The sun reflects the snow, and a figure is expected to come on the bleak mountain road.

A biao-shaped monk, carrying a whistle stick, is striding forward. His blushing face was full of confidence: This savior, no matter whether we succeed or fail, we can be regarded as the heroes of the Great Song Dynasty! In ancient times, Jing Ke assassinated Qin, and Yu let swallow charcoal, and today my Zhiguan monk is invincible and invincible, and he will also go down in history!

When the monk thought of this, a stele pavilion really appeared in front of him. He finally became a poet, danced the whistle stick, and engraved the poems that he had been chanting in his heart for a long time, and chanted several times after carving, sighing!

After that, the stele was engraved, and the Diamond Sutra was carved, and the marrow washing Sutra was engraved...... When the smoke curls up, the vision in front of you suddenly opens up - it is a white river!

"What kind of place is this?!" The monk's heart sank: "Oh no! I've walked over!" hurriedly ran back......

At the same time, Lao Duan, who had just climbed the west guard tower, quietly took a small handful of straw from the roof of the shed, spread it on the golden soldiers who had broken off at his feet, and immediately got up calmly, wearing a tight military uniform bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, in the eyes of other golden soldiers, it was no different from usual.

Lao Duan looked down from the watchtower, glanced for a while, and calculated that the total number of golden soldiers in the camp was less than a hundred, so he took off his hat again and again.

Not far from the Jin soldier camp, the Confucian Sheng hidden in the bushes has been looking at the old Duan on the tower, and when he saw him take off his hat and give a call, he put on the luxurious brocade clothes prepared at noon, put on the fur hat with the characteristics of the Jin people, and walked towards the barracks.

The soldiers guarding the door heard the footsteps, and opened their eyes very reluctantly, only to see a man who looked like an official coming towards him. The soldier looked up and down for a long time, but he felt that the person was full of sourness, not like a native person, but looking at his brocade clothes, he didn't know where it came from, and he didn't react for a while.

"Bold! The army ordered you to garrison the camp gate, and you dozed off here! Consciously go to the military discipline office!"

The soldier only felt that his face was moist for a while, and his eyes had been drowned out by the spittle stars, and he trembled at the moment and said:

"You...... You...... Adults are ......."

"I am the sixteenth prince of the dynasty, and I am a muddy horse. The brocade-clothed official raised his head and said.

The soldier was stunned for a moment, the saliva on his face was cold under the cold wind, and the whole person sobered up, and then sneered: "Hehe! There are only thirteen princes in this dynasty!"

Seeing the situation, the visitor's eyes closed slightly, and he shouted again: "Bold! How can you know how many princes in this dynasty can be known by such small people? This king was ordered by the imperial brother to guard the main road of the 'Tianmali Gobi', and he has not been in the palace for many years...... Recently, I heard that there are Song soldiers near the Five Kingdoms City, so I was ordered to come here to inspect!"

The soldier pondered: What this person said is really a major military aircraft matter, I have never even heard of it...... I've heard so much about military aircraft, will I be killed?...... The soldier was in a trance for a while, but he still felt that something was wrong, and lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "Sixteen princes, you ...... You wait a moment...... Wait for the little one to report to the court. I only heard someone scold again, and my vision was hazy again: "Hmph, are you questioning this king?"

At the end, the brocade-clothed official coughed lightly, took out a dark "token" from his arms, and presented it in front of the soldiers. The soldier only smelled the smell of cow dung, and when he looked closely, the word "pig" was engraved in the center of the token! Then he felt a pain in his neck and lost consciousness......

At the end of the day, at the gate of the Jin Soldier Camp, the guards were full of wine and food, and they were walking with their bellies. Suddenly, I saw a yellow object under the ramp, and I called for a "yaya" to rush up. Everyone thought it was a "bobcat", and they were all overjoyed, thinking that there was game to eat tonight, and they were waiting to wash the pot and make a fire, but the "bobcat" was gone.

It turned out that the "bobcat" was the monk Zhiguan, who went around seven or eight times under the ramp, but he couldn't find the entrance, and finally had to climb over the wall to enter. Unexpectedly, behind the wall was a thatched house, and as soon as the monk's feet landed, he suddenly felt like he was in the mud, and he hurriedly jumped up. The blame was that the whistle stick was too long and hit the crossbar immediately...... In this way, in the thatched house of the Jin Bing camp, a standard cat eating was staged.

All this was in the eyes of Lao Duan on the watchtower, and he couldn't help but scold in his heart: "Stinky monk, you came so late!"

