Chapter 15 Chapter Thirteen

It was dark, and I Dahan was sleeping. The grassland fell asleep together. The light of dawn has just dyed the first ray of beautiful color on this grassland, and the heavy dusk has not completely faded away.For the Mongolians who live by animal husbandry, this day has not yet begun. On the grassland, there is no sound. I Dahan suddenly woke up! The bone-piercing coldness hovered over him, like a poisonous snake, piercing its fangs deeply into his heart.It seemed that if he didn't wake up with a start, he might never wake up! He saw the remaining starlight. At that moment, he was in a trance, thinking he was in a dream.But he immediately realized that his big tent was gone!

As he fought for thousands of miles, the sweaty golden tent that frightened the grassland like a golden eagle in the vastness disappeared! I Dahan was taken aback, the coldness on his body tightened suddenly, turning into trembling fear, leading his eyes to lift up suddenly! In the blue morning mist, his big tent stands quietly. But it stood a hundred feet outside the camp gate. The tent door is high, and the huge butter candles inside the tent are still burning, and the swords are lined up, and even the king's case in the center of the tent has not changed in the slightest. Under the faint starlight, a man in light green clothes was sitting behind the king's case, holding grapes and wine in his hand, smiling at him.

That should have been him! An Dahan's eyes were cold, and his fury almost made him jump up, turning into a thunderbolt with thousands of troops, completely destroying this man! But he couldn't get up because he was still in bed.In his golden tent, there is only one bed and a full bed of leather mattresses left. This prevented his anger from venting. The blue figure suddenly moved. Suddenly, it was as if a bolt of blue lightning resounded on the grassland. The speed of the man's figure was beyond the imagination of the world. There was a loud rattle, and all the flying flagpoles in the camp were broken with one palm, and then smashed with one palm, they passed through the sky and were inserted straight in front of the camp gate.

Hunting in Tsing Yi, like a long rainbow piercing the sky, hundreds of flagpoles are like sedum flying dragon snakes, following his figure winding through the sky, when snatching and snapping, they are neatly inserted in front of the camp gate into ten rows. The man was like a blue cloud, and suddenly returned to the golden tent, held up the grape and wine, smiled at Dahan, and drank it all in one gulp. The entire camp was awakened! In an instant, people and horses were noisy and chaotic.The people stationed in this big camp are indeed elite soldiers of the royal family who have traveled thousands of miles. After a moment of noise, they immediately quieted down. Teams of elite soldiers lined up in order to protect the entire camp according to their usual training.

Hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, but they couldn't startle the man's smile. The man in Tsing Yi smiled lightly and said: "The world is like chess, why don't you play a game with me?" His eyes were extremely warm, but for some reason, there was naturally a majestic and murderous look in his eyes.He waved his fingers to the ten flagpoles inserted between the golden tent and the camp gate, and said leisurely: "This is my chess game." My Dahan stared at the man in Tsing Yi with sharp eyes. This person was able to enter the king's camp at night and move his golden tent without anyone noticing, and he showed his superb skill, so he is absolutely extraordinary.

What is his intention? How dare you offend the majesty of the Khan! But his anger subsided in an instant, his tiger body was straight, and his eyes gradually became sharper, staring at the chess board laid out by the flagpole, and also staring at the faint smile hidden behind the chess board. At this moment, he was no longer furious, but regained his status as the king who dominates the world and regards Wan Guku as Wan Shixun.Although the golden tent was removed, he sat naked in the quilt, this is a shameful thing, but I Dahan didn't care at all, sitting in the middle of the sitting bed, proudly said:

"Okay. Ben Khan will play a game of chess with you." "Pawn." With a light wave of his left hand, a loud horn sounded suddenly in the camp.The sound of battle armor rubbing also rang out, and a group of 30 elite soldiers stepped out of the camp with horns.They are my Dahan's bodyguards, everyone can fight tigers and leopards with bare hands, they are fierce and fierce, and they have experienced hundreds of battles. My Dahan smiled, he wanted to see how this man in Tsing Yi defeated his team of elite soldiers. How did he fight against the 100,000 elite soldiers of the Great Mongol Kingdom!

Thirty people lined up neatly, with a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, approaching the flagpole slowly and solemnly.They are warriors who have been trained in the flames of war. They are not afraid of anyone, and at the same time they are extremely cautious.They could clearly feel the murderous aura coming from directly in front of them. That is the trance feeling that only those who have fought to the death in blood can have.Similarly, only those who kill like nothing can emit this kind of murderous intent. They never dare to underestimate them! They slowly approached the flagpole, extremely solemn and cautious.

However, when they stepped into the formation of flagpoles, their faces suddenly showed horror.They seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and at the same time they let out a shrill scream, and the knives and shields in their hands danced wildly, slashing vigorously. They did not back down, and walked to the depths of the flagpole step by step.The tragic sound of killing accompanied their figures, and they were submerged by the flag array. No one knew what happened, but could only vaguely feel that they were in great danger. After a long time, the sound of killing gradually stopped, and those elite Mongolian soldiers came out of the forest of flagpoles empty-handed, without their swords and shields, and their eyes were bewildered.They stretched out their hands vigorously, as if they wanted to touch something, but their energy was exhausted in this moment of fighting, and one after another, they fell to the ground.

