Chapter 18 Chapter Seventeen

The cold, like a sharp knife, slowly moved through Yang Yizhi's body. The blood in his whole body seemed to have condensed and turned into ice and snow. At that moment, his soul left his body, abandoned that empty body, and forgotten it in a desolate corner of the world. The soul walks alone in a lonely darkness. The thick black silence gradually dispersed, and dilapidated walls, buildings, palaces could be vaguely seen... It was extremely tall, gorgeous, but also extremely weird, far beyond human imagination. However, the majestic stone pillars have long been broken, and the exquisite carvings have been covered with dust. They are like squatting ancient giant beasts. The years have already turned the luxury and splendor of the year into dust. place.

Every piece of broken brick and tile is mottled, and a long street stretches forward, sinking into the unknown darkness.Wheels, windows, masonry and huge fallen stone pillars are scattered randomly on the road. This seems to be the world after the catastrophe, with dust several inches deep everywhere. The sky was dark, with no light and no wind. Only the endless dust is still falling, as if this dark rain has been falling for a thousand years. This is where? Could it be that he is really dead, and this is the purgatory of reincarnation? Suddenly, a clear sound of water droplets came from this silent world.

Drop by drop, the already numb body was regaining consciousness, and a salty and warm liquid was pouring down its throat. It seemed to be a scorching flame, which had traveled all over his body in an instant, igniting his coagulated blood. Yang Yizhi felt a sharp pain. He suddenly opened his eyes. A hand that was as pale as paper and thin and bony was hanging in front of his eyes. On the bloodless wrist, a snake-shaped wound snaked down, and the bright red blood dripped from the wound and fell into his lips. He suddenly understood that the salty liquid he felt in a trance was this person's blood!

Yang Yizhi was shocked, and was about to struggle to get up, but his body was tortured by severe pain, and he lost the last bit of strength.He tried his best, but he only turned his head slightly sideways. The trajectory of the blood falling was messed up by him, and a very thin blood stain deviated from the direction, dripped down his jaw, and wet the skirt of his clothes. "Don't move!" The voice was full of anger offended by dignity. This voice was very familiar, and Yang Yizhi was about to think about who it came from, when an equally pale hand tightly gripped his neck, forcing his face back to its original position.

Yaohong's blood continued to fall, but Yang Yizhi's lips were tightly closed, allowing the blood to slide down his face. The pale mask and fluttering silver hair looked particularly gloomy under the sun. "Stupid!" Crazy anger appeared in the eyes behind the heavy robber's mask, he suddenly flicked his sleeves and withdrew his wrist from Yang Yizhi's face.He was about to get up, but he seemed to feel dizzy for a while, so he could only lean on the boulder behind him, and looked at Yang Yizhi coldly. His pale robe sleeves unfolded slowly in the mist, like a painting wet by water, which might disappear at any time.

The gurgling sound of the water, and the flying water droplets aroused a series of colorful light curtains under the sun. Only then did Yang Yizhi realize that he was lying on a huge bluestone platform, and a clear stream flowed down from the cliff above, splashing water on the bluestone, soaking his whole body. Peach blossoms fell like rain, this turned out to be the stream in Tianshou Village.It is also the place where Yang Yizhi bathes and cleans his clothes before playing "Yulunpao". Familiar memories flooded his mind, which made Yang Yizhi's heart a little more stable.He lay quietly on the bluestone, his tattered white clothes floating away in a thin layer of stagnant water.

The gurgling water carried tens of thousands of peach blossoms, lingered past, and then fell into the deep pool below.His hair has been untied at some point, and it is completely laid out on the bluestone, undulating slightly with the water waves. The wind, dust and blood of the past few days all disappeared with the peach blossoms and flowing water. Chong Jie leaned on the opposite rock, looking at the scar on his wrist with great pity.The anger in his eyes had subsided long ago, but his tone of voice carried the usual sarcasm: "My blood has dripped into your body, which can help you temporarily suppress the five declines of heaven and man. Your last strength has been lost, but from now on, Dirty clothes, sweaty body, withered corolla, stinky body and other signs will disappear from your body temporarily, and you can return to the way you were before..." He sighed heavily, as if it was a matter of great regret Things: "Elegant demeanor, spotless."

