Yitianzhijun

With a bit of urgency, "You come back with me!"

"It's useless." Ding Minjun smiled and shook his head, Jue Jue lived up to her name, his heart was harder than a diamond, and it was impossible to impress her. "Brother, thank you. But I won't go back."

"What if, if, you have to go back with me?" Yin Liting pulled out his sword, he believed that Ding Minjun was just angry for a while, as long as they returned to Emei together, with his master as the guarantee, they would be fine!It's better than her being homeless.

Seeing that he made a move suddenly, Lu Yifei jumped over and stood in front of Ding Minjun vigilantly: "What's the matter?" How did he come after him?

Ding Minjun pushed him away to block him, pulled out his sword, and said coldly: "Senior brother, I will not go back with you. Unless, you go back with my dead body!"

Yin Liting looked at her incredulously, seeing Ding Minjun's expression was cold, his eyes were cold and without warmth, suddenly there was anger rising in his heart, and he laughed instead: "Okay! Okay! Ding Minjun! Let me meddle in my own business! You both I have made up my mind, you and I will have nothing to do in the future!" After speaking, he shook his sleeves and left.

Yin Liting returned to the inn angrily, and didn't mention Ding Minjun's affairs anymore, but the things about her standing in front of Lu Yifei always appeared in front of her eyes, and her heart seemed to be blocked, neither up nor down.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, and took him up the mountain to mention his marriage with Ji Xiaofu. Both of them had no objection, and immediately exchanged tokens and got engaged.

Afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng took Yin Liting back to Wudang.However, since then, Yin Liting has been silent for a long time, Song Yuanqiao and others only think that he has grown up, only Zhang Sanfeng secretly sighed, worried for the little apprentice.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, political corruption, the Mongolian nobles have completely become feudal landowners, with a lot of land and troops in their hands, just like little emperors. Due to harsh taxes, natural disasters have occurred frequently in recent years, farmers have worked hard for a year Most of the food was taxed, and many people died of starvation. Therefore, many people rebelled against the court in anger.

This time is the most chaotic era.

In order to facilitate things, Ding Minjun simply changed into men's clothes to match Lu Yifei's brother, and the two came to Runing by robbing the rich and helping the poor.

Runing was already close to the territory of the red scarf. Many Mongolian soldiers were patrolling the streets, and there was a trace of tension in the air.

Ding Minjun and Lu Yifei swaggered and drank in the restaurant.

"Boss, what's wrong here!" Lu Yifei rubbed his head, inexplicably nervous, and dared not speak loudly.

"Maybe it's because I'm afraid someone will make trouble?!" Ding Minjun picked up the teacup to point out.

"So we're almost there?" Lu Yifei was excited. Along the way, he saw a lot of miserable conditions of the Han people, all of them were hungry, sallow and emaciated, and selling their sons and daughters to support the fat Mongolians. He felt really uncomfortable, wishing he could kill these people with a sword!

But Ding Minjun said that this is a solution to the symptoms rather than the root cause, and the fundamental solution still depends on the uprising.

Since then, Lu Yifei has made up his mind to join the army. If he was just the blood of a young man before, then now, he just wants to save these compatriots who are about to die!

Ding Minjun obviously didn't expect the incident to be so tragic. In her mind, all the 56 clans belonged to one family, but she never imagined that thousands of years ago, people from the same family could do such a tragic thing. It's like treating Han Chinese as slaves.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, you will never be able to feel the tragedy of the blood of the same race.

For the country and the people, when you see it with your own eyes, it is not empty words.

"It's almost there..." Ding Minjun smiled.

While talking, suddenly a group of Mongolian soldiers rushed into the restaurant and ran directly towards the second floor.

Ding Minjun was startled, and pulled Lu Yifei aside.

The Mongolian soldiers came towards a young man behind them.

"Is it him?" the leader with a mustache asked strangely.

"Yes!" A little man next to him bowed his head and said flatteringly.

"Take it away!" Mustache waved lazily, and several Mongolian soldiers immediately rushed to the young man like wolves.

The young man seemed to be a scholar, with no power to restrain himself, he struggled and shouted angrily: "What mistake did I make and you want to arrest me?"

The little man immediately said arrogantly: "Did you say the day before yesterday that the red scarf thief was a good anti-thief? You must also be a anti-thief!!!"

The young man's face was flushed red, and someone had already pinned his hands on the table: "I didn't! Liu Er! You bastard! You wronged me!!"

"Didn't you Han people have a saying that it is better to kill the wrong than to let it go!" Mustache repeated his beard repeatedly, and said coldly: "Take it away! Take it to the market and kill it!" The tone was light and light, as if it was not a person who died, but a dog chicken!

Liu Er was so frightened that his whole body trembled, why, this happened?

"Yes!" The Mongolian soldiers dragged the man away.

