Chapter 387 In front of the jade tree, the eight-legged silk formation
On the western edge of the peach grove, there is a patch of mountain cherry blossoms.
The branches and leaves are dense and staggered from left to right, forming a green screen.
If you are in the city of Luoyang, cherry blossoms are in full bloom at this time: you can see the crimson flowers of the trees on the streets, in the alleys, in front of the pavilions and behind the houses. They are like rosy clouds up close, like light clouds far away, and the fragrance is more intense than peaches and plums.
But not gaudy.
But in this Shendu Garden, the mountain cherry blossoms have only grown a few sporadic buds. They are perched on the branches, like cardamom girls, standing shyly, waiting for the moment to bloom.
Liu Xiaomu carried Yang Chaoxi on his back and looked at the double eaves and palace walls getting closer and closer. He suddenly stopped and threw Yang Chaoxi down.
Yang Chaoxi reacted quickly and rolled over before landing among the cherry trees. He turned around and said curiously: "What are you doing? If we delay one more minute, one more believer in the temple will die." Wang Jinji
You have gone back on your word, so it is only natural that you go back to save people now..."
"That's not why." Liu Xiaomu shook his hair and interrupted, "Just now you reminded me that if you enter the hall like this, it will only scare everyone. So... you have to change back to human form!"
Yang Zhaoxi did not doubt that he was there, and nodded and said: "Then hurry up, time waits for no one!"
Liu Xiaomu looked at his anxious look and said hesitantly: "Then turn your back..."
"Why do you have to turn your back? Can the demon cultivator hide from people when he takes form?" Yang Zhaoxi couldn't help but wonder.
Seeing that he didn't understand the hint, Liu Xiaomu had no choice but to sigh softly, and immediately stood up from a squatting position, clasped her claws together, and silently recited the "Transformation Curse":
"Tai Shang Xuan Zun, the Taoist transformation of all spirits. Insects, fish, birds and beasts were born here.
Live in admiration for others, pray to the gods, cultivate elixirs and practice Qi, and gradually understand the world.
Pick off the skin and feathers, abandon the original shape. Move the muscles and bones, and walk towards the Tao.
…
Thousands of calamities and dangers, thunder and thunder. Transformed into human bodies, the road is smooth."
After the curse dispersed, Liu Xiaomu's whole body flashed with red light, which instantly enveloped her. The red light gradually dazzled the eyes and gathered into a ball of light more than three feet high, making it impossible to see through the situation inside.
Yang Zhaoxi felt that the ball of light was getting brighter and brighter, and also smaller and smaller. It was so bright that it was difficult for people to look directly at it. When it was as small as a person's height, it stopped. Soon the ball of light faded away, leaving only a jade-like body.
The curvaceous woman with a thin hair, a graceful figure, and a Qiankun bag between her teeth, was looking at him with a playful expression.
Yang Chaoxi felt a "boom" in her head, and she was stunned for half a breath before she could react. She turned away hastily, her face flushed, and she said angrily: "You, you... why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Liu Xiaomu smiled sweetly: "I just reminded you! It's obvious that you have bad intentions and you must watch how I transform... cluck!"
Yang Chaoxi stamped her feet angrily: "A demon cultivator is a demon cultivator, so shameless... Humph!"
Yang Zhaoxi wanted to say "shameless", but felt that the words were a bit harsh. So she quickly stopped her mouth, snorted loudly, left Liu Xiaomu, and ran towards Mingde Palace alone.
Liu Xiaomu recalled the situation just now, and felt dizzy at the moment. Fortunately, no one saw her. She quickly took off her Qiankun bag, reached out and took out a pair of skirts and embroidered shoes, and quickly put them on. Then she turned into red light and flew away to the west.
The mountain cherry forest can be over ten feet high, but walking through it is ultimately too slow.
Yang Zhaoxi used the technique of "crossing the river with a reed", jumped up to the top of a tree, connected his feet to gain strength, and soon ran to the outside of the Mingde Palace wall. However, he stood too high and was recruited by the soldiers stationed in the courtyard.
When he realized it, he couldn't help but raise his bow and shoot.
