Chapter 14 Chapter Thirteen

What Yang Yizhi is wearing now is still the armor he peeled off from the guards, which has the unique smell of Mongols.And the white feather swordsman has a special fragrance on his body. As long as his sense of smell is a little more sensitive, finding out the location of Yang Yizhi is as easy as finding a big mountain on the Mongolian grassland. Yang Yizhi began to smile bitterly again.The people who designed this trap were so meticulous that they even took this point into consideration.Undoubtedly, the only way for Yang Yizhi to enter this camp is to disguise himself, and as long as he disguises himself, he will become a big green mountain on the grassland.

Daqingshan surrounded by swords and death! The splashing of soil on the top of the tent had stopped. Obviously, the tent had been buried deep in the ground, and no light could come in.This strong smell contrast made Yang Yizhi fall to death. But Yang Yizhi did not despair.He is not a man who despairs easily.What's more, there is a person waiting for him not far away. Only he can save her. Yang Yizhi's body was still moving slowly, but he was extremely cautious.A chill rose from behind, he seemed to have touched a huge cold pedestal, Yang Yizhi thought for a moment, and he understood that this was the candlestick of the four huge tallow candles.The giant candle is more than two feet long and the thickness of a fist, the pedestal is also extremely thick, it is made of pig iron, carved into the image of a tiger running upwards with two claws, the giant candle is embedded in the tiger's mouth.This candlestick alone weighs dozens of catties.Yang Yi's heart is like a bright mirror, and soon he became concerned.While pushing away the captives, he quietly took off the armor on his body, and tied them tightly to the candlestick.

At this moment, several long swords struck silently again.Sure enough, as Yang Yizhi expected, the place where the long sword was taken was the candlestick with armor.Yang Yizhi was overjoyed, Qinghe sword stretched out, after a few shocks, one long sword was wrapped up, and it swung towards the other swords. There was a loud clang, and several long swords collided together, causing tiny sparks to burst out.With this tiny spark, Yang Yizhi had already seen the scene in the tent clearly, he raised the iron candlestick with all his strength, and threw it to the other side of the tent. All the swordsmen were catching the aura fluttering in the camp, and their expressions were extremely nervous, because in this dark night, there must be no mistake at all, otherwise, the one they wounded with their swords would be their brother.

All of a sudden, the sound of the wind was fierce and vicious, and a fishy smell rushed towards him swiftly and inexorably.The swordsmen were taken aback. The reaction they had honed over the years made them draw out their swords quickly. They only heard a clanging sound, and all the long swords pierced, but they felt that the place where the sword tip pierced was extremely hard, and their enemy seemed to be here. Instantly cultivated the indestructible magic of King Kong, and will no longer be harmed by human weapons! The strong wind blows in the face, these dozens of swords can't shake the momentum of the enemy's attack, and the sound of the wind is suppressed violently.The swordsman was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, he no longer cared about hurting the enemy, and threw away with all his strength.

Yang Yizhi's figure was scattered, and he floated to the other side of the tent with the iron candlestick. The Qinghe Sword is like an autumn leaf, it has been resting on the iron candlestick.Every time the sword strikes, Yang Yizhi will use his mind to absorb the true power of the sword, and then turn it into the castration of the iron candlestick.With the help of the iron candlestick, he seemed to have a partner with strong inner strength, and then he used Yu Lunpao's heart method to get twice the result with half the effort and sway freely.The zhenqi on the sword was resisted by the iron candlestick, and it couldn't hurt him anymore.

There was also an iron candlestick on this side of the tent.The two candlesticks slammed into each other, and Qi Qi flew up with a fierce wind sound.Yang Yizhi struck repeatedly with the Qinghe sword, and in an instant, he hit the center of the candlestick with wonderful luck. All things are the heart, the heart of the sword to control the world is the best at using the weak to control the strong, moving and shifting, it is extremely ingenious, the force it exerts is not very strong, but it hits exactly the point where the evil forces of the candlestick gather, and the castration is fierce The candlestick immediately spun rapidly, like two running wheels, pulled by the Qinghe sword, turned upside down, one left and one right, protecting Yang Yizhi and slamming forward.

There was a loud crackling sound, and the long swords of those swordsmen collided with the candlesticks, and were immediately stimulated to fly out, piercing the iron wall.Some bumped back again, scurrying through the crowd.In the dark, those swordsmen couldn't dodge in time, and several people were stabbed, and they couldn't help but panic. This made Yang Yizhi less obstructed, more like a fish in water, between vertical and horizontal, the other two iron candlesticks were also knocked up, and the four big candlesticks surrounded him like four black whirlwinds, dancing wildly in the dark night.And Yang Yizhi had already hidden in the darkness of the tent, no one could find his trace anymore.

