The three people and one animal walked out of Huashan Mountain and onto the road. They saw the village houses in the distance, with smoke curling up from cooking stoves. Cows, horses, pigs and sheep could be seen everywhere in front and behind the houses. Farmers in coarse cloths walked in and out leisurely, giving off a peaceful atmosphere.
Jin Long couldn't help but said: "This belongs to the Xixia Kingdom, and the people can be so leisurely and comfortable. It would be great if the people of the Song Dynasty and Khitan could also be so leisurely and unexpected!"
Monk Chi Dian stuck out his tongue and said: "My good nephew has become so compassionate now and knows how to care about the sufferings of the people!"
Ren Jinlong suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Monk Chi Dian: "Crazy Monk, give me the stick, let's go back to Song Dynasty quickly. It's too slow to walk like this, we are at odds with the thunder thorn!"
Upon hearing this, Xiaolong took the golden stick diligently, put it on his shoulder, and said to Ren Jinlong: "Master, I will carry this stick!"
Ren Jinlong nodded, and then threw out the Wind and Thunder Thorn. The two-foot-long knife instantly turned into a ten-foot-long machete. Ren Jinlong gently pulled Monk Chidian and jumped onto the Wind and Thunder Thorn.
, but Xiaowu jumped on Xiaolong's back. Xiaolong shouted: "You're here to bully me again!" and also got on the Wind and Thunder Thorn.
The Wind and Thunder Thorn carried three people and one beast, and immediately galloped eastward, much faster than before. Monk Chidian grabbed Ren Jinlong's shoulder and shouted: "My good nephew, why is this Wind and Thunder Thorn so fast? I can't stand it.
La!"
Ren Jinlong said: "Crazy monk, you have got it right!"
But Xiaolong shouted: "Master, why don't you change the name of Wind and Thunder Thorn? Doesn't Grand Master want you to change the name?"
Ren Jinlong's heart moved, and he thought to himself: "What name should I change to?"
After flying eastward for more than half a day, the Wind and Thunder Thorn had left Xixia and penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Song Dynasty. Ren Jinlong looked down from time to time and saw that wherever he went, there were many people everywhere, the population was withered, and there were damaged houses and farmhouses everywhere. It was already afternoon.
, sporadic cavalry soldiers began to appear at their feet, but they were dressed in different colors. They seemed to be lone soldiers from the Song Dynasty and Khitan. After flying for a while, Monk Chi Dian closed his eyes and shouted: "Good boy."
Nephew, I’m about to go down, I can’t stand it anymore, I’m shaking so much!”
Ren Jinlong looked back and saw that his face was pale, his limbs were shaking, and he looked panicked and embarrassed. He shook his head helplessly, then slowed down and stopped slowly.
The three people and one beast jumped off the Wind and Thunder Thorn and looked in front of them. They saw that this was a small village with ruins and broken walls everywhere. At the entrance of the village, a group of Khitan soldiers were escorting dozens of people out of the village.
The soldiers were carrying chickens and ducks in their hands and rice bags on their shoulders. They were like fierce gods, punching, kicking and shouting at the dozens of villagers. When Ren Jinlong saw this, he frowned and thought: Why are there Khitans everywhere?
Soldiers? Why is the Song Dynasty so chaotic now? Where are the defenders? Why do they let their own people suffer such torture?
At this time, a child's cry suddenly came from the villagers: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Ren Jinlong looked closely and saw a boy about ten years old hurriedly helping a woman who fell to the ground. The woman's hair was messy, her face was stained with mud, her face was sad, and she was crying and trying to get up from the ground.
At this moment, a Khitan soldier suddenly came over, kicked the boy over with his leg, pointed at the woman and cursed: "Damn Nanman, don't pretend to be dead here, get up quickly!"
The woman said tremblingly: "Master Jun, I haven't eaten for three days. I'm hungry and I really can't walk!"
The soldier kicked the woman out of the air, rolled her over, and cursed, "You still want to eat? My prince has run out of food!"
At this time, the boy rushed over, bumped the soldier's butt, and shouted: "Asshole, how dare you kick my mother!"
The soldier was unprepared and was knocked staggered by the boy. He almost fell down. He turned around and glared at the boy, raised his hand and slapped the boy hard on the face. The woman turned pale with fright and hugged him.
The boy stopped and begged the soldier: "Master, the child is ignorant, please don't be angry!"
The soldier shouted: "Fart, you little kid dares to hit me, you are so tired of living!" He pulled out his machete with a scraping sound on the ground.
But the little boy was not afraid and said loudly: "Mom, we won't beg him! These guys burn our houses and rob our food. I want to hit him to death!"
The soldier became even more angry when he heard this, pointed at the boy and shouted: "Little bastard, what did you say? I'll kill you!"
The woman was horrified and immediately shouted: "Master, please spare my life!"
The boy rushed to the woman, protected her tightly with his arms, and said loudly: "You Khitan dogs, sooner or later, our army from the Song Dynasty will come to deal with you!"
As soon as he said this, the soldier's face turned red with anger, and the other Khitan soldiers were also furious and pulled out the scimitars from their waists. Monk Chidian looked at this, shook his head and said: "This kid has some backbone.
It's a pity that he will be killed by these soldiers. My dear nephew, don't you plan to save him?"
Before he finished speaking, Ren Jinlong was seen flying over. His movement was as fast as lightning. As if his feet moved, he was already close. The soldier's eyes were on fire, he raised his scimitar and slashed at the little boy with a roar.
The woman was so frightened that she closed her eyes and thought to herself: Poor my child!
Unexpectedly, the sword did not fall. Ren Jinlong relaxed his arms and clasped the soldier's wrist. Although he did not exert any force at all, the soldier could no longer bear it and kept shouting: "Oh, oh! My hand!"
