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Chapter 23
At this time, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, an army of tens of thousands of people was stationed at the foot of the mountain. The leader was a handsome young man, reclining on a reclining chair, with a folding fan in his hand slightly fanning. The collar stood up high, and there was no protrusion in the covered throat, which showed that this was a woman disguised as a man.

Now, the only woman capable of leading tens of thousands of people is Zhao Min, the princess of Muyang Palace.

"Minmin, we've been lying in wait here for two or three days, and Master Chen hasn't responded yet. How long do we have to wait?" At this time, a man from Yuan Dynasty with dirty braids on his head came to Zhao Min and whispered asked.This man from the Yuan Dynasty was not named as the princess, so on the surface his status should not be inferior to him. Combined with his dreadlocks, it is estimated that he is Zhao Min's good-for-nothing brother Wang Baobao in the original book.

"Why are you anxious? Master Chen has already said that he will wait for all six sects to go up the mountain. In a moment and a half, Master Chen will light the gunpowder. By then, these people in the Central Plains martial arts community who do not obey the emperor's orders will inevitably suffer heavy casualties and will be exhausted. , then we only need to sit back and wait, and we can easily capture these martial arts people. You need to know more about the art of war, and don't mess around outside every day." Zhao Min looked at Wang Baobao contemptuously, and replied that he hated iron. His good-for-nothing brother then simply closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Indeed, Zhao Min has been interested in marching and fighting since he was a child. When he was six years old, he told his father, King Muyang, that he would be the best general in the world in the future. As a daughter slave, King Muyang was naturally the best. He allowed his daughter to read a large number of art of war from the palace for Zhao Min to read, and allowed Zhao Min many times to lead troops to clean up some Central Plains people who tried to resist the rule of the Yuan Dynasty.

Many years of military career and the Mongolian custom of worshiping the strong have made countless Yuan people admire this woman, and countless Yuan people are willing to follow this woman.If Zhao Min hadn't been born as a daughter, based on Zhao Min's countless years of contribution, although he wouldn't be able to become a marshal of an army, he would be more than enough to be a general.

As for Wang Baobao, he didn't have any opinions in his life, and the Muyang King, who was his daughter's slave, didn't give him any care. Coupled with the pressure from his sister's prestige among Yuan people, he became an arrogant and domineering man on the surface, but in his heart An extremely humble person, although he saw his sister's contempt for him, Wang Baobao just lowered his head, took a few steps back, and stood by the recliner without saying a word.

"Boom, boom, boom." A violent explosion came from Kunlun Mountain.

Hearing the sound of the explosion, Zhao Min opened his eyes suddenly, stood up from the recliner, and looked towards the mountain. At this time, the mountain road was filled with smoke. Listening carefully, there were bursts of screams and curses.

"Hahaha, it seems that Master Chen has succeeded. Pass down an order to let all the soldiers here arrest the Central Plains people who came down from the mountain. If they resist, they will be killed on the spot." Zhao Min immediately ordered, and the surrounding The messenger quickly took the order and informed the troops and horses from all walks of life.

As long as these people are arrested, his father and king will surely gain great merit again. Although his father has already reached the position of King Muyang and can no longer be named, he still has an elder brother. Wei also thinks that his elder brother is a worthless person. Since he can't reward King Muyang for such a great achievement, he will definitely reward this elder brother.

As for yourself?After all, she is a daughter, and she is quite prestigious among the Yuan people, but people in the court do not speak with strength like those in the army. After the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty, she began to slowly change and became the kind of officials in the Central Plains. The methods of governance, coupled with the vastness and richness of the Central Plains, have slowly smoothed out the wildness of the prairie men and turned them into corruption.

Under such circumstances, I am still only a princess until now. Although I can lead soldiers, they are actually soldiers belonging to King Muyang, and I actually don't have a real military position.Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Wang Baobao, and sighed.

And Wang Baobao knew exactly what his sister was thinking, but Wang Baobao also knew his own ability. He couldn't lead soldiers or fight. He is even better for himself, but he hates iron for being weak, so he never complained to his sister, and just listened to her opinions silently.

At this time, on the Kunlun Mountain Road, the sound of the explosion slowly disappeared, the smoke filled the air, and countless cries and curses joined together.

"Hurry up and save people, hurry up."

"Brother, please kill me. I'm in so much pain. I'm hopeless. Let me hurry up, please." A young disciple was lying on the side of the road. He was far away from the explosion, but he still He was injured, completely shattered from the waist down, and blood was flowing. He hugged an elderly Taoist priest with his arms and begged.

"Ah!!!" Daoist shouted loudly, pulled out the sword from his waist, closed his eyes, and wiped his junior brother's throat.But this was not just an isolated case, the ground was covered with fragments of limbs, and there were disciples who were seriously injured and lingering on their last legs, howling helplessly.

The future and retreating disciples looked at the juniors who talked, laughed and played with them on weekdays, weeping, and tried their best to save them as long as there was a chance of survival.If it is really hopeless, we will send them a ride, so as not to suffer more.

"Qingshu, how are you? Are you okay? Are you injured?" Yu Lianzhou looked at the blood-spitting nephew in front of her, and her nose couldn't help sore. She didn't like his father. If Song Qingshu suffers again now What kind of injury, how will I face my senior brother under Jiuquan in the future.

"Master, I'm fine. I was the last to withdraw. I was still far away from the explosion. I just suffered a slight shock and some internal injuries." Song Qingshu forced a sigh of relief, stood up, turned to look at the Emei faction, eyebrows Hair wrinkled.

Suddenly, a woman wearing green clothes and a white shirt came into view. It was Zhou Zhiruo. Great, she is not dead.

Zhou Zhiruo stared blankly at the dead senior sisters and sisters around her. She was still laughing and cursing together yesterday. In just one day, the master left, and many senior sisters and sisters also left.Thinking of Ding Minjun who pushed him away at the last moment, tears instantly moistened his eyes.

"Zhiruo, that's great. Are you okay? I'm really afraid I'll never see you again." Song Qingshu came behind Zhou Zhiruo. After losing his father, Song Qingshu only had Zhou Zhiruo in his heart. Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo was safe and sound, The big stone in my heart was finally let go, and I finally couldn't help but express my heart, and stretched out my arms to hug the woman in front of me.

"Brother Song~~~ The master is gone, and many other seniors are gone, what should I do. Woohoo." Hearing the voice and hug behind her, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and hugged her Song Qingshu burst into tears, now she urgently needs a vent.

"Shaolin Temple disciples, follow me to recite the Mantra of Rebirth, and save the souls of the dead." Master Kongjian closed his eyes, unwilling to see the tragedy in front of him, sat down cross-legged, and recited the Mantra of Rebirth.A group of Shaolin disciples behind them had tears in their eyes, gnashed their teeth and followed Master Kongjian to recite the mantra of passing away.

Immersed in grief, they did not know that a crisis was quietly approaching.

(End of this chapter)