Torre touched his head, and he was bare and didn't even see a single hair. He didn't even tie his hands. He wiped his forehead and his eyebrows were gone. He was furious and asked someone to come over with a bronze mirror and take a closer look. He had been fighting outside for many years, with dark skin and a head, like a chicken peeling a shell and dipping it in sauce.

He was furious and smashed the bronze mirror forward. The servant said "Ouch" and covered his forehead. He immediately burst into blood and screamed. He was so angry that he rushed over, kicked him down, pulled out his long knife, and stabbed him several times.

The guards outside the account heard the movement and rushed in. Torre pointed at his head and cursed. The people were pale and silent. He refused to give up. He stepped forward and kicked them to the ground. The guards were all lying on the ground and dared not speak.

He was tired of scolding, so he stopped talking. After thinking about it, he waved his hand last and said in a deep voice: "Get out, get to the front line, don't hunt down ten golden dog heads, don't come to see me." The guards howled and came out in a mess.

Torre knew that this could not be blamed entirely on these guards. Although he was not very skilled in martial arts, he grew up in chaos and was more alert than wolves. He was still shaved with his hair silently. It would be useless if anyone could defend him.

He wandered alone in the account, his face gloomy and unstable, thinking, "Since the person who came did not kill him, it would be of other purpose, and there must be clues in the account."

It was not difficult to find the handwriting on the map at that moment. Torre called the scholar who knew Chinese in the Chinese language and said, "I dare to harm the innocent again, I will not forgive you."

After the translation, the scholar did not dare to show his anger and lay on the ground. Torey was angry, and a hint of blush appeared on his dark face, and purple appeared. He said in a deep voice: "Who is this Taihua?"

The scholar replied tremblingly: "I'm afraid it's the true king of Qingxu who was worshipped by the Jin Kingdom."

Torre heard too much of this rumor. He narrowed his eyes and recalled a lot of things. He snorted coldly and said, "Is it the one who said that his father's death was because of his punishment? It's so good that I didn't go to find him, and I dared to get into the door."

He shouted loudly: "Come here, send orders and search along the way. If you encounter monks and Taoists, and those in white clothes, you will kill them all."

The scholar was shocked, and sweat suddenly poured out like a spring. He hurriedly took off his clothes and threw them on the ground. He stepped on his feet and fell to his knees.

"You are sensible." Torre laughed and asked again: "I was in Fengxiang for a big battle, and I didn't see the Jin Zhenjun coming out to stop him. I just broke several southern barbarian cities. What's his business?"

The scholar replied respectfully: "Maybe because the Emperor of Song Dynasty also appointed him as the True Lord of Qingwei, he would be more polite."

"Hahahaha!" Torre laughed and said, "Are the gods so greedy for fame and fortune? Pretending to be a god and making a fool of themselves, he is just a martial arts master. Just like Taoist Qiu, who met his father Khan a few years ago, said that he was a true immortal, and could he resist a few heroes in our clan? How many waves of arrow rains?"

The scholar was timid, and the rest of the people kept flattering him. He stood up and said, "Send the order, go forward at full speed, and arrive at Guanghua. I want to see if this so-called Immortal Master of the Country can stop me from breaking Dengzhou City and killing him without leaving any other."

The generals took the order and put on food and supplies. As they were walking, a breeze blew. Tore heard someone shouting "Be careful," and he quickly looked up and saw a huge white crow tilted, shaking and falling down.

He hurriedly urged his horse to jump to the side, and the white crow hit the ground, splashing dust. The responsible guards all knelt on the ground and said they were killed.

Torre jumped off the horse, kicked a few people away, and looked forward and saw that the broken mouth was very strange. The flagpole, about one foot long, turned into wood powder in the middle, leaving only a circle outside, but only two cents of thickness, naturally could not support it.

There were only twisted marks on the outside, and there was no knife and axe chop. How did it turn into rotten wood? It was just the same piece? He immediately understood that it should be Shen Yuanjing's warning, and was furious and said, "It's outrageous. He dared to bully me even if he was a rash person. He really thought I was afraid of you."

He fired the horse whip and said, "Come here, send a few letters back, ask people to go up to Huashan, and destroy the palace built by Jindog for this deceiver." His subordinates took the order and left.

At night, he did not dare to stay in the central army tent anymore. He secretly changed his position and set up a few suspicious arrays. He was still a little worried, and he ambushed more than ten good players in the tent.

After several nights of this, without any movement, he felt relieved and became arrogant again, allowing his army to rob the whole way.

When Shen Yuanjing got the news, the Mongolian army had arrived in Guanghua and was about to cross the river. He rushed over and saw the flags and the army of more than 30,000 people was seen from a high place, with a vast crowd of people and boundless. It would be too naive to hunt the enemy commander among thousands of troops.

Of course he would not be stupid. He took such a big risk to other countries and sneered, saying, "You think you can't do anything to you if you crouched in the army? If I only know how to act recklessly with martial arts, wouldn't it be a waste of time traveling?"

A few days ago, the Jin generals Wanyan Heda and Yila Pua had already led the army and rushed from Tongguan to gather in Shunyang City, Neixiang. They were just afraid of the power of the Mongols and dared not go forward.

Shen Yuanjing sneaked into the city, arrested a Jin soldier, and after a little forced, he learned about the temporary garrison of Monk Wanyan Chen and planned it.

At midnight, a big rock fell from the sky and fell into Monk Wanyan Chen's tent, turning half of his body into meat paste.

The city was noisy, and the Mongolian spies outside thought that something was going to be heard, but were surprised and suspicious. They sent back the news. Torre quickly summoned the troops and prepared for the whole night.

Wanyan Heda hurried over, and a general came forward to meet him. He led him inside. When he saw the ragged body of Monk Wanyan Chen, his face was as heavy as water, and asked, "What's going on?"

The general replied, "The last general is not aware. He was patrolling in the middle of the night, and only a loud noise was heard, and the tent where the General of the Central Army was located had collapsed. When he came over, he saw a big stone pressing on it and quickly moved it away. He was already dead."

Wanyan Heda pointed to the side and said, "Is it that stone?" The general nodded and replied, "That's right. Moreover, we have found some of them on it." He said that, pointing to the surface of the stone.

He took the torch and looked carefully, and saw a row of small characters on it. I don’t know what they were engraved. He pronounced one by one:

"The little four arrived and left Wuguan. Dengzhou was blocked, and the army was scattered. The square city was thrown into three mountains. The sky was trapped at the bottom of the peaks. There was little supplies and the formation was chaotic. People were tired and fled blindly. They walked away from Junzhou and died. The troops were ineffective, and the country was broken. They abandoned Nanjing and returned to virtue. When they heard that the Song Dynasty attacked, they trapped Runan. The city was destroyed and the country was over."
Chapter completed!