The next morning.
After experiencing an earth-shattering battle yesterday, the entire Shaoshi Mountain has become almost a ruin, with all kinds of broken walls and broken walls everywhere. It is unknown how long it will take for the thousand-year-old temple to return to its former prosperity.
With the death of Yu Luosha at the hands of Yun Chongxiao, the people of the Western Region Luosha Sect and the Ming Cult had already scattered and fled in all directions, while the other sects knew that there was nothing to join in the fun, so they tactfully left.
However, at this moment, the back mountain of Shaolin Temple was still very lively.
"Old Yun, you can do it!" Zhou Yi said with a smile, "With the Ten Yang White Flames of the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Black Cold Absolute Ice of the tenth level of the Shura Yin Sha Art, you have practiced the "Ming Shen Wu Dian". Even the Jade Rakshasa is no match for you. You are amazing!"
“Hey!” Yun Chongxiao waved his hands and said, “The path of martial arts is boundless, how can we be complacent? By the way, how is your injury?”
"It's okay, it's okay!" Zhou Yi patted the silly-smiling wooden fish beside him and said, "With the help of Shaolin Temple's Da Huan Dan, what injury can't be cured? Right? Wooden fish!"
Mu Yu touched his head, nodded continuously, and grinned foolishly.
Zhou Yi couldn't help laughing when he saw the wooden fish. "I never thought that a silly monk like you would become the new abbot of Shaolin Temple. I wonder what this Zen ancestral temple will become in the future?"
"When the time comes, things will work out. Why think too much?" Yun Chongxiao chuckled, his face slowly becoming serious, and he asked, "I've been out at sea for a long time looking for Qiao Beiming's remains. When I came back, I heard that Emperor Zhao Bing and Song Wen had joined forces and sent troops to the southeast, with the potential to sweep across the world. What exactly is going on?"
Zhou Yi said: "The danger of Temujin heading south is imminent. It was indeed me who facilitated the alliance between Emperor Bing and Song Wen. With your return, Lao Yun, we will definitely be able to fight against the Thirteen Wings again!"
Yun Chongxiao nodded, and a look of longing suddenly appeared on his face.
"After the incident with the Ming Cult, I no longer have any thoughts about the struggle for the world. I am only yearning for the supreme martial arts. I just don't know how many rivals among the tribes outside the Great Wall can give me a good fight this time!"
Hearing this, Zhou Yi suddenly smiled and said, "The Living Buddha of Tubo, Jian Ming of the Turks, and the magic master Gong Xiao Canglan are all strong opponents. The Mongolian side is naturally dominated by the Thirteen Wings. Among them, the Evil Emperor's son Xiaoyan, who has mastered all nine volumes of the Magic Book, the 'Poison God' Jamuka, Hesaer and Temujin are also rare masters! They will definitely teach you, Old Yun, a good fight!"
"Master!"
Suddenly at this moment, Shi Yan came over quickly, looking as if something extremely important had happened.
"What's wrong?" Mu Yu turned around and asked.
Shi Yan bowed slightly to the wooden fish, nodded to Zhou Yi and Yun Chongxiao in the back, and then said hurriedly: "Temujin led his army south!"
"What did you say?" Zhou Yi was shocked.
Mu Yu looked back at Zhou Yi and Yun Chongxiao, knowing that the situation was critical, and asked quickly: "When did this happen?"
"It was yesterday!" Shi Yan said anxiously, "Temujin personally took command and led an army of 500,000 southward. Yesterday, the vanguard officer Jochi arrived at the Hexi Corridor and fought a fierce battle with the Wu Zhou army!"
Zhou Yi said: "What is the outcome of the battle?"
"After Murong Chui left, the fighting power of the Wu Zhou army was greatly reduced. How could they be a match for the fierce Mongolian army? They were defeated by Jochi thirteen times in a row, but without any rest, they marched straight to the divine capital Luoyang!"
Yun Chongxiao frowned and said, "Subuchi is so arrogant and brave that he doesn't take Wu Chongye seriously at all!"
"Humph!" Zhou Yi snorted coldly, "With Temujin personally leading the army to guard the rear, what's the point of a mere Wu Chongye? If I were Jochi, I would definitely march day and night to attack Huanglong and hang Wu Chongye's head on the top of Luoyang City to intimidate the entire Central Plains!"
"This will hurt the morale of our Central Plains!" Yun Chongxiao said: "What actions are the northern forces such as Mingyuexuan, Jialan Temple, Brotherhood Alliance and Shattered Stone Alliance taking now?"
Shi Yan shook his head: "This news did not mention it."
"You can figure it out with your toes." Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "These cowards are obsessed with infighting all day long. They wish Wu Chongye would fall so that they can reap the benefits. How can they fight the Mongols to death? How can they have the courage to do so?"
Yun Chongxiao asked: "Then what should we do?"
"Go north to Luoyang immediately and try to stop the Mongols!" Zhou Yi's eyes suddenly flashed with an incredible confidence, and he said, "As long as Song Wen and Zhao Dibing can lead their troops to Luoyang before it falls, we will have the capital to deal with the Mongols. When the battle comes, the brave will win!"
"I'll go too!" said Mu Yu.
"This journey is dangerous. You are the abbot of Shaolin..."
"So what?" Mu Yu said in a loud voice with an angry look on his face, "Every citizen has a share of responsibility for the fate of a country. Even monks, how can they stay out of it?"
"Good brother!" Zhou Yi patted Mu Yu's shoulder vigorously and said excitedly: "Let's go, travel day and night, and we will definitely reach Luoyang tomorrow morning to give Temujin a big surprise!"
"Wait a moment!"
A whistling sound containing profound internal strength suddenly came from afar. Zhou Yi looked closely and saw a graceful figure slowly falling into the backyard of Shaolin. Zhou Yi looked closely and found that this person was actually -
"Tears of the Concubine Ming?"
"Greetings, Abbot, and Hero Yun!" Concubine Lei Ming came over quickly and said anxiously, "I have received the latest pigeon message. Your battle report is out of date!"
Hearing this, Zhou Yi's heart suddenly clicked, as if a huge rock had fallen to the ground, and he said in surprise: "Could it be that Subutai has already conquered Luoyang?"
"No!" Concubine Lei Ming shook her head and said, "Subuchi's army has stopped in front of Luoyang City. The entire army is resting on the spot and will not move!"
"What does this mean?" Yun Chongxiao asked puzzled.
Lei Mingfei's eyes slowly swept over the people present and said, "They are going to set up a fighting arena!"
"What?"
"Temujin himself issued a declaration of war, agreeing to hold three duels at noon seven days later on the top of Luoyang City. The winner of the duel will be decided by the better martial arts!"
“Haha!” Yun Zhongxiao sneered and said disdainfully: “How could Temujin be so naive? The Central Plains is vast and rich in resources, with a territory of thousands of miles. How can it be decided by just three duels?”
After hearing this, Zhou Yi frowned and fell into deep silence. After a long while, he let out a low sigh.
"Driving a tiger to devour a wolf, killing a person and destroying his heart! Temujin, Temujin, this move of yours is truly amazing!" (To be continued)