The faint morning mist is still so peaceful, quietly condensing around the flagpole.Looking through Chenlan, there is nothing in the flagpole forest. No ambushes, no enemies. However, this flagpole forest defeated thirty elite soldiers who had experienced many battles a moment ago. The man in Tsing Yi raised his glass with a smile and said: "Death." An Dahan couldn't help but stand up and let out a roar! He really couldn't believe that his guard team would be defeated by these flagpoles!But, immediately, his anger subsided, his deep eyes fixed on the flagpole for a long time, and he sneered:

"The art of dunjia. Unexpectedly, you are a stranger who is familiar with this art." He stared at the man in Tsing Yi without blinking: "Back then, Zhuge Wuhou used this formation to trap Lu Xun for the purpose of fighting for hegemony among the Three Kingdoms. Why did you come here?" In the golden tent, the man in Tsing Yi poured a cup for himself.His sleeves were fluttering on the king's case, elegant and gentle, just like a famous scholar in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.In the leisurely and elegant demeanor, there is a kind of carefree and unrestrained attitude that is unrestrained and unrestrained, surpassing the contemporary: "I'm here to kill you." He raised his wine glass and wished me Dahan from a distance, but it was like pointing the country: "One hundred thousand elite soldiers is my sword to kill you." An Dahan's figure stopped suddenly, and the furious fire in his eyes was cold and extinguished. A killing intent exploded from the golden tent, and it went straight up to the nine heavens like a dragon. In an instant, the situation changed violently, the sky and the earth turned yellow, and it evolved into gods and demons in the sky, cold and fierce. Surrounded by gods and demons, the figure in Tsing Yi was as clear as the sky and majestic as the sun. An Dahan sat down slowly, and he regained his composure.After more than ten years in the grassland, he has absolutely no reason to lose to anyone.He said lightly: "You have a chess game, don't I?" He waved. The horn sounded again.The sky suddenly brightened. That light comes from the sky-sharp sharpness, and that sharpness comes from the desolate death air. The Mongols are unparalleled in riding and shooting. When An Dahan waved his hand, three thousand elite soldiers drew their arrows together and shot them out angrily at the same time! The light of the arrow turned into a glistening demon cloud, and it rushed towards the golden tent! This blow, within a radius of ten feet, is fatal! The Mongols are the most skilled in riding and archery. They shot 3,000 arrows, and the archers retreated immediately. Another 3,000 people took a step forward, and suddenly another 3,000 arrows flew into the sky like a thunderbolt. The pure and soft light of the rising sun was painted on the body of the arrow, revealing a dreamlike brilliance. Like six thousand goblins descending with bone flutes. The man in Tsing Yi raised his glass and touched his lips, but he didn't even look at the arrows in the sky. He waved his sleeves and slapped a palm on the dragon pillar in the center of the golden tent. That pillar is as thick as an arm's length, planted deep in the soil, and is the most important support for the golden tent.The pure white felt cloth hangs down from the top of the dragon pillars, stretched and fixed by extremely thick steel cables, forming the outline of the big tent. The man in Tsing Yi slapped out a palm, and the dragon pillar suddenly spun violently! The entire golden tent was driven up by this palm, the felt tent and steel cables wrapped around the end of the dragon pillar were thrown away immediately, and it spun wildly around the dragon pillar!A sudden scream ran through the entire grassland, and the huge golden tent was completely thrown away, rolling up a crazy tornado. Before those feathered arrows hit the golden tent, they were entangled by the tornado, and the fierce castration was immediately reduced. When they hit the felt cloth, their strength had dropped to an extremely low level, and they were caught by the wildly spinning golden tent. Stop, amidst the continuous violent noise, they were all shaken to the ground. The man in Tsing Yi just finished drinking a glass of wine, and his sleeves swung down.The dragon pillar's whirling momentum suddenly stopped.The tornado that filled the sky also disappeared at this moment, the steel cables of the felt tent fell, and a light sound came out, and the top of the tent bloomed like flowers, and turned into that majestic Chinese tent again. It was as if it had never moved. The man in Tsing Yi stretched out a finger and swiped slowly. The sword energy soared, and a ten-foot-long mark was drawn in front of the flagpole array. The man in Tsing Yi smiled: "Chu River and Han Realm, those who cross this point will die." I Dahan laughed and said, "Good work!" He is worthy of being a generation of heroes, and he doesn't care about winning or losing at all.What's more, his foundation has not been shaken, and a hundred thousand elite soldiers are still there, so what is a small loss?But the demeanor, martial arts, bearing, and strategy displayed by this man in Tsing Yi are all