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On a field thirty miles southeast of the battlefield.

The 8,000 cavalry of the Song army waited for the arrival of the enemy for a long time. In the case of the morale of the whole army of 90+, even those recruits who have just been promoted to horseback are also full of confidence in the victory of the war!

It's the cavalry of the Yaozhou Zhou army that came! The sound of their horses' hooves was as loud as thunder.

Yaozhou Assassin Shi was very uneasy, using less than 50,000 troops to stop Zhu Biao's 80,000 'Hundred Battle Elites', and no one in Yaozhou felt at ease about this. So they made a remedy, concentrated the cavalry at hand, and rushed to reinforcements.

But God knows, the Yaozhou cavalry, which had a total of less than 30,000 before, was arranged in four ways.

Huwei Zhonglang General Qiu Shengong marched rapidly with 13,000 cavalry, this is the combined force of the cavalry of the south and southeast routes, the cavalry of the Zhou army closest to the blocking battlefield, and the other cavalry of the Zhou army in the north direction of the battlefield, the distance between them is still a hundred miles.

"Driving the ......" Qiu Shengong took the lead, leading the troops to gallop at high speed. The autumn breeze was cool, but his forehead was still drenched with sweat. I'm in a hurry!

"Woo, Woo ......"

There was a black line on the horizon in front of him, and Qiu Shengong was immediately alert, and his intuition told him that his future had changed. So the man sat firmly on the horse, took out a clairvoyant mirror from his waist, opened it, and found that the black shadow rising on the horizon was not a row of Song cavalry!

"Damn it!" Cursing resentfully, Qiu Shengong's heart burned even more eagerly. Song Jun was actually ready and waiting for him, which really made people feel angry and angry.

"Woo woo woo ......" horn sounded. The Song army array slowly moved. Before Qiu Shengong discovered the Song army, Zhu Biao had already issued an order. The entire Song army was ready.

"Kill-" Zhu Biao raised his spear and jumped on his horse, and eight thousand cavalry followed. Qiu Shengong gave up the order he had just given to stop the whole army, and the cavalry of the Zhou army did not have time to take a breath before they scattered their four hooves again.

The collision of the two purple torrents, the moment they met, the huge impact sound overpowered the sound of a qiē on the battlefield, and then the high sound of fighting, the neighing of war horses. The screams of the warriors began to be heard.

"Hah-"

The horse soared into the air, the arms of the Dou soldiers on the horse's back stretched, the upper body leaned down diagonally, and the big knife picked up quickly and quickly slashed down like a thunderbolt.

With a click, one of the Zhou army horsemen was broken in two and fell to the ground. The section is flat and neat, whether it is flesh or armor.

"Kill—" Dou Bing shouted. Thunderclap.

"Whew-"

On the other side, Feng Enjiang rode his horse like a dragon, and in the horse's hooves, his arms holding the gun trembled rapidly, and the bright head of the gun instantly turned into seven or eight points of light, and the red tassels on the gun cluster spread out like a bright red flower.

Puff puff puff -

One shot knocked down three oncoming cavalry of the Zhou army. The tip of the gun is all in the throat, like a hole the size of a fist.

Charge - the first time the technique and tactics are opened.

Since entering the Central Plains, the rare cavalry has collided, and Zhu Biao seems to have returned to the border fortress of the Northern Han Dynasty in a trance. It's just that the opponents are from a bearded man dressed in gray-brown leather armor with a stout body. turned into a Zhou soldier dressed in purple clothes and bright armor.

The tip of the gun pierced the chest. The soldiers of the Zhou army who were picked in the blood splattered screamed miserably, and grabbed the head of the gun with two hands......

Zhu Biao rode his horse without stopping, and countless silver dots appeared in front of him and on the left and right. Wave after wave of cavalry of the Zhou army poured in, but the ice and snow met the scorching sun and all melted.

The spear shook into countless dazzling spear flowers, Zhu Biao's eyes flashed with cold killing, he took Qiu Shengong as a target and killed it directly.

