Song Mingyue

Chapter 87

At this time, most of the people around had dispersed, and hundreds of rebels were also in a mess, fleeing one after another, fearing that the divine thunder that fell from the sky would fall by their side.

Like a cheetah, Wu Song jumped several times in a row, passed through the panicked rebels, and the Jiedao in his hand danced vigorously, causing all the rebels to evade one after another, and rushed to the high platform in the blink of an eye.

"Stop him quickly!" Shen Ming finally felt the threat, and hissed in shock.

All the green scarf guards were still in a panic, only a few of them heard Shen Ming's order and came to intercept Wu Song with their knives in hand.

The Jie Dao in Wu Song's hand waved like the wind, where the sharp blade swept across, several green scarf guards were either shattered to pieces, or their bodies were separated, killing blood and screaming everywhere.

The two blue scarf leaders raised their knives to meet them, but they were not Wu Song's single-handed enemy. Under Wu Song's hard work, one had his arm chopped off, and the other was kicked off the high platform.

Wu Song's long hair was disheveled, like a demon god, holding Jie Dao, walking the bloody road, going straight to Shen Ming, determined to kill this rebel leader who cares nothing about human life.

Among the rebel army, Shen Ming is also considered a mighty general with both civil and military skills. Seeing Wu Song coming to kill him with a sword, he knew that there was no way out, so he immediately raised his sword and went to meet Wu Song.

"Dog thief, don't be crazy!"

With a violent shout, the sword in Shen Ming's hand swept across in an instant, wrapped in a moon-like ray of light.

Almost in a breath, Shen Ming had come close, slashing at Wu Song with the saber in his chest.

The Green Turban rebels on the side all held their breath, they were surprised to find that Wu Song didn't show any signs of attacking, as if they were shocked by the momentum of their own general.

The hearts of all the rebels suddenly burst into ecstasy, thinking that their general was about to win.

At the moment when the blade came forward, Wu Song's body suddenly moved, and before the naked eyes could clearly see how he moved, the Jie Dao that was originally in his arms was already slashing towards Shen Ming.

Coming later, the saber was so fast that it cut Shen Ming first.

Shen Ming was terrified, never thought that Wu Song's movement was so fast, before he could think about it, he turned the saber and moved diagonally to block it.

The extremely fierce blade, carrying a mad force that Shen Ming had never seen in his life, hit Shen Ming's neck like a rainbow.

puff~
Shen Ming's head flew out, and the headless corpse slowly fell down with blood gushing out.

A deadly move!
"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Thunder Cloud Storm!"

With the roar of the banyan tree, more divine thunders descended from the sky.

The thunder was continuous and blossomed everywhere, causing those rebels to run away with their heads in their arms. The few rebels who were holding torches had already thrown away the torches in their hands and fled in all directions, avoiding the divine thunder that did not know where it would fall.

Gunpowder smoke filled the central square of the town, like a thick fog, which had already obstructed the line of sight, and the visibility was less than five meters.

"The demon is on the banyan tree, quickly climb up the tree and kill him!" Someone was the first to react and shouted anxiously.

One word awakened the dreamer, and several people wearing yellow turbans rushed towards the banyan tree with their knives and guns in hand.

"Shen Tongzhi was killed!" Someone on the stage exclaimed.

The rebels in the audience had no leader, and became more and more chaotic, at a loss for what to do.

At this moment, Zhao Hao, who was watching from the roof, took the opportunity to shout loudly: "The officers and soldiers are coming, run!"

This cry became the last straw that crushed the hearts of the rebels.

Thunder fell from the sky, the main general was beheaded, and now the officers and soldiers are attacking again. The series of blows made these rebels, who were originally not high in fighting quality, completely collapsed, and they ran away in all directions. They only hated their parents for losing two legs. .

Shen Ming on the stage had been killed, the two blue scarf chieftains were either dead or injured, the remaining two blue scarf chieftains and all the green scarf rebels saw that Wu Song, the killing god, was committing crimes on the stage, so they all jumped off the stage and died escape.

The six or seven hundred main force of the rebel army just fled without a fight, and they escaped cleanly in an instant.

Seeing that the general situation was settled, Zhao Hao also climbed down from the roof with Zhao Dian and others, ran to the huge pile of firewood, and rescued the Anxi Town Lizheng family who were trapped on the firewood.

A family of [-] to [-] people wandered around in front of the ghost gate. Seeing that the whole family was in danger, they were rescued at this moment, and they were already crying.

However, Zhao Hao walked under the banyan tree with big strides, and shouted loudly: "Amitabha, Blessed Boundless Heavenly Venerable, Daoist Priest with boundless magic power, can you come down and have a look!"

"The benefactor is missing, the Buddha is the Buddha, the way is the way, how can it be messed up!" Before the words finished, a person floated down on the banyan tree.

When I fixed my eyes, I saw that the man was about 25 or [-] years old, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, with disheveled hair, and his face was dirty as if he hadn't washed his face for a month, especially the Taoist robe, which was on the abdomen. A big hole was torn, exposing a section of trousers.

He was holding a whisk in his hand, the hair was almost falling out, and he was carrying an old long sword on his back, I don't know if the sword is rusty...

