Chapter 4 Chapter Three

Yang Yizhi walked slowly to the prison car and knelt down deeply. The spotless white clothes were immediately covered with mud.Although his face was still as moving as the bright moon, the calm and elegant eyes had turned into deep pain. Everyone was startled, they didn't expect this fairy-like man to be so respectful to Yang Jisheng. Is it true that loyal ministers and righteous men are respected by heaven? He lowered his head, even if he became a god that everyone in the world looked up to, he still didn't dare to put his eyes on this decayed old man. In front of Yang Jisheng, he was always just the child who did something wrong. Under the angry face of his strict father, he couldn't argue with anything, so he could only leave the house and wander around.

In the dark, Yang Yizhi seemed to be able to feel that Yang Jisheng's old face was shaking violently. Obviously, in the heart of this lonely veteran, he was full of fierce anger. Yang Yizhi's whole body was suddenly cold, and he suddenly realized that he might be completely wrong! Whether it is Princess Yongle, Wu Qingfeng, or King Wuyue, who is so powerful in the world, in the heart of this old man, they are undoubtedly the chief culprits who have caused disasters to the country and the people. If they are not killed, it will not be enough to pity the emperor and the common people, so why should they beg these people?He, Yang Jisheng, is an upright official and has never begged others for his personal affairs!

But now, Yang Yizhi is under these dignitaries. Especially, with this method. In Yang Jisheng's eyes, the romantic son, the princess who talked about the unofficial history, the beautiful and beautiful news, and the legendary legend in the world are nothing more than literati's bad deeds.Even Wang Wei, the great poet of the former dynasty, is also flawless. He Yang Jisheng was innocent all his life, how can he be so polluted in his old age? Yang Yizhi felt like a thorn in his back, he had to raise his head. Seeing Yang Jisheng staring at him, a very contemptuous word came out from between his teeth bit by bit: "Get lost!"

Yang Yi's body was like ashes. In Wuyu Valley, he could have taken Yang Jisheng away without any effort, but because Yan's father didn't want to bear the name of escape from prison, he worked so hard to ask for this pardon. In the past few days, how many hardships and arrangements have been made in exchange for the pardon, but in his eyes, it is so unbearable. What he got in return was only the contempt and ridicule in his eyes. These contempt and ridicule are like the sharpest swords, piercing deeply into his heart. Yang Yizhi only felt blood surge from the wound on his chest, and he couldn't help but vomit the blood again.

He almost mobilized the strength of his whole body to hold back the mouthful of fresh blood, but what he couldn't suppress was the severe pain in his heart. He was silent for a long time, then suddenly sighed, and said in a low voice, "Father, I'm sorry." In an instant, he lightly touched Yang Jisheng's neck. Before Yang Jisheng could react, he had already collapsed. He couldn't imagine how Yang Jisheng would blame him when he woke up, but he would rather suffer all kinds of punishments than just watch his elderly father fall into Liu Shizhong's hands! The moment Yang Yizhi's fingers touched Yang Jisheng, he could even feel the scars all over Yang Jisheng's body.This body is indeed extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, it will go out at any time.

Yang Yizhi's eyes became hot, and the stabbing pain in his chest intensified, and he could hardly condense his inner breath for a while. ——This is a pain that has never been experienced when confronting what kind of top master in the world! Yang Yizhi was in a trance, subconsciously grasped the wooden railing of the prison cart, and slowly exerted force, trying to forcibly break it. There was a soft snap, and sawdust flew. However, at the same time, there are countless extremely thin cold lights that burst out at the same time! These cold lights are as thin as a hair, and they are the same color as the sawdust. It is extremely difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and they attack Yang Yizhi silently!

Yang Yizhi's complexion changed, and the light between his fingers suddenly condensed, cutting towards the cold light. There was another crackling sound, and three identical cold lights shot out from the wooden pillars on the east, west, and south sides of the prison cart respectively! However, this time, the target of Hanmang is no longer Yang Yizhi, but the fainted Yang Jisheng! In an instant, Yang Yizhi was defenseless, and it was too late to rescue him!The cold light made a very thin sound, and Yang Jisheng's blood-stained prison clothes were about to be stained in an instant!

