Rebirth for the good

Said: "The Jin soldiers are approaching the Yangtze River, our Haisha Gang will not sit still, the old thief Wanyan is in the camp to the west, Master Lu, hurry up."

Lu Shangming couldn't help thinking that all the martial arts from the Central Plains came to fight the Jin people. That was really a blessing for the people of Song Dynasty. He felt relieved and waited for half a cup of tea. Sure enough, he saw the sword lights shining in the crowd, like stars Daoyan, when he got closer, he saw two groups of sword masters gradually approaching each other. Although their sword moves were quite different, they complemented each other, just like a dragon and a phoenix, killing the golden soldiers to pieces.

"Master Lin, Master Ling." Lu Shangming called out.

These two groups of people must be the disciples of the Kunlun Sect and Xiuyun Sword Village. There was a voice answering from the crowd. Ling Yao's unparalleled sword aura killed more than a dozen golden men with long spears in no time, and shouted at Lu Shang: "Yangzhou falls, and the people of Song Dynasty will perish. We are here to help Lu Jiaozhu!"

Lu Shangming's heart suddenly surged with enthusiasm, and he asked slightly tremblingly, "Has Shaolin Temple... also come?"

Lin Qing replied: "I'm fighting with the main force of the old thief Wanyan, please help Master Lu quickly."

"Everyone be careful!" Lu Shangming smiled happily, his legs clamped on the horse's belly, and the horse neighed, leading him to gallop away like a gust of wind.

A general dies in a hundred battles, but a strong man returns after ten years

Lu Shangming rode his horse over a small hill, and he saw that the golden soldiers here were more and more dense, and there were many generals in heavy armor and leather caps. They were all famous warriors in the Kingdom of Jin. When he started fighting, with his brute strength, he used the spear in his hand to press the opponent's weapon in front of him to the ground.

Seeing that his side was frustrated, he suddenly heard orderly shouts from not far away, the sound was loud, and the orderly golden soldiers were suddenly broken by a group of people, as if countless long sticks were rushed out like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, shouting As the wind of the stick dazzled people, Jin Bing broke his hands and feet immediately, but he didn't die for a while, screaming miserably.

"Excellent stick technique." Lu Shangming praised, but he saw dozens of monks pouring out from all directions, with long sticks in their hands. Seamless.

"Falling Flowers and Flowing Water", "Golden Dog □□□", "Great Sons and Grandchildren"... After hearing the moves they yelled, Lu Shangming couldn't help laughing secretly. Suddenly, he saw an old man with superb skills. With invisible inner strength, he knocked several generals off their horses. It was the abbot of Shaolin, Yuan Ku, who hurriedly stepped forward to say hello: "Master Yuan Ku."

Yuan Ku clasped his palms together, "Young Master Lu dared to stand up against Jinren alone at such a young age, I am very impressed."

"If the abbot hadn't led all the heroes to help, I'm afraid my life would be in the hands of the golden dog." Lu Shangming couldn't help looking around.

"I have lived in the mountains for a long time, how could I have such abilities," Yuan said with a wry smile, "Good and evil are rewarded. The fact that Master Lu defended against the enemy on the front line and kept the Song army retreating safely has spread throughout the martial arts world, so it can be heard by everyone and revive people's hearts. .” He raised his palm and dropped it, killing two more generals in succession.

"Could it be him?" The corners of Lu Shangming's mouth could not help but rise slightly, and he hurriedly asked, "Master, do you know... Daohui's whereabouts?"

Yuan Ku said: "Master, let's look there."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the distance, Lu Shangming couldn't help but stared blankly. He didn't realize that a high platform with a height of six or seven feet was built on the hillside. You must know that if you can occupy a high place in the battlefield, you can do it. Taking a look at the military situation and strategizing, you can take advantage of the terrain to launch an unavoidable attack from top to bottom.

Lu Shangming took a closer look, and saw that a ballista was set up on the high platform, and arrows like cow hair were shot out suddenly, and all the golden soldiers who wanted to approach the high platform fell down in response.

"Master Lu, hurry up." Yuan urged with a wry smile.

"Thank you, Abbot." Lu Shangming nodded easily, and his body floated up like a cloud in the wind, and jumped onto the high platform in one breath. When the cold wind blew, he couldn't help shivering.

His hands were suddenly held tightly, and the warmth suddenly swept through his body, and then a familiar face came into view, "You are here."

Lu Shangming's complaints that were full of complaints disappeared in an instant when he saw him, and he lowered his eyelids and asked, "Did you bring them here?"

Daohui showed an extremely naive smile, nodded shyly and said, "You are alone, I'm afraid you're in danger." As soon as he spoke, he was afraid that Lu Shangming would be angry, so he quickly changed his words and said, "I mean... I mean more people have more chances of winning."

Lu Shangming's eyes were bent into a crescent moon, which was really beautiful, "Thank you." Too many grievances were condensed into a simple thank you at this moment, and he couldn't help throwing himself into the other's arms, hugging him tightly. with.

Suddenly seeing her lover change her temper, Dao Hui was obviously a little embarrassed, she didn't know where to put her hands, she paused in mid-air for a while, and then wrapped her arms around Lu Shangming's tight waist, her heart couldn't help jumping wildly.

