The heavens: pushing across all realms

In just a few days, Feng Ji almost emptied out the Taoist treasures of the Quanzhen Sect.

Anyway, if they stay in the Quanzhen Sect, these precious Taoist classics will only be burned by the Mongols in the end.

Rather than do that, it would be better for him to take them all away.

In five days, Lin Yu also recovered. After five days of hard work, Li Mochou finally gained Lin Yu's understanding, and the relationship between the two greatly eased.

However, towards Feng Ji, she remained unpretentious and indifferent.

Feng Ji didn't care and didn't care about her attitude.

The one he wants to marry is Li Mochou, not her.

Grandma Sun hired a carriage from the foot of the mountain, and several women got on the carriage. Feng Ji did not take the carriage, but rented another horse.

Daozang was all packed in the boxes of the carriage, and the group began to go south.

Among the few people, the most excited one was undoubtedly Xiao Longnu.

She is only seven or eight years old and has not practiced the Jade Girl's Heart Sutra in depth, so she has not yet become inhumane and still retains the innocence and liveliness of a child.

She was very curious about everything at the foot of the mountain, and pulled Lin Yu to ask questions.

Lin Yu was helpless by her quarrel, and in the end she could only call Li Mochou and ask Li Mochou to take care of Xiao Longnu.

Li Mochou liked her junior sister very much, she was cute and pink.

I imagined in my heart that I would have such a lovely daughter with Brother Feng in the future.

With such thoughts, she unconsciously coaxed Xiao Longnu as if she were a daughter.

The carriage went south along the way and soon passed the boundary of Zhongnan Mountain.

After leaving Zhongnan Mountain, everything seemed a little desolate.

We passed several villages along the way, all of them dilapidated and empty.

Many houses were burned by fire, and there were still some bones on the ground.

Grandma Sun couldn't help but curse: "They are all Mongolian Tatars. These Mongolian beasts come to our Central Plains to kill people and set fires. They don't even spare the children."

Li Mochou was also very angry and said: "The Mongolian Tatars really deserve to die."

Although Xiao Longnu was young, she still felt the desolation and misery in front of her, and the smile on her little face was much less.

After passing this village, the official road ahead was stained with blood, and there were many people on the road fleeing from famine.

When you see a carriage or horse, you will subconsciously avoid it.

"Sister, they are so pitiful."

Xiao Longnu was lying on the window and couldn't help shouting.

Li Mochou followed her gaze and saw several children digging for weeds and chewing tree bark on the side of the road.

All of them were hungry, sallow and thin, and looked very miserable.

Li Mochou sighed, covered her round eyes and said, "Junior sister, don't look."

The car was driving forward, and on the evening of the second day, I suddenly saw thick smoke billowing in front of me. There seemed to be a faint roar of horse hooves, and screams were heard.

Feng Ji and Li Mochou looked at each other, and Li Mochou said quickly: "Brother Feng, let's go over and take a look."

Feng Ji nodded, clamped the horse's belly, and immediately hurried over.

Granny Sun also quickly drove the carriage and followed quickly.

Before they even got close to the fireworks, they heard shouts of death.

But in front of a village along the river, a group of cavalry dressed as Mongolian officers and soldiers were riding horses in the village, killing everyone they saw.

Many villagers ran away desperately, but two legs could not outrun four legs.

In the blink of an eye, the Mongolian soldier caught up with him, slashed him to the ground with a knife.

Not only that, the Mongolian soldier also took advantage of the situation and chopped off the villager's head directly, and then stuck it in his waist.

"Help, help!"

"Please, let my daughter go."

"Run, run."

"Aniang! Aniang!"

…

Screams kept coming, and from a distance, the village almost turned into a hell.

Li Mochou's eyes were full of anger: "Beasts, these beasts!"

She jumped up suddenly, like a fairy descending, and flew into hell.

With a slap of his palm, there was a bang and a Mongolian Tatar was hit and fell off his horse.

Before the man could speak, she slapped him on the chest again.

Suddenly there was a bang, the armor exploded, the man's chest was sunken, he vomited blood, and he died instantly.

When the other Mongolian Tatars saw this, they roared angrily.

"Kill her!"

"Where did the girl come from? So beautiful!"

"Hurry up, she knows martial arts!"

At least five or six Mongolian officers and soldiers rushed forward and besieged Li Mochou.

Li Mochou's figure was like lightning, she quickly dodged spears and spears, and struck furiously with her palms.

At the same time, in a courtyard in the distance, three Mongolian officers and soldiers rushed in.

There was no one in the courtyard, and the door of the thatched cottage was blocked from the inside by the owner.

