Jiaolong Jue

Seeing that everyone was still staying where they were, he didn't know what to do.Wipe the tears off his face, let He Qing and He Li organize their subordinates to cook porridge and continue to help the victims. He walked to Luohan's feet, carried him on his back, and walked into the wooden house.

Although Arhat's feet were weak all over, he could see them all. He lay on top of Tongtianpao, stammering and complaining that he didn't stop the young gang leader. Tongtianpao was ashamed and kept silent. He was placed on the bed where He Qinghe Li slept, came out by himself, and ordered two beggars to take care of the Arhat's feet. He didn't care about eating, so he rode the horse thrown by Shamoke and hurried away.

Here, He Qing told He Li to go to the big boat to find Su Yu and Lu Yun'er.

Xishan is a branch of Taihang Mountain, known as "the head of Taihang Mountain" in ancient times, also known as Xiaoqingliang Mountain.It is like a flying dragon rising from a python, defending the capital from afar in the west, so it is also called "Shenjing's right arm".

Here, not only are the mountains stretching and have high military value, but also the mountains are rolling green, and the Wuding River is mellow with blue waves, passing through it, the scenery is also excellent.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun is still hanging on the top of the mountain, and I can't bear to pass away.

The mountains and forests in all directions have gradually darkened, only in the distance, the high ridges are like golden ribbons, rising and falling one after another, seeming to float slightly in the night wind.

Under the hanging armor tower is the only way to go up the mountain. At this time, there is no human voice, and the top of the high white tower is still dancing with a golden afterglow, which seems to indicate that the night will come at any time.

Suddenly, a rush of horseshoes broke the silence around, and not long after, I saw two people galloping on horseback, had turned the corner, and arrived at the foot of the tower.

The leader was wearing an old Baina robe full of patches, and the belt around his waist was also mottled. His thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his long beard was flying, and his face was full of fear.

He reined in his mount at the intersection, looked up at the white armored tower that looked so abrupt in the dark sky, and thought for a while.

Then, he turned his head and said to the people behind him: "Tongtianpao, I will rush to Dayingwa, Ziyi Camp, to meet that Shamoke and rescue Yiyi. You don't have to follow me, just under this tower, wait I can do it! If I can't come back in two hours, you don't have to wait for me anymore, you have to go back to the beggars' gang immediately, find the elders, and set up another gang leader according to the gang rules! In addition, no matter what, you don't want to come here Rescue! Do you remember?"

Tongtian Pao wiped away tears, and said in a sad voice: "Guild Master, there are tens of thousands of elite soldiers stationed in the Black Clothes Camp, not to mention that it is the old nest of Yulongwei, and there are so many experts. In my opinion, it is better to go back and bring more brothers, so that we can take care of them!"

Ling Jiutian smiled lightly and said: "The road here is steep, and there are heavy troops stationed here. No matter how many people come to our beggar gang, it will not help. At that time, the brothers of the beggar gang will suffer losses for my own selfishness. Why should I feel so sorry for Ling Jiutian? You don't have to Persuade me again! Just follow my orders!"

Seeing that Tongtian Pao could not be persuaded, he insisted on accompanying Ling Jiutian to the Black Clothes Camp.

Ling Jiutian pointed to the white tower above his head and said, "Tongtianpao, do you know the name of this tower?"

Tongtian Pao shook his head and didn't know, Ling Jiutian said loudly: "This tower is called Hanging Armor Tower. During the Northern Song Dynasty, Yang Liulang once garrisoned here. The Khitan led an army of tens of thousands to attack. The government and the public were shaken. Yang Liulang hung his armor on this tower. Up to now, the Liao soldiers saw this and dared not cross the tower, so they had to return! This allusion has been handed down to this day, and every time I think about it, my heart is full of turmoil, how magnificent! A man should be like this! Although I am not as far as Yang Liulang, I am walking alone today What is there to be afraid of when you go to the Black Clothes Camp! You don’t need to say more! Otherwise, you will be dealt with by the gang!”

After finishing speaking, he shook his sleeves and urged the horse to pass through the armored tower and gallop up the mountain.

Leaving the Tongtian Pao behind, he stared at the direction he was heading for, dazed in a daze.

Ling Jiutian rode forward along the side of the ridge, and when he came to the middle of the mountain, the afterglow had already faded and the sky was dark.

Not far away, where two huge ridges intersect, the lights flicker and the walls are high, forming a camp.

Ling Jiutian urged his horse downhill and headed straight for the gate of the camp. Someone on the wall had already seen him and shouted, "Who is it? A military important place, don't come near it!"

After all, the bowstrings were pulled up one after another, and countless arrows appeared at the perforation of the wall, pointing at the people below, shining coldly.

Ling Jiutian reined in his mount, raised his head and shouted, "Where is Shamoke? Go and let him come out to see me!"

Someone muttered something on the wall of the stronghold, and replied: "Lord Zuoyi Changsha Moke, today I went to the Qin Palace for business. If you are not in the camp, you should come back tomorrow!"

It turned out that the dark-clothed camp was divided into left and right wings, and Shamoke was the head of the left wing.

Ling Jiutian was eager to save the girl, he just thought it was Sha Moke who deliberately didn't see him, so he didn't want to wait, he still stood where he was and shouted: "Sha Moke asked me to come, today I came, and he hid inside and refused to see me , What is the reason? You open the gate of the village with me quickly! Let me go in to find him! Otherwise, don’t blame me for breaking in!”

