Chapter 11 Chapter Ten: The White Robe Is Like a Snow Sword

The crown is raised. Strings of tassels adorned with coral, turquoise, and pearls separated to the two sides, separated by a distance of ninety-nine steps, revealing a beautiful but haggard face. At that moment, it was a trance dream. At that moment, it seemed like a thousand years had passed. Yang Yizhi's violently beating heart suddenly stopped at that moment. He stared at the figure under the altar, but he always felt that he couldn't see clearly, couldn't see clearly. He struggled and wanted to get up, but suddenly he felt pain in his ribs, and his meridians had been blocked by severe robbery.

Slowly, he sat down on the stone seat.My heart hurts almost to death. The already doomed fate was like a blue sky, hanging over his head, making him unable to fight.No matter how hard he struggles, he can't change a bit. He is like the first generation of non-heavenly kings, who can only touch the heavens with asceticism. Now, his austerity is far from enough, far from enough! Zhong Jie smiled and watched him. It's as if witnessing the fall of a star with your own eyes, and it's as if you've personally stained a piece of Haojie with dust. It was the first time for that handsome and divine man to fall so helplessly into eternal despair, and every bit of his pain excited the pale demon.

A horn sounded, and Altan Khan's huge golden tent appeared at the end of the horizon, slowly moving towards this side.Countless banners fluttered, and the Mongolian nobles followed their sweat and gathered under the altar. At that moment, it indicated that the tragic ceremony was about to begin. Yang Yizhi's consciousness is gradually blurring, and that iceberg-like indifference is hitting him little by little, engulfing him.He gradually turned into that lofty, merciless god again. ——You will personally pierce the blood from her neck and dye the flag of the undead red. Chong Jie's words echoed in his ears.

At the moment of sinking into the endless darkness, he raised his head with the last strength and looked at Zhong Jie. At that moment, his compassion, calmness, and calmness all turned into dust, and only burning anger and resentment remained in his eyes. ——Finally like me. With a contented smile floating on Chong Jie's face, he bowed down to pay tribute to Yang Yizhi. A snake-shaped dagger, held in his palm, was blown by the cold wind, making a faint sound. Chong Jie respectfully knelt down in front of him, raised his hands, and presented the dagger, as if to let him see clearly the sharp blade—the sharp blade that was about to kill her.

Yang Yizhi wanted to shout angrily, but he couldn't make any sound.His last gaze was fixed on the woman kneeling under the altar. The woman raised her head in a daze, and her expression was all in sight. Fear, concern, pain, but also gratitude and guilt. The army slowly approached and engulfed her figure.He vaguely saw the mighty king holding her hand to help her up. Then, all is forgotten. Chong Jie stood up slowly, and the person sitting in front of him was already a god. Even the most dexterous craftsman could not carve such a perfect face.When he was dressed in a white costume and sat on the huge jade throne, he was as majestic and solemn as a god.Especially his pair of eyes, full of compassion and indifference, just like the distant blue sky.

Everyone in the world is illuminated by him, but no one really gets his mercy. Chong Jie turned around and walked down the long white jade steps step by step. Altan Khan, the leader of the Twelve Tumets, was waiting for him quietly. At this moment, the sun is the most dazzling, indicating that a gorgeous celebration is about to begin. Xiangsi knelt down on the ground, holding the huge undead flag in both hands, her slender shoulders trembling violently. Although separated by long steps, she could still clearly feel the shock and despair in Yang Yizhi's heart when he saw her. What kind of pain and torture he endured before he escaped.But he threw himself into the cage again, and all of this would turn into a knife, into a sword, into the most vicious poison, destroying his last hope, his last belief.

Is she so cruel? Xiangsi closed her eyes suddenly, tears fell on the white jade steps, and broke into grains of dust. Why, on her scale, he should be used as a weight, but on the other end, there are 20,000 people in the deserted city. And no matter how many times she weighed, she would always give up on him, dooming him to suffer. Is she so cruel? Guilt surged in like waves, and she couldn't bear it any longer. She buried her face deeply in the raised flag, and fell down crying on the cold steps. The flag of the undead wrapped her tightly like a nightmare, and the breath of blood and dirt rushed in, instantly choking her breath.

At that moment, she was so painful that she just wanted to die. Perhaps, only by turning into ashes can one redeem one's sins. Dazedly, she felt a person reach out to help her up, and untie her from the wrapping of the undead flag. Her heart was still twitching, and she didn't even know who that person was. Looking at the weeping woman in costume, I Dahan suddenly felt a little melancholy. Why is it necessary for a man's feats to be based on the fragmentation of a woman? Chong Jie stepped down from the top of the jade steps step by step, each step was majestic and sacred. This white jade altar symbolizes the highest dignity of Mongolia and the eight white rooms inherited by Genghis Khan, and has a supreme and lofty status.Even the contemporary Khan couldn't help bowing down to greet the envoy of the Eight White Room.

