Chapter 100 Killing Yelu

Feng Yi walked all night, thinking about martial arts all the way. He now possessed the Divine Light Skill, Blood Sword Scripture, Nine Yin Manual, Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, and several other unique skills of Huang Yaoshi. His martial arts collection was unmatched.

However, to increase strength, one does not need to know a lot of martial arts, especially the many mysteries of internal strength, which are actually the same in different ways. Fortunately, his current idea for these well-known martial arts is just to collect them.

As for Huang Yaoshi, what Guo Jing said about wanting to find a new way, to bring forth something new, and to break the natural law of birth, aging, sickness and death was just bragging.

This was to set the tone for the future, and also to let Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing understand why they were so young and had such high martial arts skills, yet they were willing to use any means necessary to seize martial arts.

As for his ideas, if he really wants to put them into practice, on the one hand, he doesn't have the time to think about them now.

Another reason is that every unique skill is created by masters standing on the shoulders of giants, after countless hardships and refinements. If you want to change even one word, it may not be possible, let alone overnight.

He was just picking out the useful ones and strengthening some aspects. For example, the "Finger Magic" could further enhance his finger strength, and the boxing and sword theories in the Nine Yin Manual could also be used to verify what he had learned.

But Huang Yaoshi, Guo Jing and others could not help but believe the boasting that came out of his mouth.

After all, Feng Yi is only 20 years old. Even Guo Jing, who has encountered many adventures, cannot compare to his martial arts skills. Who can deny this? Feng Yi relies on the system and has experienced a world of training, but others only think that he has practiced hard. He is also unknown in the martial arts world, so the martial arts skills and combat qualities he has shown are, in everyone's eyes, a martial arts genius that is rare in a thousand years.

It is normal to have the courage to do what others cannot do.

If the two Wu brothers told Guo Jing what Feng Yi said, Guo Jing would definitely think that they were crazy. Huang Yaoshi would think that you took me for a fool and would definitely slap them in the face.

This is the same thing, the same sentence, it depends on who does it or says it.

Feng Yi knew this very well, and it was just a fig leaf for him to cover up his despicable deeds!

A person may not care about praise or criticism, but he or she still has to save some face for others.

These are two different things.

Because humans are social animals after all.

Just like Yang Guo marrying his master, they don’t have to care, it’s their own business. However, when it comes to others, there are many things that cannot be avoided.

So in the original plot, Yang Guo found Xiaolongnu and had to live in seclusion.

Because the people of the Song Dynasty attached great importance to etiquette, the relationship between teachers and students was treated the same as that between the ruler and his subjects, and between father and son, and must not be violated under any circumstances.

The so-called "Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues" are that the ruler is the bond for the ministers, the father is the bond for the sons, and the husband is the bond for the wife. The teacher is the father, so the two words "master" are used together. The combination of master and apprentice is equivalent to incest between father and daughter, or mother and son. The bad influence of such a thing is something that one dare not even think about.

Even though Yang Guo later became the hero of The Divine Condor Heroes, if he had continued to travel the world with Xiaolongnu and become famous, there would always be people who would not tolerate him and would still drown him with gossip behind his back.

Therefore, seclusion is their best destination.

Feng Yi threatened to strip Master Jinlun naked for people to admire and snatch the martial arts secrets. If he didn't have a reason to break the sky, this behavior would be as bad as Yang Guo marrying his master.

Feng Yi has done his job and achieved his goal. It is understandable that he brags a little and stands on the commanding heights of contributing to the development of martial arts to reduce the impact of his own low quality.

Feng Yi walked until daybreak, bought a Shanxi donkey in a town, and rode it north again, preparing to meet Hong Lingbo at Zhulin Pass before discussing other things.

Along the way, we saw refugees pouring southward like a tide. Most of them were the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and there were also people who fell down due to hunger on the road.

Even though he had foreseen this kind of situation, he still felt uneasy, thinking to himself that he had been much stronger in this aspect in his previous life.

He immediately pulled out a pot of wine and took a big gulp. Suddenly, he felt the ground shaking slightly and there was a faint sound of muffled thunder in the northern sky.

Feng Yi looked far away and saw smoke and dust rising up, condensing into long gray lines, which turned from thin to thick and rolled towards him. In the distance, he saw a group of Mongolian troops, with ceremonial guards and brave soldiers, and a great momentum.

