Chapter 18 Chapter Seventeen

The water was rippling and gradually calmed down. With Yang Yizhi's eyesight, he didn't even see how he disappeared.Onizo ninjutsu is indeed extremely weird.Just now he shot Hira Hideyoshi, maybe the final result will only be a loss for both sides. Yang Yizhi frowned slightly. Why is Acacia unwilling to leave? She must have wanted to stay with Hirai Hideyoshi, looking for a way to kill him.Since Ping Hideyoshi already knew this, and allowed Xiangsi to do so, it was obvious that he became interested in this dangerous game. Perhaps, it is indeed safer for Xiangsi to stay in the Tianshou Pavilion than other places.

Hira Hideyoshi is a hero, if he said he wanted to ensure Xiangsi's safety, Xiangsi would definitely not have an accident.What's more, now that the two sides have had a joint discussion, there is no need for Ping Xiuji to hold Zhuo Wangsun in anger and hurt Acacia. It seems that there is no need to find her. Yang Yizhi sighed deeply. He walked for eighteen days before returning to Pyongyang. It has been twenty-eight days since he left Pyongyang. He did not expect that the changes in Pyongyang City would be so great. After being restored by Huayin Pavilion, Pyongyang City looks tall and magnificent.Its city walls are all made of bluestone from the nearby mountains, polished and smooth, with simple and simple patterns carved on them.This makes it look like an ancient beast, crouching quietly on the plain beside the Datong River.

But now, it has become soft and graceful. A city, such a majestic and magnificent city, how could there be such a change? Because of its walls, all were painted pink. Among the green mountains and green waters, what Yang Yizhi saw was a pink city. All the magnificence of the city is concealed by this enchanting color - that is the bright red color that can only be seen when the peach blossoms are at their peak, shining brightly in the sunlight. From a distance, it seems that ten miles of peach blossoms are in full bloom in the city. ——how could this be? Yang Yizhi approached in surprise, only to find that the plaque at the head of Pyongyang City had changed into a pink plaque with three large characters written on it:

"Heavenly Granted City". The soldiers patrolling on the top of the city suddenly turned into groups of women's soldiers, and the breeze blew by, and there were bursts of warblers and swallows from time to time.Occasionally, a few male soldiers walked past the city, but they all lowered their heads and dared not speak. ——how could this be? Is this city already captured? He couldn't imagine who else could capture the city that Zhuo Wangsun personally guarded. He approached the city gate slowly. "Leader Yang!" Several soldiers approached.Fortunately, the original soldiers were still patrolling the city gate. Seeing Yang Yizhi approaching, they hurriedly opened the gate.

"What's wrong?" Hearing Yang Yizhi's question, these soldiers all showed dumbfounding expressions on their faces, and said hesitatingly: "Princess... The princess is here." Yang Yi was shocked. Princess Yongle? How did she come here? Thinking of everything that happened in the East China Sea, Yang Yizhi couldn't help hesitating about entering the city.Princess Yongle is the emperor's aristocrat, and she has always been lawless.Even in the face of Altan Khan of Mongolia, he is not afraid, and what he did in the East China Sea can only be described as unscrupulous.If she came, it would not be surprising to paint the whole city in the color of peach blossoms.Although Zhuo Wangsun is unparalleled in majesty, he would not care about these princesses on these trivial matters that have nothing to do with the overall situation.

It just so happens that this princess has a good impression of him, and there will definitely be entanglements when she enters the city this time.Yang Yizhi pondered, sighed, and stepped into the city. Suddenly, there was a burst of crying. "Leader Yang, you are finally here! You want to avenge me!" I saw a disheveled man rushing over, grabbed Yang Yizhi by the skirt of his clothes, and refused to let him go.The man's face was covered with blood, and his body was covered with wounds, some were new, and some had scars.His body was in tatters, worse than even a beggar.Yang Yizhi stared at it for a long time, then lost his voice and said, "Lord Shen? How did you become like this?"