Chong Jie moved away, and handed the pitch-black snake-shaped dagger to Xiangsi. She, therefore, stood under the altar, facing the white god. There is no barrier in between. Acacia's heart twitched violently, as if it would break anytime. God, stepping on the long steps, walked down step by step. Go all the way to Acacia. He stretched out his clean jade hand, and slowly took the snake dagger in Xiangsi's hand. His eyes no longer contained the slightest emotion.He is so majestic, yet so distant, he is high above, but cold to the bone. He is no longer Yang Yizhi, but the god known as Brahma, with the merits and compassion of creating the world, descending in the devout worship of all people, but without the slightest emotion of ordinary people.

When he faced her, there was neither love nor hatred. There is only empty nothingness. Xiangsi suddenly sobbed, wasn't it her who made him become like this? The pitch-black snake dagger was held by a pale hand, like a drop of venom in the ice and snow. One inch is approaching Acacia, and one inch is approaching the flag of the undead. A gust of wind blew by, and the undead flag suddenly trembled violently, flying against the wind! Chong Jie's pupils dilated with excitement, only he knows that under the urging of the snake dagger, the god can only do one thing: Kill Acacia. Use the blood from her neck to dye the last land red!

—that was his greatest revenge on him. He couldn't help fantasizing about seeing Yang Yizhi's dead body when he woke up. Let him kill the person he loves most with his own hands.See the pain, sadness, and despair distort his gentle and jade-like face little by little; see resentment, regret, and madness contaminate his calm heart like Chen Tan little by little. What a perfect revenge! Thinking of this, Chong Jie couldn't help trembling slightly, he could only bite his lips tightly to keep from laughing. Slowly, Shenming stretched out his pale and slender fingers, stroking Xiangsi's neck. This hand, extremely cold, slowly moved up along the soft skin on the side of her neck. Acacia couldn't help closing her eyes. He should have killed her, she had blasphemed his redemption. In this holy paleness, she suddenly felt her sin.The endless struggle made her extremely tired, perhaps, she should die here, at this moment, at his hands. She couldn't help a sob. That hand stopped suddenly. Acacia opened her eyes in panic. A drop of tear slowly fell from Shenming's eyes. He looked at her like a mountain overlooking a lake. The teardrop ran across his cheeks, like a meteor from another universe, passing across the sky by chance, and then disappeared at the end of time and space. But it is this glimpse of brilliance that has brought a light that has never been seen in this world since ancient times. Chong Jie's body stiffened suddenly, and he looked at the god in front of him in disbelief. It shouldn't be like this! He was absolutely sure that the white-clothed snow-covered man in front of him had lost all of Yang Yizhi's consciousness.He can only create the incarnation of the god Brahma in the human world, and he can only follow Brahma's will and walk in this humble world with the brilliance of God. He is already a high god, transcending all human emotions, how could he cry? Why? The god's hand stopped on her face, holding a drop of crystal water on the cold fingertips. Those are her tears. Xiangsi looked at the person in front of her in astonishment, as if she was a little strange. That extremely pale but also extremely perfect face, exposed to the midday sun like this, is still so cold, so clear, revealing the brilliance of a bright moon, which cannot even be stained by the brilliant sunlight. This is by no means the face of a human being, but a magnificence that only gods can have. Xiangsi couldn't help feeling an illusion, perhaps, the man in front of him who was as bright as the moon was indeed not Yang Yizhi, but a god from another world. With the posture of a god, he has overlooked the world of mortals for thousands of years, but in the gap of chance, he came to this boundless world. Time and space seemed to be in disarray at this moment, opening an endless arc, retreating towards the end of the world at an incredible speed, her heart suddenly became extremely empty. Empty as if thousands of years had passed. ——The endless years of waiting, and being waited for. ——Thousands of causes and conditions of missing and being missed. Fleeting years on the other side, the years are old. At this moment, God slowly lowered his head and kissed her trembling lips. The heavens were suddenly silent. His movements are extremely holy, any gleam of light, a ray of breeze, a piece of flying dust, a soft noise between the sky and the earth... all retreat quietly, and nothing can disturb them anymore. A light touch is like forever. The weakest child completes the plunder at this moment. The god raised his head, his gaze was as silent as a distant mountain. "I bless you." The serpentine dagger turned around suddenly and pierced into his chest. Xiangsi cried out in surprise, blood spurted out, dyeing the undead flag scarlet. Xiangsi was at a loss, she frantically tore at the costume on her body, trying to bandage the god.But his face has returned to indifference.He gently pushed her away, turned around, and walked towards the altar. The scarlet blood dragged on the pale steps, forming a bright red curtain. The god sat down slowly, looking at the kneeling Acacia through