Chapter 17 Chapter 16 Yijian Once Became a Master of Millions

Xiangsi knelt in front of the tent door. There is a deep arrow mark in front of her body, which symbolizes her covenant with Bahanaji's gentleman. On that day, she used her frail body to stand in front of the army that was about to turn back to slaughter the city, and asked Hanaji for a promise. She would never run away until she saw Altan Khan, and he would not allow anyone to enter the tent to offend her.At the same time, the residents of the deserted city were preserved. She wanted to tell Yang Yizhi that she was not a princess, and Mongolia could not use her to blackmail the Ming Dynasty.She didn't think about what Altan Khan would do to her when she found out that she had been fooled.

In such a situation, she has no time to take care of her own safety. However, her voice was drowned out by the sky-high horns and shouts of killing, and she could only watch helplessly as his white figure submerged into the boundless blood again.But she still couldn't take a step out of the tent door. As long as she doesn't step out of the arrow marks, the agreement between her and Bahanaji's gentleman will still exist, and the people in the deserted city will be safe. She put her hands together on her chest, praying devoutly. Her heart is even more pious than the moment when she was praying for rain in the mountains.

If possible, let God inflict all the pain on her tenfold, and not let this man suffer any harm. Because, she can no longer afford what he has paid! The sound of shouting was like a raging sea, surrounding the golden tent and surrounding Yang Yizhi.The golden tent is only a hundred steps away from the tent of imprisonment, but it is undoubtedly thousands of miles away at this time. All the tents were withdrawn, and Yang Yizhi could no longer leap over like before. If he wanted to return to Xiangsi, he had to walk step by step, stepping on fire and blood. He also knew that with his current seriously injured body, he would not be able to break through thousands of troops.In the previous battle, he tried his best to maintain his physical strength, but he still affected the old injury, and he was in burning pain.This made him almost unable to stand upright, and he would fall into the torrent of clouds at any time.

But he cannot fall. His life, his beliefs, are calling him at the far end, calling him to go on. He seems to have the consciousness of death. Yang Yizhi bit his lip tightly, bleeding out from his bite.The blood immediately transpired into a beam of light, submerging into his body.A very strange blush immediately appeared on his pale face due to exhaustion and blood loss. The Flying Blood Sword Technique is a taboo magic sword. Once it is used, it will definitely hurt the vitality and the mind will be severely damaged.Back then, Guo Ao, the sword god of the generation, fell into the devil's way because he used the flying blood sword technique.

But at this time, Yang Yizhi had nothing but Flying Blood Sword Technique. However, he must rush to Xiangsi's side and deliver this eagle feather to Xiangsi's hands. Then, there will be a carefree princess who returns to her beautiful life. He wants to see her become a compassionate lotus flower, fully blooming between heaven and earth. And he didn't hesitate to become a demon, using killing and blood to win a chance for her. Yang Yizhi took a deep breath and swung his sword. Intense blood gushed out of his mouth and penetrated into the Qinghe sword.The famous sword immediately flew out a sticky bloody light, which suddenly expanded, like a blood-red meteor, and slashed into the huge bronze drum angrily.

The bronze drum roared, but was shaken slightly by this sword.Just now when Yang Yizhi competed with a hundred warriors, he was aroused with great strength and erected it. At this time, he was hit by the flying blood sword and rolled forward slowly.Yang Yizhi's face turned red three times in a row, and he slashed at the bronze drum three times in a row. The huge bronze drum gave out a muffled thunderous roar, and the rolling momentum became more urgent. In his bewildered eyes, a burst of bewildering red suddenly appeared, flying one after another, turning into pieces of peach blossoms, flying between the sky and the earth.

It was the song "Yulun Robe" that he played when he visited the princess in Tianshou Village. At that time, with the peach blossoms flying red as the strings, his voiceless music moved the world and moved the princess's compassion.But now, the peach blossoms in the sky reappeared again, but it was his blood and his heart. Yang Yizhi gently twirled these invisible strings with both hands, and the muffled sound of the bronze drum and thunder suddenly became clearer and turned into a vibrating sound that penetrated the heaven and earth. It was also a song "Yu Lun Pao", but it was full of desolation and desolation.

Yang Yizhi's blood-colored sleeves fluttered on the bronze drum, and blood flew out of his body continuously, making the sound of heaven and earth unceasing, across the world. The Mongolian soldiers were all stunned. They had never heard such a sad voice. This voice seemed to sound from the depths of their hearts. It was sad, emotional, stubborn, and beautiful, making people want to cry. Bits of flying blood danced in the air, but like the most beautiful delicate flowers, following the Buddha's teaching, they fell all over the world one after another. But Yang Yizhi's figure, wrapped in the red rain, was so desolate and pale.

