Chapter 16 Chapter Fifteen

This is not a typical Mongolian tent, but more like a small Buddhist temple. A roll of Avalokitesvara in white clothes was hung on the front of the tent, and in front of the statue was a small incense table with a bronze incense burner on which three wisps of fragrance were burning.This tent is small and tidy, clean and quiet. Xiangsi knelt in front of the incense table, closed her eyes and prayed, a wisp of smoke curled up from the heavy incense embers, setting off her slender back somewhat solemnly. She was not praying for herself, but praying that the five hundred people in the deserted city would no longer bear the wrath of the gods.

She believed that, in the dark, their blessings were already tied to her, so her prayers were so devout. Yang Yizhi stopped in his tracks, this piety made this camp a holy place, and he couldn't break the tranquility inside. He hesitated to speak. Acacia seemed to sense his arrival, but did not look back. Only a small blue flower on her temples trembled slightly like a wounded butterfly. Gentle and delicate, it was exactly the same as the one given to him that day. She once said that cyan would keep her safe, but she wondered if it could be fulfilled again in this desolate grassland?

After a long time, she sighed softly and said, "Do you believe in the existence of destiny?" Yang Yizhi was speechless.This sentence, many years ago, he asked himself over and over again. He knew how confused he was when he asked this sentence. Xiangsi seemed to know that he would not answer, and said quietly: "Do you believe that there is a lotus goddess in this world?" — Yes, that’s you. Yang Yizhi didn't say these words, Xiangsi's question made him feel a little desolate. Xiangsi said: "But the people in the deserted city must want the lotus goddess. If there is no lotus goddess in this world, then they will lose all their lives and hopes."

The lingering smoke curled up, and she could vaguely see that her thin shoulders were trembling slightly: "I made an agreement with Bahan Najib, I will go with him to meet their Khan, and I will be their hostage, and I will never run away, only begging for his forgiveness." The people of the deserted city..." Her voice was gentle but also firm: "So, I can't go with you." Yang Yizhi's body shook suddenly, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. Lotus Flower Goddess, that's just a lie of great calamity, but why, you have to use your own life to fulfill this lie?

But he knew that he could no longer take her away.Because the look of lovesickness made him think of someone. Yang Jisheng.His father, Yang Jisheng. Back then, Yang Jisheng would rather die than run away with him. Yang Jisheng's stubbornness at that time was just like the lovesickness at that time. Why does everyone have their own attachments? Yang Yizhi gave a difficult smile, but his smile was still so warm, which made his haggard face a little bloody: "If I can convince Han Naji, whether you stay or not, he will not harm the people in the deserted city, you Will you come with me?"

Xiangsi suddenly turned her head, staring blankly at Yang Yizhi's body covered in blood and dust, tears almost fell from her eyes. How could she not know what kind of soul-stirring fight the smiling man in front of her just went through to stand in front of her?How could she not know how much pain and disappointment were hidden under his smile? The sentence "refusing to leave" cost him so much effort and made him laughable how many times he fought bloody battles. All because of her persistence. She didn't dare to look back at first, but she couldn't bear to see the disappointment in his eyes.

She thought that he would be angry at her words.He should have laughed at her stubbornness, her stubbornness, even her stupid kindness.Or, he would leave angrily, or he would try his best to persuade her, or he would not say anything and just take her away forcibly... But, he didn't. He just smiled and asked her if she would go with him if he could persuade Bahanaji to spare the residents of the deserted city. This is his respect. What he guards is not only her, but also her beliefs, her ideals, and her dignity. However, no matter how innocent the lovesickness is, I also know how dangerous this "persuasion" will be!

That was a mission that was a hundred times more dangerous than rescuing her from thousands of troops; it was an insurmountable difficulty even if the gods descended. The danger in it may have become synonymous with death. She refused to go with him, her original intention was to let him leave with all her heart, so how could she put him in greater danger? She was shocked in her heart and shook her head: "No... you can't! You can't ask him! They want to use my status as a princess to blackmail the court. But they don't know one thing, I actually..." Yang Yizhi waved his hand lightly, stopping her words: "Wait for me."

