walking among the Mongol tents, it is like a noble duke patrolling his territory,

The out-of-place clothes and ornaments are as cold as a knife and noble temperament, but instead highlight a strange sense of harmony.

Passing by the house,

A kick on tiptoe,

Kick a wooden barrel of vegetable oil high into the air,

With a flick of the fingers,

Cigarette butts flying,

The next moment,

Flames rise.

The murderer and arson walked like a knife in the camp by himself,

Like a marble sculpture of handsome countenance on the frost as cold,

But he couldn't hide the arrogance and disdain in the depths of his eyes.

In the crowded Mongolian barracks,

take the head of the person,

Wander freely,

Every step seems to be exquisitely calculated,

Or step into the shadows,

Or go to the blind spot of all the sergeants,

But no one could have noticed this guy with a head in his hand and dressed in fancy clothes.

Cold as a knife if you think,

Everywhere can shine,

If he deliberately hides his deeds,

Even if you swagger through the city in the middle of the city, no one will find out.

Shoot to the head of the person,

Walking through the armies,

This is the strongest assassin in the heavens and all worlds!

Providence is like a knife!

No need for disguise,

There's no need to hide,

There is no need for the law of space,

You don't need a sharp kill,

Just think,

Then kill!

This knife is providential!

This is providence like a knife!

There was a commotion behind him, and after about ten minutes, the Mongolian soldiers finally found the headless body of the general, coupled with the fire that ignited, the entire military camp was like boiling water, and fell into complete chaos.

The corners of his mouth as cold as a knife were slightly raised,

But he didn't quicken his pace,

The elegant figure rubbed shoulders with a sergeant who came on turn,

For some reason,

The sergeant sneezed suddenly,

Just like that, the culprit who put the camp in chaos was missed.

Cold as a knife, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised,

Continue the smooth but mysterious passage,

The camp gate is close at hand!

At this moment,

Eyebrows furrowed,

Suddenly I felt a sight on my side that shouldn't have been projected,

Raise your head,

Eye to eye with that gaze.

It was a pair of dreamlike eyes,

There's starlight in it, and there's the crumpled Milky Way,

The elf-like eyes reflected the stunned cold as a knife,

The eyes that are as cold as knives reflect a delicate girl with a clever smile.

A moment of eye contact,

The earth is desolate.

The sound of a silver bell suddenly sounded, like the warm sun and floating clouds on the grassland.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before, it's General Arslene in your hand~"

The dagger slipped from the cuff and fell into the palm of the hand.

Xiangyang City,

Since the city was broken, it has become a fortress of the Mongol army,

The general Zhang Hongfan listed this place as a military important place,

Dispatch of troops,

logistical supply,

The captives are held here,

The originally prosperous city of Xiangyang has fallen into hell,

And the deepest part of hell,

It's the prisoner of war camp where the people of the Great Song Dynasty are imprisoned!

despair

dark

bloody

This was a place where the sun could never shine,

now

A big sparkling bald head replaces the sun!

The earthen wall collapsed!

The palm of Pu fan-like pinched the head of a Yuan soldier,

Ten fingers forced,

The good head is like a broken watermelon,

Red and white flowed all over the ground,

The bear-like body covers the morning sun, like a giant god from the ancient wilderness.

It's full of headless corpses with their heads smashed,

With a wave of his palm, let the unkempt prisoners of war leave,

The always cynical watermelon has a straight face, and his eyes are full of sighs.

"Unexpectedly, these Mongolian soldiers turned out to be reincarnated sinners, and there are even reward points for killing these sinners, 10 points apiece, it's really good, hehe, just hate not enough to kill!"

Raising his bald head to look at the black smoke rising not far away,

I don't care about the hideous scars on my waist and abdomen that were cut by a steel knife,

"Yo, the knife is very powerful, it's easy to handle

The barracks are done, alas, the rules of the nightmare world are really annoying, if it were normal, it would be done with one punch, now, do your best, do your best~"

The prisoner of war camp here is just like what Ding Ning saw on the mountain road, full of hell views,

The people who were tortured and killed,

Humiliated women,

It was this tragic scene that made the coming watermelon and Leng Rudao not even have time to inquire about the task released by the prayer card.

The two parted ways,

One man broke into the Mongol barracks,

One man rescues prisoners of war,

It stands to reason that

The two of them have lost most of their strength, and they should protect themselves and devote all their energy to completing the task.

What's more, the infinite deacon walks the heavens and all the worlds, and he should have been accustomed to this bloody scene a long time ago.

But...

There is a sense of injustice in my heart,

Don't vomit and don't be happy!