Yang Yizhi gritted his teeth, forcibly pulled Yang Jisheng out of the prison car with one hand, and protected him under his body. He opened his hand suddenly, and a bright white light condensed in an instant, and the two of them turned half an arc, which immediately dazzled everyone's eyes. . The light lingered and died.The big canopy's silver needle, as thin as a long eyebrow, was broken into two pieces and fell into the soil. Yang Yizhi's face was as pale as paper, this was almost a blow with all his strength. He stood up with difficulty, with a hint of joy on his face: Yang Jisheng was not injured by the silver needle.

However, because of his injuries in the past few days, there was a gap in the hastily condensed Fengyue sword energy, and an extremely thin silver needle pierced through the barrier of sword energy, piercing his ribs, and instantly submerged into the blood ! Yang Yizhi closed his eyes, and was about to gather his true energy and try to get rid of the silver needle, when a palm force powerful enough to shake the sky came from behind him. Yang Yizhi was stunned, he had only seen such a strong palm force once in his life!He wants to hide, but as long as he hides, Yang Jisheng will die at the hands of this person!

Before he could think about it, in an instant, he forcefully raised Fengyue Sword Qi to the limit. He wanted to resist it, but found a sharp pain in his ribs piercing his heart, and his whole body was almost completely stiff! Silver needles are poisonous. A poison that can instantly paralyze people. The astonishment in Yang Yizhi's eyes turned into self-mockery, the only thing he could do in time was to push Yang Jisheng far away! There was a loud bang, and the brilliance was shattered before it could condense, and the prison car was completely shattered into powder under the palm of the mad dragon!

