The world of beautiful manga is an otaku

But although I was planning so, there was still a big gap between reality and imagination.

Without the pressure of survival, Liang Yue finally persisted for a few hours. At midnight, his hearty snoring began to sound in the stone room next to the official road.

Even until the morning of the next day, this guy still woke up from his sweet sleep by the neighing sound of the horses beside him.

With a hazy sleeping face, Liang Yue was leaning against the door of the stone house, with her hands in her sleeves, yawning while watching the endless figures of soldiers passing by on the official road not far away

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From the officers and soldiers of this team, Liang Yue could vaguely see a bit of awe-inspiring evil spirit.

According to the information he inquired, it has only been more than 30 years since the establishment of the Qing Dynasty. The Emperor Kangxi, who was regarded as the emperor of the ages by some later generations, had just ascended the throne for a while.

At this time, the little emperor was probably still dormant, and the power of government affairs in the court should still be in the hands of several ministers.

As a group of soldiers at the beginning of the founding of the Qing Dynasty, they were indeed good in terms of combat effectiveness. At this time, the hundreds of officers and soldiers passing by the road were obviously the elite among them.

From a distance, they were all strong and powerful, with a strong aura of a military soldier.

"Depending on the situation, these people are going to rush to Shaolin Temple, right? Is it really that coincidental?"

As soon as this thought arose, Liang Yue's heart suddenly moved.

Just as he was thinking about whether he would deal with this army halfway here, and he seemed a little stunned.

On the official road not far away, several leading soldiers also noticed Liang Yue's existence and frequently glanced at him.

However, the other party obviously had no intention of causing trouble for him at this time. He waited until the armor disappeared at the end of the road, and both sides were in peace.

"If you want to talk about the court hawks, these people should not be considered. At most, they are just a group of elite soldiers. According to the definition of the system, hawks should refer to the kind of martial arts masters who surrendered to the past."

"Well~ It's better not to alert the snake for the time being. Let's talk about everything after you arrive at Shaolin Temple."

After this consideration, Liang Yue turned around and returned to the house, washed her face in the sink, and after dealing with her personal hygiene, she began to prepare today's breakfast~

After working hard, it took about half an hour before this guy was full and drunk, and then he rode the tall horse next to him to continue marching.

Along the way, he fell behind the officers and soldiers slowly, following the traces of marching on the road, neither getting too close nor having to worry about losing the team.

When it was dinner time, Liang Yue did not forget to stop to reward herself and the horses.

In the end, the guy finally arrived at a small town at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain the next morning.

At this time, a group of officers and soldiers with a number of about four or five hundred had already assembled here and began to follow the mountain road and head towards the Shaolin Temple in a fierce manner.

For this town, Liang Yue's arrival was almost just a drop of water into the sea and was not at all conspicuous.

A large number of people were gathering in the town at this time, looking at the marching force with their heads and minds. The discussions between them were very complicated.

After placing the horses beneath him in an inn, Liang Yue also mixed into the crowd and silently observed the Qing army in the distance.

When all the officers and soldiers who went up the mountain set off and the crowd gradually dispersed, the figure of this guy had disappeared at some point!

Soon, about an hour later, after avoiding the layers of officers and soldiers on the mountain road and wading with the messy branches and dead grass, Liang Yue finally came to the outside of Shaolin Temple from the forest on the side of the hillside.

"Kill~~!!"

At this time, the officers and soldiers' offensive to attack Shaolin had already started, and fierce shouts of killing were heard everywhere above the temple.

The Qing army seemed to be adhering to the tactics of plundering and slaughtering in the past. Once they entered a gathering area, they would set fires everywhere and ignite surrounding buildings.

Pieces of fire and smoke were floating from all directions in the temple, slowly covering the nearby sky.

At this time, Liang Yue was standing at the base of a wall in a corner of the temple, and changed himself into a set of Qing military uniforms that he had taken off a checkpoint soldier on the way up the mountain.

This military uniform is gray and light, with very low quality and almost no defensiveness.

Liang Yue stood there with awkward look on her face, wearing a red treasure cap on her head, and a big "soldier" embroidered with a white and black letter on her chest, feeling uncomfortable inside and outside.

"This is a special ~ a copycat!"

He grabbed the clothes and glanced at them, Liang Yue rolled her eyes immediately.

Obviously, as a student who knows a lot about history, he can certainly recognize that this military uniform is definitely not a genuine product. The reason is probably related to the director's script...

However, Liang Yue was not very concerned about these details at this time.

The guy turned his hand and a pickaxe suddenly appeared in his palm, and then waved it to the wall in front of him.

A few seconds later, a simple rectangular portal with a width of ninety and a height of one hundred and eight hundred appeared in front of me.

As he stepped into it, Liang Yue turned her arms again and again, and the iron pickaxe in her palm was immediately replaced by two standard knives of Qing soldiers.

The knife looks like a waist knife, and its quality is reasonable. Although it is a bit light in the hand, it is easier to slash.

At this moment, a noise suddenly came from the front.

"Hu~hu~hiss!hu~"

Accompanied by violent breathing and breathing, a embarrassed monk quickly turned out from the corner of a Buddhist temple.

At this time, the monk was covered in dust and looked overly frightened. He was covered in sweat and his shoulders were cut, and a large piece of blood had dyed his robes red.

While running, he was panicked and observing the situation behind him.

I never thought that when I just turned the corner, I happened to face Liang Yue, who was holding two swords and waving back and forth.

"ah!"

Seeing this, the monk screamed in surprise, his legs became weak, and he was frightened and he collapsed on the ground, his feet kept pedaling on the ground, looking at someone with a desperate look on his face.

Seeing this, Liang Yue couldn't help but curl her lips secretly, and immediately became suspicious of the so-called Shaolin monk's name.

"Yeah~"

Then, he was too lazy to talk nonsense to the monk, so he took his chin and pointed at the door opened on the wall at the other party, signaling him to get out of here.

Seeing this, the monk was stunned, but then he became full of surprise.

After nodding gratefully to Liang Yue, he quickly got up from the ground, covered his wound, and penetrated through the small door on the wall, escaping from the sky.

Liang Yue did not stay in place at this time, just holding two swords in his hand and slowly walked towards the temple in the direction the monk came.

As a result, a tall, strong and bearded Qing soldier trotted from the opposite side.

"Where is that monk?"

"I have already killed it~"

“Good done!”

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