All the heavens are flying red, he is the only exception. The gods rejoice, and he is the only sorrow. The spring is late, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the gentleman bathes in the spring platform, feeling the flowers and leaves falling, the colorful clouds scattering, and playing with a zither, it has the meaning of pity for all living beings and wishes them to keep their youth forever.Therefore, those who hear and play "Yulunpao" don't kill, don't get angry, don't complain, be kind and loyal, benefit the vegetation, take advantage of the vitality of spring, and cherish the living beings in the world.

At this time, Yang Yizhi was killing, angry, and resentful, but his heart of pity for the living beings in the world remained the same, so "Yu Lun Pao" still penetrated the world and became a swan song of blood. Thousands of Mongolian soldiers were shocked by the extremely high and wonderful sound of the piano, and they put down their weapons one after another, watching Yang Yizhi get closer and closer to the tent of imprisonment. The eyes of the leader in red are full of resentment, his cultivation base is extremely high, and he can still keep his mind pure in the sound of "Yu Lun Pao" inspired by Yang Yizhi's all-out effort. killed him!"

This extremely sharp whistling sound was full of the hatred of the leader in red, breaking through the poignant beauty of "Yulun Robe" in an instant, everyone's heart was shocked, and they woke up suddenly. And the bronze drum under Yang Yizhi's feet has already approached the tent of imprisonment. When the Mongolian soldiers in front of the tent saw such a huge bronze drum approaching like a giant beast, they were in a panic and ran away one after another.Although the Mongolian military orders are strict, they are flesh and blood after all. How can they compete with such steel objects? Suddenly, some sword lights flashed in the night, flew up from the Mongolian army formation, and shot at Yang Yizhi like lightning.Yang Yizhi's complexion flashed bright red for a while, he controlled the sound of "Yulun Robe" with one hand, and the Qinghe Sword fluttered horizontally and vertically with the other hand. In a short while, he clashed with the incoming sword more than a dozen times, and only a few white swords were seen. He fell down like a big bird. Yang Yizhi frowned slightly, he found that the White Feather Imperial Guard and the Red Ling Army had already dispatched, mixed with the Mongolian army, waiting for an opportunity to attack him.There are many masters among these people, Yang Yizhi did not dare to neglect and was fully on guard.Suddenly, there was a loud bang from the bronze drum under his feet, and it stopped.Yang Yizhi was taken aback, and when he looked quickly, he saw that the Mongolian soldiers piled up the felt cloth on the ground, blocking the bronze drum. The tent of imprisonment is close at hand, but he has been surrounded by the red feather army and the white feather guards. His pain was flowing through his body like bone erosion, and could burn his life away at any time, leaving nothing behind.What was more serious was his fatigue, he almost had no energy to lift the sword in his hand.He staggered, dashed back and forth in the formation several times, coupled with the Flying Blood sword technique, his life was like a candle in the wind, extremely bleak. But he still remembered Shan Hai Yinuo. At that point, he said, "Wait for me." Now, he was outside the tent, less than ten steps away, but he couldn't take even a step. He could feel that he was dying gradually. He let out a sigh. At the same time, the white feathers and red feathers flew together, and the sword light soared to the sky, slashing down at Yang Yizhi's wrath. Yang Yizhi's sigh was like the sigh of heaven and earth, it was sighing that his mercy would turn into a bloody storm after all. His body soared into the sky. A piece of blood light rolled up with Qinghe Sword's aloof sword intent, turned into a deep sword light, and hit the white feather guard who rushed to Yang Yizhi's side first like lightning.The imperial guard let out an exclamation, and was pierced by the sword light, as if a bubble had burst, and the blood in his body immediately "popped" out. The blood didn't fall to the ground, but instead turned into a stream of red blood, rolling towards the Qinghe sword.Yang Yizhi's figure has turned into a vague shadow, chasing after Qinghe Sword.He never backs down! Chi Chi stabbed him a few times, and the blood splashed out immediately. As if Yang Yizhi didn't feel the pain, the Qinghe sword immediately turned back, and the sword swept across, and the heads, bodies, and limbs of those Hongling soldiers were immediately broken! Immediately above the bronze drum, a large blood-colored demon lotus exploded, and thick blood energy shrouded the air like a dark cloud, sucking the blood essence of everyone who approached.This demon lotus is so coquettish, it blooms wantonly under the feeding of life. The Mongolian soldiers screamed loudly, and everyone felt a surge of fear in their hearts, and couldn't help but rush back. The Qinghe sword splashed a bloody light, dancing around Yang Yizhi, rendering his white