The young Yue Fei was fighting fiercely, and suddenly heard Zhao Bufan's shout, thinking that General Zhao Bufan, who had admired him for a long time, actually valued him so much, and his blood instantly surged, adding a little more energy. "General Zhao doesn't have to worry about me, let's break through for the time being!"

There were a large number of officers and soldiers, and even more reinforcements were coming quickly, Zhu Bocai stabilized Zhao Bufan's internal injuries, and soon broke through to the east with Huang Sheng one by one, and Zhao Bufan and Zhu Lian broke through to the east.

"Arrows, arrows!" He Zhizhou jumped to his feet in a hurry, he knew the consequences of letting these people escape.

The Great Song Dynasty's crossbow was extremely powerful, no one dared to despise it, Zhu Bocai and Huang Sheng easily threw Zhao Bufan and Zhu Lian to Zhang Jiaotou and Hu Sanniang respectively, and let them ride the war horse first, and they reflexively fell last, Lu Junyi and Xu Guanzhong also slowed down their horses slightly and escorted everyone forward.

"Huh!" Dense crossbow arrows struck, several masters surged with internal force, quickly shot down the arrows, and everyone in front of them also showed their abilities, or dodged, or waved weapons to resist, and did their best to save their lives. The lethality of this Song army's crossbow is too great, they have no armor for protection, and their number is small, and they are suddenly subjected to this kind of competitive and intensive shooting, which is really dangerous.

After two rounds of shooting, Lu Junyi and Xu Guanzhong's horses had been shot to death, and the two could only flee on foot with the same light skills as Zhu Bocai and Huang Shang, Shang Kunyang's left arm was also pierced by an arrow and a small piece of flesh was pierced, Hu Sanniang, Yue Fei and Yan Qing were hung by arrows and suffered some minor injuries, and two other Juxianzhuang brothers were pierced by crossbow arrows and looked dead.

Fortunately, they were extremely fast, and the crossbowmen of the officers and soldiers had not had time to shoot the third round, they had already escaped the range, otherwise it was really impossible to say how many people would have died.

Everyone is also very aggrieved at the moment, they all have strong martial arts, how do you want to be chased by the officers and soldiers with ordinary martial arts today, it is really a big shame, but no matter how high the personal force is, it is impossible to confront thousands of troops and horses head-on, should flee or have to escape, even if Huang Shang, who is faintly the world's first master, is no exception, if he can fight thousands of troops and horses alone, I am afraid that he would have single-handedly helped the Great Song Dynasty recover the sixteen states of Youyun.

The group escaped for several miles, but the officers and soldiers still pursued relentlessly, and more than 100 iron horsemen followed closely behind, making it a little difficult for everyone to get out.

Huang Sheng saw that the situation was not right, and shouted loudly: "You go first, after I and Bocai and Lu Yuanwai cooperate to break off, when you get out first, it will be easier for us to try to break through!"

This is also the truth, among the people present, only the three of them have the best martial arts, if there is no drag of dozens of horses, do not have to care about others, then they can completely escape towards the dense forest in the distance, as long as they are not besieged, it is impossible for the officers and soldiers to catch up with them.

The people in front didn't say much, and immediately waved their horsewhips and ran faster.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the slope far to the east.

One, two, ten, hundred......

More and more people appear on the top of the slope, there are monks wearing robes, there are heroes in coarse linen clothes, there are officers in brocade clothes and jade ornaments, some are riding war horses, some are performing light skills and leaps, all kinds of things, mighty, I don't know how many people and horses.

When everyone witnessed this scene, they all breathed a long sigh of relief and obviously relaxed.

"Reinforcements are finally here!"

Hearing the exclamation of Brother Juxianzhuang next to him, Zhao Bufan's forehead wrinkled slightly, and when he saw that everyone was overjoyed, he couldn't help asking, "Why are there so many people?"

Zhang Jiaotou rode with him, and when he saw that he was a little confused, he immediately smiled and said: "These are all the heroes who participated in the Luoyang Conference this time, since I heard that Scholar Huang said that you were trapped in Huazhou and rushed to the rescue, there are disciples of various sects who have withdrawn from the rivers and lakes for many years, there are masters in the army, and there are also some heroes from wealthy families!"

"This ......"

Zhao Bufan was very shocked, he never expected that it would be the world's heroes who gathered in Luoyang, and he was very moved when he saw the dense figures in the distance rushing to him. "After all, there are still righteous people in the world, I will do my best to do it, after all, I can make the people of the world respect me, and after all, there are people who are willing to fight for me!"

The human heart is very cold!

People's hearts can also be very warm!

The roar of the "Kill !!!" group of heroes was earth-shattering at this moment, and countless figures were scrambling, maybe there was no neat military formation, maybe there was no unified scheduling, but how many of them were masters with unique skills, and the momentum was completely comparable to 100,000 iron horses!

Inadvertently, the corners of Zhao Bufan's eyes were a little moist.

Earlier, he looked up at the sky tiredly, listening to Zhu Lian's whispering in his ear in a desperate situation, his heart hurt!

He's wondering if it's worth it!

He was also wondering if he had made a mistake!