"Benefactor Lu, the most urgent task is to capture the King of Jin, General Wanyan Xincun..." Daohui's neck was hot, and she was afraid that she would overstep.

Lu Shangming couldn't help complaining secretly, the scenery on this high platform is unique, and there are no people disturbing him, and he was so overjoyed to be reunited with his sweetheart again, that he almost missed a big deal.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, but saw that the mountains and plains were full of golden soldiers, while the various sects were showing signs of fatigue under wave after wave of attacks, and gradually tended to be besieged.

"It seems that old thief Wanyan won't show his real body easily," Daohui said, "I deliberately set up an ambush, who would have thought that he would be able to hold his breath and act like a turtle in front of our Central Plains martial arts."

Lu Shangming said: "Could it be that in Liangxiang City that day, the old thief Wanyan was injured in the face by our firework battle, and now he dare not see people."

Dao Hui only smiled when she heard this, "There are no Song soldiers in Suzhou anymore, Wanyan Xincun just knows that no matter how high our kung fu is, we can't stop a million soldiers. He has a certain chance of winning, so naturally he won't show up to fight."

No wonder this high platform is so eye-catching. No elite soldiers have come to attack. It must be to get rid of the factions first. A high platform will be useless when it falls down. You didn't put us in your eyes at all, and you have committed the taboo of underestimating the enemy."

Dao Hui nodded and said: "It is true."

"I have a plan, maybe we can know where Wanyan Xincun is," Lu Shangming said, "If the coach is broken, we can solve the crisis."

Daohui hurriedly asked about the details, after Lu Shangming agreed with him, he immediately jumped off the high platform and disappeared into the crowd, while Daohui called a Shaolin disciple and ordered him to spread the news of the retreat to the disciples of all sects.

They had already agreed on a secret sign with each other in advance, and at this moment, it didn't take a while for the various sects to retreat while fighting, and gather together in Suzhou city.

After talking about Yan Xincun hiding in the golden army formation, he suddenly heard a spies report, saying that this group of mobs were too weak to catch them, and they were ready to retreat. Now they guessed that this was a tactic to lure the enemy, so they ordered five thousand cavalry to pursue them, and the rest of the soldiers returned to attack. The whole formation is still marching according to the pre-plan.

Although he took precautions, he was not without joy in his heart. He even sent someone to congratulate him with fine wine. He laughed at his lieutenant general and said, "Song people are selfish and scheming. This defeat Going back to the city, I'm afraid the alliance they worked so hard to build will collapse immediately."

The lieutenant general asked: "What do you mean by the general's words? If they stick to the city and rely on their high-strength martial arts, we may not be able to gain anything."

Wanyan Xincun replied: "I know that the martial arts in the Central Plains are scattered, and each of them has enmity. If Yangzhou was not in danger, they would definitely not let go of their prejudices and join forces to fight against the enemy. When these brainless guys retreat into the city, why worry about it?" Grudges won't explode?"

"The general understands," said the deputy general with a smile, "The general means that the major factions will shirk the responsibility of the defeated army and complain to each other, which will definitely widen the original rift. In this way, it will be easy for the general to win this city. "

Wanyan Xincun said: "However, I don't want to take risks. You go and get a hundred masters and sneak into the city pretending to be the Liuhe Sacred Sect."

"Wonderful, wonderful," the deputy general clapped his hands and applauded, "Liuhe Holy Cult and Central Plains Wulin are in the same situation. It would be strange for them to fight in such a mess."

"Don't go soon!"

"Yes!"

Wanyan Xincun arranged everything properly, and slowly followed the army of cronies to the city. According to his plan, he would only act when the various factions were fighting to the death, and then he would get far more than this little The city, and the entire Central Plains martial arts.

"After the matter is done, we must flay that boy surnamed Lu in public." Thinking of this, Wanyan Xincun suddenly felt a sense of revenge.

After a while, the sky was already dark, flames blazed in front of the city gate, shouts for killing continued, Wanyan Xincun heard the report from the spies, and he really said that the factions in the Central Plains were arguing over the deaths and injuries of their own disciples.

Seeing the success of the plan, he was overjoyed, thinking that if the sky got darker, the soldiers pretending to be the Holy Cult of Liuhe would take the opportunity to make trouble.

"Report—" the spy's voice passed through the tent and reached Wanyan Xincun's ears.

"Hurry up!" Wanyan Xincun sat up immediately, his words full of anticipation, "Is it the happy news for General Zhang?"

The spy replied: "The Song people have been provoked by General Zhang to besiege and kill all the congregations of the Liuhe Sacred Sect in the city."

Wanyan Xincun was ecstatic when he heard the words, and wished he could go to the scene to watch the battle right away, walked a few steps outside the tent, then turned around and asked, "I almost forgot, is there any news about Lu Shangming?"

The spy said: "Reporting to the general, Lu Shangming was seriously injured under the siege of various factions, and his whereabouts are unknown."

"He must have escaped from the city," Wanyan Xincun opened the curtain on the tent door