A Mongolian soldier sneered, cocked his gun, and with a bang, the wooden door exploded, and screams came from inside.

But the Mongolian soldier kicked open the wooden door, and a middle-aged man was stabbed in the chest with a gun.

But he was not dead yet. He held the gun with all his strength and shouted: "Manniang, take Bo'er and go!"

"Sanlang!"

The woman in the house let out a shrill scream.

A Mongolian soldier laughed strangely: "I never expected that such a shabby place would have such a stunningly beautiful woman."

"First come, first served, Lao Zhao, I'll come first, hahaha."

A woman inside was dragged by several Mongolian soldiers and her upper garment was torn.

A little girl was so frightened that she cried and shouted in the corner: "Mom! Grandma!"

Seeing that this woman was about to be insulted, at this moment, she heard a roar from outside!

boom!

The earthen wall of this thatched house exploded instantly, and a terrifying sword energy shot through a Mongolian soldier with a pop.

This Mongolian soldier seemed to have been chopped into pieces with thousands of knives, with pieces of flesh falling off inch by inch.

But Li Mochou quickly rushed into the courtyard, her face full of shock and anger when she saw the scene in front of her.

"You beasts!"

She immediately flew out, slapped her palm, and with a few bang bang bangs, several people's chests exploded in an instant.

Feng Ji stood outside, cleaning up other Mongolian soldiers.

But they saw that he didn't move. He just pointed out of the air and fired his sword energy. In an instant, an officer's head exploded and his forehead was directly stabbed by the sword energy.

Repeatedly, Mongolian officers and soldiers fell off their horses one after another and became corpses.

These Mongolian officers and soldiers were so frightened that they screamed, turned their horses and fled in a hurry.

Feng Ji's expression remained unchanged, and he waved his hand. In an instant, the yin and yang qi of heaven and earth stirred up, turning into a huge yin and yang Tai Chi circle.

Suddenly the entire village was shrouded, and no one could move.

Even those horses can only fly in the air and cannot move.

Feng Ji rose into the air and tapped lightly, his sword energy burst out and harvested the heads of these Mongolian officers and soldiers.

Heads exploded one by one, and all the Mongolian officers and soldiers were frightened with fear on their faces.

Suddenly one person tried his best and shouted: "Stop, stop, please spare your life, we are not Mongols!"

Feng Ji paused his arms and looked at this person.

The man was also wearing the armor of a Mongolian officer and soldier, and his face was pale and frightened.

He was also unable to move and was currently riding on a naked woman.

I just heard him crying for his father and mother and yelling: "Spare your life, hero."

Feng Ji stepped forward and took off his helmet. Sure enough, the man in front of him was not a Mongolian Tatar!

He spoke fluent Song dialect, but wore Mongolian armor.

Feng Ji's face darkened and he asked, "Are you Song Bing?"

The man hesitated: "Yes... yes."

Feng Ji narrowed his eyes and immediately turned to look at the other soldiers.

"My hero, spare your life. I am also from the Song Dynasty. We are all from the Song Dynasty."

"Hero, we are all from the Song Dynasty, please spare our lives."

It turns out that these Mongolian soldiers are actually Song soldiers pretending to be soldiers!

At this time, Li Mochou came out with a seven or eight-year-old girl in her arms, her eyes red, and shouted: "Brother Feng, her mother committed suicide."

Feng Ji's expression darkened and he said, "These people are not Mongolians."

Li Mochou was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, and anger surged into his heart: "Are you from Song Dynasty? Why? Why do you want to kill these innocent people?"

The man looked frightened and did not dare to speak.

Feng Ji stepped forward, stretched out his hand, pinched the man's palm, and made a click.

Immediately, the man's palm was crushed into pulp by Feng Ji.

"ah--!"

The man suddenly let out a shrill scream, and his hand bones were crushed alive by Feng Ji.

"explain!"

Feng Ji shouted coldly.

This person did not dare to hesitate and shouted hurriedly: "It's...it was Mr. Zhou's idea. Zhang Shuai suffered a defeat on the front line and did not dare to report it to the court. Instead, he said it was a great victory."

Li Mochou was angry: "If you lose, you lose. Why do you put a gilt on your face and call it a great victory?"

The man cried: "If we are defeated, the court will inevitably punish us, and Zhang Shuai will certainly bear the responsibility."

"What does this have to do with you killing these people?"

Li Mochou said angrily.

"A great victory is not just a matter of words, it must be led by a leader. We cannot kill the Mongols, so we have to find some heads."

