Chapter 38 Chapter 8: Qingying Fenghua

"Cang Cang!" At the same time as Xiao Huan's call came from his ear, the blue sword shadow passed through the crimson even faster, and fell to the ground with a clang buzzing and interlaced sword light. Before the cold blade stabbed, the crimson long sword was knocked down by the broad knife cut from my side, and the two swords flew away at the same time, and they were only "bang" nailed into the ground ten feet away. At the critical moment, it was Xiao Huan who snatched the broadsword of the imperial guard beside him, and knocked away the long sword thrown by Ersen.

His face was pale after shock and anger, and Xiao Huan's deep pupils shot a cold light: "E Sen, you are letting yourself go." I took a deep breath, and still had some lingering fears. Just now Ersen threw the long sword in his hand and hit me. The speed was too fast and too unexpected. Although I can't say that I can't avoid it at all, but if Xiao Huan Jianji quickly blocked the sword with a knife, and it was inevitable that I would be stabbed and injured. Ersen didn't care about the blow just now, he raised his head and laughed long: "Oh? Then how does His Majesty Deyou plan to punish me?"

Concentrating his eyes slightly, Xiao Huan only paused for a moment, then raised his finger to the long sword that fell more than ten feet away: "Pick up your sword." After being stunned for a moment, I finally came to my senses: "Brother Xiao!" Looking back at me, he smiled comfortingly: "It's okay, Cang Cang." Even though he said that, I was also very anxious. Seeing that he had turned over and got off the horse calmly, I quickly got off and grabbed his waist: "Brother Xiao, don't!" Over there, Er Sen had dismounted and picked up the long sword, holding the sword in one hand, with a slight smile on his face, looking towards this side with great interest.

No matter the faint sarcasm in his smile or the look of watching a good show, I just want to stop Xiao Huan who is beside me. His intention in what he said just now...was to fight Ersen...not to mention that his internal strength had already been exhausted, and his current body would definitely not be able to withstand the toss. Shi Yan and Hong Qing, who put away their swords at the side, also became anxious, but they didn't dare to speak without Xiao Huan's order, and looked at this side anxiously. He put his arm around my shoulder and patted it lightly, Xiao Huan looked down at me and smiled: "Cang Cang, I won't be careless."

The panic that filled my heart calmed down a little in his peaceful voice. I didn't doubt Xiao Huan's inability to subdue Ersen, nor did I think he acted carelessly. It's just that the feeling that he would lose him at any time back then was almost carved into his bones.The last time Su Qian's poison dart was just knocked down in front of him, I felt like I had rolled out of purgatory, leaving only a burst of coldness all over my body.Now he has to face Esen alone... Seeing me laughing, his voice still contained a touch of warmth, but there was an undeniable silence: "Cang Cang, just wait for me here." He smiled at me with his head down, and he gently shook my hand, "It's okay .”

He has always been like this, no matter how much he fears and opposes, he can always make others trust him. Even though it has been so many years away from the rivers and lakes and killings, even Bai Chifan back then has long been a legend. When he looked at me like that, I still couldn't argue back. Raising my head, I also smiled at him, let go of his hand, took a light breath, turned around and stepped aside. He raised his head lightly, and nodded to Hong Qing: "Hong Qing, let me borrow your sword." Hong Qing, who also had a worried expression on his face, wiped his face, walked sideways from Er Sen, held the sword to Xiao Huan with both hands, and finally bowed his head and added: "Long Live Lord, please be careful."

Taking the sword from Hongqing with one hand, stroking the convex and concave pattern on the sword body with his slender fingers, turning his wrist slightly, Xiao Huan has already drawn out the long sword. Like the fluorescence used by Shi Yan in the past, Hong Qing's sword is also the famous sword Bi Ye handed down by the fourth family of the founding of the country. Standing sideways in the open space where the cold wind suddenly blew up, the corners of the green robe fluttered in the wind, Xiao Huan did not raise his head to look at Er Sen who was opposite him, but lightly stroked Qing Dun's sword in his hand with his fingers, and said in a cold voice: "Thirty Years ago, your father Tu'e came back from the front of Datong City, and what happened to you today is the same." He said indifferently, "Esen, you are just a clown, competing in the Central Plains is just your wishful thinking."

"Infatuation?" Esen laughed loudly, holding the long sword in his hand, "Okay, very good." He raised the crimson sword in his hand, raised his long eyebrows, and said loudly, "Then use your sword to wake up today." I!" As soon as the words fell, the sword in his hand was already like a shadow of snow and light, and the sword slashed, piercing the air and piercing the wind, humming endlessly. Xiao Huan's figure only moved for a moment, the flowing clear light met the crimson sword's edge, and with a crisp "ding", the attack was stopped.