With this kind of palm strength, as long as you make a move, you will never miss it. Countless peach blossoms formed by condensed blood flicked across the air, and Yang Yizhi fell heavily into the dust. As soon as the shock from all around came out, it was swallowed immediately. The smoke and dust in the sky dispersed, but King Wuyue stood proudly on the ground, without saying a word, only staring at his palm, and slowly closed it. This strike is the first to hurt people, and it is even more suspected of sneak attack, but it is really majestic to beat the leader of the martial arts like this, and finally let out a breath of cowardice on the top of Songshan Mountain. Suddenly, a tingling pain came from his palm, and King Wuyue lowered his head to check in amazement, and saw a cloud of purple air disperse in his palm, and a very thin bloodstain meandered down his wrist. King Wuyue's face immediately turned gloomy, and he could no longer see the slightest excitement. He originally thought that after getting the "sacred medicine", his martial arts would be invincible in the world, but he didn't expect that Yang Yizhi, who was in a trance, fought back hastily and still injured him. It's really a shame. Princess Yongle said in astonishment: "Uncle Huang, you..." King Wuyue didn't look at her, but only stared at Yang Yizhi, who was about to faint, and sighed: "This king once gave you a chance, but you refused to take it... I thought you were a talent, but I didn't expect you to be as stubborn as Naifu." It doesn't work." As he spoke, the purple energy in his palm condensed, and he wanted to strike again. Princess Yongle exclaimed, "Wait a minute, uncle!" King Wuyue's palm stopped in mid-air, but the purple energy gathered even stronger: "Bicheng Yuanjun is a person of pure cultivation, please avoid such scenes." Princess Yongle got off her horse and stood in front of King Wuyue. She said solemnly: "Dare to ask Uncle Emperor, when was the mechanism set up?" At her finger was the prison cart that had been reduced to debris. King Wu Yue said: "It has always been there." Princess Yongle hesitated and said: "So, Uncle Huang already expected that he would come to save people?" King Wuyue laughed and said, "Yang Jisheng is an imperial criminal, so he should be strictly guarded. It's common sense to set up a few organs, so don't be surprised by Yuan Jun." The princess's face became even colder: "The emperor's uncle has been hiding among the soldiers, and he will only attack this person when he is injured by the mechanism. Obviously, it has been arranged long ago, but why am I surprised?" King Wuyue glanced at the princess, as if he didn't expect the princess to be so thoughtful, and said with a smile: "This is Yuan Jun's overthinking." The princess glanced at Yang Yi, and saw him fall in the pile of falling flowers, his pale face, pale clothes, against the backdrop of flying red all over the sky, were so crystal clear and fragile, almost one more finger would shatter into a sky full of red dust. The princess's heart tightened for no reason, and she said lightly: "My Zhu family's presence in the world is an honor for all people, how can I do things behind the scenes? Uncle Emperor, please stand back and let this young master take Master Yang away." King Wuyue smiled, but he refused to move his footsteps, and said: "The princess should think twice about this matter, Yang Jisheng is a criminal, and this Young Master Yang is a great chief of the world, and the court is a confidant of troubles. You must not let the tiger go back to the mountain. " A burst of anger flashed across Princess Yongle's face, and she was about to explode when suddenly, a horse riding Huang Chen came in from the outside, and the rider flew away from the horse, and knelt down on the ground: "My lord, my lord! My lord, go to Beijing for an interview!" Both King Wuyue and Princess Yongle were startled.However, Jiajing's temperament has changed a lot since he cultivated immortality, and he is moody, and it is common for him to change from day to day. Princess Yongle sneered and said: "Master Yang is not a criminal now, can Emperor Uncle let him go?" King Wuyue frowned and pondered, and said slowly: "Of course Yang Jisheng can go, but this Mr. Yang..." Suddenly, the sword light flickered in front of the eyes, and a sword flew out from the princess' waist, and was deeply inserted in front of King Wuyue.King Wuyue's complexion changed immediately, and he naturally recognized that it was the Shangfang sword bestowed by Emperor Jiajing. The Shangfang sword that cuts the emperor up and the people down. As soon as this sword is released, it feels like the emperor is in person. Princess Yongle said coldly: "If you still recognize this sword, then send Master Yang back to Beijing in person. You don't need to take care of the affairs here." King Wu Yue knelt down slowly, the majesty of Shang Fang's sword was not something anyone could resist.He bowed three times, raised his eyes, and stared at Shang Fang's sword. He looked very carefully, as if he had never seen this sword before.Then, he said in a deep voice, "Leader." He held up Shang Fang's sword respectfully and said: "Help Lord Yang get on his horse." Several officers and soldiers brought a white horse and put Yang Jisheng, who was still in a coma, on it. King Wuyue also got on his horse slowly, and led a small group of people to the capital. Except for this group of soldiers from the palace, all the people who originally guarded the princess to sacrifice to heaven stayed here. King Wuyue didn't look back. But from beginning to end, there was a smile on his face. A chilling smile. The princess sighed softly, focused on the thousands of dancing peach blossoms, and said leisurely: "Let's start." Everyone's spirits were shocked, and they agreed suddenly: "Sacrifice-day-start-start-" All