The moist wind is getting warmer and the dark clouds are getting higher.
The boundless rain curtain began to become slender and clear. Looking at each other through the rain, we could already see each other's features clearly.
Prince Shu Yao of Xiping County shook his short beard and laughed heartily. Behind him, hundreds of soldiers were recruited and lined up to wait.
The first hundred-man team from south to north, holding large and small crossbows, loaded arrows into the slots, and aimed at Yanmen County Prince Tian Chengsi and his vassal soldiers. Once any movement is detected, hundreds of crossbows and arrows can be fired in an instant, no matter how powerful the vassal soldiers are.
, there will also be heavy casualties.
The second team of 100 soldiers each held a throwing spear. The spear shaft was cut from a bamboo branch and equipped with awls on both ends. These 100 soldiers took a reverse lunge, leaned back, and pointed the head of the spear diagonally into the sky, preparing to throw it.
The third hundred-man team had all the swords around their waists unsheathed. A hundred frost blades hung at their sides. When they were gently turned, the cold light was dazzling and breathtaking. The so-called cluster of knives was nothing more than this.
Tian Chengsi's eyes were sinister as he looked at the military formation behind Ge Shu Yao. His right cheek couldn't help but twitch a few times, and suddenly he squeezed out a sneer: "General Ge Shu, is this how you treat guests?"
Ge Shu Yao Shi Shiran took a few steps forward, with his left hand hovering a pair of dragon tendon catalpa walnuts, with a dark red pulp and crystal clear jade. His right hand was stroking the handle of the knife, which was inlaid with gold and jade. He rubbed it until it was shiny.
Learn.
He raised his eyes slightly and said: "The visitor may not be a guest! Tian Gong dared to lead his troops directly into Luoyang without a sage's decree and without knowing the general. If it weren't for my good memory, I would have remembered that the Jizhou rebellion had been put down for several years. Only
I'm afraid that the whole camp will be out at this time, and they will treat you as thieves and surround and kill them all."
Tian Chengsi knew that when he followed An Lushan, he captured the Luoyang area, burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil deeds. The people of the Central Plains hated him deeply. Therefore, he entered the city for many days and kept it secret to avoid being scorned by the officials and people of Luoyang. To this day, "
"Rushui Sword Stele" appeared in the world, and it appeared on its own to ensure that it was safe. We must seize this stele at any cost and transport it out of the city as soon as possible and send it to Weizhou.
At this moment, Ge Shu Yao hit the mark, implying that he was leading troops to Shendu and intending to rebel, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat:
If this matter is known to the saint, he only needs to draft an edict to deprive him of several ranks, positions, titles, and honors, and he will be put into a dilemma-either to accept the situation, or to rebel. If he wants to endure the humiliation and seek safety,
, not only will his majesty be wiped out in the future, and it will be difficult to raise his head again, but he will also have to be at the mercy of the imperial court in everything; but if he resists the imperial court, the Zhu family of Youzhou and the Li family of Chengde will definitely take advantage of the situation and use it as an opportunity for the imperial court to quell the rebellion.
His huge town of Weibo was completely divided.
After some weighing, the coldness on Tian Chengsi's face disappeared, and he laughed and said: "General Geshu is joking! These vassal soldiers around me are part of the 'Tianxiong Guard' in Weibo Town, and they mainly protect
I am Zhou Quan, not a man for war. As for the two teams over there, one is Taiwei Palace's armored guards, and the other is a bad guard who came from nearby Wuhou Pu. The three teams merged together, just to avoid calling this 'Rushui'
The sword tablet 'has fallen into the hands of a wanderer!"
Ge Shuyao immediately got off the donkey along the slope, stroked his cheek and said with a smile: "That's great! I must have misunderstood Mr. Tian. Since we have already recruited soldiers for our camp, we don't need to worry about the troublesome things of suppressing the stragglers!"
Mr. Tian can go back to the post house to rest for a while. After finishing the work here, I will hold a banquet with Mr. Tian to eat and drink with him and chat with him as landlords!"
Tian Chengsi was determined to get the stele, so how could he be dismissed with a few words? He immediately smiled and said: "I have already made it clear just now that I am here just to share the saint's worries! General Geshu has blocked you in every possible way, is it because he is afraid that I will steal your head?
achievement?"
Ge Shuyao turned his head and looked at Xiao Jing, Li Changyuan, Yuchi Yuan and others who were stroking their beards silently, with a slightly serious look on his face and said: "This general has been highly regarded by the saints and has been guarding Luoyang for many years. Whether it is internal troubles or foreign troubles, there are always disturbances in the city.
It is my responsibility to get up. People who live as guests of Mr. Tian must know the principle of 'the guest follows the host's will', and I hope you don't make it difficult for me!"
When Tian Chengsi saw that he refused to give in, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared and he said in a deep voice: "If this king is determined to take away this 'Rushui Sword Monument', what will happen to General Geshu?"