Yang Chaoxi's body was spinning like a tentacle, and he fell down quickly. He kept swinging his hands, feet, knees and elbows, but he used the "Seizing Fist" technique. When he landed, not only had he grabbed five or six feather arrows in each hand, but he also held them in his mouth.
He picked one up and threw it on the ground, making a crackling sound. There were seven or eight broken arrows hanging on his body, which were crooked and twisted. He also slapped them down casually, and then he raised his hand to the arrow shooters. One of them clasped his fist and said, "Senior Brother Fang! Xiaodao
Even if we are friends but not enemies, there is no need to welcome us in such a 'ceremonious' way, right?"
Fang Qidou laughed, scratched his head and said with a smile: "I was blind and didn't see clearly that it was you. I'm sorry!"
Yang Chaoxi saw that all the troops outside the palace had been replaced by archers and horsemen. He guessed that the situation had changed and asked hurriedly: "How is the palace now?"
Fang Qidou was immediately filled with righteous indignation: "The truth in the palace has come to light. That Chen Gu, who is worse than a pig, and those dog-like bodyguards, turned their backs on the enemy and turned against them in the face of the battle! Fortunately, Colonel Tan, Shao Zhonghou and others remained calm in the face of change.
We protected General Geshu. Chen Gu's Mo Dao soldiers were all captured by us and were thrown there to be punished. Now, General Geshu and the others are watching the excitement in the palace."
Yang Chaoxi said displeasedly: "What fun are you looking at? If two people fight, the casualties will be serious. Just the smell of blood is nauseating." After that, he said, "Senior Brother Fang, did someone break into the palace just now?"
Fang Qidou was about to answer, but he saw Liu Xiaomu, wearing a pink skirt and plain shirt, approaching gracefully. He couldn't help but look blank: "I didn't just... come here now. Brothers, don't let go! This is a Zoroastrian saint.
It would be easy to kill us, and shooting an arrow would be a waste of effort."
When Yang Chaoxi saw her with a slanted bun and elegant clothes, she looked indescribably immortal. But he couldn't help but think of the snow-white and moving scene in the cherry forest of Fangcai Mountain in his mind. It was truly unforgettable and endless aftertaste.
His face suddenly turned red involuntarily, as red as Guan Yunchang. The words he had originally thought of were completely forgotten, and he had no choice but to lower his head and remain silent.
Liu Xiaomu raised her slender lips and saluted Qidou and others who were guarding the place in front of the palace: "The Fang team is right, all generals have worked hard! The slave family has gone and returned, only to save the people in my sect, and will never act recklessly."
Killing. I hope it will be convenient for you to let the three of me enter the palace."
As soon as Liu Xiaomu finished speaking, Liu Dingchen, who was also disheveled, followed closely and said with a smile: "Yes! Yes! We will not fight when we go in, but just try to break up the fight. After all, too much killing will harm the peace of the world. Hehehehe!"
Fang Qidou understood the intention of the three people at a glance, and immediately waved his hand, turned around, and walked aside to enjoy the cool air.
The archers and horsemen under his command immediately understood, put away the horizontal swords and halberds that were blocking the way, and made way for a long and narrow path. Yang Zhaoxi, Liu Xiaomu, and Liu Dingchen ran in one after another without further delay, and entered the main hall after a while.
The tables in the hall were overturned, and cups, plates, and bowls were scattered all over the floor. They were trampled on the animal-patterned lichen and left a mess everywhere.
Li Xiaoman is wearing a pair of embroidered shoes, stepping on three stacked curly tables. Her plain clothes are hanging down, and her delicate body is light. She really looks like the fairy Lingbo!
A pair of catkins each hold a pair of double dragon sticks, sometimes pointing to the left, sometimes waving to the right. Surrounding her are the protective Dharma kings, missionary envoys, and disciples, all of whom are in tacit understanding, forming a formation that looks like a long-legged spider.
Method - Eight-legged silk formation.
Most spiders have eight legs. They are very agile when running away, spinning, hunting, and seeking pleasure. This formation imitates the habits of spiders. The ends of the eight legs are also very flexible, and when they move and rotate, they are more like walking among the spider webs.
