Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

It is not difficult to find the big tent in Mongolia.Yang Yizhi just didn't expect that the Mongolian army dispatched so many people to hunt down and kill the people in the deserted city this time. The army was stationed on the plain, and the white Mongolian tents stretched continuously, forming a huge circular formation on the green grass, quietly lying on the ground.Just looking at the size of this camp, the number of people is definitely not 10,000 to 20,000. Yang Yizhi's heart sank. He knows that Mongolia is a race of hunters and hunters, and they will conquer the world immediately.Living by water and grass, they often migrate thousands of miles, and their whereabouts are uncertain.And every time they migrated, all the elites of the clan went with them.

Is it precisely because the deserted city blocked their way that they decided to exterminate them?Is it because there was nothing to do during the migration that so many people were dispatched to chase the five hundred people in the deserted city?Or, Xiang Ji's sword dance was aimed at Peigong, and they already knew the identity of the princess, so they did not hesitate to mobilize the crowd like this? Yang Yizhi looked at the Mongolian tent, feeling very heavy. A golden tent towered majestically among the group of tents. This golden tent was far wider than the rest of the Mongolian tents, and it was extremely eye-catching.The top of the tent is wrapped in pure gold and exquisitely carved.Thick gold sheets are laid down from the central gold pillar on the top of the tent, covering most of the tent body, forming the appearance of a soaring eagle.The eagle is extremely vivid and delicate, even the tiniest feathers on its body are clearly visible.Covered in golden light, reflected in the bright sun, brilliant and magnificent, rare in the world.

The gold decoration on the top of the tent is originally a symbol of the Mongolian royal family. During this trip, there was a Mongolian royal family?The Mongolian army was extremely powerful, and the royal family often had heavy troops in their hands.If Acacia fell into the hands of the Mongolian royal family, it would be extremely troublesome. Yang Yizhi pondered quietly.His gaze turned to the huge flagpole in front of the tent.A banner danced fiercely and was blown wide open by the spring wind.There is also a picture of an eagle spreading its wings on it. The body of the eagle is gray and white. One of its wings is white feathers and the other is red feathers. The flag has three tails.

Yang Yizhi knows that since Genghis Khan, Mongolia has been white, but only the royal family can use true white. This gray flag is not a direct branch of Ida Khan.The eagle is decorated with white feathers and red feathers, which represent the white feather guards and red feathers that only the royal family can use.The person in the golden tent is almost certainly my nephew.There are three tails on the flag, which means that this person is the third nephew of Dahan, who brought Hannaji in person. Yang Yizhi's heart was even heavier, and he told Han Naji to take Acacia away without killing the people. Obviously, he knew the identity of Princess Acacia, and he would definitely coerce her into Daming.There were countless loyal and upright ministers in the Ming Dynasty, and they would certainly not let them ask for their needs, so one can imagine the situation of Acacia.

However, there are countless banners and banners in the Mongolian battle, the armored soldiers are heavily guarded, and the soldiers who come and go are counted, and the whole battle is surrounded by wind and rain, how can they enter it and rescue Xiangsi? With such a large camp, how do you know where Acacia is? Dust and sweat gradually obscured his vision.He sighed deeply, pulling himself together. He knew that Xiangsi was enduring suffering in this camp, perhaps, she was crying in the dark prison, waiting for him to rescue; perhaps, if she was a quarter of an hour late, no matter how indelible scars would be carved on her body.

That slender lotus flower may have withered on the vast grasslands of Mongolia during his slight hesitation. Yang Yizhi's eyes gradually became sharper, and he swept across the Mongolian tents. Except for the golden tent, the other tents are almost exactly the same. They are all made of thick felt and decorated with silk or cotton cloth. Obviously, these represent different military ranks and statuses.Soldiers came in and out of it from time to time, except for one Mongolian tent. It was a pitch-black Mongolian tent, the felt cloth covering it was dyed a strange black color, and there was not even any decoration on it.This Mongolian tent is very small, about half the height of other Mongolian tents. In front of the tent door, there is a corridor stretching downwards, leading to the door.Obviously, more than half of this Mongolian tent was buried deep in the ground.The door of the black Mongolian tent is also different from other felt tents. It is not a piece of felt cloth hanging down to the ground, but a thick and cold iron door.

