Chapter 11 Chapter Ten: The King of Wei Does Not Rescue Lord Pingyuan

The team moved forward slowly, and everyone was secretly happy.Their hopes were not lost, and they walked for another three days, but the Mongolian soldiers did not come after them.They have entered the realm of the deep forest, and the grass is so vast that it is extremely difficult to find them. Suddenly, a puff of thick smoke rose from the foot of the mountain far away. Seemingly sensing an ominous omen, all the people stopped and looked at the wisp of smoke in horror. Near that puff of smoke, another puff of thicker and stronger puff of dust rose up. In a short while, the puff of smoke spread far and wide, forming a thick cloud, moving forward slowly.Everyone was walking on the mountainside, and this scene was clearly reflected in their eyes.

Xiangsi's face changed suddenly, and she blurted out: "No! They are setting fire to the mountain!" Set fire to the mountain! Everyone's face changed. This is a poisonous plan.The Mongolian soldiers had lost their patience, and they took the most vicious measures to burn all the vegetation on the mountain. It was the beginning of March at this time, and the vegetation was just recovering. There was little rain and snow in the north, and it was extremely dry. There were countless fallen leaves and dead branches on the mountain. When the fire started, it was extremely difficult to extinguish it. The raging fire was so intense that everyone in the mountain would be hard-pressed. Escape to death.

What's more, even if they could escape the fire, without the cover of the forest, the Mongolian soldiers could drive their horses up the mountain, catch up with them in a few days, and slaughter them wantonly. Everyone's face changed. Once the fire started, it was out of control and quickly spread to the mountain.The Mongolian soldiers obviously hated the people in the extremely barren city, and there were still pillars of smoke rising from the foot of the mountain, obviously they were still lighting the fire. Xiangsi and Yang Yizhi looked at each other, and both saw fear in each other's eyes.But at this moment, what can be done?Countless thoughts swirled in Yang Yizhi's mind instantly, but none of them could extinguish the fire in front of him.

The team stopped, and silence hung over their heads. Their hearts, which had just tasted joy, were brutally torn into the terrible purgatory by the billowing smoke. They could only stare blankly at the thick smoke that was getting closer and closer, and at the goddess of lotus who protected them. Acacia suddenly knelt down deeply. She knelt down in the muddy dirt, clasped her hands together, and prayed silently. The breeze blew her water-red dress, and in an instant, the clear blue sky seemed to turn into endless autumn water, and the green forest seemed to turn into lotus leaves reaching the sky, and she was the slender red lotus among them, trembling gently in the wind .

Her piety infected everyone, and they knelt down one after another, using their hearts to beg for the mercy of God. In this situation, only the benevolent heaven can save them. But is heaven merciful? Thick smoke rolled up and flew into the sky, and the sky seemed to be covered by the thick smoke, turning into a deep black.The fire was getting brighter and brighter, the candle sky was shining brightly, and the day suddenly became gloomy. Large swaths of clouds were wrapped in the thick smoke, gathering tighter and tighter, faintly revealing the sound of thunderbolt.The prayers of the people became louder.The dark cloud weighed heavily on the top of the mountain, like a demon king in the last days, wanting to kill all living beings in the world.

But this demon king has become the savior of the people at this time. There was a sudden thunderbolt and a big earthquake, and the torrential rain rushed down from the thick clouds and poured on the raging fire.The sound of Zila Zila exploded, the flames dimmed immediately, but the thick smoke became more intense. The people who kneeled and prayed erupted in cheers. The miracle finally appeared! Heaven, who was ruthless and cold to them, finally showed mercy once. The wildfire that just started was immediately extinguished by the torrential rain, and the raging Red Devil suddenly turned into a panicked Hokage, which was finally extinguished under the continuous rainstorm.The torrential rain came and went quickly, and there was another thunderbolt, and the clouds and mist all over the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing the clear sky again.

A stream of trickles slipped from the top of the mountain, gathered together, and rolled down the mountain.Those wildfires still have a little bit of ashes left, and a little bit of ash smoke is still strong, but it has not become a climate.When the spring is poured on it, they become dirty floating dust, which undulates along the mountains and flows into the unknowable ravines. Xiangsi bowed deeply piously, she firmly believed that this was the mercy of God. The majesty of the Dao of Heaven has revealed its power in ways unimaginable by the world. But Yang Yizhi's face could not be unfolded.His gaze went further.He could see that the shamed and angry Mongolian soldiers hadn't gone far. They were waiting, waiting for the bright spring sun to evaporate the rain, waiting for the vegetation to dry again, and they would launch a new round of fire attack.

