Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 61 Making Dumplings

As the Mingjiao disciples chanted the scriptures in unison, the onlookers on the long street suddenly became quiet. Feeling this kind of scriptures that are completely different from those in the Central Plains, they felt a little chilled in their hearts.

The Emei Sect is similar to the Wudang Sect. Although only the head of the sect and a few elders of the sect are monks, the disciples of the sect also participate in the study of scriptures, so at this moment, the scriptures read by the disciples of the Ming Sect are horrified. If all the disciples of the Ming Sect are like this , That's really terrifying. This kind of slogan-like scriptures is the easiest to give people a sense of dependence and accomplishment. No wonder Mingjiao has developed so fast, and it is inseparable from this religious culture.

Soon, the corpses of all Mingjiao disciples were packed up, and the three large boxes in the courtyard were also carried out and loaded on a carriage.

Seeing this, Monk Peng said to Song Qingshu: "Song Shaoxia, Wuchang will be in chaos today, please leave early to avoid harm to Chiyu."

Song Qingshu asked: "Are you still planning to continue the incident?"

Zhou Dian interjected from the side: "It's a shitty thing, dead or injured, it's not bad if you don't get dumplings made by the Tartars."

Seeing his vulgarity, Monk Peng stopped him immediately, and then said to Song Qingshu: "Thanks to the Emei Sect and Song Shaoxia today, all disciples suffered heavy casualties. We have to hide first and find another opportunity."

Although Peng Yingyu said she was grateful for Song Qingshu's life-saving grace, and swore off her finger, but this person spoke straightforwardly, and did not tact in the slightest because of Song Qingshu's kindness to him.

Song Qingshu could hear that he was angry, but it had nothing to do with him, so he said: "Well, let's not bother, what you Mingjiao does is none of my Wudang's business, as for hindering your plan, then you Let’s find another suitable time.”

Zhou Dian snorted coldly, and said to Monk Peng: "Let's go, Monk, Ruijin Qi has made a lot of noise all the way here, and the Mongols are not stupid, don't wait until they are really dumped."

Monk Peng nodded, and saluted Song Qingshu again. Song Qingshu saw that the little finger of his left hand had been bandaged, but there was faint blood oozing out, but Monk Peng didn't change his expression. Song Qingshu thought to himself, he really is a man.

So he also hugged Monk Peng, neither of them said anything about the scene, and each took care of their own people and prepared to leave.

But who knows that at this moment, a whistling sound suddenly came from the sky, and when they looked up, their expressions changed drastically.

Monk Peng shouted: "Hide quickly!" After saying that, he pulled Zhou Dian beside him, and rushed into the nearby shop.

And Song Qingshu also swung the Yitian sword, and suddenly kicked Ren Laifeng and Liu Sipiao, kicking them directly into the shop next to him, then he rushed in quickly, pulling Ji Xiaofu with one hand and Yang Yaoqin with the other .

As for the other Mingjiao disciples who were clever, as soon as Monk Peng said something, they hid under the chariot and horses without even thinking about it, and there was this immature one who didn't know what happened, stood on the spot and looked around, and some of them were caught by his side. The old man hid, but some were not so lucky.

The next moment, a spiked arrow plunged straight into the ground, the arrow sank deep into the soil, and the snow-white feathers on the high tail were still trembling slightly.

One, two, ten, hundreds, almost hundreds of spiked arrows densely covered the entire long street. This rain of arrows was more violent and dense than the rain of arrows from Rui Jinqi just now, and it did not give people the slightest hint of pain. Room to breathe.

The disciple of the Ming Cult who was standing there stupidly just now was poked into a hedgehog by the rain of arrows before he had time to dodge.

Lying in the shop, Zhou Dian looked at the dense rain of arrows outside, and cursed: "Fucking Mongolian Tartars!"

Monk Peng hurriedly stood up, walked towards the door, and said as he walked: "Shut your crow's mouth!" The last three words were actually shouted out, which shows how angry Monk Peng was.

Originally it was the Mingjiao who went to attack the Tartars, but now it was easy to attack and defend. Seeing that his brothers suffered heavy casualties, how could he not be angry? I couldn't help but burst into tears, and my heart ached like a knife.

There were more than a hundred Ruijin Banner disciples, more than a dozen of them were squeezed under the carriage, some couldn't get in, and their thighs were exposed, and they had been shot into rotten flesh by the arrow rain.

And this is considered lucky, more people not only had their legs smashed, but their whole bodies were also shot into hedgehogs. Looking around, dozens of such "hedgehogs" had already been lying down on the long street.

But fortunately, it was Monk Peng who yelled, and fortunately, most of the veterans brought out this time were more experienced veterans. When the arrow rain hit, they all looked for places to hide. In the open plains, it is not difficult to find a place to "shelter the rain".

But even so, the reduction of [-] to [-]% made it difficult for Monk Peng to accept, but he had to accept it.

Soon, the rain of arrows became sparse, until the last mace pierced the ground, and the entire long street was empty. The dense arrows covered all the places that could be covered on the entire long street, heading towards a shrunken woods. In general, the Mingjiao disciples on the long street turned into mud.

Monk Peng suddenly stepped out of the shop and shouted at the Mingjiao disciples: "Go! Everyone, go!"

Zhou Dian rushed out and asked, "Where are those things and corpses?"

Monk Peng slapped Zhou Dian on the face, and shouted loudly: "No more! Don't fucking want it!"