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Ren Jinlong took his scimitar with a smooth stroke, threw it aside with his backhand, looked at the soldier indifferently, and said: "You don't go to fight the Song army, but you bully the people here! Is this what Khitan warriors should do?
What?"
The soldier rubbed his swollen wrist and looked at Ren Jinlong in surprise. The soldiers behind him also came over and looked at Ren Jinlong. They pulled out their scimitars and glared angrily. The little boy saved the day and looked in front of him with wide eyes in curiosity.
Ren Jinlong said again: "Looking at your clothes, you should be the subordinates of Xiao Dalin, the king of Lanling County. Where is Xiao Dalin?"
The soldier who had been robbed of his machete saw his golden helmet and armor and his extraordinary bearing. He couldn't help but said blankly: "Who are you?"
Ren Jinlong said: "You don't have to worry about who I am? Tell me, where is Xiao Dalin now?"
The soldier shouted: "Nanman, you are so brave. You dare to go against us alone? Aren't you afraid of death?"
At this time, I saw a fat figure suddenly flashing next to him, stretched out his hand and slapped him hard, and said unscrupulously: "Who said he is alone? Isn't there still my old man?" It was the Chi Dian monk.
I couldn't help but take action first.
The soldier was beaten so hard that he screamed and fell two feet away. He spat out a mouthful of blood and stood up holding his cheek. Upon seeing this, the other Khitan soldiers immediately exploded, each holding a scimitar and rushing over to start a fight.
The crazy monk.
Ren Jinlong's eyebrows stood up and he shouted loudly: "Stop it!"
The sound was like thunder, ringing above the heads of the soldiers. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and someone shouted in Khitan: "Don't be intimidated by him, let's attack him together!"
The soldiers were furious and started slashing at Ren Jinlong with their scimitars. When Monk Chidian saw this formation, he hurriedly backed away and shouted: "Good nephew, these guys are too fierce, you have to be careful.
!I’ll take a rest first!”
Ren Jinlong smiled faintly, raised his eyes and glanced at the surging Khitan soldiers. Suddenly his face darkened, and he opened his arms to greet them. At this moment, the breath flowing all over his body, the phoenix wings, dragon scales and golden helmet were radiating with brilliance, which was extremely beautiful. He rushed into the crowd.
There was a burst of random throwing, knocking dozens of soldiers to the ground in an instant, and the sound of ### could not be heard. Ren Jinlong retracted his hands, but his body slowly floated up into the air, looking down at these soldiers,
He said solemnly: "Put down the grain, chickens and ducks you grabbed, and get out of here!"
The soldiers got up from the ground in panic, not caring about the rice bags, chickens and ducks scattered on the ground, and fled eastward one after another. Upon seeing this, the captured villagers immediately rushed forward and robbed the food, chickens and ducks.
He ran away completely. When Ren Jinlong saw this scene, he couldn't help but shook his head secretly.
The soldier who had been slapped by the Chidian monk earlier walked slowly behind, with a look of resentment in his eyes. When he passed by the mother and son, he actually raised his leg and kicked the boy away again. Then he raised his knife and slashed straight away.
On the woman's neck. The woman's eyes suddenly widened. She just let out a cry and fell to the ground. Blood rolled out, and she saw that she could not survive.
The boy was stunned for a moment, then suddenly screamed and ran to the woman to help her up. He saw the knife edge on her neck cracked deeply and blood gushing out like a fountain. He couldn't help but burst into tears and shouted: "Mom, how are you?
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The soldier chopped the woman down with a knife, and then ran away. He was afraid that he would be caught by Ren Jinlong if he escaped too slowly, and he had to surrender his life. Before he could run a few steps, Ren Jinlong was already on his side.
In front of him, his face was ashen, and he grabbed his throat. The soldier suddenly became weak, his face turned red, and he said in a trembling voice: "Hero, spare your life, hero, spare your life!"
Ren Jinlong said angrily: "Shall I spare your life? Why don't you spare that woman's life? There are no Khitan people who are as cruel and ruthless as you!"
The soldier hurriedly shouted: "I am not a Khitan, I am a Han, I just serve the Khitan!"
Ren Jinlong's eyes changed and he couldn't help but sneered: "Even if you are a Han Chinese, you should not do this murder! Do you think I will spare you?"
Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, the soldier knew that what he had just done was indeed too reckless. It seemed that his life could not be saved today. Ren Jinlong said again: "Go to hell!"
Just as he was about to pinch with all his strength, the boy next to him suddenly shouted loudly: "Brother, stop!"
Ren Jinlong was stunned and turned to look at the boy: "What are you going to do? Don't you want me to kill him?"
The little boy put down the woman's body, wiped his tears and said, "Brother, thank you for saving me just now! This Khitan dog killed my mother. I will kill him with my own hands to avenge my mother!" He bent down and picked it up.
When the scimitar came, he held it in both hands, bit his lips, and walked to the soldier.
Ren Jinlong understood immediately and saw that the little boy was so brave and brave, so he couldn't help but look at him carefully. The little boy held a knife in both hands and said viciously to the soldier: "Khitan dog, you killed my mother, I want to avenge her!"
"Without any hesitation, the scimitar suddenly advanced forward and penetrated the soldier's chest in one go.
Although the soldier wanted to escape, his throat was pinched by Ren Jinlong and he could not move at all. Seeing the scimitar piercing his body, he growled in his throat, his eyes widened like cow eggs, and his body could not help but slide down softly.
Jin Long let go of his hand and fell to the ground with a plop. His limbs twitched for a while and then became silent.
The little boy's face was spattered with blood. He wiped it with his sleeve and said to Ren Jinlong: "Brother, thank you for saving my life and helping me kill this Khitan dog!"