For eight years, I never thought that I could see the brilliance of the long sword in Xiao Huan's hand again.The amazing and brilliant swordsmanship of the world has long been a myth in the memory of people in the Jianghu, for future generations to pass on and fascinate. Because those amazing clips are too far away, I occasionally think arrogantly, with my current marksmanship, is it a little close to Xiao Huan's martial arts level back then, with Muyan's increasingly proficient and invincible swordsmanship, isn't it? Can barely keep pace with Xiao Huan? Only today did I realize how outrageously arrogant I was.

In the shadow of the sword light and the sword, the blue clothes were fiercely facing the wind, and the brilliance flowing in the hands had already shaken the sky without moving a step. The cyan light in front of him intertwined with the crimson sword shadow, and the cold light intertwined, as cold as the wind. Er Sen's fierce offensive ended after a muffled sound, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out of his hand, and it was stabbed straight into the ground and shook violently with a hoarse hum. With Bi Ye hanging above Er Sen's throat, Xiao Huan sneered slightly: "How? Are you awake from the dream?"

His face was pale, and he looked at Xiao Huan in front of him without saying a word. Er Sen's light golden pupils suddenly shrank, and he raised his palm suddenly, and patted Xiao Huan's chest. In the light of the calcium carbide fire, my limbs stiffened instantly, and I didn't even have time to move my body. The palm of the hit was pierced by the sword edge with Qinghua, and the sword was swung obliquely, and the ear-piercing sound of the metacarpal bone breaking sounded. The muscles of Ersen's left hand had been picked out, blood gushed out, and the grass was scarlet. Shaking off the remaining blood drops on the long sword, Xiao Huan looked coldly. Blood flowed profusely from the palm of his hand, Er Sen pressed his left arm with his right hand, and gave a short laugh: "Your internal strength is gone...otherwise you can kill me at the twenty-first move." He raised his head and smiled, The face that was always in high spirits was already pale, he just looked at Xiao Huan, "It's really good, the person I fall in love with should be like this... Cough... Peerless in style..." Coughing while laughing, after finishing these words, he He actually coughed up a mouthful of blood, dripping on the autumn grass. Not only did the Tatars who came with Er Sen cause a commotion, but even I was stunned for a moment when I could see it clearly. Er Sen's internal injury was entirely caused by the palm he slapped Xiao Huan just now and forced himself to retract it. Inner strength is obtained by injuring the lungs by oneself. After a pause, Er Sen spat out the remaining blood in his mouth indifferently, and still smiled: "Even if you know that you have lost all your internal energy, I still can't bear to hurt you..." The cold expression remained unchanged, and the long sword hanging above Er Sen's head did not move at all. Xiao Huan looked at him indifferently. "It's just a pity..." Slowly supported the ground, stood up straight, Er Sen smiled, "I guess there is no chance in this life." "Xiaobai..." He let go of the hand that was pressing on the wound, and raised his blood-stained palm. From a distance away, the palm was lifted lightly. Looking at it from a distance, it turned out to be like touching Xiao Huan's cheek. gesture. Seeing him silently making such an action, Xiao Huan shot out a murderous intent from his deep double pupils, but the long sword in his hand still remained motionless. Watching quietly, I suddenly raised the musket in my hand and pointed it at Er Sen's chest: "Put down your hand, back away!" After speaking, before the people around could react, the bullets in the gun shot out. With a big laugh, he turned over to dodge the bullet. Ersen's figure was more than ten feet away, and the surrounding army slowly shrank and approached. Blood flowed from his left hand, and he jumped on his horse. Still defiant, pointing the way with a sword: "Let's go!" He turned his head immediately, his golden eyes were still looking at Xiao Huan, and he opened his mouth to say a word. After speaking of the long sword, he shot towards the army without looking back. The distance is not far away, although that sentence is not clear, it is almost inseparable. He is saying: "In the next life, you will be mine..." I was so angry that I immediately wanted to catch up with him and shoot him twice, waving my horsewhip and scolding: "Dream your spring and autumn dream! The next life is also mine! Everything is mine! I might as well kill you with one shot! Why should I deliberately kill you?" put……" It was only when he scolded here that he realized something was wrong, and hurriedly looked at Xiao Huan. He was afraid that he would have seen that the shot just now was me deliberately creating chaos to let Ersen escape, otherwise, with the sword in Xiao Huan's hand moving, Ersen would have died instead of alive. He smiled at me, but he didn't say anything, but returned the long sword in his sheath to Hong Qing's hand, and smiled: "The brilliance of Bi Ye is even more glorious than before, and there is absolutely no humiliation. Hong Qing, thank you for borrowing the sword." Having received the