The waves of the Han River were surging, and a small boat was shaking.

I saw that on the boat, there was a purple-clothed guest, holding a jar of wine in his left hand, and his right hand on the pillow under his neck, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, and he was leisurely.

"Master, you see, there is a man sleeping on that boat. The river is flowing so fast that I can't stand, how can he lie down on it steadily? ”

After Zhang Cuishan committed suicide that day, the six major sects also retreated, but Zhang Wuji was arrested by the two elders of Xuan Ming, and he was even more in the palm of Xuan Ming.

The palm power of the Xuan Ming palm is extremely cold, even Zhang Sanfeng can't help Zhang Wuji get rid of it.

If you want to completely get rid of the palm poison of this Xuanming Palm, you have to have the Jiuyang True Scripture.

Since the death of Jueyuan, one copy of the Jiuyang Sutra is three, Shaolin, Wudang, Emei each part, Zhang Sanfen originally wanted to go to Shaolin and Emei to exchange cheats, in order to get the full Jiuyang Sutra, but on the rivers and lakes, except for Zhang Sanfeng, each family regards the cheats as extremely important, how can it be exchanged with him.

Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji down Shaomu Mountain and came to the bank of the Han River, but the turbulence at the end of the water was so turbulent that ordinary people couldn't stand even on the boat, so Zhang Wuji saw that there were people lying down and sleeping on the boat in front of him, as if he had discovered something new.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at it, only to feel that this young man was so profound, looking at his breathing, it was no different from several of his apprentices.

I thought to myself: "This is a disciple of which sect, he has already reached the first-class realm at a young age. If he is given a few more years, I am afraid that it will not be much worse than the head of the big sect. ”

"Mowgli, that young man has a brilliant internal force, the river seems to be turbulent, but the small boat under him does not bump in the slightest."

He Wudang can be regarded as a major sect, although his seven disciple qualifications are also extraordinary, but there are only a few who have entered the first-class realm, and the sixth and seventh are still stuck in the second-rate realm.

Just as he was thinking, a loud voice suddenly came from afar: "Hurry up and stop the boat, hand over this child obediently, and the Buddha will spare your life, otherwise don't blame you for being ruthless!" ”

Following the sound, two river boats came at a gallop, a bearded man sat on the stern of a small boat in front, rowing with both hands on oars, a man and a woman and two children sitting in the cabin, and behind was a big boat, on which stood several Mongolian officers and soldiers and monks.

Suddenly I heard a miserable cry of "ah", and the boy in the boat was hit by an arrow in his vest.

The bearded man was startled, and when he leaned down to look, he was hit by arrows one after another in his shoulder and back, and the wooden oars in his hands were uncertain, and he fell into the middle of the river, and the boat he was sitting on did not move.

The big boat caught up in an instant, and seven or eight Mongolian military attachés and monks jumped onto the small boat.

The bearded man was unyielding, punching and kicking, struggling to resist.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you."

Jingzhou is waiting on the Han River these days is this day, and now he is often outnumbered in spring, and he is about to die, he is not lying down, his hands clapped, and he flew up from the boat with the anti-shock force, and fell on the boat of Chang Yuchun's gang in a blink of an eye.

This is a general, and there are few defeats in marching battles, and Jing Zhou is reluctant to let him die.

Zhu Yuanzhang can win the world, and Chang Yuchun has no less contribution!

Several Mongolian soldiers whizzed arrows and shot at Jingzhou.

They didn't expect anyone to dare to meddle in their affairs, they really didn't know how to write dead words.

"Die!"

Jing Zhou drew his long sword from his waist sword, the scabbard swung away the arrows, and with a flash of sword light, a bloody color appeared between the necks of the three Mongolian soldiers on the ship, and their bodies twitched and fell to the ground.

