[Comprehensive] Travel to the world of martial arts and raise a boss

Lu Chongming has been watching with cold eyes. He watched Zhu Muyang's face become extremely pale after the young man's words.

"Sorry, Mr. Su." Zhu Muyang said with great difficulty: "I can't die yet!"

Su Mengzhen kept coughing, but his murderous aura became more intense. He is a person who values ​​love and righteousness. He has nothing to do with his friends, but he values ​​the righteousness of the country more, so after knowing Zhu Muyang's betrayal, he is even more helpless. Endure, he would rather kill him himself than see him make mistakes again and again, although he is not uncomfortable.

"Fart!" The irritable voice suddenly sounded, "If you want to kill the general, pass me first!"

The light of the sharp knife was as fast as lightning, and it roared and slashed at Su Mengzhen's head, so fast that Zhu Muyang didn't even have time to speak.

The knife was fast and fierce, and the cold light shot suddenly, Su Mengzhen's body appeared more slender and thinner in the shadows of the knife, not to mention the knife from the head, it seemed that one finger could knock him down.

Seeing that the blade was about to hit him, even outsiders would sweat for him, the owner of the blade bit his lips tightly, and his red eyes flashed with excitement.

Su Mengzhen's back was straight, and she didn't avoid it, her delicate eyes even had a gleam of water because of the cough!

The blade was already close in front of him, and then he suddenly raised his hand, and a red, thin knife had appeared between his fingers at some point.

He just waved his sleeves, like wiping away the dust in the air, or like wiping away the tears from his lover's face, extremely gentle and elegant.

Then there was a clang, and everything stopped.

The saber gesture stopped, the shadow of the saber disappeared, and the face of the man holding the broken saber was full of horror.

The thin, crystal-clear red dagger rested on his neck.

The owner of the knife is coughing lightly, but the hand holding the knife is very steady, the blade is just an inch away from the neck, the man can clearly feel the bursts of coldness coming from the blade.

"Red Sleeve Saber!" Zhu Muyang's face was ugly, and he didn't know if it was because of his subordinate's arbitrariness or something else.

Following his exclamation, Lu Chongming's gaze fell on the beautiful and exquisite crimson blade. The opponent's movements were so fast that he didn't see clearly at all, and the point just now was completely dismissed.

The martial power in this world is completely different from his. He is also very skilled, and all kinds of fighting skills are outstanding. When he was in the military academy, he was the number one all the time. It was much worse than before, but after several months of urgent training, he still had the confidence to protect himself, otherwise he wouldn't have been invited to go up the mountain cleanly this time.

But it wasn't until after seeing that amazing knife that he felt that his perception of force in this world seemed to be a little off. If such a knife came at him, he asked himself that without the help of any hot weapons in his hand, it would be absolutely impossible. Can't escape.

So he resolutely dismissed the possibility of taking Gu Xichao back by taking this opportunity, no matter what, he didn't want to risk him.

It's a pity that he dismissed this idea, but it doesn't mean that Gu Xichao is willing to give up such a good opportunity. When everyone's attention was focused on the amazing knife, he first moved a few steps silently, and then let go of his feet. Run to Lu Chongming.

The two calves ran very fast, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't compare to the palm wind coming from behind him.

Lu Chongming's attention never moved away from Gu Xichao, he was the first to discover the situation here, his eyes widened and he shouted angrily: "You dare!" The sword quickly ran over.

Lu Chongming didn't know how to use a sword, and he didn't know anything about sword techniques or moves. He held the hilt of the sword, raised the sword high above his head, and then threw the sword like a spear, swishing it out!

After Jianfei flew out, he didn't look at the result, kicked his legs, and rushed towards Gu Xichao like an eagle.

His legs are slender, and his jumping ability is also amazing. With a flick of his right hand, he pulled Gu Xichao into his arms, and the father and son rolled on the ground twice in a rather embarrassing manner.

The palm wind roared above his head, Lu Chongming didn't lift his eyes, he waved his big sleeve, and a sleeve arrow shot out!

"Huh!" The opponent was obviously a little surprised, he didn't expect to lose twice in a row with his own martial arts, not only that, the opponent actually had the strength to fight back.

Is this really just a civil servant who doesn't know martial arts and has no power to restrain a chicken? !

Zhu Muyang turned sideways slightly to avoid the sleeve arrows shot from the opposite side, and when he pulled out his hand again to catch Gu Xichao, it was too late, the crimson knife brushed against his shoulder lightly, and the empty sleeve ripped It split open and flew into the air.

When the sleeves fell down, Su Mengzhen's pale brows were revealed.

Bai Mingmo paused, withdrew the zhenqi that was concentrated in his fingers, and then stood protectively beside Lu Chongming and his son, secretly guarding against those who had already surrounded the place.

"Mr. Su——" Zhu Muyang frowned tightly. Even at this point, he respectfully called him son, not only because the other party helped him back then, but also because he admired him as a person. Although this young son is sick, he has a heart. Upright, righteous and open, he has always been proud of having such a friend.

