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My name is Xiaomei, I am a martial arts person who relies on martial arts competitions to recruit relatives, run the rivers and lakes to show off his skills, my father and my father Wang Sledgehammer's original dream is to earn dozens of copper coins, and then go back to the countryside to buy a piece of land, to be a small landlord who is peaceful for all generations, such as lotus and jade, but I never expected that most of the line, I and my father are eternally separated, black-haired people send, eh, black-haired people.

I hid behind the stables, endured the pungent fishy smell, watched countless people coming and going in the distance, busy, hungry, anxious, and heard countless exclamations from the workshop, I looked up, but saw hundreds of Mongolian soldiers in armor holding torches, shouting five and six, and spewing some filthy words pretending to be military prostitutes in their mouths.

The brutality of the Mongol army is well known, killing people and slaughtering cities, arson and looting, raping and killing children and children, all kinds of evil, the worst and worst words are used on them, you will feel that it is not enough, the conquest itself is sinful, and the sense of honor is just a whitewash cloak that human beings put on for themselves.

The Mongolian soldiers in the distance got closer and closer, I swallowed my saliva, my legs trembled a little, thinking of the bad fate of my discovery, I only felt that it was dark in front of me, covering my face, I sat on the ground a little weakly, quietly holding the short dagger in my hand, I would never want to die in vain, I would do my best to kill a few Mongolian soldiers, avenge my father, and then go to Huangquan together.

His leather boots were getting closer and closer, I gritted my teeth, panted, my chin raised slightly, and clenched the short dagger in my hand twenty steps, fifteen steps, ten steps, five steps, kill!

I was stunned at my feet.,The short dagger in my hand.,Short.,Uh.,Oh my god.,What kind of quality is this?,There's only a dagger left.。。

I was stunned at the same time as the Mongol soldier, and later, he went crazy and slashed at me, and I smiled miserably and closed my eyes, maybe today will be the last day of my life.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't feel any pain, and suddenly, I felt someone grab me by the collar of the back of my neck, dragging me backwards, and the whirring wind blew so that I couldn't open my eyes, and after a while, my eyes were dark and I fainted.

West Sloping Street.

There are all kinds of goulan tiles here, Getai taverns, which are the pink lamp areas of the capital, and all the nobles and celebrities can stop here.

Qinghui Building, the second floor of the private room, adjacent to the water viewing platform.

Lu Qingdu looked at the sleepy-eyed Xiaomei, and the girl suddenly woke up, pointed at him, and said, "Who are you?

She bent over, looking guarded, like an injured little leopard, Lu Qingdu had a straight face: "Miss Wang, when my father was killed by the Tartars, Poor Dao was also on the spot, but it is a pity that I am not good at learning and martial arts, and my martial arts are too poor, although I saved you, I failed to save Wang Yishi's life!"

Xiaomei's eyes were red, tears were sliding down, she let down her vigilance, and said with a sob: "Thank you Dao Chang for rescuing, my father may have this catastrophe in his fate, and Dao Chang doesn't need to feel guilty." ”

Lu Qingdu nodded, and suddenly said, "Miss Wang, your father has passed away, what are your plans in the future?"

Xiaomei shook her head, with a blank face: "The vast sea of people, the vast earthly world, no one to talk to, no place to live, maybe from now on, the little woman will be a green lantern ancient Buddha, always with her for a lifetime." ”

Lu Qingdu was a little speechless, peat, in front of the Taoist priest, you want to become a nun, if this spreads, Daoist I am in the Taoist circle, do you still have a face?

He coughed dryly, and said with a serious face: "Miss Wang, your father died tragically, as a son of man, don't you want to avenge him?"

Xiaomei was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said: "Every time I think about my father's death, I can't wait to chop those Mongolians into meat sauce one by one and feed them to the dogs, but I am a weak woman who is alone and weak, and if I want to take revenge, how easy is it to talk about it?"

Lu Qingdu smiled and said: "Okay, Miss Wang, you have such thoughts, you can also look at the father under Jiuquan, and you have this heart for revenge, and you have the right to live temporarily, and the poor road will help you." ”

Xiaomei bowed down and bowed: "Thank you for the completion of the Taoist, the little girl will have to take revenge one day, and she is willing to be a slave and a maid in front of the Taoist for a hundred years." ”

Changchun Palace.

Qiu Chuji stroked his beard: "Zhiming, how did you do about meeting Wokotai?"

Yan Zhiming lowered his head and said: "The disciple is incompetent, I only heard that a few days before Wokotai went hunting in the north, I was cold or frightened, and I was bedridden for a few days. ”

Before Lao Qiu could speak, Yin Zhiping frowned and said, "The Tartar Khan has been sick for a day, are we going to stay in this red world, the nest of tigers and wolves for a day?"

Yan Zhiming was silent, and Cui Zhifang, who was sitting with him on the side, suddenly said: "Uncle Shi, let's go north to the capital this time, just to lead the needle and pave the way for the Zhengyi Sect, as long as this matter can be done, if you don't see the Tartar Khan, what's the matter!"