the things he has only seen in his life, and he dare not underestimate them. After pondering for a long time, he said slowly: "A horse." Following his order, the drums of war sounded loudly. That was the order for the Mongolian iron cavalry to start attacking.The barracks suddenly covered the sky with smoke and dust.A group of cavalrymen, wrapped in battle armor made of cowhide and steel, rode on tall horses and galloped slowly towards the gate of the camp. The Mongolian soldiers can rule the world, relying on their iron cavalry.They have lived on horseback since they were young, and they are more comfortable on horseback than on the ground.In addition, the Mongols have a fierce temperament, are brave and ruthless, and hold a momentum, urging their horses to fight furiously, with a lot of fighting spirit.After launching the iron cavalry to charge forward, the horse's hooves stomped on the ground, and the whole grassland seemed to be shaken, even the Daqing Mountain shook! The iron cavalry rolled out of the camp gate like a gust of wind, and rushed to the front of the flagpole amidst the furious shouts. There was a soft "swipe", and the bright sabers were unsheathed in unison, creating a gust of fierce wind. All the flagpoles were swept off the ground, and the cavalry had rushed past the flagpole formation, cheering and rushing towards the golden tent! The dust and smoke were endless, but he was left behind.The long knife is like snow, reflecting every face that thirsts for blood.They want to use the blood of the man in front of them to wash away the humiliation of sweating! The man in Tsing Yi raised his glass again, the smile on his face remained undiminished, but it was so cold.He looked at the smoke and dust in the sky, but he didn't dodge or dodge in the slightest. As if this was just a well-rehearsed play, the Mongolian cavalry would definitely stop when they ran in front of him. But the Mongolian iron cavalry obviously did not have a good habit of rehearsing. They let out a burst of battle roars, and shot in front of the golden tent in an instant! The man in Tsing Yi said lightly: "The horse died." The Mongolian Iron Horse suddenly hissed! The smoke and dust storm rolls and spins them in it.The moment these ferocious horses rushed to the golden tent, they rolled and fell to the ground with painful howls! The smoke and dust suddenly swirled into a blood mist, lying between the golden tent and the camp.An Dahan couldn't help but let out a roar: "What happened?" The smoke, dust and blood mist slowly receded, and this familiar golden tent squatted like an ancient beast, making people awe-inspiring. All the war horses fell to the ground, roaring in pain.Their four hooves were dripping with blood, and not even pure steel horseshoes could block those scars.An Dahan's fierce eyes shot at the ground angrily, but he couldn't help roaring again. The ground is densely packed with arrows. Arrowheads of pure steel. Just now six thousand arrows were fired angrily, the arrows collided with the golden tent, the body of the arrow could not withstand such a strong force, it immediately burst into pieces, but the pure steel arrowheads could not be destroyed, scattered on the ground, posing the biggest threat to the cavalry . Tribulus array. Apart from the Great Wall, this is the best way to defend against Mongolian cavalry. I Dahan would not have thought of this, but the flagpole formation blocked his vision, and when the man in Tsing Yi was setting up the flagpole formation, there was clearly nothing on the ground. He gritted his teeth, his complexion gradually turned pale, and he sat down slowly.This man was the most tyrannical opponent he had ever seen in his life.He didn't have a single soldier under his command, so he lost his soldiers and generals. What if he commands tens of thousands of elite soldiers? I Dahan really has no confidence to conquer such a man! The Mongolian cavalry is indeed the most powerful army in the world. The horses were damaged, and the cavalry rolled to the ground with arrows all over their bodies.They gritted their teeth without saying a word, and dragged their horses slowly back to the base camp. All the skills of cavalry are on the horse.Without their horses, they are nothing. But they could not abandon their steed, which was their companion, their kin.When the horse died, some cavalry never fought again for life. They fell on their knees in front of I Dahan, so ashamed that they almost died.They hoped to wash away the shame of the Khan, but their incompetence amplified the shame. I Dahan didn't even look at them, his scowl mixed with a hint of cruelty: "Fire out!" There was a loud bang, and twelve Shenwei red-clothed cannons were launched, lined up, with their black muzzles facing the golden tent, like twelve hissing and screaming poisonous dragons. The Shenwei cannon is so powerful that even the strongest city walls cannot withstand the cannon blast.When a cannon shot out, it really fell apart.Although the artillery power of the Ming Dynasty was not as powerful as today's, gunpowder was mixed with iron bullets. In that era of cold weapons, the red cannon was undoubtedly the magic weapon of the devil, and it was definitely not something that flesh and blood could