Dodge, be uncertain about left and right, and unpredictable, making it difficult for the besieging enemy to grasp. If you are not careful, you will be entangled by the "long legs". If you rely on more to attack, you will be killed on the spot.
Wang Che, the general of the mail guard, actually threw away his flying claws, hung himself half on a palace pillar, and loudly sang and shouted military orders. There were many people in the mail guard and camp guards, and they surrounded the "eight-legged silk formation"
The water was blocked. However, they broke in several times in accordance with the military orders, but were scattered and entangled by the eight legs of the formation. They killed the soldiers with their armor and dragging them, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere. In the end, they left behind the corpses of their comrades and fled one after another. All of them were covered in glory and their hearts were filled with fear.
On the other hand, the "Eight-Legged Silk Array" is actually about counterattack and defense, waiting for work. Even if there are occasional casualties, the wounded and corpses will be relayed back to the array by the believers, and the guardians and missionaries will be responsible for taking care of them.
The entire formation is not mysterious at first sight, but the most commendable thing is that all the defenders are not afraid of death, and they are as brave as arms. Wherever the little barbarians point their short sticks, they will wave their weapons without hesitation and attack.
, even if the opponent is strong, they must still risk their lives to create opportunities for other believers to encircle and kill them.
After two cups of tea, Wang Zhe saw that more than 30% of the armored guards in Taiwei Palace had been killed or injured, so he ordered an siege but not an attack. Only when the Zoroastrian followers tried to break out, he gathered people and horses, blocked the way, and fought until the believers retreated.
The two parties were at loggerheads for a while.
In addition, Li Changyuan, with one man and one sword, easily defeated Shi Xiaoren, Lin Yunbo and several other Taoist priests, and frightened a group of people who were ready to make a move. In less than half a stick of incense, the people in the palace who wanted to flatter Taiwei Palace remained silent, and there was no one.
Dare to come out and make trouble again.
Xiping County Prince Shu Yao and Henan Yin Xiaojing took this opportunity, escorted by a group of military generals, to stick to the wall of the main hall and quietly stay away from the fierce fighting. They felt that leaving in such a dejected manner was detrimental to their official authority.
, they had no choice but to surround themselves near the palace gate in order to evacuate at any time if the situation turned bad.
Liu Xiaomu entered first and didn't look sideways. Even though her brothers Shu Yao and Xiao Jing were nearby, it wasn't worth her to take a look.
Seeing that Xiaoman was leading his followers to form a formation to resist, he was calm and commanding, and there were not many casualties among the followers who came with him, so he was greatly relieved. He turned back to look at Yang Chaoxi with a smile and said: "Little Taoist! Today we are doing this.
'Middleman', please start well and end well, and stop everyone."
Yang Zhaoxi entered the hall, his eyes couldn't help but search, and soon he saw his master Li Changyuan who was still sitting upright.
Seeing that the master's face was as normal and he was nodding and smiling at him, he felt a little more confident in his heart, and immediately shouted loudly: "Everyone! If we are in harmony, we will both stand, and if we fight, we will both be hurt. Please stop!"
The two opposing parties in the hall were startled when they heard the words, and couldn't help but follow the words. The sharp-eyed Zoroastrian believers had already discovered the returning saint Liu Xiaomu, and they were all overjoyed. The iron rope, horizontal knife, golden scale pole, and flail were in their hands.
Sticks and other weapons are hanging down one after another, and they have to hold their hands together to make a flame and walk together in the ceremony of the holy fire.
Tianji Protector Qin Xiangchu and other Zoroastrian leaders also had ups and downs in their hearts. They thought that Wang Jin had calculated things in his mind, and that the holy girl would be in bad luck. The Zoroastrian cult would be able to escape today, but most of them would be killed or injured. Who knew that things would turn around at this moment, and everyone's faces would be affected?
All showed enthusiasm.
Xiaoman's eyes were red and wet, and a trace of grievance finally appeared on his originally resolute face. If it were not in full view, he would burst into tears. Two pairs of double dragon sticks in his hands were overlapped on the jade neck, and he just wanted to jump off and curl his feet.