The monk's movement attracted two patrolmen, who only said that they were their own people, and slapped the door panel for a while: "Hey, move smaller! Wake up the chief, everyone has no good fruit to eat!"

Unexpectedly, the monk in the thatched house was already annoyed and angry, and it was difficult to restrain himself, so he scolded: "I'll fuck your mother's big dung chief!

"What's the sound?!" "There's an assassin!" "Over there, over there!" the nearby Jin soldiers rushed to hear the sound. The monk listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer, remembered Mr. Situ's deployment, and turned around and ran in the opposite direction of the cell door. After a while, I saw that in the open space near the gate, a group of golden soldiers were lined up in an arc, and the Zhiguan monk was arrogant in his position, quite a "one man should be closed, ten thousand people are not open".

I saw the monk put the whistle stick horizontally, held it with both palms together, and immediately shouted loudly and danced in the air. I only heard a whirring wind, and the whistle stick turned into layers of stick shadows in the air, at first showing "double dragons playing with pearls", and then turned into "embattled", and then saw "eight immortals crossing the sea......

The whistle stick was finally smashed in the air, and in an instant, the walls of the camp cracked, wailing in the sky, murderous aura and blood were intertwined in the air, and the gloomy moonlight was even more gloomy...... When the monk put away the whistle stick, the field was already full of corpses, and the injured golden soldiers never got up again......

In an instant, the entire barracks was in chaos, and the red tongues of fire scurried up around the cell door, devouring the blue night. Under the cell, Dao Gu held her breath and listened, and suddenly her apricot eyes opened and broke through the ground......

After a while, Dao Gu took the arm of a prisoner and walked out of the prison door, only to see the flames raging all around, and couldn't help but rejoice: "It's successful!"

Just as he was about to go out, he suddenly felt a few drops of water fall on his face, arousing a deep coolness.

Dao Gu was stunned, but when she saw the fire in front of her, she immediately rushed in and asked with concern: "Mrs. Shi, it's still going well! The emperor hasn't been burned! I finally got a basin of water from a distant place." With that, he exhaled a wheezing sound to show that he was tired from running around.

Dao Gu was shocked when she heard this: "Nerd! What kind of water are you splashing! The emperor has put on the 'Xuanhuo Suit', are you still afraid that you won't be able to rush out......?

I saw that Confucian said with an innocent face: "I saw that the fire was burning too strong, so I wanted to come over to help you, how do ......you know?"

It turned out that Confucian only knew that her 'Xuanhuo suit' could block the heat, but he didn't know that it was afraid of water. Now that the vitality of the treasure clothes has been damaged, even if it is dried, the effect will be much worse than before!

Dao Gu was already crying without tears, gritted her teeth, lowered her jade hand to support the emperor, and pulled up the cuffs of her robe to take off the Xuanhuo coat from the emperor. Unexpectedly, in a hurry, a picture scroll shook out of the sleeve. Confucian Sheng saw a pair of stars clearly, the picture scroll painted half of the pavilion pillar, next to a jade hand obliquely pointed upward, from the poking out of a wisp of sleeves, it can be seen that the master is very luxuriously dressed. This scroll is obviously incomplete, and the four sides are cut together, but it is worth more than all the complete famous paintings.

This picture scroll is part of the "Hantan Moon Viewing Map"!

At this moment, the monk also rushed in, only to see him with a red face, and said proudly: "These golden dogs, they are really useless!" After saying that, the corner of his mouth smiled, thinking that everyone would say, "It's still a master with strong martial arts"!

Unexpectedly, Confucian frowned and said, "Won't it be too easy to succeed like this?"

When the monk heard this, he almost vomited blood, and said in his heart: "Dead scholar! When I return to the Central Plains, if I don't chop your duck's beak into wontons, I won't be called Zhiguan!"

Dao Gu glared at Confucius again, and after steaming the water droplets on the Xuanhuo clothes with true qi, she carefully put them into a brocade box.

At that time, most of the fire had been extinguished, but the anger of the monks and Taoists was still unabated. Until the rescued person woke up slightly, everyone was suddenly solemn and knelt down together: "Weichen is late to save the car, and the crime deserves death!" At this time, Lao Duan had just arrived from the west guard tower, and knelt down directly before he could stand firmly.

After the Jingkang Revolution, he and his father were taken captive to the Jin Kingdom, where they were humiliated and finally imprisoned in an abandoned well in a small town. His father was sick and hateful, and he had passed away, leaving him alone, "sitting in the well and watching the sky" here all day long.

Zhao Huan reunited with the old department, and he was deeply moved, and tears finally burst out of his eyes, but he couldn't say a word......