The strong wind blown by the candlestick smashed the fishy smell and aroma, and the sharp noise also shattered the fighting spirit of the swordsmen.These four candlesticks have become the mounts of the God of War Demon King, trampling on their lives. Finally, some seriously injured people couldn't help crying and moaning. Yang Yizhi sighed and stopped the wind. He didn't want to hurt more people, even though these people were his enemies. The Qinghe sword drew slightly, and the iron candlestick moved a little further away from those people, rubbing against each other, bursting out a little bit of faint light.

The light was carefully controlled by Yang Yizhi, it was extremely dim, just enough for Yang Yizhi to grasp a person's whereabouts. General Bai Yu. Yang Yizhi knew that it was absolutely impossible for this tent to be completely buried underground, there must be some way for these white feather guards to get out.Otherwise, how could they work so hard to catch the enemy? The key to getting out may be General Bai Yu. So although the iron candlestick is far away from other people, it is getting closer and closer to General Bai Yu.The whirlwinds created by the dancing candlesticks collided with each other from time to time, and a thunderous thunder burst out in the airtight tent, resounding in everyone's ears.Yu Lei Gun Gun, everyone seems to be on the sea, the wind and waves are fierce, and the sky thunder is rolling, but they are just a lonely person, a boat, and may disappear in this boundless sea in the next moment, with no bones left. live.

Tremendous fear and loneliness entangled everyone's heart tightly, and the cries became louder. General Bai Yu's face also changed, becoming extremely gloomy.Finally, he moved quietly. Yang Yizhi's eyes lit up immediately, the Qinghe sword was still beating swiftly and fast, controlling the four flying iron candlesticks, but his footsteps moved quietly, catching General Baiyu tightly. In the faint lightning, I saw General Bai Yu lightly pressing on the wall, and a door cracked soundlessly on the wall. stabbed out.General Bai Yu was shocked, and hurriedly backed away, and the door was closed again without a sound.

