Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 127 The Battle of Xiangyang ([-])
more than a month ago.

Luoyang.

The cold wind is fresh and cold, as cold as a knife.

Teams of Mongolian soldiers in armor and sharp faces passed the street, pressing down on the sky like long black clouds, making people want to escape.

But in the Ruyang Prince's Mansion in the center of the city, there are singing, singing and dancing, with constant laughter.

hall.

A middle-aged man with gray hair and black hair and a strong physique on the main seat stroked his beard and laughed loudly:

"Hahahaha... It's all up to you to wipe out those beggars today."

"My lord is serious. I only obeyed my lord's order to wipe out all those traitors! I have to thank you, my lord." An old man with a broken arm said with a smile.

"Mr. Lu is right, it is the prince who leads well."

"Come, come, come, let's toast the prince."

……

Hearing these compliments, King Ruyang couldn't stop stroking his beard, and couldn't hide his joy.

"Those beggars are usually like mice, very difficult to catch.

Relying on the help of all the heroes today, they are finally caught, and tomorrow they will be hung on the city wall to let those rebels know that this is the end of going against His Majesty and Da Yuan! "

"Buddha of Infinite Life, sin is sin."

A tall and thin old monk dressed as an ascetic monk lowered his eyes and clasped his hands in prayer.

King Ruyang paused for a moment, frowned, and said in relief: "Hey... Master Vajra, don't blame yourself, I, Dayuan, will be happy. These beggars don't know the number of days, and they repeatedly make trouble. Such an end is self-inflicted, and they can't live! "

A chubby Tibetan monk, wearing a red robe and baring his chest, seemed benevolent and said, "That's right, brother, these beggars have committed serious crimes, and the prince has a reason for their crimes."

Listening to the two people's words, the "Vajra Master" was timid and silent, as if he had settled down.

Yang Lian Zhenjia knew that his senior brother was a person who accepted death, and gradually lost his mind to comfort him, and said to King Ruyang:
"My lord, King Zhengnan sent the little monk and senior brother here to help the lord take Xiangyang City."

King Ruyang frowned, thinking that Brother Meng wanted the Luoyang defenders, and he was in a dilemma.

"Master, could it be that the 30 troops under King Zhengnan can't take down this small city of Xiangyang?"

"My lord misunderstood, King Zhengnan wanted to borrow some guests from the lord's house."

King Ruyang moved his eyes to Hebiweng and Luzhangke, hesitated for a while, and nodded.

"Since King Zhengnan needs the help of this king, I will spare no effort to help, but I don't know how many people King Zhengnan wants?

In my palace, only Mr. Lu and Mr. He are congenitally superior. Although the other few guest officials are extraordinary in strength, they are still a little worse than the two. "

Yang Lian Zhenjia smiled with satisfaction, "Why should the prince be modest, the teacher and the monk said so.

Mr. Lu and He have a master with extraordinary martial arts.

Respected as Taoist Baishang, the main person I want to invite is this senior. "

Hearing this, Lu and He frowned tightly, with complex expressions.

A few days ago, Daoist Baishang faced Zhang Sanfeng's palms in Wudang Mountain, and the "Xuanming Zhenqi" from the countercurrent attacked his heart and lungs, and his injuries have not yet healed.

After a moment of silence, Luzhangke stroked his sideburns, with a calm expression, and slowly replied: "Master doesn't know something, the family teacher is wandering around and has no fixed place, and we don't know where his old man is now, please forgive me .”

'Hehe, this Luzhangke won't blush even when he tells a lie. If the Buddha hadn't known about it in advance, he might have fooled him. '

Withdrawing his thoughts, Yang Lian Zhenjia took out the jade bottle from his arms, his eyes drooped, and he looked more and more kind.

"Mr. Lu, my master asked the little monk to give this 'Pill of Tranquility' to Senior Baishang.

This 'Jingqi Pill' has the magic of calming the breath, and the ability to guide the breath to return to the original.

If senior Baishang comes back, you can tell the little monk that the monk can personally deliver the elixir to senior Baishang. "

Lu Zhangke and He Biweng's heart skipped a beat, they looked at each other, and they both saw the joy in each other's eyes.

"Master, please rest assured, the teacher is back, and I will discuss it with the teacher in detail."

Yang Lian Zhenjia smiled slightly, "That's very good."

……

midnight.

Outside Luoyang City, a heavily guarded military camp.

"Jin Lun, you are worthy of being a rare genius in the Vajra Sect for hundreds of years. You have practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu to the ninth level. It is really amazing."

The timid eyebrows are full of amazement.

"I was able to complete the ninth floor so quickly, thanks to the 'Emperor Master' who helped me to enlightenment a few months ago, I am very grateful.

Besides, compared with you, Guru Guba, the old monk is far behind. "

Although Jinlun Fawang felt that it was not easy for him, he was very grateful to Ba Siba, and knew that he was not the opponent of this innate great master with the unity of spirit, energy and spirit, so he kept being humble.

Darelessly patted Jinlun Fawang on the shoulder, his old eyes drooped slightly.

