Chapter 1

There is a branch of the Church:

The sky is filled with snow and the wind is sobbing, and the sound of hooves on the ground rolls up and attacks at night.

Yellow dog village barking to be broken, alarmed to hear the four sides of the hand over the dysprosium.

This a crooked poem, not write another, is the Yuan dynasty Nanchang province outside, a manor late at night when the scene.

This manor is called Ye family manor, the owner of the leaf outside, is the area of Nanchang, the famous martial arts tycoon, people send nicknames “wind see sadness”.

Meaning that this person is extremely fast sword, sword once unfolded, even the wind see also feel inferior.

With the family martial arts, plus know how to socialize as a person, leaf outside the two or three decades, save the boss of a family business, in the Nanchang Province area, is also a famous tycoon.

This night snow wind high, all the people in the manor, are in the room to avoid the cold.

Ye foreigner is no exception, he is in the third concubine of the courtyard, after a few cups of wine, is waiting to rest, suddenly heard the village barking, faintly, not long, full of dogs are barking up.

Ye outside the heart of something, heard the barking sound is not right, a leap out of bed, hurriedly with the performance of the cloak, the wall of the long sword off, will be the door to push open a slit.

The wind swept the snowflakes straight into the room, and the temperature in the room dropped precipitously.

Third Aunt shivered in the cold, embracing the quilt and exclaimed: “Master, in this cold weather, how can you freeze your body? If there is any disturbance, call the subordinates to go and take care of it, that’s all.”

Ye outside a wave of the hand, meaning to let the bitch shut up, he wrinkled his eyebrows, probing the head, side ear to listen carefully.

Only hear the wind and snow whistling in the middle, there is a horse’s hooves vibrating sound, gradually driving closer and closer.

Immediately, a sharp sound of dysprosium, startled up in the south of the village.

Following the east, west and north, there are dysprosium response!

Ye officer outside the face changed greatly.

The so-called dysprosium, is the sound of arrows, 脮氓, in the arrowheads drilled with three small holes, once shot, will make a sharp whistle, the army soldiers, often used this method to pass news, indicating the location.

Now there are dysprosium sound on all sides, obviously this Zhuangzi four sides, are surrounded by the enemy.

As for what people to siege the village, why to siege the village, look at the leaf outside the look, obviously have a number in mind.

Therefore, do not do the lucky thought, glanced back at the concubine, pulling feet to go.

Concubine at this time also perceived wrong to, wailed: “Master, what happened? Don’t abandon the slaves …….”

However, Mr. Ye did not care about it. A smoke walked back to his wife’s yard.

At this time, a small Buddhist temple, the wife and two sons, have been dressed in good clothes, each back tied package, holding a blade, there is only seven years old three, by a strong servant in the arms.

Ye outside hurriedly stepped in, hurriedly said: “Mrs., things have happened! The officials and soldiers have surrounded the manor, let’s go quickly.”

Mrs. Ye is not ambiguous, pushed away the table in front of the Buddha statue, revealing a dark tunnel entrance.

A few members of the family, even that holding the child’s servant, each speechless, successively down the tunnel.

Ye outside walking in the end, the table will be pulled back as is, this time in the manor of the sound of hoofbeats, laughter, the manor, the servants wailing and hissing, has already resounded a piece.

After an incense stick work, the manor two miles away.

The snow on the ground moved, and then a wooden board lifted off, revealing a hole.

Mrs. Ye leapt to the ground, looked around, and reached out to pull her son and servants up one after another.

Mr. Ye also jumped to the ground, looked back, only to see his manor has been burning fire, laughter, cries, through the wind and snow came.

Ye outside the eyes flashed a flash of intolerance, shook his head and sighed: “Let’s go, let’s go, as long as their own family members are okay, then it’s good.”

Mrs. Ye had a stern face from the beginning, until now she sighed, looked at the young son held in the servant’s arms, and sadly said, “It doesn’t matter if we burn down the fields and houses, it’s just that the third child is very sick with a high fever, and he is fleeing with you and me like this, and it’s freezing cold, how is he going to make it through?”

Ye outside the eyes slightly red, sighed: “This world, living was not easy, and look at the child’s own life.”

Husband and wife only said a few words, then closed their mouths, lowered their heads, braved the wind and snow, looking into the distance to escape.

They did not notice that the child in the servant’s arms, whose eyes had been closed tightly, shivered twice with long eyelashes, and slowly opened his eyes as if he could not stand the cold.

This, where is this?

Ye Kuhong was confused.

Ye Kuhong, real name Ye Hong, a martial arts transmission enthusiast from the latter days.

