Guo Jing shouted the order, he wanted to chase again, and took advantage of the situation to rush and kill.

As soon as the Mongol Khan died, the Mongol army was defeated, retreated north in a hurry, threw flags and abandoned guns all the way, and in the rear, Guo Jing led the Song army to chase all the way.

After chasing a distance, I suddenly saw a large army coming from the west, and I saw that the military flag was the banner of Kublai Khan, the fourth prince of Mongolia.

Originally, he planned to see if he needed support, but now he saw that the Mongol army was defeated and fled, Kublai Khan was also shocked, and when he saw that the momentum was not good, he immediately turned around and retreated north.

Guo Jing wanted to chase again, but Wang Yue hurriedly said: "Guo Daxia! Mongolia has been defeated, and the poor Kou Mo is chasing, and Kublai Khan's army is also coming, and it will not be good to catch up, so it is better to return to the army to defend the city." ”

Everyone thought about it, it was really like this, chasing too deeply, in case of landing, it would be troublesome. Therefore, the class retreated and returned triumphantly.

Today he killed Meng Ge, and the position of the Great Khan of Mongolia was vacant, and his brother Ali Buge sat on the throne. Kublai Khan's return to Mongolia in the north must also be to fight for the position of the Great Khan, and the Great Song Dynasty finally had a chance to breathe.

According to the original book, Kublai Khan only attacked Xiangyang again after he recovered in 13 years.

Originally, Wang Yue also wanted to make the situation more chaotic, whether he could slaughter Kublai Khan. But looking at Kublai Khan's army, there must be a lot of good hands around him, and I am afraid that it will not be beneficial to catch up, so forget it.

When the people returned to the city, the people lined up to welcome them.

Xiangyang City won the war, and every house was hung with lanterns, and every household celebrated with a crown.

In the evening, everyone was appeasing the envoy Lu Wende's mansion to hold a banquet to celebrate his merits.

Guo Jing, Yang Guo, Huang Rong, Huang Yaoshi, Zhou Botong, etc. were all in the chief seat, but Wang Yue was the only one missing, and he was nowhere to be seen.

Guo Jing opened his mouth and asked, "What about Daoist Wang? Why don't you see the figure of Daoist Wang?"

The rest of the people also realized that they were looking left and right, but they had not seen Wang Yue's whereabouts. In the end, it was Yang Guo who opened his mouth.

"Master said that he didn't like these scenes, and he still had important things to deal with, so he left Xiangyang first, and I don't know where he went!"

Everyone was stunned, they never expected Wang Yue's personality to be so weird, but they didn't think much about tonight's celebration banquet, and they each pushed their cups and changed their lamps, so it was not lively.

Late at night, Wang Yue galloped all the way and finally arrived near the Shaolin Temple.

That's right! Wang Yue came to Shaolin again for a purpose, in order to solve the problem of cultivation in his body, he wanted to explore Shaolin at night to see if he could steal the Yijin Sutra and take a look, so as to solve the problem of three different internal forces in his body.

After a little breathing, when it is already ugly, almost all the monks in the Shaolin Temple have fallen asleep, which is the most relaxed vigilance.

They never expected that someone would come to Shaolin Temple to steal the scriptures, or the inheritance of Shaolin Temple.

Come and steal something, naturally you have to prepare everything, black clothes and black yarn, but you can't let people see through your identity.

Jumping lightly, he climbed over the courtyard wall, the last time the abbot of Tianming took him to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he had already memorized the route and quietly swept away.

As I passed through a small road, I suddenly saw a small figure sneaking out of a house and running straight to a place.

Wang Yue was a little curious, under the afterglow of the moonlight, he could see the small figure clearly, it was a little monk of more than ten years old, holding his stomach, hurriedly trotting, looking very funny, Wang Yue was interested for a while, and slowly followed to take a look.

I don't sleep in the middle of the night, what do I do secretly.

Finally, Wang Yue followed the little monk and came to the destination - the latrine!

It turned out that this little monk had an uncomfortable stomach, so he came out to solve the emergency. Vaguely, I also heard the little monk's complaining tone: "Zhang Junbao, Zhang Junbao, tell you not to eat too much, you see, I came out in the middle of the night, and I didn't sleep well all night, eh!"

Not far away, Wang Yue hid at the corner of a road, and after hearing the words of the little monk, he was a little incredible.

Zhang Junbao! This little monk who came out in the middle of the night was actually Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren, the future great masters of martial arts.

Well, Wang Yue's mind was a little confused, mainly because of this fact, the impact on Wang Yue was a little strong, and he finally came back to his senses.

Zhang Junbao, who is only eleven or twelve years old now, without Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi stealing Jiuyang Divine Skills, Zhang Junbao would not be able to chase Jueyuan to Huashan in the future, and now the timeline has advanced by several years, and Guo Xiang is only sixteen.

Isn't that, Zhang Junbao won't have the opportunity to meet Guo Xiang? He won't have to fall into a state of unrequited love all his life? Then Guo Xiang may not be able to learn part of Jiuyang, so will the Emei faction still exist?

Wang Yue held his forehead, feeling that the appearance of many things had changed.

Thinking about it, the Junbao had been solved, came out of the latrine, and walked back.

Wang Yue's heart flashed and he made a bold decision.

Today's Zhang Junbao is still young, if he gives him Wang Chongyang's innate skills, but it is suitable for him to cultivate, he is extremely talented, a child, mainly because he cultivates at such a young age, what level will he reach in the future, Wang Yue is not sure, you must know that Wang Chongyang only cultivated after he was thirty years old, and twenty years is already the first of the five uniques.