"Jin Lun doesn't need to be humble, my teacher said, your talent is higher than mine.

In time, martial arts will never be weaker than mine. "

puff--

The curtain door of the yurt was opened, and a monk in a red robe walked in.

Yang Lian Zhenjia glanced at Jinlun Dharma King disdainfully, walked in front of Danba, and performed the Buddha ceremony respectfully.

"Senior brother, that Taoist with one hundred damages is here, the prince invites you... and Jinlun, go to see him and discuss the matter of Xiangyang."

After Yang Lian Zhenjia came in, he restrained his timid smile and nodded slightly.

The three of them came to an inconspicuous military tent.

Meng Ge has been fighting north and south all year round, and it is common for him to eat and sleep with soldiers.

And he has experienced hundreds of battles, so he naturally knows how to hide himself as a general of an army.

Lifting the curtain, the three of them bowed slightly to Zhengnan Wang Meng who was sitting at the top, and saluted.

"The three masters are here, I feel at ease, please sit down."

With a smile all over his face, Meng Ge stood up, motioned the three of them to sit down, then waved his hand and said in a loud voice: "Come on, please invite those three friends from the world to see this king."

The soldiers were ordered to retreat.

In the army tent at this time, except for Meng Ge, the King Zhengnan, and a few soldiers, all of them were not weak warriors.

Meng Ge stepped down from the throne and came to a spotless and dignified Tibetan monk. He introduced with a smile:
"Come, come, let me introduce to you, this is King Dalun Ming, Jiumozhi, is Tubo national teacher, this trip is to represent Tubo to help me Dayuan."

Jiumozhi stood up, clasped his hands together, and smiled.

"The poor monk Jiumozhi has seen the prince, the Vajra master, and all the benefactors."

Jiumozhi took the title of Mingzun, and he had a good reputation in Tantra, and all the people who attracted him returned the gift.

Meng Ge kept walking, walking towards the next warrior wearing a mask and leaning on an iron staff.

"This is the master of Xixia Yipintang, Mr. Duan, people in the world say that he is full of evil, and his strength is not bad.

Some time ago, at that hero meeting, I should have met with you, the king of France. "

Jinlun Fawang nodded with a smile, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Indeed, I have seen Mr. Duan fight Yang Guo, a young master of martial arts in the Central Plains, and I was by the side. I was fortunate enough to see Mr. Duan's Yiyang Finger."

Duan Yanqing used ventriloquism, poking back:
"Hehe...the Dharma King fought against that Guo Jing, and this old man has also seen Tantric martial arts."

Yang Lian Zhenjia Sulai didn't deal with Jinlun, so he got up immediately.

"Mr. Duan is wrong. Jinlun is a member of Vajra Sect, but it does not represent our Tantra, at least not our Sakya Sect."

Jinlun's face twitched, anger welling up.

At the hero meeting, Guo Jing beat him until he was breathless and seriously injured.

Being regarded as a lifelong shame by Jinlun Fawang.

He felt that he was not defeated by Guo Jing, but that his moves were not as sophisticated as Guo Jing's, so it was a short move.

"Before this old man, he seldom fought against the masters of the Central Plains, so he failed to take down Guo Jing, but he won't in the future."

Yang Lian Zhenjia wanted to speak, but he felt his shoulders sinking. Looking sideways, he had the guts to make a move.Immediately suppressed the emotions in my heart.

He knows very well who can be messed with and who can't be messed with.

Meng Ge glanced at it, chuckled, and stretched out his hand to press.

"Hehe, everyone, don't argue, how about letting the king continue to introduce?"

"But according to the prince's order."

A white-haired old man with a sword at his waist, wearing a blood-red monk robe, and a thin skeleton-like figure smiled and cupped his hands.

Meng Ge's eyes lit up, and he approached in a few steps.

"There is also this one, the master of the Blood Knife Sect.

The head of the Blood Knife Sect almost killed Guo Jing with a single blow. If Yang Guo hadn't stopped him, my king's wish would have been fulfilled. It's a pity...

However, this king heard that the master of the Blood Knife Sect has accomplished his magical skills and made great progress in martial arts. Is this true? "

"The old man's martial arts has indeed improved, but compared to Master Vajra, it's not worth mentioning."

Danba's face darkened, and he said slowly: "Blood Knife, you committed murder in vain to practice the 'Blood Sea Demon Art'. The crime is serious, and the bitter fruit has been planted. I hope you can do it yourself."

A word fell.

He dared not pay any attention to the gloomy Blood Knife Patriarch, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

"Blood Knife, Master Vajra's words are true. You have planted the evil fruit, and you will reap the evil fruit yourself in the future."

"Hmph! Jiumozhi, what the ancestor wants is none of your business!"

"Buddha of Infinite Life, murder pays for life, karma, blood knife, before you go to bed every day, do you really have no guilt at all?"

"It's an honor to die under the hands of my ancestor!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch sneered, as if he didn't have the slightest remorse, but his expression became more and more ugly.

Seeing his appearance like this, Jiumozhi's smile became brighter and brighter.

