Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"ah!"

The expression on the Confucian scholar's face was pale at first, and the top of his head was covered with fine beads of sweat. Drop after drop of sweat flowed downward like a waterfall.

It was like the Milky Way above the nine heavens, flowing down from the sky. His whole body seemed to be wet by the rain, and he was very embarrassed.

The huge fists were like mountains, falling from the high sky. The area covered by them was so vast that it was difficult for anyone to feel any resistance.

The ground also began to shake together.

It was as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had struck out of thin air.

The Confucian scholar couldn't hold on anymore, his legs became weak, and his whole body seemed to have been ripped out. All the bones in his body seemed to have been ripped out, and he fell limply to the ground.

At this critical moment.

Wu Gong suddenly clenched his fist tightly, and the whole fist stopped in the air like a collapsed sky. It stopped there motionless. The whistling wind turned into a strong wind and blew on the ground. As a Confucian scholar A human-shaped depression was blown out for the center.

The dirt and gravel were blown away in all directions by the fierce wind. The dust was filled with dust and looked very scary, as if it was the end of the world.

It was not as imagined that the fist was directly smashed into flesh. The fist finally stopped. There was no scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere as imagined, but the dense sweat was still like a tide, forming in the sand. It quickly gathered in the mud pit and flowed down, really like a stream.

Wu Gong slowly raised his fist and looked at the Confucian scholar who was limp and covered with sweat. The smile on his face was an extremely mocking smile: "Hahaha, this is the legendary big thief in Liangshan. ?

You were so scared by my punch that you almost peed your pants! "

Wu Gong smiled and quickly shrunk his body. He looked around and looked at the Confucian scholar pretending to be dead on the ground. He raised his leg and kicked his knee hard.

Along with the contact between the soles of the feet and the knees.

The crisp and sweet sound of bone cracking followed.

With the crunching sound, his entire leg twisted rapidly at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. If the skin and flesh were not connected, I am afraid that the leg would have been kicked out like a football at this moment.

The Confucian scholar screamed again.

He didn't dare to pretend to be dead anymore, but stared ferociously at Wu Gong with his red bloodshot eyes.

His eyes were filled with monstrous murderous intent, but there was a trace of desire and panic for life, as if he didn't want to die here like this.

Wu Gong grinned, looked at his complicated eyes, bent down, and said into his ear: "Tell me who the traitor you are talking about is, and I will cripple one of your arms and spare your life in the future." . If you didn’t say anything, no one here today would be able to survive.”

After a brief thought, the Confucian scholar chuckled and said: "I only saw the back of that person as a young man...other than that, I didn't see anything else.

He left a mark on the road, allowing us to find you..."

Wu Gong was stunned and immediately looked behind him.

After not seeing the person he wanted to see, Wu Gong pointed to the land next to him: "Write out that title!"

The Confucian scholar used his bloody fingers to draw the mark on the soil. The mark looked like a blooming lotus. It looks very weird.

Wu Gong recalled his memories.

There is no relevant information.

He had never seen this mark before.

As the action here stopped, the fighting in the distance also stopped.

Several people, represented by the warrior monk, stood not far from the Confucian scholar, looking at this side with eager eyes. Li Mochou and others stood behind Wu Gong, all of whom were injured in comparison. Li Mochou and others could hardly see any injuries on their bodies, and their faces were relatively calm.

The poisonous hand medicine king disappeared.

But Wu Gong just looked around and found this old guy holding Hua Rong standing on the beam not far away.

As if he noticed Wu Gong's gaze, he held Hua Rong, who was still unconscious, in his hands, and gently raised his hand to express that he was here and not going anywhere.

Wu Gong nodded.

Already responded.

"Mochou, come here and see what this thing is?"

Wu Gong waved towards the back.

Li Mochou walked over and looked at the strange-looking mark on the ground, with a thoughtful expression in her eyes.

She recognized the mark.

In fact, she had seen this mark more than once along the way, but because the mark looked like a lotus flower.

A slowly blooming lotus.

At that time, she thought that the lotus was a symbol of the White Lotus Sect and was left behind by the Five Lotus Buddha Mother, so she ignored it. But now it seems that this symbol is not a special symbol of the White Lotus Sect, but a special symbol of the White Lotus Sect. Belongs exclusively to another organization.

Li Mochou slowly raised her head, met Wu Gong's eyes, and said, "Wu Lang, do you have anything to say to me...or do you want to tell me something? You can directly speak out."

Wu Gong did not speak, just shook his head gently, then smoothed the marks on the ground with his palms, and finally said expressionlessly: "Okay, since this is the case, I will let you live... I wish you a way out... Good luck to you."

After Wu Gong finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but then he seemed to have discovered something. He grabbed the Confucian scholar's neck on the ground with his hands, quickly picked him up from the ground, and held him firmly with his last hand. Grabbed his arm.

Pulled back hard.

The entire arm was quickly broken off.

Blood-red blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain. The Confucian scholar did not let out any more screams, but gritted his teeth tightly, and not a single sound came from the depths of his throat. come out.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Wu Gong felt the hot blood splashing on his body, gritted his teeth gently, took a step back, and threw the Confucian scholar in his hand to the ground with an expressionless face.

Turn around and leave here.

Li Mochou and the others also took steps to follow them into the distance...