compete with. The only disadvantage is that the gun body made of muddy iron is too heavy to be moved.But it is perfect for siege.At this time, An Dahan lost his troops and lost his generals, and in a rage, he invited out the Shenwei red cannon. No matter how advanced the martial arts of the man in Tsing Yi is, no matter how many strange skills he has in defending against armor, he will never be able to stand up to a cannonball.I Dahan firmly believes in this. The artillerymen loaded the gunpowder and lit the fire. With a bang, a two-foot-long tail of flames suddenly pulled up from the cannon, and Fengzhou Beach seemed to be turned over suddenly. Amid the bang, a huge cannonball roared out of the cannon bore with a ball of fire, and went straight up. Nine days, and then turned into a ball of raging fire, burning straight down through the sky! The man in Tsing Yi was not moved at all, and lightly raised his glass: "The cannon in red is unparalleled in power, and it is the best weapon for the battle at this time. The Great Khan is worthy of being a commander who has experienced many battles." "It's just that the fatal flaw of the red cannon is..." He sighed leisurely: "It can only be used in siege battles, and its hit rate is too low." As if to explain his words, the ball of fire crashed down and exploded seven feet away to the left of the golden tent.The ground vibrated violently, as if it had been torn into pieces by this cannon, and it was being ravaged vigorously. The man in Tsing Yi didn't even frown. Seeing the fierce power of the red-clothed cannon, An Dahan's confidence rose sharply, and he said with a smile: "What if the twelve cannons fired together?" He waved. Twelve gunners loaded the gunpowder together, adjusted the barrel, and fired. The man in Tsing Yi smiled. "The second fatal shortcoming of the red cannon is that..." "It's too slow to fire a shot." The sleeves of the robe flicked. The flaming flames seven feet away from him jumped up suddenly as if being pulled by a strong force, across a distance of one hundred feet in an instant, and suddenly shot into the barrel of the frontmost cannon. With a loud bang, the gunpowder that had just been loaded in the cannon was immediately detonated, and the huge cannon body was almost completely exploded. The twelve gunners operating close to the cannon body were all blown to pieces. These sharp weapons that destroy cities and villages instantly become the most dangerous thorns. I Dahan was taken aback and couldn't help jumping up from the bed. The man in Tsing Yi smiled and toasted: "Cannon destroyed." An Dahan let out a roar! "kill him!" The whole barracks suddenly rolled, and one hundred thousand elite soldiers, all turned into monstrous waves due to the roar of An Dahan, rushed towards the golden tent amidst the fierce drums. It was a cloud of condensed murderous intent, churning dully over the grassland.The sun shines on it, it looks so immature. This cloud can destroy everything! Under the fierce attack of 100,000 people, all martial arts, strategies, and formations are useless. To resist one hundred thousand elite soldiers, one must also have one hundred thousand elite soldiers! My Dahan stood proudly, and the cold wind of the grassland blew on his body, drawing a proud sneer. Once he uses all his strength, he will surely win. must! The man in Tsing Yi slowly held up the glazed cup that shone like a cat's eyes.The lights of the giant butter candles were still flickering slowly, like frightened eyes, watching the Mongolian army coming like a raging tide. They will destroy everything and bleed everything. The man in Tsing Yi sighed long. The moment the army touched the golden tent, he raised his glass with one hand, stretched out two fingers with the other, and lightly lifted the king's case. The cyan figure turned into a cloud, split open the golden tent, and floated into the air. With the king's case in front of him and the fine wine in his hand, he was as indifferent as a leisurely stroll in a spring garden. He leapt over a hundred thousand armored soldiers with great vigor and fluttered down in front of An Dahan. With a soft bang, the king's case slowly fell, and it was placed between Ida and him. The two were only a table away. Less than five steps. Blood splashing on this case can make the world untouchable. The fine wine, not a single drop was spilled, was held by slender fingers and slowly placed on the table. It's like launching a decisive chess piece. He lightly pressed the table with both hands, and leaned forward. The long hair raised by the morning wind flowed down like a river of stars, and slowly fell on his shoulders, covering that faint and distant smile: "General, army." The smile slowly turned cold. "I said, one hundred thousand elite soldiers will be the sword to kill you." Al Dahan, who dispatched all the soldiers and horses, is already an empty city. But the killing intent was raging and cracking electricity, and the dragon was arrogant, showing the invincible spirit in the world. The Central Plains is fierce, looking forward to life. Chapter Fourteen The Spring Breeze Rides Through the Lonely City The blue morning mist hangs down, like a huge veil, quietly covering the vast Fengzhou Beach. Hundreds of