clothes blood red. There was also a trace of horror in Han Naji's eyes, watching Yang Yizhi's strange changes.He could deeply feel Yang Yizhi's resolute will.He snapped: "Let the arrows! Let the arrows!" The three armies suddenly agreed, and everyone drew their bows and arrows.The Mongolian soldiers are all over the world, and half of them rely on the skills of riding and archery. Almost everyone wears bows and arrows.Seeing Yang Yizhi's brutality at this time, they all made up their minds to resist desperately, and gave Han Naji an order, and all arrows were fired! Yang Yizhi felt the danger. The Flying Blood sword technique drove his mind into a frenzy, and his senses became dull, but even so, he still felt the danger of the extremely inflated, rapid killing.He jumped high. The blood energy on the Qinghe sword was like a cloud, flying up into the sky with him.The sky is full of arrows and arrows! Yang Yizhi didn't dodge, he gritted his teeth, and danced the Qinghe sword into a light curtain, covering it behind him.The light curtain circulated, but it affected the wound from time to time, and was torn apart by the severe pain. He knew that this remaining power couldn't stop the strongest bow and arrow.His body had to bear the pain of the arrow clusters penetrating into his flesh.But he has no time to dodge or hesitate, he wants to fulfill his promise as soon as possible. A few arrows passed through Jianguang and sank into his body, Dapeng's blood splashed out, driven by the flying blood sword technique, it turned into light and mist, circling around Yang Yizhi.The strong impact made Yang Yizhi fly several feet high. Yang Yizhi saw the tent of imprisonment, not far from his feet.He gritted his teeth hard, and suddenly let out a clear whistle. The blood condensed on the Qinghe sword immediately splashed wildly, turning into a violent thunder, blooming around Yang Yi's body, it was like two huge wings of blood rising behind him, supporting his frail body, anger It flew towards the tent of imprisonment like an arrow. With a bang, he pierced through the thick felt cloth on the tent, but was blocked by the iron pillars on the tent door, and fell heavily in front of the tent. Only one step away. In the dusty sky, he slowly raised his head, as if he could see Xiangsi's astonished eyes. Although it was so far away, he could see that Xiangsi's astonishment turned into panic. He vaguely saw Xiangsi get up and run to him, trying to help him up, but she became farther and farther away... … He knew that his face covered in blood must be terrible, so he smiled with difficulty, wanting to comfort her, but his fading consciousness no longer allowed him to complete this simple action. Blood dripped from his forehead, blurring his vision, and the stinging pain in his eyes made him wake up a little bit, so he gathered the last bit of strength and raised his left hand. In his hand is the eagle feather that he has been holding tightly. That section of eagle feathers has been soaked in blood so that its true color cannot be seen. The tears in Xiangsi's eyes finally couldn't help but burst out at this moment, she tightly held his blood-soaked hands, these hands, which had entered and exited and broken countless arrows for her in the midst of thousands of troops, were like this now powerless. Yang Yizhi raised his head and stared at her blankly, but there were only vague shadows in his eyes; he seemed to want to tell her something, but no sound came out of his throat. The moonlight dimmed, and the surrounding uproar suddenly dissolved in his ears into an eerie silence.Only the sound of blood dripping hits my heart. The blood completely stained his originally handsome and god-like face. Suddenly, that unfinished smile froze on his face. Like a flower in his arms, he withered instantly and fell into the sky full of dust. But he finally gave her the eagle feather. Afterwards, she will return to her world, live deep in the blessed land, enjoy the royal dignity, no more tears, no more sorrow. The kindness he owed her may be repaid from then on. His heart has been pure for a long time, and he didn't intend to step into the world of mortals, but it led to this period of nostalgia for the world of mortals that shouldn't have... Maybe it should have ended since then. All his life, the clouds and the wind are clear, and he is outstanding, but because of this moment of intoxication, he has fallen into the purgatory of endless darkness. But so what. Acacia was crying, trying to help him up again and again, but failed. That was the last "Yulun Robe" of blood, still echoing in her ears, which made her finally rush out of the tent of captivity regardless of the agreement with Bahanaji. But she could only see the dying Yang Yizhi. Only the last sound of "Yu Lun Pao" can be heard. His body became so heavy, his face became so pale, like a lifeless stone statue, he could never wake up again. Xiangsi knelt on the ground, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, tears fell like rain, dripping on his bloody face.She looked around blankly, but was so helpless. Where is the sky, why is she no longer answering her prayers? He looked coldly at her feet. A deep arrow mark has