Feng Ji suddenly understood that these people wanted to kill good people and take credit.

Li Mochou also understood immediately, her expression full of shock, anger and disbelief.

"You...you beasts, how can you do such a thing? Aren't you afraid of thunder?"

Her eyes were red and she really couldn't believe that Song Bing would do such a thing.

Feng Ji sighed. He had already said that the Song Dynasty was rotten to the bone.

However, many people still dreamed of relying on the Song Dynasty to resist the Mongols.

He knew very well that in order to destroy Mongolia, the Song Dynasty must be eliminated first!

"I've said it all, heroine, this hero, I've said it all, you guys spared me, we were forced to do it."

Li Mochou cursed bitterly: "Forced? You were forced to kill, and you were forced to commit adultery? A bunch of beasts, they all deserve to die."

Feng Ji patted her shoulder and said, "You can carry this child back to the carriage and continue on your way. Leave this place to me."

Li Mochou nodded, kicked the Song soldier away, and then left.

Feng Ji glanced around at these people, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

I saw him gently shaking hands, bang bang bang...

Continuous roaring sounds exploded, and suddenly human heads exploded like bloody fireworks.

Feng Ji grabbed the only remaining survivor and asked them about the location of Marshal Zhang.

He immediately picked up this person, flew into the wind, and roared away.

When the remaining people saw this, they immediately knelt on the ground crying and kowtowing in the direction of Feng Jifei.

"The gods have appeared, the gods have appeared!"

"The gods saved everyone, they are gods."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Master God, please save my grandma."

"Master Immortal, please Master Immortal, please save my child."

…

In half a cup of tea, Feng Ji flew hundreds of miles and arrived outside a large camp.

Like an immortal, he descended from the sky and landed directly in the main tent.

Inside the tent was a middle-aged, fat general, playing with several women in his arms.

He suddenly heard a movement and turned around quickly. When he saw Feng Ji, he couldn't help shouting angrily: "Who is that person!"

Feng Ji walked over slowly and said calmly: "Are you Zhang Ren?"

"Come here, there's an assassin!"

The fat general didn't answer. He kicked the woman next to him away, grabbed the saber beside the bed, and kept yelling.

Feng Ji did not panic. He walked over slowly and said, "Only a beast like you can do such a thing as killing a good person and taking credit for it."

Zhang Ren's pupils shrank, and he immediately drew his sword and rushed over: "You are so brave, you dare to assassinate me!"

But as soon as he rushed over, Feng Ji smiled slightly and clicked lightly!

The force of his fingers instantly broke through the air, volleying and shooting!

Poof!

A sharp sword energy shot through Zhang Ren's knee in an instant, and with a bang, the entire kneecap exploded.

A calf twisted and flew up in an instant, Zhang Ren screamed in pain, and his whole body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Bang!

Hitting his head hard on the carpet of the tent, he wailed and shouted: "Come here, come here."

Suddenly, a foot stepped down heavily!

Bang!

There was a muffled explosion, and Zhang Ren's other leg was trampled to pieces!

"Ah - who are you? Who are you? I am a disciple of Prime Minister Jia, who sent you here? Do you know that you are plotting to kill the imperial official? You are going to be punished by the nine tribes..."

Feng Ji sneered: "Kill the nine tribes? I have always been the only one who kills the other nine tribes, and no one dares to kill my nine tribes."

He made a casual move, and the knife on the ground flew into his hand.

Feng Ji poked Zhang Ren's back with the tip of his knife and scratched lightly.

Suddenly a shallow knife mark was made, only cutting his skin.

Even so, Zhang Ren also let out a chilling scream.

Feng Ji's knife stopped at his crotch.

"Are you still playing with women in the camp?"

"How can you still play like this if you don't have your lifeblood?"

Zhang Ren turned pale with fright and begged in horror: "Spare my life, spare your life, what do you want? What do you want? As long as you can provide conditions, I can satisfy anything. Please, spare my life - ah!"

Feng Ji flicked the blade of his knife, and with a pop, a mass of bloody flesh was cut off.

In an instant, Zhang Ren let out a shocking wail.

At this time, the people outside had already been alarmed. They were all frightened and rushed towards the camp.

"who!"

"There's an assassin, come on, there's an assassin!"

"Save Zhang Shuai quickly!"

As soon as these people rushed into the camp, Feng Ji suddenly smiled and said: "It's okay, let your subordinates see your fate clearly, and kill the chicken to scare the monkeys."

He waved his hand casually, and with a bang, the entire camp exploded instantly.

The guards who rushed the fastest were blown away in an instant and flew backwards. They screamed and wailed, and their muscles and bones shattered and exploded.

