The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Qintong was shocked and thought: "No matter what, this General Du is guarding one side and has always been the guardian of their land. He guards this place and protects the people so that they can live and work in peace and contentment. He is the symbol of this place. He is what people rely on, but he cannot be hurt."

Qintong understood that although Du Que was brave, it was difficult to resist him in this situation.

A decisive thought came to his mind. He could not watch Du Que get injured or even die.

However, Qintong thought in his mind: "If I act rashly, I'm afraid it will cause greater chaos. The bandit in front of me is obviously a shrewd gangster, and every move he makes is full of threats. If he acts rashly, he will only I'm afraid it will make the situation even more uncontrollable.

Therefore, despite the strong desire surging in his heart, Qintong remained calm. He knew that at this moment, he needed to choose his moment of action wisely. He needs to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity to ensure safety.

Qintong's eyes were fixed on the thief, and his brain was running rapidly, looking for the best solution. He couldn't just act impulsively, he had to be calm and keep his head clear.

Seeing Zhang Sheng's hand move, Qin Tong obviously wanted to raise his fan to block out of instinctive reaction.

Qin Tong's actions happened like lightning and beyond everyone's expectation. He quickly took a step forward and kicked hard at the end of the folding fan in Zhang Sheng's hand. That kick hit the folding fan accurately and brought it out. At the same time, he used the folding fan to block the bandit's spear and shook the tip of the spear away.

At this moment, Zhang Sheng's eyes widened, and he had no time to react. Qintong's actions were so fast and decisive that it was unbelievable. He just felt that he couldn't help but want to lift the folding fan, and suddenly he felt his hand being strongly moved, and then it was waved again, blocking the thieves' spear.

The tip of the spear collided with the folding fan, making a sharp metallic collision sound.

The thieves' attack was blocked, and he couldn't help feeling suspicious and angry. He did not expect such a decisive reaction from a seemingly weak scholar.

Qin Tong exerted just the right amount of force, and the folding fan shook away the tip of the traitor's spear. However, the folding fan was not knocked away and was still held in Zhang Sheng's hand. Zhang Sheng also thought it was his sudden explosive power in the face of danger.

Du Que stood beside Zhang Sheng. At this time, his attention was completely focused on the gun-wielding soldier, so he did not notice Qintong's actions. He did not expect the scholar to be able to save himself. After all, Zhang Sheng was a weak scholar, and the opponent was a strong man with a gun. He was already prepared to deal with it and was ready to quickly counterattack the moment the opponent launched an attack.

However, in a flash of lightning, he felt a powerful force knocking the spear away, which surprised him. He quickly turned around and saw that Zhang Sheng had already raised his folding fan to block the spear, while the piano boy was standing behind Zhang Sheng with a calm look on his face.

Du Que couldn't help but secretly admired: "I really underestimated Jun Rui's ability." Although Zhang Sheng was not as good as himself in martial arts, he showed extraordinary courage at the critical moment.

In the distance at the mountain gate of Pujiu Temple, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and Elder Faben looked at it from a distance. Although they couldn't see clearly, they were shocked by the tragic atmosphere of the battlefield. They were dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.

Fa Cong stuck his head out and sighed: "Master, this is a violation of the law of killing!"

"Amitabha!" Master Faben and Mrs. Cui Xiangguo couldn't help but shout the Buddha's name and looked at Zhang Sheng and Du Que in front of the formation.

Du Que turned around and chased the bandit. This enemy seemed not easy to deal with. The opponent had a long gun and was very skilled. He was obviously an experienced gangster. Du Que raised the sword in his hand, quickly turned into a stream of light, and stabbed at the opponent.

The bandit didn't show any weakness. He blocked Du Que's attack with the tip of his spear, making a sharp metal collision sound. The figures of the two people shuttled quickly in front of the formation, and the sound of swords and guns clashing could be heard endlessly.

The tense atmosphere of this life-and-death struggle filled the entire battlefield. Du Que devoted himself wholeheartedly to the battle. Every move he made was swift and accurate, striving to subdue the opponent.

The bandit took full advantage of his spear. He kept making moves, trying to find opportunities to break through Du Que's defense line. The two of them were going back and forth, and the outcome of the battle was not yet decided.

Zhang Sheng and Qintong, who were watching the battle from the sidelines, stared nervously at both sides of the battle. They knew in their hearts that if Du Que was injured, it would be a huge loss.

The fight between Du Que and the bandits became more and more intense, and they were unwilling to show weakness. The thieves' offensive became more and more fierce, but Du Que remained vigilant at all times and did not give the opponent any chance.

At this moment, there were loud shouts on the battlefield, and the traitors fled one after another. They had seen that the situation was over, and staying here would only lead to death. For a time, the chaotic battlefield was filled with noise and chaotic footsteps.

The bandit who was fighting fiercely with Du Que saw that the situation was not good. He stabbed Du Que fiercely several times, forcing Du Que back, then quickly turned around and ran away.

Du Que took a deep breath. He knew that there was no need to pursue him at this moment. The most important thing was to ensure the safety of himself and those around him. He looked at Zhang Sheng, feeling reassured.

"Jun Rui, are you okay?" Du Que hurriedly stepped forward to check, his eyes full of concern.

Zhang Sheng shook his head. Although he was pale with fright, he was not hurt. He couldn't help but burst into tears and said with emotion: "Oh, my sworn brother, you're okay, that's great!"

Du Que nodded, feeling quite emotional in his heart. He turned to look at the soldier and found that he had fled the battlefield. At this moment, there is only chaos.

Qintong felt relieved when he saw that Du was fine. Zhang Sheng turned his head and looked at Qin Tong. After all, the folding fan just now was a bit strange, but he saw Qin Tong as if nothing happened.

I couldn't help but look to the rear of Pujiu Temple again, and I saw a few heads peeking out from behind the mountain gate. The naked ones were naturally Master Faben and Senior Brother Facong, and the gray-haired one seemed to be Mrs. Cui Xiangguo.

So he stretched out his folding fan and waved towards the mountain gate.

On the other side of the mountain gate, Elder Faben, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and Monk Fa Cong saw Zhang Sheng waving his folding fan and couldn't help but wave their hands too.

After the battle, Du Que led the people to tidy up the battlefield, clean up the wounded, and comfort the injured soldiers. Although the victory was hard-won, the battle finally ended in victory.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the vast battlefield, illuminating the chaotic scene. Du Que's army finally succeeded in capturing the bandit leader Sun Feihu.

Du Que's soldiers dragged Sun Feihu to the center of the battlefield and tied him tightly with ropes. Sun Feihu's face showed no malice. He looked at Du Que with a sneer, as if he was mocking his weakness.

At this time, Du Que stood up, his expression serious and decisive. He knew that the decision at this moment would affect the morale and discipline of the entire army.

Du Que's face was solemn, and he ordered the secretary to prepare documents and report them to the court to prove Ding Wenya's crime of dereliction of duty.

With a stern look on his face, he loudly shouted to the entire army: "Come on, behead Sun Feihu in public!"