He turned and left the tent. Waiting for me, that is Shan Hai Yinuo. There are thousands of iron troops outside the account. Yang Yizhi raised his head, and in front of the golden tent, the white battle flag was blown by the wind and fluttered fiercely.That was the dignity he had won, and now, he had to trample on this dignity, because there was only one way to rescue the princess. Capture Han Naji and force him to make a promise: release Xiangsi and stop attacking the deserted city. Yang Yizhi didn't want to do this, but it had to be so, so he could only sigh grandly and look away from the white roll.

One step, he stepped out slowly, and then another step. The Mongolian soldiers didn't stop him too much, because the white flag was still there, and the power of the sword of Professor Yang Yizhi, Zhao Quan and Li Zixin was still there. They almost watched Yang Yizhi step out, but then, they were surprised to find that Yang Yizhi did not run away, but walked towards the golden tent! The Qinghe Sword was tightly held in Yang Yi's hand, a ray of cold murderous aura wandered over the edge of the sword.Although these Mongolian men are not martial arts masters, they have spent their lives in front of and behind the battle, and they are very familiar with Yun's murderous aura, so they immediately started clamoring.

Yang Yizhi frowned slightly, and suddenly pulled up his body, flying away to grab the golden tent! He didn't dare to delay any longer, he had to capture Han Naji in the shortest possible time! The Qinghe sword lifted the tent door, and Yang Yizhi was about to rush in, when suddenly a red light flashed, and a sword wind came, piercing through Yang Yizhi's eyebrows!Yang Yizhi hurriedly retreated, and the sword wind also disappeared in an instant. Yang Yizhi's sleeves drooped down slowly, and the Qinghe sword was hidden in his long sleeves, without revealing its edge.He is like a celebrity listening to the spring in the mountains, elegant and calm, not surprised by favor or insult. That sword was definitely not made by mediocre hands, the sword was fierce and fierce, it was still better than seventy-two white feather swordsmen.When did Han Naji's subordinates come to be such a master again? Yang Yizhi raised his eyebrows faintly, thinking quietly.He who has lost the Sword of Fengyue must be cautious, otherwise, let alone saving Xiangsi, even he himself may be permanently trapped in the Mongolian formation. Han Naji's voice came out in a deep voice: "This king specially dispatched the red feather army to guard the golden tent. If you want to save your life, please go back." Please come back?Yang Yizhi smiled lightly, can he return? He slowly took a small step forward, suddenly a burst of red light flashed, and several small bright swords dyed crimson suddenly appeared, and the electric flying stars jumped and stabbed at Yang Yizhi. Yang Yizhi seemed to have expected this a long time ago, his body paused slightly, and his steps were retracted, as if he had never moved.As soon as he retreated, the sword light also disappeared suddenly. But at the moment when the sword light disappeared, Yang Yizhi took back his footsteps and stepped out, and he didn't stop after stepping, his body fluttered like autumn leaves, and he rushed into the golden tent swiftly and inexorably! A cold shout sounded, red shadows covered the entire golden tent, and the sword aura filled the sky like the wrath of the Milky Way, pouring down on Yang Yizhi from all directions!Yang Yizhi sighed softly, and the Qinghe sword turned into a soft wave and swung out. What he used was the most common swordsmanship in the Jianghu - Huayinge's Chunshui swordsmanship. The Spring Water Sword Art is not a secret, there are twelve moves in total, and almost everyone in the Jianghu can use it, but only in the hands of Pavilion Master Huayin, can it show great power, it is the best sword art in the world. In Yang Yizhi's hands? The Qinghe sword swung like a pool of cold water.The sword moves continuously, from left to right, drawing an arc-shaped moon in front of him, the sword moves continuously, like waves jumping, it is the "Huaizhu Canglang" in the twelve-style spring water swordsmanship. This sword technique was unremarkable, and it was performed in Yang Yi's hands. It wasn't too fierce and weird, neither had high-end true energy, nor swift speed. Just right. The sword light swept across, and there was a sound of tearing silk in the air. The bright red sword's brilliance immediately dimmed and fell down.Only a few red silks were left flying in the air. These red swords are tied to two feet long red silk. When the red silk dances, the sword light will shoot towards them, making it impossible to guard against.The Qinghe sword flew vertically, what was cut was not