At that time, what did they use to resist?Can they hope for another storm? Yang Yizhi raised his head and looked at the blue sky.The sun was dazzling, and he knew that this day would not last long. He walked to Xiangsi's side, and said softly: "I have to go down the mountain to rescue soldiers." Xiangsi said: "Rescue soldiers? What rescue soldiers?" Yang Yizhi pondered for a moment, and said: "The Ming army should still be stationed in Tianshou Village, not far from here. Only when they kill and repel the Mongolian soldiers, can these people be saved." He paused, looked at the people in the team, and said: "After all, they are citizens of Daming, and the Ming army has the responsibility to protect their safety." He turned to Acacia again, smiled and said: "Besides, you are a princess, they will never Will not sit idly by."

Xiangsi nodded slowly, she knew that what Yang Yizhi said was right, perhaps, this was the only way for them to be rescued, God's will often resorted to manpower, people don't want to save themselves, and God doesn't favor them. Yang Yizhi smiled and looked down the mountain. He only said half of what he said, it's good to go down the mountain to ask for help, but he doesn't know if he can move to rescue soldiers. In front of him appeared the shadow of the mighty and mighty King Wuyue. Could such a person come forward with his army for the sake of the lives of hundreds of old, weak, sick and disabled?

He only hoped that the king of Wuyue had not returned yet, and the remaining generals would be more merciful.These Ming soldiers would never dare to go back without finding the princess, Yang Yizhi still has certainty about this.But what about the others? He must try, because this is the only life left.He couldn't bear to see these people go to death in the end, let alone her tears. So he had to give it a try. Although he was seriously injured.Although he has lost the Sword of Fengyue. Although he knew that the king of Wuyue would want to get rid of him quickly. But he didn't hesitate.

