Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 302 Epilogue One
Three years passed in the blink of an eye, whether it was long or short, there were intrigues, turbulence and cunning on the battlefield, and there were waves of wind and waves, and many major events happened.

The Yuan Dynasty was extremely disharmonious. Emperor Yuanshun was fatuous and incompetent in the court. Some ministers asked Emperor Yuanshun to be the crown prince, so Emperor Yuanshun was furious and suppressed the ministers. .

When the Yuan Dynasty was in jeopardy, the Ming Sect's millions of powerful troops were pressing down on the territory. When they were about to go north to attack the Yuan Dynasty, civil strife suddenly broke out.
So Xu Shouhui waved his banner, recruited troops, ordered thousands of troops, and wanted to be the leader of Mingjiao, but Zhu Yuanzhang quit. You fucking Xu Shouhui has no brains, and you want to be the leader of Mingjiao?

Although Zhang Wuji is the leader of the sect, although he has a lot of prestige in the sect, he has no soldiers or generals, only Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, Wu Sanren and other heroes, and the Five Elements Banner and others, but he has no military power.Zhu Yuanzhang was afraid of Zhang Wuji's prestige, and he did not dare to turn against Zhang Wuji for the time being.

But Xu Shouhui is a leader with the same strength as Zhu Yuanzhang. If he becomes the leader, what chance does Lao Zhu have?Therefore, Zhu Yuanzhang only recognized Zhang Wuji as the leader of the sect, and rejected all other gang leaders of miscellaneous brands, and vowed to follow Zhang Wuji to the death.

As for the Beggars' Clan, since they were beaten by the Yuan army on Mount Shaoshi that day, all the elders of the Beggars' Clan learned from the pain, and worried that after the Ming Cult won the Central Plains, and because of the feud between the two factions, the Ming Cult might cleanse the Beggars Clan.What's more, there are disciples of the Beggar Gang who made a big uprising, and they are the brothers Zhang Shicheng and Zhang Shiyi.

The beggar gang immediately put their bets on it, supported them with all their strength, and made the Anti-Yuan business flourish. While developing their power, they recruited soldiers and horses, preparing to compete in the Central Plains and fight for hegemony in the world.

In this chaotic world full of wars and wars, Wu Xian sees blood and fire in his eyes. Every day, countless lives are burned in the flames of war, and countless people starve to death every day. Troubled people."

On this day, Wu Xian was still as usual, looking forward to it every day, looking forward to the end of the Mongolian Empire, the unification of the southern regime, the horn of triumph, and the song of victory.

One hour in the afternoon, the sun was white, and the scorching sun was red and hot, dazzling and flickering so that people dare not look directly at it.I had to glance over a corner, looking at the white clouds and blue sky in the southern sky, and my mind seemed to be purified.

"Woo—" The stinky and long sound of the horn brought Wu Xian back to his thoughts, and he looked towards the northwest corner, feeling a little depressed: These Persian foreign devils, these Persian foreign devils, don't do their business every day, and run around in a daze. How was he deceived by Zhao Min, and what mountain was sent to and returned.

Wu Xian put his hands on his head, dispelled all the boredom in his heart, and forgot about those Persian things, and it didn't take long before the low humming sound rang in his ears again, Wu Xian's heart sank, and his eyes were bright. With a flash of light, my heart became a little more curious. The horn has been blown so many times, it seems that it is not a trivial matter.

Where there is something interesting, Wu Xian is indispensable.Wu Xian hurriedly stood up, and it was like a cold shock, and he galloped to the northwest corner, wanting to find out what the anecdote was.

Wu Xian stayed in Dadu these days because he was worried about Zhao Min's safety. The Yuan Dynasty was going to be destroyed. This crisis not only appeared from the outside, but also threatened from inside.

Emperor Yuan Shun appointed a few more generals and gave them considerable military power, but when those people arrived in Henan, Shanxi, Shaanxi and other places, not only did they not send troops to deal with the rebels, but fell into melee, and the few who had military power A general, seeing that the Yuan Dynasty has no hope, has embraced his own self-respect, and doesn't listen to the Yuan Dynasty's orders very much.

Therefore, Wu Xian stayed near Dadu, that is, when the rebel army captured Dadu, he could rescue Zhao Min, and then the two of them would stay together and fly together, wouldn't it be nice.

Wu Xianyue walked to the northwest, only to hear the faint sound of fighting and shouting in the distant rocky hillock, and there was a clear and sweet voice, like an oriole, like a fairy overlooking the lower world, whispering in a low voice, pure and noble.

Hearing this, Wu Xian stepped faster, but don't get me wrong, it's just curiosity, not mixed with any other thoughts.

Turning around the hill, he saw several horses and corpses of Persians in front of him. Wu Xian just climbed up the hill, and his eyes were attracted by a headless horse corpse and a human corpse three feet away on the left.

He immediately stepped forward to inspect the corpse, but saw that the corpse was split open from the neck to the waist, and the viscera in the stomach flowed out. , a thin round moon scimitar stuck on the ground next to it, shining coldly.

Judging from the scene, the knife moved very strangely. It should have circled in the air, circled behind the man, chopped from the neck to the waist, and chopped off the horse's head without losing momentum. Only a scimitar with such a huge arc can complete such an action in the air.

Wu Xian saw the Persian's death in such a miserable manner, his intestines flowed all over the floor, he was unprepared, seeing such a bloody, cruel and evil scene, he couldn't help retching, and his forehead also felt a burst of weeping. sweat.

Wu Xian has been in the rivers and lakes for so long, and there is no less blood on his hands, but he has always taken people's lives with a few tricks. Not only are the moves crisp and neat, but the victim has no pain, and he died simply. It is not an exaggeration to say that the inhumanity in front of him is a kind of enjoyment.

Wu Xian heard the screeching sound of weapons not far ahead, stepped on his foot, swept his figure, and avoided two turns. There was the sound of weapons bumping against metal in front of him. When he walked forward, he saw a large grass field. The two barbarians formed a big circle, with a Toutuo in the middle carrying a woman with black hair and blue eyes, nailed to the spot for defense.

Around the twelve barbarians, there were almost dozens of Persians, some of them were waving flags, blowing horns, and drumming their hands, cheering for their twelve treasure tree kings.

Wu Xian saw it in his eyes, and his heart trembled.That Toutuo was the Ku Toutuo of the Ruyang Palace, and now he is Fan Yao, the Bright Right Envoy of the Ming Cult, but since the farewell to Shaoshi Mountain, Fan Yao has not been around the rivers and lakes, and Wu Xian has not heard any news about him.

As for that woman, although Wu Xian has never met her, she looks like a fairy, with blue hair and deep eyes, and bright blue eyes. Her appearance is quite similar to Xiao Zhao, but she is more mature. Jin Hua is indeed the woman who was once called "the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains". This person is the golden flower mother-in-law who has had several grievances with Wu Xian. Qisi.

As for the twelve barbarians guarding them, it goes without saying that they are the twelve kings of the Persian Ming religion.As for the eleven barbarians guarding them, it goes without saying that they are the Eleven Dharma Kings of the Persian Ming Cult.Eleven dharma kings.

(End of this chapter)