Chapter 432 Layout (1) South to Emei (I)

After this battle, the vitality of the Quanzhen Sect was greatly damaged, not only was the Chongyang Palace completely occupied by the Mongol army, but the elite disciples in the sect were almost lost. Except for the group of people and horses that Wan Yanping took away, only the remaining Youfang disciples scattered in the rivers and lakes escaped. In addition to the large gangs such as the beggar gang, many small and medium-sized gangs, such as Shenquanmen, etc., all suffered in this battle, and all the gangs were slaughtered, and no one survived, and since then they have completely disappeared from the rivers and lakes, and no sound has been heard again.

And Ah Shu, who single-handedly contributed to all this, straddled the horse at this time, calmly stepped over the corpse mountain and sea of blood in front of him, and slowly rode along the mountain road to the front of Chongyang Palace. At this time, this solemn-looking hall is like an old man in his last years, completely losing the intimidating majesty of the past; in the empty hall, only the mountain wind is whistling, the sound is like a human ear, like a sigh; the whole hall also exudes an almost hopeless old atmosphere, as if it already knows its future fate.

The Mongol soldiers, who had long followed the tradition, poured into the apse and other places to search, and brought out all the valuable things and took them for themselves, while Ah Shu, who had come to the front of the temple, watched around with great interest and did not do anything to hinder them. He enjoys all the rights of a victor. At this moment, a partial general suddenly came to the front and said to Ah Shu: "General Yu, a team of people and horses from the Quanzhen Sect quietly slipped away from the back mountain, let's chase after it!"

When Ah Shu heard this news, a smile suddenly stretched on his face. After a pause, he seemed to say to himself, "No need to chase, just let them go." But...... Such a tightly linked arrangement is really convincing. ”

When the general heard this, he couldn't help but wonder why the boss wanted to let the enemy live, and why he said that this was a delicate arrangement. But now, since the person in charge has given the order, he doesn't have to worry about it, as long as he obediently executes it. Thinking of this, he simply didn't think about it anymore, and immediately disappeared into the crowd behind him, and disappeared into the busy moving team that came and went.

After the end of the South Mountain.

Wan Yanping led the remaining team of hundreds of people of the Quanzhen Sect through the lush woods. The sound of laughter from afar from the direction of Chongyang Palace, with the mountain wind continued to pour into everyone's ears, and a few times, there were even disciples who couldn't bear it, and they simply wanted to turn around and kill the mountain, only because of the wisdom of the people, and finally they were all stopped by their companions beside them, but the wanton laughter of the Mongolian army on the mountain echoed in the mountains, making people unavoidable, but helpless, so everyone could only endure silently with gloomy faces, and at the same time speed up their pace, in order to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible. After all, in this area of Zhongnan Mountain, how could their Quanzhen disciples have such a time when they still needed to hide and be cautious? But now that the situation is compelling, everyone has become a lost dog, not only to beware of the Mongol pursuers who may be killed at any time, but also the road ahead is long, and I don't know how many unknown dangers are waiting for them. How could such a miserable situation be easily accepted by the Quanzhen disciples who were respected in the rivers and lakes in the past?

Wan Yanping saw this scene in her eyes, but the feelings in her heart were very complicated. Let's not talk about Xiao Yao's sake, let's just say that when the Quanzhen Sect was at its peak, when the Quanzhen disciples were walking in the martial arts, which one was not high-spirited and complacent? Although it is not considered to be self-explanatory, I feel that compared with other rivers and lakes, my identity is much more valuable, but at least no matter which gang I face, I only need to report my true name, then whether it is in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Huguang, or in black and white, the other party will definitely sell a third of face, whether it is speaking or doing things, it is also polite. At that time, the Quanzhen Religion was a respected Quanzhen Religion, a harmonious and glorious Quanzhen Religion.

But now? Looking at the fellow disciples behind her who were gloomy, sad, gray-faced, walking like walking corpses, and completely losing their spirits, Wan Yanping felt deeply distressed, but also faintly gave birth to a feeling of hatred for iron and steel, and even hoped that the suffering in front of her could last for a little longer. This is not to say that she has no feelings for the Quanzhen Sect, but because her love is strong, she naturally gives birth to a sense of ownership. In fact, walking on the road, she has been secretly thinking in her heart, if there is no such change, although the Quanzhen Sect can still stand in the rivers and lakes as before, and continue to maintain the name of "Xuanmen Orthodoxy" and "No. 1 in the world's martial arts", but behind this glamorous and glamorous, how long can the Chongyang Ancestors, who single-handedly created all this, protect the Quanzhen Sect?

The answer is shocking.

Therefore, every time she thought of this, Wan Yanping didn't dare to think about it anymore, and she looked at the few hundred people behind her, and there was a faint look of happiness. Because she knew in her heart that if the Quanzhen Sect sat on the empty mountain and really reached the day when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, then the only way waiting for the Quanzhen Sect was to completely perish. In this river and lake where falling stones have almost become a kind of survival truth, it would be really strange if the martial arts heroes could still allow the Quanzhen Sect, which had once ridden on their heads, to retain a glimmer of hope for recovery. Therefore, although these hundreds of people are now lifeless, and they are almost on the verge of decadence and degeneration, as long as they live, as long as they can still remember their former glory and always maintain a trace of longing, that is the hope that the Quanzhen Sect will one day repeat its glory.

Thinking of this, Wan Yanping finally felt a little relieved, and the anger and disappointment in her heart for the fragility and vulnerability of these people after being hit gradually began to fade. Beyond the road ahead, there must be vitality, this is not only her trust in life and the world, but also her trust in the person named Xiao Yao.

And thinking of Xiao Yao, all the negative emotions in Wan Yanping's heart suddenly disappeared, as if he was like a gust of wind, there was always such a power, that is, no matter where he was, he could always instantly blow away all the haze in his heart. Walking in the lush jungle, the companions around her were all dejected, even if the sun occasionally shone on their faces, but it only reflected a gray look, but Wan Yanping kept her head held high, and the more she walked, the brighter the smile on her face became. In the dense forest that covers the sky and the sun, she is like a light, shining on all living beings around her.

Wan Yanping, who had adjusted her mood, straightened out her thoughts, and she remembered what Xiao Yao had said before, and a path had been designed for her. Thinking of this, Wan Yanping immediately decided to take this group of senior brothers to find Xiao Yao first, and then talk about other things.

With a goal, Wan Yanping immediately stopped delaying and began to hurry. At this time, although she didn't know where Xiao Yao was, she believed that as soon as she appeared, Xiao Yao would definitely take the initiative to contact her, so she was not worried at all, just walked along the main road and walked step by step in the direction of Xiangyang.

It's just that she just left Zhongnan Mountain for more than ten miles, and at a fork in the road, she saw a person standing at the intersection from a distance, just in front of the team. Seeing this, Wan Yanping's heart suddenly tightened, and she secretly said that there was an ambush around, but after all, there was only one person on the other side, and no matter how she looked at it, she didn't look like a Mongolian, so she immediately stepped forward, but she was not afraid at all.

When she got closer, she saw clearly that although the man opposite was as beautiful as a knife and looked quite evil, his face was extremely handsome, and his upright body was like a deep mountain, not moving like a pine, which made people admire, but a bright bald head on the top made people feel a little nondescript, but it was not abrupt at all, and it was very harmonious with his handsome appearance.

Looking at the man in front of him who was full of eccentricity, Wan Yanping became more and more familiar the more she looked at it. Suddenly, a person popped into her mind, and as the memories spread, the figure became clear in her mind, and gradually overlapped with the man in front of her. Finally, she called out in surprise: "Yang Guo, why are you here?"