It is really a dilemma - if Jing Che is carried on his back and uses the magic technique to turn around and fight with everyone, the direction of escape will definitely be exposed, and the Wangchuan Underground Palace is their last defensive base and must not be exposed; and if Jing Che is taken forward,
Run away, and you will undoubtedly encounter the Lincang army - wait, did that person just say "general"?
Could it be that Xiao Jin came in person? What about the Sword Master? Qiying's heart sank. Could it be that the Sword Master is really...
The blood in her head rushed, and she only thought about fighting the sword master to live and die together. He didn't care whether Jing Che wanted it or not, so he pushed her out, stuffed the wine gourd into her arms, and shouted,
"Let's go!"
He dodged and stopped in front of the Lincang army that broke into the tunnel. Since his right hand was injured, he switched to holding the sword in his left hand and confronted Xiao Jin directly.
Xiao Jin also had a bandage on one hand, and his face was a little strangely pale, but when he saw the desperate Qiying, he didn't hide his ridicule and sneered softly: "Humph, no one can leave."
Before Qiying could answer, there were dense footsteps behind him: "I don't even want to leave!"
When I looked back, I saw that they were the ten people who had already left. The leader was Jing Che, who pursed his lips and showed a bit of pride.
It's like saying, I asked you to push me away, but look, everyone is back now.
She really doesn’t understand the seriousness of the situation at all... If others have backbone, why is she just a girl joining in the fun!
"Haha," Xiao Jin glanced at them and smiled disdainfully: "It would be better to come back together, so as not to have to look for them one by one."
The important thing is to take away this ragtag group of people first, and not worry about not being able to use bait to capture Baili Fengjian's thoughts in the future.
He ordered to the soldiers behind him, with a tone of madness and ferocity that ensured victory: "Kill two, leave one, twelve people, just enough to have no change."
"There is also a girl who is interesting, so I'll keep it."
***
"This is He Fu's blood." Nian Sanniang dropped a drop of blood from the white porcelain bottle to the well in the backyard of the house. "This secret barrier can only be opened with his blood to enter."
Sure enough, Zhenyi was forced to have a rigorous style of acting. Even the secret crossing was so full of twists and turns. But what was hard to guard against... was love.
Thinking of Hefu, Baili Fengjian turned his head and said to Nian Sanniang: "His soul is still in Hongchen Inn. If you still want to say something, you can go now."
Nian Sanniang took a step back with a pale face and shook her head: "I'm not going...what's there to see? I betrayed you Zhenyi people, he must be eager to tear me to pieces."
After looking at her and saying no more, Baili Fengjian jumped down from the wellhead.
After just a few steps into the secret passage, a sudden ball of silver light exploded from the front, and screams of pain filled the air along with the smell of blood.
The power of the silver light is astonishing and overbearing. It is definitely not something that ordinary martial arts practitioners can emit. Rather, it is like... the power of some kind of divine weapon. There are many doubts in Baili Fengjian's heart, and there is no need to fumble for the direction when he steps down.
, and immediately rushed towards the place where the silver light appeared.
Wherever they stopped, there were corpses lying on the ground, including people from the Lincang army and Zhenyi people. There was a heavy pain in my heart, but I still couldn't avoid this tragic scene of the entire army being annihilated! Baili Fengjian still nodded calmly.
After checking the heads, it was found that two people were missing.
It was Qi Ying and... A Che. With a little bit of luck in his heart, he immediately looked forward, then turned a corner and found a man covered in blood leaning against the corner of the wall, with a girl cowering next to him.
"Ah Che." He called out in a low voice and knelt down, feeling both surprised and distressed.
Jing Che raised her pale face, with an expression of disbelief and panic still on her face, and hugged a wine gourd tightly to her chest. She blinked slowly and numbly, as if to confirm the person in front of her.
She blinked again, then suddenly pursed her lips, tears pouring down like a floodgate. She hugged Baili Fengjian's neck and knelt down in his arms. The sound filled with tears made people feel extremely distressed: "Master,
Ah Che, please stop reading..."