He threw the case into the holy aunt's arms.
At this moment, a loud shout broke out in the hall: "Armored guards, listen to the order! Charge and kill!!"
"Here——"
The mail guards responded with a roar, their momentum was like a rainbow.
The military orders are like mountains, and they must be obeyed, just like what is engraved in the minds of these mail guards. Although they are afraid in their hearts, they still raise their barrier knives and horizontal knives in their hands, and slash at the lax believers. !
Xiaoman's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly waved his stick and exclaimed: "Come out from the Qian position, retreat from the Kan position! Lure the enemy from the Xun position, but don't move from the Zhen position. Respond from the side..."
Accompanied by seven or eight miserable screams, the Zoroastrian disciples each stabilized their positions, followed Xiaoman's instructions, and started the eight-legged silk formation again. In an instant, the shouts of killing were endless, and the swords were screaming in unison, which was even worse than when they first fought. Be intense.
Everyone did not listen to the advice, and Yang Zhaoxi looked embarrassed, and was even more panicked. Suddenly he noticed the heavy Yingying Sword on his back, and he immediately got quick wits, drew his sword, and pointed it at an overturned curled case in front of him. Fill both arms and slash out with one sword.
"Crack! Bang, bang, bang, bang..."
The foot-rolling case let out a loud wail and immediately fell into pieces. The broken wood seemed to explode and fell into the fiercely fighting crowd, which immediately attracted shouts and curses.
Everyone on both sides looked at the "culprit", but they saw the little Taoist holding the Shadow Sword high and shouting to everyone: "Stop it! Wang Che, do you recognize this ancient sword? It is the envoy of the royal palace just now. He led a group of monks and nuns to ambush the holy aunt outside the temple, but was defeated by the holy aunt.
The two parties met today and broke up unhappy, both because Taiwei Palace did not believe what they said. Now the palace envoy has been injured and returned to the palace. It will be war or peace in the future. Let's see how Taiwei Palace explains to the officials and people of Luoyang! Wang Zhe, you Why don’t you quickly withdraw your troops and retreat?”
Wang Che sneered and said: "Young man! Why do you have a red mouth and white teeth, so you want me to listen to your nonsense? I'll fight you first before you talk!"
Before he finished speaking, a Mo Dao roared in the wind and slashed across Yang Chaoxi's neck.
Yang Zhaoxi felt relieved immediately when she saw that his sword skills were sharp and not fancy at all, but that he was able to crawl around in the battle formation and use the world-famous sword technique "Shen Tong Si Ye Dao".
When he was still studying in Shangqingguan, he often competed with senior brother Bai Lingzi Zhuang Wanguan on this sword technique, and he was familiar with every move. After coming down the mountain, he met Zong Wanxiong, the aide of the Cui Mansion, and set up the Modao team. The sword techniques used by Chen Gu, Xiong Qiantu, the leader of the "Yan Xia League" and others are all from this set of "Supernatural Succession Swords". However, they have different masters and different physical strength, so the feeling of using them is slightly different. different.
The current Wang Che's sword skills, moves, and strength were the most exquisite ones he had ever seen. However, although his sword skills were unparalleled, when Yang Chaoxi encountered him, he hit the muzzle of the gun.
Yang Chaoxi saw the blade approaching, but did not dodge. He waved his hand and put away the Shadow Sword, then Shi Shiran took off the fly whisk from his waist, dodged away, raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Why don't you use your ring-head sword? If we use this Mo Dao, I'm afraid we will lose even faster."
Wang Zhe became angry and struck again: "Young man, just talk nonsense. Your body will be dismembered later, but don't blame me for not collecting your body for you!"
Yang Zhaoxi avoided it lightly, flicked the fly whisk, raised his feet and continued: "Otherwise, let's make a bet. If Xiao Dao's skills are not as good as others, I will be killed by your sword; but if Xiao Dao uses this whisk to win you, you will take you with me." How about leaving this place as soon as possible for the armored guards?"
Wang Zhe was extremely angry and laughed back: "Okay! I'll let you die in peace and watch the sword!"