That person turned out to be Shen Weijing! He grabbed Yang Yizhi's skirt tightly: "I have been murdered miserably! I have been murdered miserably!" He said these words repeatedly, tears rolling down uncontrollably.Yang Yizhi dragged him to the tree, and after a long time, Shen Weijing calmed down a bit, and said: "The last mission, you go first. I tried my best to negotiate with the Japanese side. The conditions that the Japanese side just put forward How harsh is it, do you know it? It took me three full days to get them to agree to lower the conditions. The Kingdom of the Rising Sun has agreed to withdraw its troops! But do you know, Leader Yang?"

Shen Weijing burst into tears, obviously thinking of the sad part: "Master Zhuo actually recalled me with Shang Fang's sword! He didn't let me continue talking! He ordered me to fully agree to the seven conditions of the pirates, and don't even talk about it." !" "After I came back, the Korean people said that I was a traitor. They said that I sold most of Korea to the Japanese pirates. They wanted to catch me and beat me to death. Our soldiers also said that I had lost the face of the country. If I was caught, I would Beat to death. I get dozens of beatings every day, but Mr. Zhuo doesn't care about me at all!

"But I was wronged! If I continue to talk, I will definitely make the Japanese completely withdraw their troops! I vomited and vomited for three days in a row, just to force the Japanese to make concessions! Leader Yang, you must avenge my grievances what!" Yang Yizhi frowned. It turned out that Zhuo Wangsun did not want a more favorable peace treaty. If anyone is said to be a traitor, then this traitor can only be Zhuo Wangsun. But why would he do it? Yang Yizhi couldn't figure it out. God's will has been difficult to ask since ancient times. He could only sigh: "Why don't you tell all this?"

Shen Weijing's tearful face was slumped: "I dare not! If I speak out, I will be killed!" Yes.A person like Shen Weijing who is greedy for life and afraid of death is most afraid of Zhuo Wangsun.He never dared to speak ill of Zhuo Wangsun. Yang Yizhi couldn't help but wanted to sigh again: "Okay, I'll ask the pavilion master what's going on." Shen Weijing knelt down with a plop: "Thank you! Thank you Leader Yang." Yang Yizhi hurriedly helped him up. This is a rare sunny day, the sun shines on the willow branches by the Datong River, dyeing a touch of greenery.In this tidy and bustling city, everything looks so vibrant.But Yang Yizhi's mood couldn't get any better.

