Run into the world

Chapter 449: Equip A and go up

Mongolian army camp

The bright celestial phenomenon was seen by both the Song State and this side, but compared with the Song State, the reaction of the Mongolian army was more mysterious. The soldiers did not bow before bowing, but looked at each other as if hesitating.

Soon, someone from the big tent came out and shouted: "This is the auspicious blessing given to me by the Immortal Heaven for the Mongolian army. I will definitely be able to conquer Xiangyang this time!"

Roar! ×n

Countless soldiers began to look up to the sky and cheer, waving their weapons, the sound spread farther and farther, and the neighing of the war horses seemed to spread far and wide like an invisible virus.

"Senior Ouyang, how is the morale of our Mongolian soldiers?"

Huo Du opened the folding fan in his hand and showed off proudly to an old man next to him. If Duan Muxiang were here, it would be difficult to recognize this old man with an afro whom he had saved.

After his mind returned to normal, he had practiced Toad Kung Fu for sixteen years. His strength at this time was already extraordinary. His well-proportioned figure contained extremely explosive power. When walking, sitting or lying, he gave people the look of a wild and ferocious beast. Feel.

Hearing Huo Du's question, Ouyang Feng was quite disdainful, "A person who even cheers has to wait for the superior's explanation before joining the army. What I see is not strict discipline, but a puppet army without any will of its own."

Huo Du's lips froze, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, "Haha, an army of puppets? Just like those ten poisonous people behind you?"

click!

As Huo Du's voice fell, Ouyang Feng had not yet reacted, but the dozen or so poisonous people in his mouth all turned to look at him. For a moment, Huo Du felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake. The feeling made my spine shiver.

These are more than a dozen people wearing iron frames and black veils whose faces are invisible. They are nearly three meters tall with no trace of skin visible from top to bottom. If they didn't have hands and feet, it would be difficult to classify them. people's ranks.

It is very strong, so strong that it can hold three Huodu, and you can even hear faint roars from under the black gauze from time to time.

If you have to say what is the most human-like thing, it would be the eyes. The eyes of these tall and strong little giants still have human-like whites and pupils, and even each one of them shines with the light of wisdom and reason from time to time.

Huo Dou swallowed a sip of saliva and instinctively screamed, wanting to speak up to save the situation. After all, the next attack on the city would rely on these dozen poisonous people. But before he could speak, someone was holding him down.

"The young disciple is naughty, don't blame Layman Ouyang."

A middle-aged man wearing a large brocade robe emerged from behind Huo Du. He had kind eyes and a bronze complexion. The brocade robe was full of Sanskrit. He raised one hand flat in front of his abdomen and raised his other hand upright in front of his chest to perform a monk's ceremony. His forehead was slightly sunken and his temples were bulging. , I don’t know what kind of injury I had suffered, as if it was a saucer. In order to cover this plate-like defect, a metal gemstone was decorated in the middle of the forehead, which was also engraved with Buddhist Sanskrit.

The arrogance in Huo Dou's eyes subsided for a moment, he lowered his head slightly and stepped back far away. Ouyang Feng looked at the middle-aged man and hummed: "What does the Jinlun Imperial Master think of the Mongolian army?"

Imperial Master Jinlun was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the soldiers who were still cheering and howling, and let out a long sigh, "All living beings suffer. If you and I can't escape, how can we save others?"

Ouyang Feng looked down on Huo Du, but he respected the Jinlun Imperial Master. Hearing this, he remained silent and said nothing more.

Jinlun Guoshi, also known as Jinlun Dharma King, is the leader of the Tantric Vajra Sect. He was once very famous in Buddhist circles, and even Buddhists in the Central Plains would respect him. It's just that the territory where the Tantric Vajra Sect is located has long been conquered by the Mongolian army. After he accepted the canonization of the Mongolian army, people no longer called him Jinlun Dharma King.

The position of Jinlun Guoshi is extremely noble for many people, but it is a bit burdensome for an eminent monk who is obsessed with Buddhism and is well-known throughout the Buddhist circle.

More importantly, Jinlun Imperial Master was responsible for the Mongolian side's suppression of Jianghu forces, which forced him to spend more time practicing martial arts.

Sometimes, how much a person's achievements are related to talent, but it is also related to interest. Not all people are failed art students...

Master Jinlun prefers the mystery of Buddhism, which is the ocean of wisdom and the great light of the world!

As for the fight...what the hell is that?

However, when he became the leader of the Vajra Sect, he could no longer help himself.

As for Ouyang Feng... he and Jinlun Imperial Master have a feeling of sympathy for each other, but their sufferings are different. Jinlun Imperial Master is trapped in responsibility, while Ouyang Feng is trapped in hatred...

"Report! Your Excellency, our people have discovered that the young master of Baituo Mountain is heading towards the border with Guo Jing's daughter Guo Fu." The messenger was a little excited. Everyone knew what Guo Jing's daughter meant.

Jinlun Imperial Master frowned in surprise, waved his hand to dismiss the messenger, and looked at Ouyang Feng amusedly, "Will your adopted son... send Guo Fu here?"

"will not!"