The cavalry of the Zhou army of more than 10,000 people is a good force, but under the greeting of the cavalry of the eight thousand Song army, how many more people can they squeeze out to stop themselves?

Zhu Biao's current strength can completely ignore the enemy's strength and directly rush in!

That's what he did. With more than 100 elites, a big bloody hole was poked in the heart of the cavalry of the Zhou army.

"Puff-"

"Uhhh

Zhu Biao is always in the front! Whether it is to inspire the military spirit of his soldiers when he first entered the battle formation, or the confidence and self-confidence at the moment, in the battle of the cavalry, Zhu Biao likes to rush to the front and fight on the front line.

Under the mild sunlight, a little cold light instantly shone in mid-air, and one after another screams were endless in the cavalry array of the Zhou army.

Completely overwhelming, absolutely unstoppable, the Song army was invincible to the Zhou soldiers.

"Driving—"

Zhu Biao shouted, pointed his gun in his right hand at the panicked Zhou cavalry in front of him, and leaned forward like lightning, point, point, point-

Thorn, thorn, thorn -

More than a dozen cavalry of the Zhou army spurted out blood arrows in this move, either in the chest or in the throat.

The miserable howl sounded continuously, and many of the Zhou cavalry in front of Zhu Biao had not yet seen where the gun came from, and the dazzling white light in front of him flashed, and he had already fallen in a pool of blood.

The farthest dead were four or five feet away from Zhu Biao.

An officer of the Zhou army looked at Yiqi in front of him in shock, he didn't believe his eyes, this is still the soldiers and horses of the imperial court, is this still the army of the Heavenly Empire? In the face of the rebels who have been fighting for thousands of miles, the soldiers under his command are so vulnerable and vulnerable!

"Die!"

But he didn't have time to think about it. Zhu Biao set his eyes on him, and in the chaotic army array, Zhu Biao went straight to this officer, who made the fish scale armor around him shine! With a loud shout, the spear in his hand stabbed down, like a meteor falling from the sky, and a straight cold light crossed in front of his eyes, appearing in front of the door of the Zhou army officer.

The officer roared and raised the iron rod in his hand to meet him.

"Dang!"

The clear sound of gold and iron resonating. Zhu Biao didn't care about the anti-shock, it was like a dragonfly shaking a jade pillar. The officer's arms, on the other hand, were like overwhelmed bamboo poles, crumbling, flesh and blood shattering, bones broken, and the tip of the spear pressed against the iron rod and sank itself into the officer's head.

The head shattered. The white and red were all mixed together.

One after another, and then another. Zhu Biao went straight to Qiu Shengong to kill. All the officers of the Zhou army encountered along the way were also wiped out.

Soldiers without officers are a mess, especially in the face of danger, and they are a flock of cowardly lambs.

Where the Zhou army that Zhu Biao had killed was, in addition to retreating, he still retreated.

"Ahh

"Baihong Jingtian-" A simple move in "Yang Family Marksmanship". The bright silver spear stabbed as fast as lightning and flew rainbow.

Zhu Biao, who has achieved great marksmanship, is now so handy at evoking any move. Although it's just a third-rate marksmanship!

The smashed mace was still more than a foot away from Zhu Biao's skull, and the sharp edge of the silver spear had already touched Qiu Shengong's eyes. Qiu Shengong's vest immediately broke out in a cold sweat. I didn't care about smashing Zhu Biao's head anymore, so I hurriedly held the mace sideways, and wanted to set up Zhu Biao's shot.

But where is the time! The iron rod of the mace had just been leveled, and before it was on the bracket, the tip of the spear had already completely sunk into Qiu Shengong's throat, and the wide head of the spear stabbed him in the neck.

Qiu Shengong is dead!

The flame in Zhou Jun's heart, which was not vigorous, was poured down by a basin of ice water. Completely annihilated, it's really heart-warming cool!

One was scattered, and when Zhu Biao interrupted the banner with a shot, the Zhou army collapsed and collapsed.

