Although Chen Yunfeng is a traverser, there is still a part of the memory in his fused soul that belongs to Chen Daniu, and the qiē from childhood to adulthood in this mountain village is like his own personal experience, and it is also what he should do to comfort the elderly.

Now that he has cultivated martial arts and has achieved a little success, Chen Yunfeng is not ready to directly blend into the rivers and lakes, with his ability to still enter the third-rate martial arts, even if there are many means, there are many chances of dying.

After resting at home for a night, he left Wangshan Village early the next morning and went to Fanchuan City, Chen Yunfeng, who was carrying a rag wrap, easily entered the city that had been occupied by the Mongols, looking at the Mongolian soldiers who were still rushing in the city, Chen Yunfeng sighed lightly;

In the 126th year of the Southern Song Dynasty, all the emperors were traitors, and the famous traitors were countless.

He didn't like the corruption of the Great Song Dynasty, nor did he like the ferocity of the Mongols, anyway, it would be like that in the future, if he deliberately blended into the court or pulled up a team to rebel, then his plan to escape the world would be in vain.

"Smack. A crisp sound of horsewhip made Chen Yunfeng, who was watching on the side of the road, quickly look back, in the middle of the road, an old man in his fifties had been whipped to the ground, and it was a Mongolian knight who knocked down the old man, and he rode away without looking at the guy on the ground, leaving only the old man on the ground**.

Chen Yunfeng looked at the Mongolian soldiers in the distance, his eyes were cold, in his thinking, anyone who invaded the Central Plains was a villain, whether they were finally fused by Huaxia or not, at least these Mongolian soldiers in front of him were not much better than the little devils in later generations.

"Old man, how are you, do you need help?" Chen Yunfeng quickly walked up to the old man and squatted down and asked in a low voice.

The old man was dressed in cloth, and the bun on his head had been scattered from the fall just now, except for a whip mark on his back that shredded his clothes to reveal a bloody mark, but there was no harm in the rest;

The old man trembled and was helped up by Chen Yunfeng, but he muttered in his mouth:

"The golden people are destroyed, the Mongolian people come, but we ordinary people can only become the object of their bullying, the young man can help me to the side of the road, I have eaten such a whip more than once, alas"

Chen Yunfeng's mouth trembled slightly, looking at the few long patches on the old man's back, which should be the result of him being often whipped by Mongolian soldiers.

Helping the old man to the side of the road, the old man found an acquaintance and went back, but Chen Yunfeng couldn't calm the entanglement in his heart for a long time, seeing these pictures, he kind of understood Guo Jing, who had been educated to protect the territory of the Han people since he was a child;

Although that wooden head is stubborn, he can give up his family for the country and the people, in a sense, his reputation as a hero is far more real than the reputation obtained by others in fighting and killing on the rivers and lakes.

However, Chen Yunfeng still doesn't like him, who asked him to find a beautiful wife like Huang Rong, anyway, the envy, jealousy and hatred in his heart when he watched the eagle shooting never stopped.

Looking for a ready-to-wear shop on the street, his linen coarse clothes were better than those little beggars around, just walking on the street, there were several people who wanted to throw two steamed buns to him, Chen Yunfeng changed into a set of slightly spiritual robes, bought a horse in the livestock market in Fanchuan City and rode away.

"Help"

Chen Yunfeng, who was moving all the way, heard a cry for help when he was not far from the edge of Nanluo City, originally he didn't want to meddle with things, but when he hit the horse, he saw that a Mongolian soldier was tearing the clothes of a woman in her thirties, and on the ground, a little boy of seven or eight years old had been hacked to death with a scimitar on the spot, and a tall Mongolian war horse was gnawing on the grass;

The woman's struggle and cry for help made Chen Yunfeng feel a burst of anger in his heart, since these Mongolian soldiers occupied the land of the Great Song Dynasty, the Han and other ethnic minorities were the targets of their plunder, and they had no scruples about burning and killing JY in the current situation.

He turned over and dismounted, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Stop. ”

The Mongolian soldier was pulling the woman's clothes, and when he heard Chen Yunfeng's shouting, he turned over and stood up, pulled out the scimitar at his waist with a snort, and shouted loudly in Mongolian.

Chen Yunfeng didn't know any minority languages, so he motioned for the woman on the ground to leave, but the woman threw herself on the dead boy and began to cry in a burst of tears.

"Wow Wow"

Just when Chen Yunfeng's brows were furrowed, the scimitar in the hands of the Mongolian soldiers quickly rushed towards Chen Yunfeng in one fell swoop, seeing the fierce appearance of the Mongolian soldiers, Chen Yunfeng, who was fighting for the first time, couldn't help but be a little nervous in his heart, he avoided the scimitar on the side of his body on his toes, and hit the shoulders of the Mongolian soldiers with a punch of his true qi.

"Poof. ”

The fist full of true qi directly hit the shoulder of the Mongolian soldier, and the huge force beat the Mongolian soldier to the ground and almost rolled to the ground, only to see the Mongolian soldier who was hit by the fist with pain on his face, grinning and shouting loudly and raising his knife to rush to the mountain again.

Chen Yunfeng's figure turned around again, avoiding the scimitar and turning behind the Mongolian soldiers, and his fist rushed out again with true anger, and the huge fist hit the opponent's vest with all his strength this time.