He didn't want to be his enemy, nor was he his opponent. The red-sleeved knife in the drizzle at dusk, the sword technique is beautiful and strange, fast and sharp, and is deeply feared by countless people in the world, and he is no exception.

It is a painful thing to be an enemy of a friend, but what is more painful than this is that this friend is stronger than you, and the martial arts are several times better than yours. This is not only painful, but also frightening.

But he can't retreat, no matter what!

"Why do you have to force me!" Zhu Muyang's voice was a little hoarse, but more painful.

His hands slowly moved towards his waist, and there were two short spears inserted obliquely there. These two short spears accompanied him through the rivers and lakes, fought in the battlefield, stained countless blood, and never lost a single defeat.Two guns require two hands, and since his arm was broken, his martial arts skills have also been greatly reduced, which is half useless, and this short gun has never killed anyone again.

He never thought that when he grasped it again, he was aiming at his friend!

"You hate me for breaking the oath of the past, but you know how difficult it is to be an official! The court is corrupt, the emperor is incompetent, and the treacherous prime minister Cai Jing covers the sky with one hand. I also want to serve the country loyally, and I also want to drive out the Tartars and restore the country. The oath, don’t say that I lost my arm for this, so what if my life was taken away in the battle on the battlefield that day! Since the day I joined the army, I have never taken my life to heart.”

"I can take my own life, but I can't help planning for the thousands of brothers under my command. I can't let them die in poverty instead of dying on the battlefield!"

Zhu Muyang's eyes were red, he looked around the group of people and said: "Suppressing bandits, they were never bandits, but soldiers of the Song Dynasty. They are veterans and wounded soldiers who were withdrawn from the front line. Being completely abandoned here by the imperial court, do you know how many people we have died in the past six months?"

Su Mengzhen didn't speak, the hall was eerily quiet.

Zhu Muyang didn't necessarily want others to talk, he said coldly: "230 nine people, more than half of them were killed or injured, the war with Xixia was too tragic, they managed to save their lives, and they didn't die in the enemy's butcher's knife However, they were defeated by typhoid fever and hunger! Who would have thought that the soldiers who fought for the country should not be treated like this even if they lost the war. All the wounded were gathered in one place, There is no wound medicine and no military rations, let us fend for ourselves, what would you do if it were you? Still stick to your moral bottom line and let the remaining four thousand people freeze to death and starve to death?!"

"I've been thinking these days, that rotten imperial court, that high and incompetent emperor, really deserves our allegiance? Why should I be loyal to such a group of people who don't care about us, they don't deserve it!"

Zhu Muyang's voice was like a lone wolf in the dark night, full of anger and unwillingness.

Su Mengzhen was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I am not loyal to the imperial court or the emperor, but to the people of Song Dynasty and the people of Song Dynasty."

A faint sentence made Zhu Muyang's body tremble suddenly, and even Lu Chongming looked at him in surprise, this person is quite interesting.

But he was a little moved by Zhu Muyang's words, as if a thought flashed through his mind, so fast that he didn't have time to catch it.

Zhu Muyang smiled wryly: "Young Master always sees things more clearly than I do, but I have no way out. I'm not talented. Today I will learn the red-sleeve saber technique that is widely rumored in the world!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the two short spears from his waist, flipped his wrists, and with a click, the two short spears were connected together seamlessly.

Su Mengzhen covered his lips and coughed lightly, he smiled lightly and said, "Who said I'm going to fight with you?"

With a wave of his sleeve, he slowly turned around in the face of countless surprised gazes. The crimson dagger pointed at Lu Chongming and his son, "You ran away without my permission. Do you think I should catch you back?" It was to Gu Xichao.

Lu Chongming took a step forward, and protected Gu Xichao, holding the dagger that was always on his body tightly.

He was quick, the scarlet knife came even faster, leaving an afterimage in the air, the color was bleak, just like the rouge on the corner of a beautiful woman's lips.

"Protect your lord!" A white shadow flashed out, and her slender fingers were like flowers, like lotuses, blooming wantonly in that ray of crimson...

Hum—continuous crisp sounds came, Su Mengzhen's knife became more urgent, his face became whiter, and his eyes became brighter.

He didn't expect to meet such a master here. Behind the shadow of the knife is the face of the other party's noble and clean. Su Mengzhen is not timid, but the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes.

"Okay!" He yelled, raised his right hand upwards, and the scarlet blade let out a long groan.

Bai Mingmo's face was also pale, so pale that he was even more invisible than the weak Su Mengzhen.

His ten fingers, which changed for no reason, were as fast as the rain, with one finger pointing to the sky and the other to the ground, and he flicked heavily on the thin and thin blade three times in a row.

After three strokes, he backed away quickly, but Su Mengzhen didn't catch up. He was coughing loudly, and the hand holding the knife showed signs of instability for the first time, but it was only for a moment.