General Bai Yu's shock was no small matter, and he hurriedly pressed the door opening mechanism hard, only to hear a muffled rattling sound, the door seemed to be pinned by something, and could no longer be opened.There was a great panic in his heart, and he cried out mournfully: "Stop! Stop! Light up the fire!" With a few bangs, the iron candlestick hit the wall and rolled to the ground.A little flame lit up and instantly illuminated the entire tent. I saw that half of the imperial guards were injured and fell to the ground, and some were mourning and crying, completely losing their fighting spirit.Although the other people can still stand, they are also empty-handed. How can they have the slightest combat power? There was no trace of Yang Yizhi in the camp for a long time, and the secret door was locked tightly, under the cover of mud, it was impossible to even notify the outsiders.General Bai Yu slammed his fist hard on the ground, and said word by word: "Yang, Yi, Zhi!" Yang Yizhi used the power of the candlestick to sneak into the secret passage first, and then inserted several long swords into the secret door.Those long swords were all picked up by him, some of them were distorted out of shape, but they were more than enough to hold the secret door.Hearing the continuous shouting and cursing from inside the door, Yang Yizhi heaved a sigh of relief. Not daring to delay, he hastily walked out along the secret passage. He didn't expect that the exit of the secret passage would be the dark place of the Five Grain Reincarnation.After walking not far, he saw the soldier who was knocked unconscious by him getting up in a dizzy state. When he saw him, he was stunned and was about to say something when Yang Yizhi struck him on the head with the hilt of his sword neatly. On, let him sneak away again in his sleep. Although he had just escaped a difficult situation, Yang Yizhi was not at all relaxed.Since the Mongols have set such a tight trap, it must be extremely difficult to rescue Xiangsi, beyond what he could have imagined. Yang Yizhi looked up to the sky, only to see a bright moon rising from the eastern sky, the golden moonlight was shining down on him, and his shadow was stretched so long. Like the loneliness in his chest. The sun rises and the moon lasts. Since ancient times, there have been two kinds of light between heaven and earth. The sun is so brilliant that it cannot be looked at, and all living beings are subject to its will; but the light of the moon is so gentle, accompanying you, allowing you to share all its glory.The sun is so cold and majestic, it squeezes out all the false decorations of all things, leaving all old and decaying; but the moonlight is just the opposite, making all the ugly and mediocre be stained with its brilliance, under its downlight Become beautiful and moving. Yang Yizhi's figure appeared indistinct in the moonlight, as if real or unreal.He looked at the full moon, and all the pain and scars seemed to disappear for a moment, and he seemed to be the prince of Wei and Jin who was meditating under the moon. If he gives up at this time, he still has a chance to turn back. However, he sighed a long time, looked away, and walked forward slowly. His footsteps just turned around the blocking wall, and then stopped immediately. The dense and heavy war drums sounded at this moment, and the whole earth roared together. Numerous torches lit up from the camp tents, and together with the moonlight swaying all over the sky, the Mongolian camp was illuminated like daytime.The camp was full of people. A man with a full helmet and a murderous look on his face. All the Mongolian soldiers were dispatched and formed a battle formation, forcing out layers of dense clouds and pointing directly at Yang Yizhi. Yang Yizhi was surrounded by a crowd, and the wind and rain were impenetrable. Yang Yizhi let out a long sigh.He had thought of this scene ever since he was trapped in the black tent.Since the person who set the trap has the first killer, he has the second.It will never rest until he dies. It's just that he can't die. The moon can fall and the flowers can wither, but he cannot die. Only for the previous promise. The cloud turned, and thousands of armored soldiers suddenly roared together.Immediately, like a raging storm, it turned into a murderous aura, rushing towards Yang Yizhi like a tide. The knife is out of the sheath, the saddle is on the horse! The murderous aura forms clouds at three o'clock, and the cold voice spreads Diao Dou overnight. The soldiers were raging, and Qiqi took a step, but the distance between Yang Yizhi and them seemed to be shortened by thousands of miles. From life to death! But Yang Yizhi's heart seemed incompatible with such a battle formation. His body was surrounded by murderous aura and death breath, but his heart was only filled with the cold bright moon. Maybe, it's just because he is already like a bright moon, born to shine on all things when the sun is fading, without any hesitation. Yang Yizhi sighed in a low voice, and the soldiers had already rushed in front of him.In all directions, he had nowhere to go. The Qinghe sword reflected the moonlight, emitting a miserable green light.That seemed helpless, desolate light, just like Yang Yizhi's situation. Wang Wei has a poem: one body fought for three thousand miles, and one sword once became a million division. But can a sword really be a master of millions?Although the Qinghe Sword is a famous sword, how many people can it kill? What's more, he is here to save people this time, and he doesn't want the killing to be contaminated with the gentleness of the lotus. His long, disheveled hair flew away in the night wind, and the battle dust billowed, but his eyes were as clear as a bright moon. Under the bright moon, there are tents made of thick felt.The Mongols are nomadic people, and their living depends on tents that can be rolled up and spread out. The wind in the north is strong, but the tents they make are extremely tough, and no wind can blow them. The thick felt is also extremely strong, even the snow in the cold winter cannot be crushed. A bold idea suddenly surged in Yang Yizhi's heart, and his figure immediately floated up like a white cloud. There was a loud shout from the soldiers, and more than a dozen long spears stabbed out at the same time.Yang Yizhi's figure fluttered, Qinghe Sword was like a white crane flying high, and he tapped every long spear quickly. There was a sound of cracking, this time Yang Yizhi shot so hard that all the spears broke from it! The force of retaliation was extremely strong, the wound on Yang Yizhi's chest was shattered, he was about to vomit blood, and his body was like a paper kite with a broken string, flying straight down.He was in the air, and the Qinghe sword danced for a while, bringing his body down to a nearby tent. At the moment when Yang Yizhi touched the top of the tent, Yang Yizhi's toes landed, and the magical method of heaven and earth as the heart was activated again. There was a loud bang, and the tent was indeed extremely solid, and Yang Yizhi bounced high and fell towards another tent. Thousands of armored soldiers on the ground were all stunned, and they all raised their heads, watching Yang Yizhi descend into the world like a flying fairy, flying in a bright moon, and shooting towards the huge golden-roofed tent. All the