He walked to the front of Xusheng White Moon Palace, but stopped suddenly. In front of the usually quiet and solemn Xusheng Baiyue Palace, it was full of people at this time. Eighteen Wudang disciples were divided into two rows and stood on both sides of Xusheng Baiyue Palace.Nine people on each side, motionless. Yang Yizhi frowned. What are they up to? Suddenly, he saw the face of Daoist Qing Shang. The Taoist priest of the Qing Dynasty was as usual, full of anger and anger. But he will never be angry again, because he only has one head left. There is only one head, placed on the steps of the Empty White Moon Palace. His angry face was still so bright, and his round eyes seemed to be telling how he was dying. Yang Yizhi suddenly understood why there were so many people standing here.He couldn't help but knelt down, kneeling in front of Daoist Qing Shang. The Wudang disciples standing on both sides finally moved.The leading disciple walked up to Yang Yizhi and knelt on the ground. "Master said that if the war is not over when he returns, then his head will be crushed here." "My master helped General Guo Zaiyou attack Lingshan City, but unexpectedly fell into the tricks of the Japanese army. Master tried his best to protect General Guo, but the general was still shot to death. There are too many Japanese soldiers, and General Guo's troops are about to be wiped out. Master I couldn't bear to see such a tragedy happen, so I insisted on being alone in Hushan Lai. He strangled the vital points of the mountain Lai alone, killed more than a hundred enemy troops, and held on for a day and a night, ensuring the safe retreat of the remaining Guo family troops. But Master... ...Master was seriously injured and died for the country! He remembered the words he said before, telling us to bring his head back and smash it here." The eighteen disciples all knelt on the ground, facing the White Moon Palace. Facing the head of Qing Shang Daoist. "Before Master died, Zeng Feige sent a letter asking Zhuo Wangsun to send troops to rescue him. But no one came! No one!" The head's eyes were wide open, it was tearing apart, and it was shouting. Just like the fighting, struggle, persistence, and resentment at that time. The disciple raised his hand.His face twitched uncontrollably, but no tears shed. His heart is dead.They risked their lives fighting on the front lines, only to be betrayed by their own troops.If the reinforcements can arrive in time, Qing Shang Daochang will not die. The shrill trembling made his voice hoarse, and he cried out the most miserable words: "Master!" The palm of the hand fell suddenly, and with a bang, Qing Shang Daochang turned into blood and scattered in all directions. Yang Yizhi couldn't help lowering his head. No one had the heart to watch this scene. The eighteen disciples all showed stern and determined expressions on their faces. They knelt down and picked up the master's bones one by one.If it sticks to the soil, they dig up the mud; if it falls on the stone, they hit the stone hard with their palms to chisel it out. Finally, they used a huge burden to wrap up Master's skeleton and carried it behind their backs. They all turned around and knelt in front of Yang Yizhi. "Leader, forgive us, we can no longer fight. We have to go back to Wudang Mountain to bury Master's remains." Yang Yizhi nodded quietly. He watched them stand up tragically and head north.They will cross the Datong River and the Yalu River and return to the Central Plains.They will chant scriptures for the Taoist priest of the Qing Dynasty all their lives, and never go down Wudang Mountain again. The world of mortals will never have anything to do with them again. No one knew that this was actually the only eighteen members of this expeditionary martial arts army who could go back. The Xusheng White Moon Palace was still silent. Did Zhuo Wangsun really not know what happened just now?Why is the palace gate still closed? What on earth is he trying to do? Yang Yizhi sighed silently.He was full of confusion. Suddenly, someone whispered behind him: "Leader." When Yang Yizhi turned his head, he saw Han Qingzhu looking at him anxiously.This made Yang Yizhi feel a little ominous. Lord Han Qing said in a low voice: "Leader, can you help... save me..." His voice became lower and lower: "Save me... Yue Xieyi..." Yang Yizhi's body shook.Is Yuexieyi also in danger?Yuexieyi is the second team that Zhuo Wangsun sent out to assist Yuanhao. Could it be that Yuanhao also encountered the same situation as Guo Zaiyou? Why did the Japanese soldiers launch so many raids?Are the two parties negotiating? Why didn't Zhuo Wangsun respond in any way? Why did he stand still and not save his own people?It is understandable not to save Qing Shang Daochang, after all, there is no balance between good and evil.But if he didn't save Yue Xieyi, Yang Yizhi couldn't figure it out anyway. Han Qingzhu was about to ask again when his body froze suddenly. When Yang Yizhi turned his head, he saw Zhuo Wangsun standing at the gate of Xusheng Baiyue Palace with a calm face. Han Qing retreated in a hurry, staggered, and almost fell to the ground. Yang Yizhi turned around and stood in front of Zhuo Wangsun. The Zhuo Wangsun he saw had not changed from the eighteenth day ago.But this world has changed too much, and it has become a stranger even to him. He can't stand him doing this, because they are friends. Yang Yizhi said word by word: "Master Han Qing." Han Qingzhu raised his head in surprise and looked at Yang Yizhi. Yang Yizhi: "Follow me. Go save Yuexieyi!" Han Qingzhu was even more surprised, a gleam of joy flashed across his face, but he didn't agree, he didn't dare to move, and looked secretly at Zhuo Wangsun. Zhuo Wangsun didn't look at Yang Yizhi, but only glanced at Han Qingzhu: "Why don't you go?" Han Qingzhu was overjoyed, and hurriedly pulled Yang Yizhi out. He was worried, because he was afraid that if Yang Yizhi said another word, the world between these two people would collapse. Two steeds are galloping towards Jinliang Beach. The sky began to gloomy again, making people feel extremely depressed. Yang Yizhi couldn't help asking: "Didn't the peace talks start? Why are there wars again?" Han Qingzhu shook his head and sighed: "The peace talks and the results were regarded as a loss of power and humiliation to the country, which aroused the resistance of the people of Korea. Dozens of rebels revolted, but the pavilion master did not support it at all. In order to succeed in the peace talks as soon as possible, the Japanese pirates adopted the method of killing one and making an example. The strategy is to go out and besiege the most powerful of the rebels with lightning. Alas!" Still peace talks.Or Zhuo Wangsun. It seemed he was eager to make this peace -- accepting the worst terms. Why? The gloomy weather made Yang Yizhi feel infinitely depressed.