Jiumozhi also looked down on the blood knife ancestor who also belonged to the Daxue Mountain boundary.

He even looked down on the Blood Sword Sect who did all kinds of evil and did evil.

Thinking of him, Jiumozhi, although he is more utilitarian, has never killed anyone in his life. He claims to be a generation of eminent monks, so he naturally looks down on the blood-stained blood-stained ancestor, a shameless monk who claims to be a Buddhist.

Meng Ge didn't know the grievances between them. After a few words of comfort, he smiled and said:
"It's inconvenient to reveal the names of the other masters, so I won't introduce them one by one. You can get to know each other on your own."

……

As Meng Ge wandered among the crowd, the people who were still sitting in the military tent stood up hurriedly,

At a glance, no one is weaker than the ranks of top experts.

It took a lot of effort for Meng Ge to recruit the masters from all over the world.

"My lord, they are here."

Meng Ge ordered indifferently, "Let them in."

"Yes."

a while.

The three people walked in, the leader was an old Taoist who was dressed in Taoist robes, with a whisk hanging from his waist, with white beard and hair, and eyes full of brilliance.

It's just that the old man's face was very pale, and his whole body exuded a cold air. As soon as he entered the tent, he attracted everyone's attention.

The courage who had been closing his eyes to rest his mind slowly opened his eyes, and as soon as he looked sideways, he met the eyes of Taoist Baishang.

Both of them were silent, silently calculating each other's strength in their hearts.

'This man's martial arts are as good as mine. '×2
Gradually withdrawing his gaze, the Taoist Baishang slightly cupped his hands, and said indifferently: "Poverty Daoist Baishang, I have met King Zhengnan and you all."

Lu and He saw the gaze of a congenital master in the tent, immediately put away their pride, bowed down and saluted, and said in unison:
"Lu Zhangke (Hebi Weng) pays his respects to King Zhengnan, and he has met all of you."

"The three of you are all from the rivers and lakes, so you don't need to rely on these vain rituals. Please invite them quickly, please invite them quickly."

Meng Ge made an anxious look, walked to the front of the three of them in two steps, and raised his hand.

"Thank you, my lord."

……

Yang Lian Zhenjia took out the "Jingqi Pill" and put it on the table.

A look of longing flashed in the eyes of the Baishang Taoist.

He was tormented by his own "Xuanming True Qi", and he couldn't stand it anymore.

Today I learned that there is such a good medicine, so I went to the military camp outside the city without any hesitation.

"Senior Baishang only needs to promise one thing today, and this elixir will be given to senior."

"What's the matter?"

"For seniors, it's just a small matter."

"Let's hear it."

Yang Lian Zhenjia smiled, and looked at Brother Meng who was standing with a smile on his face.

"Three please sit down first."

Daoist Baishang nodded, with no emotion on his face, he leaned forward and sat down.

Meng Ge came to the center of the military tent, was silent for a few breaths, his throat rolled, and he spoke slowly:
"This king invites all of you to gather here to discuss a major matter.

This king is used to fighting and has always been straightforward, so he speaks directly.

Your Majesty granted this king the title of 'King of the South', which means that he wants this king to conquer the Southern Song court.

This first step is Xiangyang City on the Han River.

This king has fought for many years, and he has eight words for Xiangyang City.

If you want to take Xiangyang, kill Guo Jing first.

This king has sent people to assassinate Guo Jing many times, but unfortunately they all failed.

Now please come at midnight.

I just want to ask everyone to capture Guo Jing, Huang Rong and his wife, and... Lu Wende, the guard of Xiangyang City.

If they can't be caught alive, the king will take the next best thing and kill them.

As the saying goes, a snake can't go without a head.

If these people are missing in Xiangyang City.

Then this Xiangyang city is in this king's pocket, and it is within easy reach! !
Also please help me! ! ! "

At the end, Meng Ge bent down fiercely and saluted.

Seeing this situation, everyone in the tent returned their salutes again and again, and responded with their mouths.

...

...

Xiangyang City.

Guo Mansion.

"But... what you said is true?"

Yang Guo's expression was still indifferent, "Believe it or not is on you, Guo Daxia, it has nothing to do with me."

Guo Jing furrowed his brows tightly. He originally wanted to take the organized gangsters to go northward along the Han River tonight, risking his own death, to burn the water village where the military rations were stored.

But now from Yang Guo's mouth, he learned that Meng Yuan sent nearly ten innate masters, two innate great masters, to kill himself and Huang Rong.

He hesitated, not because he was afraid of death.

But Huang Rong is now pregnant with Liujia and is about to give birth.

If he left with someone, who else would protect Huang Rong.

and.

Guo Jing didn't know whether the news from Lu Wende was true or not.

If true.

Guo Jing would not hesitate to take a risk for this.

But if it is false.

Putting Huang Rong in prison, once something goes wrong, Guo Jing is afraid that he will regret it for the rest of his life.

'How did he know?So what is he here for?what should I do? '

Guo Jing was confused.

(End of this chapter)