Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 39

Sooner or later, a long arrow with a black rod broke through the rain curtain and flew straight towards Song Qingshu's throat. The speed was extremely fast, and he arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

And Song Qingshu was comforting Yang Yaoqin, as if he didn't see the long arrow.

Chang Yuchun on the side had a lot of experience fighting the Mongols after all, and he was quite familiar with the methods of the Mongols. He was about to remind Song Qingshu to avoid being hurt by the arrows, but before he could say anything, the long arrows had already struck , The only thing that blurted out was "Be careful".

Seeing that Song Qingshu was about to die on the spot in the next moment, suddenly a slender jade-white hand stretched out, and at this critical moment, he held the gleaming arrowhead between the two slender jade fingers so that he could not make an inch of it.

It turned out that it was Yang Yaoqin who caught the long arrow, the scene was really thrilling, the tail feathers of the long arrow were still trembling slightly, but the arrow was firmly caught between the two fingers, it was really a journey between life and death suffer.

But Song Qingshu didn't change his face, he looked down at the long arrow, took the arrow from Yang Yaoqin's hand, broke the arrow shaft from it, and raised his hand, the arrow flew at a faster speed with half of the arrow shaft After going out, he disappeared without a trace as soon as he shot, and the next moment there was a scream in the woods outside the door.

It was only at this time that Chang Yuchun realized that the delicate and beautiful little girl was also a master with deep inner strength, at least the moment he caught the arrow just now, Chang Yuchun thought he couldn't do it.

This two dolls, male and female, really should not be underestimated.

Just as Chang Yuchun was thinking, Monk Peng over there had already commanded everyone to meet the enemy.

"Brother Liehuoqi, can you use kerosene?" Monk Peng shouted loudly.

One person answered him: "Buddha, it's raining heavily, I'm afraid the oil will burn back."

The Mingjiao Five Elements Banner is divided into fire, flood, thick soil, giant wood and sharp gold.This time, Monk Peng is accompanied by a disciple of Li Huo Qi. Li Huo Qi is good at using kerosene and brimstone bombs, which can usually cause great damage to the enemy, but it is also more affected by the environment.For example, if it rains heavily today, the lethality of the fire oil will be greatly reduced, and the oil will float on the water and flow with the water, and it may burn itself back, which is why the disciple of the fire flag said so.

"Then wait for these Mongolian Tartars to approach and send them to bliss!" Peng Yingyu roared, and the rest of the crowd shouted loudly in response.

Chang Yuchun shouted at this moment: "Where are Wang Baolin and Jiang Kun?" The two he was talking about were the disciples who were in charge of guarding. At this moment, the enemy had already approached him, but there were no two warnings. Chang Yuchun knew it well in his heart. , I am afraid that the two of them are already in danger.

At this moment, there were several screams of pain from the Mongolian soldiers outside the temple, and everyone looked outside the temple one after another, only to see two Mingjiao disciples being dragged like dead pigs by the Mongols with ropes around their necks. He came out, and was kneeled and tied to the open space outside the temple, just enough for everyone in the temple to see clearly.

The two men had disheveled hair and blood stains all over their bodies. Although they were tied up, they struggled to stand up and cursed loudly at the Mongols. Seeing that the two men did not kneel, two Mongolian soldiers knocked on one of the two men's knees. They knelt on the ground helplessly, and then they were kicked down by those two Mongolian soldiers, stomping on their heads with their feet. Even so, the two Mingjiao disciples were still swearing There was quite a sense of pride that birthdays were ignored.

Chang Yuchun recognized the two and exclaimed: "Baolin, Jiang Kun!"

Peng Yingyu frowned and looked outside the temple, thinking about how to save the two.

The Mingjiao disciples in the temple all gritted their teeth, and drew their long knives out of their sheaths, wishing they could go out and save people right now.

At this time, a Mongolian general who was obviously different from other Mongolians came out and shouted into the temple: "Listen! The great Mongolian warriors don't need prisoners! I will cut off their heads by counting dozens, don't want to If you end up like them, hand over your things! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

After the Mongolian general finished speaking, he counted "one".

