The reincarnation of the movie king

"Where will my sword go? Love and hate are hard to find. My sword cuts through the sky. I don't understand right and wrong..."

Walking on the wide and straight streets of Oduancheng with his hands behind his back, Su Yi hummed a song while admiring this exotic town.

This city is not very prosperous, and there are not many pedestrians on the streets, but the roads are very wide.

Although it is a border city in the Western Region, there are not many Han faces like Su Yi, because many Han people settled here to escape the war.

Of course, the most common ones are the blond and blue-eyed Semu people, as well as the mixed race of Mongolian and Semu people.

Although the Mongols are the rulers, they are the smallest ethnic group here.

There were only Mongolian nobles passing by on the street, but the rest bowed their heads and lowered their sleeves to avoid them and were respectful. Especially the Han people with faces like Su Yi were even more frightened and hid as far away as they could, shrinking to the extreme.

This is because during the Yuan Dynasty, in order to maintain its rule over the Han and other ethnic groups, the Yuan Dynasty implemented a policy of ethnic discrimination and established a "four-class system". From high to low, they were Mongolians, Semu people, Han people and Southerners.

The "Yuan Dian Zhang" clearly stipulates that if the Mongolians kill Han or Southerners, they only need to be punished with fifty-seven strokes of the stick and pay funeral expenses to the family of the deceased.

But if the situation is reversed, not only will the murderer be punished by death, but all the murderer's property will also be compensated to the deceased.

This unfair discrimination system not only applied to the Yuan Dynasty, but also applied to the four major khanates in the Western Region and Central Asia.

Therefore, people like Su Yi who have a Han face but walk struttingly on the street stand out, like standing out from the crowd.

But Su Yi walked along the long street, and although pedestrians looked at him one after another, no one dared to get close to provoke him. This is because some Mongolian people are very similar to Han people, and they also like Han people's clothes. Just looking at their appearance, there is no difference at all. .

Su Yi was so confident and impressive that everyone who met him probably thought he was a fool.

Su Yi quickly figured this out, and the joy and ease in his heart suddenly faded a bit.

Observing the surroundings carefully, some details that were previously covered up by the fresh energy suddenly became visible.

Although there were people coming and going on the long street, it was gloomy and looked dilapidated and dull.

This kind of aura can only be observed by people like Su Yi who have entered the threshold of spiritual practice. Ordinary people will not notice it at all.

He frowned secretly, made seals with his hands, and silently recited the purification spell that allowed him to clearly see ghosts and gods: "Lingbao Tianzun, comfort the body, the soul of the disciple, the five internal organs Xuanming, the green dragon and the white tiger, the ranks are diverse, the Suzaku Xuanwu, the bodyguard Body shape..."

As he chanted the incantation, he saw that the street, which was originally dimmed by the setting sun, became even darker and colder. The surroundings were still shrouded in mist, and in the mist stood a staggering number of terrifying ghosts.

Because of Su Yi's gaze, these ghosts were all looking at Su Yi at the moment. Those pairs of eyes, either red or pale, looked particularly penetrating.

"So many lonely ghosts?" Su Yi was surprised.

No wonder the street feels eerie before the sun sets. It turns out that there are already more ghosts than people here.

Quite a few of them are still in the bardo, apparently newly deceased.

"The tyranny of Meng Ting has made the people miserable. This is the most obvious proof!" Su Yi frowned slightly, released the seal, and everything around him immediately returned to normal vision.

There are more lonely ghosts than people in a city, and the newly dead bardos are also floating in the streets. No matter how peaceful and calm the surface is, it fully exposes the chaos and disorder hidden in the darkness.

I just don’t know if it’s just this one city, or if it’s the same in every city?

Humanity is that whenever a dynasty declines, ghosts and monsters run rampant.

Once a ghost exceeds a certain threshold, it will become irreversibly ruined. In this case, it is not surprising that changes in dynasties will reshape the world.

"Forget it, this has nothing to do with me..." Su Yi shook his head and decided to ignore it.

It is impossible for him to show mercy here and save the souls of the dead at the Dharma Altar. He is alone, so doing this is just a drop in the bucket, like a foolish old man moving a mountain.

Not to mention, the king of the Chagatai Khanate, Tulhulu Timur, had forced his 160,000 subjects to swear an oath to convert to Eastern Christianity three years ago. Anyone who disobeyed would be punished with death.

Although this law prohibits outsiders, it would be a different matter if Su Yi dared to set up an altar here to save the souls of the dead.