"Don't look any further..."
Jing Che kept repeating this sentence, from menacing to unable to murmur.
The blood was soaked in the rust of the narrow passage, and a cold smell permeated the air.
The sound of gulping is cold and silent.
The person half-kneeling in the secret passage at this moment is none other than Jiahuang Sword Saint Baili Fengjian, who has been famous for hundreds of years and is regarded as a god by the world. The unparalleled divine sword Longyuan White Sword is casually placed on one side.
Not caring about the blood stained on the ground, his generous palm patted the back of the young disciple in his arms very gently and slowly with a helpless and comforting rhythm.
She held his wine gourd tightly in her arms and refused to let go. She kept muttering, "Master, Ah Che, don't look anymore."
Don't see the knife rising and falling, don't touch the blood again, don't scream that person's name and his head rolls to his feet in the next second, don't look, don't look, she doesn't want to look anymore!
She is not a timid person who is afraid of blood or killing. She is just afraid of the power of death, which can make people who were alive and kicking just a moment ago disappear. This is far better than those who have heard of it and written it in books.
It's too shocking.
Jing Che, who has always had clothes to put on, food to eat, and mouth to open, has been cared for at the top of everyone's mind. Jing Che has even been used to be a little willful. He rarely experiences this feeling of powerlessness. The first time was for A Niang.
When you die, the second time is just now.
I feel the same way, so I feel pity. Baili Fengjian has also witnessed so many living lives dying in front of his eyes. He has a magic sword and a peerless martial arts, but he is still powerless, not to mention Ah Che, who is helpless.
Although he had long wanted to show his ignorant little apprentice how bloody the troubled world can be, he never thought that this lesson would come so tragically.
"Ah Che, it's okay," the coaxing gentle words seemed to be full of drunkenness. He hugged Jing Che comfortingly and prepared to stand up and leave, "Master will take you home right now."
"Sword...Sword Master..." He let out an extremely labored cry, and a trembling bloody hand struggled to twist Baili Fengjian's clothes.
Baili Fengjian looked back slightly in surprise. He had been too anxious to look after his little apprentice, and had preconceivedly thought that Qiying was dead, so he didn't check more. He didn't expect that Qiying had a huge blood hole running through his chest.
He is still able to hold on until now. He is truly worthy of being the iron-blooded leader of the Zhenyi Nationalist Party in the South.
Feeling sincere admiration in his heart, Baili Fengjian leaned over and explored his aura. It was like a gossamer, but fortunately he temporarily protected his heart when he received this blow. Although he was seriously injured, he could still be saved. He summoned the dragon
Yuan Bai's sword carried Qiying, and the three of them silently walked forward along the secret passage with one sword.
Halfway through, Baili Fengjian wanted to ask what was going on with the sudden explosion of silver light, but he lowered his eyes and saw that his little apprentice still had a straight and dull look in his eyes, so he thought it was better to give up and wait until
Let's talk after she calms down.
However, Qiying regained consciousness first and said feebly: "Sword Master... Xiao Jin..."
"How is he?" Hearing Xiao Jin, Baili Fengjian cheered up. Xiao Jin is a famous imperial general in the past thirty years. He has vicious methods and weird strategies. He is almost invincible and invincible in the empire.
myth.
Today was the first time he and Xiao Jin had met face to face. During the last confrontation, he said it was one trace of sand, but actually it contained seven points of skill. It was more powerful than five traces of sand. I didn't expect Xiao Jin to be able to take it. It was really a miracle.
A role that cannot be underestimated.
"Ran……"
When he wanted to ask again, Qiying fell into a coma again.
Run away? He frowned slightly. Before the silver light appeared, the Lincang army must have had the upper hand, and with Xiao Jin's character of chasing after success, how could he run away even if the silver light exploded and turned the tide of the battle?
?