Even the appearance is cold,

pretending to overlook the world, and killing all those who don't care about everything as cold as a knife,

What's more, the watermelon that prides itself on being a hot-blooded hero?!

prisoner of war camps,

Three hundred and forty-seven Mongolian sergeants' blood was scattered in the air,

But this blood is not enough to pay for the sins they have created!

"My lord! Your Excellency, you are the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva! ”

"Thank you, Eun-gong!"

"The grace of saving lives is unforgettable!"

"Eun Gong! In the next vow, the grass ring is repaid for great kindness..."

Watermelon looked at the tortured people in front of him, and laughed dryly.

"Ah, hurry up, I'll be arrested if it's too late, go quickly, what do I want you to be grateful for, it's okay to have a beautiful girl, it's a pity, the beautiful girl has been ruined..."

Look at the people who are supporting each other and fleeing, and let out a long sigh.

"Unfortunately, my ability is limited... Alas..."

Open the last prison,

Waving freely in the gratitude of the prisoners,

Watermelon then pulled out the prayer card from his pants and lazily looked at the handwriting displayed on it.

"Yo, take in apprentices? This task is a bit interesting, but a year is too short, right? The reward is really good, hehe, there is no limit to what kind of apprentices to accept, so if you go to Shaolin Temple to accept the abbot, is it easy and happy~"

Behind him, a pair of knees fell heavily on the ground,

The watermelon turned around,

It was a ragged boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, thin and thin, with his head buried deep in the ground.

"Why don't you go?"

The boy looked up, revealing a dirty little face.

"Be merciful! Take me as a disciple! ”

Watermelon raised an eyebrow, and suddenly felt a little funny.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't make trouble, I can't accept you as an apprentice, I want to go to Shaolin Temple to accept apprentices."

The boy gritted his teeth and ducked his head again.

"Be merciful! I was originally the son of Zhai Fang, the Shou of Fanzhou City... The Tartars invaded my country, killed my father, and my whole family was killed by the Tartars, my name is Zhai..."

The mighty voice of the infinite god came into the mind of the watermelon.

"Eligible plane natives have been detected, and the lust bearer meets the conditions for opening the main quest, will it be accepted..."

Watermelon hurriedly raised his big hand and interrupted the young man's words.

“stop！ I don't want to know what your name is! ”

The young man was slightly stunned, bit his lip, and kowtowed his head fiercely.

"Please, Master!!"

"Gotta get it, you're my brother! I know that you are pitiful, I really can't accept you as an apprentice, but I can't protect myself if I accept you! ”

"Please, Master! Master's martial arts are world-famous! Only if you take me as an apprentice, can I drive the Tartars out of my Great Song Dynasty! I'm me, I'm me, I'm kowtowing to you, please! ”

The watermelon hurriedly pounced in front of the boy and picked up the thin boy like a chicken.

"Don't, don't! Oh, you know you're a liar? Damn, do something good and touch a porcelain! ”

There was a trace of despair in the young man's dark eyes, and tears flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably, and he wiped his little face fiercely, revealing a delicate face.

"Master! You can take me as an apprentice, I'll do anything, I'll serve you, and I'll give you a long time to retire..."

"Gotcha! Other! You have small arms and thin legs, you look like a little girl, and my kung fu is all open and closed... Yes, yes, not for you. ”

"Master, I can endure any hardship!"

The mighty voice of the infinite god came into the mind of the watermelon.

"Those who have fulfilled the conditions for the conferment of the apprenticeship, who bear lust..."

Watermelon's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly left the boy, as if he was being picked up by a dog, patted his butt and slipped away.

The young man watched the watermelon go away in a daze,

His mind kept echoing as he had just seen through the bars the figure of the watermelon in the siege of the Tartars.

The Zhai family has a prodigy,

Five-year-old can write poems,

At the age of six, he can read music,

At the age of seven, he was familiar with the Four Books and the Five Classics,

At the age of ten, he revised the Confucian classics,

Everyone knows that the young son of the Zhai family is talented, and when he reaches adulthood, he will definitely become a pillar of the country like Prime Minister Wen.

But

The Mongols can't wait for him to grow up,

Xiangyang City Break,

The land is lost,

A young man who was once looked up to

Prisoner of the stairs,

The Confucian classics can't save him,

The Four Books and the Five Classics could not save him,

Trapped in this dimly lit prison without five fingers,

I thought I was going to die here,

No more light,

But

A big bald head replaces the warm sun,

Dispelled all gloom!

The shock, like a god,

cruel and bloody means,

I have already let the teenager throw himself to the ground!

Originally

There is only one way to save the world and survive!

