Chapter 9 Chapter 8 Ming Jia Disturbs Tianshan Moon

When Acacia woke up, the sun was already high. Yang Yizhi stood by her side, his whole body was bathed in the sun, his face was paler than ever, but his smile was warmer than the sun shining down on the sky. Xiangsi felt a relief in her heart, her consciousness had not yet fully recovered, and she subconsciously asked, "Are they saved?" Yang Yizhi nodded: "Five hundred and twenty-one people, everyone was saved." He gently wiped the dust off Acacia's face, and repeated: "Since you came, no one in the deserted city has died. .” Acacia nodded, and she closed her eyes wearily again.

Yang Yizhi smiled and said: "These people are now under the high platform, waiting for the Lotus Flower Goddess to wake up." There was a shy blush on Acacia's face.She finally saves them and gives them new hope. Yang Yizhi's smile looked so warm in the sun, which also made her feel relieved. She got up and looked from the edge of the high platform. The city was still dilapidated, but there was a trace of vitality. The rejuvenated residents began to take to the streets, struggling but trying their best to clean up their homes. All this, immersed in the bright sunshine, immersed in Acacia's sincere smile.

This is why she is willing to incorporate all kinds of dirty blood and deep pain into her body.She likes to see such sunshine and such people. She believed that from then on, there would be no more disasters in this deserted city. She murmured: "As long as the plague is eliminated, I believe they will be able to rebuild their home..." A sneer interrupted her: "There is no need to rebuild the home." The two were startled, and looked back, only to see Chong Jie stood up from the stone seat at some point, looking up at the broken dome with his hands behind his back, and slowly said: "This deserted city will be reduced to ashes tomorrow."

Xiangsi asked in astonishment, "Why? Isn't the plague already cured?" He looked at them, with a strange smile soaking into his clear eyes, and said softly: "I've said it many times, but no one believed it: I'm not a god, but the disaster of this city, God sent me to come Here, I want to watch it go to perish until it dies." He sighed softly and closed his eyes: "Now that one heavy punishment from heaven has passed, another heavy catastrophe has already begun." Yang Yizhi's eyes turned cold: "What disaster?" Zhong Jie seemed very satisfied with the surprise of the two of them: "The king of the grassland is Altan Khan, and his nephew Bahanaji is also an outstanding warrior. Now, he is leading thousands of warriors to attack this deserted city." He said Looking at the white clouds in the distant sky, he sighed and said: "Tomorrow at this moment, this deserted city will become ruins under the feet of Mongolian cavalry."

Xiangsi couldn't believe it: "This deserted city has no treasure and no residents. Why did the Mongolian cavalry attack here?" Chong Jie didn't answer. He opened his arms and looked up at the brilliant sunlight in the sky with his eyes closed. He turned his head after a long time, smiled at the two of them inscrutablely and profoundly, and said, "God's will." He may be right, too many things can only be explained by God's will. Just like the altar where mortals are bound to be sent by heaven, Yang Yizhi only fell into a coma for a short time after offering his blood. Apart from the expected severe pain, there was no other serious harm.

Who is he? He slowly retracted his outstretched arms, and made a prayer posture in front of his chest. This posture was a bit exaggerated in piousness. Rather than praying for the blessing of God, it would be better to say that he was blaspheming and mocking the majesty of God. A secret smile spread from his changing eyes. Like a demon. Xiangsi bit her lips tightly, unable to accept this reality for a while. She turned her eyes to the residents of the deserted city who were celebrating the rest of their life after the catastrophe. When they saw the goddess of the lotus, they burst into cheers. Some people knelt on the ground, worshiping her devoutly and joyfully.

They believed that they were already saved, saved by her, the goddess of the lotus.Their faces are still haggard. The pain and hunger have not completely dissipated, but they have revealed some contentment, tranquility, gratitude to God and hope for the future.But all of this will be smashed to pieces when the Mongolian army arrives. She could no longer save them. The Mongolian iron cavalry with the advantage of riding and shooting is almost undefeated in the world. How can the people in this city resist?What's more, the city was dilapidated and could not withstand any attack. Could it be that their joy can only be so short-lived?

There were tears in Acacia's eyes.If a moment ago, these people were strangers, but now, the blood of each of them has merged into her blood.She had endured so much suffering to get this chance for a new life for them, how could she give up at this moment? She was thinking hard, thinking of a way to save the crisis, but she was so confused that she couldn't think of anything. Yang Yizhi sighed silently, he knew that it would be impossible to take this princess away. Her life has been lingering on the body of more than 500 people. If she is saved, she will save 522 people. If she dies, 522 people will die.

