Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself.

"Gudong~"

Yue Lingshan swallowed hard and swallowed everything in her mouth.

Wu Gong leaned close to her ear: "This is our secret!"

Yue Lingshan didn't speak, but nodded with a red face.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but her tongue was still waving at the corner of her mouth.

Changed clothes.

Yue Lingshan escaped from the cabin.

Wu Gong also walked to the edge of the deck refreshed.

He looked at the looming lights on the shore in the distance.

Suddenly for the first time I became dependent on this world.

He raised his palm.

Give it a gentle squeeze.

The whole fist expanded with force.

When you open your palm, the swollen part has shrunk again.

Although this world does not have high-tech electronic products such as mobile phones, computers, and wireless networks, it gives him great power and the opportunity to do whatever he wants.

Maybe it's not bad to stay in this world.

"What's over there?"

A voice came from below.

The people who had no money to buy tickets and could only sit on the big deck and sleep suddenly noticed the flames in the distance.

They all stood up and looked into the distance.

Wu Gong also looked in the direction they pointed.

The direction of the anomaly is exactly the channel in front of the passenger ship.

More than a dozen small boats holding torches were besieging three large, burning ships.

The big ship was careening on the water.

The size difference between big ships and small boats is like the difference between an elephant and a cheetah.

Although, the big ship is so huge that a slight collision can knock the whole boat over.

But there were just too many boats.

Too many rats can kill an elephant, let alone a boatload of cheetahs?

The boss in charge of driving the passenger ship also discovered something strange ahead.

There was a clanging sound, and the sailors ran out of the cabin in a panic.

They quickly furled the sails and threw the anchor down. Several sailors even jumped off the ship and began to check the surrounding environment to prevent the passenger ship from touching the rocks hidden under the water.

Not long after, the passenger ship stopped.

Huang Rong and Ning Zhongze also walked out of the cabin.

They stared at what was happening in the distance, looking at each other with no intention of meddling in other people's business.

Yue Lingshan jumped down from the top of the cabin.

Her face was still flushed, but fortunately it was dark, so no one noticed anything unusual about her.

"Is that a Mongolian goshawk?" Ning Zhong pointed to the looming black spot in the sky not far away.

Those black spots almost blended into the night. If they hadn't kept flying down from high in the sky and appeared in the burning flames of the passenger ship, no one would have noticed the existence of those black spots.

The Mongolian Goshawk is a detection bird specially trained by the Mongolian army.

It can easily locate the enemy from hundreds of meters in the air.

Later, this almost became the representative of the Mongols.

As long as there is a Mongolian goshawk in the sky, it must mean that there are Mongolians around.

And because of the existence of King Ruyang, the Mongols no longer walked around wearing animal skins all day long. They will also wear Han costumes. Except for the beards on their faces, it is almost difficult to tell the difference between Han and Mongolians in the Central Plains.

Huang Rong's ears twitched slightly.

I could vaguely hear the sound of bow strings being pulled in the distance.

She frowned, thinking it couldn't be such a coincidence.

"Rong'er, do you want to go over and take a look?" Ning Zhong pressed the long sword in his hand, a sharp light seemed to flash in his eyes. The Wuyue Sword Sect has always been a lofty ideal to resist the Meng Yuan and the Manchu Qing Dynasty. They often send their disciples to assassinate the masters of the Manchu Qing and Meng Yuan Dynasties, claiming to be an orthodox sect.

His reputation in the world is very high.

Ning Zhong, as the beautiful girl from Huashan, is naturally one of the vanguards.

The main target of the Huashan faction's assassination was Meng Yuan, and there were not ten but eight General Meng Yuan who fell in her hands.

Now that I see Mongolians doing evil here, I am naturally eager to try and find some bad luck on the Mongolians.

Huang Rong shook her head: "Aning, we have children with us. For their safety, it's best not to take risks. Besides, I don't know what happened over there.

If we encounter a master, there are only two of us, and they have subordinates to help us, and if we attack them in groups, we will suffer a big loss. "

Ning Zhong thought for a while.

She looked back at her daughter and Wu Gong, and was silent for a while, "Okay, Ronger, I'll listen to you.

Several people stood on the deck, staring at the burning ship in the distance.

About half an hour passed.

The movement in the distance became smaller.

The raging fire also began to slowly shrink.

Only the flies hovering in the sky were still scurrying up and down.

Zhao Min stood on the shore. Behind her, the two elders Xuan Ming were like two door gods.

As for the other subordinates, they were all busy on the three ships that were still burning with flames.

"Pfft!"

There was a dull sound.

A Mongolian man with braids knelt on the ground.

Zhao Min turned around.

A smile appeared on his lips.

She walked up to her and looked down at the Mongolian kneeling in front of her: "Gureer, you are an old man from the Ruyang Palace. You have watched me grow up since I was a child. I have always regarded you as my elder.

Father also trusts you very much. I really want to know, why did you betray me? "

The Mongolian kneeling on the ground had blood flowing out of his facial features.

It looked extremely miserable.

Zhao Min raised his head and looked at the man holding the sword beside him.

The latter shook his head and said with great disdain: "Master, he is just pretending!"

When Zhao Min heard this, a bright smile appeared on his face.

But at this moment, the Mongols on the ground suddenly broke out.

The two palms were bent, and the six fingers were clasped like eagle claws, pointing straight towards Zhao Min's throat. It seemed that he was preparing to die together.

A flash of panic flashed in Zhao Min's eyes.

But before she could make any move to resist, two cold palms had already been placed on the Mongolian's shoulders, and they violently pulled him back. The biting cold penetrated his bone marrow and muscles, making him let out a miserable cry. Howling.

There was no longer any smile on Zhao Min's face.

She knew that the panic in her eyes just now must have been seen by the people around her.

Although these people are all disciples of Prince Ruyang's Mansion, they are also her subordinates.

But not everyone is a good person.

As a woman, Zhao Min is actually very tired when she mixes among these vicious men.