There was a loud "sonorous" sound, and the sound was transmitted, so that the mountains echoed.

Chu Feng turned the mountain col and saw a monk Zhiguang in gray monk robes, standing in front of the mountain wall.

Monk Zhiguang swung his axe like a wheel, and slashed towards the mountain wall with an axe, and a loud sound spread among the mountains in turn.

As soon as the axe went down, the twisted words on the mountain wall were missing.

The gravel flew violently, and the old monk didn't hide, letting the flying stone on his head and face, leaving bloody marks.

Fang Cai carried the bamboo basket between his elbows, carefully placed behind a boulder, and Chu Feng could see a few pages of yellowed paper money and several incense candles from the corner of the green cloth that was lifted.

Watching the old monk cut down with an axe, Chu Feng found that he didn't stop the old monk at all, and only felt that a bloody past seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

The lame Du Lingzi's movements were slower than that of the Zhiguang monk who had lost his martial arts, and Chu Feng walked a section of the road in an instant, he walked for a while, looking at the Zhiguang monk who was trying to bully the mountain wall, and asked Chu Feng with some surprise: "This is?" After a while, the big boss who had not yet received an answer from Chu Feng simply sat down on the spot.

Chu Feng looked at the Khitan characters that gradually faded under the old monk's axe, although he didn't know the meaning of each word, but he also roughly knew: "Feng'er was one year old, and he went to his grandmother's house with his wife for a banquet, and suddenly encountered the great thief ...... of the Southern Dynasty on the way" With the emergence of this "memory", Chu Feng seemed to be able to see the bloody battle that took place on the not wide mountain road on his left hand more than 20 years ago.

Back then, Xiao Yuanshan took his wife and children to the Central Plains for a banquet. I didn't want to coincide with Xuan Ci and the Central Plains masters who were deceived by Murong Bo, and ambushed the Khitan masters who "went to Shaolin Temple to steal scriptures". The two sides fought a scuffle, which was inexplicable, but they also formed a blood feud. Lao Xiao's beloved wife died, and his only son was raised by the enemy; more than 20 masters in the Central Plains, only four died: Wang Jiantong, the former leader of the beggar gang, Xuan Ci, the current Shaolin abbot, Zhao Qiansun, who lost all his courage in this battle, and Zhiguang, a monk who was wielding an axe.

It's Murong Bo again......

In my memory, the fire in Wanhui Tower is not clear.

Outside Yizhuang in Jincheng, there are dozens of tombstones that don't even have a name or surname.

When Xinyang, the master of Xuanbei who sang Zen with one finger......

The past slowly surfaced in Chu Feng's heart, and he looked down at Du Lingzi, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and asked, "Where is he?"

This sounds a little inexplicable. Turin looked up in surprise. Rhetorical question, "Which one?"

The words stopped, and in the "sonorous" sound of the axe cutting the mountain wall, there was suddenly the sound of horses' hooves.

After a while, the sound of horses' hooves grew. As you can imagine, there are quite a few people.

Chu Feng looked back to the south. Yanmen Pass looms ahead. He secretly said in his heart: "Right now, when the Liao army is arrayed, did it run into a group of people who went to reinforce it?" Du Lingzi, who was still "spreading" on the ground just now, was also a spirit, and rolled up. I touched my hands into my arms, but I felt empty. Only then did he remember that his pair of water splitting thorns had been taken away by Chu Feng.

Monk Zhiguang didn't know if he heard the sound of the approaching horse's hooves, and he still swung his axe. Chu Feng couldn't hide his figure, jumped to the old monk's side, and said, "There is an enemy coming, and please avoid it for a while." "If you want to say that Chu Feng is not afraid of facing the enemy head-on, most of the Liao people are good at shooting. If someone took an arrow at the old monk, he might kill him.

The green tendons on the forehead of the monk Zhiguang protruded, but he didn't hear it. Chu Feng didn't say much more, and with the internal force, a bright green qi appeared on the sword body, and when the dust was wielded, the remaining half of the "suicide note" had turned into dust and fell one after another. It wasn't until the last words faded that Monk Zhiguang seemed to see Chu Feng beside him, and said, "Chu Shaoxia!"

