Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 153 Donghai Medicine Master Huang, his fiancée arrives (please subscribe)
Boo!
At this time, a long eagle cry came from the distant sky, and before it stopped, the second eagle cry was already heard.

"This sound?"

"How is it possible? Did I hear wrong?"

Li Mochou and Ma Yu, who were fighting in the valley, couldn't help but change their expressions and quickly looked towards the sky.

I saw a pair of white eagles fluttering their wings in the sky and galloping towards them.

At the same time, two horses were galloping and neighing, like arrows leaving the string, coming through the wind and snow.

Howling!
It seemed that they had been running for a long time, and the muzzles and bodies of the two horses were surrounded by white mist, as if they were flying in the clouds in the wind and snow.

"Guo Jing?!"

"Their target is Jing'er?"

Ma Yu's expression changed drastically and he shouted: "If Jing'er comes here, there will probably be problems in Xiangyang City."

"The Mongols want to divert the tiger away from the mountains and attack Xiangyang City in a large scale."

In the sky, two white eagles flapped their wings and soared, and a strong and hoarse voice resounded throughout the world.

"I wonder where this traitor went to such trouble to lure me here from Xiangyang? Why don't you show up quickly!"

However, after Master Zicong, who was standing on the cliff, heard this voice, his expression suddenly changed, and he said in a gloomy tone: "The person here is not Guo Jing."

Everyone around him couldn't help being slightly startled when he heard this. Even Xiaoxiangzi asked with some doubts: "I heard this man's voice was strong and powerful, and when he roared, it was like a thousand troops roaring in all directions."

"Obviously, the internal strength is both strong and soft, and it has reached an incredible level."

"This person has such profound internal energy and is accompanied by two white eagles. Who else could it be if he wasn't Guo Jing?"

Master Zicong sighed and said, "I have heard about the deeds of the Golden Sword Prince Consort Guo Jing. He is in his prime, and he has always had a loyal and upright character. His voice must be strong and strong, full of righteousness."

"However, the person who just had the roar, although his internal strength is also unfathomable, there is a trace of vicissitudes in his voice that cannot be concealed. He must be an elder of considerable age."

As he spoke, he turned and left without hesitation, "With Guo Jing's character and intelligence, it is impossible for him to see through my strategy."

"I have long heard that Huang Rong, the daughter of Huang Yaoshi in the East China Sea, married Guo Jing. This Mrs. Guo is not only as beautiful as a flower, but also knowledgeable and resourceful. She even received Wu Mu's suicide note. It can be said that she is as good as any other woman."

"It seems that this Mrs. Guo is the one who spied on my plan this time. Qiao Huangrong is indeed worthy of her reputation. She has not been in the world for more than ten years, and she taught me a lesson as soon as she took action."

"As expected, there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the mountains. Don't be careless!"

This master Zicong worked carefully, one step after another. He was able to have an overview of the overall situation with a small and broad mind, but he had no intention of gain or loss. When he saw something was not going well, he immediately retreated without any hesitation.

Especially when Huang Rong saw through his plan, not only was he not angry, but his enemies praised him and alerted him.

This person's mind and courage are truly extraordinary!
Nimoxing beside him asked in confusion: "If it's not Guo Jing, who else can control these two white eagles and possess such unpredictable internal skills."

Master Zicong smiled faintly and said: "If I guessed correctly, the person who came here should be Donghai Huang Yaoshi who participated in the Huashan Sword Discussion and was known as Dongxie."

"This and Guo Jing are Weng's sons-in-law. Although they are not stationed in Xiangyang City all year round, they will definitely help Guo Jing at critical moments. This is also a big worry for us."

He paused for a moment before speaking to the people around him.

"We have gone through so much trouble this time and cannot kill Guo Jing, so let's kill Huang Yaoshi and everyone here first."

"First, I'll break Guo Jing's arm, and second, I'll teach the Quanzhen Sect a lesson. We can't touch Qiu Chuji. If we kill the others, we'll kill him."

"As for Li Mochou's head, remember to send it to the royal court. Then it will be hung outside the golden tent, so that everyone will know the consequences of those who dare to kill the golden bloodline."

Nimoxing and Xiaoxiangzi looked at each other and said in unison: "Yes."

"Everyone, since Guo Jing has not left Xiangyang, it will be difficult to conquer Xiangyang City in a short time."

"The young monk is no longer needed here. I will leave first and pay my respects to Prince Kublai Khan."

"I'll leave this to you..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already drifted away.

From the beginning to the end, he never showed up in person, coming and going without a trace, only planning and setting up the situation behind the scenes.

However, the martial arts masters present treated him with great respect, obeyed his words, and did not dare to neglect him.

After Master Zicong left, Nimoxing glanced at the direction of the white eagle, snorted coldly and said: "It's a pity that Master Zicong had already planned it, otherwise I really want to go and meet that one of the five great masters of the Central Plains." Huang Yaoshi of Donghai."