soldiers let out a roar: "Protect the prince!" They turned around together and rushed towards the golden tent.However, the method of marching and arranging formations is the most important order, and it is taboo to act privately like this.The camp immediately became chaotic, and the generals shouted and cursed, but it was difficult to control for a while. Yang Yizhi's robe sleeves fluttered and fell in the air, and the Qinghe sword in his hand hit the top of the golden tent like lightning. The brilliant golden eagle is not one piece, but is composed of dozens of huge thick gold foils, and the gold foils are connected together with delicate gold hooks.The Qinghe sword flashed into a flash of lightning, cut the golden hook, and then cut a big hole in the felt cloth under the gold leaf.Yang Yizhi stepped hard and brought the huge gold leaf down into the tent. The tent was brightly lit, and there were absolutely no guards.I saw a person sitting in the big tent, his face sinking like water, staring at a letter carefully.The man was dressed as a barbarian, with a rough appearance, most of the top of his head was bald, the rest of his hair was braided and coiled on his head, his upper body was bare, his muscles were knotted, and he looked extremely mighty.There is a gold belt around the waist, and a half-foot-long golden eagle head is inlaid in the middle, showing a little grandeur. There is a huge hooked nose on his face, which makes him look rough and majestic, but also reveals a bit of gloomyness.When he saw Yang Yizhi falling from the sky, he didn't panic, he took a big gourd from the side shelf and punched Yang Yizhi. Yang Yizhi's figure was uncertain, and he immediately circled, and the downward trend of the huge piece of gold foil immediately turned into a horizontal strike, and hit the pumpkin with a bang.Although the man boasted that he was extremely powerful, how could he resist such a violent fall?There was a sharp pain in the palm of the hand, the pumpkin flew out of his hand, and a little cold penetrated into the throat. The Qinghe sword in Yang Yizhi's hand was already on his chin. There was not even a trace of panic on that man's face, his eyes moved slowly, he saw Yang Yizhi directly from the Qinghe sword, and said coldly: "It is worthy of my king's whole army to catch you, it really is a famous sword!" Yang Yizhi coughed lightly and said, "The third prince took Han Naji?" The man said proudly: "Since you know the name of this king, you should know that this king is definitely not someone who is coerced by others." Yang Yizhi pondered.It's true that Hannaji has been honored with his military achievements, but he is a man with a strong temper, who would rather bend than bend.If he were to be threatened with death today, he might not be able to achieve his wish. What's more, if he just doesn't say where the lovesickness is, can he really be killed? At this moment of hesitation, the soldiers outside had already caught up, yelling wildly outside the tent, clamoring to rush in and chop Yang Yizhi into minced meat. Han Naji suddenly said angrily: "They are all embarrassing this king, shut up all of them!" Immediately there was silence outside the tent, and the crowd fell silent.Then only the sound of slight footsteps and clashes of weapons was heard, thinking that those soldiers calmed down at this moment, and they returned to their respective teams in an orderly manner. Although Yang Yizhi was deeply hostile, he couldn't help admiring him, he slowly took back the Qinghe sword, and said: "I have heard that the Mongols admire warriors, would you like to make a bet with me?" Han Naji was slightly surprised when he saw that he had withdrawn the sword, and couldn't help feeling a little respect in his heart.Putting away his arrogance at the moment, he cupped his hands and said, "Mongol men admire warriors the most. If you can make this king admire you, then you will be able to do whatever you want! But..." Turning Han Naji's eyes, he said: "You Han people are very cunning, and you are used to cheating us, but it is not allowed." Yang Yizhi smiled and said: "Just now when I entered the tent, I saw two bronze drums in front of the prince's golden tent. If I can push the bronze drums, will I be able to win the prince's promise?" Hearing Han Naji's words, his face was full of disbelief.The bronze drum weighed a thousand catties, and it was set up to show Hanaji's military might. When it was struck, it was heard ten miles away. It was Hanaji's favorite thing, and he would take it with him wherever he went.It's just that this drum is too heavy, and it takes hundreds of people to pull it hard every time before it can be moved to the cart, and dozens of strong oxen can be used to pull it.At this time, I heard Yang Yizhi say that he could push the giant drum with his own strength, how could Han Naji believe it? This kind of thing is not a coincidence at all, if you can push it, you can push it, if you can't push it, you can't push it, Hanaji can't help but sneer. Yang Yizhi smiled indifferently, and said: "My lord must think that the giant drum is too light, and there is nothing strange about pushing it. Why don't you send another hundred strong men to support the bronze drum with giant wood, and how about pushing it together?" Han Naji laughed out loud, thinking that Yang Yizhi was crazy.Although he has heard that some people in the Central Plains have martial arts and are extremely powerful, but if the strength of a hundred people plus a bronze drum of a thousand catties can still fight, then it must be a god! He slapped the desk hard and said: "That's what you said! I don't know what you are asking for?" Yang Yizhi originally wanted to ask him to let the princess go, but he was afraid that if he said this, Han Naji would be vigilant and regretted again, so he said: "If I get lucky, please tell me where the princess of the Ming Dynasty is imprisoned. " He also found it strange to hear that Han Naji did not ask him to let the princess go.Then there is nothing to lose in this bet, the worst is to send more troops to guard the cell well.He nodded with a sneer and said, "This king bet with you!" The two went out of the tent together, and the two huge bronze drums stood on both sides of the golden tent, each one was more than ten feet high, made of pure bronze, with simple and simple animal patterns carved on it. Standing in front of the bronze drum, Yang Yizhi seemed to be standing under a tall building. All the soldiers outside the account also heard their bet, and couldn't help laughing. A gentle smile appeared on Yang Yizhi's face, and he remained silent. Seeing that he was so calm, Han Naji was a little nervous, waved his hand, and said, "Choose a hundred death-death soldiers." After a while, a hundred sergeants stood up, all of them tall and big, hulking, majestic and high-spirited.Each of them was half a head taller than Yang Yizhi, the three armies laughed even more when they saw it. The hundred sergeants roared in unison, tearing off their upper body clothes, revealing bronze-like muscles.The ten people held a giant pole more than a foot thick, and firmly supported it on the other side of the bronze drum. The bronze drum, which weighed a thousand catties, was slightly shaken by these hundred people. Yang Yizhi smiled faintly, stretched out his left hand, and pushed it on the bronze drum.