the ninety-nine steps with distant and frozen eyes. Between them, there are ninety-nine steps and ninety-nine lines of blood. The blood of the gods.The heavens were silent. Brahma actually bleeds? Are you willing to shed blood for a human? Everyone, from Altan Khan down to every soldier, stared blankly at the majestic altar.Blood dripped from the god's chest and dripped down the steps of the altar. It is the purest and most holy blood of the gods. What does this portend?People were so terrified that they couldn't help but kneel down together, piously prostrating on the ground, waiting for God's punishment. Chong Jie woke up from the shock and threw himself on the stone seat.He tore off his sleeves in a panic, and blocked the wound on the god's chest. The gurgling blood soaked the sleeves and kept oozing out from between his pale fingers. The god remained motionless, allowing him to bandage himself. The acupuncture points around the wound were blocked, the blood flow gradually stopped, Chong Jie finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knelt down at Yang Yizhi's feet, kissing the cold altar under his feet, his eyes full of pain.It seemed that the snake-shaped dagger was also inserted into his chest at the same time. He originally wanted to turn Yang Yizhi into a puppet of God and kill Xiangsi when he lost consciousness, but he never thought that things would change into the present way. This knife did not stab Xiangsi's throat, but was borne by him personally. Chong Jie did this because he wanted to see Yang Yizhi's pain, remorse, and self-blame after he woke up.But only a little bit, the person who died was Yang Yizhi, and the person who suffered the pain, remorse, and self-blame became himself. why?Chong Jie raised his head slowly, and put his blood-stained hand on Yang Yizhi's chest, as if he wanted to touch the beating of his heart through the thick bandage. His voice was hoarse and low, full of pain: "Why, why did you do this?" Pale fingers caressed his wound inch by inch, seemingly full of pity: "Great Brahma, are you also bewitched by her?" With a sudden force, the wound that had just been bandaged burst open again, oozing bright red blood. Chong Jie's eyes were full of pain, his bony five fingers curled up, as if he wanted to poke through the wound and dig out his heart. Perhaps only in this way can we see his heart clearly. Chong Jie trembled all over, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Have you abandoned me?" God is indifferent.There was no pain and no answer. Chong Jie stared at him for a long time, the expression in his eyes changed drastically, but he didn't know what he was thinking.Gradually, he raised his blood-stained hands towards the blue sky, as if embracing the dazzling sunlight: "I understand, this is your salvation!" His voice caused the kneeling crowd to raise their heads in bewilderment. Zhong Jie's face was unprecedentedly solemn: "This is the salvation of the pious!" He held the undead flag and waved it violently. The pitch-black flag fluttered in the wind, and the blood that hadn't condensed was sprinkled on it like a rain. The undead flag was held up by him, half of the flag was already stained red with blood.There are no vacancies, no deserted cities. Chongjie said sharply: "The gods used his own blood to give us a city that will never fall! Let's build it, this is the moment when the city of silver will stand on the earth forever!" He waved vigorously, and the undead banner exploded across the Mongolian prairie! Everyone panicked and rejoiced. ——Is this the blessing of the gods? They couldn't help but burst into cheers. They saw their future, a bloody but rich and beautiful future.It is worth their blood! "No, that's not a blessing to Sanlian City!" A clear and strong voice sounded. The cheering stopped suddenly. All eyes were on the owner of the voice. A woman in full dress stood quietly under the altar. Everyone couldn't help being surprised: it was her. The woman who once led a group of refugees to smash thousands of Mongolian cavalry into the sand. The woman who was sacrificed on the altar but received the blessing of the gods. The woman who had just been kissed by Brahma. She stood quietly at the bottom of the jade steps, with sad and stubborn eyes.His body was stained with the blood of the gods. Everyone couldn't help but calm down and listened carefully to her words. Xiangsi bit her lips lightly, the confusion and grief in her eyes had dissipated and turned into firmness and persistence. She doesn't know what a god is, she only knows a man, his name is Yang Yizhi.He is as gentle as the moon, guarding her forever, not hesitating to have scars all over his body, not hesitating to drip blood. She couldn't let his blood flow in vain, absolutely not. She took a firm step, stretched out her hand, and pointed to the place where the blood of the undead flag was thickest: "This blessing belongs to the deserted city!" The pitch-black fluttering stopped suddenly, Chong Jie's pale figure was fluttering, his eyes fixed on Xiangsi. Who is this woman trying to seduce? He sneered: "You are wrong, God's blessing, there is only one purpose, and that is to build the three cities that will never fall. The city of black iron, the city of silver, and the city of gold, only they can bring prosperity to the whole Mongolian people." , freedom. Are we descendants of the warlike race?" The undead flag was raised suddenly, and all the Mongolian warriors gathered