He was also wondering if there was any salvation from this dark age full of holes!

He even wondered if he would give himself another chance to do it all over again, should he be a powerful minister who covers the sky with one hand!

Man, after all, is a man, and at the moment of facing death, he is actually shaking!

But at this moment, his gradually cold heart was warmed again, and the faded figure of the master seemed to be clear again......

"Extraordinary! If you want to carry the country, your mind must be broader than the country!"

The gentle and distant voice echoed in Zhao Bufan's mind, and the figure of the master standing on the top of the mountain and standing in the wind was clear again!

............

When Zhao Bufan was full of emotions, the people on both sides also quickly converged, and Huang Sheng and Zhu Bocai, who were angry in their hearts, quickly called on the heroes, turned around and pounced on the Huazhou official army, and even Zhang Jiaotou and Hu Sanniang also turned their horses and killed them after putting him and Zhu Lian on the hillside away from the battlefield.

For a time, the miraculous skills on the battlefield competed for beauty, the Shaolin monk's robe was flying, the hermit hero's sword song was loud, and all kinds of peerless learning emerged in endlessly, which was really amazing.

The rivers and lakes that have been hidden for more than 20 years, and the rivers and lakes that have been suppressed for more than 20 years seem to be blooming again at this moment!

The torrential rain gradually stopped, a ray of sunlight pierced the heavy dark clouds, slowly shining on the fierce battlefield, Huazhou officials and troops were defeated and retreated, it was really difficult to resist the heroes of the world, and He Zhizhou, who caused this turmoil, also hid in the military formation in panic, and his heart was cold.

Zhao Bufan stared silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Amitabha!"

With a Buddha call, the monk in coarse linen clothes walked slowly, a wooden staff, a bowl, and nothing else on his body.

He walked slowly, but with each stride he could go two or three feet away.

Zhao Bufan turned his head slightly, and the moment he saw this ordinary monk clearly, his eyes became solemn and full of respect.

"Master Chen, why are you here!"

The person who came was the master of the dust who helped him open up the Yang Wei vein and the Yin Wei vein at the helm of the Bazhou Beggar Gang, and he was a Shaolin monk who devoted himself to cultivating Buddhism and really did not ask about the world, and at the same time he was a Liao man, and he was the biological father of the peerless beggar gang leader.

"Donor, don't go through the years, okay?"

"Bad luck, not so good!" Zhao Bufan smiled bitterly and touched the fist wound on his chest, but quickly changed the topic: "How did Master Lichen get here today!"

Master Lichen smiled slightly, and the wrinkles on his face became even more.

"Huang Shizhu initiated the Luoyang Conference, and many martial artists from all over the world rushed to participate, and the poor monk just wanted to quietly take a look at the rivers and lakes that were rising again, and no one else knew about it!"

"In that case, why did the master show up to see me again?" Zhao Bufan asked strangely.

"Because the general has a relationship with the Buddha!"

"Master, although I admire Buddhism very much in my heart, I have never practiced Buddhism, nor have I read Buddhist scriptures, how can I have a relationship with Buddha, I am afraid that the master is mistaken!" Zhao Bufan shook his head again and again, he was really afraid of seeing the dust, and he was like this last time.

Lichen shook his head slightly, staring at him calmly.

"Why didn't the donor kill the officers and soldiers when he was in a desperate situation, but fought to the death with a killer with good martial arts?"

"You've seen everything a long time ago?" Zhao Bufan was stunned.

Lichen made a Buddha salute: "Amitabha! The poor monk should have been the first to come here and have been following you all the time, but you are all immersed in the fight and have never noticed the bitter monk who is walking alone in the distance!"

Zhao Bufan's heart suddenly burst out, and he quickly shook his head: "Thanks to the master's high opinion, but I am really a layman, and I really didn't want to become a monk!"

"A pair of bloody hands, a Buddha heart, the donor is indeed related to the Buddha, Amitabha!" After saying this, he didn't care what he thought, and he didn't explain anything more, he turned around and walked slowly, walking slowly as he came, looking like an ordinary ascetic, but each step was two or three feet away.

"What's the matter, Master Chen always says that I have a relationship with the Buddha, and I won't really become a monk in the future, right?" Zhao Bufan shuddered when he thought that he had shaved his head and put on a ring scar, and would never eat meat, drink, or touch women. "No! how could I be a monk!"

Just as he was thinking, a scripture book flew over and landed right next to his hand.

He looked down and his eyes widened instantly.

"Yi Jin Jing?"

He suddenly looked up in the direction where Master Dust had gone, but he could hear the other party's voice echoing softly in his ears.

"Donor, this scripture is the poor monk sorted out and selected the Buddhist scriptures and some insights, and the Yijin Sutra is also hidden in the book, if you study it hard, you will naturally learn the Yijin Sutra. You practiced an imperfect Zhiyang internal skill earlier, and now you have learned the eighteen palms of the dragon descending to the fierce, if you don't reconcile with Buddhism, sooner or later you will break your muscles and veins and die, and my situation back then was similar to yours. If you don't believe it, you can feel it subtly when you use the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending in the future, there must be a sense of pain in the muscles and veins, the martial arts of the Yi Jin Sutra can help you regulate your qi, and the Buddhist scriptures can help you adjust your mind, I hope to study it well!"

