When the sword comes out of Emei, I will be the front

Chapter 5 Cruel times, treacherous people’s hearts

The war horses galloped wildly, and the shuo wind blew against their faces.

Fortunately, there was Master Miejie's handkerchief on his face, and its soft touch made the cold wind seem a little gentle.

On the ground, the hoof marks of the Mongols' pursuit were still clear.

The seven or eight miles of journey flew by, and the burning Yejiazhuang came into view.

Seeing that Miejie had no intention of slowing down, Ye Guhong quickly reminded: "Master, not all the Tatar soldiers have been chased out. I'm afraid there are still many in Zhuangzi."

Miejie looked stern and said calmly: "I am here, why should I be afraid? As long as he cannot form a battle formation, with the long sword in my hand, I will kill as many as I come."

She said this very fully, but she knew it in her heart:

Zhuangzi, who was so "cooperating with bandits", followed the Tatar practice of sending at most half a hundred soldiers and horses. How could this scale be in the eyes of the head of Emei?
  As he spoke, Miejie rode his horse straight into the village.

Yejiazhuang is not a big place. It is home to more than a hundred farmers and has about three to five hundred houses.

Except for the main house in the center, the rest were mostly mud houses with thatched roofs. The Tatars set fire to them everywhere, and the black smoke billowed like ghosts.

There were corpses everywhere in the village, including men, women, old and young. The blood that had flowed out had solidified into ice, and it was white and bright red, which was particularly dazzling.

At the door of the Ye family's residence, there is an open field. At this moment, twenty or thirty Tatar soldiers lit a big fire and roasted some chickens, geese, and dogs. While feasting, they talked and laughed in Mongolian, as if it was a festival.

Dozens of war horses were tied up not far away, and five or six young women were crying, their hands and feet tied and placed across the horses, shivering from the cold.

There were also several oxcarts, piled with large and small boxes and cages, which were obviously the property plundered by the Tatars.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves, the Tatars turned their heads to look. When they saw that they were not their companions, their expressions suddenly changed. They jumped up one after another, drew their weapons, and rushed over in a chaotic manner.

Master Miejie's general reined in his horse and whispered, "If you go as a master, you will come back. Sit down and don't move."

He spoke in his mouth, drew his sword in his hand, jumped off his horse, started Qinggong, and rushed straight towards the Tatars.

As soon as the disaster was gone, it was like a drop of water entering a frying pan, immediately arousing exclamations and curses.

Although the Tatars responded to the battle in a hurry, they cooperated with each other in a tacit understanding. They chopped with swords, stabbed with spears, and shot with arrows, forming a triple offensive of near, medium, and far in an instant.

However, Miejie didn't care at all. His figure was like a ghost or a breeze, standing high and low, turning as he wished. He was walking in front of and behind dozens of big men. He was looking in front of him and suddenly behind him. The long sword in his palm was shining brightly. , taking lives immediately after taking action, killing more than ten people in a row.

Ye Guhong's eyes widened.

This was the second time he had watched Miejie kill people with his sword, but he still couldn't help but be amazed!

In his time, martial arts in movies and TV shows were generally regarded as artistic exaggerations. However, even those brilliant movements carefully choreographed by martial arts instructors were as childish and ridiculous as the gymnastics of a child compared with Miejie's sharp swordsmanship at this moment.

A stream of blood continued to splash out from the chest and neck.

The screams announced the passing of fresh lives.

And these Tatars, who seemed to have no power to fight back in the hands of Miejie, had just brutally massacred hundreds of lives in the village not long ago.

Looking at the Tatars who kept falling to the ground.

Looking at the burning houses all around.

Looking at the corpses of people everywhere.

Ye Guhong suddenly realized that this era seemed to be deliberately showing him, the wrong person, what it meant -

In a time of war and chaos, human lives are like grass!
  He clenched his fists subconsciously, vaguely realizing why such a terrifying master as Miejie was born in this era.

It takes about a cup of tea.

Master Miejie suddenly stopped and stood proudly with his sword in hand.

More than twenty brave Tatars were killed by her with one sword each.

"Master! You are so amazing!"

With the female disciples away, Ye Guhong took the initiative to take on the important task of applauding. Miejie turned around and smiled sweetly: "Are you awesome? Master will teach you from now on. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will become awesome yourself."

"Young master! Is it the young master? Help, help us."