separated her from the tent of imprisonment. On one side is a clean Buddhist hall, on the other side is billowing battle clouds, bloody all over the ground! In desperation, she had stepped out of the arrow mark. The agreement is broken. Han Naji waved his hand lightly, and with a bang, more than a hundred archers had surrounded the small tent.Under the cold moon, the tip of the arrow flashed a breathtaking light, all pointing at the two people surrounding the center. Killing intent spread from the cold arrow tips, as long as there is an order, these sharp arrows will drink the blood of the enemy. Hanging Han Naji's hand in the air, he looked at Xiang Si coldly, as if to give her a chance to leave before giving the order to release the arrow. That's just because Diao Ling is in her hands. Xiangsi stopped crying, and slowly raised her head, her eyes were full of cold arrows.However, she didn't hesitate, she just gently opened her arms to block Yang Yizhi behind her. The night wind blew her water-red clothes, and the moonlight shone like water on her tear-stained face—there was no fear in her eyes. Frowning Hanaji, it seemed that the last bit of patience turned into anger, and he said to the left and right: "Drag her down!" A line of armored warriors came from the other side of the tent.They almost stepped through the dilapidated small tent, and the sound of their neat steps startled the dust, as if they were stepping on the heart of a person.The tent was ruthlessly torn, the altar was knocked down, and the white-clothed Avalokitesvara statue fell into the dust. This is the final warning. It was a chance won by her status as Princess Daming, a chance to retreat decently. Acacia still didn't move. After humming Hannaji heavily, those warriors showed no mercy and all stretched out their hands to grab her wrist. "Stop!" She broke free and lifted the bloody eagle feather in her hand. Glancing at Hanaji, he said coldly, "Since you have taken out the eagle feathers, if you are allowed to retreat into the arrow marks, our agreement is also valid." Xiangsi shook her head: "I took out this eagle feather, not to save myself." Han Naji sneered: "You can't protect yourself now, who else do you want to save?" Acacia looked away from the murderous warrior, looking at the unconscious Yang Yizhi, with a lot of sadness in his eyes: "Please let him go, my lord." Han Naji was stunned, and said: "He is desperate, but he just wants to save you from trouble. But you want to hand over Diao Ling?" Acacia felt sour and nodded. She said silently in her heart: "Please forgive me for wasting your hard work in vain, but I can't watch you die under random arrows." He gave Hanaji a look at Acacia, and said sternly: "You have to think clearly, the agreement between you and me has been broken, and no one can guarantee your safety." Acacia's gaze turned to the eagle feather in her hand. Now, without all support, she is just a young girl.Handing over this eagle feather meant that she was alone among thousands of troops without any protection. She couldn't even imagine what would happen after that. The torn felt tents, the overturned Buddhist altars, the Avalokitesvara statues that fell into the dust, and the thousands of enemy soldiers whose eyes were burned red by hatred... She suddenly closed her eyes, and said word by word: "My lord, please keep your promise and let him go!" Han Naji pondered for a moment, and finally waved to the archer. With a soft swish, more than a hundred sharp arrows have been sheathed. He said Han Naji word for word: "Battle camp." The lieutenant beside him immediately took out a few flags and directed the army to tidy up and prepare to move out of camp.The vast military camp immediately became busy, some packed up equipment, some dismantled the camp tents, some managed the war horses... the corpses and blood all over the ground were also quickly collected, and pits were dug to bury them. Everything was quick and orderly.In the huge barracks, except for the moving of utensils, the running of footsteps, and the neighing of livestock, there was almost no human noise. However, Xiangsi saw the hatred in the eyes of these soldiers. If it weren't for her, those people wouldn't have died. She saved the people in the deserted city, but these people died because of her. The same blood, the same life, thinking of these, the lovesick heart tingled for no reason, but there was nothing he could do. She looked up at the bright moon that was about to set in the east, but felt deeply confused. If he was there, he would definitely tell her what to do.He always makes decisions for her so arbitrarily, never in dispute. But, can she see him again? She sighed softly, took off the small green flowers on her temples, carefully placed them on Yang Yizhi's chest, and said softly, "I hope you are safe." Her hands trembled a little, this little blue flower seemed to carry all her blessings, as well as her unrequited love, it seemed so heavy. After Han Naji gave an order, several warriors forcibly pulled her away. The billowing wind and dust separated them, spreading farther and farther away. When the sun rose, the mighty army had already headed north. Only a lonely wasteland is left.