Zhou Dian spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground with a "poof", and carefully saw that there were still two teeth in the blood, he squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Let's all go!"

Both of them know that their group of people has been made dumplings by the Mongols, so they can only give up everything for now, and leave here first. Can't run.

After hearing the words of the two leaders, the Mingjiao disciples put down their longbows one after another, pulled out the javelins behind their backs, and rushed towards the street.

But at this moment, a voice came from above his head.

"All the rebels today, none of them can go away!"

Everyone looked up, and saw that a high platform was erected by someone in the distance, about two or three feet away. Several people stood on the high platform, and they could see the situation of the long street clearly.

The next moment, Mongolian soldiers appeared densely on the roofs on both sides of the long street. Everyone was holding a longbow and scimitar at the waist.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Ming Cult gathered into battle circles one after another, all facing the direction of the Mongolian soldiers, while Monk Peng and Zhou Dian also stood back to back, staring at the high platform with burning eyes.

Monk Peng looked at the current situation and knew that he couldn't leave. Even if he and Zhou Dian could escape, those Mingjiao brothers would definitely not be able to leave, and he, Monk Peng, had no plans to leave.

"Monk! It looks like the two of us are going to confess here, do you have any last words?" Zhou Dian said.

"Last words! You should ask the Tartars who will be killed by me later!" Monk Peng spoke forcefully.

Then I saw him asking the people on the high platform in the distance: "Grandpa's men don't kill nameless ghosts, so I will report you!"

At this moment, a man dressed as a high-ranking Mongolian official on the high platform took two steps forward, looked at Monk Peng at his feet, and said: "I am still stubborn when I am about to die. This official is Wen Zhilin, You Chenglin, Xiangyang Road."

"So it's you, the traitor!" Monk Peng shouted loudly, "The traitor who betrayed his ancestors and defected to the Mongolian Tartars!"

Lin Zhiwen's face changed suddenly when these two traitors yelled out. He must have gone through a lot of pain and twists and turns to be able to sit on a high position in Mongolia as a Han. No one would know, but the person who can sit in this seat must not be an ordinary person.

Lin Zhiwen's mansion is quite deep, but he also looked embarrassed. He comforted himself and said that there is no need to have the same knowledge as a dying person.So he said: "Rebel, let's you run rampant, I want to see how hard your bones are under the sharp arrows of my Mongolian warrior."

After finishing speaking, he said something to a black-haired Mongolian beside him, and the Mongolian took out a huge bow from behind. The body of the bow was as black as ink, but the strings were as white as snow. device.

The black-haired Mongolian pulled out a long arrow with a black shaft from his quiver. The arrow was a bit larger than ordinary arrows, with a cold light shining on it, and many barbs.

The black-haired Mongolian drew the bow and set the arrow, took a deep breath, and suddenly pulled the huge bow in his hand to a full circle. His arms were muscular, and the veins on his neck and face were bulging, but he didn't let out a breath, and his hands were as steady as Mount Tai.

The arrow of the long black arrow was aimed at Monk Peng.

With an exhalation, the long black arrow came out of the bow. One moment it was still in the hands of the Mongols, and the next moment it reached Monk Peng's throat.

Zhou Dian who was at the side watched carefully, but before he could say caution, the long arrow flew through the air, and he was about to kill Monk Peng without giving him a chance to breathe.

Monk Peng had experienced the Mongolian archery skills. When he saw a Mongolian on the high platform drawing a bow and setting an arrow, he knew that the opponent must have excellent archery skills, and he might even be a carving shooter.

He had been prepared for a long time in his heart, and he also knew that Mongols are good at shooting people's throats, and he likes to watch their prey struggle, so he folded his body back and managed to avoid the long black arrow, but the barb on the arrow was still there. It crossed the tip of his nose and forehead, drawing a red line on his face.

"Go!" The long arrow pierced deeply into the soil, making a muffled sound.

Monk Peng turned around and asked first, and hooked his fingers at the black-haired Mongolian, looking provocative, but the red line spread on his face, and the bright red blood flowed out, covering his face, looking like a kind The feeling of hell.

While hooking his fingers, he said to Zhou Dian: "I will lead that eagle shooter away, you go and kill Lin Zhiwen, and let the brothers disperse and flee." Madden replied, turned around and ran towards the end of the street.

Zhou Dian knew that Monk Peng was going to sacrifice himself to create opportunities for him. The saying to capture the thief first has been a wise saying since ancient times. Only by distracting the eagle shooter can he touch the high platform to assassinate Lin Zhiwen. , and only by killing Lin Zhiwen, can these Mingjiao brothers have a chance of survival.

But when he thought that his old friends for many years might be separated from each other, Zhou Dian felt a surge of grief, and then turned into anger, watching the figure of the black-haired Mongolian on the high platform jumping onto the roof with his quiver on his back , The bang bang of the teeth biting.

When Lin Zhiwen saw the black-haired Mongol jumping down, he blew his beard and stared angrily, but the Mongol was a carving shooter, and he was a master of carving. He was only sent to assist him, or to supervise him. He, Lin Zhiwen, was not yet capable of ordering the other party.

He knew the Mongols were stupid sometimes, but he didn't expect to be this stupid.Can't even see such an obvious plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain?
But no matter what he said, the eagle shooter just didn't listen, jumped off the high platform and went to chase and kill the bald man who was not shot to death by him but who took the initiative to provoke him.

Only Lin Zhiwen and two guards were left on the high platform, fluttering in the wind.

(End of this chapter)