thousands of large formations, silent. The icy killing intent spread from the light green clothes, covering the entire field. A white horse galloped out of the formation, galloped across Juechen, and ran towards the deserted city. The horse's body was stained with a little bit of blue light by the mist, revealing a lustrous luster like jade.The figure on the horseback was even paler than paper, with long sleeves and snow-white mane flying together, passing through the dense mist soundlessly, like a ghost speeding through the morning wind. Heavy robbery. His long silver hair was flying in the wind, blocking his sight, and under the broken mask, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his bloodless mouth. Like everyone else, he also felt fear from the moment the man in Tsing Yi appeared. The fear of destruction. This kind of fear comes through the air, with the solemnity of fate, with the power to penetrate the cycle of reincarnation, completely irresistible. But he was not as confused as the others, but a kind of joy rose from the bottom of his heart. Because he finally saw his destiny. He is the catastrophe of the common people, with resentment, jealousy, and unwillingness, he came to this hypocritical world.He is the puppet master hidden in the depths of the curtain, with invisible silk threads wrapped around his fingers, manipulating people's love and hate to his heart's content. It was the most gorgeous and cruel performance, tearing away all the veils of warmth in the world, revealing the original ugliness in it. He is doomed to watch the whole world collapse. Also watched his own fate. The dawn is getting brighter and brighter, and the outline of the deserted city is gradually approaching.The ruined city is full of traces of war and blood, which can be seen under the baptism of the rising sun, revealing a crumbling desolation. Chong Jie pulled the reins suddenly, and the white horse neighed up to the sky, and stopped under the ruined walls of the deserted city. He saw Acacia. She was still wearing a water-red shirt, sitting on the cold stone steps with her knees hugged. The cyan morning mist was stirred by the breeze, like a swaying river, lingering around her thin body, and dyed her shoulder-hanging long hair with a layer of dew. She sat under the haze of the dangerous wall, raised her head, looked up at the light of the morning sun, and remained motionless.A dazzling sun poured on his face, drying the tears in the corners of his eyes. At that moment, she frowned, her long eyelashes were covered with crystal frost, and she looked sad and helpless. To turn the barren city into a city of prosperity, she must borrow 3,000 head of cattle.Three thousand cows, if they are by his side, are just a small difficulty, which can be erased between talking and laughing, just like a game.But now, on this vast grassland, it is an insurmountable mountain, which is related to the life and death of 20,000 people in the deserted city. But no one could help her. What should she do? Chong Jie stood in front of her, staring at the woman. This woman who was regarded as a lotus flower by the people of the deserted city, this woman who defied the majesty of the Great Khan, this woman who was blessed and kissed by Brahma, could only cry secretly in the morning wind when no one was looking. he laughed. At the moment when Chaoyang shone the first ray of light on his face, he smiled.The pale face was suddenly dyed red by the sun. He knew why she was worried.Naturally, I also know what this sorrow means. He got off his horse and walked towards her step by step. The dense morning mist was not disturbed by his steps, as if he did not exist in this world, just a phantom of nothingness, a fear deep in his heart.As he walks through it, nothing changes and leaves no trace.He came with joys and sorrows, but when he left, he took everything with him. He came in front of Acacia, bent down, a faint smile stained his face.Under the rendering of the sunlight, that ferocious mask also appeared secretive and soft. "Whatever you want, I can give you." There is infinite mercy in His soft words. Xiangsi suddenly raised her head and looked at him vigilantly. She never believed that the devil in front of her would have any kindness. Zhong Jie looked at her with endless pity: "Now, only I can help you..." His voice gradually became solemn: "Perhaps, you should try to trust me once." Xiangsi bit her lip: "I want to borrow three thousand cows." Chong Jie smiled and nodded: "Yes." He agreed so easily, Xiangsi was startled instead, and then frowned: "What do you want?" She was ready to bear all the harsh conditions he proposed. Zhong Jie smiled, "I don't want you to do anything." Acacia was startled, and looked at him suspiciously. Chong Jie said indifferently: "I just want you to remember, our bet is still there, and you must not leave the deserted city within these three months." "otherwise……" He stood facing the sun, and the sun shone on his silver hair, reflecting a strange light, as if penetrating through his body, breeding thousands of pure white flowers, silently blooming on the grassland. At that moment, his whole body was incomparably transparent, like the most holy elf, but what he said was the most bloody and