At that time, the Jin Dynasty had been destroyed, and the land north of the Huai River belonged to Mongolia. Feng Yi naturally did not take these officers and soldiers seriously, but he wanted to meet up with Hong Lingbo first, and did not want to cause any more trouble, so he hid on the side of the road.

I saw iron hooves raising dust, and among a group of soldiers was an official in his thirties, wearing a brocade robe. He had a fierce face, a bow and arrow hanging from his waist, and looked very imposing. I guess he held a high position.

Feng Yi didn't want to cause trouble, but when he saw the Mongolian official, a flash of cold lightning flashed in his eyes, and he flew into the air, whirring and slashing four times in the air with the "Splitting Air Palm" taught by Huang Yaoshi.

All masters can do the Splitting Air Palm. However, Huang Yaoshi's Splitting Air Palm is not the same as Ouyang Feng, Hong Qigong and others. It is as famous as the "Toad Skill", "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing", "One Yang Finger" and "Xiantian Skill", which shows its power.

In a word, the palm force can hurt people from a distance, and the strength is the same as that of a real palm, condensed but not dispersed.

There were four loud bangs. Before the Mongolian soldiers could understand what was happening, the four leading men were beaten by the palm force, breaking their bones and tendons. They flew several feet away and knocked the others behind them off their horses.

This happened so suddenly that within a split second, the common people and soldiers on the road cried out in surprise. The common people stood there in a daze, and the Mongolian army immediately formed a battle line to meet the enemy.

Feng Yi did not delay either. He displayed his skills and landed on a horse as lightly as if he was walking on clouds. A Mongolian soldier drew his sword and chopped at him fiercely.

Feng Yi stretched out his left hand, twisted his wrist with a "crack", and kicked him off the horse. However, the man was an excellent rider and hooked his feet on the stirrup, but the horse did not stop and continued to gallop.

The Mongolian soldier screamed and was dragged away.

Feng Yi caught the opponent's knife with ease, and in an instant, he seemed to be back to the days when he killed Mongolian soldiers with a bloody knife.

"Hey!" Two scimitars and two long spears came rushing over with a fierce wind.

Feng Yi had already mastered the Blood Sword Sutra, and he used the boxing and sword techniques in the Nine Yin Scriptures to verify each other. When he got this Mongolian sword in his hand, Feng Yi felt that he was the sword and the sword was him, as if they were one.

He just casually drew a circle from left to right. There was a clanging sound, and the four Mongolian soldiers couldn't help but groan, their swords and spears flew, and Feng Yi's sword flashed, and the four fell off their horses.

Suddenly, there were continuous "whoosh" sounds, and several feather arrows suddenly shot towards Feng Yi.

Feng Yi swung his sword to block it, and was about to attack again when he heard a loud shout: "Stop!"

Feng Yi saw a Mongolian official urging his horse forward, with more than twenty Mongolian soldiers behind him drawing their bows and arrows, all aiming at him.

The Mongolian official shouted, "Who are you? Don't you want your head?" He spoke in a clear and loud voice, actually in Chinese.

Feng Yi laughed and said, "If the official wants my head, I'm afraid he can't do it just by relying on his power, right?"

The official was slightly stunned, as if he had not expected that there would be such a person in the world who would not care about his life.

But seeing Feng Yi's cold words, as if he didn't take him seriously at all, he could not help but get angry: "Hmph, you don't know how to live or die!" Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, the arrows in the hands of the soldiers were shot out.

However, Feng Yi swung his sword to block the arrow and rushed in. But after hearing a few whooshing sounds, the soldiers drew their bows and shot arrows extremely quickly. The sky was filled with rain of arrows, pressing towards Feng Yi like a tide.

However, Feng Yi only needed to block one round of arrowheads. By the time they put their second round of arrows on the target, he had already flown into the enemy formation. The official saw that his own men would be injured if he fired arrows, so he gave an order: "Kill!"

The Mongolian soldiers immediately rushed forward with spears and swords.

The Mongols admired brave warriors and were fearless of death. They had a tight battle formation and were able to advance and retreat in an orderly manner. The officers and soldiers thrust their spears and attacked in unison, which was truly formidable.