Xiao Xiangzi said in a cold voice: "You and I are only between the two in terms of strength, but that Donghai Huang Yaoshi still has a head start on me. Even if you try to show off your strength, you cannot be his opponent."

"Don't waste any more words here. Start as soon as possible to cut off the heads of Ma Yu and Li Mochou and complete the mission of this trip. This is the most important thing."

Nimoxing's pupils widened and he scolded: "Old zombie, do you want to teach me a lesson?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I will kill Li Mochou's disciple first, and then I will help you."

"Go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped directly from the top of the cliff. During the fall, he struck the cliff wall with the snake-shaped whip in his hand. It was like a giant python leaping between the cliffs, killing towards the bottom of the valley extremely quickly.

Xiaoxiangzi didn't hesitate when he saw this. He also used Qinggong and quickly fell from the top of the cliff.

Woohoo!Woohoo!
Around the Broken Heart Valley, a horn sound suddenly sounded, echoing on the cliffs.

At least thousands of Mongolian elite soldiers, carrying scimitars at their waists and holding crossbows, appeared on the surrounding cliffs. The darkness was like a tidal wave. There was no need for any shouts of killing. The aura of killing that came towards your face was frightening. .

"kill!"

"Kill! Kill!"

As the deafening shouts of killing rang out, arrows rained down from the sky!

shhhhh!

Amidst countless piercing sounds, an overwhelming rain of arrows shot towards the entire valley, covering all the injured Quanzhen disciples who fell to the ground.

Obviously, this is to catch all the people in the valley and kill them all, leaving no one behind.

After the rain of arrows, hundreds of carefully selected masters from the Mongolian army, led by Nimoxing and Xiaoxiangzi, surrounded them and completely blocked the entire valley.

Ma Yu frowned and no longer cared about acting with Li Mochou. He flew forward and waved the fly whisk in his hand to sweep away the large rain of arrows and protect the Quanzhen disciples behind him.

When Lu Nianchou saw this, he also took action at the same time, slashing with his left and right swords, and even blocked him with his body, protecting the Quanzhen disciple who fell to the ground behind him like a copper wall.

puff!puff!puff!

Even though there were two people guarding them, the dense rain of arrows shot down was so dense that it was difficult to completely block it. If there were more than a dozen Quanzhen disciples, their bodies would be directly pierced by the iron arrows.

"Ah...ah..." "It hurts!"

"I don't want to die..."

Accompanied by scarlet blood splashing and tragic wails of pain, more than a dozen Quanzhen disciples were directly shot by iron arrows and turned into a hornet's nest. Their flesh and blood were mangled, and they died tragically on the spot.

"Everyone retreat behind the boulders under the cliffs of the valley!" Ma Yu roared as he swept away the rain of arrows with a whisk.

The face of the Quanzhen disciple who survived by chance changed drastically, and his aura dropped to freezing point. He was full of fear and despair. He no longer cared about his injuries and hurriedly hid behind the rocks.

Li Mochou saw this and remained silent, but did not help.

She had no friendship with the Quanzhen Sect and had had many conflicts before. The reason why she agreed to cooperate with Ma Yu just now was just for Lu Nianchou's sake.

But it was impossible for her to save these Quanzhen disciples who had just shouted to kill her!
Red Lian Fairy Li Mochou has never been a good man or woman. She will retaliate and be ruthless. This is her true nature.

The arrow rain on the surrounding cliffs has just ended.

clatter!clatter!clatter!
At the entrance of the valley, hundreds of Mongolian cavalry stood silently behind the woods like rocks, and it was not until this moment that they suddenly launched.

call out!call out!call out!
Hundreds of cavalrymen were the real elite of the Mongolian army. They were like an earth-shattering beast. While the horses rushed out wildly, they drew their bows and fired arrows, releasing a wave of arrows in the shortest possible time.

The clusters of iron arrows were actually quenched with poison, and shone with a dark luster. They cut through the sky in an instant, and pulled out the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, covering the valley like a heavy rain.

These hundreds of Mongolian cavalry are all skilled in bow and horse, with amazing arm strength. With their strong bows drawn, they can shoot through iron armor within a hundred steps. Moreover, they have fought in hundreds of battles on the battlefield for many years, and their cooperation is extremely tacit.

It has locked all the hiding places in the valley, making it impossible to avoid and escape.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen more Quanzhen disciples were pierced by iron arrows and died tragically on the spot.

Those Quanzhen disciples who were not hit by the iron arrows let out hysterical wails of pain. The arrows were poisonous, and the piece of flesh and blood they hit was rotting and spreading to other parts of the body.

Such a tragic end made all the Quanzhen disciples who survived by chance feel despair, full of fear and despair.

"There are too many enemies..."

"We are dead!"

"It's dead, it's dead!"

"There's no way to escape..."