Su Yi was not afraid of going against the court, but it was not necessary. Moreover, rescuing the souls of the dead is not a one-time achievement. If someone insists on sabotaging it, Su Yi may not be able to do so.

What's more, Su Yi is here to be a hero, not a magic stick. He still has to pay attention to his painting style and not go off track.

There are still three months before the six major sects besiege Guangmingding, and the Emei sect will not arrive so early. Su Yi decided to find a place to settle in the city first, familiarize himself with the customs of this era, and go look for it on the way. The Wuming Snow Valley where Zhang Wuji was was making other plans.

Although he has no need for the "Nine Yang Magic", such a magical skill is so close at hand that it would be a waste of resources if he doesn't study it in detail.

What's more, it's quite interesting to contact Zhang Wuji in advance and show off.

Just when Su Yi was about to get some money first, and then find a post station to rest, he heard the noise of horse hooves behind him, and the noise came, mixed with the sound of crying and begging for mercy.

Su Yi had sharp ears and eyesight. When he heard the sound, these people were still far away from him. After waiting for about three minutes, he saw a group of people behind him approaching from the city gate in a chaotic manner.

This is a group of Mongolian troops, about ten people, each riding on a horse.

There were more than thirty Han people tied together with ropes and dragged behind the horses.

These Han people are mainly old people and women, and there is only one middle-aged strong man among them. Most of their clothes were patched and rough linen clothes, and they were obviously poor people.

Almost all the old people among them fell to the ground and were dragged everywhere by ropes. Their bodies were bloody and bloody, and they couldn't help screaming. It was very miserable.

Some people didn't even move, they were just dragged away, and it was unclear whether they fainted or died.

There were about ten women being dragged along, but they were all standing. It seems that the Mongolian army deliberately slowed down to prevent them from being dragged down.

Their clothes were all in tatters, obviously torn, and some were even naked from the waist up.

Some of the women were numb, some were crying, but the soldiers who were dragging them were riding on horses and waving whips, driving them like shepherds, whipping them from time to time, and hearing them scream in agony. The soldiers cheered and laughed excitedly.

Wherever this group of Mongolian soldiers passed, pedestrians fled one after another to get out of the way.

Seeing this tragic situation, the Han people on the street were so frightened that they covered their faces and ran away, not daring to stay at all.

Seeing this scene, Su Yi's eyes suddenly turned cold and murderous intent arose in his heart.

There was no thought of making a move beforehand or whether it would cause trouble. Without thinking, Su Yi kicked off his feet and used the snake step to fly forward quickly. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of a Mongolian soldier. Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and pinched him. His throat.

Boom!

The Mongolian soldier who was laughing loudly with his friends suddenly stiffened and his voice stopped abruptly.

Canglang!

Before the other Mongolian soldiers could react, Su Yi had already pulled out the scimitar hung on his waist and used the Phantom Shadow Kung Fu to move and jump. The sword flashed and blood splattered. In the blink of an eye, five or six Mongolian soldiers groaned. Buhen fell down from his horse.

The bloody smell spread instantly, and the other Mongolian soldiers woke up from a dream, each screaming and angrily drawing out their own weapons.

But where is the use?

Su Yi's phantom light skill was created by Dongfang Bubai based on the "Sunflower Collection". It is as fast as a ghost and as graceful as a startling giant. With Su Yi's current level of performance, even Fang Zheng, Zuo Lengchan and others would have difficulty keeping up with his speed, let alone these ordinary Mongolian soldiers?

These Mongolian soldiers saw figures flying in front of them, blood splattering, screaming "Wow!" and slashing with their swords, but the swords were all in the air. They saw their companions falling from their horses one after another, including Su Yi. I can't even touch the shadow of him!

In less than ten breaths, the last Mongolian soldier was stabbed in the throat and fell silently from his horse.

Su Yi stood up again and showed his figure. Although his face was not red and he was out of breath, his demeanor was still the same, but his white clothes were dotted with red plums, he had an aura of evil, and the scimitar in his hand was dripping with blood.

Su Yi killed people very quickly. In less than ten breaths, he couldn't even finish a slightly longer sentence. However, Su Yi killed more than ten Mongolian cavalry in one breath!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who could have believed that there were such strong people in the world?

"Monster! Demon!" The onlookers yelled in horror.

The people around him seemed to be waking up from a dream, and they fled like birds and beasts. After a while, the originally bustling streets turned deserted, and there was no one around except Su Yi and the captured Han people.