This Mongolian tent caught Yang Yizhi's attention. Around the Mongolian tent, there seemed to be many soldiers scattered leisurely, some were repairing the felt tent, some were feeding the horses, some were chatting, and some were sweeping the floor.But Yang Yizhi's sharp gaze easily found that the one who repaired the felt tent was not repairing the felt tent, the one who fed the horses was not feeding the horses, the one who chatted was not chatting, and the one who swept the floor was not sweeping the floor. Repairing the tent, feeding the horses, chatting, and sweeping the floor are all just cover-ups. Their real purpose is to guard the dark Mongolian tent.They formed a net piecemeal and tightly surrounded the small Mongolian tent in the middle.

This Mongolian tent is very far away from Bahanaji's golden-roofed felt tent, facing each other from east to west.There are not as many guards in front of Hannaji's tent as there are around this small Mongolian tent. Who is in the bag, who is even more precious than the royal Bahanaji? Yang Yizhi knew that he had found his way. So he was no longer confused. He just waited patiently. Finally, the night fell slowly, covering the entire Mongolian battle in darkness.The grassland seems to have become a huge kingdom of night. Countless dark night monsters spread their huge wings and fly freely in the air, covering everything under it.

Dim yellow lanterns were raised in battle, and from time to time patrolling soldiers carried lanterns and patrolled back and forth.But such a large barracks, absolutely impossible without a trace of gaps. Besides, the night is so dark. Yang Yizhi's white clothes had long been stained with blood, and the night provided him with good cover. He quietly avoided the patrol and approached the black Mongolian tent. In the night, the Mongolian tent didn't seem to exist, it was completely integrated into the deep color. Those who repair are still repairing, those who feed horses are still feeding horses, those who chat are still chatting, and those who clean are still cleaning.

Yang Yizhi smiled.If these guards could work around it, maybe he wouldn't be able to find out where Acacia was held so easily. He crouched in the dark, still waiting, waiting for an opportunity. Finally, a cleaning soldier put down the broom in his hand and walked out quickly.Yang Yizhi quietly followed behind him, and followed the soldier to a secluded place. This is the place where the five grains reincarnate.No matter where it is, the place of reincarnation of the five grains is always the most secluded.Yang Yizhi approached quietly, and hit the man's back of the head with his sword.