The soldiers behind suddenly looked frightened and stopped hurriedly.

But he saw Feng Ji lifting Zhang Ren with one hand, and his figure slowly floated to the sky.

He held Zhang Ren in his hand and said calmly: "Everyone listen, you, the coach, kill good people and take credit, and have lost all conscience. I met you today and punished him with my own hands to serve as a warning to others."

"Today, in front of all of you, I will be punished by Lingchi!"

Everyone's face was full of horror. They had never seen anyone flying in the air without falling.

But he saw Feng Ji wave his hand, and countless sword energy shot out from his palm.

In an instant, Zhang Ren's skin and flesh were torn apart, and blood continued to drip.

The sound of screams kept coming.

The soldiers below were terrified.

"Commander!"

"Zhang Shuai!"

The faithful are still calling.

Feng Ji casually shot a ray of sword energy directly towards him.

With a pop, those people's heads exploded instantly and they died on the spot.

Suddenly no one dared to call out anymore, and they all knelt on the ground.

Only Zhang Ren screamed in the audience. The sound was sharp and loud at first, but became weaker as it went back.

It wasn't until the whole person turned into a skeleton that he became completely silent.

Feng Ji casually threw Zhang Ren's body down and said calmly: "If there is another person who kills a good person and takes credit, this will be the end!"

At this moment, he put his hands behind his back, like an immortal, rising in the wind.

The clouds roared and gathered under my feet.

Only then did the soldiers react.

Someone suddenly exclaimed: "Immortal!"

"This...this is an immortal!"

In an instant, the entire military camp screamed in surprise, and countless people knelt down, kowtowed and cried.

Some people even did something wrong and begged the immortals for forgiveness.

After that, the theory of immortals spread completely in this area.

People in Hubei built a shrine to Feng Ji. Some people who had seen Feng Ji painted a portrait of Feng Ji and hired skilled craftsmen to cast temples and Taoist temples.

The legend of immortals punishing corrupt officials spread throughout the north.

The Song Dynasty court was even more shocked. Countless officials angrily accused Feng Ji of being a monster and tried their best to suppress these rumors.

Unfortunately, the more these things are suppressed, the more they spread and become more ferocious.

…

Feng Ji didn't know these things yet. At this time, he had returned to the carriage.

Li Mochou coaxed the rescued girl to sleep. Lin Yu and Grandma Sun also looked at the girl with pity.

Li Mochou looked at Feng Ji and said, "Brother Feng, I want to accept this child."

Feng Ji was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Okay."

He looked at the child carefully. Although he was a child from an ordinary family, he had delicate features and good looks. Even at such a young age, he could tell that he was a beauty.

Li Mochou whispered: "I didn't stop her mother from committing suicide. I felt very uncomfortable. I wanted to accept her as my disciple."

Feng Ji couldn't help but sigh, touched her head and said, "I don't blame you, you don't have to feel guilty."

"No, I could have stopped it at that time, I..."

Her eyes were red, tears overflowed, and she was obviously very remorseful.

Feng Ji could only comfort her by speaking slowly and softly.

After a long while, she said: "I want to raise this child Lingbo, teach her kung fu, and let her be a hero in the future!"

Feng Ji nodded and was about to agree when suddenly he was stunned and asked in astonishment: "What did you call her?"

"Lingbo, Hong Lingbo, this is her name."

Feng Ji fell silent immediately, filled with emotions in his heart.

It turns out that Hong Lingbo met Mo Chou at this time.

"You do have a master-disciple relationship."

He smiled and said, "She is lucky to have you as her master."

Li Mochou shook her head and said, "If it were possible, she would definitely still want her parents to be alive."

Feng Ji also sighed with emotion: "Yes, today's events show that the Song Dynasty is really rotten to the core. It is not worthy of the support of the people, let alone the sacrifice of countless passionate people for it."

Li Mochou raised her head and looked at Feng Ji: "Brother Feng, can you change the world with your ability?"

Feng Ji shook his head: "I have already changed once, and I don't want to do the same thing again."

Li Mochou was stunned and didn't know why.

Feng Ji took her jade hand and said: "But I don't want to care about it, but I can train some people to help the world, destroy the Song Dynasty and save the people, and drive out the Tartars."

He had already been emperor once and expelled the Mongolian Tatars once.

He didn't want to do the same thing again. The position of emperor was supremely honorable to others.

But for Feng Ji, that would only become a chore that distracts him from cultivating immortality.

Of course, he will not watch the people in this world suffer, so he will naturally do his part.