"It's all his fault, it's all the fault of Lu Ying!" Zhao Zhijing was lucky enough to hide behind a huge rock and survived.

He cursed angrily: "If he hadn't gone his own way and killed Prince Huodu, it would be impossible for so many of his fellow disciples to die tragically today."

"He wants to be a hero, but he wants so many people to be buried with him. It's really a disaster."

"If you want me to see it, you should just kill him first and give the heads of their master and apprentice to the Mongols. Maybe we will survive."

As soon as these words came out, even among the countless shouts of killing, one could feel that many Quanzhen disciples were looking at Lu Nianchou incomprehensibly.

"Zhao Zhijing, don't try to confuse the public with your monstrous words." Yin Zhiping couldn't help but scolded when he saw those Quanzhen disciples' thoughts were wandering, and some even had murderous intent in their eyes.

"Now that the enemy is approaching, it is time for us to work together to fight against the enemy and tide over the difficulties."

"What are your intentions in provoking internal strife like this?"

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but said coldly: "If you want to tide over difficulties with others, it depends on whether they are willing!"

"Many of my classmates died tragically just now. Li Mochou watched helplessly but was not moved at all."

"I think the two of them, the master and the apprentice, probably want us all to die here, right?"

Yin Zhiping was speechless for a moment. Seeing the Quanzhen disciple breathing heavily, the atmosphere became more and more tense, and he became more and more impatient.

With the strength of these people, even if they attack Li Mochou and Lu Nianchou, they will only die.

The reason why they are so murderous now is because they were scared out of their wits by the Mongols who were killing them from all directions, and because they were provoked by Zhao Zhijing, they lost their minds.

When Zhao Zhijing saw this, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "My fellow disciples, everyone knows that Master Qiu once had a relationship with the previous Great Khan of Mongolia, and everyone in Mongolia respects our Quanzhen Sect with the utmost respect."

"There has never been any grudge between our Quanzhen Sect and Mongolia. It was only that evildoer Lu Ying who killed Prince Huodu that caused today's disaster."

"But now that Lu Ying has apostatized, why should we bear the catastrophe for him, which has even led to the tragic death of countless fellow disciples."

When he said this, he looked around calmly and found that almost all Quanzhen disciples were filled with indignation, full of resentment and even murderous intentions towards Lu Nianchou, and a hint of joy could not help but appear in his eyes.

"In my opinion, it is better for us to surrender to the Mongols together and join them in killing Li Mochou and Master Lu Ying."

"In this way, not only the murderous disaster can be solved, but also the catastrophe caused by the death of Prince Huodu to the Quanzhen Sect can be exempted."

"In this way, we can achieve multiple things with one stone, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds? Then we will be the great contributors to the sect."

"What do you think?"

As soon as Zhao Zhijing said these words, the Quanzhen disciples looked at each other and hesitated for a moment.

You must know that almost all Quanzhen disciples are Han Chinese. Although their origins are different, their hearts are full of powerlessness and sorrow for the Mongols raging in the north, their hometowns being destroyed, and their mountains and rivers broken.

On weekdays, they hide in the mountains and practice Taoism, turning a blind eye or closing one eye. Now they are asked to surrender directly to the Mongols. For a moment, they are hesitant. How can they make up their minds?

Yin Zhiping never expected that Zhao Zhijing would have such rebellious thoughts. He could no longer bear it, drew his sword out of its sheath and shouted sharply: "Zhao Zhijing, if you dare to confuse the public with your evil words again, I will kill you with one sword. For The teacher’s sect eliminates harm.”

……

Just when the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were having internal strife, a skinny monk wearing a yellow monk's robe, holding a golden wheel, stood in front of the valley.

It was the Jinlun Dharma King who claimed to be in seclusion, but was actually ordered by Emperor Meng to cooperate with Kublai Khan.

With a serious expression on his face, he looked at the two horses galloping in the distance.

His knowledge of the martial arts people in the Central Plains was not as detailed as that of Master Zicong, but just by hearing the roar just now, he could tell that this person was a highly skilled martial artist who was definitely not inferior to him.

He is a powerful enemy that is rare in this world!

King Jinlun looked up and saw a tall, thin man in a green robe sitting on top of the horse in front of him. His face was expressionless. He looked like a living person, but also a zombie. His robes were making a hunting sound in the strong wind. , rushing towards this place.

On the other horse was a girl who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old. She was slender and graceful, especially her beautiful oval face, which was as white as snow, very delicate and beautiful.

Looking from a distance, this young girl is holding a jade flute, with a slender waist and a light body. She seems to be flying as the horse gallops under her crotch.

"My Majesty, the Protector of the Mongolian Kingdom, has been waiting here for you for a long time!"

Seeing the two horses galloping towards them, they were close in the blink of an eye. Jinlun Dharma King spoke, and his voice was like thunder, resounding everywhere.

(End of this chapter)