swordsman in the heavens

"Brother Jinlun worships.

We said goodbye in a hurry that day, how are you doing now, brother? At that time, you and I were each our own masters, and we were only fulfilling the duties of ministers when we faced each other with swords and swords. I hope that brother will put aside the past grudges and recognize me as a friend. Brother, I have a disciple named Yi Tianheng.

It is true that he is a dragon and a phoenix among men. He defeated the Mongolian army of 300,000 men with a fire and achieved a great feat that has never been done before or since. I am secretly happy for him.

However, precisely because of his and Zhou Botong's actions, the Mongolian court was furious. Firstly, it sent troops to attack and destroy the rebellious sect Quanzhen Sect. Secondly, with lightning speed, it laid layers of traps and captured Yi Tianheng at the border of Songshan Mountain.

He will be beheaded in public soon.

The poor monk is deeply disturbed and is afraid that my brother will blame me, so I am writing this letter to inform you."

In the Guo Mansion, Guo Jing, who had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a serious demeanor, frowned. He sat on a wooden chair in the study and spread out the letter, which had been rushed from Songshan 800 miles away, on the wooden table.

The calligraphy strokes are like knives, very sharp. It can be imagined that the person who wrote this letter deliberately used this kind of strokes to provoke him.

How modest the words in the letter are, you can see how proud the other party is, and it is really a bad intention.

The gentle and virtuous Huang Rong was beside Guo Jing. Her belly had become prominent. To make it more comfortable, the chair she was sitting on was covered with soft cotton bags.

She pulled the letter from the table, lowered her head to read, and frowned unconsciously.

Her bright and wise eyes were flashing, and she said slowly: "It's hard to tell whether this matter is true or not. Brother Jing, please don't believe what Jinlun Bald Donkey says."

"I know that we should at least let the disciples of the Beggar Clan investigate. But there has been no news from Tian Heng since the fire burned the food and grass, which is really worrying."

"If this thing is true, what is Brother Jing going to do?"

"I will go north to Songshan to rescue him."

"The Golden Wheel Bald Donkey must have set up a dragnet now, just waiting for you to go."

Guo Jing smiled bitterly.

"Brother Zhou and Tian Heng are two meritorious ministers. One of the sects he came from was wiped out. If the other one is also killed, the impact will be huge. In the future, there will be no more Jianghu colleagues willing to guard Xiangyang. They will believe that once they defend Xiangyang

, there is only one way to die."

Huang Rong knew that her husband's words made sense and she could not refute it.

Guo Jing smiled reassuringly and said: "You don't have to worry too much. Not to mention that this matter may be false. Even if it is true, I have traveled all over the country for so many years. What kind of storms have I not seen? I will act cautiously and I will be able to escape unscathed.

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"You are right, the most important thing to do now is to explore the truth of the matter and then make a decision."

Speaking of the collapse of the Quanzhen Religion, Guo Jing felt a faint pain in his heart.

Because his mentor, Taoist Master Ma Yu, and his nephew Yang Guo were there, and their lives and deaths were uncertain.

The Mongols gathered a large army from the Zhongnan Mountains and attacked the Quanzhen Sect in one fell swoop. They surrounded the mountains and exterminated the sect. They killed people, set houses on fire, and burned forests and mountains. How could a martial arts sect resist such a thundering trend like a storm?

I'm afraid they are in danger!

His mentor Ma Yu was one of the most important guides in his life. When he was in the Mongolian desert, it was Ma Yu who traveled thousands of miles to teach him excellent internal skills. From then on, he got rid of the title of martial arts waste and gradually showed his martial arts skills.

Learn talent.

And his nephew Yang Guo is the only sworn brother Yang Kang. In his life, except for accidentally killing Yang Kang, he has almost no shame. If Yang Guo dies, he will never have the chance to make amends.

"You remember Taoist Ma and Guo'er, right?" Huang Rong sighed, "Since the news of the Quanzhen Sect's destruction came out, they look exactly the same every time you think of them."

"Oh, it would be great if Brother Zhou didn't tell us about the burning of grain and grass!"

"When I heard the news, I felt bad. It was already too late to block the news. However, I immediately sent a disciple from the gang to send a message to the Quanzhen Sect. They may have been prepared, but I don't know for sure."

"I think so too. Master is far-sighted and I believe he will be prepared."

At this time, Hong Qigong was in a dilapidated temple outside the city. He was lying on the ground with his legs crossed, and he didn't care that he was dirty. For a person like him who had been a beggar all his life, it was very important to be clean.

It is abnormal to be clean.

He is now nearly eighty, and his beard and hair are as white as frost, but his spirit is still very strong. This is the benefit of practicing internal energy for decades. Internal energy not only tempers the flesh and bones to an extraordinary level, but also has a great impact on the spirit.

Therefore, masters of the inner family generally live longer, and their combat power will become stronger as they grow older.

There was a pot beside him, with boiling soup and large chunks of meat. This was black dog meat, his favorite black dog meat in his life.

But the pot of meat was not sufficiently heated, so he lay on the ground and drank the wine from his gourd.

At this time, there was snow and wind outside the temple, but it was warm and cozy inside, which was really comfortable.

His ears twitched.

"Someone is here, walking very quickly. It seems there is something urgent."

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw two little beggars, Hu Ning and Liu Feng whom Yi Tianheng had met.

Hu Ning said anxiously: "Old gang leader, I have found you old."

Hong Qigong smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

"Gang Leader Huang asked you to return to the Guo Mansion as soon as possible, saying that there is a big matter to discuss."

"The Mongols are attacking again?" Hong Qigong frowned, "Otherwise, what big thing would happen?"

He immediately stood up, fished a handful of dog meat from the pot, and rushed out of the ruined temple in an instant.

"I'll give that pot of meat to you two boys. Try it carefully and don't waste it."

Hong Qigong's hearty voice came back from afar.

The wind blew by him quickly. After the battle between Song and Meng, he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his body. His mood was getting better and better, and his martial arts had also improved greatly.

What made him even more happy was that his disciple Guo Jing accepted an incredible disciple for him, and he defeated the 300,000 Mongolian army with a fire. Who in the world can achieve such a feat?

That disciple and grandson were very close to each other, and there was a sense of intimacy at first glance, as if the two were born grandsons. However, they had never seen each other again after the battle at Qingfengpo.

Hong Qigong used his internal strength to move very quickly. It only took less than a quarter of an hour to get from the ruined temple outside the city to Xiangyang City.

At this time, Xiangyang has returned to its former liveliness, with cars and horses flowing like dragons, and people swarming around. Even though it is windy and snowy, the enthusiasm in these people's hearts cannot be revealed.

Hong Qigong took one look at the crowd, then jumped up to a roof more than ten feet high next to the street, and walked on the roof in the snow.

"Mom, look at that beggar, he can fly!" A child on the street, whose face was red with cold, tore off my mother's clothes.

"That's a master of martial arts. I heard it's called Qing Gong."

"I will also learn this kind of Kung Fu in the future."

"What's the use of learning kung fu? I'm still a beggar."

"Ah, it seems to make sense."

The woman picked up her child and left calmly.

Hong Qigong kept flying on the roof and finally entered the Guo Mansion.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong had been waiting for him in the study for a long time. The three of them discussed it for a long time before finally coming up with a countermeasure.

The news came from the Guo Mansion that the Mongolian capture of Yi Tianheng was a complete fabrication!