It's exciting to think about, if a great martial arts master starts and rises again, will he be like the supreme grandmaster Ling Donglai, who will step out of the broken void on his own!

At this time, in Wang Yue's heart, it can be said that this idea wants to be realized more and more.

At this time, Zhang Junbao had already come from the corner, and there were no lights around, but with the illumination of the moonlight, he could still see the road clearly.

In the dark, a hand quickly reached out, grabbed Zhang Junbao, and clicked a dumb hole on him.

Zhang Junbao reacted, and saw a black-clothed figure grabbing him, his face was panicked, he was young, and he couldn't imagine that in the middle of the night, there was actually a black-clothed man in Shaolin Temple, who didn't look like a good person.

"Boy, you're Zhang Junbao, right?" Wang Yue said in a deep voice.

Zhang Junbao was almost scared to death, although he didn't know how this person knew his name, but he still nodded desperately.

"Don't be afraid, I won't eat you, I'm here to give you a creation. Wang Yue continued.

Zhang Junbao was dumb and couldn't speak, but when he heard Wang Yue's words, he didn't understand very well, and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Wang Yue immediately told him all the deeds of Zhang Junbao, bluffed for a moment, and said that he was a hermit master, and he came for him today to send him a great creation.

Zhang Junbao is very young, although he is very smart, but Wang Yue told his deeds from birth to the present, and he believed it a little. Practicing in Shaolin Temple and believing in the Buddha, it is not surprising that there are other masters.

Wang Yue immediately let him memorize the content of the innate skills, Zhang Junbao is worthy of being a person with extreme talent, less than half an hour, he remembers it completely, at this time, he has regarded Wang Yue as a master in the world, and solved the acupoints, and did not shout.

"I must be diligent and careful in cultivating what I pass on to you, and what happened tonight must not be told to the second person, not even your master, is it clear?" Wang Yue admonished.

Zhang Junbao nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Okay, I'm leaving, you go back quickly, maybe in the future, we will have a chance to meet!"

Wang Yue spoke, his figure swept away, like a ghost, and disappeared into the darkness, leaving Zhang Junbao a little dazed and excited and shocked.

Shaolin, outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Wang Yue was hidden in the dark, he was not worried that Zhang Junbao would say it, he had just fooled him by a trick, and he didn't harm him, thinking that Zhang Junbao was so smart, he wouldn't say more.

Unexpectedly, when he came to Shaolin to steal the Yijin Sutra, he actually bumped into the future martial arts master and passed on his martial arts.

So, the world is complicated and unpredictable!

Outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there was no warrior monk guarding it, and if he wanted to close the mountain for many years, he didn't expect that someone would dare to steal things from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so he relaxed his vigilance. Such a situation is what Wang Yue is willing to see.

Whoosh!

The figure flickered and moved, and without a sound, it rushed in through the unclosed window on the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, without causing the slightest wave.

As soon as he entered, he met a young warrior monk and secretly called him unlucky.

The young warrior monk was also stunned for a while, and he didn't expect that someone would dare to enter the Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion at night, and before he could shout, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and fell down unconsciously.

But Wang Yue flashed behind him in an instant and gave him a blow, which was enough for him to sleep for two or three hours.

Instead, look around.

On the second floor, there are records of Shaolin's hundreds of years of martial arts secrets, like a treasure trove of martial arts, Shaolin can stand for thousands of years, this treasure trove of martial arts is also one of the major reasons.

The lights are flickering and shining.

Wang Yue carefully rummaged through the bookshelves, looking for the whereabouts of the Yi Jin Jing.

A book of Shaolin seventy-two stunt cheats, put outside, I don't know how much turmoil it caused, Wang Yue was a little disdainful. He just picked a few suitable memorizations, most of the stunts were not of much use to him, they were not suitable for his martial arts path, and it was a waste of time to learn them.

After a while, Wang Yue was almost done rummaging, but there was still no whereabouts of Yi Jin Jing, and it seemed that he was not on this layer.

"How could it not be, where is this Shaolin Yijin Sutra hidden. ”

Wang Yue muttered as he rummaged, feeling a little impatient.

In the end, after looking all over the place, he didn't find any traces of the Yijin Sutra, they were all some Shaolin seventy-two stunts, or the more ordinary ones, there were several stunts he had heard of, and he didn't find any traces.

Could it be that in addition to this place, there is also a secret place where the Yi Jin Sutra and the rest of the stunt exercises are stored?

"The donor broke into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at night, flipped through my Shaolin stunt, I don't know what I'm looking for?"

Suddenly, a desolate voice came from behind Wang Yue. Wang Yue was startled, someone approached behind him and didn't notice it, and immediately turned his head to glance, only to see a white-eyed old monk in a red and yellow robe, with a string of black Buddha beads hanging on his chest, and his behavior was indifferent and elegant, not like a monk, but like a Confucian student.

Turning his head to stare at the white-eyed old monk, he only felt that this person had no internal strength and looked like an ordinary person. But the person who can come behind him unknowingly, no one can do it today, this Shaolin Temple, how can such a terrifying guy always appear!

"Old monk, who are you!" Wang Yue said in a deep voice, and at the same time secretly operated his internal force, ready to deal with it with all his might.

"I forgot the name of the old man, I had been a Confucian, Taoist and a monk all my life, I was at a loss, and finally lived in seclusion in this scripture pavilion for the rest of my life, I didn't expect to meet the donor today, it can be said that there is a fate!"