Ge Shu Yao was already angry and said in a cold voice: "If this is the case, I will be offended..."
As the two of them spoke, the air suddenly became cold. The rain that had gradually stopped suddenly became heavy again, crackling on the armor and among the mud and grass, making the surface of the canal become restless.
A fierce battle is about to break out.
The mountain road is winding and covered with trees. The skylight and cloud shadows gradually darken.
Even the wind disappeared, and the valley and forest began to be filled with sweltering heat. Yang ran for several miles and came down the mountain, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. The long undershirt clung to his body, not to mention how awkward it was.
As far as the eye can see, the grass and trees are lush. Under the rocky slopes, there are neat ridges of fields. The summer wheat is green and has begun to ear; the bean sprouts are short and sparsely scattered in the field, revealing stains of soil. The green seedlings high and low all spread their leaves toward the sky.
, as if praying for rain.
Beyond the green crops, there are scattered raised barren hills and a slightly undulating city wall. Within the city wall is the entire city of Luoyang.
Yang Chaoxi had no intention of admiring the scenery, and was preoccupied with the revenge of killing his father. Under the influence of the light skill of "Crossing the River with a Reed", his feet connected together, and his body was like the wind, and he was faster than the wild fox and cunning rabbit.
The innate and acquired Qi waves in the body are rushing and pouring into the legs, with an endless supply. Although the belly is empty and sweating like rain, I don't feel tired at all. In the distance, the city wall is in sight, and the familiar people in the streets are making noises and horses neighing.
, seemed to gradually appear in his ears again, making him feel a little more at ease.
The fields, ridges, and hills are not all green. There are dilapidated huts, lonely graves, and the Insect King Temple, Mountain Temple, and Fox Temple donated by the villagers in the countryside... They are all part of the ignorant villagers.
kind of sustenance.
When passing by a certain ruined temple, Yang Zhaoxi felt an indescribable rancid smell coming from the ruined temple. He immediately turned slightly to avoid it.
However, after running for a few steps, I suddenly remembered that this putrid smell was different from that of dead birds and animals. It was actually the unique corpse smell of the dead.
More than half a month ago, he went to work as a "body broker" with the old beggar dragon in the field. He also witnessed the so-called "holy burial ceremony" of Zoroastrianism. He had a particularly deep memory of this stench.
At that moment, I couldn't control my curiosity, so I covered my mouth and nose with my sleeves, and ran towards the place where the smell came from.
A few breaths later, Yang Zhaoxi stopped in front of a dilapidated temple. The pillars of the temple were slightly rotten, the rafters were rotten, and the door grilles and window lattice were covered with cobwebs. The cobwebs were also covered with dust, and the bodies of several insects were stuck to the web, dangling slightly.
, although dead, still alive.
Yang Zhaoxi searched briefly in the grass in front of the temple and found several broken stone slabs. The cracks were still new and not mottled. It was thought that they had been abandoned here recently.
Near the stone slab, there are several stumps and broken arms scattered around. The muscles have rotted away, leaving only messy sleeves and crotch tubes, wrapped with pale hand bones or foot bones. The stench comes from these stumps and broken arms.
issue.
While he was frowning, a bunch of thin lavender petals fell from the top of his head. A faint fragrance penetrated his nose and entered his lungs, which instantly diluted the stench a lot.
Looking up, he saw Liu Xiaomu standing firmly on the owl's kiss with her hands raised and her head raised. One hand was lifting the pale-faced Luo Changqing, while the other hand was holding the small Qiankun bag, with the mouth of the bag facing towards
Below, the petals are shaking out from the mouth of the bag, seemingly endless.
Yang Zhaoxi suddenly became a little frustrated: he thought that he had left her far behind in his rush. Now he found out that not only had she been following behind him, but she was also carrying a big living person and could still walk silently.
, without being noticed at all. This "free and easy control of the wind" Qinggong attainment is really beyond his reach.
"Miss Xiaomu, what kind of flower is this? It smells bland and tasteless at first, but gradually it turns out to be sweet and unique, and it actually covers up the smell of corpses."
Yang Chaoxi thought that she couldn't argue with her just now, so she got angry and left. Knowing that she was wrong, she quickly found something to say.
Liu Xiaomu immediately jumped down from the kiss and landed in front of Yang Zhaoxi, as if all the previous unhappiness had been forgotten.
She smiled brightly and said: "The little Taoist priest has good taste and actually knows the beauty of this flower! Cluck... This flower is famously called 'iris', which is a flower and tree that my aunt has always loved. In Xiong'er Mountain, iris bushes are not uncommon.
, it’s just that you went a little early and didn’t catch up with its flowering period.”
Yang Zhaoxi was immediately hooked into a painful spot again, with a bit of bitterness on his face. If it weren't for Lin'er's sister wanting to marry someone else, how could he be so distracted and crazy that he ran around wildly? By a strange combination of circumstances, he ran into the Xiong'er Mountains.