the enemy's sword, but the red silk. The cold drink sounded again, and several red shadows descended, surrounding Yang Yizhi.The red sword fell into their hands as if it had spiritual consciousness, and they glared at Yang Yizhi together. These are several men wrapped in red clothes. Everyone is slender, thin, and their bodies are extremely thin, like a shadow drawn by the moonlight.But Yang Yizhi knew that they were the best killers.Only such a person can hide in the crevices that others cannot find, highlight and hurt others.However, the Red Ling Army in the Mongolian Royal Army tent is not a killer, so their clothes are not black, but red.Rich and luxurious red. Although it is only red, it looks colorful and chaotic, and it is extremely gorgeous.Just because their clothes are mixed with crimson, water red, scarlet, crimson, scarlet, crimson, flying red, and dark red. Red is the same color, but it blooms in various forms.Except for their cold and pale eyes, and the slightly trembling red sword in their hands, which could kill people at any time. The shape of the sword is very strange, it seems to be a long red feather, and the blade is carved into strands of extremely thin feathers, which are slightly curved.Even the hilt of the sword was as thin as a wick, and it was still trembling slightly as it was pinched by the red-clothed guards. Is this the red feather army among the white feathers and red feathers? Legend has it that the Mongolian royal family enshrined two guards composed of masters, one in charge of guards, called Baiyu, and the other in charge of assassination, called Hongling.Half of the feathers of Hannaji's golden tent eagle are white and the other half are red, which means that it is protected by the white feathers and red feathers. And what appeared at this time was the Red Ling Army? Yang Yizhi raised his eyebrows and sighed secretly.This is definitely bad news for him who is almost exhausted. The Mongolian soldiers are strong and strong, and they can't come and go freely.Yang Yizhi ran into the army several times, and his energy was almost exhausted.What can still maintain his modest and gentlemanly demeanor is not his strength, but his innate strength of character. Like the bones of a gentleman like the mountain wind and the pine moon. But now, can this upright and sloppy character be able to resist this bone-destroying murderous aura for him? There was another wave of red tide, and several red feather soldiers quietly appeared from the golden tent, all of them covered their faces with red scarves, and a red feather slantedly pinned the red scarf, like a secret shadow hidden in the red .The head of the head wears a pointed golden crown, but it is also painted red, surrounded by a red mask, and the golden crown is carved into the appearance of a cruel eagle.His eyes were even colder, like ice, he stared at Yang Yizhi, and said shyly, "Go one step further, die!" Yang Yizhi sighed softly, he knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.His eyes crossed the red-clothed waves, and stopped on Han Naji. That is his goal, the happiness of the people in the deserted city, and the safety of the princess. He read Han Naji's letter according to the case, and ignored Yang Yizhi, but the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching, obviously, he was also shocked by the murderous intent in the tent. Yang Yizhi said: "I don't want to kill people, if I take off everyone and put on the red feathers, how about asking everyone to step down?" The leader in red said angrily: "You look down on us?" Yang Yizhi took a deep breath and said, "It's serious." The leader in red sneered and said: "Just like your promise! I don't know if you have the life to say such big words! Kill!" Suddenly, the red light exploded, and the red feather army surrounded Yang Yizhi all flew up and rushed towards Yang Yizhi!Their fighting style is extremely fierce, as if they are not afraid of death at all, sticking to their bodies, one inch is short, one inch is dangerous, the red plume sword is short, and the swordsmanship they use is also extremely cruel and poisonous, like a poisonous snake twitching, once If you make a move, you must bite off a piece of the opponent's flesh, even if Yang Yizhi cuts himself in two with his sword! Yang Yizhi was taken aback, he never thought that the Hongling Army's attack would be a lose-lose style! After a little hesitation, the Hongling killer had already rushed in front of him, and the fierce sword wind almost touched Yang Yizhi's skin! Front, back, left, and right are all sealed by the sword wind, and Yang Yizhi has nowhere to dodge! With a flash of cold light, Qinghe sword stabbed out.Immediately, it was as if a breeze blew around him. Although the breeze was light, the fierce