Chang Sun Sheng stood up and told Lan Ling everything about how Chu Yunfei fought with Sa Bodhi, how he was captured by Sa Bodhi, and how he later escaped from Yanmen Pass. Lan Ling remained silent.
She listened quietly, with a trace of hesitation in her eyes. After a long time, she nodded and said: "So, Li Yuan dared to collude with the Turks and have evil intentions?"
Changsun Sheng said: "I don't dare to speak falsely, but Li Sima is acting suspiciously. I hope the princess will be more careful. I love the broken jaw."
Lan Ling hummed, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then asked: "General Changsun doesn't know how many people there are in Yanmen Pass now?"
Changsun Sheng looked ashamed and lowered his head and said: "To be honest with the princess, I am in a hurry to escape from Yanmen Pass. I don't know very clearly about the layout of the troops in Yanmen Pass. I don't even know General Yuwenshu's life and death intentions.
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Lan Ling nodded and said: "General Changsun, Li Sima has no less than one hundred thousand elites under his command, and there are no less than one million Turkic soldiers outside Yanmen Pass. Even if all of our one hundred thousand soldiers enter Yanmen Pass, we may not be able to defend it."
Chang Sun Sheng nodded. Lan Ling was right. With just 100,000 soldiers, it might not be easy to capture Yanmen Pass and repel the Turks.
After Lanling pondered for a moment, he said to Changsun Sheng: "General Changsun, since you are here, I will leave these 100,000 soldiers in charge of you first. I want to go to meet the sage Saboti to see if I can rescue the emperor.
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Changsun Sheng was shocked and said: "Princess, this is impossible! If we really want to save the emperor, it will be the last time we go. Princess must not go."
Lan Ling remained calm and said calmly: "General Changsun, I have decided on this matter. You, General Ye, and Miss Li will jointly lead the soldiers to set up camp to guard against the sudden attack of the Turkic soldiers. I will handle the emperor's affairs."
With that said, Lan Ling got on his horse and galloped towards the sergeant.
Chu Yunfei lay quietly on the ground, doing exercises to heal his injuries. The dungeon was pitch dark. Chu Yunfei didn't know how much time had passed. He slowly used his inner breath to move slowly in his body.
, although the body was still weak, the soul of the Shura Sword began to roar non-stop.
Chu Yunfei understood in his heart that with such inner breath, if he fought with Saboti, he would still die. However, if he could fight to the death with Saboti, even if he died in battle, it would be better than living without death.
He couldn't help shouting around him, but there was no reply. Apparently, he didn't know when Sathuti had quietly left.
Chu Yunfei tried several times, but after all, there was no sound from Sa Bodhi, so he had to give up, light up the fire stick on his body, and carefully look at the underground dungeon.
Chu Yunfei could clearly see that this was a square house. He stretched out his hand to push around and touched it lightly with his scabbard. He found that the walls on all sides were made of thick steel without any gaps.
There are thick iron walls above the head, which are obviously very strong.
Chu Yunfei was a little frustrated. With his current skill and physical condition, he couldn't break open the cage and escape.
He sighed, had no choice but to hold back, and sat down cross-legged.
Sa Bodhi looked at the relic in front of him quietly, his brows slightly wrinkled.
This relic obviously contains extremely abundant energy, but for some unknown reason, Sa Bodhi was unable to attract the energy from it.
Sa Bodhi was very smart since he was a child, and later he studied under the turkic holy shaman. Although he was only in his twenties, his inner breath cultivation was as good as anyone in the world, and his understanding of inner breath cultivation was even better.
Far surpassing his peers, he became the saint of the Turks after the shaman. After the shaman ascended to heaven, looking at the whole territory of the Turks, no one could withstand the blow of Sa Bodhi.
But Sa Bodhi had no idea what to do with this relic. She tried her best, but she still couldn't draw out the energy aura from this relic.
She heard Chu Yunfei's voice, but she didn't say yes after all, with a faint smile on her lips.
The emperor of the Sui Dynasty was at the end of his life, and his life was in danger. It must have been because of the Shura Sword. According to ancient legends, this Shura Sword was born from Tuyezi's violent energy, and was trained by countless generations of masters.
The cultivation of a violent spirit is indeed extraordinary. Even though Saboti's cultivation is advanced, he cannot block the blow of the Shura Sword. If Chu Yunfei's body had not been exhausted, he would not have been able to defeat him.
Sa Bodhi's footsteps moved slightly and he ducked away into the distance.
Lan Ling was dressed in black clothes and stared at the building in front of her quietly. This was the first time she came outside Yanmen Pass. She did not expect that there would be such a magnificent building in the Turks.
This is a tower-like building. Viewed from a distance, it looks majestic and solemn, somewhat like a temple in the Central Plains.
Lan Ling did not ask anyone else, but relied on the energy energy in the relics to pursue all the way. Finally, in this tower-like building, he clearly felt the energy fluctuations of the relics. Yes, Chu Yunfei
right here.
Lan Ling stared at the tower quietly, hesitating in his heart. Should he really go in like this? How should he face Chu Yunfei? Thinking of this, Lan Ling had mixed feelings, and his eyes were filled with tears in the blink of an eye.