Yang Yizhi was silent for a moment, and said: "Why do you do this?" Chong Jie tore off a piece of clothing casually, bandaged the wound on his left hand, and asked: "Why?" His words were full of ridicule, and Yang Yizhi was speechless for a while. Zhong Jie suddenly tightened his belt, and the wound on his hand burst open because he couldn't bear the force, the ridicule in his eyes turned into bitter hatred at that moment, and he said word by word: "Because, I'm jealous of you. " Yang Yi was startled. Chong Jie turned his eyes away and turned to the distant sky, his white mask concealed his rapidly changing expression.After a long time, he calmed down, and smiled softly: "Last night, I saw the most touching drama in the world. A man who was originally as beautiful as jade, for a woman, he did not hesitate to suffer from the five declines of heaven and man, and abandoned all his calmness." , Elegant demeanor, on the dangerous city, sweat wet clothes, and fight bloody. Then, in order to save her from trouble, and alone among thousands of troops, went in and out several times, forgetting to die. Even at the expense of dedicating himself as a demon Sent her a safe eagle feather..."

His tone was full of mockery, and an ominous premonition gradually rose in Yang Yizhi's heart. Zhongjie said leisurely: "Just when the man was exhausted and passed out, Han Naji was ordered to be killed. Seeing that the protagonist who is deeply in love is about to be shot to death by random arrows, the woman is crying Hand over this eagle feather in exchange for his life. I would rather be taken away by Han Naji's army and let him deal with it." He looked up at the sky, slowly spread his hands, and made a gesture of infinite doubt: "What a stupid move, what a deep affection. But why, no one would do it for me?" His tone revealed exaggerated regret , Even I couldn't help laughing.

Yang Yizhi was speechless, he never thought that the battle would end like this. She handed over Diao Ling to save his life, but what about herself? Yang Yizhi mourned in his heart, as if he saw the panic and pain in her eyes when she left. Zhong Jie gradually stopped laughing, and his words were full of vicious mockery: "If the story ends here, it will only make people sigh, the world is ruthless, and it makes such touching mutual sacrifices futile. However, a surprise variable appeared .” Yang Yizhi's heart sank gradually: "What variable?" Chong Jie wrapped her pale long hair between her fingers, and said with a light smile, "Originally, that woman is a princess, even if she was taken hostage by Al Da Khan, she would only suffer from a few days of imprisonment. The Ming Dynasty will take more gold leaf and silk It’s just a change, that’s all. But the killing of this man in the army has annoyed Han Naji. He is going to follow the advice of the Mongolian State Teacher, and send this kind and beautiful celestial girl to the State Teacher’s tent first, and clear her The ominous evil spirit attached to her body."