Since the age of ten, begged his parents to enroll in a martial arts class for him, and then more than ten years of boxing, and then went to work with income, but also around to seek teachers to visit friends, southern fist and northern leg, dabbling in a lot of, in the local martial arts community is also considered to be a little famous.

Twenty-five years old that year, because of lost love, Yehong momentary brain pump, changed his name to Ye Guhong.

Sounds like Ye Kucheng brother.

It is also since this year, with the pervasiveness of the self media, the mystery of the transmission of martial arts is gone, all kinds of new schools of martial arts masters practicing modern fighting techniques, scrambling to join the camp of exposing the transmission of martial arts.

And those old martial arts masters who are not good at fighting but only good at storytelling, have also folded and performed a farce.

Some careless did not flash, some too slippery shoes, in short, knocked down a piece of the ground, rolling and struggling.

That is, two or three years of kung fu, pass the word martial arts, basically fell to the point of everyone shouting.

Ye Kucheng was angry and unwilling about this, and in a moment of excitement, he simply also opened an account to do live broadcasts and videos, and soon received various challenges from counterfeiters.

But Cool-Son Yeh’s brother wasn’t blowing it either.

Three months time seven consecutive wins, account fans soared, “Ye Kucheng” three words, became a big flag in the martial arts world.

After all, the essence of this fighting thing is still speed, strength and skill.

Ye Guhong when the fight of the year, and is a genuine love of martial arts, willing to three nine, three volts under the strength of hard training, many others need to perform with the opponent to perform moves, he can be integrated into the actual combat, the strength of natural can not be underestimated.

At least the general network fighter, want to clean up his by no means easy.

But under the temptation of huge traffic, finally there are real professional fighters, can’t help but to personally go down, and there is capital to push the envelope, inviting Ye Guhong to go to a foreign country to fight a cage fight.

Ye Guhong deliberately watched that person actual combat video, clearly cognizant of the fact that he is not a rival.

But at this time he, on the one hand, was held up as the face of the martial arts world, riding a tiger, on the other hand, his own usually bring goods with the flying, there are also difficult to give up the interests.

In short, from all sides of the voice, have not allowed him to retreat.

This is probably people in the world, can not help it.

The 27-year-old Ye Kuhong, just like Baiyun City Lord Ye Kucheng, failed to counter the temptation of fame and fortune.

Even if you know that the battle is dangerous, you have to put yourself as a bargaining chip on the gambling table.

What if I win? After all, what is the matter, there is inevitably a what if.

Then, Ye Kucheng, who fell under the blinding light, after a burst of heavenly rotation ……

Joyfully welcomed a soul penetration coupon and became a member of the starting point crossing army.

Eyes closed and opened.

Into the eye is the white snow in the sky.

Immediately perceived, is the heavy breathing, violent vibration.

Ye Guhong raised his head and found himself in the arms of a woman.

The woman was dressed in ancient clothes, more than thirty years old, ordinary appearance, stout body, eyebrows and eyes full of fear, is holding him desperately running wildly.

Ye Guhong twisted his head to look around, there are three other men and one woman: a middle-aged man, two young people, there is a middle-aged woman, four people are holding a longsword in their hands, look frustrated, just burying his head to catch up.

Seeing this, a bad feeling welled up in Ye Guhong’s heart.

He hadn’t watched too many movies and novels over the years while practicing martial arts, and he could roughly judge his own situation.

First of all, he should be soul dressed into a child in ancient times.

Secondly, the group of people he was in, with such a lousy appearance, he was afraid that there would be a risk of being wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Sure enough, not a moment, a horse hoofs from far and near, and then whooshing sound of broken air, alarmed in the snow and wind.

Crossbow! The enemy was actually holding a crossbow!

Ye Guhong’s heart fluttered –

Regardless of any dynasty, bows and crossbows, armor, all belong to the absolute taboo, the forces that can use bows and crossbows on a large scale are by no means generalized.

“Sister-in-law Song, you take San’er and leave quickly!”

The middle-aged man shouted and turned back to draw his sword, the remaining two men and one woman, also drew their long swords and waved them, dialing arrows.

“Dog Tartars! My surname Ye will fight you today!”

Calls also rang out from the rear, seemingly giving orders.

Mongols!

Ye Guhong’s heart was again tight, although he could not understand the exact meaning, he could hear that it was Mongolian.

So he actually came to the end of the Song Dynasty, or the Yuan Dynasty, or the end of the Ming Dynasty?

Ye Guhong frowned.

Whichever is possible, it is not good news.

He only hoped that those few men and women who were approximately his family members would be able to win against these pursuers.