The soldier grunted and fell down.Yang Yizhi's force was measured, it would only make the man temporarily unconscious, but not fatal.He came here to save people, but he didn't want to hurt more lives. Yang Yizhi dragged the man to the shadow, took off the man's armor, and put it on himself.Mongolians eat more beef and mutton, and they don't bathe almost all year round. There is a strong fishy smell on their armor. Yang Yizhi couldn't help feeling annoyed, hesitated for a moment, and then felt relieved. What does it matter? The signs of the five declines of heaven and man have appeared in him one by one.Even if there was no warning from the heavy catastrophe, he could gradually feel a faint smell of blood from his long hair. Or, as he said, in the near future, this once spotless body will completely die, decay, and become a pile of dirty garbage. But didn't these things come to mind from the moment he stood on the altar and took the dagger? He smiled wryly, put on his armor, and walked towards the black Mongolian tent. Jiayi exudes the unique smell of Mongolians on his body, which seems to remind the fourth sign of the five declines of heaven and man. Yang Yizhi walked over calmly, picked up the broom on the ground, and swept the dust on the ground with exactly the same rhythm as the stunned guard.Although this piece of land has long been swept clear. His eyes glanced at the short tent from time to time. His heart skipped a beat because he found that the iron door of the tent was ajar. Maybe they're interrogating Acacia, so that's not quite closing the door? Yang Yi's mind turned, his eyes swept over all the guards, and found that they didn't notice him, he jumped up suddenly, smashed open the iron gate like lightning, and the electricity shot into the black tent! He guessed right, the tent was indeed mostly buried in the ground, although it looked small from the outside, it was extremely spacious inside, not much worse than Han Naji's golden tent.Four giant tallow candles were lit around the tent, lighting up the tent brightly.As soon as Yang Yizhi fell to the ground, his heart became cold. The inside of the tent was extremely clean and tidy, and it definitely didn't look like a prison for interrogation.What's more, there are dozens of people sitting high and low in the tent.Their clothes are very neat, all white clothes, but the white clothes are not pure white, there are bright white, silver white, slightly white, pale, off-white, and snow white. Flying eagles, inlaid with exquisitely rolled silver pieces on the hem and corners of the clothes, are extremely solemn and magnificent.These people, thirty-six people on the left and thirty-six people on the right, surrounded by a general who was also dressed in white, looked at Yang Yizhi with a half-smile. Everyone has a white feather on their temples, the general's is bigger, and the eagle embroidered on his body is also wider.Obviously, they are all the elite of the White Feather Guards designed to protect the Mongolian royal clan. The flames froze, reflecting their mocking smiles. This taunt seemed to declare that Yang Yizhi was in a desperate situation! But he was not flustered, still standing silently, with a hint of worry on his brows—not because of his own situation, but because if he made a wrong step, his rescue would be even more difficult, and she was afraid that he would have to suffer More pain and fear. There was a bang behind him, and the iron door he knocked open was tightly closed. This roar spread throughout the entire yurt, echoing for a long time.Apparently, the entire felt tent was made of cast iron, but it was covered with a layer of felt.That was obviously for cover-up, for whom?Is it for him? Yang Yizhi smiled wryly.This is undoubtedly a trap. There was a series of fluttering sounds from the top of the tent, apparently the soldiers outside were shoveling up soil to cover the big tent.It didn't take long to think about it, and the entire tent would be buried deep in the ground, even if Yang Yizhi had supernatural abilities, he would not be able to get out. The white-clothed general sitting in the middle smiled leisurely and looked at Yang Yizhi: "I never expected to see Leader Yang's demeanor in this bitterly cold place in the extreme north." Yang Yizhi's heart sank, this person actually knew his identity. Knowing who he is, he is not surprised, but has a confident attitude. Could it be that they set up this trap for the purpose of catching him? The general in white seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "It is said that the lord uses the wind and the moon as his sword. As long as there is a little bit of scenery and moonlight, he will be invincible in the world. But there is no wind and no moon here." He waved his hand and said, "Extinguish the candle!" The four giant butter candles went out at the same time, and the tent immediately fell into darkness.The general in white smiled and said, "I'm here to learn the invincible swordsmanship of the lord!" Following his long laugh, two gusts of wind rushed straight from the darkness! These were two extremely precise swords. Obviously, at the moment when the candle was extinguished, the person who drew the sword had already seen clearly where Yang Yizhi was. With a dragon cry, the Qinghe sword came out of its sheath and hit the two swords.Yang Yizhi let out a muffled groan, and was thrown backwards, crashing into the tent wall.In the darkness, there was a sudden sound of wind, and three swords came vertically and horizontally, shooting Yang Yizhi with lightning! Yang Yizhi slipped his footsteps and dodged quietly, the three swords collided with each other, causing a ball of electric sparks. It was this group of fine sword flowers that allowed Yang Yizhi to see clearly the figures of the three attackers, and more importantly, their sword styles. Although Yang Yizhi has no real energy in his body, and the Fengyue Sword is sealed and unable to use it, he has been instructed by an expert, and all sword moves, sword skills, and sword techniques in the world are all in his chest. From this glance, the true energy of the three swords The movement and changes of sword moves are already clear in the chest. The Qinghe sword stabbed out soundlessly, and landed on the spot where the three swords collided. Yang Yizhi's wrist trembled violently. The zhenqi attached to the three swords made his arm numb, and the Qinghe sword almost fell out of his hand.But at this very moment, he has used the heaven and earth as the heart in the song "Yu Lun Pao" to extradite this true energy into his body, drive away violence, improve humility, and the true energy circulates between his