Yang Yizhi's eyes shrank suddenly: "National teacher?" Chongjie said: "In Mongolia there is a place for worshiping the gods, called the Eight White Chamber. This is a mysterious legend, and it is also the highest secret of the Mongolian royal family. It has existed since the time of Genghis Khan. It has unknowable divine power and can even influence the overall situation of the world. Among them is a highest priest who keeps a flag made of black horsehair, which is Genghis Khan’s flag of the dead, and is deeply respected by Mongolia. This person is also the Mongolian national teacher.” Yang Yizhi's gaze became sharper: "But the flag of the undead has long been lost, and there are only legends left in the Eight White Room." Chong Jie slowly pulled away a strand of snow-white long hair in his hands, and said with a smile: "There are countless 'truths' in the world that have been proven to be lies, but there are also countless incredible legends that originate from truth." He paused, and his eyes gradually turned to the depths of the white clouds: "It is said that the banner of Genghis Khan was blessed by Brahma, the god of creation, to establish an unprecedented great achievement. This banner of the dead was not lost, but because it left the god The blessing of the flag was too long, and lost its original power. The mission of the priest of Babaisho is to preserve this flag, and beg for the blessing of the gods again through generations of asceticism." The smile in his eyes was extremely complicated, and he couldn't tell whether it was pride or ridicule: "This secret is the highest belief and endless glory of this warlike clan. However, this glory has been dust-covered for too long, and it is almost forgotten. Now, this flag is swaying in the depths of the palace, looking forward to the day when the God of Creation descends on the grassland again, unfurls this black flag, flies in the air, and dominates the world." Yang Yizhi didn't speak. Genghis Khan established an unprecedented vast empire and trampled countless prosperous civilizations under the iron hoof.The Central Plains also trembled under such a rule for hundreds of years, until the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, the Mongolian nobles retreated to Mobei, but never gave up their coveting of this beautiful river and mountain. Zhong Jie's smile gradually darkened: "Or, our Lotus Flower Goddess will use her own blood to awaken this glory." Yang Yi was shocked: "What did you say?" "I'm just saying..." Chong Jie took the time to appreciate Yang Yizhi's astonishment: "Exorcising evil spirits is just an excuse, this powerful and cruel priest will use the blood of the princess of the enemy country to pay homage to the omnipotent creator." God of the world." Yang Yizhi stood up and grabbed the heavy white robe: "Where is the priest?" Chong Jie looked at him with pity: "I warned you not to touch my body with your hands..." His cat-like pupils shrank suddenly, and he said word by word: "Why didn't you listen?" Yang Yizhi was almost completely powerless to resist, and fell heavily. Chong Jie stood up, straightened his clothes lightly, and said coldly: "Leader Yang, maybe you should forget your once invincible martial arts. Now you have lost all your strength and are just an ordinary person." Yang Yizhi barely supported his body, and blood vomited out, soaking his clothes again.After a long time, he stopped panting, and slowly repeated what he said just now: "Where is the priest?" Chong Jie seemed to be taken aback by his stubbornness, his eyes suddenly became gentle.He bent down and gently wiped the blood on his face: "Strong, persistent, affectionate...how perfect you would be without her." He silently stared at Yang Yizhi, letting the temperature in his eyes slowly cool down: "The priest's eight white tents are set up in different parts of the grassland, and few people know where they are. However, what is even less known is that the priest His true dwelling place is not in the tent, but in the ground." There is also a ray of sadness in his eyes hidden behind the mask: "In the center of every white tent, there is an entrance leading to the underground. If you go down a thousand steps, you can see a city. A real underground The city is lonely, dilapidated, decaying, lifeless, and dark..." Yang Yizhi's heart was shocked, the picture he described was so similar to what he saw in a coma! Chong Jie turned his eyes to the distant sky, as if immersed in that gloomy memory: "Most half of the city is still buried in the ashes, and the excavated part is covered with broken rubble, collapsed stone pillars, crumbling palace walls, and Yes, countless corpses that have been turned into stone statues... Except for this priest, there is no one in the city. And he lives alone in the tallest palace, guarding the black banner of the dead for generations, waiting for the god to come again .” "Guarded for generations in the dark underground, he has turned himself into a monster..." "He has an extremely ugly face and an extremely cruel soul. He hopes to spread the plague to every corner of the world, and hopes that war and blood will ravage the world again." Chong Jie's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he stared at Yang Yizhi: "Are you still willing to go to this underground city to meet that monster?" Yang Yizhi turned his face away, not looking at him: "How to find those white tents?" The deep-seated resentment and jealousy were like a ray of light, passing through the eyes of the heavy robber, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.He slowly clenched his five fingers, and the silver hair entangled between his fingers broke off one after another: "You are very lucky, because there is a white tent that has been moved to the deserted city." Yang Yi was stunned: A deserted city? That day, he and Xiangsi almost walked all over the small deserted city, but they never saw any white tents. Zhong Jie seemed to see his doubts: "Because the white tents are protected by endless divine power, only the pupils of Brahma can see them." Under the mask, a gloomy smile appeared on his pale lips: "And this A priest once made a promise that whoever finds the Brahma pupil can ask him one thing." He squinted at Yang Yizhi: "The deadline for March is not long, have you forgotten your mission?" Yang Yi was shocked. Yes, he came to Beyond the Great Wall for another promise. On the top of Yusu mountain, under the dew flowers, he made a three-month agreement with the master of Huayin Pavilion to find out the truth about the death of the three elders of Wudang. He must find out the real culprit, otherwise, the world will fall into another catastrophe.However, all kinds of accidents happened one after another, not to mention solving the mystery, even the edge of the truth has not been touched. Could it be that this catastrophe in the martial arts world cannot be avoided after all? Seeing that he was moved by his words, Zhong Jie couldn't help showing a smile: "This priest knows everything, knows everything, maybe it's your only chance to solve the mystery." Yang Yizhi's spirit lifted.He knew that Chong Jie was not lying. Now, the deadline is approaching, and he still has no clue.This priest is not only the hope of saving Acacia, but also the only way for him to find the real culprit. But what exactly are the pupils of Brahma? Chong Jie smiled lightly and said: "The pupil of Brahma is a gem left behind when the stone statue of Brahma was broken. It has been sleeping for thousands of years in a certain corner of the deserted city. After five days, the priest will visit the deserted city. You must In the morning, bring Brahma's pupil to the altar in the deserted city." His voice gradually became cold: "Otherwise, her life and the secret you want will be buried deep underground." Yang Yizhi's face suddenly turned pale. He looked at Yang Yizhi's bewilderment, and said calmly: "The oracle said: The last person left in the deserted city will have the pupil of Brahma on his body."