dangerous prophecy. "Everyone in the deserted city must sacrifice blood." Xiangsi bit her lip lightly. She was ready to accept any conditions of the heavy robbery, as long as he could agree to her request. But he didn't ask for anything more, he just reiterated their bet.This was kindness beyond her expectations. So, she didn't hesitate. "I will never leave the deserted city until it becomes a rich and free city." Abundance, freedom, no more humiliation, no more pain.If there are no gods, there will also be no demons. She did not make an oath to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, but the heavens and the earth, the wilderness and the city have all remembered her promises, Zhong Jie looked at her with a smile and nodded. He gently raised his sleeve, and a very thin poisonous snake was wrapped around his pale fingers. Thin as a strand of silk. The snake's body is completely transparent, and the eyes can penetrate its body without hindrance.No bone, no blood.If it weren't for the shimmering pupils, anyone would regard it as an ornament carved from jade. However, what ornaments can carve out such beauty?The slender line is like a streamer, and the soft arc tells endless thoughts.When it winds on Chongjie's palm, it is like a light shining on another light, so harmonious and bright. Without the slightest harm, the purest and gentle beauty. As if memory itself. Chong Jie stretched out his hand, gently brushing back the hair hanging beside Xiangsi's ear. That pure white jade snake body was so icy cold that Xiangsi couldn't help shivering slightly.Along with a little bit of pain, she could feel that the snake's thin teeth pierced her skin and bit into her earlobe. The snake's slender body slowly stiffened, curling up into an extremely beautiful snake-shaped earring.When the sun shines on it, the flowing light ripples gently in the snake's body, just like a dream that has not yet awakened. The cold, seeping from Acacia's earlobe, along the veins of her whole body, has been attributed to the heart.The little snake seemed to have become infinitely slender and elongated, intertwined into a net in her body, engulfing her, and she would never be able to escape. Acacia did not dodge, she knew that this was something she had to bear. One day, the deserted city will be rich, free and happy. But what about her?Will she be happy?free? No need to read. Heavy robbery hands were still on her temples, touching her hair, and sighed: "The name of this snake is Wangqing." "The most lingering thing in the world is the word love. Once you fall in love, if you get it, you will be in love; if you lose it, you will forget it. If you have love, you will suffer, but if you forget it, you will never suffer." He said softly, with pity in his eyes: "Because you will forget one by one, the most unforgettable things in these days, and the people who are most grateful in your heart. The more you want to remember, the sooner you will forget .If you don't have my antidote, you will eventually forget all your memories and become a walking dead." "At that time, your life will be worse than death." He held Acacia's temples tenderly, as if what he was talking about was infinite blessings. Acacia lowered her eyes and remained unmoved. When she said that promise, she had made up her mind.She doesn't care about what will happen to her, she only cares about one thing. ——She wants to do her best for that deserted city. Chong Jie looked at her gentle yet resolute face, his eyes suddenly changed, and there was a hint of disgust in his transparent eyes. He stretched out his hand suddenly and held Xiangsi's wrist tightly.The thin fingers seemed to tap into the pulse of lovesickness and tear the dripping blood. Only in this way could he relieve his mania. "How many people do you want to charm?" Before she could answer, he had already grabbed her hand and walked towards the white horse. He forcibly pulled her onto the horse, and then slowly raised her head. Sunlight poured into his body again, erasing all his filth and smoothing everything that was irritable. The white clothes hung down like flowing clouds, covering his whole body. He swung his whip violently, and the white horse galloped out again. "Take you to meet someone." The white horse galloped across the vast grassland to the camp of Al Dahan. The heart of lovesickness is also like the white mist lingering around, empty and boundless.The poison of forgetting love slowly moved in her body, making her hands and feet feel a little cold. She suddenly discovered that the atmosphere in today's camp was so strange. All the soldiers are wearing helmets and armor, with their swords out of their sheaths.They seemed to have just experienced a tragic fight, but they were frozen in the most intense moment of the fight.Their expressions were so flustered and fearful, but they didn't dare to do anything, they just stared at the center of the camp. Chong Jie stopped the horse, as if there was something there that frightened him and he did not dare to approach it. There, a faint blue shadow was toasting for a drink. Acacia's heart suddenly became chaotic. Hot tears instantly blinded her eyes, and her body was almost completely frozen. Chong Jie smiled, stroked his chest lightly, and