He didn't know, she was not a princess.Originally, she just took on the hatred and set foot in the rivers and lakes. However, by chance, fate pushed her into this deserted city.Forcibly entrusting her with the responsibility heavier than the mountain and the glory of the Lotus Goddess, let her face many difficult choices alone, and more importantly, face the hesitation, confusion, timidity, and hesitation in her heart. It is precisely her little bit of unbearableness from the bottom of her heart, and precisely the simplest thinking of "if the person lying on the ground is me", that made her surpass the most supreme master and the most wise wise man. Hesitantly, he persevered.

So, they don't have the world-class martial arts, and the wisdom to understand all living beings, but they have the feelings of compassion for the world that they never had. There may not be any lotus goddesses in this world, but this weak girl is destined to bloom like a lotus in the deserted city.Use her strength and beauty to bring hope to desperate people. Yang Yizhi looked at her frowning brows, and suddenly felt a bit of confusion in his heart. Although he also regrets the withering of life, he is not persistent in keeping everyone.Because of the tempering of the world, he has already understood God's intention to endow the world with catastrophe.

Therefore, he confronted the crazily slaughtering foreign masters alone, and rescued the Central Plains martial arts from the sky full of blood.But he would never stand by a heinous criminal and give him pardon at the end of his life.Because, after thinking about his compassion, he became rational and calm.It is also because what he wants to save in his heart is not the individual, but the world. But she put aside rationality, rules, and even moral considerations, and only listened to the good instinct in her heart. To her, every life is as important as the world. Everyone deserves to be saved. Everyone is everything in the world. At a certain moment, he looked at her wind-blown hair and the gentleness and strength on her face, his firm heart began to waver, and he was not even sure which kind of thinking was correct. Compassion is the purest emotion, if it has to be weighed on the balance of reason every time, won't this emotion also become indifferent through repeated weighing? It is the simplest judgment to discard the small and choose the big, but what about the people who were sacrificed and given up?As far as they are concerned, are those "those who make great things" who make superior judgments for them must be just? Or, there is no distinction between right and wrong in all of this, but two different expressions of goodness.It is precisely because there are different people practicing different kindness in their hearts that the world will become a different kind of warmth. He stared at her for a long time, but the confusion in his heart deepened. Why, he has solved the doubts about Shan in his heart, but he still can't meet her eyes.Is it just because he can't watch her suffer? The kindness of dripping water is reciprocated by springs, but what he is doing now is just because of repaying kindness? He took a deep breath and suppressed the flood of thoughts.He decided not to think anymore, but to listen to his own heart once. That is, no matter what she wants to do, he will do his best to help her accomplish it. This is his promise and also his heart. He said softly: "At this time, we can only abandon the city." Xiangsi murmured: "Abandon the city? Even if you abandon the city, where can you escape?" Yang Yizhi said: "Go to the mountains. The Mongolian iron cavalry is powerful all over the world, but in the depths of the mountains and forests, the cavalry is useless. Maybe it can save the lives of the people in a city." This sentence made Acacia's eyes light up.She remembered the cliff they fell together.There are high mountains and dense forests, maybe it is possible to hide the people of a city and save the people from danger.But her face quickly dimmed: "No, the Mongolian iron cavalry will come soon, and the city is full of old, weak, sick and disabled, and cannot be quickly transferred to the mountains." There was deep fear hidden in her words: "We don't have horses, so we can't escape the pursuit of Mongolian cavalry!" Yang Yizhi looked at her, and smiled softly: "Don't be afraid, I will find a way." His smile was as warm and clean as the morning sun, which made Acacia's hesitant heart gradually settle down. She nodded slightly and stepped off the high platform.She will gather all the people as soon as possible and lead them to hide in the mountains. After half an hour of noise, the deserted city finally became quiet.A not-so-big team poured out from the east gate, and rushed towards the far-reaching mountain slowly and clumsily. The people did not complain, nor did they hesitate.Because the one who led them was the lotus goddess who had just rescued them from the plague. Even if she led them to death, they would not hesitate. But this team is too weak, they walk very slowly.Can such a speed really escape the pursuit of death? Yang Yizhi stood against the wind at the head of the city. The city wall is half-decadent, and the dilapidation of this city no longer needs to be described in words. He stood alone at the head of this ruined city, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured down, almost melting him into the bright golden yellow.This brilliant golden color made his gentle and elegant demeanor mixed with a trace of fierceness beyond the world. Behind him, under the cover of the city wall, there are many wooden poles, and each pole supports a piece of clothing.Seen from a distance below the city, it seems that there are countless people standing behind Yang Yizhi. His eyes gradually narrowed, and