In a restaurant in a small city at the foot of Mount Hua, there sat a handsome young man dressed in a green robe and an earthy yellow cotton linen cloth.

I saw that the young man had a net towel tied to his head, fair skin, a face like melon seeds, a slightly upright nose, thick eyebrows like a sword, and a pair of deep big eyes and thin pink lips.

He looked to be about seventeen years old, sipping a glass of wine in his hand, and listened to the storyteller tell the audience the story of the Mongol destruction of the Song Dynasty.

Although this young man looks so handsome and tall, he gives people the impression that he is weak, just like a weak scholar.

Although his skin is as white as snow and slightly bloody, he feels like a sick seedling, and his whole body is as thin as skin and bones, as if he may be blown away by the wind at any time.

On the table where he was drinking, there was also a sword, which might have been used only for him to be intimidating and self-defense, because his body and appearance did not look like a martial artist at all.

Or maybe it was a gift he had for a friend or relative, and he probably couldn't even wield the sword with his emaciated appearance.

It is said that Xiangyang and Fancheng were lost one after another, Kublai Khan's Mongolian iron cavalry waved the army south, like a bamboo, but the Song army was defeated and retreated, and when encountering the Yuan soldiers, it was like a mouse meeting a cat, and some took the initiative to abandon the city and surrender to the Yuan army before they fought, so that the Yuan army finally captured Lin'an, and the Empress Dowager Xie and Emperor Song Gong were forced to surrender to Mongolia. ”

When he said this, the storyteller, dressed in a brown robe with a cotton white coat underneath, holding a folding fan in his hand, with a goatee and long gray hair, lowered his head and sighed in a low voice, and his wrinkled face showed a look of helplessness and disappointment.

Then he waved the folding fan in his hand, and seemed to find a glimmer of hope from the despair just now, and then said: "But this Lu Xiufu is a minister who is loyal to the Song Dynasty and has national integrity, he swears to die and is unwilling to surrender, in order to keep the Great Song Dynasty, he supported Zhao Yu, the king of Yi, as the emperor in Fuzhou, and continued to resist the Yuan, but after all, he could not defeat the iron hooves of the Mongolian army, and after the defeat of the Battle of Yashan, he committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea with the little emperor who was only eight years old, and since then the splendid rivers and mountains of the Han people have fallen into the hands of the Mongolian barbarians. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the storyteller put the folding fan in his hand aside and sighed helplessly again.

Between the sighs, it immediately resonated with a few ordinary people around him who listened to him.

But when he saw a pauper wearing a broken hat woven with twine, a Han adult hairstyle, and a short brown cloth coat, he sighed: "Under the rule of these Mongolian Tatars, the lives of our Han people are like grass mustard. Since they annexed the Song Dynasty and ruled the Central Plains, they have wantonly killed, burned, killed and looted against our Han people, and we have done all kinds of evil, but we dare not be angry and dare not speak, I really don't know what year and month such a day equivalent to slavery is the end!"

After listening to the emotion of the man wearing a twine hat, a man wearing a scarf and a purple robe looked very elegant, and said: "In the past few years, there has been a drought in the sky, but those officers and soldiers of the imperial court have ignored the lives and deaths of the people, levied taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and levied extortion, which has made the heavens angry and resentful, and the people are angry. Fortunately, Liu Futong and Han Lin'er of the White Lotus Sect launched an uprising under the banner of saving the Han people, and repeatedly defeated the officers and soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty. ”

After hearing the elegant man's words, the man wearing the twine hat seemed very excited, and he became a little carried away, not caring whether there were hidden eyes and ears of the court around him.

"These hateful Mongol Tatars are running rampant in the land of our Han people, and they have been doing nonsense for so many years, and it is long overdue for them to roll up and get out. ”

After finishing speaking, he shook his head helplessly and sighed, and continued: "I really hope that one day, Han Lin'er's righteous army can overthrow the Yuan Dynasty, expel these hateful Mongolian Tatars from the Guanwai, and return the world to my Han family." ”

In the eyes of the Mongol rulers, his reactionary remarks immediately led to death.

An armored Yuan Dynasty officer led his ten strong, burly Mongol warriors who were heavily armed and immediately surrounded the storyteller and the group who were discussing the Mongol atrocities.

Then he pulled out his scimitar and put it on their necks, causing all the guests and shopkeepers who were eating and drinking around them to disperse.

The Mongolian officer and soldier at the head glared viciously at Mr. Storyteller and the group around him: "What crime should you be guilty of openly slandering the imperial court and spreading reactionary remarks here?"

However, the poor man with a twine and broken hat, who had been oppressed by the Mongols on weekdays, was not afraid, and he glared angrily at the fierce Mongolian officer in front of him and said angrily: "Isn't it enough for you Mongols to oppress us Han people on weekdays?