When Xiangsi saw him turn around again, for some reason, her heart moved again. Suddenly, the sky was so wide and the forest so deep, it seemed that if the man took another step, they would never see each other again. "Don't go..." She hesitated, not knowing what to do for a while. Yang Yizhi smiled, he seemed to know what Acacia wanted. He didn't want her to worry, even though his heart was full of melancholy and confusion.So he stopped, turned around, and said, "Give me a blessing, and let me bring it back." Acacia also smiled.The dullness and sadness lingering between the two of them faded a bit.Acacia bowed her head, she suddenly saw a small flower.It was a very strange flower, because its petals were blue. The cyan flowers bloom in the shade of the trees, it seems that it is because of too little sunlight.Acacia's heart was moved, and the blue color seemed to give her confidence.She gently picked up the flowers and handed them to Yang Yizhi. "I have always believed that cyan can protect my safety. Cherish it." Yang Yizhi gently took the flower in his hand.Cyan flowers are weak and rare, just like lovesickness, delicate and delicate, but they bring blessings to everyone.Yang Yizhi held the flowers in his hands with great care, but found that Xiangsi's face suddenly changed. She stared closely at his wrist, at the wrist that he inadvertently revealed when he took the blue flower. There was a snake-like scar on it. Acacia's complexion became serious. Yang Yizhi's expression also changed - he wanted to keep it a secret forever! Xiangsi stretched out her wrist, and it was smooth, like flawless jade.Xiangsi murmured: "I thought the stigmata would disappear after the ceremony, so I didn't wonder why there were no marks left on my wrist." Her tears dripped on the wet dust: "I don't know...it's you." Her teary eyes lifted up and looked at Yang Yizhi. She could see what was hidden in these gentle and deep eyes.She also suddenly understood why Yang Yizhi was always by her side, helping her save the people in the city. That is the most tender, but most firm nostalgia. Xiangsi suddenly felt a little pain in her chest, because she couldn't bear these nostalgia. If she is really a lotus flower, it is also a lotus flower that can only bear blue and bloom, and cannot be contaminated by other colors. The tears of lovesickness made Yang Yizhi feel anxious. He forced a smile: "You saved me, I just repay your kindness." When he said this, a tingling feeling surged in his heart again.It is a pain that has thousands of thoughts, but cannot be expressed. He said the reason for repaying the gratitude that he no longer believed in, just because he didn't want to embarrass her, and he didn't want to have the slightest bit of reluctance.He is like a white cloud, no matter how many winds and rains are covered, he is still speechless. He looked at her, gently stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away the tears on her face, but finally held back.He couldn't blaspheme this woman, even if he just pointed at her lovingly. His brows widened and turned into a warm smile like sunshine: "If I haven't come back yet and the enemy has already attacked, you can open this." He handed a small kit into Xiangsi's hand.That was his last protection for this woman. Xiangsi nodded lightly, infinite guilt welled up in her heart. She wanted to say that she was not the one who saved him back then, and she was not a princess, but she couldn't say it. Yang Yizhi was finally relieved, his body was submerged in the forest. He has to be firm to walk away. Tianshou Village is not far away, but Yang Yizhi walked very hard. Because he was no longer able to perform that cloud-like light work, he could only do his best to avoid the search of the Mongolian soldiers and move forward step by step on the rugged mountain road like an ordinary person. The cyan flower lay quietly in his arms, Yang Yizhi couldn't bear to touch it, because it would make it wither too quickly.As long as he thinks of the blue color in his arms, he will have firm confidence and walk faster. It only took him a day and a half to reach the head of Tianshou Village. The peach blossoms are still the same, and the sky is full of red.But the immortal who uses flowers as strings is so downcast at this time. Could it be that the song "Yulunpao" has become an absolute hit since then? A trace of sadness flashed in Yang Yizhi's heart, but he didn't have much time to feel sad.His goal is to find the general of the Ming Dynasty, no matter what method he uses, he is required to send troops into the mountains to rescue Xiangsi.his princess. He could only hope that the status of the princess would make General Ming give up his hesitation and raise his troops to come. He didn't spend time searching, because he had only stepped into Tianshou Village, and he saw countless people. There is a soldier standing under each peach tree. Tianshou Village is almost surrounded by peach trees, and it is also surrounded by these soldiers.The soldiers were well-armed, and the military prestige almost shocked the sky. In the middle of the soldier is a golden chair with tiger skin.The golden chair is extravagant, and the tiger skin is mighty, but neither can capture the demeanor of the person in the chair.The man looked mighty and full of spring breeze, and he was looking at Yang Yizhi leisurely. King Wuyue. There are two people standing behind the chair. The person on the left was dressed in military uniform, holding the scabbard around his waist, looking at Yang Yizhi and couldn't help sneering, it was Ou Tianjian who appeared in Yunlong Wu.The person on the right is dressed in black, and the peach blossoms all over the sky can't invade the black on his body.There was an unspeakable evil spirit in his cold and handsome face, but it was so dazzling. This person, Yang Yizhi also knew, was Meng Tiancheng who was wounded by his sword in Miaojiang back then. His martial arts are greatly reduced at this time, which is not the same as at that time. Ou Tianjian alone may still have a chance of winning, but if Meng Tiancheng is around, he has no chance of winning.What's more, there is also the unpredictable King Wuyue. That palm by the ancient well that day made Yang Yizhi almost fall into a hopeless situation.If it weren't for the sword of Fengyue being moored and moored, without any external force, it could grow and solidify by the energy of heaven and earth, he would have almost died in Tianshou Village.These three people are here, even if there are no elite soldiers in the village, he will never survive. But Yang Yizhi did not flinch. Because lovesickness and the life and death of the people in the deserted city are hanging in his hands, hanging in this moment.As early as when he made the decision to go down the mountain, he had already made up his mind that he would not hesitate to exchange his life for King Wuyue's sending troops. The princess was captured by Mongols or died outside Juyong Pass. The King of Wuyue could hardly absolve himself of the blame. Yang Yizhi only wanted to tell the King of Wuyue the whereabouts of the princess, and he couldn't