beside the altar let out a fierce roar, and the violent blood hidden in their bodies burst and awakened at this moment. The memories of their ancestors deposited deep in their souls require them to kill and plunder, this is the only way to get rich and free! Xiangsi bit her lips lightly, and when the roar subsided, she said slowly: "Prosperity and freedom can never be obtained by war. War can only bring pain and desolation." Zhong Jie stared at her.This woman who once knelt down in the depths of the underground palace to put together the Brahma statue for him now disobeyed him in front of so many people, which made him extremely angry.At the same time, his heart trembled slightly with excitement. She is so holy, like a lotus flower, blooming under the blessing of the gods. Strong and fragile. How spotless was her manner, her convictions.She firmly believes in all good deeds and light, and tries her best to save everyone she sees.Holding the jade bottle in her hand, she exchanged her clean blood for their filth, led them to escape the flames of war, and even faced the cruelest king of Mongolia alone for them. How holy she is, no matter how ugly the reality is, nothing can damage her beauty.She firmly believes that everyone can be redeemed, and she is their redeemer. The reality is a tragedy, but she lives in a fairy tale. A cruel plan took shape in Zhong Jie's mind, and a smile could not help but rise from the corner of his mouth, curled up like a snake, and wrapped her tightly around her. Her goodness is her sin. The 20,000 refugees in the deserted city are the abyss, and he will use them to drag her down. Forever. He stared at Xiangsi, and said word by word: "You mean, you can build a rich and free city?" Xiangsi paused, she didn't know if she could, but she firmly believed that it was wrong to use war as a means to pursue wealth and freedom. She nodded firmly. The demon began to smile: "Let's bet once, shall we?" Acacia looked at him. Chong Jie knelt down in front of Altan Khan, telling his piety as the Mongolian national teacher: "Use the majesty of the greatest Khan on the grassland as the arbitrator, please let me make a bet with her. From today, we Build a city each, and after three months, let's see, which city can bring prosperity and freedom to the Mongolians." "If she wins, ask the Great Khan to grant eternal freedom to the deserted city and all its residents." I answered Khan and pondered for a while. The deserted city had originally become a free city in his bet with Acacia, but the residents of the deserted city had all been reduced to his prisoners. This empty city no longer had the meaning of freedom. He suddenly remembered the anger and helplessness in Xiangsi's eyes when he saw those captives. He sighed.This woman is so pure, she does not understand the cunning of the human heart and the unpredictability of the battlefield. He nodded slightly, and said: "Everything in Mongolia is dedicated to the national teacher. This Khan agrees to the national teacher's request." Chong Jie saluted again and slowly stood up. His gaze gradually became full of sarcasm: "If you lose, the people in the deserted city..." He blew lightly, as if blowing away an invisible dust: "All, all, blood sacrifice." Each word was turned into a sharp knife and engraved on Xiangsi's heart: "This is a punishment for their disrespect to God!" Xiangsi was startled, couldn't help raising her head, staring at Chongjie in a daze. Chong Jie's gaze was cruel and vicious.Like a white ghost escaping from hell, curled up in a corner without sunlight, looking at the world with resentment, trying to make everyone as desperate as him. "Dare, do you want to bet?" Acacia was silent for a while, unable to make a decision. If you lose, everyone will be sacrificed in blood! If they don't gamble, they are just prisoners. Under the torment of whips, hunger, fatigue, and humiliation, they still have a glimmer of life. If you lose, your blood will flow like a river, and your bones will rise to the sky. These are more than 20,000 civilians who escaped from the butcher knife.They had already lost their last dignity in hunger and despair, struggled in the filth, broke bones for salary, and exchanged children for food.But because of her coming, because of the legend of the lotus goddess, she regained the hope of survival and her dignity as a human being. So, they quickly formed an army, stood firm in the deserted city, and confronted 100,000 cavalry for seven days. Do you want them to fall into despair again? Her heart was immediately disordered, and she didn't know how to choose! Chongjie's smile became languid again, as if the afternoon sun was shining on her.But that sunlight was extremely vicious, and every ray would burn her heart. "Don't dare, do you?" Like a snake, he penetrated into the depths of her heart, completely ignoring her pain, twisting his body wantonly. He smiled contemptuously, turned his head, and people shouted loudly: "Did you see that? Wealth and freedom will only be obtained through war. The so-called common people are nothing but ants!" "No!" She looked at Chong Jie resolutely, her lips were bitten with blood stains. "I bet you!" Chong Jie paused in astonishment, looking at Xiangsi's resolute eyes. Does this woman really dare to bet with him? He raised his head, and the god was extremely silent, looking at the world indifferently. This woman is so determined. Chongjie bent down and bowed gracefully to Xiangsi. "as you wish."