compliment, Hong Qing's usually lazy expression became a little excited, and he nodded with his sword in his hand: "Thank you, Long Live Lord." Looking at the soldiers of the two countries standing in a group not far away, Xiao Huan didn't have any waves on his face. The Tatars are brave and good at fighting, but at this disadvantage, they still fight barebacked.Even though Ersen has superb martial arts skills and excellent soldiers, firstly he was injured, and secondly, the Shenji Battalion known as the first battalion of the Imperial Army is by no means comparable to the ordinary cavalry battalion on the battlefield. The crowd receded one after another, and Ersen really wanted to break through, but he couldn't do it for a while. We were standing here, and the captain of the Shenji Camp brought a group of people over on horseback, dismounted and knelt down in front of Xiao Huan: "Swords and guns have no eyes to fear the holy driver, please the emperor to rest in the back of the camp." If you think about it, the musket is sharp, and Xiao Huan is standing here, and the soldiers who shoot nearby will inevitably be timid and afraid to fight the enemy with all their strength. Nodding his head, Xiao Huan got back on his horse and said to Shi Yan, "The accompanying battalion should be withdrawn." I also got on my horse and followed him, and a group of people left the valley from behind. The horse galloped to the top of the hill, and the fierce battle was in full swing on the plain below. Qu Ma stood side by side with Xiao Huan, and I immediately extended my hand to him: "Brother Xiao." He smiled lightly, and stretched out his hand to hold my hand. His hand was only cold since just now. After all, Ersen escaped, and after half a day of bloody battle, the cavalry guards around him were almost wiped out, and less than ten people rushed out of the encirclement with him. When night fell, the overall situation was finally settled. Na Hai died in battle, and Er Sen's 50,000 army was left with less than 20,000, and they retreated to the grassland with him. The original camp was destroyed by the cavalry long ago. Fortunately, Datong City was not directly affected by the flames of war, and the damage was not serious. A few rooms were cleared out tonight, and Xiao Huan and I went to rest in the room together. After a day of fighting, although he didn't show tiredness, but he was not in good health during this time, I didn't dare to make him too tired, so I dragged him to sit on the couch to rest early. He smiled lightly and let me push him on the couch, but he didn't insist, he just casually flipped through the newly compiled battle reports. Someone brought a charcoal stove to warm the room, put a lamp beside Xiao Huan to illuminate him, sat next to him, held his hand, and leaned my head lightly on his shoulder. Finally escaping from the whole day of fighting, feeling a little more at ease and safe, he let out a sigh of relief leaning against his body. Averting his eyes from the battle report, Xiao Huan smiled, stretched out his arms and put his arms around my shoulders lightly: "Are you tired?" Shaking my head, I leaned over and put my arms around his waist. This battle is finally coming to an end. Even if I chase Er Sen again, Yu Jia will not stay at the border again. If there is no accident, only the teacher will return to the court. "Scaring you like this once, I will definitely lose a few years of life..." Holding his body, letting the faint warmth in his arms come through the clothes, I couldn't help but muttered in a low voice. "Cang Cang," he lightly put his arms around my shoulders, apologizing slightly, "I've worked hard on you during this time." I was too lazy to respond to his words, I looked up at him and snorted softly: "Don't think you want to run away just because you say something nice!" Seeing him still smiling lightly, I always feel that the battle report in his hand is a bit of an eyesore: "It's been a day, let's rest for a while, it's not too late to read these things tomorrow." It’s fine to ride around on a horse during the day, but in the battle with Er Sen, although he didn’t move his true energy, just fighting against the sword energy aroused by the two of them would damage his body. Although he didn’t show any pain, I also Don't dare to take it lightly: "Brother Xiao, do you feel unwell?" I don't know if it was because I looked too worried, he put down the battle report in his hand for the first time, and nodded with a smile: "Okay..." He smiled again, "I'm fine, Cang Cang, don't worry." I blamed him for a glance, and I was still a little angry: "If you can say it's okay, then it's okay, that's fine!" No matter how angry I got, he still smiled apologetically and gently: "Cang Cang..." Even if he always acted nonchalantly and was very angry, why didn't I understand his good intentions.The fight in the afternoon was not necessary for him, but it was the only fight that could make Ersen completely give up, and only one fight could make Ersen no longer try to anger him by hurting the people around Xiao Huan. . The sword that Ersen threw at me was intended to hurt me secondly, and the deeper meaning was to show that he could do anything to force Xiao Huan to take action.So once Er Sen's sword came out, in order to prevent me from becoming the target of Er Sen's attack again, Xiao Huan had to