Zhu Biao left Dou Bing with 3,000 cavalry to pursue the cavalry of the Zhou army, and he quickly led the troops back to the battlefield of the infantry army. The more than 40,000 Zhou infantry troops who were trying their best to resist the Song army's offensive were stabbed in the back. As a result, the Zhou army on this battlefield was also defeated!

These Heavenly Soldiers, who were losing their souls, abandoned their pride. Having abandoned their own dignity, the great crowd of followers scattered.

Encirclement and suppression by different routes, and then the mobilization of Zhu Biao in the coming days, the Yaozhou Zhou army, which originally occupied an absolute advantage in troops, was unconsciously divided into one road and one road. And the Song army commanded by Zhu Biao. Then in line with the principle of 'let you come as many ways, I will only fight all the way'. Yes, it is the method used in the battle of Salhu in which the wild boar skin broke the Ming army, and in a relatively 'fair' environment, you can easily achieve a good victory without paying much casualties and win a lot of results. The words 'split and broken' couldn't be clearer.

"Brothers, clean up the battlefield, take care of the prisoners, let's go northeast—"

Zhu Biao rode his horse and galloped on the battlefield, passing by along the way, all the Song soldiers were greeting their invincible commander with enthusiastic chanting.

The army was heading northeast, and there, there was a similar Yaozhou Zhou army that was eagerly rushing to this side. Zhu Biao couldn't wait where he was, because a Zhou army of 70,000 or 80,000 people also rushed over to the south of the battlefield. Therefore, he must take the initiative to go through the northeast, and not bother the 50,000-strong Zhou army to travel long distances.

In the chaotic mountains of more than 50 miles southwest of Jixian County, the county town of Yuyang County, there is a jungle called Minghua Temple. Although it is secluded in the mountains and barren mountains, it is famous all over the world, and it was built in the early days of the Great Wei Dynasty and has a history of 1,000 years.

This temple is built on the mountain, occupies a small area, but is simple and quiet, and the dust is clean.

The current abbot is Master Huiguang, who is over the age of ten and has profound Dharma. Although he is not a person in the martial arts, he has a high status in Jizhou Buddhism. When the old monk was young, he was a young man, he hated his life, tried and failed, and when he was discouraged, he sent his love to the mountains and rivers and traversed the famous mountains and rivers. In the year of establishment, he met a senior monk in Huazhou to guide him, cut his hair and receive ordination, and shaved his ordination.

The old monk has been out of the world for 40 years, the Buddhism is profound, and he is full of scriptures, all of which are fine, and even the study of gold and stone has some experience, and the literati and ink writers, and the dignitaries and dignitaries have communicated, since entering the Minghua Temple 20 years ago, the Minghua Temple, which has been sunk for a long time, has become the frequent place of the upper echelons of the official eunuchs in Jizhou, and has re-established its central position in the Buddhism of Jizhou. It's just that no one knows whether he can martial arts, anyway, he has never been shown in front of others, and there is no name for him in the martial arts. There are two major gates of Buddhism in the martial arts in northern Xinjiang, Dalin Temple and Hanruo Temple have been stationed in Minghua Temple for many years, but they are all respectful to the old monk Huiguang.

Hugh saw that the old monk was in his seventies this year, and he had been wearing a gray-white cloth monk's robe for many years, looking ordinary. But when he walked, his waist was straight, his steps were like flying, and his silver beard was fluttering under his chin, like a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties. It doesn't look old at all.

This morning, the fog was thick. The morning dawn is not up, a little drizzle, from the Miaobi Peak opposite Baohua Mountain, the young man in the white robe who flies straight for a month, the body is like flying, and he is rushing to the Minghua Temple without a point.

The young man seemed to be familiar with the way, and walked through the door on the left side, passing through a corridor built from the bottom to the top of the mountain. Went straight to the meditation room of the old monk Huiguang.