The people in the temple couldn't hold back any longer and asked for a fight one after another.

Chang Yuchun also said to Monk Peng: "Buddha! Let the brothers save people! You can't just watch Baolin and Jiang Kun die!"

"Yes, Lord Buddha!"

"Save Baolin and Jiang Kun!"

But Peng Yingyu's face was serious, and she didn't agree with them to go out to save people, because he knew that once they lost the support of the house, the dozens of them were really not enough to kill the group of Mongolians outside, but if they didn't save them, they would share the joys and sorrows The brothers who fought against the Tartars were about to die, and it was impossible for anyone to remain indifferent.

Peng Yingyu was in a dilemma for a while, and at this moment, the Mongolian general chopped off Jiang Kun's left hand with a single knife. Jiang Kun was also a man, and he only let out a muffled groan, and bit his lips with his teeth, biting hard. Try not to make a sound.

Seeing this situation, Chang Yuchun had bulging veins on his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "Buddha! If you don't save him, you will die!"

Peng Yingyu stood up and shouted to Song Qingshu: "Song Shaoxia, I know that your Wudang faction can't afford my Mingjiao, but we are all Han people. Monk, I want to ask Song Shaoxia to ask Song Shaoxia to agree!"

Song Qingshu looked at Peng Yingyu, he saw the kindness and righteousness of this group of people, this reminded him of his father and six uncles, isn't it just so kind and righteous, so he nodded: "Please say .”

Peng Yingyu said loudly: "Monk, I'm going to save my brother now. It's up to me whether I will come back or not. I know Song Shaoxia has profound martial arts skills, so I definitely don't take these Mongolian Tartars seriously, but monk, I implore Song Shaoxia to come back soon Before leaving, burn the three wooden boxes with fire, and leave here as quickly as possible, the farther the better!"

"What's in that box?" Song Qingshu asked.

Peng Yingyu said: "We stole the gunpowder from the Mongols!"

"What is gunpowder?"

This time it was the turn of Peng Yingyu and the others to be astonished. Seeing that Song Qingshu didn't seem to amuse them, they said to him: "It's a kind of black powder that burns when exposed to fire, and will explode in a sealed space! Once these gunpowder explode, here None of the people including the Mongols outside can survive!"

After Song Qingshu heard this, he knew that Peng Yingyu already had a death wish in her heart, and she was going to use her life to lure the Mongolians outside to be buried with her.

"Master Peng should light the fire himself." Song Qingshu shook his head and said.

"Huh?" Peng Yingyu didn't expect Song Qingshu to reject him.

I saw Song Qingshu looking out the door, and the pattering rain curtain became thinner and thinner.

"If you want to kill my son of the Han family, you must first ask me about the sharp sword in my hand!" Song Qingshu raised his hand after saying that, and saw a long sword behind Yang Yaoqin flying over and falling into his hand.

Between this movement and stillness, it is full of chic.

"Hahaha!" Peng Yingyu laughed, "Song Shaoxia wait a minute, these tartars are here for my Mingjiao people, how dare you bother Wudang young hero to take action. Song Shaoxia is optimistic!"

After Peng Yingyu finished speaking, without waiting for Song Qingshu to answer, she shouted: "The Buddha is here, and the Tartars will die!"

After saying that, he ran out of the ruined temple first, followed by Chang Yuchun and the others, all rushed out.

The Mongols outside the temple didn't expect this group of people to rush out, and they were thrown into disarray for a while. Peng Yingyu went straight to the Mongolian general, and the two of them came to the opponent. place.

That Mongolian general was also a fierce fighter who licked blood with a knife head. Seeing a monk with a bald head attacking him, he leaned back and swung his scimitar in front of him, almost hitting Peng Yingyu.

Peng Yingyu missed a hit, saw the scimitar attacking, she clamped the scimitar with both palms and couldn't move, then clenched her right hand with luck and slashed down on the blade of the scimitar, directly chopping the scimitar in two Half.

Seeing that the weapon in his hand was interrupted, the Mongolian general couldn't help but scrambled and ran towards the rear of the large army in horror, shouting in Mongolian while running.

