Above the Han River, two boats, one big and one small, broke through the waves. The small boat in front was chased by the big boat behind, and two white traces of breaking waves were left on the surface of the river.

Four monks stood on the ship behind, seven or eight other Mongolian military officers, all of whom were picking up the boat boards and yelling the water.

The monk in charge said, "That man, stop the boat quickly and hand over the child obediently, and the Buddha will spare your life, otherwise you will not be ruthless." The voice slowly floated out, the wind on the river was strong, but every word was clear in your ears. This internal force was really impressive.

A man with a beard was sitting on the boat in front of the boat, holding his fouls in his hand, and was very anxious to hold the boat. He had a very strong leap, and he rushed about a foot whenever he rowed the boat. Although he had tried his best, the boat behind him was crowded with people and gradually caught up.

There were two children in the cabin of the boat. The boy was only eleven or 2 years old, and the girl was about nine or ten years old. Both had beautiful eyebrows, clear bones, extremely lively eyes, and five or six points of similarity between the eyebrows and eyes. At first glance, they were good people who practice martial arts.

"Sister, don't worry, Brother Chang is here. Brother Chang is so skilled in martial arts. What are you afraid of when facing a few Tartars?" Although the boy tried his best to calm down, a hint of nervousness could not help but appear in his eyes.

"Brother, I'm not afraid. I just miss my second brother a little. I don't know how my second brother is?" said the little girl.

"Born, Zhiruo, be careful to get up! The Tartars are following you." The bearded man roared.

The two ships gradually approached. When the ship behind approached the front ship with an arrow, the military officers bent their bows and arrows and shot at the Han Dynasty. Seven or eight arrows broke through the air and roared towards the vital points of the Han Dynasty.

The man rowed the boat with his left hand and picked up the oar with his right hand, swept down seven or eight arrows one by one, and was extremely agile. Seeing that the wave of arrows failed to achieve success, the military officer issued an order: "Shoot into the cabin, regardless of life or death."

A few whizzing sounds, the arrows penetrated the cabin and greeted everyone in the cabin. A boatman in the cabin screamed bitterly, and then he fell to the ground and died.

Seeing the boatman die, the two children were bleeding all over the floor, curled up in the corner, trembling, and heard the boy say, "Sister, you have to remember, if we can escape this time, you are not my sister, nor Zhou Ziwang's daughter, have you remembered it?"

It turned out that the boy's name was Zhou Tiansheng, and the girl was Zhou Zhiruo. She was a brother-sister of sons and sisters. She also had a second brother named Zhou Disheng. Her father was Zhou Ziwang, an anti-Yuan righteous man in Jiangxi. In June of the fourth year of Zhizheng, Zhou Ziwang followed his senior brother Peng Yingyu (historical records are Zhou Ziwang followed Peng Yingyu. Jin Yong's book says that Zhou Ziwang was Peng Yingyu's junior brother, so Peng Yingyu took the disciples in this article) gathered 5,000 people to revolt. Shortly after the uprising, Zhou Ziwang's troops were immediately suppressed by Yuanzhou Lu Yuan soldiers. Zhou Ziwang was captured and killed, and the whole family was implicated. The two sons were Tiansheng, and Disheng was also hunted down. The big man escorted the three brothers and sisters from Xinyang to escort the three brothers and sisters south. On the way, they were intercepted by Yuan soldiers. Zhou Disheng was separated. The big man was also severely injured, and the two children were still intact.

Zhou Zhiruo was so scared that she burst into tears. She didn't know if she heard what her brother said clearly, so she kept nodding.

Suddenly, a feather arrow penetrated the cabin and flew towards Zhou Zhiruo. The boy Zhou Tiansheng threw Zhou Zhiruo to the ground without thinking. The arrow streaked across his scalp by a slight difference, nailed it to the board, and his tail feathers trembled.

The two children were glad that they escaped, and another feather arrow had penetrated the cabin and penetrated deeply into Zhou Tiansheng's back. Zhou Tiansheng let out a scream and lay on Zhou Zhiruo without moving.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't know what happened, but she felt warm in her brother's arms, and she was no longer afraid. When she heard the scream, her heart trembled and her tears couldn't stop.

