Chapter 5 Chapter 4: There should be dusty plain clothes

Acacia wakes up from a nightmare. The chalky white rushed towards her face, instantly stinging her eyes, and she instinctively raised her hand to cover her forehead. These days, she is used to the darkness. Since the day Yang Yizhi lost her memory, she had been imprisoned in a low tent, traveling from one place to another along with the journey of the heavy robbery.Except for a few old women who brought simple food every day, no one came near her prison, no one took care of her, and no one disturbed her. Day and night were turned upside down in the dim tent, without a ray of sunshine or hope.

Until this moment, the light coming from nowhere hurt her eyes, she frowned and opened her eyes little by little. This is an extremely tall tent, with strips of pure white curtains hanging down from the top of the tent, aiming at the huge pupils, which opened up a chalky color in the pale light, looking at the world feebly. Also, no frills.The surrounding area is white, making this huge tent feel empty and cold. Chong Jie leaned against the curtain, lightly fiddled with a long sword, and looked at her with interest. "It's you?" A trace of anger flashed across Xiangsi's gentle face.

Chong Jie smiled and walked towards her: "I'm saying goodbye to you." Xiangsi raised her head in astonishment: "Farewell?" Chong Jie nodded: "At midnight today, the last city north of the Great Wall will be conquered. At dawn, my king, An Da, will make a bloody triumphant return. The army will temporarily return to the Hetao to rest, and in a month's time, it will embark on the journey to the south." Xiangsi looked at him in astonishment, as if she didn't quite understand why he told herself this. Zhong Jie seemed to see her doubts, and said lightly: "For a victorious king on the battlefield, the princess of the enemy country is naturally the best reward."

He stretched out a finger and raised her jaw: "You are a gift to my king." Xiangsi's body trembled, and panic struck instantly, she took a step back subconsciously, and murmured: "No..." Chong Jie stretched out his hand, gently caressing her thinner cheeks in the past few days: "After dawn, you may become his favorite concubine, or you may become his slave..." Pale fingers slipped from her cold face, and there seemed to be endless regret: "In short, it no longer belongs to me." Xiangsi forcibly broke free from his hands, and anger occupied her beautiful face:

"Don't even think about it!" Chong Jie looked at her with pity, and sighed: "I'm afraid I can't let you, and I can't let you." Xiangsi bit her lip and clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost pierced into flesh and blood. Regardless of her anger, Chong Jie straightened his sleeves leisurely: "By the way, there is someone who insists on seeing you before sending you away." Xiangsi was startled: "Who?" With a soft swish, a three-foot purple cold light bloomed between the two of them. It was a long sword drawn from its sheath.

With two pale fingers, Chong Jie lightly held the hilt of the sword, shaking it in front of Xiangsi's eyes: "Do you remember? Last time, when he came in and out of the camp to save you, he used this sword." The dragon chant vibrates, and the sword's name is Qinghe. "President Yang?" Xiangsi exclaimed, "Where is he?" Chong Jie smiled, bowed gracefully, and opened the curtain behind him: "Please." The curtain rose slowly, under the gaze of countless gray eyes, Xiangsi finally saw Yang Yizhi again. Behind him, a huge curtain hangs down from the top of the tent, and suddenly shatters in mid-air, turning into countless tassels.

His wrists were bound in these tassels, hanging high, looking weak and pale, like a butterfly with pinned wings, trapped in a pale cocoon. Blood gushed out from the snake-shaped wound at the bottom of his wrist, dripped down along the high hanging arm, and splashed a little bit of new plum on the white clothes. He lowered his head, his eyes were closed tightly, and his loose long hair was also wet with sweat, sticking to his face messily.It seemed that only a quarter of an hour ago, he had just suffered great pain and had not yet fully recovered from the coma. Xiangsi suddenly turned her head and stared at Chong Jie angrily: "What did you do to him?"