This young man is about 20 years old, and he is born with a handsome appearance, his face is like a crown of jade, his temples are like a knife, his eyebrows are like ink paintings, and his eyes are like waves. It's just that at this moment, his eyebrows are locked, and his face is full of anxiety. Bumped into the monks in the temple only nodded slightly, and the figure did not stay for a moment, although the monks were strange in their hearts, but it was also inconvenient to interrogate.

The old monk Huiguang had already done a morning class, and was meditating in the meditation room with his eyes closed, and he could hear the sound of hurried footsteps outside. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the young man had lifted the curtain and entered, and his face was full of worry.

When the old monk saw it, he knew what he meant, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

With a pleasant look on his face, he asked, "Master Liang." Came so early in the morning, look at your face. Could it be that your father's old illness has recurred?"

The young man hurriedly bowed down and replied, "Exactly, my father's injuries have occurred again this morning, but this time it is different from before, coughing up blood in his throat from time to time. The father said that he only felt that the qi was gushing with blood, and the internal qi could not be evenly adjusted, so he took the elixir left by the master, and now it is a little more comfortable, but ......" At this point, the young man's eyes turned red, and then he said: "So I want to ask your old man to visit again."

The old monk sighed and said, "Master Liang, this matter is going to happen sooner or later, don't you know it?" This kind of extremely cold true qi cannot be dissolved unless it is the power of the strongest and the most yang. Even if the old man is willing to help, it is only a drop in the bucket. I hope you will have a decision on this matter soon!

You go back first, and the old man will come later. ”

The young man's face turned pale, he bowed down and agreed, exited the meditation room and left Minghua Temple. Crossing the mountain road to the peak of the back of the wonderful pen, the body stopped for a while, that is, he took a breath of dantian internal qi, exerted his superior light skills, looked straight ahead, but saw the ape leaping over the crane, the distance of 100 zhang was fleeting, and in a moment, he reached the peak. The young man let out a long breath and ran back to the mountain.

The mountains behind this wonderful pen peak are all barren land, white stones, phosphorus, and no grass grows. I saw the young man galloping at the ridge, and after a while, he stopped at the end of the branch peak of the back mountain, overlooking the below, all of which were overhanging rock cliffs. The young man stopped on a cliff on an extra boulder, the height can be more than ten zhang, leaning on the top of the slight exposure of a crack, only to see the young man press down the void with both hands, his shoulders shook slightly, the person has been pulled up six or seven zhang high, the body is in the air for a moment, just about to look at the fall, the two feet interact with a cushion, and the steep ground is pulled up five or six zhang high. Then two arms, one hovering, the person has quietly landed on a mountain stone at the exit of the crack, this light work, absolutely extraordinary, not stained with a trace of fire, very rare.

The crack was less than a person's height, and the young man leaned down into the cave, but he heard an old and weak voice asking, "Yingying, are you bothering Zen Master Huiguang again?"

The young man's voice changed, and the male voice turned into a daughter's tone, "Dad." The master said that your injury can only be healed with the power of the Yang Dynasty, and this time the master came to you to stabilize the injury, and the daughter went down the mountain. ”

This voice, if Zhu Biao was present, he would definitely be able to hear who it was. It was Song Yingzhu, who had disappeared for many days in the Northern Han Dynasty, and the person lying on the stone bed in the cave was naturally Song Yannan.

"Alas......" A sigh came out from the cave for a long time, it was so faint and desolate, Song Yingzhu couldn't help but feel sad in his ears.

After the year, she followed her father from the Northern Han Dynasty to the Central Plains, and fought the Jizhou Shenquanmen for the first time, just to see if such a long time had passed, and the Shenquanmen, which was obviously implicated with the insider, would relax her vigilance a little, so that their father and daughter could find out a little news.

The Jianghu guests who fell into the 'cage' of the Northern Han Dynasty have not yet had a trace of news come out. Song Yannan's sister thought of Bu Qingyun's crying at home, and her heart was like a knife! The iron-clothed Daoist didn't care, he was in his fifties, and he didn't pass on a single disciple.