The women who were straddled on horseback were first stunned by Miejie's cruelty, and then they saw Ye Guhong, and they all cried for help.

Ye Guhong tentatively wanted to dismount, but Miejie Shitai swayed and came closer, reaching out to hug her down.

"Master, save them."

Ye Guhong took Master Miejie's left hand and shook it.

Miejie nodded and led Ye Guhong towards him. He waved his sword lightly and cut the ropes on the women's hands and feet.

Most of the women's hands and feet were frozen, and they dismounted awkwardly one by one, inevitably falling. Master Miejie turned a blind eye and had no idea of ​​helping them.

Fortunately, these farmers' women are still strong, and there is snow on the ground. Even if they fall off the horse, they will not be injured. They rub their buttocks and get up.

"Young master, everyone has been killed by the Tatars, what should we do?"

The women surrounded Ye Guhong, crying with snot and tears on their faces.

Ye Guhong looked at their encounter and couldn't help but sigh and said, "Don't cry, just listen to me."

Others kept their voices low, and those women cried so loudly, who would stop for a moment?
  Miejie's eyes widened and he shouted: "Shut up, everyone!"

She probably used a little bit of her inner strength and shouted out, causing everyone's heads to buzz, including Ye Guhong.

Sure enough, the women stopped crying immediately and lowered their heads in tears, not daring to look at this nun who was even crueler than a Tatar.

Miejie touched Ye Guhong's head: "Good disciple, let's talk. They are listening obediently."

This master really loves me alone!

Ye Guhong sighed in his heart, but did not hesitate: "Listen to me, now all the villagers have been killed by the Tatars, but my master acted chivalrously and avenged the blood feud for the villagers, and their souls in heaven can also rest in peace. . But these Tatars died here, and if they don’t go back tomorrow, the Tatars will definitely send people to check, so you must not stay here."

He pointed at the bullock carts and said, "Divide the property here among you. You all put on men's clothes, smear your faces with some black ash, and go on the road at night. Some of your relatives will go to your relatives, and some of you will go back to your natal family. From now on, Live your life in peace and never come back to this Zhuangzi again."

When the women heard what he said, they all shed tears when they thought of having a good home and never seeing it again. You looked at me and I looked at you.

Miejie said impatiently: "My disciple has pointed out the way to survive for you. If you don't want to die, just do what he says. Go your separate ways while it's dark."

The women cried and cried, opened the boxes and cages, and began to search for their belongings.

Ye Guhong kindly reminded: "Don't take big items because they are too heavy. Try to take soft and valuable ones. You still have to walk a lot. If you take too much, it will be heavy, you won't be able to walk fast, and it will be conspicuous. Be careful of evildoers taking it away." go."

After he said this, some smart people actually started to pick out the fine ones, while others didn't care much and only picked out the ones they thought were good.

Miejie sneered and shook his head. He went to the surrounding courtyard, found a few shovels, bought a good horse, got on the horse with Ye Guhong, and went straight away.

After leaving Zhuangzi, Miejie suddenly asked: "Master, I saw that there seemed to be a lot of valuables on those oxcarts. They should all belong to your family, right? Are you so willing to give them to others?"

Ye Guhong sighed: "The really valuable things must be carried by my parents and brothers. There are only a few of us masters and disciples, how can we get a lot? Although money is good, it is something outside the body after all. If it is for a little money, it will be delayed. If something big happens, wouldn’t he become a fool?”

Miejie laughed loudly and praised: "Good boy! If it weren't for Su Hui, how could he see so clearly at such a young age?"

She killed dozens of Tatars today, saved a few more people, and accepted the reincarnation of her senior brother into her sect. She felt so good that it was simply indescribable.

For a moment, the horse was galloping, and soon it was back to where it was.

At a glance, I saw only a few female disciples squeezing each other, like three little quails, deliberately staying away from the corpses, but I couldn't help but slump my face, and shouted: "Come here! They are all practicing martial arts. Are you still afraid of ghosts?"

As he spoke, he threw a few shovels on the ground: "Go dig a hole quickly! It's such a cold day. If you don't move, do you want to freeze to death?"

Her attitude towards these disciples is indescribable compared to her attitude towards Ye Guhong day by day.

Ye Guhong couldn't help but scratch his head and thought to himself: Ah, my master seems to be a bit patriarchal.

(End of this chapter)