That solution is not in the book,

And in the hands!

It's the big hand like a fan,

You can easily crush the evil tartars!

What is the use of my knowledge?!

Fuck the poetry and songs!

Fuck the splendid article!

I'd rather hold Qingfeng smile and drink blood, not be the champion of the country!

If there is justice in this world, it must be in the hands of the dead tartar!

Clenching his silver teeth, the boy clenched his hands that had been holding the pen.

"Shaolin Temple, is it... I must, I must worship you as a teacher! ”

Yuan Dadu,

Also known as Khan Bali,

It means the abode of the Great Khan,

Since Kublai Khan's accession to the throne, it was planned and built by Liu Bingzhong.

After 12 years it has become the political center of the North,

In terms of economic prosperity, it is by no means inferior to Lin'an in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Unlike the south, where wars are raging,

The north, which has long since settled down, has entered a period of economic recovery.

Although it is not possible to say that the people live and work in peace and contentment,

But there is also a bit of a view of the prosperous dynasty.

On the eve of dawn,

Outside the most prosperous Qinglou Cloud Building in the capital,

A few gangsters who were stealing chickens and dogs looked at Chu Xiyao who was sleeping soundly on the steps and winked at each other.

A flurry of Mongolian slang whispered.

"Big brother, that girl is so upright."

"Although I can't see it clearly, it's much better than the big Song girls we've been on."

"She's alone, let's..."

Just as a few people were whispering,

Suddenly, a crazy voice came from behind him.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Can the seven friends borrow their heads to use the seven hatreds of the poor road? ”

The sun rises in the east,

Warmly shining on the streets of the capital of Yuan,

Chu Xiyao, who was wearing a white gauze skirt, woke up from her dream and stretched her waist.

"Hmm... It's so slow, where did the boss go, didn't you say that you would meet at the biggest inn, Miss Ben has been sleeping for a long time, and she is hungry... Crying..."

I have to say that Chu Xiyao's disconnection has reached the level of anger between people and gods.

This stupid girl has no idea how terrible her charm is,

The title of the first beauty of the heavens and all worlds is not a false title, but is recognized by the infinite god,

Disaster to the country and the people, the country and the city, the sinking fish and geese, the moon and the flowers,

These were originally just romantic words to describe the beauty of women,

Placed on Chu Xiyao, who completely released the charm of a white veil, it is the truth here, and the fact exists!

It can even be said that

The reason why the infinite deacon came was in the middle of the night when it was dark and there were no fingers,

The fundamental reason is that the moon and stars in this world dare not compete with Chu Xiyao's appearance!

This idiot just treats the Qinglou as an inn, and sits alone on the steps of the main entrance.

If it weren't for the extremely strict curfew implemented by the Yuan Dadu, everything would be silent on the eve of dawn, and even this kind of land of wind and moon could not be avoided.

Chu Xiyao will be dragged into the Qinglou by a wolf-like prodigal son,

Circles and forks are crossed tens of thousands of times.

Fortunately, the luck of the waste wood lady who is stunning and her charm is as good as the sky, no matter what, she will turn the danger into a disaster.

It is precisely because of this ungodly luck that she can blend in with the ranks of the infinite deacons and swagger and eat and wait for death.

In other words, even this terrible nightmare mission, Xu Fan didn't worry about Chu Xiyao, even if everyone had braids, this thing is estimated to be able to live a good life.

stretched out a plain white jade hand to cover the dazzling warm sun,

Flattened her small mouth, Chu Xiyao, who was crying, rubbed her little belly.

"Would like to have breakfast... I don't have any money in my pocket... I forgot to bring silver, Chu Xiyao, you are so stupid! Not... Miss Ben is so poor and has no money... Forget it, who made you look good, stupid can be considered to give those ponytail-like dog-like guys a way to live..."

As soon as the words fell,

There was a faint shouting and scolding,

A ponytail jumping up and down came into view, followed by a fat man with a kitchen knife.

"I didn't pay for breakfast! And there is no royal law anymore! ”

Ah Li was holding a meat bun in his mouth, and when he saw the stupid Chu Xiyao, Xingchen's eyes lit up, his ponytail was raised, and he ran over to Miss Waste Firewood.

"Waste wood! Do you have any silver? I didn't bring any money with me! ”

Chu Xiyao hurriedly jumped up.

"Nope! Miss Ben doesn't know you! Go away!! ”

Throwing seven cold corpses into the deep alley, the crazy Taoist heard Chu Xiyao's exclamation, and slowly raised his head, revealing a cheek full of wind and frost.

"It's exactly seven, kill one more and break the vows, just let this dog Tartar live one more day..."

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