When a group of Mongolian soldiers saw that he had eliminated three people with one sword, they didn't think they were easy to mess with, so they no longer dared to act rashly. The first one scolded: "Wu boy, what are you going to do! Which sect of disciples? ”

They are in this line, but the arrested thieves, if they encounter someone who dares to stop them, they will kill them directly, but the people in the rivers and lakes, the forces behind them are complicated, plus Jing Zhou killed the three of them with a sword, and his martial arts are extraordinary, so the military attache wants to touch the bottom of Jing Zhou.

"Dogs and Tartars do evil, kill good people, and make the people of the world miserable, my generation should kill them!"

Before he finished speaking, Jing Zhou backhanded two more swords and killed several Mongolian soldiers.

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, several monks angrily reprimanded: "The kid is looking for death!" ”

A few people left Chang Yuchun and killed around Jingzhou.

Although this kid killed a few Mongolian soldiers and had some means, he was definitely not the opponent of a few of them, even if this kid had been practicing since his mother's womb, how much skill could he have?

It's just a hassle to deal with.

They weren't the timid military attachés.

"It's good to come!"

Seeing a few monks calling towards him, Jing Zhou was a little excited.

During this time, although he killed a few inconspicuous little thieves, he could not reflect the brilliance of Jiuyang's divine skills.

He held the sword in his right hand, forced back a person, stretched out his fingers with his left hand and clicked twice, only to hear the sound of breaking the air, the two monks' faces suddenly changed greatly, they only felt that there was an invisible sword stabbing towards their eyebrows, and the palm that was hit towards Jing Zhou was also retracted, wanting to protect it in front of him, but after all, it was a step too slow, "poof", a flower had bloomed in the center of a person's eyebrows, and blood spurted out along the small hole in his forehead, and then the other also followed with his eyes wide open, with fear, and his body went down.

"This young man is so high in martial arts, he killed two monks in a blink of an eye, but I don't know what sect this young man is, if it is from my Ming Sect, it would be good." Thinking that his Mingjiao was now divided and the high-level battles were endless, Chang Yuchun's heart became even more bitter.

If it weren't for this, I'm afraid my lord wouldn't have been defeated so quickly.

As soon as Jing Zhou made a move, two monks died in an instant, which frightened everyone on the boat, and the military attache at the head swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said cautiously: "Young man, can you let us go back?" As long as the young man lets us go, the court will have a heavy reward! ”

When Chang Yuchun heard this, he was anxious, for fear that this young master would compromise and be recruited by the imperial court.

If the sword-wielding man in front of him also becomes an enemy, there is no possibility of his own life.

I can die, but what should this little master do? Thinking of the lord's previous entrustment, he hurriedly shouted: "Childe, you must not listen to the words of the Tartars, the court is mediocre, the people are not happy, we Han people are just pigs and dogs in the eyes of the Yuan people!" ”

The general angrily reprimanded: "Chang Yuchun, you are still hard-mouthed when you are dying!" This young man, you can rest assured, the court has always been reused for capable people. ”

Jing Zhou laughed and said: "My Han family is a good man, how can I be a Tartar lackey!" In this world, if I want something, I will take it, and I will use it as a reward! ”

"Don't say it's the imperial court, what is the Yuanren Emperor!"

Zhang Sanfeng, who was on the side, heard Jing Zhou's words, and felt that his blood was surging, thinking that he had lived for so long, and it was the first time he had seen such a young man. couldn't help shouting: "The young man said it well!" ”

Zhang Wuji was even more excited with his little hands clenched, his face flushed, and he only felt that the person in front of him was really a big hero.

Although he has a good heart, he has known since he was a child that the Tartars are rampant and domineering, and they do all kinds of evil by burning, killing and looting, so in his opinion, those who kill Tartars like Jingzhou are heroes and heroes.

It's just a pity that I don't have much life, otherwise after I have achieved some success in the future, I can also protect the country as my home, protect the safety of the people, and not be bullied by the Tartars.

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, the military attaché's mouth opened wide and he stammered, "You... You... You", "You can't kill me!" I, I am ... ”