Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1750
Then the bodies of Quanzhen sect disciples were buried. The Quanzhen sect was in a state of desolation. After all, many disciples lost their lives after this time.

At this time, Yang Cong called all the disciples into the main hall, looked at the disciples, and remembered the days when the Quanzhen sect disciples gathered together in the past, Yang Cong cheered up, and said in a deep voice to the disciples: "All disciples listen to the order." , from today onwards, you have to work harder to practice martial arts, so as to avoid today's end, well, you step back."

After hearing this, all the disciples said to Yang Cong: "I know the teacher." Then they left the hall.

Yang Cong walked into the ancestral hall of the Quanzhen Sect. Looking at the newly placed spiritual seats, Yang Cong let out a deep breath. The body explodes.

Among the small towns at the foot of the Quanzhen Sect Mountain, the once peaceful and happy town is now full of wreckage, and occasionally a few Mongolian soldiers are chasing and killing ordinary people. In a mansion a few hundred meters away, several The Mongolian generals were sitting among them, drinking wine and talking. There were still some blood stains next to these Mongolian generals, which should have been left by the owner of the mansion.

A middle-aged Mongolian general with a rough face and a big beard drank a large bowl of wine, and then said excitedly: "The people of Song Dynasty are really trash. We directly broke their city and killed them." Their people don’t dare to resist us when they grab their things, and occasionally some so-called Jianghu people come to us to kill, it’s really cool!”

The rest of the Mongol generals laughed when they heard it, and another person went on to say: "These Song people occupy such a fertile place but are unable to defend it well, so we can only help them defend it, hahahaha!"

At this time, a Mongolian soldier in leather armor broke in from the door, and he looked anxious.

"Why are you so flustered?" The Mongolian general sitting at the top looked at the hurried soldier with a displeased look on his face, and shouted coldly.

"Report to the general, more than a thousand soldiers we sent to the Quanzhen Sect are dead. Only the national teacher came back seriously injured and persuaded us to flee the Central Plains." The Mongolian soldier said quickly, and couldn't help but wipe his hands after finishing his words. Cold sweat on his forehead.

"What? All dead? The national teacher was seriously injured? Fleeing from the Central Plains? Impossible! I have hundreds of thousands of troops in Mongolia, all of whom are elite soldiers and strong generals. How can we not shoot them!" The Mongolian general smashed the table in front of him from the middle. Slapping it away, he said angrily.

The Mongolian general looked at the soldier with cold eyes, and then shouted in a cold tone: "Where is the National Preceptor? Ask him to come see me!" Then the Mongolian general walked out of the hall and looked at the National Preceptor, Dalba and others standing outside the hall. Head bowed.

The Mongolian general looked cold, glanced at everyone coldly, and snorted coldly: "Trash!"

Master Jinlun raised his head unwillingly and said: "General, I advise you to withdraw your troops. The real Yang Cong of the Quanzhen sect will avenge his revenge. Today my Mongolian army killed his disciple. I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of, my Mongolian army is brave and good at fighting, how can I be afraid of him alone, even if he is strong in martial arts, he can't stop the might of our Mongolian army!" The Mongolian general said firmly.

Then he shouted coldly to the soldiers around him: "Gather everyone together to attack the Quanzhen Sect!"

In the Chongyang Palace, Qiu Chuji looked at Yang Cong with an ugly expression. After looking at Yang Cong, he sighed quietly and said in a tired tone: "Oh, Cong'er, this time."

Looking at Qiu Chuji's expression, Yang Cong knew what he was thinking, so he comforted him: "Master, do you still remember what I said a month ago, I said, I will kill as many as he comes!"

At this moment, a disciple came outside the main hall to ask for an audience. Yang Cong let him in. As soon as the disciple entered the main hall, he knelt down on one knee and said, "Report to Master, some disciples found Mongols haunting at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain."

Yang Cong asked him to step back and wait for his order, but Qiu Chuji's face became even more ugly when he heard it. He wanted Yang Cong to leave Zhongnan Mountain with his elite disciples, but now it was too late.

Yang Cong looked at Qiu Chuji, and said decisively: "Master, these Mongols are now invading our Great Song Dynasty and killing our people in the Great Song Dynasty. They committed such a crime a long time ago. My Quanzhen Sect originated from the Quanzhen Patriarch Wang Chongyang, and the Chongyang Patriarch The creation of our faction is to defend our Great Song Dynasty against gold, and our Quanzhen sect’s mission is to act chivalrously, fight for righteousness, save the poor and help the poor! Master! Think for yourself!” After speaking, Yang Cong walked out of the hall.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun slowly emerged from the top of the mountain. After a while, the morning glow filled the woods, and a trace of mist rose at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the sound of horses running came from the foot of the mountain, scaring the birds and beasts in the forest to flee.

The horses at the foot of the mountain are the Mongolian army. After the integration last night, the Mongolian soldiers gathered together and ran towards Zhongnan Mountain. Now they have reached the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. The general of the Mongolian army who assembled the army yesterday is sitting in the The army is in the middle.

Looking at the precipitous mountain of Zhongnan Mountain, he said in a deep voice: "This mountain is steep, and all the members of the Quanzhen Sect are members of the martial arts world. If we rush to the mountain recklessly, we will suffer heavy losses. However, this mountain is full of trees, so we will directly burn it to death." You can force the people of Quanzhen Sect to send them down the mountain by themselves.” Afterwards, many archers were sent to prevent the people of Quanzhen Sect from rushing down the mountain.

In the Chongyang Palace of the Quanzhen Sect, Qiu Chuji listened to the information reported by his disciples and knew that there were heavy soldiers guarding the foot of the mountain, and that the Mongol soldiers were planning to set the Zhongnan Mountain on fire. He intends to stop him, but looking at the archers all over the mountain, some of them are mixed with strong bows, even one of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen would be daunted.

"No, we can't wait any longer, the fire will burn up the mountain sooner or later." Wang Chu said with a gloomy expression as he grabbed the sword in his hand and said hastily.

If the fire is not too big now, you can still rush down, otherwise there is only a dead end.

When Wang Chuyi brought up his inner strength and was about to rush down, Yang Cong stepped out of the hall to stop Wang Chuyi and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Master, don't be anxious, I will deal with it, you just watch from the side." As soon as he fell, Yang Cong used Qinggong and flew directly down from Zhongnan Mountain.

When the archers at the foot of the mountain saw someone coming down from the mountain, they hurriedly aimed their bows at that person, charged up and shot.

"Swish"

The rain of arrows in the sky was shot towards Yang Cong. Yang Cong looked at the rain of arrows and smiled calmly. He quickly raised his hand and used the sleeves of his Taoist robe to control the rain of arrows in his sleeves. Then he shouted: "Give it back to you." !”

(End of this chapter)