In the snowfield outside Chang'an City, there was a constant rain of arrows coming from the direction of the Huangchao army. The two sides of the original fierce fight scattered their formations in order to avoid arrows, and the stalemate was eased a lot.

The monk finally found the opportunity, and led the blood-stained eighteen Arhats of the Prajna Temple to break out of the encirclement of the Jianghu people, and rushed to the city gate with the sound of gold.

On the entire battlefield, only Li Jing and Feng Poshang were fighting. Feng Po's long knife swirled like a wheel, and the power of the knife was huge. Li Jing relied on her flexible body technique, which made Feng Po's every strong attack fail. She took advantage of Feng Po's recruitment to attack, flashing her double knives in a row, and the attack direction was very tricky, which also gave Feng Po a headache.

Not far from the two of them who were fighting, Su Moshan was still bitten by the strange skull, and he lay straight on his back in the snow. He used his palm force to bombard the strange skull, palm after palm, but the strange skull never let go.

Many Emei sect disciples gathered around Su Moshan and reached out to pick up the monster's skull.

The strange skull became more and more ruthless, and the two rows of teeth were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood on Su Moshan's neck.

Seeing this, the disciples didn't dare to push too hard, for fear that if they used too much force, they would tear off a large piece of Elder Su's flesh and skin.

The gilded vat was thrown aside by the disciples of the Emei faction, standing alone in the snow, as if nothing had ever been unusual.

Xiao Canglan ran over at some point, walked in front of Su Moshan, frowned, pondered for a while, then looked at the gilded vat, and said to Su Moshan who was struggling in the snow: "Brother Su, carry the vat away, you may be saved!"

Most of the disciples of the Emei faction are Shu people, and they are very familiar with Xiao Canglan, a hero. Although Xiao Canglan is a member of the Midou Society, he is the one with the best reputation in the Mi Dou Society, and even these Emei disciples have a good impression of him, and said with a sad face: "Xiao Daxia, what kind of vat are you moving, you quickly help us remove the skull on Elder Su's neck, otherwise Elder Su will be hopeless!"

Xiao Canglan stared at the strange head that bit Su Moshan's neck and refused to let go, and sighed, "It's to protect the lord and prevent Elder Su from summoning the five elders of Emei again to hurt its master, so he made a ruthless move." Otherwise, how could it withstand Elder Su's many palms. Speaking of this, he pointed to the top of the monster's head, "Don't believe it, you see, it's almost broken, but it won't let go!"

The disciples took a closer look, and the top of the monster's head was really densely covered with countless fine cracks, and immediately believed Elder Xiao's words, and asked Su Moshan, who was lying in the snow and out of breath, "Elder, do we want to move the vat away from the battlefield?"

"What nonsense, help me smash this evil thing!" Su Moshan waited for today's opportunity to avenge his son, how could he give up easily, he waved his palm and slapped the strange head on his neck. The palm power crackled, and there were a few more cracks on the top of the monster's head.

The strange skull didn't make a sound, but bit even tighter. All the Emei disciples drew their swords one after another, aimed at the strange skull and prepared to attack. But the strange skull kept moving in the snow with Su Moshan's struggle, where did they dare to shoot casually, if a sword was slightly off, it might kill Elder Su, and they couldn't afford this kind of guilt.

Su Moshan begged Xiao Canglan, who was standing aside, in pain: "Brother Xiao, quickly take out your sword and smash this monster, brother, I'm about to die!"

"Brother Su, do you know who this skeleton was when he was alive?" Xiao Canglan was a little indifferent.

"Who is it?" asked Su Moshan, with blood flowing from his neck, holding up his spirit.

"He is Li Yuheng, your junior brother, after being driven down the mountain by you and the Jinding Daoist, he has endured some hardships and practiced the Seven Sorrows Fist Method, and the people in the rivers and lakes call the Seven Wounds Old Man. Xiao Canglan said quietly.

"It's jade...... Yu Heng ......" Su Moshan's voice trembled a little, and his face instantly turned pale, "Wronged, he came to me for revenge!"

"You were sorry for Li Yuheng back then, framed him, and framed him, but he never said that you didn't say a word, even after you succeeded, you never sought revenge from you living in seclusion in the countryside. Now that he is no longer the same person he was when he was alive, what grudge do you have to say? So, please let him go, and he will let you go!" Xiao Canglan persuaded.

After Su Moshan listened to Xiao Canglan's words, he suddenly lost his confidence. Every martial arts sect has had some hidden past that is not known to outsiders. He thinks that he has been upright in his life and has never framed anyone, but in this junior brother named Li Yuheng, he has done things that should not be done.

If the Jinding Daoist back then was jealous of Li Yuheng's martial arts talent, for fear that he would take away his position as the head of the house, so he wanted to drive him down the mountain, then Su Moshan fell in love with Li Yuheng's childhood sweetheart, and he was unrequited to the extent that he didn't want to think about tea.

It is often said that love makes people blind. For the sake of his beloved woman, Su Moshan joined forces with Jinding Daoist to do the first shameful thing in his life and drove his junior brother down the mountain.

Whenever he thought about it late at night, he was so ashamed that he couldn't raise his head. In order to avoid the condemnation of conscience, and in order not to let the Jinding Taoist be suspicious, he took the stolen beauty to the countryside.

Although he got a beautiful woman, after giving birth to a son, he ordered Bo Xi to go, and later, even his son Su Ming died in the Khitan grassland.

Su Moshan worked hard for half his life, but in the end it was all in vain.

Some things may be fate, things that don't belong to you, even if you take them by force, God will take them back in another way.

The loss of a wife and children, such a heavy blow, no one can bear it.

If Su Moshan, who was approaching the twilight of his life, hadn't been trying to avenge his son all day long, he would have sunk in the wine shop and couldn't extricate himself.

The sudden appearance of Li Yuheng's head after his death made him even more pessimistic about his fate, and muttered: "Move the vat, I don't want to see him!"

He, naturally, refers to Li Yuheng.

When the Emei disciples heard Elder Su speak, they left only a few people to guard, and the rest hurriedly lifted the gilded vat and rushed in the direction of the Huangchao camp.

After about half a cup of tea, the Emei disciples carrying the gilded vat had already crossed the moat and walked into the Huangchao military camp.

At this time, taking advantage of the fact that Xiao Canglan and the others were not paying attention, the strange head suddenly let go of Su Moshan's neck and rushed towards Chang'an City, looking for his master.

The few Emei disciples who stayed behind wanted to go forward to chase after them, but where could they catch up. The monster skull rolled a few times on the snow and ran away without a trace.

Su Moshan was left with two rows of blood holes on his neck, bubbling with blood gushing out, and he lay on his back in the snow exhausted, almost unable to move, looking extremely embarrassed.

Xiao Canglan hurriedly stepped forward to stop the bleeding for Su Moshan's acupoint, looked at his wound, and said with palpitations: "If that skeleton bites a little deeper, I'm afraid that your trachea and bones will be broken!"

Su Moshan smiled miserably, "I'm sorry for Li Yuheng, this can be regarded as retribution." ”

Xiao Canglan tore off a strip of cloth from her clothes and wrapped it around her neck for Su Moshan, "Your brother should live in seclusion in the countryside and never come out, why bother with the troubled times." ”

Su Moshan craned his neck and looked at Xiao Canglan, "Aren't you too?"

Xiao Canglan shook her head, "I can't help myself, if you come over like me step by step, you won't be able to turn back." You're not deep enough to turn back!"

Su Moshan was silent, touched his neck wrapped in strips of cloth, and said in a low voice: "This is really fucking painful......"