Blue sky, green grass, and warm wind.
A monk is walking happily on the deserted grassland.
He was carrying a book box on his back and holding a staff in his hand. The sunlight shone on his head, making it sparkle.
The withered cicada has arrived in the wasteland.
From the moment he set foot in the wilderness, he fell in love with this place.
This is a holy land, like a paradise on earth. It does not have the noise and vanity of Janggeum Castle, the capital of Fan State, nor the rows of buildings of Janggeum Castle.
It is so peaceful, even calmer than the master's face.
The flowers, the grass, and everything here seem to be bathed in the Buddha's light, emitting a sacred glow.
Master Quchen said he had a karmic connection in the Desolate Country (or, no, this place is now called the Chi Le Chuan Autonomous Region). He came to find this karmic connection, but he didn't have a map of the place. He walked and walked... The young monk Kuchan found himself lost.
The vast grassland seems to be the same in all directions. How can we get to Yuxiu City?
Ku Chan touched his hot head, chose a direction and walked straight ahead, thinking that if he kept walking like this, he would always meet someone.
It would be nice to meet someone, so I can know the direction of Yuxiu City.
He walked north like this, and it had been more than twenty days.
I didn’t meet anyone, nor did I see a city.
It’s like walking into the world of Sumeru.
It was not until today that he finally saw people, and not just one, but dozens of people riding on horseback.
Ku Chan was overjoyed and thought that these people were probably the herdsmen that his master had mentioned.
He ran over like the wind, carrying a book box on his back and a staff in his hand.
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Tuoba Sang is the nephew of Tuoba Xuefeng, the commander of the Second Army of Tiandao.
He survived the battle of Guoyun City. After the war, he found sixty remaining soldiers and gathered them around him.
"That little bastard Fu Xiaoguan, I'm going to take his head and skin him sooner or later!"
"But the situation is not favorable now. We should conserve our strength and seek brave men in the wilderness to strengthen our army. After we restore the former glory of the Heavenly Blade Army, I will lead you all in a decisive battle with Fu Xiaoguan!"
"Of course, the most important thing now is to survive!"
He led these sixty people through many twists and turns, all the way to the most remote Green Flag territory.
He was riding on a tall horse, and seeing the cattle and sheep everywhere, he suddenly laughed, raised his whip, and pointed at the village ahead, "That's the headquarters of the Heavenly Sword Army. Capture everyone in the village and make them slaves. If anyone resists... kill them without mercy!"
Before he finished speaking, the sixty cavalrymen had just launched a charge and had only rushed out two meters when a voice suddenly rang out from behind him: "Donor, please stay!"
Tuoba Sang was startled and turned around to see a little monk rushing towards him.
The sixty cavalrymen stopped their charging horses and turned their heads, just in time to see the bald head shining in the sunlight.
Who the hell is this?
"Little monk, you are courting death!"
Tuoba Sang drew his sword, turned around and shouted to his men, "Go to battle, and I will take care of this monk!"
Ku Chan was stunned. Is this grassland barbarian so cruel?
"Uncle, don't do anything. I just want to ask for directions!"
The remaining sixty riders turned their horses again, but before they could charge, they saw three riders galloping towards them.
"I am Kuchan, a disciple of the Patriarch of the Fan Kingdom Buddhist Sect. May I ask how I can get to Yuxiu City?"
Tuoba Sang frowned. Why did the monks from Fan State come to this place?
"What are you doing in Yuxiu City?"
"Looking for the young official Ding Anbofu."
"Friend or foe?"
"Of course we are friends."
"Look at the knife...!"
Tuoba Sang suddenly swung his long sword, and Ku Chan retreated three feet. Ah, this guy seems to be Fu Xiaoguan's enemy, so I will help him to be reborn.
The withered cicada soared into the sky, swung the tin staff in his hand, and smashed it towards Tuoba Sang on the head.
Peng Yuyan, along with her two sons Yu Dingshan and Yu Dinghe, rushed to the front of the sixty bandits with swords in hand. She took the lead and the sword swept through like a gust of wind, splashing a cloud of blood, and one of the bandits was cut in half by the sword.
The other bandits were shocked. How could this woman be so cruel?
"Brothers, kill her!"
Peng Yuyan's warhorse was still charging forward, and on her left and right were her two sons, Yu Dingshan and Yu Dinghe, with their eyes wide open, holding big swords in their hands. With a few swings of their swords, they knocked away two chopping swords and cut off two stabbing guns. They held their swords across their horses, without standing still, and continued to charge forward with Peng Yuyan.
Wherever the sword passed, two barbarians on each side were cut down from their horses.
"For cavalry, the most important thing is the momentum of the charge. You should charge forward without hesitation!"
Peng Yuyan stood up in the stirrups, holding the sword in both hands, and slashed forward fiercely. The barbarian in front of him was unable to dodge and was knocked off his horse by the sword. The sword's momentum did not stop, and it landed on the horse's back. The warhorse let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground with a thud. "As a general, you should lead the troops and your fighting spirit should be as high as the sky!"
As she spoke, she swung the sword in her hand. By the time she finished speaking, she had already killed the team of sixty people.
She quickly turned her horse around and pointed her sword, "War is cruel and ruthless. Remember, kindness does not lead to war!"
She squeezed the horse's belly and the warhorse charged forward again.
These barbarians are no match for Peng Yuyan and her two sons!
In half a cup of tea, sixty people... were wiped out.
Wanyan Kang and others who rushed over from the village stared in amazement. Wanyan Honglie, who came tremblingly, widened his old eyes even more - My God, who is this person that I took in!
She actually brought her two sons and killed all the bandits!
How long has it been?
This is a treasure!
With her and her two daughters in the tribe, the tribe will be worry-free... By the way, the men in the tribe must learn martial arts from her, and I will find an opportunity to invite her to be the tribe's martial arts coach later!
Peng Yuyan stopped his horse, frowning slightly, and watched the little monk beat the wild man.
Tuoba Sang was in despair.
I finally found sixty people, and they are soldiers from the Tiandao Army.
Are they fake Tiandao Army?
How come they were all chopped to pieces by that woman in just a moment?
Who the hell is this little monk?
What should I do if I can’t win?
There is a saying among the people of Yu: As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood!
run!
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Tuoba Sang made a feint with his sword, turned his horse around and ran away. Ku Chan was puzzled, why was he running away...ah, they had killed all sixty of them, but I haven't even dealt with this one yet.
shame!
He threw away the staff in his hand, clasped his hands together and chanted "Amitabha".
The staff hit Tuoba Sang on the back, knocking him off his horse and nailing him to the grass.
Ku Chan shook his head and walked over, took back the staff, wiped the blood off Tuoba Sang's body, and walked towards Peng Yuyan.
"Prajna Zen Staff, is the little monk a disciple of the sect master?"
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