"Ugh"

The life-gate acupoint is located in a dead point in the Du Mai, located between the second and third vertebrae, Chen Yunfeng, who has already practiced recognizing the acupuncture point, of course did not return to the wrong target position, this punch only heard a miserable scream from the throat of the Mongolian soldier, and his body fell down as soon as he stood up.

Seeing that the Mongolian soldiers had hung up, Chen Yunfeng quickly took off the looted package from him, took his scimitar in his hand, walked to the woman who was still crying, and said:

"Sister-in-law, hurry up, this Mongolian soldier is dead, but there are still a lot of Mongolian patrols around, and it will be dangerous if they are discovered. ”

"Xiaobao, my Xiaobao is dead, how can I be worthy of his dead father"

The woman was still holding the corpse, screaming incessantly, Chen Yunfeng was anxious for a while, but he didn't know how to persuade this woman who was in pain of losing her child.

"Whew. A piercing howl did not stop, Chen Yunfeng saw that the woman who was crying had a feather arrow inserted in her chest, and the trembling arrow shaft was still shaking, and he quickly turned around to see that not far away, a group of five Mongolian cavalry was coming here from a hundred meters away.

"Woohoo"

A series of feather arrows shot at Chen Yunfeng, and Chen Yunfeng, who had not yet arrived at home, rolled on a lazy donkey and grabbed the corpse of the Mongolian soldier from the ground, blocking the two waves of arrows, which Mongolian soldiers were already closer;

With no intention of fighting with this group of Mongolian cavalry, and knowing that he was far from being the opponent of a group of cavalry, Chen Yunfeng turned over and jumped on the war horse of the Mongolian soldiers in front of him, slapped the horse's buttocks hard, and ran forward quickly in the neighing of the war horse.

It was a group of Mongolian patrols, and the leader jumped off his horse to inspect the scene, waved his hand and chased in the direction of Chen Yunfei's escape

In these places under the iron hooves of the Mongolian soldiers, all the common people seemed to be trembling and frightened, and Chen Yunfeng was slightly relieved to cross the Yellow River through Shaanxi at a gallop;

Along the way, those Mongolian soldiers robbed everywhere, he recklessly learned from the heroes to kill a Mongolian soldier, but he was chased by a large group of Mongolian soldiers, and his ability to beat three or five well-trained ordinary soldiers at most, fortunately he snatched a Mongolian war horse to escape from their pursuit.

Selling the war horse cheaply at the ferry, he found the ferry to leave the so-called enemy-occupied area, entered the border of Henan, passed through the Yanshi and rushed straight to the south, half a day later in front of the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Chen Yunfeng was already a scholar who appeared on a horse in a white robe all his life.

Find the guest monk, Chen Yunfeng took out a hundred taels of gold as incense money, of course, the premise is that he needs to copy a few Buddhist scriptures and go home to chant for the old man's blessing, this monk did not dare to make his own decisions, and after a while, the abbot of Shaolin Temple walked out.

Wuyin is not very old, and there is no legendary old monk with a two-foot long beard that kind of dusty posture, as a contemporary Shaolin host, Wuyin is only in his fifties, although he is also a martial arts master, but the mountain gate is forbidden to prohibit monks from going out, here is not far from the Yellow River, once the Mongolian soldiers cross the Yellow River, this Songshan is not an absolutely safe place.

"Amitabha"

The silent abbot saw Chen Yunfeng from a distance and shouted the Buddha's name and walked over, Chen Yunfeng also folded his hands and bowed to him with a smile and said:

"The silent master is highly respected, and it is a great honor to see the master's demeanor. ”

"Chen Shi was polite, I heard that the guest monk said that the donor gave a hundred taels of gold as incense, and wanted to copy some scriptures to go home to pray for the family, I don't know what scriptures the donor needs, the old man arranged for someone to prepare pen, ink, paper, inkstone and quiet room for the donor. Wuyin clasped his hands together and looked at Chen Yunfeng and said in a harmonious voice.

At this time, Chen Yunfeng is not a master, although he is strong and heavy, he is also a martial artist, but he will not suspect anything, the so-called poor and rich martial arts, many sons and young masters of rich families have the habit of practicing martial arts and strengthening their bodies, not to mention in this chaotic Southern Song Dynasty;

Although the warriors were despised by the literati, in fact, those high-ranking officials and bigwigs were also practitioners, and only a small number of sour Confucians would become sick nerds.

Chen Yunfeng had already calculated before he came, it was absolutely impossible for him to ask for the Ranga Sutra directly, he smiled and said:

"In Mahayana Buddhism, there are many sutras such as the Lotus Sutra, the Great Nirvana, the Dizo Bodhisattva Sutra, and so on.

The Great Nirvana Sutra and the Lotus Sutra can save people, and the Ranga Sutra as an explanation of the meaning of the Dharma Sutra is enough, and the abbot can arrange a clean room for the child, and the child can copy it back in about two or three days to pray for his parents. ”

After Chen Yunfeng finished speaking, he withdrew his hand, there are thousands of scriptures in this temple, if he is tired and dies together, he can't finish it, and he is not worried that Shaolin Temple will give him the copied version of the scriptures.

"Amitabha Buddha is like this, Lord Chen, please go to the guest house, Wusan, please take the donor over, and by the way, let Uncle Jueyuan of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion pick out the scriptures and send them to the clean room. The silent long Buddha said in a deep voice.