Zhao Hao felt messed up, at first he thought he must be an old Taoist with a sense of demeanor, but who would have thought that the one who appeared in front of him turned out to be a young and sloppy Taoist priest.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, poor Dao Chong Hezi, I don't know what to call the benefactor." The Taoist priest shook his hand, and then stepped forward to salute Zhao Hao.

"Wang Wenqing, strength 78, intelligence 84, command 60, politics 71, health 89, host favorability 70."

Chong Hezi, Wang Wenqing... the founder of the Shenxiao faction!
Wang Wenqing is good at Leifa.His disciples are widely distributed in the north and south of the Yangtze River, from the Song Dynasty to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, especially the Taoist veins.In the Yuan Dynasty, it was added as "Chongxu Tongmiao Real Man", and was also awarded as "Chongxu Tongmiao Linghui Real Man".

Later, after becoming Lin Lingsu, a Taoist priest who was favored by Zhao Ji was much more low-key than Lin Lingsu.

Zhao Hao never expected to meet such a patriarch of a certain sect of Taoism in this place, and he pretended to be perfunctory, but he couldn't help feeling a little shocked and excited in his heart.

At this time, the entire family there came to pay their respects, but Zhao Hao, Wu Song, Wang Wenqing and others refused to accept.

It was night, Zhao Hao and his party, Wang Wenqing and others rested in the town, where the family slaughtered chickens and sheep, and offered all their hospitality.Only then did Zhao Hao realize that Taoist priests are different from monks in that they can eat meat. Seeing Wang Wenqing devouring it, it seemed that he hadn't eaten for a few days, and he couldn't help but laugh.

The next day, Zhao Hao and Wang Wenqing bid farewell to the Lizheng family, who wanted to thank them with money, but Zhao Hao naturally would not accept it, and Wang Wenqing also refused.

Originally, there was planning to promise Zhao Hao his youngest daughter to repay Zhao Hao's life-saving grace. His youngest daughter was the woman in red who wrote the letter that day. A nice marriage.

Zhao Hao was born with a good-looking talent, was born into a wealthy family, and had the grace of saving his life, so the little beauty was naturally willing to do so.The wife over there was also moved. Last night, she pulled Xie Yun into the conversation, and her tone revealed the meaning intentionally or unintentionally. How could Xie Yun not know, but because the child had already made an appointment, it made the other mother and daughter depressed. One night.

Although the rebels left, there Zheng's family didn't dare to stay in the town anymore. After saying goodbye to Zhao Hao and others and Wang Wenqing, they packed up their money and left Anxi Town in a hurry.

Seeing that Lizheng's family had already driven away, Zhao Hao invited Wang Wenqing to accompany him, but he politely refused.

Zhao Hao knew that this kind of people who had attained the Dao were all wandering wild cranes, and Shennong never saw his head but never saw his tail. He came and went without a trace, and he didn't keep him.

Wang Wenqing was not polite, but accepted the horse after some excuses.

Everyone bid farewell to Wang Wenqing.

Looking at the back of Wang Wenqing riding away on horseback, Zhao Hao felt quite regretful in his heart. If he was traveling with such a Taoist priest who could throw bombs, it would be a little more secure on the road.

Just when Zhao Hao turned around and was about to board the carriage, he suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes. He turned around suddenly, but saw Wang Wenqing leaving and returning.

Zhao Hao was overjoyed and rushed to meet him.

That Wang Wenqing also got off the horse, ran to Zhao Hao, but said something that shocked Zhao Hao.

"That... Mr. Zhao... the poor man is so shy, can he raise a couple of dollars..."

I'll go... Just now, there was going to thank you with a hundred dollars, so why don't you pretend to be serious.

Wang Wenqing looked at Zhao Hao's bewildered expression, but his tone became upright and serious: "The poor and the good have kindness. If you take money from people, the world will use the poor to do things for money... As for raising money from the son, That is to cultivate virtue for the young master..."

Zhao Hao was speechless, and turned his head back to give Wang Wenqing five guan coins...the horse couldn't run anymore, and asked his mother for one thousand guan coins—official banknotes issued in limited quantities.

Poor Taoist, rich monk.

In particular, Wang Wenqing's road will be thundered and thundered at every turn. The refining of divine thunder requires a lot of sulfur, charcoal, and saltpeter, and there are many places that need money.

Seeing Zhao Hao's generosity, Wang Wenqing was also moved in his heart. Although he didn't say a few words of gratitude, the gratitude was beyond words.

Finally, the two said goodbye again and left.

Zhao Hao and his party continued to head north under the protection of Wu Song, Zhao Dian and others.

After traveling for half a day, it was more than [-] miles away from Anxi Town, and entered a valley road. After passing this valley, it left the boundary of Hangzhou and entered Huzhou.

At this moment, there was a thunderous sound of horseshoes in front of him.

Zhao Dian and Wu Song raised their heads suddenly, and their expressions changed drastically.

Hundreds of rebel cavalry rushed over, most of them were green scarves, and there were many purple scarves, blue scarves and blue scarves.

The elite of the rebels!
(End of this chapter)