he saw a streak of yellow dust coming from afar. The sun was dark, and the evening wind blew his long hair. Yang Yizhi's handsome face gradually showed a trace of chill. Huang Chen rolled over and rushed to the front of the city in an instant.The fierce aura unique to the Mongolian iron cavalry came along with the sound of Jin Ge's killing and attacking, and rushed straight to the top of the city! The battle cloud was furious, and as the horse galloped, the whole city trembled! The Mongol soldiers are all over the world, and it is not for nothing. Yang Yizhi frowned slightly.Under such iron riding, it is too difficult to protect a whole city of women and children. But you must work hard and do your best. The spring is late, the grass grows and the warblers fly. At the beginning of dusk, he should be like a romantic son in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, lying drunk under the peach blossom tree, playing the piano and talking in the breeze of falling flowers. But now, he had to stand on this deserted city. He wants to protect the people of this city, and also her heart, her persistence. He raised his head towards the dark sky, and let out a clear and long howl. The whistling sound rushed up to the clouds, like a lone white crane flying away from the world, and then flew down with the attitude of an immortal. As a result, the stars scattered, and the sound of Qingyue turned into Chi Sha Hong Kuo. The stars were stimulated by the chill, and they all exploded, as if turning into countless huge meteorites, blasting down fiercely with fire from outside the sky. More than a thousand Mongolian soldiers drove their war horses and rushed forward, but the howling sound only came out, and the war horses couldn't help neighing in unison.The hissing sound and the whistling sound merged into one, and then they were seized and excited by the howling sound, merged into one, and became larger, just like thousands of golden drums beating together, the earth and the city vibrated together! Faintly, there seems to be a prehistoric giant appearing, using the vast earth as a drum, and mountains, rivers and mausoleums as vertebrae, knocking loudly! The Mongolian soldiers were all shocked, and turned to their horses one after another.But the usually tame warhorses no longer listened to their commands, and ran frantically, blending their mournful hiss into the incomparably agitated howling. Before the deserted city, there seemed to be a huge storm, the yellow dust billowed, and the war horses neighed, all of which were swept up in the long howls inspired by the world, galloping out of the vastness of the fierce battle between heaven and man! The howling stopped suddenly, just as abruptly as when it came. The sad hissing of the war horses slowly stopped, but no matter how the Mongolian soldiers steered them, they all retreated step by step, as if the deserted city was a giant beast in the wild, silently deterring all living beings, making them dare not approach for half a day no matter what. step! Most of the Mongolian soldiers had great consternation on their faces.Their gazes involuntarily passed through the fading battle dust and looked towards the top of the city. That white dress was so dazzling in the brilliant twilight. The Mongolian nobles are still white. They use white as the color of their gods. Could it be that the gods really came to this dangerous city?Their hearts were suddenly filled with fear! Yang Yizhi sighed softly. The sun is so brilliant, and the evening wind is blowing, this is the time when his martial arts are at their peak.The swordsmanship he practiced is extremely peculiar, using light and wind as power, but now, he can no longer use Fengyue Sword, which he is best at. In the past month, his heart has been injured several times, and he has not been able to recover. Fortunately, the Fengyue Sword is not a sword technique at all, and does not need the help of inner breath, but it seems to be a ray of light cast in the bottom of his heart. In the final desperate situation, it can display unexpected power. However, when he used that dagger to draw the serpent's stigmata on his wrist, the light seemed to be permanently sealed by the darkness, and turned into dust along with the blood of redemption. After bearing the blood of sin, he could no longer unleash the sword that shocked the world. Fortunately, even without the Fengyue Sword, he still has other powers to rely on.His mentor, Ji Yunshang, is an all-powerful outsider. What he has learned is not just swordsmanship, but the most primitive and authentic law between heaven and earth. That was the case with the whistle just now. This whistle is also not controlled by true energy, but for a moment, completely let go of all attachments, fears, and desires in the heart, clears the five internal organs, bathes the spirit of snow, returns to oneself and unites with the world, and takes the heart of heaven and earth as one's own heart , thus stimulating the spiritual change between heaven and earth. At that moment, he transformed into the heaven and the earth, so that the roar moved the wind and the clouds, and all horses were startled.He uses his heart as the string, and howls as the sound, vibrating the deepest melody of all things, plucking their most secret heartstrings, every plant, every grain of dust is integrated into the whistling, and turns into a thousand voices directed by him from afar. There are thousands of troops and horses, and between the swaying of the chess game, the children will break through thousands of miles of thieves. Although there are no peach blossoms as strings, this whistling is also the meaning of "Yulun Robe". The Mongolian soldiers were shocked. They had been in the grassland for a long time, and they were used to hearing the whistling of the wind and