When the boatman heard this, he stopped the oars.

Yue Ziran listened attentively, but he could hear the faint sound of a golden blade splitting the wind in the direction of the Yanyu Building on the shore, with bursts of shouting and echoing, obviously there were a lot of people.

"Be careful, I'll go up and have a look. ”

Yue Ziran turned his head and ordered Huang Rong, his body jumped up, and his body fell on the surface of the lake. With his toes tapping on the water, Yue Ziran was dressed in white, floating like a cloud on the horizon, jumping up again, and landing steadily and quietly on the shore.

The boatman looked at Yue Ziran's unique skill, and fell off the oars in his hand in surprise. Huang Rong was afraid of any danger on the shore, and when he urged him to hurry up, he came to his senses.

Yue Ziran tiptoed into the Yanyu Building, there was no one downstairs, and immediately ran up the stairs, only to see a person watching the window by the railing, still chewing in his mouth, and there was a sound, but it was Yue Ziran's master Hong Qigong who had not seen him for a long time.

"Master?" Yue Ziran stopped and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Hong Qigong nodded, didn't say anything, pointed to the distance, raised the half cooked leg of lamb in his hand and took a bite.

Yue Ziran followed Hong Qigong's gesture and looked at it, and saw a man wearing a hat and thin clothes in the distance, standing on a tree branch, looking at Hong Qigong from a distance. The thick fog shrouded his face under the hat, so Yue Ziran didn't know who he was, but the long sword behind him made Yue Ziran feel a chill from Ling Ran.

The sound of the fighting that shouted and echoed was not from him, Yue Ziran ran to the window, only to see the sword light shining in the open space behind the building, and seven people were surrounding one person in the core.

Looking up again, Yue Ziran saw a few acquaintances again. Nu Niang and Ouyang Feng stood on the roof far away. Watching the fight off the field. The four monks of the Black Sect were not far from them.

Ouyang Feng had been guarding against Hong Qigong, and when he saw his son-in-law poking his head out of the window, he was suddenly startled, and subconsciously glanced at the slave girl.

Nu Niang and Ouyang Feng exchanged glances, but did not move.

The fog that filled the lake was too big, and Yue Ziran couldn't see the people fighting in the arena clearly, he could only see their flashing figures, but listening to their shouts, he could distinguish them. I was shocked.

Because it was none other than his father-in-law Huang Yaoshi who was beaten in the field.

And the besiegers were the seven sons of Quanzhen.

Huang Rong, Mu Nianci and others also ran upstairs at this time, and they were surprised to see Hong Qigong, and then Huang Rong heard Huang Yaoshi's voice.

"Daddy?" Huang Rong was startled, afraid that Huang Yaoshi would make a mistake, so she turned around and was about to go downstairs.

"I'll go. Yue Ziran stopped her and jumped downstairs. When they got closer, they saw their figures clearly, and sure enough, they were Huang Yaoshi and Quan Zhen's seven sons.

At this time, the Quanzhen faction was arranging the Tiangang Beidou Array to fight against Huang Yaoshi, but they saw that the seven of them were each dancing with long swords. The advance and retreat were scattered, and the fight around Huang Yaoshi was extremely fierce.

Huang Yaoshi was empty-handed. Floating in the shadow of the sword light staff, it seems that he has been forced to only parry, but he has no power to fight back, and he only avoids the enemy's blade in dozens of moves, and has not returned a punch or kick.

When Yue Ziran approached, he suddenly saw Huang Yaoshi's left foot supporting the ground, and his right leg swept around his body twice, forcing the seven of them to take three steps back together. Then he swung his left palm diagonally and slammed it on the top of the head of the eldest son Liu Chuxuan, turning from defending to attacking.

This palm was split, but Liu Chuxuan did not block, but was rescued by Qiu Chuji, who was the power of Tianquan, and Tan Chuduan, the eldest son of Tianxuan, from the side, and Huang Yaoshi was forced to retreat.