However, Feng Yi's knife was waving here and there, aiming at vital points. Wherever the knife went, bodies fell one after another, and screams were heard one after another, which was very miserable.

Soon, the formation of a hundred people was torn to pieces by Feng Yi, with most of them killed or injured. Feng Yi shouted "Hey" sharply, like a thunder exploding in the plain. All the soldiers were stunned. Feng Yi jumped up and pounced on the Mongolian officials.

The official thought to himself: "This man is very skilled in martial arts, but you underestimate me if you want to deal with me!"

With a "swish" sound, he swung the knife towards Feng Yi's head.

Feng Yi saw that his moves were powerful and his sword skills were sharp, as if he had been taught by a famous teacher.

It happened in a flash. Feng Yi swung his sword and with a clang, the official's mouth was bleeding and the sword fell out of his hand. But he suddenly flew up, stretched out his arms, and grabbed Feng Yi's wrist and neck with his fingers like eagle claws. It was his fierce "Powerful Eagle Claw" skill.

Feng Yi smiled slightly: "We still have a few tricks up our sleeves!" He pressed his left hand on his shoulder, and using the force, he moved past like a ghost. The two Mongolian cavalrymen were chopped into four pieces by Feng Yi's right hand knife, and their bodies twisted in pain on the ground.

The official was also shaken by the blow. He turned over and just as his feet touched the ground, he felt a sweetness in his throat and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Even so, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

But the Mongolian official looked pale and looked at Feng Yi in disbelief.

When he was young, he had been taught by a famous master of the Eagle Claw Sect, and he was proud of his martial arts skills, but when he fought with Feng Yi, he was defeated in one move. Moreover, Feng Yi's sword flashed fiercely, and while he was thinking, he was killed by five more people.

As the saying goes, "Capture the leader first." However, Feng Yi did the opposite.

Because he wanted to leave no one alive, he did not use his full strength against the officials, lest once the leader died, the others would be frightened and flee, which would make it difficult to kill them. Therefore, the most fierce moves were all used on the soldiers.

"My lord, hurry up!"

Two personal soldiers carried the official, and suddenly saw a figure flashing, and two screams were heard. The throats of two of their men had been cut by Feng Yi.

This official was not incompetent. He had seen Feng Yi's intention, but he could only watch the gleaming long sword, which was full of murderous intent, covering his soldiers. He hurriedly shouted again: "Hero, stop!"

At this time, half of the Mongolian soldiers were dead, and Feng Yi was in a killing mood. He didn't care about him at all. He slashed three times with his sword in an instant, and three more people were killed.

The official shouted again: "Your Excellency may let me wait until I die to understand the truth."

Feng Yi smiled sinisterly, and drew his sword like a dragon. The blade light flickered unsteadily, and wherever it passed, people were either killed or injured. Blood and flesh flew everywhere. It was really like a Shura slaughterhouse.

The official was terrified and his face turned pale, but he could do nothing. He shouted, "Your humble servant Yelu Zhu, before I die, may I ask for your name, hero?"

Feng Yi was a little surprised when he heard the name, but he didn't care. He just waited to kill all the Mongols, and then he flashed to Yelu Zhu's side.

Yelu Zhu saw the sword lights falling from the sky, his heart rose to his throat, and he thought he was going to die, but he felt the white light pause, and suddenly he felt a chill on his neck.

Feng Yi retracted his sword strength, fixed his eyes on Yelu Zhu, tilted his mouth slightly, as if smiling, and said: "Are you Khitan?"

Yelu Zhu said, "I am a Khitan." When he saw the corpses scattered all over the ground, he thought that these were his personal soldiers who had followed him through thick and thin. He couldn't help but shed tears and said, "I don't know how I have offended a hero. I am really foolish."

But seeing Feng Yi didn't answer, he asked, "Why doesn't the hero speak?"

"Why?" Feng Yi pointed at the tip of his nose in surprise and asked, "Are you asking me?"

Yelu Zhu swept the corpses on the ground, his heart was set, and he wiped his tears and said, "What I admire most in my life is heroes. It's a pity that I have never seen a truly capable person. Today I am able to meet a great man, which really fulfills my lifelong wish. You can kill or chop up the hero, it's all up to you!"

These few words not only elevated one's own status without losing dignity, but also greatly praised the other party.