the mourning of the sand, and they had an inexplicable awe of the boundless sky.What's more, this movement is not the same as the vastness and simplicity of the sound of wind and sand on the grassland. It is the mountains, caves, houses, walls, battle flags, galloping horses... even the sun, dust, and everyone themselves are all at this moment. , With this long howl, the sorrow and emotion resounded together, playing the magnificent chapter of heaven and earth in unison! Everyone felt their hearts vibrate, and couldn't help raising their heads together—is this person really a god who can move the world? Yang Yizhi pressed his right hand on his chest to stop the surge of blood energy, this whistle also affected the hidden wounds in his body, causing a sharp pain. The joy of heaven and earth naturally has no killing power, Yang Yizhi can shock the world with it, but he can't kill. The people panicked and the horses were frightened, but the Mongolian soldiers refused to back down. They were still trying their best to restrain the horses, and the formation gradually solidified again. The smile on Yang Yizhi's face was somewhat helpless.He raised the bow in his hand. It was an ordinary bow. He buckled the arrow in his hand. It was an ordinary arrow. But in Yang Yizhi's hands, both the bow and the arrow glowed dazzlingly under the setting sun. The iron-blue dangerous city was crumbling, and a bloody red sun hung over the city.Standing before the setting sun, Yang Yizhi slowly drew the longbow in his hand away. The evening wind blew his snow-white clothes, wide sleeves and wide belts, like tassels all over the sky, flying behind him. Under the blinding sunset, his dusty white clothes looked clean, elegant and out of place. His long sleeves were undone, and his bow-controlling fingers were slender and moist, more suitable for playing the piano and flute, or holding a stag to talk.Since entering the rivers and lakes, these hands have been famous all over the world, but they have never held any weapons. For a long time, he has been like a celebrity from the Wei and Jin Dynasties who strayed into the arena. The place where he talks and sings is in front of the flowers under the bamboo.No matter how thrilling the duel is, he is always a modest gentleman, as gentle as jade. It was only at this moment that his calm and elegant demeanor began to turn into a murderous aura. Everything is just to protect a city and a promise. A stream of blood seeped from the snake-like wound on his wrist and stained the arrow.The arrow suddenly revealed a little red light. People who practice martial arts have energy and blood in their spirit.There is a kind of method in the arena, which can use human blood to temporarily trigger the condensed spirit, so as to surpass oneself. It's for flying blood.He had seen this kind of secret magic door at the place of an old friend. Yang Yizhi let go, his blood stained the arrow and flew in the sunlight. The Mongolian soldiers showed shock on their faces. They have been learning to ride and shoot since they were young, and they know that a strong bow is only three hundred steps away, and they are a thousand steps away from the city wall. What kind of bow can shoot them?If this man in white is not a lunatic, he might really be a god descended into the world! As soon as the arrow left the string, there was an extremely sharp whistling sound immediately. The body of the arrow exploded in anger, and a cloud of blood entwined on the arrow, shooting like a flying star. It traveled a distance of a thousand steps in an instant! This flying star actually carried a demon-like chilling aura, and between the coils, there was a strong wind, and it rushed down towards a thousand Mongolian soldiers! A sense of cold fear instantly permeated the Mongolian soldiers' bodies and minds. They couldn't help shouting in fear, completely forgetting to resist! The cold light flew over, suddenly submerged into the front horse's head, followed through the body, and was deeply nailed into the ground! Blood and flesh splashed out, spraying the nearby soldiers all over their heads and bodies. This arrow not only passed through a distance of a thousand steps, but also pierced this sturdy war horse alive!The strong wind swept aside, and every soldier's face felt like a fire, and he felt a bone-piercing sting. Is this a god, or a demon? The Mongolian soldiers who had woken up shouted, and did not dare to stay any longer. They turned their horses around one after another, and ran away in a panic. Yang Yizhi still stood alone on the dangerous city, watching the Mongolian army leave. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his heart, and he couldn't help but staggered and fell.He forcefully supported his body, dripping cold sweat had already wetted his long hair, and icily stained his pale face. Losing the power of Fengyue Sword, just this one arrow made him extremely tired, and he could hardly help lying on the ground, never wanting to wake up again. But he can't. He got up slowly, packed up those poles and clothes, took dozens of them, and went out of the west city gate, throwing away the clothes one by one along the way, until all the clothes were lost, he rushed back to the deserted city with all his strength , out of the east gate, and chase after Acacia and the others. While chasing, he tried his best to eliminate the traces left by the team led by Xiangsi. This made Yang Yizhi, who had almost lost all his martial arts, sweat through his heavy clothes. The white robes, which were originally desolate, were now stained with dust and blood, making them look dilapidated. There are five declines in heaven and man, one is dirty clothes, and the other is sweating. When the five declines appear, the celestial beings will die and re-enter the six realms of reincarnation.