Monk Zhiguang, who came back to his senses, finally heard the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, and saw the Liao warriors galloping on horses from the northwest mountain road, but they had no time to hide.

Zhiguang looked at the group of Khitan warriors with short hair and thick hair and fierce expressions, as if he had returned to the past. When he only saw the fierce faces of the Khitans, he was so shocked that he couldn't hold the blade.

Perhaps it was because I heard the sound of the Zhiguang monk chiseling the wall before, and this group of Khitan warriors was different from the group that sang loudly more than twenty years ago, and they seemed very silent.

Stop!

Chu Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and the singular horse control technique can really be regarded as elite.

"Why are there only three of them?" one of them stepped forward and asked towards Chu Feng. Speaking Chinese, it can't be said to be a correct word, but it also clearly penetrates Chu Feng's ears.

"Did they make an appointment?"

"Are there Han Chinese who collude with them?"

Two thoughts flowed through Chu Feng's heart in an instant, and at this moment, the Liao people who shouted also felt that something was wrong, and said loudly: "Kill!"

At the sound of the order, three people bent their bows and arrows, and "whoosh" sounded continuously, shooting at the three people. The people next to him didn't move, and it was obvious that they were extremely confident in the archery skills of these three people.

It's just that what the Khitan warrior couldn't have imagined was that Chu Feng only waved the iron sword in his hand, and shot down the two feather arrows that were shot at him and Monk Zhiguang. What he didn't expect was that Du Lingzi, who was half-kneeling on the ground, rolled on the spot to avoid the feather arrow, and when he rebounded, he picked up the feather arrow nailed to the ground and rushed directly towards them.

Song Liao's enmity against Chu Feng is concerned, after all, it is obtained on paper, and there is no pain in the skin. Seeing that Du Lingzi didn't want to think about it, he immediately attacked the other party, and only then did he realize why the monk Zhiguang and the others didn't want to see the Khitan warrior back then, so they greeted him with a secret weapon. Chu Feng thought about it for a while, and when he swung his sword again, he was already behind for a moment.

The dozen or so Khitan warriors were not surprised at all when they saw Chu Feng and the others "begging for death", barren mountains and mountains, and running away from them would only result in faster death! A strange Khitan dialect shouted out, and Chu Feng didn't know what it meant, so he saw more than a dozen Khitan warriors forming an irregular arc on the mountain road that was not very narrow.

Bend the bow!

Archery!

When the sword rises, the broken arrows rain down.

The bow and arrow have not been successful, let alone the short-handed soldiers, a group of ordinary soldiers, where is Chu Feng's opponent. It's a pity that the Liao people who can speak Chinese have a strong temperament, and when they saw that the situation was not good, they wanted to throw the silk in their arms towards the mountain stream next to the road. It's a pity that he bit his tongue and died too slowly, and out of the corner of his eye, he could still see Chu Feng's figure flickering, so he grabbed the silk scroll in his hand.

Chu Feng looked at the silk scroll, only glanced at it, and then consciously rolled the silk scroll back. The silk scrolls are full of big Khitan characters, exactly the same as those left by Xiao Yuanshan on the stone wall. Where did Chu Feng recognize this, he waved the silk scroll at Monk Zhiguang and said, "Master Zhiguang, enter the customs." We don't recognize the Khitan word. ”

Zhiguang's eyes lifted from the corpses all over the ground, and suddenly smiled, and said, "The old man knows a little bit about it. His eyes suddenly crossed over Chu Feng, and he clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha", "Senior Brother Xuanci, you are here too......"

Chu Feng turned his head unexpectedly, and saw the direction of Yanmen Pass, a person wearing a big red robe, stepping over.

The thought of "why is he here" in Chu Feng's heart has not stopped, the sound of horses' hooves in the northwest rises again, and as far as the eye can see, a majestic figure believes in the reins of the horse......

This is the third bald head Chu Feng saw today-Xiao Yuanshan!(To be continued......)