Peng Yingyu wanted to throw half of the blade, but when she heard the Mongolian general's words, she hurriedly shouted: "Dodge, the Tartars shoot arrows!"

At this time, a long black arrow pierced through the cracks in the leaves and shot straight at Peng Yingyu's neck. At the critical moment, Peng Yingyu put half of the blade in her hand across her chest, barely blocking the arrow. Shocked by the tremendous force, he lowered his head and saw a long, dark arrow piercing the blade, and the arrow barely pierced through the blade, revealing a half-inch-long tip, only half a point away. pierced his throat.

Peng Yingyu suddenly felt her body dripping with cold sweat, and shouted again: "There are eagle shooters!"

But his voice was overwhelmed by the whistling sound produced by a hundred long arrows.

When the long arrow flew over, Chang Yuchun was fighting with a Mongolian soldier. Hearing Peng Yingyu's shout, he hugged the Mongolian soldier and turned over to the ground. In the next moment, dozens of long arrows roared towards him. , densely filled the ground in front of the ruined temple, and some even shot into the temple through the doors and windows, but were blocked by Song Qingshu's raised hand.

Even though Peng Yingyu gave a warning in advance, several Mingjiao disciples were still shot by long arrows, and they immediately fell to the ground bleeding.

Seeing that the arrow didn't have much effect, the Mongolian general shouted and ordered the soldiers to shoot arrows again, so the soldiers immediately strung up their bows again and fired another round of volleys.

"Avoid the rain of arrows!" Peng Yingyu saw several disciples go to rescue the brother who was knocked down by the first round of arrows just now, and shouted again, but it was too late, the second round of arrow rain fell again, and the ground fell again. A few more people were bleeding.

Two rounds of arrow rain fell, and the number of Mingjiao disciples, who were already small, has been reduced by one-third at this moment, but the arrows from the Mongols' side have almost been shot.

This Mongolian team was not the main force in the pursuit, and they didn't bring much supplies, otherwise, when they first arrived at the ruined temple, they would have been served by two rounds of arrow rain.

At this moment, the means of long-distance attack was gone, so the only way to carry it was with human life. The Mongolian general shouted loudly, and all the Mongolian soldiers threw down their longbows, drew out their scimitars, and approached Peng Yingyu and others step by step.

Chang Yuchun saw that the Mongols didn't shoot any more arrows, so he kicked away the Mongolian soldiers who had been tied into a sieve, rolled to the wounded Mingjiao disciples on the spot, and bandaged them to stop the bleeding.

The rest of the Mingjiao people killed the surviving Mongols one by one, and then dragged the shot dead and injured companions to the temple.

At this time, the leading Mongolian soldiers were only a few feet away from them. Peng Yingyu jumped directly to the upper part of the tree trunk, clasped the bark tightly with both hands, and slowly moved to the top of the branch like a gecko, using the dense leaves to hide. Looking at his own figure, he searched for the Mongolian general just now. He knew whether his group of people could survive today, and it depended on whether he could kill this Mongolian general.

Under the tree, Chang Yuchun and others helped several injured brothers back into the ruined temple. At this moment, Song Qingshu in the temple was standing next to the three wooden boxes, opening a wooden box and looking at the gunpowder inside.

Song Qingshu saw that all the disciples of the Ming Sect had squeezed into the ruined temple again, but they suffered heavy casualties. Jiang Kun and Wang Baolin, who were captured alive just now, now had their backs full of arrows. When the Mongols shot arrows, they were still tied up and had no time to escape. .

Chang Yuchun saw Song Qingshu standing next to the wooden box, thought he was about to light the wooden box, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother Song, stop!"

Song Qingshu turned around and said, "I didn't intend to do anything."

Only then did Chang Yuchun let out a long breath, and sat down on the ground, but his mouth was still directing everyone to meet the enemy.

"Zhao Si, take a few brothers to guard the windows on both sides, come in and chop one by one."

"San Yazi guards the gate, no one can let in!"

"The rest pay attention to the roof, and watch out for the tartars coming down from above."

"Hey? Has anyone seen Buddha?"

"He won't run, will he?"

"Fuck off!"

(End of this chapter)