The Black Clothes Camp is subordinate to the most elite division of King Qin, under the command of Yulongwei. These people are all extraordinary in skill and incomparably coquettish. Even princes and nobles would not dare to offend them lightly, let alone ride alone. , and made rude remarks, and kept saying that he was going to break into the door.

The man on the wall of the stronghold said angrily: "Look at your rags, you are just a poor man, you are so brave! You dare to insult the leader of the left wing and break through the gate! Don't go, wait for Mr. Ben Feiqi to meet you personally you!"

After finishing speaking, Qi Heng stepped down the wooden ladder "bang bang bang", with a loud roar, the gate of the village was opened, Ling Jiutian was riding on the horse, his long beard fluttered in the wind, and his body remained motionless.

Looking up, he saw a man dressed in black, very majestic, dancing the barbed wire in the air, urging his horse to go straight to Ling Jiutian.

When Ling Jiutian was approaching, he didn't answer, but let out a roar, and the barbed wire whirled a hurricane, hitting Ling Jiutian's chest directly.

Ling Jiutian felt even more resentful when he saw how vicious he was attacking. He swung the horse's head with his right hand and dodged the thunderbolt. Retracting the barbed caltrop, grasping the iron chain with his left hand and throwing it immediately, rushing to the back of Jiutian.

Ling Jiutian was in a hurry, there was no time to delay with him, he stepped hard, and his figure fluttered, he had already jumped over the horse's back, and arrived behind the flying cavalry captain.

Captain Flying Cavalry threw the terrier, but Ling Jiutian disappeared in an instant. He felt dissatisfied and was still looking around. Ling Jiutian raised his hand and grabbed his neck, and lifted it gently.

Captain Flying Cavalry didn't know what had happened, his body was already flying straight up, hanging on the wooden ledge protruding from the gatehouse, swinging back and forth.

Ling Jiutian didn't even look at him, and urged his horse to force his way in. Captain Feiqi hung there, with no one to support him, and couldn't get off for a while, so he had to call for people to surround Ling Jiutian.

In a blink of an eye, from the door, "Hula La" rushed out dozens of horsemen and horses, surrounded Ling Jiutian in the center, shouting and howling, each armed with a weapon, and rushed towards Ling Jiutian. .

Ling Jiutian waved a pair of fleshy palms, slashing from left to right, without fear.

Outside the gate, one could only hear the thunderclap of the palm, and the whistling of the palm wind, just like the wrath of the gods, stirring up the rolling thunder.

Every time there was a bang, several black-clothed men would roll off their horses, and within a short time, more than half of the dozens of black-clothed men had been injured, and the dead bodies were lying on the ground, bloodstained.

The rest of the black-clothed men had to retreat one after another, and with the sound of horseshoes scattered, nearly a hundred more people rushed to fight with Ling Jiutian.

The soldiers of the Black Clothes Camp are composed of elites selected from various military camps. They are directly under the supervision of the Four Golden Guards of Yulongwei.

Even ordinary fighters in the Jianghu might not necessarily be their opponents in a one-on-one confrontation. Compared with ordinary soldiers, one against ten is no problem.

More than 100 people were guarded outside their own gates, and they were ridden alone with bare hands, killing countless casualties and bleeding all over the ground. This is really unprecedented.

All the black clothes were horrified, but all were furious. In order to save some face, they all surrounded Ling Jiutian like crazy and fought desperately.

Seeing the passage of time, there were no less than a hundred dead bodies on the ground, but the men in black around Ling Jiutian were killing more and more, and they kept swarming from the gate.

Ling Jiutian was surrounded by siege, with a pair of fleshy palms, he slapped left and right, although he was still powerful and fierce, but because he was worried and anxious to save his daughter, he couldn't help becoming anxious.

He didn't want to be entangled with them anymore, so he made a secret plan. He stood on the back of the horse, and at the same time his body was turning around, a pair of palms crossed and clapped out, and thunder burst, and the black-clothed men who were not far away from him were blown away. They got off their horses one after another.

At the moment when everyone retreated, he jumped away from the horse and went straight to the man in black in the direction of the gate.

When it was approaching, he volleyed forcefully and slapped out with a single palm. With a "bang" and a scream, the man in black let go and threw the weapon, and his body flew out spinning.

Ling Jiutian stepped a little on top of his horse's head, and his figure had already caught up. Facing the rolling body, "Boom" slapped him again. That body was like a cannonball, moving forward at a very high speed, knocking down several people in an instant.

While the black-clothed men were in a daze, Ling Jiutian had already approached and slapped three palms in succession. Before the black-clothed men could respond, they were kicked off their horses in a daze.

Looking up, Ling Jiutian tapped the saddle of a horse with his toes, and at the same time he jumped up, he slapped down several people, and reached out to grab the flying cavalry who was still hanging from a high place. One leg of the captain, the body turned upwards with force, the skirt of the flying cavalry captain was torn, and the body fell down, while Ling Jiutian had already used his strength to jump up the gate tower, jumped over the gate tower again, and floated into the camp.

A man in black saw it, greeted him, and followed closely.

Ling Jiutian didn't know the way. When he was running, he looked up and saw a big house on the left at the end of the camp. There was a row of lanterns hanging on the door, and the lights were dim.

There are many black-clothed men guarding around, and the security is tight. I guess in my heart, since Shamoko is the leader of the left wing, his office must be on the left.Therefore, I turned around the side road and went straight to this mansion.