When the sword comes out of Emei, I will be the front

Chapter 182: The enemy comes and goes, and things change again

After Miejie said these words, all the remaining members of the Ming Cult fell silent.

Among them, there were some hard-headed and bad-tempered ones. Seeing that Xiao Feiyang and Gui Yifei committed suicide one after another, they were filled with righteous indignation and wanted to find an opportunity to become violent and exchange their lives for lives.

However, after hearing Miejie's words, my heart trembled slightly, and I couldn't help but think to myself:

Yes, if Emei is the one who loses, are we willing to give him a chance to redeem his life by killing the Tatars?

Thinking about it like this, the energy to fight desperately was suddenly thwarted.

At this time Huang Zheng stood up——

He is the most skilled in martial arts among the leaders of the fifth camp. Now, except for the seriously injured Leng Qian, he is the most respected person.

Huang Zheng had a rough appearance, holding a mace, and his eyes were as red as peaches. He said loudly: "Brothers, listen to me! There is no right or wrong in the disputes in the rivers and lakes. Only ability is used to judge the superior. A man's skills are inferior to others, and some are inferior to others." It’s just death. These are all old brothers of our religion. I don’t believe there are people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. It’s just..."

He let out a long sigh, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, but his voice became louder and louder: "Xiao Zuoshi threw himself into the situation and worked hard just to open up a way for us to survive. It is rare for Master Miejie to be as broad-minded as the sea and not to think about old evils. How can we throw away our lives lightly? Even if we are going to die, we will die at the hands of the Mongols so that we can live up to our dignity."

After saying this, the remaining members of the congregation nodded secretly.

Huang Zheng faced Miejie, clasped his fists and said, "Master Miejie, what I want to say is that we will be divided into two groups, and one group will be under the custody of your sect..."

Miejie interrupted him with a sneer and said: "Hey! You have a good plan! Our sect is not like your demon sect, which is accustomed to taking things by force. Our life has always been poor. Even our own disciples have to struggle to eat and drink. Did I raise you in vain? You guys all go down to Emei and go kill the Mongolian soldiers. When you kill two thousand or hundreds of Tatars, send people to talk to the poor nuns, and then the deal will be settled. From now on Whether we are fighting or making peace, let’s wait and see.”

Huang Zheng was stunned, and many members of the Ming Cult showed astonishment. No one expected that Miejie would let them all go.

Leng Qian was helped out and he raised his head with difficulty and said, "Do you believe us?"

Miejie glanced at him with disdain and said coldly: "Although the Ming Cult does all kinds of evil, it has a few hard bones. The two demons Xiao Feiyang and Gui Yifei risked their lives to guarantee it. If you don't keep your word, you will lose. Your own faces, as for those Tartar heads, even if you don’t kill them, will we, the righteous knights, have no swords in our hands?”

Leng Qian pondered for a moment and whispered: "I admire you."

He turned to Huang Zheng and said, "Look for Peng Ye quickly and let us know."

However, he had previously written a letter and sent someone secretly to go down the mountain through the forest to report the crisis to Peng Yingyu and the Shenying Cult, and to invite help. But now he was afraid that the two of them would arrive too quickly and another war would break out, so he hurriedly ordered people to inform them. .

Miejie ignored the arrangements made by the Ming Cult. He glanced across the battlefield and looked at the corpses of his direct disciples, showing grief. He then forced himself to suppress his emotions and calmly ordered: "Take care of the sacrificed disciples and kill them." Buried.”

There are many female disciples of the Emei Sect. The fighting has ended at this moment, and the fighting spirit has subsided. When they see many of their fellow disciples who have been together day and night turned into cold corpses, they can't help but cry bitterly.

When everyone in the Ming Cult heard the women's cries, they looked at me and I felt like they were crawling with insects, and they couldn't sit still.

Huang Zheng coughed and was about to speak when he heard Miejie shouting: "Why are you crying! Good disciples like me died to eliminate demons and defend the way. They died in an upright and vigorous way. Everyone should be proud of it! Besides, this is just a matter of time." Where to go? When I, Emei, raise the flag of righteousness and fight against the violence, I don’t know how many people will die. Even the poor nuns themselves may not be able to survive. When you have the time to shed tears, it is better to bleed and sweat and practice hard. With martial arts, it will be serious to kill a few more Tatars."

Wei Jinyi cried: "No, no, no, Master, nothing will happen to you."

Miejie's eyes widened and he was about to scold her, but when he saw her crying like a cat with a painted face, he couldn't bear it anymore and sighed.