Yang Guo quickly packed his backpack. His heart was beating very fast at this moment, but there was no panic in his movements. He stretched out his hand and stuffed the banknotes in the package in the center of the carriage into his own package. , while stuffing it back, he kept reaching out and took out a large handful of golden leaves from the box next to him. After he had completely filled the luggage in his hands, he turned around and walked away without any hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the completely dark night.

I returned to the hotel and looked at the devastated carriage.

Wu Gong still didn't make any sound.

He believed that Li Mochou could handle this matter well... This was a manifestation of the understanding between him and Li Mochou.

Li Mochou's face was gloomy the whole time.

No one spoke, and Su Quan had no intention of joking at this moment. He just walked forward expressionlessly, went up the stairs and disappeared around the corner on the second floor...

When the carriage set off the next day.

Everything was as if nothing had happened.

Li Mochou still served him thoughtfully, dressed and washed, and the carriage continued on the road. Hua Rong was still tied to the top of the carriage in a daze.

The only difference is that Xiao Longnu left.

Where to go no one knows.

Maybe Li Mochou knew, but Wu Gong had no intention of asking.

He believed that Li Mochou handled it well.

What's more, he believes that anyone who leaves will return in a short time.

This place is very close to Xiangyang.

It only takes a short period of time and distance to successfully reach Xiangyang... It only takes less than two days at most.

The closer we get to Xiangyang, the road is deserted, and we can't even see the caravans passing by... There are traces of the battle everywhere on the road.

There are also various types of horseshoes, deep and shallow.

It is not difficult to tell from these hoof prints that they should be Mongolian horses, because the hoofs of Mongolian horses are thicker and can leave deep marks on shallow soil.

What's more important is that when Mongolian horses run, the distance between their hooves is very small, which is a very eye-catching feature.

"This place is very close to Xiangyang. I heard that some time ago, the Mongols' 300,000 cavalry ran back and forth from this place several times, burning, killing and looting, doing everything along the way. More than a dozen villages were all slaughtered...almost turned into a bloody wasteland. Although, the Mongols did not attack any more towns.

But anyone can see that the Mongols are not like the legend at all. Because of the Xiangyang defense line, there is no way to enter the Central Plains area.

In fact, it was as if they were entering an uninhabited land, relying on their solid official channels to travel quickly.

This is why there is no way to stop them.

In order for the Silk Road to run smoothly, this official road was exceptionally strong and could accommodate eight or nine horses traveling abreast.

When running, the sound of horses' hooves can be as deafening as the beating of drums. "Li Mochou just glanced at the horse hoof prints on the ground and made a quick judgment. The Poison Hand Medicine King also came over from the side. This old guy also had a full understanding of the Mongols. He had been wandering around for a long time. Various Mongolian royal courts gave advice to the Mongolian Khans and provided various poisons in order to obtain various poisons and poisonous flowers that were very precious on the Mongolian grasslands.

"These horse hoof prints are indeed left by Mongolian military horses, and they should be King Mohan's horses... It seems that the Xiaoyao Defense Line, in fact, has long been in name only to some extent. The reason why the Mongols dare not The reason for the large-scale invasion of the hinterland of the Central Plains may be that once Xiangyang City is nailed like a nail in their offensive path, it is very likely to cause their supply line to be completely broken... This is for hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses. , simply a fatal threat.

Because once the supply line is cut off, these unrivaled cavalry on the grasslands will have no choice but to kill their own horses to fill their stomachs.

And the Mongols will completely lose all their advantages, especially the advantage in mobility... If the Mongols don't have horses, it's like an archer without a bow, and a spearman without a spear. A swordsman loses his sharpest sword. "

Wu Gong did not speak, but looked into the distance, as if he could look over the mountains in front of him, and could only see the city of Xiangyang standing on the edge of the grassland.

"There is smoke ahead, it seems like a battle is happening ahead!" Su Quan was still the scout of the entire convoy. She quickly swam back from a distance, "It seemed very fierce, as if the Song Dynasty's army and horses encountered Mongolia." Human rangers... However, when did the Song Dynasty’s military horses become so powerful in combat that they could unilaterally suppress the Mongolian rangers.”

Everyone shook their heads in disbelief, expressing their ignorance of the matter. Then they all boarded the carriage and moved towards the place where the smoke was rising not far away.

The carriage climbed onto a small hilly plateau, and looking down, two teams of men and horses were fighting bloody battles between woods and grasslands that didn't look very wide.

Or rather, it was a one-sided massacre.

Because a group of soldiers wearing iron armor were chasing a group of Mongolian cavalry wearing fur coats and fur hats between the woods and grass... The Mongolian cavalry looked particularly embarrassed, and everyone had colorful ribbons hanging on their bodies. He didn't seem to have any intention of resisting, but just fled between the woods and grass in embarrassment.

The horses under them were also wounded, with sharp arrows stuck in their butts, and blood flowed out from the wounds as if for free.

What is the origin of this gang?

Actually, you can run around chasing the Mongolian rangers. You must know that the Mongolian rangers are the most elite elites among the Mongolians. Among them, the most famous is that their riding skills are very good and they can run in extremely complex environments.

Woods and grasslands like this are almost their main battlefield, but at this moment, they don't have any advantage at all. Instead, they can only flee in embarrassment.

"This doesn't seem to be the cavalry of the Song Dynasty..." Mrs. Song, who had never had any sense of existence, came over and said, "This is very similar to the light riding technique of Wudang... No, this is the light riding technique of Wudang!"

Mrs. Song's face became gloomy and uncertain, "These people are Wudang disciples... They use a Wudang equestrian technique that is not spread to others." (End of this chapter)