Spring and summer came one after another, and it was the time to go out and enjoy flowers. But he had just experienced a love affair, and was shocked to hear about his father's hatred, so he had long lost all these elegant tastes and interests.
Turning around to look, Luo Changqing, who was being supported by Liu Xiaomu, was swaying, as if he was exhausted. He couldn't help but said: "Miss Xiaomu, since you have escaped from Zoroastrianism, how are you going to deal with this Protector Luo?"
Liu Xiaomu muttered: "Looking at his virtue, it is natural that he should be given to a doctor to treat his injuries first. When he is more flexible, he can go wherever he likes!"
Yang Zhaoxi's face darkened: "If he wants to pester my mother again, should we just let him go?"
Liu Xiaomu shrugged and said, "My legs are long on his body. How can I have so much free time to care where he goes? Besides, Aunt Lu is alone in the village. How do you know that she is willing to die alone like this?"
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Upon hearing this suddenly, Yang Chaoxi heard a "boom" in his head, like a muffled thunder explosion, and he was speechless for a long time.
Liu Xiaomu said it unintentionally, but his heart was like a turmoil. He had only one thought over and over again: Does his mother really hate Uncle Luo Shi? Or she still felt that the world was unpredictable, that she had already fallen over the water and would never be able to return to the past, so she pretended to be heartless.
…
After thinking about my widowed mother, I naturally thought about my father who died young, and the hatred in my heart became more and more uncontrollable. Then he said with bloodshot eyes: "Miss Xiaomu, I still have my father's revenge to avenge, let's just say goodbye!"
Liu Xiaomu had just supported Chang Qing and leaned against a pillar in front of the ruined temple. When he saw Yang Zhaoxi walking, he immediately ducked and stopped in front of him. He chuckled and said, "I was not paying attention just now and told you to run away."
, now you still want to do the same thing again?"
Yang Chaoxi said angrily: "Get out of the way! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude..."
"Oh? The little Taoist priest has a good temper!"
Liu Xiaomu's phoenix eyes were curved and she was smiling, but she refused to give in. "Auntie, I want to see what it looks like when the little Taoist priest is so rude."
Yang Chaoxi was extremely angry. He suddenly pulled out the Shadow Bearing Sword behind him and stabbed him straight.
This stab may seem ordinary, but he is determined and focused to the extreme. In addition, the Shadow Bearing Sword is inherently magical. As soon as the sword is released, the shadow of the sword disappears, leaving only a slight sword sound scattered in the wind, making it difficult for people to detect.
Liu Xiaomu was originally a demon cultivator, and her six senses were naturally far superior to those of human beings, so she was unable to clearly see the trajectory of this sword! Only when the sword edge came close to her heart, she suddenly felt a chill coming, threatening to penetrate her chest.
. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he did not dodge it and accepted it calmly.
When the tip of the sword penetrated the jacket and touched the layer of silk inside, it stopped and refused to advance any further.
The sword holder's cheeks were already slightly red. He hurriedly sheathed the sword, turned his back, calmed his mind and said: "Miss Xiaomu, I respect you as a Taoist friend, and I don't want to kill you. If you insist on stopping me, I will only
I’m afraid that after hundreds of years of practice, I will stop where I am today.”
Liu Xiaomu smiled knowingly: "The little Taoist's swordsmanship is good! He abandons the complicated and the Tao is simple. It's a pity that he has swordsmanship but no murderous intention. It is absolutely impossible to kill me. For one thing, you must have remembered how your aunt treated you just now.
The advantage is that I can't bear to thrust in. Secondly, even if you are willing to thrust in, how can my aunt, who has been practicing Taoism for six hundred years, not be able to dodge your sword? Geez!"
Yang Zhaoxi turned his back to her, but his cheeks were already red.
It turned out that he had stabbed Liu Xiaomu in the chest without thinking about it carefully. When the sword reached Liu Xiaomu's heart, he suddenly remembered the snow-white scene that he had accidentally seen under the cherry tree in Shendu Garden that day. His heart was instantly confused, and the sword in his hand was even more lost.
I lost my strength and refused to stab him again.
After a long time, Yang Chaoxi coughed again and said: "I must avenge you. Why are you trying to stop me in every possible way? I don't believe you are willing to listen to my mother like this. You must stop me and not allow me to hurt Guan Dashi in the slightest."
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"The little Taoist priest is really smart!"
Liu Xiaomu smiled and clapped his hands and said, "I have nothing to do with whether Guan Dashi should be killed or kept. It's just that there is something more important right now, waiting for you to do. When this matter is over, you can go find Guan Dashi and ask questions.
How did he harm your father? It's not too late to do anything again."
Yang Zhaoxi turned around: "What's so important? Why are you involved?"
Liu Xiaomu smiled mysteriously: "Just follow me."
After saying that, he ignored him. He picked up Luo Changqing in front of the temple, stepped onto the stone platform, and pushed the door open.
"Zhiyo——"
The door of the ruined temple has been opened, revealing half of the huge clay sculpture.