The bearded man heard Zhou Tiansheng's scream and was lost. When he turned around and looked, he was hit by arrows on his shoulders and back. He felt a sharp pain in his hand. The wooden oar could not control it and fell into the middle of the river. The boat stopped moving immediately. The big ship behind him caught up with him instantly, and seven or eight Mongolian military officers and monks jumped onto the boat. The bearded man refused to surrender, shouted his feet and tried his best to resist.

"Stop the Tartars, don't hurt people!" A loud shout from afar, and a white-haired Taoist man fluttered from a small boat in the distance. He gently tapped the water surface under his feet, but only flashed a few times, and landed on the boat over eight or nine feet. The old man had silver hair, tall, rosy face, and a gentle look. He was wearing a green Taoist robe, and was as graceful as an immortal.

"Swoosh" and "Swoosh" two more cold arrows were called to the old man. The old Taoist brushed his sleeves gently, and rolled up two arrows and shot them backwards, shooting the two Mongolian military officers who were shooting the arrow to death.

"Dog Tartar! I'm going to commit evil again and harm good people. If I see him, I don't have to go back!" The old Taoist's body flashed and went to the four monks. The four monks were shocked and attacked the old Taoist. The old Taoist's feet did not move, and the left and right palms should be directed at the two monks. When I took the palm, I hooked my hands. The two monks felt an unpredictable force attacking, and their bodies were being knocked away like two monks. Before the other two monks could react, they felt a terrible wind rushing to the face. Before they could dodge, they suddenly bumped into them. As soon as they hit the four people, they collapsed softly to the ground. When they saw that they had blood bleeded in seven orifices.

This time, the old Taoist immediately killed four people, and the Mongolian military officers were so scared that they were so scared that they flew out of the sky. The man took advantage of this gap and turned to the cabin. Seeing an arrow deep on Zhou Tiansheng's back, he was very anxious and picked him up gently, snoring, and he was dead. Zhou Zhiruo had just come back to his senses. Seeing his brother being severely injured, his eyes turned red, and he asked tremblingly: "Brother Chang, what's wrong with brother?"

The man comforted, "A breath is still there, and he is saved." Then he reminded him again, "Zhiruo, kneel down next to the dead fisherman and cry."

The little girl didn't understand why, but at this moment she was in a state of silence, and she heard the man kneeling next to the dead fisherman. When she thought of her seriously injured brother, she cried.

Outside the bed cabin, the military officer in charge was fierce and weak, and said, "Old Taoist priest, what are you doing?" He pointed to the man and said, "Do you know who this person is? He is the remnant of the Yuanzhou Demon Sect's rebels, and the wanted criminal in the world."

The old Taoist priest was shocked and couldn't help but wonder: "Yuanzhou Demon Sect? Is it Zhou Ziwang's subordinate? If I had known that he was a figure in the Demon Sect, it would have been fine if I didn't care about this little thing. But since I had reached out, I could not get out halfway. Besides, the Mongolian Tartars were completely conscientious and slaughtered many people in our Central Plains. If they were killed, they would be no big deal." Thinking of this, the face darkened, and they didn't answer. They lightly lowered their feet, and flashed their bodies, and then attacked the remaining Mongolian military officers.

Among the Mongolians, the four monks had the highest martial arts skills, but they were killed in one move against such an unpredictable and profound martial arts as the old Taoist. Although the martial arts skills of several Mongolian military officers were not weaker than ordinary people, how could they be the power of the old Taoist's attack? In just a moment, they were hit by the old Taoist and died.

The old Taoist killed the Mongolians and also entered the cabin. He saw a few white feathered arrows scattered in the cabin, and a few rays of sunlight shone in through the arrow sky.