So certain, so decisive, Ouyang Feng's expression did not even change.

Imperial Master Jinlun was not surprised, he just sighed: "Why are you doing this? Torturing him is also torturing yourself!"

Ouyang Feng looked at him, "Torture? Shouldn't it be torture? Then didn't my son die in vain?"

Imperial Master Jinlun shook his head, "Then why did you let Yang go and arrest Guo Fu? You know that he can't do it at all." "I know, I knew it from the time he harvested Guo Fu. He kept saying that he would To take revenge, he chose the lightest way, hum! He is so smart, just like his bad father back then!"

Imperial Master Jinlun shook his head when he saw the other party's conflicted look, "What are you expecting? Are you expecting him to resist by forcing him like this? If he resists, can you really do it?"

"..."

There was a long silence in the military tent until a sea turtle entered the military tent and was caught by Ouyang Feng.

"Huh?" Ouyang Feng's cold expression finally showed a hint of weirdness, and then excitement.

Imperial Master Jinlun looked at him strangely, "Is he your messenger from White Camel Mountain? What happened?"

"Yang Guo took Xiao Longnu away. Haha, he finally made up his mind and showed his fangs to me! Hehehehe!"

"Little Dragon Girl?" Jinlun Imperial Master looked at him strangely.

Ouyang Feng nodded, released Hai Dongqing and explained: "I am Yang Guo's adoptive father. Although Xiao Longnu is his master and aunt, she is actually the role of mother. Her own martial arts is not weak, even if it was me at the time, I can't take her down even if I don't have a thousand moves. But Yang Guo is such a bastard that he gave me this opportunity, so I used Xiao Longnu to keep him under control."

Imperial Master Jinlun thought about it but was a little puzzled, "As far as I know, Yang Guo... doesn't seem to have such courage."

Ouyang Feng was also stunned for a moment, and then took out the piece of paper. Sure enough, he found some problems in the information above, "Oh? Did he find reinforcements? But... there are only less than two hundred people."

Jinlun Guoshi smiled and said: "In today's world, apart from the former Wu Jue and Guo Jing, who else is qualified to fight against you?"

Ouyang Feng was silent. A distant but extremely clear picture flashed in his mind, that overly beautiful but a bit mean face...

……

A sneeze!

Duan Muxiang rubbed her nose and looked at the sunny sky where the wind and snow had stopped. "Weird, is someone attacking me from a distance?"

Next to him, Fu Qingmiao suppressed a smile and took out a handkerchief to wipe his saliva, "What a waste of time. It's obvious that you have no cultivation level now. You have only been training with Toad Kung Fu for a few days. How dare you walk like this in the wind and snow?"

Duanmuxiang was a little embarrassed, "I am so strong that I sometimes ignore some basic things."

As he spoke, he glanced back and found that the group of more than a hundred people was far away from the two of them, as if they were afraid of being knocked unconscious by dog ​​food.

"What are you planning to do?" Fu Qingmiao suddenly asked.

Duan Muxiang thought for a while, "Ouyang Feng is much more cunning and cunning than Yang Guo. As one of the five veteran masters, even Huang Rong can find us. Ouyang Feng must have known the relevant information at this time. Therefore, Yang Guo alone cannot lead us in. The Mongolian army camp. But... Guo Fu is enough. There are only a hundred of us. No matter how cautious the Mongolian army or Ouyang Feng is, they will not refuse to see them. As long as Huo Du and some Mongolians are sure If the nobles exist, then we will take action. When the time comes, I will make the first move, and you can just lead the bodyguards back and forth."

Fu Qingmiao smiled and said: "That is the Mongolian army, said to be the strongest army in the world! Are you sure I can..."

"The strength level in this world is generally low. This is what I found out after fighting Huang Rong and others once. It's just...the existence of Toad Kung Fu has put a question mark on all of this. But I am sure that this question mark is not It will fall on the Mongolian army. As long as you lead the people to cover it with force and use the mountain-breaking halberd to cut all the way, the Mongolian army is no match for you."

"Okay, it's up to you."

After Fu Qingmiao finished talking about the business, she leaned her delicate body against Duan Muxiang. Her eyes gradually became blurred and full of temptation, which made Duan Muxiang feel hot in her heart.

"you……"

"Before, you were looking at that Guo Xiang every day, and then you had to save Xiao Longnu. Isn't it hard for you to bear it? Do you want me to..."

Duan Muxiang rolled her eyes, hugged Fu Qingmiao and sighed: "Two different feelings. I am with you because of feelings. I can feel the joy of the blending of our spiritual desires. Facing them is just a kind of feeling. An impulse purely derived from instinct cannot be suppressed and can only be restrained by reason. The two are completely different. Even if you grind me into an embroidery needle, you cannot completely hinder this feeling."

Fu Qingmiao felt a little sad when he heard this, "Well, is there really no other way?"

Duan Muxiang shook his head, "Unless I can find the root cause, or meet a woman who also likes me in the future, and then transform my instinct into the same feelings, I won't make any mess."

Fu Qingmiao rolled her eyes, "Haha, if you really want to cause trouble someday, remember to tell me, hum!"

(End of this chapter)