A beautiful voice came from the tower: "Where are you coming from, sister? Where are you going? The desert is vast and the climate is extremely cold. Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea to quench your thirst and take a nap?"
A smile appeared on Lan Ling's face. What should come will come eventually. Even if he hesitates again, he still has to face it.
She let go of her arms, moved her steps gently, and walked into the tower.
The hall was completely empty, with no one around. Lan Ling stood in the hall and said calmly: "If a friend comes from afar, and the host doesn't show up to meet him, how is it the principle of hospitality?"
The voice of the saint Saboti said: "Sister, don't be surprised. I have to change my clothes and put on makeup. How can I dare to come out to meet guests if I have unkempt hair and face?"
Lan Ling lowered his eyebrows and said calmly: "Why do you have to be polite, sister? Just by listening to my sister's voice, I know that she is a peerless beauty. She is naturally beautiful. Why does she need makeup?"
The girl's voice giggled and said: "Sister, what you say is so nice, but what kind of beauty do I think I am? Only someone like my sister can be considered a peerless beauty, the one who can conquer the country."
Following the words, the figure of the saint Saboti slowly appeared at the top of the stairs, walking towards Lanling with a bright smile.
There are not many beauties in this world. The two of them looked at each other with a look of amazement in their eyes. There are such beauties in this world!
Sa Bodhi said: "China is a country with vast resources, great people, and it can give birth to a beautiful woman like my sister. I feel pity for you, let alone this old slave?"
Lan Ling said lightly: "Who am I? I slept in the cold weather in the Western Region, but I gave birth to a peerless person like my sister. It is really the magic clock of fortune, the aura of heaven and earth, and the graceful bells of heaven, all concentrated on my sister."
Sa Bodhi smiled slightly, turned around and walked down the stairs lightly, stood at the table, smiled, poured a cup of tea for Lan Ling, held it gently with both hands, handed it to Lan Ling, and said softly: "Sister, you have come all the way, why don't you come back?"
Please drink this cup to quench your thirst."
Lan Ling said: "Thank you very much, sister."
As he said that, Lan Ling stretched out his hands forward, and the tea cup in Sa Bodhi's hand flew flatly towards Lan Ling. The movement was gentle and there was no domineering force at all.
Lan Ling stretched out his hands forward, as if an invisible force was holding the tea cup, slowly floating towards Lan Ling.
Lan Ling's face turned pale, and the tea cup moved slower and slower. Finally, it gently touched Lan Ling's palm. Lan Ling was slightly shocked, and then held the tea cup in his hand.
Sa Bodhi's eyes trembled slightly, and he chuckled and said: "Sister, please drink."
As he said that, he looked at Lan Ling with a pair of pretty eyes, full of eagerness.
Lan Ling raised the cup, put it to his nose and sniffed it gently: "Good tea. I never thought there could be such good tea in the land beyond the Great Wall."
As he spoke, he picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.
After Lanling finished drinking the tea, he stretched out his hand and pushed the cup forward gently, and the tea cup flew back into Sa Bodhi's hand.
Saboti took the tea cup and sighed: "Where is the tea from the Western Regions? This is the tea ceremony culture of the great country of China. Everything is shipped from there. How can China, a vast country, be beyond the capabilities of my small Western Region?
Achievable?"
After saying that, Saboti stood up, turned around and walked towards the top of the tower, saying: "Sister, I remembered that you were meeting someone. I wonder if I would be interested?"
Lan Ling's heart moved slightly, and he followed Sa Bodhi to the top of the building.
The two came to the top of the tower. Saboti pointed to a mountain top in the distance and said: "Sister, have you seen that mountain? Under that mountain peak, there is a dungeon, and all the people in it are imprisoned.
I am a Turkic criminal who committed the most heinous crimes. Recently, my sister brought someone from the Sui Dynasty and put him in that dungeon."
Lan Ling turned to look at Sa Bodhi. She understood that Sa Bodhi had already known her intention, but Lan Ling did not expect that Chu Yunfei would be imprisoned so far away. In this way, the relic was in Sa Bodhi.
on the body.
Saboti slowly turned his head, looked at Lan Ling, smiled slightly and said, "Sister, are you here for this person?"
Lan Ling snorted softly from his nostrils and said, "Since you already know, why bother asking me?"
Sa Bodhi smiled slightly and said: "Sister, don't be angry. I don't know whether my guess is accurate, so I asked my sister for advice."
As he said that, Saboti looked Lan Ling up and down with his pretty eyes and said: "My sister is so beautiful and has such martial arts. If you look around the world, you can't find anyone else. I dare to ask if my sister is the most beautiful Princess Lan of the Sui Dynasty."
Sister Ling?"
Lan Ling raised her eyebrows slightly. She couldn't imagine that Sa Bodhi, as a master outside the Great Wall, could guess her own identity. This person was really paying close attention to the affairs of the Sui Dynasty.
Now that the other party revealed his identity, Lan Ling no longer concealed it. He nodded and said, "Now that my sister has guessed it, I will tell you straight away that I am Lan Ling. I came here this time just to meet my brother."