five fingers , immediately flyback out.The three of them gasped in surprise, but the three long swords were out of their control, stabbing at each other like lightning. This kind of mentality, displayed when the two swords meet, is no longer as vast as a roar from the top of the city, like four or two pulling a thousand catties, taking other people's strength for your own use, but under the use of Yang Yizhi's supreme sword heart, Subtle and subtle, unpredictable.This is the heart of the sword that regards all things in the world as one's own. When cultivated to a high level, all things are for my use, and the sword of the enemy is also my sword, so it is invincible and indestructible. The three of them were shocked, and hurriedly withdrew their swords with all their strength. They all felt cold, and the opponent's sword edge almost pierced their own cheeks, and a transparent hole would come out in their bodies just by a hair! The three of them didn't dare to fight again, they hurriedly withdrew their swords and retreated. Yang Yizhi held his breath, only to hear the white-clothed general laugh and say: "Leader Yang's swordsmanship is indeed unparalleled in the world, even seventy-two people in this dark room can't do anything to you." Yang Yizhi didn't answer, he knew that the white-clothed general was testing him with words, as soon as he made a sound, the seventy-two white-feathered swordsmen would immediately sense his position, and pursue them with deadly sword moves. He tried his best to control his breath and remained motionless. The general in white smiled and said, "President Yang thinks it's ok to keep quiet? From our point of view, the position of the leader is very clear!" Yang Yi was startled, a strong wind picked up in the darkness, and hit his waist scorchingly.Yang Yizhi turned sideways hurriedly, and the sword light flashed, almost tearing the stagnant darkness apart!Every sword actually accurately recognized his position, forming a sword net in an instant, and surrounded him. There was the sound of howling swords in all directions, and Yang Yizhi had nowhere to dodge!He had no internal strength, so he couldn't use his strength to break the skill and shake the long swords away.Yang Yizhi couldn't help smiling wryly, if the Sword of Fengyue was still there, why should he be so embarrassed? While his thoughts were spinning, several long swords had pierced into his clothes like poisonous snakes. The cold light on the swords was like cold electricity, irritating his skin fiercely.Yang Yizhi's mind was completely empty, and his body moved several times in an instant. Every movement is like a piece of light, a cloud, like the wind blows and the rain falls on the plain.His figure moved, but it didn't seem to move, all this happened, but it didn't seem to happen.Every long sword couldn't help being slightly suffocated, and in an instant, a feeling of confusion surged in everyone's heart. At this moment, like a dream, it passed through everyone's heart. Taking advantage of the momentary suffocation, Yang Yizhi put the Qinghe sword on a sword, and his body followed the sword like a light dust, wrapping around the long sword.The Qinghe sword buzzed and trembled, and within a moment, it hit the long sword thirty-six times! With every light strike, the true energy overflowing from the long sword splashed into the Qinghe sword, and Yang Yizhi's whole body trembled, but his swordsmanship was all in his heart, and within the blink of an eye, the weak true energy had been absorbed. Turning it into his own, he fought back with his unique modesty.After thirty-six blows, the long sword hung down like a dead snake, and Yang Yizhi's body jumped behind the swordsman. Yang Yizhi pushed lightly with his palm, the swordsman couldn't stand upright, and staggered forward.There was a light cracking sound, and the densely packed sword net was retracted at this moment.In the pitch-black tent, there was a difficult dullness. Yang Yizhi slowly withdrew the sword, his whole body sunk in piercing pain.He didn't completely dodge the successive blows just now, at least seven swords caused wounds of different depths on his body. His brows were tightly frowned, this injury is not terrible, what is terrible is, why can these swordsmen know his position so accurately?Can they really see in the dark? Yang Yizhi didn't dare to stay in one place, he immediately took two steps sideways, followed by three steps diagonally, his body was wobbly, making it difficult for those people to locate him accurately. The tent fell into an unspeakable silence for a moment, and those swordsmen seemed to have disappeared, making the tent seem like a tomb. Yang Yizhi's body suddenly bumped into a swordsman, who snorted coldly, and stabbed out with a backhand sword!Yang Yizhi's body moved away from his sword edge, and his mood sank even more. It was this sword that made him aware that these swordsmen had spread to every part of the camp, and they themselves had intertwined into a net.If he still moves aimlessly like this, if he is not careful, his throat may be blocked by a sword. It's not good to stand still, and it's not good to walk in it. Does he really want to end here? Yang Yizhi's heart sank, and the question that puzzled him the most was: How did the White Feather Swordsman know where he was?With so many people in the camp, how can they tell who is their own and who is the enemy? Yang Yizhi thought hard. If he didn't want to understand this question clearly, he would have no chance of winning. General Bai Yu smiled and said, "President Yang, do you still want to resist?" His words exposed his target, but General Bai Yu didn't seem to mind this, could it be a trap? Yang Yizhi didn't dare to try it lightly. Suddenly, a sword stabbed towards Yang Yizhi without a sound, and it was only when it approached Yang Yizhi's side that it suddenly thrust out.Although Yang Yizhi's mind is clear, he still can't dodge this weird and unpredictable sword!He could only turn sideways with all his strength, and the sword light tore a deep wound on his waist. Yang Yizhi snorted, and slid over with his body close to the long sword. The swordsman obviously didn't expect Yang Yizhi's movements to be so fast, Yang Yizhi's sword was pressed against his neck, he felt the wind was strong, and more than a dozen long swords stabbed at him together. Yang Yizhi's long sword rested on the swordsman's neck, pulling him to dance around his body.Those long swords turned back immediately, as if they really knew the enemy and ourselves. A faint fragrance emanated from the swordsmen, and Yang Yizhi suddenly realized why these swordsmen knew his location! breath.