Since he had agreed to Xiao Ning for treatment, Hu Qingniu no longer delayed his reluctance. He first cleaned up, then placed a drug boy with him, and left a letter, and then floated away with Xiao Ning.

Hu Qingniu got into the carriage, Xiao Ning drove the car himself, left Butterfly Valley, headed westward, and headed to Wudang Mountain.

I walk around every day, but I can't walk far. After all, I'm not as good as Xiao Ning walking alone when driving a carriage. Not only that, I also have to be responsible for Hu Qingniu's food, clothing, accommodation and other chores.

Although Hu Qingniu also practices martial arts, he does not specialize in this path after all. However, his cultivation level at the third level of acquired nature is still far from the suffering of the five grains of reincarnation.

On this day, the two had just walked out of Butterfly Valley less than a hundred miles away, but they heard a horse's hooves ringing. Xiao Ning tightened the reins of the horse, stopped the carriage, turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came.

A team of Mongolian soldiers danced with scimitars, smirked and galloped, coming from west to east, and saying something they couldn't understand.

But seeing that on the road, people passing by were constantly driving away like animals by Yuan soldiers, even Xiao Ning's carriage was no exception.

Xiao Ning was curious, but did not resist, but went with the flow, driving the carriage to follow the crowd and walking forward.

When I walked to a fork in the road, I saw a Mongolian officer riding on a horse, followed by sixty or seventy soldiers, all holding bright scimitars in my hands.

The people walked to the Mongolian officer's horse one by one, and then knelt down and kowtowed honestly.

Next to the officer, a Chinese translator shouted, "What's your surname?"

After the people answered honestly, the Yuan soldiers next to him kicked him on the butt, or slapped him directly in the face. The people did not dare to be angry or speak out, and hurriedly walked by.

When asked about a commoner's surname was Zhang, the Yuan soldiers next to him immediately captured him and asked him to stand next to the road.

I saw a newly bought kitchen knife in the basket held by a commoner, and the Yuan soldiers also grabbed him aside.

Xiao Ning saw this scene and was quite puzzled. Hu Qingniu just popped out of the carriage and asked, "Diyi Hu knows why these Mongolian Tartars interrogated the people?"

Hu Qingniu squinted his eyes, looked at it for a while, and sighed: "It's hateful, this is interrogating the five surnames of the Han people!"

Xiao Ning looked puzzled: "Why are the five surnames?"

Hu Qingniu sighed and explained.

The Mongolian Yuan Dynasty was tyrannical and unjust, and there were many rebels among the people. Mongolian ministers were determined to kill all the Han people, but they were unable to kill them.

The Grand Tutor Ba Yan of the dynasty issued a slaughter order, saying that he would kill all the Han people in the world, including Zhang, Wang, Liu, Li, and Zhao.

Because among the Han people in the Central Plains, there were the most people with the four surnames Zhang, Wang, Liu and Li, while the Zhao family was the royal family of the former Song Dynasty. Once the five surnames were eliminated, the Han people would naturally be greatly damaged.

After hearing Hu Qingniu's explanation, Xiao Ning finally understood the whole story. He felt that his blood was boiling all over his body, and there was also a burst of murderous intent in his chest.

Just then, it was Xiao Ning and the other person they asked about.

Seeing that the two of them had not got out of the car, the Chinese translator scolded: "The thief of the Southern Barbarians really doesn't understand the rules at all. Why don't you kneel down and kowtow when you see the adults?"

A group of Yuan soldiers also looked at Xiao Ning.

"Young Master Xiao, this..."

Hu Qingniu couldn't help but look at Xiao Ning, waiting for him to make an idea.

Xiao Ning took a deep breath, stared at the Chinese translator with his eyes straight, and asked, "You have been kneeling on the ground for a long time and can't stand up, so do you hope others don't stand?"

The Chinese translator was furious: "You are something worse than a pig or a dog. You dare to be stubborn? Kneel down!"

As he finished speaking, two Yuan soldiers rushed over with a ferocious look on their faces and were about to capture him off the carriage.

Xiao Ning shook his head. This man had completely become a slave of the Mongolians. His slavery was deeply rooted in his bones and was beyond help.

"Clang!"

Then, without thinking about it, he pulled out the long sword placed on the carriage, and a sword energy about a foot long condensed into shape in the air, whistling towards the Yuan soldiers in front of him.

"puff!"

The two Yuan soldiers had no reaction at all and were killed in an instant, with blood flowing.

At this time, there were screams of terrible crying, but the more than a dozen people pulled by the Yuan soldiers were already separated by their bodies and corpses everywhere.

After the Yuan soldiers killed someone, they saw Xiao Ning resisting, pulled out the scimitar and surrounded him, and rushed over.

"Ha, seeking death!"

Xiao Ning's face was full of murderous intent, and he jumped off the carriage with a little toe. He shook his sword in his hand, pulled out a sword flower, and shouted loudly.

The sword flowers scattered, and their bodies swayed like the wind blowing willows. The sword light flowed, dancing with the wind, like swaying willow leaves, flying up and down.

Three feet in a circle, about 1,000 feet high and low, all of Xiao Ning's agile figure, like a divine dragon soaring into the sky and hiding among the clouds and mists, looking left and right, seeing the head but not the tail.

The sword shadow was like a meat grinder, advancing towards the Yuan soldiers. Wherever he passed, flesh and blood were flying all over the sky, screaming in succession.

In a moment, dozens of Yuan soldiers present were all slaughtered.

"Clang!"

Xiao Ning took a sword flower, put the sword back into the sheath, and Shi Shiran returned to the carriage.

But when Hu Qingniu looked at him with shock, Xiao Ning reached out and touched his face, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong, is there blood on my face?"

Hu Qingniu said "Ah", came back to his senses and said in surprise: "I didn't expect that Young Master Xiao's martial arts are so powerful. I'm afraid he is the chief disciple of the younger generation of the Wudang Sect?"

Xiao Ning beat him up: "Where are some small tricks, which made Hu Yixian laugh!"

While talking, the two got on the carriage and continued on their way. After walking for about ten miles, they arrived at a small town. Xiao Ning jumped out of the carriage and wanted to buy some supplies, but no one was seen in the town.

In desperation, I had to continue rushing, but I saw that the rice fields I saw along the way were cracked, and the fields were covered with thorns and grass, which was desolate.

Hu Qingniu sat on the shaft of the carriage. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh: "The Yuan Dynasty court is unrighteous, and the Han people are in dire straits. I don't know when this day will end!"

Xiao Ning looked down and said in a deep voice: "This kind of life will not last too long, I promise!"

After walking for a while, I saw several corpses lying on the side of the road, with dry belly and deep cheeks. It made people know that they were starved to death at a glance. The more they walked, the more hunger they were.

Xiao Ning sighed: "The alien dynasty has never had a hundred years of luck. In the near future, a hero will stand up and lead our hundreds of millions of Han compatriots to expel the Mongols and Yuan Tartars, and restore our Han family's mountains!"

Hu Qingniu nodded without comment: "I hope so!"
Chapter completed!