A fisherman was caught in an arrow in the cabin. Just now, he saw the big man who was carving the boat alone, probably because he was afraid of the Mongols who escaped in to avoid the arrows. A little girl was kneeling beside him and sobbing. The big man held a little boy in both hands and gently placed him on the straw mat aside. When he saw the old Daona, he was about to kneel down and said, "Little man Chang Yuchun, thank you for your kindness. I don't know the name of Chang Gao? Please save the little master!"

"I am the martial arts Zhang Sanfeng, the heroes don't have to be too polite. The Mongols slaughtered me Han people. The old Taoists couldn't see it, so they only acted indignantly." Zhang Sanfeng helped him with one hand, and Chang Yuchun felt a gentle force spread throughout his body through his forearm. His body couldn't help but stand up straight, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Seeing that the boy was seriously injured, Zhang Sanfeng didn't say much, so he pinched the boy's wrist and took his pulse. He helped the boy straighten his head and sat up, and said to Chang Yuchun: "Help him, I'll get him an arrow." Chang Yuchun supported him as he said.

Zhang Sanfeng pressed the boy's chest with one hand, and his internal strength continued to protect the boy's meridians and the other hand gently pinched the arrow shaft. When the force was spit out, the boy's body trembled and the arrow was lightly taken out. The arrow was covered with blood and black green appeared, which was obviously a poisonous arrow.

Zhang Sanfeng took advantage of the situation and slapped the wound around the boy's back a few times. The blood stopped. He took out a brown pill, and melted one into a water bowl to pour it into the boy. The other one was signaled to Chang Yuchun to take it, which helped Chang Yuchun pull out the arrow.

"Old God, Old God" A soft cry came from outside the cabin. It turned out that the boatman on the boat he was originally riding on saw Zhang Sanfeng step by step by the water, and the powerful enemy died in an instant, so he gently leaned over the boat.

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Chang Yingxiong, this ship has been in great battles, so how about changing to my ship?"

"I dare not be Chang's hero. The old god just needs to call the boy Chang Yuchun, and follow the old god's instructions in everything."

"What old gods are not old gods? How old Taoist is older? Then let me call you Yuchun." As he said that, he gently picked up Zhou Tiansheng and signaled to change the boat. Chang Yuchun took Zhou Zhiruo and followed Zhang Sanfeng to another boat.

Zhang Sanfeng thought to himself: "Wuji cannot walk at the moment. If you go to Laohekou to join the shop, this man is a criminal offender. The baby is seriously injured again. I want to take care of the three of them, but I am afraid it will be difficult to be thorough." So he took out three taels of silver and handed it to the shipkeeper and said: "Shipkeeper, please go east and pass the fairy ferry and take us to Taiping Store for a stay."

The boatman was already in great awe of him, not to mention that he had given so much money, and he agreed repeatedly, shaking the boat to go east along the river, and two big and small boats next to him drifted far away.

Zhang Sanfeng and others walked back to the cabin. The decoration in the cabin was simple, so they had to have a small table, a few small wooden stools, and a large straw mat with a thick quilt on it. A little boy in his teens was lying on it, covering his body with a thick quilt. At that time, Mid-Autumn Festival had just passed and the weather had not seen the cold yet, so the boy was shivering in the quilt and still couldn't help but tremble.

"Master, is this?" the little boy asked.

"Wuji, Master Wuji has brought you two little babies who are in the same condition and are pitiful." Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said, "Wuji, I will tell you when Master Wuji cures this little baby and Chang Yuchun Chang's hero." Put Zhou Tiansheng next to Zhang Wuji and stretched out his hand to take his pulse. It seemed that the pulse was changing rapidly. I couldn't help but secretly wonder that the child had recovered so quickly.

Suddenly, he found that the boy's eyelids were spinning rapidly. Zhang Sanfeng was shocked: Isn't this child almost awake? I'm so old that I saw such a strong resilience.

After waiting for a while, the child had not woken up yet, and his eyelids were still spinning rapidly. Zhang Sanfeng felt a little surprised and opened his eyelids. When he opened his eyelids, he saw that the child's eyes were bright and he was about to come out. He was not seriously injured and dying, but his pupils were scattered, and he was obviously unconscious. Zhang Sanfeng was extremely strange.
Chapter completed!