bowed to the man on horseback: "I've brought the one you want." The man raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, but he didn't look at him. Chong Jie got off his horse and slapped the horse's leg with the whip in his hand.The white horse neighed, and walked towards the blue figure with lovesickness alone. Xiangsi raised her hand subconsciously, but couldn't control the reins, and could only let the horse's hooves make a soft and crisp sound on the grassland. It seems that a thousand years, ten thousand years have been waiting for this moment. It was as if all the grievances had disappeared at this moment. It seems that forever, it all starts from this moment. Flowers bloom in the mirror, and the moon is full in the water. This moment came so abruptly that she didn't have time to rejoice, she could only steer the horse forward in a daze, approaching the faint tenderness. Because she knew that as long as this person was around, no one could hurt her. Because, he is Zhuo Wangsun. The cyan figure stood up slowly. Zhuo Wangsun looked at Acacia who rode the horse. His eyes were flat, expressionless.It was as if I just waited for a quarter of an hour in the White Horse Temple in Luoyang and saw her. He stretched out his hand to hold the rein of the horse, and said lightly: "Follow me." Xiangsi's body stiffened at this moment.She could almost see the gloomy smile hidden by the heavy white clothes behind him. She finally understood why Chong Jie agreed to her, even if she borrowed 30,000 or 300,000 cows, he would agree. In this world, no one can resist Zhuo Wangsun. Therefore, you can only resist her. ——If you leave, everyone in the deserted city will have to sacrifice blood. The surrounding area was filled with mist, and the 100,000 troops were silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on Xiangsi, as if they were waiting for a verdict. A judgment that could make the world fall into oblivion at any time. At this moment, that dress in Tsing Yi is so Xiao Shu and indifferent, without any murderous intent.But everyone knew that the life and death of their Great Khan was still under the control of this person, and no one dared to offend his anger. And what about this woman? Time seems to freeze at this moment, and there is no sound around, only the echo of the morning wind whimpering at the end of the grassland. Xiangsi lowered her head and bit her lips tightly. In the morning wind, her voice was so weak, yet so determined: "No, I can't go back yet." A trace of anger flashed deep in Zhuo Wangsun's eyes. How dare she defy him? How dare she say "no" to him before the thousands of troops? After the end of the world, how dare she say "no" to him? Xiangsi's weak shoulders trembled slightly, not daring to look up at him. She knows how precious this moment is. "I can't leave the deserted city. I promised them that I would give them freedom and save them. I must accompany them and see that they can live freely, rich and free. What they can do, just give me Three months. If they can do it, I can definitely do it too..." "I have already borrowed rice and cattle. I have made all the preparations. I will grow good rice, cattle, sheep and livestock, and many houses will be built. It will definitely happen." "We will rebuild this city to make it even more magnificent. Wide streets run through the whole city, and there are neat and beautiful tile houses on both sides of the street. There are herds of cattle and sheep, living on the grassland, and people will work in the fields between grazing, They grow very good crops. They learn all kinds of skills and build the city more and more richly. They will never worry about wars. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, they will have enough food, warm Clothes, living in the same house as the Central Plains... I can definitely do it..." She gripped the rein tightly and couldn't help sobbing softly. That was nice and nice, but so tough. That is the fate of a city, and it should not rest on a person's shoulders.When the times do not allow happiness, what can a person do? Zhuo Wangsun looked at her. He is used to seeing her waiting for him at the White Horse Temple, and he is used to her being as soft as water beside the water lilies in Qutang. He is used to her who is unknown in the world, and he is also used to the title of the first quarter moon master he gave her. He wasn't used to seeing her cry. Although, he had seen countless times, she had shed tears for those in suffering. She is always so kind, self-willed, and if she wants to do it, she will try her best to do it. But this world is not like this, she does not have his strong wings.It is the sky of Huayinge that is suitable for her to fly, not the desolate grasslands of Mongolia. "I order you, follow me." He got on his horse and hugged her in his arms, without any explanation and no resistance. Her body became stiff at this moment. Zhuo Wangsun ignored it and lightly kicked the horse's belly. The white horse neighed and galloped out. Graceful greetings. The thick fog faded slightly, and the sun, with the brilliance of the morning sun, penetrated the veil of fog, casting a faint shadow on this endless grassland, like a blue tapestry stretching for thousands of