"Mongol thieves! I'm going to fuck you!! You're going to die! The sky is struck by lightning! Liu Er, I'm a ghost, and I won't let you go!" It was full of blood splashing up.

The Mongolian soldier dragged him by one arm and walked downstairs indifferently.

Lu Yifei trembled and was about to step forward, but was held down by Ding Minjun. She stared at the pool of blood on the ground with dark eyes: "Wait!"

"But!" Lu Yifei was trembling all over, and from the second floor, he saw the man being tied to the horse's tail and being dragged away, and the dust all over the sky was accompanied by his inarticulate curses.

"With the two of us, do you want to die?" Ding Minjun shouted sharply, "Wait a minute!"

Before the words were finished, a table of guests in the corner put down their money and walked out silently.

Ding Minjun looked at them coldly, there were five people there, the leader was a man in his 5s, with a big face and small eyes, and the appearance of a rascal, but the four men who followed him were tall and mighty, and they acted swiftly and resolutely. Just noticed them.

Seeing them leave this time, he immediately pulled Lu Yifei to follow.

"Be smarter for a while!" Ding Minjun whispered.

Lu Yifei watched the five men get on the horse neatly, the blood in his body was rolling with excitement, his hands were trembling: "I saw their knives! Do you think they are..."

Ding Minjun also jumped on the horse, and said with a smile: "Aren't you and I worried that we didn't vote for the certificate? The opportunity is just right!"

"Okay! Let's go!" Lu Yifei said boldly, with an inexplicable sense of excitement in his heart, seeing that the person had already left, he immediately rode his horse to follow.

A lot of people had gathered silently in the vegetable market. When the young man was dragged there, he was already in a state of disfigurement. Half of his face was covered in blood, and his mouth was opening and closing.

The executioner dragged the man to the table and wiped the knife casually.

The faces of the surrounding people were full of sorrow that dared not speak out.

The executioner wiped the knife with his hand, fiddled with the objects and arranged the man, spat in the palm of his hand, and raised the big knife.

The man's bloody mouth grinned, and he closed his eyes.

Knife up and down.

when!

With a loud blunt sound, the big knife in the executioner's hand was knocked into the air.

Everyone looked back in astonishment, and there were five masked men with red scarves standing on the horse. The leader was a thin young man. He lightly raised the big knife in his right hand and said loudly: "The Red Scarf Army is here! Anyone who has nothing to do with you, go away!" !

The author has something to say: Guess who the young man will be? ?

It's just an ooh to Xiang! ! !

15 Rogue Emperor

The sky in June changed as it said it would. It was sunny just now, but immediately overcast, and the raindrops the size of soybeans fell quickly, forming thick rain curtains.

The onlookers in the vegetable market had already fled, only a dozen Mongolian soldiers and the Red Scarf Army were left staring at each other from a distance, and the solemn atmosphere was about to explode.

Ding Minjun and Lu Yifei hid at the corner, the rain was streaming down their jaws, and their vision was a little blurred.

Lu Yifei was very excited, and wanted to rush out several times, but was held down by Ding Minjun.

The leading man of the Red Turban Army spit out the rainwater in his mouth, pointed his shiny sword straight at the Mongolian soldiers, and laughed loudly: "Mongol tartar, grandpa just got a good sword today, let's use your sacrificial sword!"

As soon as the words fell, he had already rushed forward, followed by the people behind.

The heavy rain poured down and hit the sharp knife, splashing a thin layer of white mist. There was a flash of light in the white mist. The Mongolian soldier fell down with a scream, and the ground was stained red with gurgling blood.

Lu Yifei's eyes widened in disbelief, watching the man raise a knife in his hand, like a black and white impermanence crawling out of hell, taking life with his hands, the sound of weapons beating, screams, and roars intertwined and spread. Come on, Lu Yifei looked uncontrollably at the slowly smudged blood, and his body trembled a little.

I don't know if it's because of the chill in the rain or something else, but Ding Minjun's hands were trembling a little. She looked at the man on the horse without blinking. It's like asking yourself: "This is war, are you ready?"

Lu Yifei was terrified in his heart, but he couldn't look away, separated by the thick rain curtain, but it seemed like two worlds, the opposite one was full of killings and crises, but it made people's blood boil even more!

"Boss! I'm ready!" Lu Yifei clenched his fists, "Say, what should we do?"

Ding Minjun wiped the rain on his face vigorously: "Go and save that person first!"

"it is good!"

The fight in the vegetable market was still going on. The scholar was lying on the beheading platform, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. In the heavy rain, two thin figures suddenly rushed out like shells, picked up the scholar and left.

The young man turned his head in surprise and shouted, "Hey! Where did you two come from? Go away!"

At this time, a Mongolian soldier was kicked over, and he crawled out angrily