Feng Yi knew that officials, regardless of their abilities, had to learn how to flatter their superiors. The more proficient they were in being an official, the less obvious their flattery would be. He sneered and said, "Have some shame? It's okay for you to say this to a young boy.

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Give me this person who specializes in killing officials, so I'd better spare him!"

Yelu Zhu was stunned, his eyes suddenly fell on the Burmese knife on Feng Yi's waist, and then he carefully looked at Feng Yi's appearance, his expression changed, and suddenly he cried out "Ah!" and fell to the ground and said in a trembling voice: "I have heard of your great name for a long time, but I am blind and don't recognize your face, please don't blame me!"

Yelu Zhu was the son of Yelu Chucai, the great prime minister of Mongolia. Yelu Chucai assisted Genghis Khan and Ogedei in pacifying the four directions and made outstanding contributions, but he and the queen who was in power at that time had different political views.

Feng Yi also killed a large number of Mongolian officials, so Yelu Zhu was sent to Shangzhou, which connected Hubei, Shaanxi and Henan, as the governor at a young age. It was a very high official position!

Naturally, he had also heard that there was an expert who specialized in killing officials on the road to Shaanxi, but he did not expect to encounter him on the way to take office.

Feng Yi chuckled and said, "You don't have to flatter me. It's your fault that you met me, Feng Yi, today."

As he spoke, he slashed with the knife in his hand, leaving a line of blood on Yelu Zhu's neck. His eyes revealed a trace of loneliness and unwillingness, and he fell to the ground.

His eyes were open, and he never thought that he would die like this.

Because he had already given his name.

His father was the prime minister who made great contributions to Mongolia!

Feng Yi didn't know who Yelu Zhu was, but he knew that killing the Yelu family was the right thing to do! Yelu was the surname of the Khitan people. When the Khitan people were in power, they were enemies of the Han people. They were the same when they surrendered to the Jin Dynasty and the Mongolian Dynasty. They should be killed!

Feng Yifei got on his little donkey, squeezed his legs together, and went.

A whirlwind blew by, and some people who were watching in the nearby woods were blown to pieces by the wind. They heard that the young man who committed the murder was called Feng Yi.

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Time flies, and it is March again. Feng Yi was tortured by the Mongols for wanting to kill officials and Yelu Zhu, and he had no fixed place to move around. Most of the time, he stayed in one place for dozens of days, or faced being hunted down.

Feng Yi didn't care about this. He deliberately mentioned the name because he didn't want to implicate those ordinary people.

So that the Mongols would know who to take revenge on. If he just killed them all and left without leaving anything behind, it would be estimated that none of the people would survive.

However, this meant that he had missed the time to meet up with Hong Lingbo at Zhulin Pass. Fortunately, Hong Lingbo's martial arts skills were good enough for him to make his way in the martial arts world, so he was not worried.

So Feng Yi arrived at Jingzhao. It took him several months to travel such a short distance. It was already winter and the weather was extremely cold.

Feng Yi saw that it was getting dark and his stomach was rumbling with hunger. He arrived at a town, walked into an inn, took out a tael of silver, asked for a room upstairs, and stayed there.

After washing up, he went to the hall to eat. He didn't care about the few people there.

But nowadays, supplies are scarce, and the shop owner tried his best to negotiate, but he could only provide a large bowl of spicy noodles and a pot of village wine.

The food was too crude. Feng Yi ate a few bites in a hurry and then put down his chopsticks. He had no appetite. Thinking that without Hong Lingbo, it would be a lot less fun. At least it was very nice to grill game with her. He couldn't help but shook his head.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer, and the waiter outside the door shouted. Feng Yi glanced and saw a woman in white walking in.

The woman had an oval face and was quite pretty. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old. Although she was good-looking, she had a slight limp in her left leg.

The woman took only two steps, then suddenly glanced at a table in the corner and shouted, "What are you looking at?"

Feng Yi became curious and looked over, and saw her talking to two gray-robed Taoists in the corner.

The two Taoists were both about 26 or 27 years old, and their robes were from the Quanzhen Sect. Feng Yi held the wine glass in his hand, neither sipping nor putting it down, just watching the fun.

A Taoist with thick eyebrows stood up and said, "You are so arrogant, girl!"

