Two quarters of an hour later, a tower on the north bank of the Yellow River.

The tower is more than ten feet high, and you can observe the river surface in a radius of more than ten miles from the tower. Meng Ge stood on the tower with a heavy face, took the telescope handed by his attendant, and looked towards the south bank of the Yellow River.

I saw that on a huge bluestone on the south bank of the Yellow River, a figure in an ordinary Taoist robe sat cross-legged, with a red low case in front of him. On the low table, there is a rather delicate guqin, and a pot of fragrant tea.

Beside him, there was also a girl with a delicate face, the girl was wearing a goose-yellow gorgeous dress, although she still looked relatively immature, but faintly with a little graceful and luxurious, noble and extraordinary temperament.

It's him!

Meng Ge looked at the figure sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, his falcon-like eyes constricted into a slit, which revealed a deep tension and unease.

This demon is here!

Hmph, don't say that his injuries haven't healed, even if he recovers. The strength of just one person can still match the million-strong army of this king?

Meng Ge glanced at the Xuguzi beside him, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although this barbarian monk is annoying, in order to deal with that demon, his help is indispensable.

Meng Ge pondered for two breaths and said in a deep voice, "What does the master think?" ”

Xuguzi's eyes are as black as ink, like a terrifying black hole devouring everything, and like the legendary Nine Hells, which makes people look cold.

He looked at the other side, was silent for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's start our plan, since the other party took the initiative to send it to the door, let him stay here forever!" ”

Meng Ge frowned slightly, and his heart was a little more unhappy. This damn barbarian monk dared to talk to himself like this, it was really bold.

Hmph, after killing this guy who doesn't know whether to live or die, this king will definitely make your life worse than death.

Meng Ge was unhappy in his heart, but for the sake of the overall situation in front of him, he didn't show it after all. He waved his hand solemnly, signaling to start the plan that had been prepared for a long time.

"Woo!"

After receiving Meng Ge's order, the dull sound of bull's horn resounded on the north bank of the Yellow River.

With the sound of bull horns resounding through the heavens and the earth, hundreds of warships loaded with Mongolian warriors in ordinary leather armor launched a charge towards the south bank of the Yellow River. Just by looking closely, you can find that none of the Mongol warriors on the hundreds of ships are real Mongols.

Most of them were blonde and blue-eyed high-ranking war slaves, and there were also sturdy blacks from Africa and Han Chinese from the north.

At the same time, there were more than a dozen battleships that were fifty or sixty meters long, slowly following behind the battleships charging in front, and slowly aimed their huge bronze cannons at the two figures on the south bank!

Hundreds of warships tore through the waves of the Yellow River and launched a frantic charge towards the south.

At the same time, in the Mongol military camp, Kublai Khan quietly looked at the hazy opposite shore, his eyes flashing with colorful glint from time to time.

Beside him, stood a middle-aged monk in a Tibetan robe. The monk's face was solemn, and his eyes were as warm as jade, as if he could see through people's hearts.

He stared at the other side, his brows furrowed tightly, and he said in a low voice: "Little Lord, things don't seem right, the poor monk feels a great danger. ”

Kublai Khan's eyes flickered, and his expression was calm with a little fear and a little unwillingness.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "This is a game, and it has been a game from the beginning. That demon has already calculated everything, and Meng Ge is finished! ”

When Phags-pa heard this, he looked at Kublai Khan with a shocked face, and his heart was filled with a sense of absurdity.

There are millions of troops here, and there are tens of thousands of martial arts masters. No matter how powerful that Quanzhen Sect guy is, can he still match a million heroes and fight against tens of thousands of masters?

South.

Mo Chenpan sat on the bluestone, leisurely sipping the fragrant tea, and glanced at the hundreds of warships that were speeding towards him with a flat expression. Then he looked sideways at Princess Ruiguo, but saw that the other party's face was pale, his delicate little face was stiff, and a pair of jade hands were tightly gripping his dress.

"Are you scared?" Mo Chen took a sip of tea and said flatly.

Princess Ruiguo's crystal eyes looked at the hundreds of warships galloping towards her, and her delicate body couldn't help but tremble slightly. She took a deep breath, not daring to look at the speeding battleship, and looked at Mo Chen with a flat expression, with a bit of admiration and admiration in her eyes.

The real person really deserved to be the descendant of the immortals, and in the face of such a terrifying formation of the Mongols, he didn't seem afraid at all.

When Princess Ruiguo heard Mo Chen's question, she only felt a warm current rising from her heart, dispelling the fear in her heart. Her cherry lips opened slightly, she exhaled softly, and said firmly with a little trembling in her voice: "There is a real person, Ruiguo is not afraid." ”

Hearing this, Mo Chen chuckled.

He stared at the hundreds of warships tearing the Yellow River with flat eyes, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "You are still young, even if you are afraid, it is not a shameful thing. It's just that you have to remember that the princess of Ruiguo can be afraid, but the empress can't! ”

When Princess Ruiguo heard this, her delicate face showed a little dazed, and she didn't understand what Mo Chen meant for a while.

Mo Chen glanced at her and did not continue on this topic.

The reason why he came with Princess Ruiguo was to gild the other party. It is not easy to be the emperor as a woman, even with your own support. But if the other party has commendable merits, then things are relatively much simpler.

Mo Chen said flatly: "Do you understand the rhythm, how about playing a song for me?" ”

Princess Ruiguo came back to her senses, lowered her little head and didn't dare to look at Mo Chen, skimmed the guqin in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Ruiguo knows a little bit about music, if the real person doesn't dislike it, Ruiguo can play the flute accompaniment." ”

Mo Chen glanced at the hundreds of warships that were about to reach the center of the Yellow River, and bowed his head slightly.

He placed his big hand on the guqin, and the ten fingers of both hands were like dexterous elves, beating on the slender strings, making the guqin make a crisp and melodious sound.

Seeing Mo Chen's movements, Ruiguo took out a jade Xiao and placed it on the pink cherry lips, playing a tactful and beautiful music.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and under the urging of Mo Chen, it even suppresses the terrible sound of the roar of the Yellow River, which echoes melodiously in the heaven and earth within a radius of more than ten miles.

The battleship not far away did not pause at all because of Mo Chen's movements.

Hundreds of warships full of soldiers galloped towards the place where Mo Chen was. More than a dozen huge gunboats stopped at the center of the river and began to adjust the direction of the cannons.

"Haha, where did this fool come from, he actually played with the mood here?"

"Interesting, we didn't wait for the army of the Great Song Dynasty, but saw two young lovers with a flirtatious atmosphere. Brothers, hurry up, let's have fun with them. Ha ha. ”

"That little lady is so handsome, what a little beauty I feel sorry for."

On the warship, the Mongolian soldiers heard the melodious music in the air, looked at the two figures looming on the opposite bank, and laughed wildly.

They were only the lowest-ranking war slaves of the Mongols, often charging in the most dangerous places. In this southern expedition of the Mongolian army, many people were ready to die on the eve of the war. It's just that what they didn't expect was that the crossing of the river would be so smooth, and the Great Song Dynasty seemed to be blind, so he didn't send a single soldier to obstruct it.

Just when many people breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, faintly with a little pride, they wantonly laughed at Mo Chen and the two on the other side.

Accompanied by the melodious music, the ancient Yellow River seems to be stimulated, brewing an unprecedented terrifying power!