These words suddenly made Zhao Bufan secretly smile bitterly, and sighed silently in his heart: "Master Lichen, you really have to cross me, obviously want to teach me the Yijin Sutra, but in fact, let me read the scriptures ten thousand times, so that I can understand and study Buddhism every day, then ......"

In an instant, Zhao Bufan shivered again, looking at the Yi Jin Sutra in his hand was really a little creepy, but if he didn't read it, it would really be as Master Chen said, his body was very problematic. At the beginning, in order to save the poisoned Zhiyuezhi, his dantian inner mansion was damaged, and it was difficult to cultivate his internal strength for life, and he felt a faint pain every rainy season, and a few days ago, he did feel pain in his muscles and veins when he followed Chen Yingyun to learn the eighteen palms of the dragon, but at that time he only thought it was a normal phenomenon.

"Hey!" Zhao Bufan sighed helplessly, picked up the Yi Jin Sutra and put it in his arms.

Zhu Lian had been lying not far from the side, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end, seeing that Zhao Bufan picked up the Yijin Sutra, he suddenly said urgently: "Husband, you can't read this Buddhist scripture, if you become a monk, then what should I do? Don't you want me to be a widow?"

Zhao Bufan glared at her instantly: "What kind of monk to be, what kind of widow, are you trying to curse me?"

"Then you still pick up the scriptures? What Yijin Sutra, we are not rare, let's throw it away!" Zhu Lian was worried, and his smooth forehead was wrinkled.

After experiencing this life and death, she also wanted to open up, no longer care about Zhu Bocai's instructions, no longer care about anything, she just wanted to live a good life with Zhao Bufan. The back of this man in the wind and rain is deeply imprinted in her heart, and she only wants to live for herself and her home now.

Zhao Bufan also felt the change in her, and had the intention to bring her out of the shadow earlier, and asked with a slight smile: "Don't you hate me from the bottom of your heart? Since this is the case, then you are not happy when I am a monk, so that you can remarry justifiably, which is exactly what you want!"

Zhu Lian was so embarrassed by his words that his face turned red, and he scolded: "I married and married, and the cave house also entered with you, who do you want me to marry, who still wants me?"

Looking at Zhu Lian at this moment, Zhao Bufan felt happy from the bottom of his heart, and secretly sighed in his heart: "It's been a long time since I've seen Lian'er so straightforward, this escape from death can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, and in the future, I finally don't have to face an indifferent face every day, and I don't have to get along so tired!"

Thinking so in his heart, he smiled slightly, and immediately said: "How can no one want it?" Go out and shout with your beauty, that's not a queue to come, don't you see that He Zhizhou will be fascinated?

"You... You... You ......" Zhu Lian blushed, grabbed a handful of weeds and threw them over. "What do you mean to go out and shout, who are you and me? What is the water of disaster, you are the water of disaster, do you say that about your wife?"

"Aren't you still a disaster? I think I am a dignified general in the northern frontier, a pillar of the Great Song Dynasty, with fierce generals under my command like clouds, and strategists like rain, and I almost planted myself in the hands of that fool in He Zhizhou for your own woman, isn't this a disaster water?" Zhao Bufan's eyes widened contentiously and continued to tease her.

Zhu Lian was so angry that he grabbed a handful of weeds with both hands and threw them at the same time.

"What fierce generals are like clouds, strategists are like rain, do you have even a decent strategist by your side? I didn't let you come to the rescue, who let you care about me?"

Seeing that Zhu Lian's eyes were so angry that his eyes were foggy, Zhao Bufan smiled and looked at her gently. "Okay! They all say that you are a disaster, how can I be an exception? You are so beautiful that even the country can be overturned, let alone me, a layman? Isn't it just that you are so fascinated that you don't want to die this time?"

"You will say something nice to coax people!" Zhu Lian was shy by his gaze, and lowered his head to play with the grass beside him.

Zhao Bufan saw that she had completely come out of the shadows earlier, and he didn't care about him at the moment, but looked at the battlefield in the distance.

After a long time, Zhu Lian suddenly raised his head.

"In your heart, am I really that beautiful?"

"Hmm?ah?what's beautiful?what?" Zhao Bufan turned his head blankly, his mind was not here for a long time, how could he know what Zhu Lian said just now.

"You...... I knew you lied to me, you bastard!!" Zhu Lian slapped the grass fiercely in anger, inadvertently pulling the wound and snorting in pain.

"Don't move, watch out for your injuries!"

"Hmph, who wants you to care!" Zhu Lian turned his head and ignored him, but he was no longer agitated.

Zhao Bufan accompanied her to make trouble, originally to let her get rid of the shadow of life and death, but now that she is fine, she naturally has no intention of making trouble again, so she retracts her mind and looks back at the battlefield in the distance. At this time, the battle over there had ended, and the heroes were confronting the officers and soldiers, and Zhu Bocai was also carrying the head of He Zhizhou to deter the officers and soldiers of Huazhou......