Chong Jie gently stretched out his finger, put it on his lips and made a silent gesture: "He has become the incarnation of God, and he will return to the world temporarily only under my call." Xiangsia looked at him tiredly, completely losing patience with his nonsense. But he didn't take it seriously, he gently took her shoulders, and brought her in front of Yang Yizhi: "Don't worry, he just suffered my blood, and he will wake up soon." He suddenly flicked his sleeves, the tassels binding Yang Yizhi's wrist tightened suddenly, and the unhealed wound burst open again.

Blood, like spring plums, fell down, wet his hair, his clothes, and fell to the ground bit by bit. Yang Yizhi's body trembled for a while, and he woke up slowly. Chong Jie's finger moved in front of his eyes, leading his gaze to where Acacia was, and his smile was full of sarcasm: "Look, I have fulfilled your wish." Yang Yizhi struggled to open his eyes, but couldn't adapt to the tragic white light in the tent for a while, and frowned deeply.After a while, his eyes gradually cleared up, condensing a little bit on Acacia's face. He saw a line of crystal clear teardrops slipping down her pale cheeks.

Several days of captivity had reduced her original gentle face a lot, and tears fell silently down her thin jaw, so sad and touching. Yang Yizhi felt a pain in his heart. Xiangsi is also looking at him.She stared blankly at the wound on his wrist and the little blood splattered on the skirt of his clothes, and couldn't help sobbing softly. It's all for her. For him, this man, who was originally as pure as a god, did not hesitate to go into the world of mortals and endure the five declines of heaven and man. Dirty clothes, sweaty body, withered corolla, and even unhappy seat, every time, it became more and more unbearable for him.But he never complained, and used his last strength to protect her time and time again, until he was completely reduced to a puppet of God, and was tortured under the manipulation of demons.