the officers and men heard this, and immediately got busy, bringing forward the supplies and prices that had been prepared long ago, and building the imperial altar.For a while, there was a lot of civil engineering, and in an instant, a nine-foot-nine-high imperial altar was built. At the top, three feet three is the first level, where the Emperor Xu Yujingshan Tianbao Huatai is set up for the teacher of the Three Treasures.On the left is a building for innocence and destiny, and on the right is a festival for lions to ward off evil spirits.On the left is the Talisman of Tongzhen to reduce thousands of truths; on the right is the Talisman of Daling to summon all spirits;In the southeast and northwest of the altar, there are banner symbols of Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku and Xuanwu.Zhen'an jade charms were laid on five sides. The three feet and three in the middle is the first level, with eight gates: Northwest Yuxu Tongzhen Gate Zhengbei Qingleng Xuanyi Gate The Gate of Calm Nature in the Northeast, the Gate of the Origin of Qinghua in the East Southeastern Chunhe Gangyang Gate Zhengnan Chunyang Xuanhe Gate Southwest Kunshun Gate of Jinhe Zhengxi Gangming Gate of Haohua The lowest three feet and three are the first level, and the twelve qi are listed: Zi is the Qi of Xuantian Yuchu, Ugly is the Qi of Beiyuan Nature In the Yin position, the spirit of evil spirits is warded off, and in the Mao position, the spirit of youth and vitality begins Chen is the qi of Huang Ling and Gao Xuan, and the qi of calmness and tranquility is the qi In the middle of the afternoon, the flaming real qi is under the bright qi, and the condensed real qi is not in the middle. Shen Wei has the air of thick and solemn The Xu position is the Qi of nourishing the spirit, and the Hai position is the Qi of returning to the yin and returning to the true. After the completion of the imperial altar, the officials and soldiers knelt down to the ground, and the Taoist nuns in the Bicheng Temple slammed the chime. Princess Yongle took out the Qing Ci written by the great scholar Xu Jie, read it respectfully to the sky, and sent the Toulong slips to the left and right.The slips are divided into three slips, all of which are written in Dan Shu and Jade Letters, together with a golden dragon and nine golden buttons, bound with black silk.Toulong bamboo slips are divided into mountain slips, soil slips, and water slips. The mountain slips are sealed and cast among the cliffs of the caves and mansions in Lingshan, and they are closed to tell the five peaks of Lingshan to tell the heavenly officials Shangyuan; , Or throw it on the altar and patio to tell the official Zhongyuan of the League; throw the water slip into the Sanjiang Lingquantandong Water Mansion to tell the official Xiayuan of the League.Princess Yongle took out the water slip and gently threw it into the holy well under the peach blossom tree. At this moment, she suddenly felt a little melancholy. She suddenly thought of Yang Yizhi's faint smile and his persistence that he would rather die than quit.Her melancholy is like rippling spring water, reflecting the sky. The water hits the water and falls into the deep spring, just like the first sight. She knew that the Golden Dragon and Jade Slip had been locked in the bottom of the water since then, just like her heart of the emperor and nobles was locked in the deep palace. From then on, if she wanted to listen to Tianhua Feiwu's "Yulun Robe" again, it would never happen again. possible. How could this not make her melancholy! She stared blankly at the ancient well, sighed long and slowly backed away. The whole thing suddenly made her extremely tired. But the majesty of the heaven and earth forced her to kneel down.She just wanted to end this boring imperial ceremony as soon as possible, and practice purely by herself. Suddenly, a vague long chant resounded from the ancient well. Everyone was shocked, although no one had heard that long chant, but inexplicably, a thought flashed in everyone's mind: Is this the dragon chant? More than ten thousand soldiers raised their heads together, and the dragon's chant increased in depression, and became extremely loud in an instant.With a loud bang, a snow-white spray suddenly rose from the ancient well, twisting and winding, straight to a height of more than ten feet, and there seemed to be a small blue shadow flying in the middle.The dragon chant was so strong that it was unbelievable. The waves flew like a mad dragon, across the sky, and threw it back into the ancient well. The dragon chant was misty and gradually sank. All the soldiers woke up like a dream, with ecstatic expressions on their faces, and they fell to the ground and shouted: "The real dragon has appeared, and my great Ming will be blessed by the heavens, and the great ancestor will live forever! Long live! Long live! Long live!" Princess Yongle was also extremely horrified, she couldn't help feeling a burst of joy in her heart, she turned her head and said with a smile: "I summoned you from Doulao Palace, did my trip be in vain?" But seeing Xiluan clenched his lips tightly, staring at the ancient well, his expression was a little gloomy.The princess said: "What's the matter?" Xiluan settled down, forced a smile and said: "Master said that the god in my heart is a golden-winged roc, and I can't meet a real dragon, so I'm a little panicked." Princess Yongle smiled and said: "I am Long Zi, you have been with me for so many years, isn't it all right? Let's go back." She took Xiluan's hand and walked outside.Xiluan remained silent and seemed a little distracted. Suddenly there was a loud noise from a distance, and a group of generals rushed over in panic. They didn't care to kneel down and shouted loudly: "General! The big thing is bad, the Mongolian soldiers are attacking!"