control so much other matters. King Wu Yue has always regarded the two people as thorns in his eyes and thorns in his flesh, and he must get rid of them quickly.One is Zhuo Wangsun, the leader of Huayin Pavilion, and the other is Yang Yizhi, the leader of Zhengdao Wulin.With these two people around, it would be difficult for the king of Wuyue to run rampant and rule the world. These two people are the obstacles to his plan. This time there is no doubt that the sheep has entered the tiger's mouth. But so what? Yang Yizhi raised his head forward, bowed to the King of Wuyue, and said: "Princess Yongle is trapped in Biluo Mountain, seventy miles away to the northwest, and more than a thousand Mongolian cavalrymen are chasing and killing her around the mountain. Please send troops to rescue the princess." King Wuyue laughed, full of arrogance: "This king admires leader Yang a little bit." He waved his sleeves, pointed at the peach blossoms all over the sky, and said: "The lord knows that the king has laid a net of heaven and earth, and is waiting for the lord to vote, and also knows that the king has murderous intentions against the lord, yet he can still come in front of the king. It’s really a pity that such talents are living in the wilderness without changing color!” He stared at Yang Yizhi with sharp eyes: "This king is a person who loves talents, and leader Yang also has a heart of admiration. If the leader works for the court, this king will be the guarantor, so that your father and son can reconcile as before, how about it?" Yang Yizhi said indifferently: "Do you work for the court, or for the prince?" King Wuyue laughed loudly and said, "This king is the imperial court, and the imperial court is this king. Why should they be so clearly distinguished!" Yang Yizhi said: "Your Highness told me such disobedient words, I guess he won't let me go." King Wuyue said: "Those who do not follow me will die!" Yang Yizhi said: "My lord hastily dispatched troops to rescue the princess, and Yang is willing to lead his neck to the sword and axe." These words were resounding, but Yang Yizhi's face did not change at all. It's just because I'm on the road and I'm so familiar with it, it's not impulsive. Those who went to the dead generously had an awe-inspiring aura, but it only made the King of Wuyue smile leisurely: "This king is actually able to predict the future, and he has lined up here to wait for the leader. Doesn't the leader know what it means?" Yang Yizhi's expression changed suddenly.He raised his head suddenly, his gaze was aimed straight at King Wuyue.Wuyue's crown was so bright that it almost covered his face, but his eyes were sharp and piercing, facing Yang Yizhi. Yang Yizhi coughed sharply, and Wen Wen's expression gradually became stern. He suddenly understood that maybe offering sacrifices to heaven, the holy spring, and the princess was all a conspiracy.A conspiracy that has long been in collusion with the Mongols. King Wuyue didn't want Princess Yongle to go back alive at all. His heart trembled. What should he do? What about the princess? He must go back, he must not die here! Even if the king of Wuyue gathers the world's masters and gathers here, it's the same! His gaze was sharp and sharp, King Wu Yue couldn't help but startled.He never thought that Yang Yizhi, who has always been gentle and gentle, could have such a strong killing intent!This made him hesitate suddenly - he was no longer sure that he would be able to catch Yang Yizhi! This hesitation turned into anger in an instant, the majestic Prince of Ming Dynasty, the aristocratic emperor who aspired to the top of the world, was actually afraid of a reckless person!So he immediately waved his hand and said, "Catch me!" The peach blossoms were flying, and the elite soldiers standing under the peach trees immediately flew and formed a big circle.There are three floors in the circle and three floors outside, and the armored soldiers are heavily guarded, making the circle impenetrable.In the middle of the circle are Yang Yizhi, King Wuyue, Meng Tiancheng, and Ou Tianjian. A trace of panic flashed in Ou Tianjian's eyes, because he knew that he was the weakest martial artist among the four.If Yang Yizhi wanted to break through, would he be the first choice?If Yang Yizhi captures him, will the king of Wuyue have any scruples?Will King Wuyue let Yang Yi go for him? This thought made Ou Tianjian a little uneasy, and he couldn't help but take a wrong step. But Yang Yizhi didn't look at him.This made him feel a little ashamed, and then felt a strong sense of embarrassment that Yang Yizhi didn't take him seriously!Even Yang Yizhi, who was seriously injured and wanted to escape, didn't take him seriously! Yang Yizhi's gaze was always fixed on King Wuyue.The armored soldiers flashed, and the murderous Yang Yizhi's smile was still so indifferent, but a bit more sarcasm: "If the prince uses such an elite army to resist Mongolia, who would dare to insult me? What a pity!" King Wuyue said coldly: "It's because of you rebellious officials and thieves that I can't concentrate on the outside world! The Ming Dynasty has no peace, and you are the biggest sinner!" The biggest sinner? Yang Yizhi looked up to the sky and let out a speechless sigh. My father's intolerance, the monarch's abandonment, could it be that the world is so vast, it can't be so upright? Murderous aura was everywhere, but his heart was filled with depression. Even if you have the power of Fengyue, what can you do?How can he be as cold as the wind and as warm as the moon when his family and country are broken?The world is swaying, how can the wind be clear, and how can the moon be bright? He thought of the flower Acacia gave him, the blue flower. In troubled times and disputes, it is as clear as a lotus. The clouds and water are calm, washing his elegance, he shouldn't be in the world.He was supposed to be carrying a piano and holding a sword, wandering floatingly above the twelve-story platform, among the three ethereal mountains. Leisurely and immortal sweep the fallen flowers. But can he? Can he ignore all kinds of suffering, just for his own happiness? The flowers in the arms are gradually withering, and the flowers that are separated from the branches cannot always be bright for too long. Their vitality will gradually fade, and their beauty will turn into shadows, decorating the broken mountains and rivers. The withered corolla is also a sign of the five declines of heaven and man. He has seen his own destiny and has nothing to fear. However, is it the same for the people of the deserted city?Is it the same for the princess who left him? Yang Yizhi was shocked! The knuckles on his hand suddenly made a slight sound, and a dim bloody brilliance slowly condensed in his hand. There is no wind and no moon, after sealing the wind and banning the moon, he will create light by himself. That was his only and final strength. This move is about to be launched, but his heart is full of pity. It was the pity of a dying person who, looking back at the boundless land, found that thousands of creatures were still suffering. That is great mercy.