But Song Yannan missed, and the Divine Fist Gate really didn't take special precautions, but secretly there was another group of people staring at it. He was chased by the tail after he left the Divine Fist Gate once, and the father and daughter were almost killed in a fight. It was produced by some systems that Song Yingzhu got from Zhu Biao, and the two escaped.

But Song Yannan was also seriously injured, especially the palm imprinted on his chest, which was cold and biting, extremely cold, and the internal force was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, which was difficult to get rid of.

It has been more than a month now, and Song Yannan's top master in the rivers and lakes can only lie on the bed like a seriously ill person.

There was a tea oil lamp burning in the cave, Song Yingzhu picked the lamp and twisted it, the tongue of fire suddenly rose two inches high, and his figure moved on the stone wall.

The tongue of fire brought up a thick smoke, and the smell touched the nose, but there was a fragrance of tea.

Song Yingzhu sincerely thanked the old monk Huiguang, who found them a place to live. This cave is a clean room for Huiguang retreat! And in the past two months, if it weren't for the old monk Huiguang using Jinyang Dan and his own internal force to drive away Song Yannan's cold, Song Yannan would have been a zombie a long time ago!

But if there are people living in the clean room, then it is not clean. Pots, bowls, scoops, chopsticks and other utensils are readily available. The previous cave was empty except for a stone basin and a futon dripping from the rock joints.

Song Yingzhu looked at her father, she had never seen such a father for many years, there was an old man lying on the thick futon, his cheeks were shriveled, and he kept panting, as if his breathing was very difficult.

"Dad, are you feeling better?"

As he spoke, he reached out and pressed his hands on his father's chest, and the rolling internal force continued to spit out.

Song Yannan seemed to be much lighter in his chest, sighed, and said: "Yingying, I will take you out of the Zhu Mansion, first, there is indeed a lack of helpers around you, and second, I also want you to cut off that bad fate." Dad is dead, and he doesn't want to see you go to Zhu Biao'er.

But dad is useless, so you have to look for ......."

Song Yingzhu's eyes were filled with tears, she didn't understand her father's thoughts, and even when she went out of the Zhu Mansion after the New Year, she had a certain amount of psychological preparation. But the reality made Song Yannan have to bow his head, and he has been forced for two months, and the effect of the cold internal force in his body is getting bigger and bigger, Song Yannan himself is also a master, and he understands that if his body is strong again, he will really lose his life. So Song Yingzhu said that he wanted to go down the mountain, and he also acquiesced......

"Dad, don't talk about this evil, there are so many things waiting for you to investigate......"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud eagle's cry came from outside the cave. Then I saw a figure at the entrance of the cave, and the breeze passed, and the old monk Huiguang had already floated in.

Song Yingzhu hurriedly got up to give a salute, Song Yannan also struggled to sit up, but the old monk Huiguang hurriedly stopped it with his hand, and said with a smile: "Old donor Liang, lie down better, you can't play it in vain now." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and handed over a crimson pill, and after Song Yannan took it and swallowed it, his fingers flew like a fly, and he quickly clicked through Song Yannan's eight veins, and the steaming heat steamed from Huiguang and Song Yannan.

It took a long time for Qiē to calm down. Song Yannan thanked Huiguang with a wry smile, "The Zen master saved Liang again." ”

The old monk Huiguang smiled and said: "In the future, you will have your own old man to deal with, you can't bother talking about it now, let's sleep for a while." As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Song Yannan's sleeping hole, and Song Yannan fell into a deep sleep.

Huiguang pondered for a while, and said: "Master Liang, the body of Old Liang has really reached the extreme, and if you delay it any longer, you will be rescued by the power of the Yang in the future, Yin and Yang are combined, the muscles and veins will also be damaged, and it will be difficult to recover your martial arts."

Song Yingzhu burst into tears and said to the old monk: "The younger generation will go down the mountain today to find someone to rescue, but my father will bother the master in the future."

"Within a month, the old man can ensure that the order is unharmed. Amitabha! The benefactor has been safe all the way. ”