fight. But when I watched him fight the enemy with a sword, I didn't even dare to blink my eyes, for fear that if I took my eyes off him for a moment, I would immediately see him injured. At that moment, I really wished that it was me standing in the field. Discouraged under his smile, I stretched out my hand to help him lie down, and muttered: "Which family's male pet is so difficult to serve!" Holding my arm and preparing to lean down, he smiled, then remembered something, and asked a little casually, "Where's Kummer? Have you settled down?" After he said this, I remembered that although the two armies returned victoriously, Kummer only met me face to face and didn’t know where he was going. It’s been dark until now, and he hasn’t seen anyone else. I shook my head: "I'm not sure, maybe I haven't returned to my room to rest yet." It's really strange, the three of them lived together in the big tent these days, and Kummer had already formed the habit of going back to the barracks for a walk when he was free, and then teased Xiao Huan by the way.It's been a while since I settled down today, but he hasn't shown up yet. He didn't care about it, Xiao Huan smiled and nodded. As we were talking, Hongqing came in to report the general situation of the resettlement. When he heard us mention Kumor, he said, "Is Kumer sweating profusely? It seems that he is still outside the city and has not entered the city. Jurchen soldiers None of them came into the city, they are all outside the city now." Ersen packed up and ran away. I found it strange what this man was doing outside the city with his troops. I smiled and said, "What is Kummer trying to do? Maybe he is used to living in a tent and insists on living in it." I was talking and laughing, when I looked up and saw Xiao Huan, I stopped suddenly. There was only paleness left on his face, he just stared at the candle on the table, closed his eyes lightly, and said, "Hongqing, go and fetch me the battle report from Juyongguan." "Long Live Lord." Hong Qing called out, only a moment later, there was only paleness left on his face, and he turned around and ran to get it. The documents and other things were transported away for safekeeping before the start of the war, and now they were carried over to the desk in the corner of the room, Hong Qing dug out the battle report in a moment, and took it over. After receiving the previous battle report, Xiao Huan spread it out in front of the current cover, pressed it with his fingers, and checked it carefully. There was a moment of silence in the room, not even the sound of breathing around could be heard, only the sound of Xiao Huan's fingers sliding slowly across the snow-white rice paper. The red candles on the octagonal lamp stand on the table danced slightly. This moment was extremely long. In the silence, Xiao Huan finally raised his eyes from the battle report, looked at Hong Qing, and nodded lightly: "Come with me outside the city." He smiled again, his low voice remained stable, but he didn't know whether he was talking to himself, or he was explaining to me, saying: "When retreating from Juyongguan, a defeated Tatar army was scattered and fled into the grassland without a trace. The leader of the defeated army was Aslan, the younger brother of Nahai." I was stunned, this name is so loud that even I have heard it, the number one warrior of Tatar, Ersen's right-hand man, the prestige and strength of the prairie lion above the sea is even higher than that of his brother, Aslan. Looking at me and smiling, Xiao Huan has already got up, walking towards the door without stopping. Almost in a wandering state, I followed his figure, got on my horse and left the city. Three horses passed through the bustling generals in the city, the city gate was still open, Xiao Huan rode out through the gate, leaving only the general guarding the city gate to see clearly the fleeting clothes Then hurriedly knelt down. In the vast night outside the city, the Jurchen soldiers who had fought a day of bloody battle stood or sat, some rested on their horses on the mat, and some took a nap while leaning on their weapons. None of this group of warriors, who were terribly stained with dust and blood, planned to go to the city that had just been captured to taste the joy of victory and rest their tired bodies. The cold ice blade reflected the bonfire lit on the ground, and apart from the occasional neighing of war horses in the wilderness, it was as quiet as death. Immediately in front of the formation, Xiao Huan's voice was not loud, but it was heard far away in the wilderness: "I am Emperor Dawu, and I want to see Kumor Khan." There was a dead silence, there was no sound in the formation, and the silent and calm eyes of the Jurchens were as sharp as a knife. "I want to see Kumore Khan." Repeatedly, Xiao Huan paused every word, "I am Emperor Dawu." Finally, there was a little commotion in the formation, the crowd separated automatically, the black horses moved forward slowly, and the warriors with silver armor and boots approached from the formation. The cold light of the sword was reflected in those gray eagle eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. Kummer's voice was cold and ironic: "Oh, it's His Majesty the Emperor." "Kumor," Xiao Huan said, looking straight into his eyes, "If you believe me, I didn't send those people."