When Huang Yaoshi retreated, Ma Yu and Wang Chuyi came out with two swords on the side, attacking from behind, approaching Huang Yaoshi's back.

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Huang Yaoshi used the splitting palm technique, only to hear the whirring wind, and the opponent's seven people could not attack. If you talk about the martial arts of Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi and others, Huang Yaoshi couldn't just rely on a pair of fleshy palms to keep them out of Zhang Xu, but that day the Beidou Array was advancing and retreating together, Sun Buer and Liu Chuxuan were weak in martial arts, as long as one person was forced to retreat, the rest had to follow.

I saw that everyone took two steps back, and they were getting farther and farther away from Huang Yaoshi, but the momentum of Beidou was still not chaotic at all.

Taking advantage of their retreat, Yue Ziran took a step forward and said loudly: "Seniors, there must be some misunderstanding here, everyone ......"

Before Yue Ziran finished speaking, a sound of breaking the air behind him suddenly hit him.

In a hurry, Yue Ziran turned around, and with a move, the divine dragon in the eighteen palms of the dragon swung its tail and hit the attacker. Seeing only a yellow shadow in the corner of his eye, Yue Ziran's palm was crossed with the other party, and a burst of dragon groans sounded, forcing the person to take a few steps back.

"This palm is good, and it is the essence of the eighteen palms of the dragon descended by the flower child. Hong Qigong nibbled on the leg of mutton and praised.

"A good move to descend the dragon and eighteen palms. The old monk of the Black Sect took three steps back and stood firmly, and also opened his mouth to praise.

Yue Ziran snorted coldly: "A sneak attack from behind is not what a monk should do. ”

"The monks are compassionate. The old monk didn't think about it and said, "If you can sacrifice your son-in-law for thousands of lives, no matter how despicable it is, it's worth it." ”

Yue Ziran saw that Huang Yaoshi was still at ease, and he was not in a hurry, so he turned around and said disdainfully to the old monk: "Every hypocritical person likes to find a high-sounding reason for himself, and then use this high-sounding reason to stand on the moral high ground and swear to condemn others. ”

The old monk knew that he would never be able to talk about Yue Ziran in terms of reasoning, so he didn't argue, took a step forward, and swept towards Yue Ziran with one palm.

Yue Ziran turned sideways and avoided it, and said sarcastically: "What, what is your pain? Who are you, why do you say that my life can be exchanged for the lives of tens of millions of people?"

The old monk couldn't get close to Yue Ziran's body, so he could only snort coldly and said: "It has become an inevitable trend for the Mongolian iron cavalry to break through Dajin, why did Yue Gongzi put the lives of the Shandong beggars on the oil pot to roast?"

"Is this how you threatened me before?" Yue Ziran sneered and said loudly: "Provoke the hatred between me and the Quanzhen Sect, and then drag the beggars in? ”

Yue Ziran is such a smart person, when the old monk obstructed him, he had already figured out the cause of the matter.

The old monk's face flashed with shame and anger, and he snorted coldly and attacked again.

Yue Ziran avoided it lightly again, and asked jokingly: "Old monk, I have something to say." ”

"Say!" The embarrassed old monk saw that he couldn't even touch the corners of Yue Ziran's clothes, so he could only answer angrily.

"If you exchange one of your lives for ten million lives, will you exchange them?" Yue Ziran asked with a chuckle.

The old monk looked at Yue Ziran suspiciously, and said in a deep voice after a while: "Change!"

"Good. Yue Ziran drew his sword and said, "You can kill yourself." If you die, I can promise you that if I catch the Mongols in the future, I will never kill them. ”

"Ridiculous. The old monk didn't take it, but took off a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, took a step forward, and raised his hand to call Yue Ziran.

And Yue Ziran's words, half a year later, the old monk knew that what he said was true.

Yue Ziran had a sword in his hand, how could he be arrogant anymore, and he didn't dodge, he took a step forward to meet him, and the sword slid through the dense fog like a meteor. (To be continued......)

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