The boy broke into the dense forest and escaped the pursuit of the Tartars behind him. He actually witnessed a fight like an immortal, and immediately decided that the old Taoist in front of him was a god.

He had heard many stories about gods before, and they all knew that gods like to punish evil and eliminate evil the most, and help those who are in trouble. When they come back to their senses, they immediately shouted: "Immortals help me!"

At this time, the Tartars chased him only a few dozen steps away from him. Because of the obstruction of trees, I could not see the situation here. Naturally, I did not see the old Taoist priest, but only saw the young man behind him.

I immediately sneered, pulled out a feather arrow on the bow, aiming at the boy's vest.

As the Later Jin Dynasty of the Jurchens, they were all skilled in bows and horses. Even though the Tartars were ordinary in their clan, they had never missed the fixed targets of dozens of meters. The fingers of the bow were loosened and the bowstring sounded, and the arrow passed through the bushes and shot straight into the boy's back heart.

The old Taoist priest had just retreated and suddenly heard the young man calling 'Immortals to help', thinking it was the child of the hunter, and he accidentally broke into the mountains and encountered a wild beast. When he saw that he had just mistakenly thought he was an immortal and called for help, he immediately laughed:

"What life can you save?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a bow, and then a strong wind whistled from a distance.

The old Taoist frowned, reached out and grabbed the boy's shoulder, and gently brought the boy behind him. He raised his sword and flew out a feather arrow. With a "du" sound, he shot into the trees beside him, and the tail of the arrow still trembled.

"Immortals help me, it's the Tartar..." The young man hiding behind the old Taoist priest said panting.

A glimmer flashed in the old Taoist priest's eyes: "Tartar!"

He stepped forward and flashed through the obstructed trees. He happened to see a tartar with a beard and golden ring on his ear pulling out a second arrow and pointing it to this side. When he saw an old Taoist suddenly appear, he was surprised, but without hesitation, he let go of his fingers holding the bowstring.

The second feather arrow shot directly into the old Taoist priest's face with the sound of breaking through the air.

"It's indeed a Tartar!" The old Taoist priest showed coldness on his face, his wrist was slightly raised, and the feather arrow was picked up by his long sword again. Then he hopped his toes and jumped up. The toes actually stepped on the weeds that were waist-high. He tapped twice and then flew forward.

Although the Tartar was surprised by the other party's skills, they were wild by nature and were not afraid. They threw away their longbow, pulled out their steel knife, and roared and came forward.

As a result, after the Tartar slashed out with one sword, he found that the old Taoist priest had disappeared. While he was confused, he suddenly felt a pain under his ribs and a long sword had stabbed in.

However, the old Taoist priest flashed to his side at some point. When he showed his flaws, he would kill the enemy with one sword!

"Buzz" two sounds of shaking bowstrings sounded, and two feather arrows passed through the forest like lightning. They were the arrows released by the two Tartars following when they saw their companions being killed.

This time, the old Taoist priest did not use his sword to pull down the arrows, but instead radiated his body and avoided the two arrows. The man had already jumped more than ten feet away and reached the side of the two Tartars.

The long sword wiped one of the Tartars' neck with one ring and he wiped the rest of the one behind him, pressed his palm to the back of his heart, and blood spurted out from his mouth far away, and he immediately settled the account.

When the boy came out from behind the tree with a long sword, he saw that the three Tartars had already corpsed across the mountains and forests. All of this happened in the lightning, which really made him feel like he was in a dream.

The old Taoist wiped the blood from the sword clean, returned the sword to the sheath, and asked the young man: "It's really strange, how could this Tartar appear in the pass? Who are you? There are three Tartars chasing you?"

The boy first bowed: "Thank you, the gods, for saving my life. These Tartars have gone around Shanhaiguan to grab autumn food. They have heard of this before, but this is the first time they have met... As for why they chased me, it is because they killed a Tartar in order to save the Zhang family's sister-in-law..."

He suddenly said 'Ouch', and his face suddenly changed. The old Taoist priest thought he was injured by the Tartars and asked, "But is it injured? Where is the injury?"

The boy said anxiously: "It's not that he was injured, but that there are still dozens of Tartars in the village..."

The old Taoist reacted, and before he could finish speaking, he lifted it up, flew towards Lin Wai, and said, "You can point the way!"

"There are horses over there, let's ride the horse..."

The old Taoist snorted: "It's urgent, why are you riding a horse? Just point out the direction!"

The boy was suffocated and subconsciously pointed to the direction of the village. The next moment, he felt the old Taoist suddenly moving while holding him. He felt a wind blowing in his ears, and the scenery in front of him flashed rapidly, just as he was about to get three points faster than riding a horse just now.

He admired in his heart: "It's indeed a god, this is the flying technique!"

The old Taoist rushed out of the woods in a few breaths and headed quickly in the direction pointed by the young man. Soon he saw the village from afar. When he rushed into the village, he saw that as the young man said, dozens of Tartars were plundering food and property everywhere.

