Wandering the Immortals and Martial Heavens

The waves of the Han River are surging, and a small boat shakes endlessly.

I saw a guest in purple lying on the small boat, holding a jug of wine in his left hand, and resting his right hand under his neck as a pillow, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, looking relaxed.

"Great Master, look, there is someone sleeping on that boat. The river is flowing so fast that I can't even stand up. How can he lie on it?"

After Zhang Cuishan committed suicide that day, the six sects also retreated, but Zhang Wuji was captured by the Xuanming elders, and even fell into the palm of Xuanming.

The palm strength of Xuanming Palm is extremely cold, even Zhang Sanfeng can't help Zhang Wuji get rid of it.

If you want to completely get rid of the palm poison of Xuanming Palm, you must go to the Nine Suns Manual.

Since Jueyuan's death, the Nine Suns Manual has been divided into three parts, Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei each. Zhang Sanfen originally wanted to go to Shaolin and Emei to exchange cheat books in order to get the full version of the Nine Suns Manual, but in this world, Except for Zhang Sanfeng, every sect regards the secret books as extremely important, so how could it be possible to exchange them with other sects.

Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji down Shaoshi Mountain and came to the bank of the Han River, but the water was so fast that even ordinary people on the boat couldn't stand upright, so Zhang Wuji saw someone lying down and sleeping on the small boat in front of him, It was as if a new thing had been discovered.

Zhang Sanfeng looked along, only felt that this young man had a lot of kung fu, watching his breathing, his appearance was no different from his disciples.

I thought to myself: "Which sect is this disciple, he has already reached the first-class level at a young age. If he is given a few more years, he may be no worse than the head of a great sect."

"Wuji, that young man has a superb internal force. The river seems to be rushing, but the boat under him is not bumping at all."

His Wudang sect can be regarded as a great sect, although his seven disciples have extraordinary aptitudes, but only a few have entered the first-rate realm, and the sixth and seventh disciples are still stuck in the second-rate realm.

Just as he was thinking, a loud voice suddenly came from a distance: "Stop the boat quickly, hand over this child obediently, and the Buddha will spare your life, otherwise you can't be blamed for being ruthless!"

Following the sound, two river boats came galloping forward. A big bearded man was sitting on the stern of a small boat in front, paddling rapidly with both hands. In the cabin sat a boy and a girl and two children. There are several Mongolian officers and soldiers and fan monks.

Suddenly there was a scream of "ah", and the boy in the boat was hit by an arrow in his vest.

The big bearded man was startled, when he leaned over to look, he was hit by arrows one after another on his shoulder and back, he couldn't hold the wooden oar in his hand, and fell into the middle of the river, the boat he was sitting on immediately didn't move.

The big boat caught up in an instant, and seven or eight Mongolian military officers and fan monks jumped onto the small boat.

The big bearded man stood unyielding, punched and kicked, and resisted with all his might.

"Don't worry, man, I'll help you."

Jingzhou was waiting for this day on the Han River these days, and now Chang Yuchun was outnumbered, and he was about to run out, so he stopped lying down, clapped his hands, and flew up from the small boat with the help of the anti-shock force. In a blink of an eye, they landed on the boat of Chang Yuchun's group.

This is a great general, he is rarely defeated in battle, Jing Zhou is not willing to let him die.

Zhu Yuanzhang was able to win the world, and Chang Yuchun did a lot of hard work!

Several Mongolian soldiers swished two arrows and shot towards Jing Zhou.

They didn't expect that there were still people who would dare to meddle in their own business, and they really didn't know how to write dead words.

"Die!"

Jing Zhou pulled out the long sword from his waist sword, and the scabbard swung away the incoming arrows. With a flash of sword light, a streak of blood appeared on the necks of the three Mongolian soldiers on board, and they twitched and fell to the ground.

A group of Mongolian soldiers saw that he had eliminated three people with one sword, and they thought they were not easy to provoke, so they didn't dare to attack rashly.One of the leaders scolded: "That boy, what are you doing! Which school are you disciples from?"

They are in this line of business, but they are arresting rebels. If they meet anyone who dares to stop them, they will kill them directly. It's just that the people in the Jianghu have complicated forces behind them. In addition, Jing Zhou killed the three of them with a single sword. The military officer wanted to feel the bottom of Jingzhou.

"The dog tartar commits crimes, kills good people, and makes the people of the world miserable. I should kill him!"

Before he finished speaking, Jing Zhou made two backhand swords, killing several Mongolian soldiers.

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, several monks scolded angrily: "The boy wants to die!"

A few people left Chang Yuchun alone and surrounded Jing Zhou to kill them.

Even though this kid killed a few Mongolian soldiers and had some tricks, he was definitely no match for them. Even if this kid started practicing kung fu from the womb, how much kung fu could he have?

It's just a hassle to deal with.

They are not the fearful military officers.

"Good come!"

Seeing several foreign monks calling towards him, Jing Zhou was a little excited.

During this period of time, even though they killed a few unremarkable little thieves, they couldn't show the brilliance of the Nine Suns Divine Art. These few monks can just give it a try.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he forced one person back. He stretched out his left hand and tapped twice, only to hear the sound of piercing through the air, and the expressions of the two monks suddenly changed. They only felt that an invisible sword was stabbing towards their eyebrows, Seeing Jing Zhou's palm also retracted, he wanted to protect him, but he was a step too late. With a "poof", a flower bloomed between a person's eyebrows, and blood flowed down the small hole on his forehead. It squirted out, and then the other one followed suit, with eyes wide open, and with fear, went down.

"This young man is very skilled in martial arts. He killed two foreign monks in the blink of an eye. I just don't know what sect this young man is from. It would be great if he was a member of Ming Cult." Chang Yuchun felt even more bitter.

If it weren't for this, I'm afraid that my lord wouldn't be defeated so quickly.

As soon as Jing Zhou made a move, two monks died in an instant, which frightened everyone on board. The leading military officer swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said cautiously: "Young hero, can you let us go back? As long as the young hero lets us go , the imperial court will definitely reward you!"

When Chang Yuchun heard this, he was anxious, for fear that the young master would compromise and be recruited by the court.

If the person holding the sword in front of him also became an enemy, he would have no chance of surviving.

I can die, but what should this little master do.Thinking of the lord's previous entrustment, he hurriedly shouted: "Young master, you must not listen to the words of the Tartars. The court is fatuous and the people are in dire straits. In the eyes of the Yuan people, we Han people are just pigs and dogs!"

The general scolded angrily: "Chang Yuchun, you are still stubborn when you are about to die! You young man, you can rest assured, the imperial court has always valued capable people."

Jing Zhou laughed loudly and said, "I am a good man from the Han family, how can I be a running dog of a tartar! In this world, if I want something, I will get it myself, why use others to reward me!"

"Don't say it's the imperial court, what's the matter with the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty!"

Zhang Sanfeng at the side felt his blood rushing when he heard Jing Zhou's words, thinking that this was the first time he had seen such a young man after living for so long.Can't help shouting: "Young Xia said well!"

Zhang Wuji clenched his little hands even more excitedly, his face flushed, and he felt that the man in front of him was really a hero.

Although he has a kind heart, he has known since he was a child that the Tartars are tyrannical, burning, killing, looting and committing all sorts of crimes, so in his opinion, those who kill the Tartars like Jing Zhou are heroes.

It's just a pity that I don't have much life, otherwise I can protect the country as my home, protect the safety of the people in one side, and not be bullied by the Tartars.

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, the military officer opened his mouth wide and stammered, "You...you...you", "You can't kill me! I, I am..."

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