Su Yi's killing not only frightened the onlookers, but also the people he rescued. They all knelt down with pale faces and called them "gods".

The women who were crying at first didn't even dare to cry anymore. They lay on the ground without even daring to raise their heads, as if Su Yi was some kind of savage beast.

Only the strong man covered in blood was kneeling on the ground, but he was staring at Su Yi with bright eyes and an excited expression.

Su Yi was killing people in the street, so he naturally knew that the defenders in the city would arrive in an instant and time was running out. Fortunately, when he killed people just now, he cut all the ropes, and now these people all broke free.

He did not hesitate. Seeing that someone was finally calm, he went straight to the point: "The Tatars will be here soon. I am here to attract them. You can escape if you can. If you can't escape... it is your life."

With limited manpower, Su Yi knew that he could protect these people for a while, but he could not protect them forever. His action was motivated by anger, more to punish evil than to save others.

This city of Anduan is located in the hinterland of the Eastern Chagatai Khanate, and the city is heavily guarded.

Not to mention that it is difficult for these people to leave the city. Even if they are lucky enough to get out of the city, where can a group of women and a few dying old people go?

"Benefactor, we are from Sujiazhuang. Yesterday our village owner killed the Mongolian nobles in the city and fled. We, all of us, are traitors who have been imprisoned." The strong man looked sad, but said loudly, "Sujiazhuang All the strong men and children were killed by these beasts, and only the rest of us were captured by the Meng! Not to mention that we couldn't escape, even if we escaped... there was nowhere to go. After thinking about it, there was only death. One piece!”

"I am grateful to my benefactor for rescuing me today, but it is a pity that I will never have the chance to repay you in this life! I can only repay you for your great kindness in the next life!"

After the strong man finished speaking, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times.

While he was kowtowing, a bare-chested woman next to him suddenly picked up a knife from the ground and wiped it hard on her neck. Blood immediately spattered and the woman fell to the ground.

Su Yi noticed the woman taking the knife but did not stop her.

This woman was forced to expose her upper body in public. It was so humiliating that death was actually a relief for her. It's just that I never had the chance before, and now I have the chance to commit suicide.

"Sanniang!" Another woman next to her cried and picked up the knife tremblingly. "Wait for me, I'm coming!"

As he spoke, he also broke his own neck.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" A dying old man with white hair cried with tears streaming down his face, "As expected of the children of my Su family, even if they die, they can no longer be insulted like animals by the Tatars!"

He stood up tremblingly and touched the knife. Suddenly he screamed and slashed hard at a girl who was kneeling on the ground.

"Good Ruan'er, daddy will give you a ride personally!" the old man cried, looking like a madman, and knocked the girl to the ground with a knife.

The big man who was kowtowing to Su Yi also picked up a knife and stood up. He gritted his teeth and stabbed all the women one by one.

None of these women begged for mercy. Although they were all trembling with fear, they allowed this strong man to slaughter them.

The strong man killed the woman and then went to kill all the dying old people.

Finally, he knelt down with a bang in front of the white-haired old man who had just killed his daughter, and cried out in tears: "Dad, the child is unfilial, so I will give you a ride. When the child kills a few more Tatars with his benefactor, he will go on the road with his father! Road to Huangquan Come on, please wait for me, baby!”

"Okay! Good boy!" the white-haired old man said happily with tears.

With trembling hands, he put the knife across his neck and said to the strong man: "Don't bother my son, dad will do it himself! Son, dad is gone, kill the Tatars, kill more Tatars..."

puff!

The blade flashed and the old man fell into a pool of blood.

The strong man knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three more times. His forehead was already bloody and bloody.

He gritted his teeth and stood up unsteadily, then turned to Su Yi with an expression that looked like he was crying but not crying: "My nickname is Su Sanqi. May I ask my benefactor's surname?"

At this time, Su Yi had already heard that cavalry were coming quickly from the east and north directions. There were probably a lot of them.

But he was still shaken inexplicably by the human tragedy that had just happened in front of him.

In an instant, a human tragedy happened in front of his eyes. Su Yi watched this scene happen but did not stop it.

Those poor women and old people have lost all hope of living, so what if he stops them?

Now they can at least die with dignity. If they were saved, their fate might be even more miserable.

Su Yi's mind was turbulent and he couldn't calm down.

He looked at the strong man for a while and then said slowly: "My name is Su Yi, and we are the same family."