But except for these Tartars, the entire village has fallen into a dead silence, and even the guard dogs raised by every household in the village have been hacked and killed by the Tartars one by one.

The old Taoist was also a chivalrous man. When he saw this situation, he immediately rushed up and flew up first, put the young man at the entrance of the village and asked him to be careful. His figure spread out and rushed into the village like a flying start to kill.

The young man hid behind the big locust tree and looked over. He saw that the old Taoist was open and honest. Although he was killing the Tartars, he did not attack them. He roared angrily, which attracted the attention of the Tartars.

When the Tartars came to him, they waved their swords into a ball of white light and rushed over. His sword skills were sharp, and the Tartars wherever they passed fell to the ground, and they all died with one sword.

Although there were many Tartars, the old Taoist's flying body movement was extremely agile, sometimes left and right, sometimes front and sometimes back, and everything was incredible between advancing and retreating. It made the young man look dazzling and only thought it was an immortal magic, and he was so envious.

After the old Taoist killed more than a dozen Tartars, the Tartars who were plundering from the villagers' homes rushed out one after another, and at least twenty or thirty Tartars surrounded the old Taoist for a moment.

When the young man saw this situation, he couldn't help but worry. Although the old Taoist had extraordinary abilities, he might not be able to compete with the few against the more.

Just when he was worried, he saw the old Taoist looking disdainful, and suddenly put the long sword into the scabbard behind him, waved his hands together, and saw dozens of black and white hidden weapons thrown out of his hands, like raining in the sky.

The next moment, the Tartars threw away their weapons and covered one eye and started to wail.

A Tartar seemed to be crazy and reached out to sniff, but he actually snatched his eyes full of blood. After a while, he seemed to throw something out of his eyes, throw it on the ground, and then fell straight to the ground without a sound. I don't know if it was because of the pain or that he died.

At this point, all these Tartars were knocked to the ground by the old Taoist.

The thing he deducted was a white chess piece, which was stained with blood at this time.

Seeing that there was no danger, the boy hurriedly ran into the village with a knife and looked at it from house to house: "Uncle Li... Aunt Wang... Ergouzi..."

He ran quickly to the small half of the village, but there was no one living.

The young man returned in a daze and said to the old Taoist: "Everything is dead...all dead..."

He said, and suddenly raised his long sword and slashed the Tartar closest to him with one knife. The Tartar was penetrated directly into his eyes by the old Taoist with a chess piece. Although he was not dead, the strength from the chess piece was poured into his mind. At this time, he was also twitching on the ground with a dizzy force. He was killed by the young man with a knife.

The old Taoist frowned, flew out and quickly walked around the village, and found that all the village had been killed by the Tartars, and no one left to live.

When the old Taoist came back, he saw that the boy had killed more than a dozen people in just a while, and immediately showed displeasure. It was not because he killed the Tartars, but because he realized that the boy was so cruel and inconsistent with his age. However, when he thought that the only one in the village was left, he said nothing.

When the boy reached the last man, the Tartars were a young man in his early twenties who could speak some Chinese words. At this time, he had already woken up and knelt on the ground with his eyes covering his face and begging for mercy:

"Give me aside... This is my first time out to grab food. Please spare me. My woman has just given birth to a child. I can't live without me. Please spare me. I will never dare again..."

The old Taoist's eyes fluctuated, as if he was sympathetic, but before he could speak, the young man had already stabbed into the other party's chest and directly took the other party's account.

The old Taoist said displeased: "You are young, why are you so cruel and ruthless? He has children in his family, how can he survive without him?"

The young man suddenly looked up: "You believe it when he said he would? Then can you guarantee that the Tartars will not kill me Han people in the future? Even if you can, who will compensate for the lives of the villagers in this village?"

The old Taoist felt a stern and said in his heart that he had actually told the Tartars the rules of the world. The boy in front of him was right. If he had felt compassion and let the Tartars go, it would be impossible to guarantee that he would not do such evil in the future. Then wouldn’t it be caused by the old Taoist’s benevolence today?

He looked at the boy for a while before nodding, "You guy is right. You are the kindness of an old Taoist woman. I wonder what your name is?"

"My name is Xin Han!"

The old Taoist asked again: "Has your parents been harmed by the Tartars?"

The boy shook his head and said, "My father was originally a chief officer in Shanhaiguan. Later, he died on the battlefield. My mother died of dysfunction when she gave birth to me. When I was five years old, my uncle's old injury relapsed. I grew up eating a hundred families!"

"So you are the loyal descendant!"

The old Taoist felt sad when he heard this. No wonder this young man was so murderous. He grew up eating a hundred families and was favored by his fellow villagers. Now that he saw his fellow villagers being killed, he felt so much hatred.

He sighed: "Then will you have a place to go in the future?"

"I have never left the village, and I don't know where I am going!" Xin Han shook his head, threw the long knife in his hand, and lowered his head in a little disappointed manner.
Chapter completed!