miles, embroidered with dots of patterns by the artisans of the sky . The white horse walks slowly in a vast sea of ​​flowers. In the grassland in May, the waves of flowers are like the sea. The sea of ​​flowers stretches as far as the eye can see, and all kinds of unknown wild flowers are in full bloom.Snow white, light purple, dark red, golden yellow, azure blue... criss-crossing, laid out successively on the azure background, embellishing a magnificent splendor. The morning breeze caressed gently on this splendid splendor, and the sea of ​​flowers fluctuated under the invisible fingers, making a slight rustling sound, just like the most elegant keys in the world, under the percussion of the breeze, playing to the bottom. Beautiful beat. After crossing this sea of ​​flowers and walking for more than a hundred miles, they entered the border of Daming.After seven days, they will be able to return to Huayin Pavilion.Jiangnan, where the mountains are warm and the water soft, is her home. The white horse walks slowly through the sea of ​​flowers, its hoofbeats are soft and slow, but it goes all the way south without looking back. What he decided for her must not be changed in the slightest. Acacia nestled in his arms, but could not feel the slightest warmth.The carnival flames in the deserted city and the hopeful faces of the 20,000 people always appeared in front of her eyes, and she couldn't get rid of them. How could she break her promise and abandon the people who made her hope? But how could she resist him? She lowered her head weakly, her despairing eyes fell on the undulating sea of ​​flowers. The grass was so lush that it covered the horse's knees.Starry flowers sway in the wind.If you are on the horse, you can pick it up as soon as you bow your head. Suddenly, there was a sharp stabbing pain in her heart. A little blue flower caught her eyes. This flower is so familiar, it once bloomed all over the field when guarding the deserted city for the first time.离别时，被她轻轻摘下，别在杨逸之一尘不染的衣襟上。 这一朵不起眼的小花，却仿佛有万钧之重，摧毁了她最后的防线。 她突然挣扎起来：“不，让我回去！” 卓王孙从身后控住了她的双手，越握越紧，直到她的手腕上都勒出了深深的痕迹。 没有想到，她的挣扎竟是如此激烈，全然不顾手腕上的痛楚，极力反抗着他的怀抱，仿佛不惜将心也一起撕开。 卓王孙看着她，眼底的温度在一点点冷却，突然放手。 相思猝不及防间，从马背上跌落，摔倒在花海中。 她挣扎起身，逆着夺目的阳光，怔怔仰望着他。 马背上，他轻轻执着缰绳，长发垂落，将他清俊的容颜也笼罩上一层阴霾。 花海在他身后摇曳，他俯下身，注视着她的眸子，冷冷道：“为什么？” 相思禁不住啜泣起来：“我如果走了，重劫会杀死荒城所有的人。我曾立下誓言，必须回去救他们，我不能走啊……” 她的声音在寂寂花原上轻轻颤抖，语无伦次。 卓王孙只冷冷地看着她，一直等着她说完。 他淡淡重复了一次：“为什么？” 相思惶惑地看着他。突然，她的心慌乱起来。 是的，荒城的百姓、和重劫的盟约，这些都是很好的理由，但还不是她心底最真实的牵挂。 她最挂怀的到底是什么？ 相思下意识地摇着头，喃喃道：“而且……” 她迎着他冰冷的目光，猝然住口。 她心中感到了一阵深深的恐惧。 因为她发现，在他的注视下，自己竟完全无法提起那三个字，无法提起杨逸之。 why? 本来，华音阁主卓王孙与武林盟主杨逸之亦敌亦友。此刻，她求他去将杨逸之从重劫的掌控中救出来，不是理所当然的么？ 为什么她的心会感到一阵慌乱？ 她该怎样向他解释，杨逸之为何会沦入重劫的魔掌，又是如何一次次为了救她，在这可怕的罪孽中越陷越深？ 她该怎样向他提起，这三个月来发生的一幕幕？ 她该怎样掩饰，自己心底的惶惑？ 一股真切的无力感传来，她仿佛被无形的力量击中，一时竟无法站立。她绝望地跪倒在花丛中，深深垂下头，任星星点点的花叶刺痛了自己的娇靥，却不敢抬头看这个世界一眼。 这一刻，她竟有一丝愧疚。 却又倍感迷惘。 极轻的脚步声响起，是他，下马向她走来。 相思躲避着，将脸深埋在衣袖中，纤弱的双肩不住颤抖。 他在她面前止步，俯身抬起她消瘦的下颚，强迫她凝视着自己。 "Say." 依旧是如此霸道，不容她有丝毫隐瞒。 相思惊恐地面对着他的目光。她不知道自己为何如此恐惧，也不知道自己为何不敢向他提起。 卓王孙皱起眉头，此刻的相思，让他感到了陌生。 她，应该是习惯柔顺、服从，在他面前，她从未有任何违抗。 但现在，她却忤逆了他，三番五次。 她在疑惑什么？她在犹豫什么？What is she afraid of? 那句没有说完的“而且”后，到底是怎样的困惑？ 让她风鬟雾鬓，隐见憔悴？ 卓王孙皱起眉头，此刻的相思，让他感到了陌生。 她，应该是习惯柔顺、服从，在他面前，她从未有任何违抗。 但现在，她却忤逆了他，三番五次。 她在疑惑什么？她在犹豫什么？What is she afraid of? 那句没有说完的“而且”后，到底是怎样的困惑？ 让她风鬟雾鬓，隐见憔悴？ 相思怔怔地看着他，数次欲言又止。或者，她可以隐瞒一些事情，隐瞒在千军万马中，他为了救出自己，数度出入；隐瞒在地心之城、重劫恶毒的安排下，让两人几越雷池…… 她只告诉他杨逸之在这里，需要他去救。 但，又有谁能在他面前，做这样的隐瞒？ 即便，她可以用谎言来掩饰这一切，她又如何面对自己惶惑的心？ 相思发出一声轻轻的啜泣，无力的将头转开，再也无法面对他的目光。 卓王孙伸出手，强行将她的脸捧起。 他是如此用力，以致她消瘦的下颚上也印下了淡淡道红痕。 他眸子中透出一丝残忍的光芒：“说你心里的疑惑。” 目光是如此冰冷，绝无一点温度，仿佛利剑一般，刺痛了她的双眼，似乎一直要洞穿她的心。 无边思绪，都被切割成凌乱的丝缕，紧紧缠绕在她身上，让她无法呼吸，无法思考。 就听他一字字道：“我，替，你，毁，灭。” 相思一惊，这句话摧毁了她最后的勇气。因为她感到了这短短几个字中，已透出无尽的杀意。 龙有逆鳞，批之者死。 多少年来，她一直明白，眼前这个如龙夭矫的男子，即便在最温柔的时刻，也不可全心亲近。 他可以走过千山万水来找她；他可以在白马上，温柔地对她伸出手；他可以戏弄十万大军，不问一切，只让她跟自己回家。 但他内心深处，却永远是一座不可开启的宫殿，绝非她可以揣度。 她不知道，自己在说出那句“而且”之后，会有怎样的后果。 不敢承受，甚至，不敢去想。 终于，泪光在她眼中凝结成冰，她勉强微笑道：“而且……我如果走了，重劫会杀死荒城所有的人。我曾立下誓言，必须回去救他们……” 她突然住口，因为她意识到，自己正在重复说过的话。 多么苍白的重复。 刹那间，两人相对无言，只有轻轻晨风，在无边花海上掠过，发出沙沙的响声。 花海起伏，青锦上花纹变换，透出一望无际的静谧，白马悠闲地停在不远处，低头吃草。 一切是那么宁静，仿佛多年前曾做过的梦。 只是两人之间的空气却是那么清冷。 冷到凝结。 她透过泪痕，怔怔地看着他，两人近在咫尺，却仿佛隔了千万里的距离。 比天涯海角，还要遥远。 突然她的身躯一震，已被他紧紧拥入怀中，恣意而暴虐地，亲吻着她的双唇。 相思本能地挣扎，却被他压倒在花海中。 身下蔓草一阵凌乱的碎响，仿佛在凄声述说化为飞灰前的欢娱。两人的衣衫上都染上点点湿痕，蔓草般纠缠的的气息在静谧的花原上缓缓弥散。 相思睁开双眼，透过他飞扬的长发的间隙，那星星点点的青色小花化为尘芥，在阳光中飞扬，仿佛夜空中的流萤，无声无息地在她眼前飞旋、坠落。 她的心在轻轻抽搐，分不清是幸福还是痛苦。 她不再反抗，而是默默承受。 是的，她无法、也不愿违抗他。从一开始，她就只要顺从地偎依在他的羽翼下，承受他给予自己的一切。多少年以来，她都是如此心甘情愿，沉沦入他统治的炼狱，做他永远的囚徒。 曾是那么、那么的爱他。 爱他的温柔、爱他的暴虐；爱他的给予、爱他的掠夺。爱他的一切。 只是，她不知道，那一刻自己的身体是如此僵硬。 他将她压倒在花海中，恣意侵占着她的双唇，以不容抵抗的暴虐，宣誓他的威严。 她柔软唇齿间透来淡淡的微凉，这种感觉是那么熟悉，却又仿佛在最不经意处有了改变，显得无比陌生。 这种陌生感仿佛要印证他的疑惑，在他的心底搅起一阵莫名的烦乱。 刹那间，破坏与凌虐的冲动突如其来，瞬间占据了他的心。 他一沉手，将她衣襟撕开。 一寸一寸。 他的目光从她莹洁如玉的肌肤上扫过，却是那么冰冷，宛如一柄利剑，要将剥去她一切遮掩、将那个疑惑从她体内生生剜出。 突然，他抬起头，看到了她哀恳的目光。 她的声音很轻，在漠漠飞花中散开，仿佛一根随时要断裂的弦： “求求你，让我回去。” 他的动作瞬间静止。 一点寒芒从他眸子深处闪过，四周的空气仿佛瞬间被抽空，森寒的气息蔓延过整个原野。 万点野花，似乎也在这一刻枯萎。 但这寒芒稍纵即逝。 他轻轻推开她，起身，向花海深处走去。 再不回头。 相思跪在花海中，掩起凌乱的衣衫，樱红的双唇微微颤抖，却发不出声。 晨风轻轻抚过，将她眼中的泪水点滴风干。 她就这样，深深跪在花丛深处，眼睁睁看着他越走越远，却始终没有追过去。直到他的身影消失在花海那头，她才禁不住痛哭出声。 大片花海在两人之间起伏，仿佛是波涛卷涌的汪洋，将两人遥遥隔开。 再没有渡过的方舟。 不知过了多久，她牵起白马，一面啜泣着，一面向荒城走去。 万顷花海中，只剩下她一个人，缓缓前行。 晨雾已经散去，阳光投照在她单薄的身影上，仿佛无尽浪涛中的一只蝴蝶，是那么孤单，那么无助。 她想起了自己在白马寺许下的心愿。 是的，天涯海角，他终于乘着白马，出现在她的面前。 那一刻，他的微笑是那么温柔，越过了千山万水，只想带她回家。 这不正是她梦魂萦绕的一幕么？ 可是，为什么会是这样的结局？ 她为何不能放下一切，跟随他离开？ 为什么她纯净如镜的爱情中，竟有了丝丝缕缕的隐纹？ Why? 为了谁？ 她放声哭泣着，牵着那匹白马，在茫茫原野上踉跄前行。身后，万顷野花在风中摇曳，化为浩瀚沧海。 那是她单薄的双翼再无法飞跃的距离。