The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Ambushed in Chapter 89
The man felt extremely itchy all over his body, as if there were thousands of ants in his body, and sometimes excruciating pain.

After a while, the man finally couldn't bear it any longer, and let out a scream. The scream was so sharp that it made Wen feel terrified.

"Da, Da Xia, spare, spare, I, I said... giggling..."

The man was begging Yang Chengye for mercy while his teeth were chattering.

Muscle-dividing hand is a method in the "Nine Yin Manual", which can make the victim feel unbearable itching, the pain penetrates to the bone marrow, life is worse than death, and there is no other way to relieve the pain except suicide.

Seeing the man begging for mercy, Yang Chengye tapped him a few more times, and the man calmed down in an instant, his clothes were soaked through, and beads of sweat rolled down his face.

Yang Chengye said coldly again: "Answer my question."

The man took a few breaths and said: "Hero, my name is Zajihe, I am from the Tatar tribe in the grassland. Some time ago, our leader Biliecha led the tribal warriors to attack Yanmen Temple, killing many monks, and sent Yanmen The temple was looted."

"I came here today to investigate under the order of the leader, please forgive me."

Hearing this, Song Huilin panicked immediately, and asked, "All killed? Master Kong Ming, the abbot, was also killed by you?"

Zajihe replied: "No, the abbot was seriously injured in order to protect two people, and now they are locked in the tribe."

At this time, Song Huilin took a long breath. Since Zajihe said that Master Kong Ming was seriously injured to protect someone, her father Song Jindao must be among the protectors.

Yang Chengye asked again: "How many people are you here this time?"

Zajihe replied: "There are ten in total, and they are all hiding in the woods."

Yang Chengye winked at Song Huilin, and then said to Zajihe: "Shoot the arrow and let them come and gather."

"this…………"

Zajihe looked at Yang Chengye, a little worried.

Yang Chengye said: "It seems that you haven't had enough of the experience just now, so let's try again."

"No, no, let me let go!"

Zajihe hastily followed Yang Chengye's instructions and shot a loud arrow into the sky.

The sound of the arrow "swish" quickly lifted into the air, followed by a bang in the air.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

At this time, in the woods not far away, there were nine strong men wearing animal skins, animal skin caps, longbows, and scimitars running towards Yang Chengye and the others.

"You should rest for a while!"

Yang Chengye stretched out his finger and pointed at Zajihe's jade pillow point, and Zajihe passed out after blinking his eyelids.

"Young master, why didn't you kill him?"

Song Huilin also saw the nine figures, and then saw that Yang Chengye had fainted Zha Jihe, and asked in puzzlement.

Yang Chengye drew out his long sword and said, "It's still useful to keep him, let's deal with these first."

As I said, I flew up, the long sword in my hand trembled slightly, and stabbed towards the nine strong men.

"Young master, you are still injured, be careful!"

Song Huilin raised her head and reminded Yang Chengye.

"whoosh whoosh"

Suddenly several arrows shot towards Yang Chengye, Yang Chengye swung his long sword and pushed all the arrows away, and then the long sword swept across, and a sharp sword energy shot out, cutting a crack in the ground.

Taking advantage of the smoke and dust blocking the sight of the nine people, Yang Chengye quickly landed among the nine people. Immediately, the swords and swords intersected, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal. In less than a minute, all nine people were decapitated, and all of them were fatally struck.

Seeing Yang Chengye put his sword back into its sheath, Song Huilin hurried over and said with some blame: "My lord, look, the wound is oozing blood again."

Song Huilin said as she untied the white cloth on Yang Chengye's shoulders, reapplied the golden sore medicine and wrapped it up again.

"Miss Song, it's okay. I'm just worried that your father will suffer in the so-called Tatar tribe."

Yang Chengye said: "Kill them so we can rush to save them."

"By the way, Miss Song, I have something to ask."

Yang Chengye walked towards the direction where Zajihe fainted, and asked Song Huilin at the same time.

"My son has something to say, but it's okay to say it."

Song Huilin walked beside Yang Chengye and replied.

Yang Chengye asked: "Did you ever see a monk named Juewu when you were in Yanmen Temple?"

Song Huilin thought for a while and said, "When I went to Yanmen Temple, I saw the abbot, Master Kongming, treating an old monk. I wonder if he is the enlightened master you mentioned."

Hearing this, Yang Chengye nodded and said, "It seems that we must rush to the Tatar tribe as soon as possible."

The two said that they had come to the place where Zajihe fainted. Yang Chengye put Zajihe on the horse's back, and then rode on another horse.

Song Huilin saw that Yang Chengye and Zha Jihe each occupied a horse, and thought: "Isn't he going to take me?"

At this moment, Yang Chengye stretched out his hand, Song Huilin was overjoyed when she saw it, grabbed Yang Chengye's palm, turned over and sat in front of Yang Chengye.

Yang Chengye held Song Huilin in his arms, led another horse, and galloped towards the outside of the Great Wall.

On the way, Yang Chengye patted Zajihe awake, asked the direction of the Tatar tribe, and then made him remain unconscious.

Two days later, Yang Chengye's three men and two riders finally arrived not far from the Tatar tribe outside the Great Wall.

"Hero, my tribe is ten miles ahead, please let me go."

Zha Jihe was awakened by Yang Chengye again, and he immediately knelt down to Yang Chengye.

Yang Chengye thought about it, and felt that this person was useless to him, and Yang Chengye was not a bloodthirsty person. After all, he was a modern person, and he was somewhat resistant to killing people. As for the people he killed before, he had to kill them.

Yang Chengye unlocked Zha Jihe's acupuncture points and let him leave.

Suddenly, Song Huilin flicked the whip, and the tail of the whip immediately wrapped around Zajihe's neck.

"You, you don't talk..."

Zajihe's neck was wrapped, and his face was maroon. Immediately after Song Huilin pulled hard, Zajihe died instantly.

Song Huilin killed Zha Jihe, Yang Chengye kept watching and did not stop him, as if he didn't know Song Huilin.

"My lord, I was afraid that he would go back and report the letter, so I killed him. You don't blame me, do you?"

Song Huilin killed Zha Jihe, and asked Yang Chengye a little nervously.

Yang Chengye looked at the sky and said: "It's nothing, just kill it, we can't ride horses, we have to walk to the Tatar tribe."

"no!"

Song Huilin stopped her and said, "My lord, I grew up in Yanmen, so I know a lot about the weather on the grassland."

"It's going to be dark now, but the sky must be full of moon and stars, and it's easy to expose our whereabouts."

"We will enter the Tatar tribe at midnight. At that time, there will be dark clouds, which can just hide our whereabouts."

Yang Chengye knew nothing about the weather on the grassland, so he asked Song Huilin, "Miss Song, are you serious?"

"Ok!"

Song Huilin nodded and said, "Of course it's true, and there will be heavy rain here in the second half of the night."

Hearing this, Yang Chengye nodded and said, "Then let's rush to the Tatar tribe now, hide in the periphery, and save people after midnight!"

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