She didn't know if it was guilt, gratitude, or self-blame in her heart. She seemed to have a thousand words, but they were all choked up in her heart, unable to utter a single word. Her shoulders couldn't help trembling, and her clothes were wet with tears. Yang Yizhi felt the same pain in his heart. Why, why couldn't he save her after all? He subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to wipe away the tears on her face, he pulled his wrist, and the tassel suddenly wrapped tightly, sinking deeply into the flesh and blood. More blood splattered like rain, and the salty smell stained her face and hair. Acacia couldn't help crying anymore. Her sad cry lingered in the pale tent, and the surroundings suddenly became silent.Even those weird eyes on the curtain seemed to have pity, splashing out a little wet shimmer. Yang Yizhi took a deep breath, pressing the burning pain into his bone marrow. He raised his head from the messy long hair, moved the corner of his mouth with difficulty, as if trying to gather a warm smile, but finally failed. The broken arc just stayed on his pale face, looking extremely sad.His voice is still so gentle, like the moonlight flowing at midnight, it can heal all pain: "Don't cry..." Xiangsi's heart twitched for a while, these two words were so gentle, but they pierced into the softest part of Xiangsi's heart instantly like the sharpest needle. She wished she could cry, but she didn't.She knew that the manipulative demon was standing behind them, waiting to enjoy their pain. She raised her head abruptly, letting the tears dry on her face, a faint taste of saltiness leaked from her tightly biting lips.Only in this way can she make herself appear strong. Only in this way can he stop worrying. Yang Yizhi also looked at her, and gradually, that broken smile finally became complete, blooming on his pale face: "are you OK?" Xiangsi's smile was a bit bitter, she nodded, and was about to answer, but she couldn't help but let out an exclamation. Her waist-length hair was grabbed by Chong Jie, and she was pulled back abruptly. Chong Jie stood behind her, his face full of impatience, with one hand holding her long hair, forcing her to raise her head; He exchanged asceticism for Yang Yizhi's sobriety, such precious time must not be wasted watching them reminiscing about the old days.There must be more exciting dramas to be staged, so that his painstaking efforts to arrange this reunion are not in vain.He couldn't wait to let the development of things return to the track he wanted. There was a vicious smile on the corner of Zhongjie's mouth: "Of course she is fine." He forcefully pushed Acacia in front of Yang Yizhi: "After dawn, our beautiful princess, the goddess named after the lotus flower, will be dressed in gorgeous costumes and dedicated to the victorious king." Yang Yizhi looked at him in astonishment, his body trembled heavily. Chong Jie continued proudly: "Perhaps, she will become one of my king's many concubines, and give birth to many sons who are capable of conquering and fighting for my king. They will rule this land together for generations to come." "Before I left, I brought her here just to pray to the omnipotent god and give her a blessing." He respectfully and solemnly congratulated her, as if he was really a priest who came to the sacred altar before the wedding to pray for the blessing of God for the princess. However, his tone was full of jokes and sarcasm. He looked at Yang Yizhi provocatively, trying to find out the deepest repressed pain from his eyes. There were thousands of ripples in Yang Yizhi's quiet eyes, but they gradually calmed down. Chong Jie suddenly exerted force on his hand, forcing Xiang Si to look up.He bowed down, his lips almost touched her earlobe, but his eyes were still only on Yang Yizhi, and he said word by word: "Please, you, bless, bless, her." The light in Yang Yizhi's eyes changed, gradually fading away the joys, anger, sorrows and joys of the world of mortals, becoming peaceful and lofty. Suddenly, he raised his head, met Chong Jie's gaze, and said in a deep voice: "I bless you." Chong Jie frowned, as if he felt something was wrong.He was still thinking about the meaning of these words, when a radiant moonlight fell from the long sky, and suddenly hit the center of his eyebrows! The mask shattered. Yaohong's blood splashed a line, completely staining that pale face like a porcelain doll. This light is so clear and lofty, like the first ray of moonlight in early autumn, with a faint freshness; but it is so powerful, it has penetrated into the blood in an instant, and it is completely irresistible. In order to wake up Yang Yizhi, Chong Jie did not hesitate to endure the pain of asceticism. The strength of his whole body was already reduced to the extreme, not to mention that this blow came so suddenly, which was completely unexpected.Before he even had time to react, he passed out in the broken curtain. Blood oozed from his monstrous face, smearing the deathly paleness with a shocking scarlet. Xiangsi looked up in astonishment, only to see Yang Yizhi staring at the blood on his palm, silent. Behind him, the curtains and tassels all over the sky have turned into chalky dust, falling down under the moonlight. Xiangsi said in surprise: "You, you recovered?" What else did she want to ask, but Yang Yizhi shook his head and stopped her words. With a serious expression on his face, he leaned over and picked up the Qinghe Sword from Chongjie's side, and drew several vertical and horizontal lines in the blood: "Time is running out, and you must remember every word I say." The tip of the sword trembled slightly, drawing the outline of the mountains and rivers: "Here is a small road leading to a mound. Go west through the mound, and you will see a river. Walk along the river bank to the east, traveling day and night, about the first In the evening of three days, you can return to the deserted city." "After returning to the deserted city..." The tip of the sword in his hand paused: "Do you still remember the bag I gave you last time?" Acacia's heart suddenly shook. Last time, in order to save her, he personally handed her a kit, which carefully drew the escape route.But she refused to leave