Another Taoist, with a big mouth and hoarse voice, said in a rough voice: "See what's wrong with you?"

The woman sneered: "Then don't blame the girl!" With a swish, she pulled out a thin and thin scimitar from her waist, which looked like a crescent moon, with dazzling silver light, and rushed straight towards the two.

Even though she was lame and had difficulty jumping, she was still limping with the sword flashing. The two Taoists were stunned. They didn't expect there was such a ruthless woman in the world. They just took a look at the woman's lame foot and didn't say anything, but she drew her sword?

The two men quickly drew their heads back, but the girl's knife was still powerful enough that her wrist trembled slightly, and she turned in mid-air, finally slashing the Taoist with thick eyebrows' left ear, causing blood to spurt out immediately.

This move was extremely fantastic, with an incredible and unpredictable landing point. Feng Yi saw at a glance that this was a typical move of the Ancient Tomb School martial arts, and thought to himself: "This must be Lu Wushuang!"

The two Taoists were shocked and angry. The Taoist whose ear was cut off felt extreme pain in his bones and screamed in agony.

Another Taoist with thick eyebrows shouted, "How dare you, little girl!" He was so angry that he shook, and with a "whoosh" he drew out a long sword and pounced at the woman viciously.

The woman saw it clearly, and dodged the sword. She shook her hands and chopped three times with the sword. The Taoist retreated three steps. The woman suddenly kicked him under her skirt and hit him in the knee. The Taoist fell to the ground immediately.

How ruthless was the girl, how could she let go of such a good opportunity? She slashed at the man's forehead with a knife, and with a "swish", she cut off the man's left ear.

The other Taoist priest had recovered from the pain by this time, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted, "Today either you die or I die!" He drew his sword and rushed forward as well.

This was at the foot of Chongyang Palace. The two Taoists originally did not dare to cause trouble, but seeing how cruel the woman was, they did not care about fighting two against one.

A flush rushed to the girl's cheeks and she sneered, "You stinky cow nose, you deserve it!" The knife in her hand flew left and right, up and down. The Taoist tried his best, but he could not get the upper hand.

Two streams of blood gushed out, and he was unable to defeat the enemy, so he had to cover his ears and rush out.

The girl took a deep breath, the blush on her face slowly faded away, and she said casually: "Don't overestimate your own abilities!"

He glanced at everyone, put the knife on his waist, went to a table and sat down, saying: "Hey, bring a pot of tea first!"

The waiter had already lost his mind and turned pale when he saw her skills. After hearing this, he went to serve her tea.

The girl sat there, breathing heavily.

Feng Yi never thought that this woman would be so arrogant. He had also been lame before, and he thought he was arrogant and domineering enough, but he had never cut off the ears of someone who looked at his lame leg! He changed his mind and stared at the woman, but the girl turned her head and looked at him coldly.

Feng Yi met her eyes, and the woman said coldly: "What are you looking at?"

Feng Yi was completely puzzled. Where did this woman get the confidence from? It was as if everyone in the world was her enemy. He said calmly, "See what's wrong with you?"

The woman stood up suddenly. At this time, the waiter just brought the tea. The woman went back to her desk and snorted, "You are so lucky."

Feng Yi couldn't help but be speechless. He had only learned some mediocre Kung Fu, and was not as good as Hong Lingbo, or even the likes of Da Wu, Xiao Wu, and Guo Fu. Yet, he was so arrogant. However, he was too lazy to pay attention to such an ignorant person.

Someone will teach her how to behave in the future! Suddenly, a loud shout was heard: "Master, it's right here!"

Three Taoists came into the store.

Two of them were the ones who had their ears cut off just now, and their cheeks were wrapped in bandages. The other one was about forty years old and very short.

The Taoist glanced at the crowd, then looked at the girl and said, "I am Shen Zhifan, a disciple of the Quanzhen sect. Girl, who is your master?"

The woman ignored them all, and looked at the three men with cold eyes, as if she was nothing.

Shen Zhifan said: "Miss, you hurt my disciples for no reason, you have to give an explanation!"

The woman raised the knife in her hand and said, "If you want to know the truth, you have to defeat my Silver Fox Knife!"

The blade passed through the air, making a buzzing sound.

(End of this chapter)