Walking out of the tunnel in silence, the exit is the entrance to the mountain range where the Qiye Emperor's Mausoleum is located.
The sun was about to set, and the shadows were tilted sharply under the dim sky.
All the blood and blood were abandoned in the darkness of the secret passage behind us, but what happens after we step out of here? The last ray of sunlight we can hold is just a sign of welcoming the next darkness.
Just like the Zhenyi Empire that has been struggling for hundreds of years.
He only paused for a moment, raised his eyes to stare at the setting sun, and then walked non-stop into the Wangchuan Underground Palace in the mountains.
Wangchuan Palace was originally the burial mausoleum for a concubine of Emperor Yaohe, the fifth emperor of Zhenyi. She was not allowed to be buried in the imperial mausoleum due to some crimes she committed during her lifetime. Most of these concubines were buried in mass graves outside the palace, but Emperor Yaohe gave
Glory placed her mausoleum at the entrance of the Qiye Imperial Mausoleum. This was like an honor of being favored by the emperor, but more like a shame. The concubines were not allowed to enter the imperial mausoleum, but they became the guardians of the mausoleum for thousands of years.
Such strange events are widely circulated in unofficial history, but the official history does not record the mentality of Emperor Yaohe at that time. It only recorded a sentence: "On the seventh day of March, heavy snow suddenly fell, and the concubine Yue died. The emperor stood in concentration for a long time.
Said: 'Buried at the entrance of the imperial mausoleum'." It was nearly a thousand years ago at that time, and the history books briefly wrote that Concubine Yue's surname was Su.
Because this mausoleum is not within the boundary of the imperial mausoleum and is located in a secret place. The most important thing is that the people of Lincang have always been taboo about the Qiye Imperial Mausoleum for some reason. There are very few guards here, so it became the base camp of the Zhenyi Resurrection Army in the south.
With the help of the original institutions and tombs of the mausoleum, the entire Wangchuan Underground Palace has been transformed beyond recognition in a hundred years. However, in order to restore the country, the ancestors had to be disturbed to rest, and the Wangchuan Underground Palace has been quite safe for so many years.
Infested by resentful ghosts.
Baili Fengjian entered the underground palace before sunset. There were not many Zhenyi people stationed in the underground palace. They were wary when they saw strangers approaching, but they recognized that the person who came was actually Baili Sword Master holding a girl.
, Longyuan White Sword carried the unconscious Qiying, and they were all shocked. They hurriedly placed the Qiying. Baba was waiting for the sword master to give instructions, but only heard his faint words: "Give me a quiet room.
."
Only then did everyone turn their attention to the girl in the sword master's arms.
"My apprentice." He dispelled the ambiguity in everyone's eyes.
He placed Jingche in a small cubicle that had been converted into a tomb and burned a piece of soothing incense.
Jingche was originally in a tense state, frightened and sad, but suddenly he relaxed at this moment, and with the effect of the soothing incense, he fell asleep within a moment.
However, when he fell asleep, he still held onto Baili Fengjian's wine gourd and refused to let go. He couldn't pull it out and was afraid of disturbing her, so he gave up.
Baili Fengjian rubbed his hair, his expression was still lazy and calm, but his eyes were a little dazed. He paused for a moment before sitting down beside her bed. Thinking about these decades, he would drink with a gourd whenever he was free.
, now that the wine gourd was no longer in hand, he suddenly felt a little empty.
It was as if the mask of disguise had been taken away by others, and he had to show his true face to others.
He glanced at the sleeping Jing Che again. His thick eyelashes were wet with tears, and the tear mole in the corner of his eye made people feel pity. This little disciple is the least worried about her when she is asleep. Let her sleep.
Baili Fengjian got up and left the house and went to Qiying's room. Qiying was indeed a strong man. After taking a few doses of trauma medicine, although he was still unable to move, he had regained his will.
His face was pale due to excessive blood loss. When he saw Baili Fengjian, his first words were: "Sword Master, what is that on Ache's hand?"