the people in the deserted city behind, and insisted on taking hundreds of old and weak to embark on this escape route originally designed for her alone, but was eventually captured by the pursuers.Then, it was him again, holding this Qinghe sword, rushing into the barracks alone, fighting bloody battles, going in and out among thousands of troops several times, just to rescue her.And because she missed the people of the deserted city and couldn't bear to leave, she also let him fall into the control of the devil. It was her who failed him again and again.It was also her who dragged him into great danger time and time again. But he never blamed her. He was just the same as last time, using all his strength to send her to escape. Acacia's eyes couldn't help being a little moist, and she nodded slightly. Yang Yizhi didn't notice the turmoil in her heart, he just frowned and looked at the pattern drawn on the ground, and said solemnly: "According to the route last time, you will reach the border of Daming safely in three days." He paused, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only sighed, and handed the Qinghe Sword in front of her: "Bring it, you can defend yourself. When you go to a market, you can sell it and exchange it for a few dollars." a horse..." Just as Xiangsi was about to take the sword, she seemed to remember something, and said in a daze, "What about you? Aren't you going with me?" Yang Yizhi smiled wryly and shook his head: "I can't go." Acacia was surprised: "Why?" Yang Yizhi's smile was a bit bitter, and he didn't know how to explain it to her. Three months ago, he was attacked by the king of Wuyue and was seriously injured, and he was unable to use the Fengyue sword that he relied on to rule the world.Over the past few days, the damaged meridians in his body have gradually recovered, and the power of wind and moon that has been slackening has been deposited in his body little by little like dew on an autumn night. But this kind of recovery is too slow, and the power of Fengyue wanders in the body, like grains of hard-to-touch fine dust, which cannot be gathered into the power to control the enemy at all.What's more, he is just a puppet of God most of the time, and he can't even control his own consciousness, let alone accumulate strength.Therefore, only in the short moment when the catastrophe wakes him up, can he return these wandering dust in secret, accumulate bit by bit, and wait for a good opportunity to win with one blow. When he woke up last time, he saw the flag of the undead presented by Zhongjie.Although it was just a quick glance, he had already memorized the map above. He saw that there was another place that was not stained red by blood in a place that was neglected by the calamity. That is the deserted city that has been reduced to ruins. So, while dealing with the severe robbery, he designed an escape route for her in his heart. Finally waited for the opportunity. However, after this blow, Jiuju's strength has disappeared into nothingness, he almost doesn't even have the strength to stand up, what's more, this short lucidity is about to pass, and he is about to fall into a deep sleep. He looked into her tearful eyes, and his heart trembled slightly. How much he wanted to run away with her, take care of her along the way, protect her, and let her forget the suffering she had suffered these days; how much he wanted to hug her tightly, and tell her the parting and hard thinking of these days one by one. But he can't. He didn't even have time to explain. Yang Yizhi took a deep breath, turned his face away, and stopped looking at her: "He will wake up at any time, you go immediately." Xiangsi stood quietly, not picking up the Qinghe sword he handed over. In the messy curtain on the ground, Chong Jie's body moved.The strength of this blow was still too weak after all, and it didn't really hit him hard. Yang Yizhi's face suddenly sank, and a rare look of anger appeared on his gentle and gentle face: "Go!" Acacia shook her head stubbornly. She can't go. She could imagine the wrath after Zhong Jie woke up.What kind of torture will this wrath turn into, torturing his weak body one by one.How could she leave him alone in this pale purgatory? What else did Yang Yizhi want to say, a sudden tingling pain came from his mind, this feeling is all too familiar, it is a sign that his consciousness has begun to slacken. He gritted his teeth, suddenly grabbed her hand, forced the Qinghe sword into her hand, and held it: "This sword is the sword of Master Qinghe who was so powerful twenty years ago. I had an appointment with him , you take this sword and go to Tianxiang Restaurant in Datong Mansion to find him, and when he sees it, he will come back and save me." "Master Qinghe?" Xiangsi doubted: "What you said is true?" Yang Yizhi nodded firmly: "Yes, only he can save me." Xiangsi stared at him blankly, and the two eyes met in the air, colliding with sad shadows. Can't believe it, but can only believe it. Finally, Yang Yizhi smiled, his smile was bright and far away, as if it came from another world, shining like a bright moon, like a tilting sky, instantly warming the entire night sky: "Please, definitely, definitely deliver it." Acacia's voice was choked with sobs: "I..." He interrupted her gently but firmly: "I will wait for you." Then, gently let go of her hand. He felt the warmth of her palm move away from him little by little, and a long sigh came from the bottom of his heart. So painful, so desolate. However, he didn't let her know. With tears in her eyes, Xiangsi watched his increasingly pale face and finally gritted her teeth: "You must wait for me." She picked up Qinghe sword, turned and left. Yang Yizhi looked at her back, still maintaining that bright smile like the moon on his face. He knew that once she left, she would never come back. But so what? As long as she lived in this world safely, he would rather be alone in purgatory. Datong Mansion is an important place on the border between Mongolia and Han. There are a large number of Ming troops stationed there. Once she gets there, she will be really safe. Without Master Qinghe, there is no Tianxiang Restaurant. Yes, just his heart. Please, must, must, do it.