The Mongolian officer looked at the poor man in front of him with a look of contempt, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, and said: "Are you Southern Barbarians impatient, are you from the White Lotus Sect, if so, you should quickly confess to your comrades, otherwise you will be punished on the spot for the crime of treason." ”

Due to the momentum of the Red Turban Army led by the White Lotus Sect in recent days, there are underground organizations all over the country.

In order to uproot these underground organizations hidden all over the country, the imperial court severed their connection with the main altar of the White Lotus Sect, and broke the White Lotus Sect's attempt to disintegrate the imperial court.

He dispatched a large number of eyes and ears in each city to capture and massacre targets and targets suspected of being connected to the White Lotus Sect's underground organization.

They will never let go of a group of people like Mr. Storyteller who incite rebellion in the eyes of Mongolian officers and soldiers.

I heard the man wearing the twine hat ask with a puzzled expression, "What White Lotus Sect, I don't understand what you're talking about?"

The Mongolian officer smiled grimly at this time, and said viciously: "It seems that you don't want to say it, right? ”

However, just as the fierce Mongol soldiers raised their scimitars and were about to cut at the heads of Mr. Storyteller and the poor Han Chinese around him, they were knocked off by eleven flying stones.

"Who is it?"

At this time, to the right of the Mongolian officer, there was a crisp and pleasant voice of a young man.

"It's me. ”

When the Mongolian officer turned his head in the direction from which the voice came, he saw that the young man who had been listening to a book and seemed to be weak and sick was tasting a glass of wine in his hand.

The voice continued confidently: "Originally, I was sitting here enjoying the wine and listening to the storyteller's storytelling, but Yaxing was ruined by your group of Mongolian dogs. ”

When the Mongolian officers and soldiers heard the insulting title of "Mongolian dog", they were immediately indignant, and immediately picked up the scimitar that had just been knocked to the ground by the young man and surrounded him in the middle.

I saw that their faces were full of fierce looks, and they were glaring at the young man viciously, like a group of evil spirits who had just come from hell and wanted to dismantle the prey in front of them.

"Wow, so many of you want to drink with me! I can't afford it, and I'm not interested in drinking with you Mongolian dogs. ”

After hearing this, the man in the broken hat who had just discussed the history of the Mongols' cruel enslavement of the Han people couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for the fate of this young man.

Because he knew in his heart the cruel methods of these Mongols against the Han people on weekdays, if Diao Min, who dared to openly insult the Mongolian officials like that young man, was caught, he would be tortured to death and then punished by the Nine Tribes.

"This young man dares to openly insult the Mongolian officials, I don't think he wants to live! You must know that these Mongolians have always killed people without blinking an eye, eating people without spitting out bones, and if they were caught, they would be dead!"

The storyteller also said on the side: "It's over, it's over, this young man looks so thin and sick, he is certainly not the opponent of the fat and strong Mongolian soldiers, I guess he was beaten all over the ground by those Mongolian soldiers in a short time, and then sent to the dungeon to be tortured to death." ”

Seeing that the storyteller was so dismissive of the mysterious young man, the people around him were also whispering on the side.

"Hey, poor boy, I really don't know how thick the sky is, how can those Mongols who kill people without blinking an eye offend! And he dares to call the Mongols dogs, isn't this looking for death?"

"What a pity! You see that young man is as thin as a monkey, and he looks like he is powerless, and then look at those God-killing Mongols, who are strong and tall and tall, how can they beat them!"

"That's right! I think he will definitely not survive today, and if he scolds anyone who is not good, he will scold the Mongols, and now he will put his own life into it, and these murderous Mongols will probably be able to break the young man's neck with only one hand, and he will die now." ”

"That's right, looking at the young man's weak appearance, if the tall Mongols want to kill the boy, won't it be as easy as pinching an ant to death?

"Forget it, let's not get into trouble, if we anger those Mongols, we will even take our lives, these Mongols usually kill us Han people like mowing grass, and their hearts are as cold as iron, how can they spare this young man's life! It seems that he is going to die this time." ”

Even the elegant man in the purple scarf and purple robe, who had also discussed the brutal history of Mongol rule over the Han Chinese, was worried about the fate of the mysterious boy.

Although he just shot quickly and knocked down the knife in the hands of those Mongols, but after all, he is only one person, if that group of Mongols besieges him, he will definitely suffer, whether he lives or dies depends on his creation, pray that he can live. ”

It seems that this inevitable battle has completely become a key battle to determine the fate of the mysterious boy in the eyes of that group of people, whether the mysterious boy who seems to have a unique skill can deal with these murderous Mongols in front of him?