stabbing swords couldn't help being sideways, and Yang Yizhi's figure was seen spinning rapidly.The Lingjian involuntarily pierced in the direction of his rotation, the red-clothed killer felt the Lingjian tremble violently, and almost flew away from his hand.They were taken aback, and hurriedly circulated their inner breath, and tried their best to stabilize the sword, and Yang Yizhi's figure floated out like a flowing cloud. The feather swords in the hands of each killer stopped, intertwined with each other, and stabbed at the place where Yang Yizhi was just now.The fierce sword force made these killers feel their wrists numb slightly, and they couldn't move the sword force for a while, and Yang Yizhi had passed them by. He spread out his left hand, holding five red feathers. The red scarf that covered the face of the killer in red came off quietly. They didn't care about Lingjian, and stretched out their hands to cover the mask in panic. It was the consciousness of being a killer in the dark, but no one knew when Yang Yizhi took Hongling away! They could see Yang Yizhi's sword move clearly, it was also the Spring Water sword technique, the glaciers thawed.The most obvious sword move, the most casual technique, but it was this simple and casual sword, with only a little strength, that made their sure-to-kill Hongling sword stab each other. So the sword that must kill has become the sword that must kill. A faint smile appeared on Yang Yizhi's face, he hoped that the Hongling Army would retreat in spite of the difficulties, because he had to capture Han Naji. The leader in red looked at Yang Yizhi coldly, his two slender eyebrows gradually raised.He hissed: "What's so strange about taking their red feathers? If you take my red feathers from me, I will serve you willingly!" Before he could finish his sentence, he moved his left and right hands together, and two feather swords appeared in his hands, stabbing left and right, and slashed at Yang Yizhi like a poisonous snake! As soon as he made a move, Yang Yizhi knew that this person's martial arts were far superior to all the killers just now, and he was by no means easy to match.He didn't want to take it hard, drifted away and backed away.The leader in red sternly said: "Fix the formation!" The red shadows flew around, and the figures of the killers in the golden tent floated around, spinning around Yang Yizhi. Yang Yizhi suddenly had an illusion that the golden tent seemed to become extremely vast in an instant, as if thousands of red-clothed killers were turning around him, and at a glance, it was almost impossible to see the edge! He was startled, but seeing those killers turning faster and faster, their figures became more and more blurred, and they faintly connected into a piece of crimson, like a raging red wave, turning into a raging wave that could reach the sky, hitting him face to face. Yang Yizhi knew that this formation was extremely mysterious, and it was really powerful to gather all the spirits and spirits of the people forming the formation into one person.He lost the Sword of Fengyue, but he defeated first-class masters with the supreme sword heart, but he couldn't compete with such an extremely mysterious formation.There was a whistling sound immediately. The Qinghe sword turned into thousands of points of cold light, and only heard a series of clear sounds, the Qinghe sword collided with the feather sword in the formation hundreds of times in an instant, and Yang Yizhi's sword heart captured all these forces and held them His body soared into the sky and threw himself towards the roof of the tent. On the top of the tent is the huge hole he made when he entered the tent before, and it is also his only hope of escape. The Qinghe sword almost touched the top of the golden tent, at this moment, Yang Yizhi heard the cry of an eagle in a daze. Qingyue's eagle's cry sounded in the golden tent, just after the sound, Yang Yizhi felt his body sank, and he almost fell straight down!With his right arm extended, the Qinghe sword had covered the gold leaf on the tent.Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw the leader in red posing in a strange manner and flying towards Yang Yizhi. It looked very much like an eagle, a blood-red eagle. And the red-clothed killers who formed the formation were all exhausted on the ground, their faces extremely pale, as if all the energy in their bodies had been sucked out in an instant just now, and all the energy was passed on to the red-clothed leader. Yang Yi was stunned, and he suddenly realized that the formation formed just now was not to trap him, but to allow the leader in red to gather enough strength to deliver this mysterious blow. The body of the leader in red danced in the air, looking so stern and strange. The clothes on his body were as red as blood, his body was extremely twisted, and his hands were stretched out as far as possible, like an eagle soaring with wings. This scene was so weird that Yang Yizhi's heart shuddered. He knew that it was impossible to stop safely without hurting anyone. Qinghe sword cut out. What he beheaded was not the leader in red, but the top of the golden tent. The huge gold leaf was cut off by his sword, and smashed down to the leader in red!The gold leaf was so huge that the leader in red couldn't dodge, and slammed on him, letting out a long and shrill howl! The gold leaf exploded with a bang, and was smashed into pieces by the abundant power accumulated in his body! Amidst the screams, the leader stood up unsteadily, and saw Yang Yi's man Qing Ruyue standing beside Bahanaji.The Qinghe sword, which was like a breeze, was pointed at Han Naji's neck. No one thought that he would come so fast! The leader in red didn't think of it, and Han Naji didn't think of it either! Maybe, just because he no longer wanted to kill.Yang Yizhi's eyes were full of sharpness, the Qinghe sword forced Han Naji's throat, and the cold killing intent pierced along the edge of the sword, piercing Han Naji with a burst of pain. This gentle young man finally had the intention to kill. Maybe it was because he knew that if he didn't stop all of this with a thunderbolt, more people would only die. "Order them to stand down." Withdrawing the smile on Han Naji's face one by one, his eagle-like gaze gradually became sharper, staring at Yang Yizhi's hand.This hand is extremely firm. "Are you forcing me?" Yang Yizhi didn't answer. Han Naji was furious: "How dare you threaten the descendants of Genghis Khan?" Yang Yizhi is as firm as a rock. Han Naji's sharp eyes were like sharp knives, slashing deeply across Yang Yizhi's face. Yang Yizhi didn't flinch at all, and said firmly: "My lord, the emperor, I will exchange my lord's life for the people of the deserted city and Princess Daming. I don't know if my lord will agree or not?" Han Naji laughed wildly, not caring that his throat was exposed to the sharp edge of the Qinghe sword: "How can the descendants of Genghis Khan be persecuted by others!" Yang Yizhi spat out his sword: "Then you will die!" The tip of the sword had already touched Han Naji's skin, and Han Naji could clearly feel Yang Yizhi's determined killing intent.This made him even more furious: "Do you know that I raised the white flag in the commander's tent and ordered the three armies not to hurt you, just because we Mongolians admire real warriors?" Yang Yizhi said coldly: "Thank you!" Han Naji was even angrier: "Do you know that you can get into the Golden Tent not because of your martial arts, but because of this white flag! If I order the three armies to fight with all their strength, you will be ashamed!" Yang Yizhi said lightly: "I know." But his sword didn't deflect half a point.Colliding Hannaji's anger with his murderous intent echoed throughout the entire golden tent.Han Naji suddenly pulled out the golden saber at his waist, and slashed in the air. Neither Yang Yizhi's hand nor Qinghe sword moved. An eagle feather fell slowly. It was the eagle feather hanging on the top of the golden helmet in the golden tent. It was taken from the big eagle that Genghis Khan shot down with his bow, symbolizing the identity of Prince Bahanaji. Han Naji said: "This eagle feather can make thousands of troops spare your life, only once!" He sternly said: "Fall the white flag, raise the red flag!" The outside of the gold account suddenly agreed. The white flag is the flag of benevolence and sage; the red flag is the flag of bloodshed. The red flag is raised, kill without mercy! The three armies outside the golden tent hit the ground with their weapons, shouting and shouting regularly, and the camp was full of the sound of military power.Han Naji no longer has the heart to love talents, he carved feathers for Yang Yizhi, not because he was greedy for life and fear of death, but to let Yang Yizhi understand how fragile his persistence is. Therefore, the Mongolian soldiers will no longer show mercy, and will face Yang Yizhi with the strongest lineup.They will kill this weak man before the battle. There is no doubt about it, the Tent of Acacia Imprisonment is a hundred steps away from the Golden Tent, this distance is enough for Yang Yizhi to die ten times. On a real battlefield, a person's life is so insignificant. Yang Yizhi gently retracted the Qinghe sword, carefully picked up the eagle feather, and bowed deeply: "Thank you, my lord." He held his head up and walked outside the golden tent. The wind blows up. Angrily, Hanaji threw the golden knife out, and with a bang, the objects on the table were splashed everywhere.