Qiu Chuji shook his head and said nothing, he was also the Taoist commander canonized by Genghis Khan, not to mention anything else, this time when he entered Beijing, if he let his colleagues in the Taoist sect know that he couldn't even see the face of Wokotai, he would return to Zhongnan Mountain in a gloomy manner, but I am afraid that from now on, the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect in the north will fall in an all-round way.

However, he naturally couldn't tell his descendants about this kind of thought, so he just said vaguely: "Zhiming, you have to put more thought into this matter, no matter what, you have to see Wokotai." ”

Yan Zhiming lowered his head and said yes, Yin Zhiping was sad, he suddenly felt soreness and numbness, his hands and feet trembled, for fear that Qiu Chuji would find something, he pinched the pain-relieving point in his palm, and rolled his eyes in pain.

Qiu Chuji didn't notice Yin Zhiping's abnormality, looked around, and suddenly said: "Zhifang, Zhiping, Jingguang, tomorrow the three of you will go to Huili Temple with the old way." ”

Late at night.

Changchun Palace is like a bean, a little fire is illuminated, Lu Qingdu put on a night walking set, a little under his feet, his body is like a ghost, and he quickly dives into the distance.

The plane of the Yuan capital is short from east to west, long from north to south, the city wall is 60 miles long and 240 steps, open eleven gates, three gates on the south, east and west sides, two gates on the north side, and are attached to Nezha "three heads, six arms and two legs".

When the Mongols built the capital, they first built the "central pavilion" in the geometric center of the city, and then used this as a benchmark to expand the city site on all sides. To the south of the central pavilion is the imperial city. The red wall is built around the imperial city, also called "Xiao wall", its main gate is called the star gate, and there are a thousand step corridors on the left and right.

Lu Qingdu quietly hid behind the thousand-step corridor, not far away, thousands of guards in armor and sharp guards, holding torches, waited for a long time, seeing that there was no good opportunity, he turned around.

The imperial city is centered on the Taiye Pool, and there are three palaces around it, Da Nei, Longfu Palace, and Xingsheng Palace, Wo Kotai naturally lives in Da Nei, and the apse Yanchun Pavilion after Da Nei is the residence of the queen, hehe, eh, why do you suddenly laugh so obscenely? Today, the queen is not a few years old with Wo Kotai, and she is very forty or fifty!

The main gate of the inner is the Chongtian Gate, the north is the Houzai Gate, the east is the Donghua Gate, the west is the Xihua Gate, Lu Qingdu looks at it from afar, but he sees the head of the person moving, the fire is soaring into the sky, he shakes his head helplessly, it seems that it is impossible to break into the Inner Force.

All the way back to Changchun Palace, still far away, he suddenly heard an angry shout: "The thief is gone, and eat the old man's palm!"

Lu Qingdu was stunned, and hurriedly accelerated under his feet, the sky was dim, and he couldn't see the vision of Changchun Palace clearly, and vaguely seemed to see a flickering fire.

At this time, a miserable laugh suddenly came: "Changchunzi, Qiu Chuji, ten years ago, you killed my junior brother, have you ever regretted it today?"

Qiu Chuji said angrily: "Xiao Xiaojuni, Lao Dao just regrets that he failed to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and kill your demon together!"

The voice sounded again: "Qiu Chuji, you pride yourself on being a decent family, eliminating violence and peace, and acting chivalrous and righteous, then let me ask you, when you killed my junior brother, was he killing people or setting fire?"

Qiu Chuji said coldly: "Murder and arson, Lao Dao didn't see it, but at that time, the heroes of Northern Jin were all talking about it, accusing your junior brother of being the real murderer of the fifteen members of Old Boxer's family of Zhang Lao, Lao Dao may be wrong, are hundreds of heroes of Northern Jin wrong?"

Lu Qingdu touched the outside of the wall of the Changchun Palace, lying on the wall, pulling the apricot branches with his fingers, but seeing that there were more than 20 Taoist priests lying in the courtyard, he looked at it again, and it was all the entourage who followed Qiu Chuji to Dadu from Chongyang Palace.

The mound was gloomy, the backyard crackled, and there was a faint smell of burning, and there was a man standing opposite him, hunched over, with a dark face, a diamond-shaped scar between his eyebrows, and a fork in his hand.

The camel sneered: "The heroes of northern Jin, hum, it's just a bunch of villains who tend to be inflammatory, and everyone is just like it, and my junior brother was just ... ”

Qiu Chuji interrupted: "If you want to fight, stand up, where is there so much nonsense to talk about!"

The camel is furious, you are paralyzed, do you understand the memory killing, do you understand the number of words, Lao Tzu relies on this mixed shot, wipe.

He was furious, his feet slammed, the fork stabbed straight over, Qiu Chuji's eyes narrowed slightly, he drew his sword to meet him, and a big battle seemed to be in front of him.