He shook his head and said: "What a child is saying! Disciple, don't you hear: 'Thousands of coffins come out of the door, and the family is so prosperous. The son survives, the father dies first, and the grandson survives the ancestors.' No one dies? As long as the blood of descendants is left, Even if hundreds and thousands of people die, I, Emei, can still prosper! I'm afraid that all of you will fail in martial arts and die first, leaving the poor and nuns alive alone. That would be hopeless." Jin Mingjun lowered his head and said in his heart : Bah, bah, bah, Ni Yan Wuji, my junior brother will not die.

Miejie was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his face and said: "But even so, what's the problem? A hundred years ago, how could our Emei sect exist in this world? As long as we can overthrow the tyranny of the Tatars and restore the Han Dynasty, our Emei sect will If the whole family is dead, what's the point?"

When these words came out, not only the Emei disciples, but also the Wudang, Kunlun, Beggar Clan, and even the Mingjiao people were all dumbfounded.

Song Yuanqiao said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, a hundred years ago, there was no Wudang, but if the Han family's clothes and honors are restored, I, a member of the Wudang family, will not regret this body."

Shi Feilong also shouted: "After hearing what Shitai said, Shi really wished that a thousand Tatar soldiers would come immediately and let me kill him before I can be happy!"

Miejie smiled, clasped his fists at several people and said, "The poor nun felt this and lost his composure for a moment. I, Emei, encountered a demonic calamity this time, and many of my good friends from Kunlun, Wudang, and the Beggar Clan came to my aid. Now that the matter is over, I also invite you all to stop by our sect, have a glass of water and wine, wash your hands and celebrate your success!"

Song Yuanqiao, Shi Feilong and others all returned the gift: "It is our duty to help each other in the right way of martial arts. I don't dare to be a master and thank you too much."

At that moment, everyone collected the corpses of the disciples who died in the battle, carried or supported the injured disciples, and followed Emei away. No one paid attention to the remaining members of the Ming Cult.

Huang Zheng and others stared blankly at the four major sects heading towards the Xixiang Pond. Zhang Yang sighed in a low voice: "This nun is so grand. If she were a man, I would recommend her to be the leader!"

The deputy camp leader of Gengjin Camp had a cannibal chop on his left arm. At this moment, he was wrapping up his wounds and said: "After all, it is the inheritance of Guo Daxia, for the country and the people... Hey, it's his grandma's, we fought this battle really well." Somewhat unreasonable..."

Huang Zheng whispered: "I didn't know she was such a person before, that's all."

Thinking of this senseless but heavy-lost battle, everyone was a little less interested and stopped talking. They just cut down trees and cremated all the dead members.

Xiao Feiyang and Qing Xie were burned separately. They collected the ashes and put them in jars. Leng Qian personally handed them to Zi Xie: "Girl, thank you for your hard work."

Tears welled up in Zi Xie's eyes, he nodded, took a piece of cloth, tied the ashes of Qing Xie and Xiao Feiyang together, and turned around alone.

By the next day, the remnants of the Mingjiao had packed up and left Emei in a state of embarrassment.

Most of the disciples of other sects who died in battle were buried in beautiful places in Mount Emei. Only He Mosheng and Fan Shuyun were burned into ashes and were brought back to Kunlun for burial.

Several factions stayed for seven days and invited monks from Baishui Puxian Temple to perform rituals for those who died in the battle. Then they resigned one after another——

First, the Kunlun sect returned to the Western Regions via the original route, and then the Beggar Clan, which had the largest number of people, said goodbye and left.

Ye Guhong originally wanted to send Xueshun and Yu Chan back to the Five Immortals Sect, but the two girls became frightened when they remembered that they had run away from home privately. They were afraid that they would be punished if they went back, so they stayed around for a day and found various reasons to stay.

Jin Mingjun got angry because of this, but Miejie liked these two little girls very much, and occasionally taught them some martial arts, which made Jin Mingjun even more angry.

After a few days like this, suddenly the beggar gang came running up the mountain covered in blood with a dragon head in hand.

The disciples of Emei were shocked when they saw it. They quickly led to Jinding and saw Miejie and Song Yuanqiao. The leader immediately fell down and burst into tears and said: "I am from Emei. I was going to Chengdu Prefecture along the Minjiang River to sort out the affairs there." , I don’t know where a Yuan army appeared, with about a thousand men and horses. They formed an ambush and killed our gang. There were several extremely powerful martial arts masters among them. Even Gang Leader Shi was no match. He could only borrow The mountains are working against him, and the military situation is like a fire. I hope that the master will be loyal to the Jianghu and send reinforcements as soon as possible!"

(End of this chapter)