She was in a state of chaos, surrounded by a white mist without any entity. She was surrounded by more than twenty puppets holding swords, led by a young woman with a heroic appearance and holding two swords.
The woman yelled and gave orders, and the puppets slashed at Shen Qingqing with their swords at the same time. Their steps were steady and their movements were uniform. They were all practitioners!
Shen Qingqing pulled out the soul-suppressing ruler and silently charged up the force. The ruler blade drew an arc in the air with such force that it instantly disrupted the puppet's formation.
She took advantage of the chaos and jumped out of the encirclement. She used her free left hand to make a hand gesture, trying to summon the lazy ball to help, but the gourd around her waist did not respond at all.
Thinking of the exclamation in her ears when the white light was extremely powerful, Shen Qingqing had a bad guess in her mind. She then tried the hair test of hiding a female ghost in the bag, but there was still no reaction.
She should have fallen into the formation set up by Chen Bitian.
It is more powerful than ordinary trapping formations and can restrain the interference of the yin and yang forces of the five elements and evil spirits.
In the formation, she and the puppet are ordinary people who can only fight with swords. They cannot be threatened by the power of the lazy ball, nor can they cast spells and use talismans.
If she wanted to get out, it meant that she had to defeat these people first and then break out of the formation.
It's a bit difficult to fight a group of people one at a time.
But she still has to deal with difficult situations. There is no turning back when she shoots a bow. Fear has never been her style.
As his thoughts flowed, the puppet launched a second attack.
Still coming in force.
The soul-suppressing ruler was difficult to operate remotely, so she pulled out a piece of rope from the bag and passed it through the copper ring at the tail of the ruler. The rope tied the ruler like a natural hook, and its power was not reduced.
She saw the right moment, swung the rope at the moment when the puppet was running towards him, struck hard with the whip, and aimed straight at the enemy's neck with clear aim.
Although the puppet could not feel pain and would not die, it had a natural fear of sharp blades and kept retreating under her violent attacks.
The white light is brilliant, the red clothes are fierce, like a raging fire lighting up half the sky.
Shen Qingqing stood alone in the shadow of the Daoguang sword, with an aloof expression and no fear at all. Her hair with splashes of ink flew up and merged with the blazing fire.
Seeing her strength, the leading woman clenched her swords and rose into the air, taking the initiative to attack. White light flowed between the sharp blades, stinging people's eyes.
Shen Qingqing retracted the rope and held the soul-suppressing ruler to block the cold light of the two swords.
The two soldiers connected with each other, making a clanging sound, as if sparks splashed out from where the swords met, and a few bright points flashed past the eyes of two pairs of equally cold eyebrows.
"Puppet people, can they only be puppets?" Shen Qingqing asked in a deep voice. She straightened her back and missed the edge of the two swords. With a quick strike, she only cut the woman's flying skirt.
The two of them started to fight, each one attacking more swiftly than the other, and it was hard to tell the difference for a while.
The other puppets changed their positions one after another and attacked Shen Qingqing from behind.
Shen Qingqing had to look forward and look back, and she was exhausted. She failed to dodge once, and was cut open on the cheek by the sharp sword in the woman's hand. The bright red snow seeped out from the wound, like red plums blooming in the snow-capped mountains.
, brilliant and dazzling.
"Hiss~" Shen Qingqing screamed in pain, uttered a curse word, and tried to jump away, but the woman noticed and struck hard again. The sword hit the jade bracelet on her wrist, and the jade bracelet broke.
It was a light blue jade bracelet, a bit like the color of the washed sky. The jade was transparent and translucent, with a drop-shaped red impurity somewhere.
A bright red drop.
Like fallen petals.
Or like the tears of blood shed by a beautiful woman.
The woman's eyes swept across the red water droplets between the broken bracelets, and she was stunned as if she was tapping an acupuncture point.
In an instant, a warm picture appeared in her mind.
The woman with a bright smile waved to her with a rice bowl, her voice was brisk and doting, "Ying'er, I'm back for dinner. Mom made you your favorite milk tea."
There is such a bracelet hanging on the woman's wrist.
A very bright red is the only bright color in the desert.
Her heart suddenly hurt, and she dropped her weapon in panic to pick up the broken bracelet. Chaotic memories were injected into her mind like the intricate lines on the crack of the bracelet.
When she was three years old, she pestered her father to learn martial arts, but accidentally cut her finger. She cried bitterly, causing her father to be pulled by his ears and scolded by her mother.
At the age of five, she could already perform a sword dance in a decent manner. Her father was so happy that he held her on his shoulders and praised her to everyone. Her mother laughed beside her until her eyes turned into crescent moons.
When she was eight years old, she became the favorite of the army. Her uncles and uncles always liked to stuff delicious and fun things into her tent, which made her always full of belly.
When she was ten years old, her father had a very powerful young man under her control. She insisted on competing with him in martial arts, but was kicked over in the sandpit. Her eyes were swollen from crying for three days before they subsided.
When she was twelve years old, she lost to the young man again. She didn't cry this time, but she was too embarrassed to leave the tent for half a month because of the embarrassment. In the end, the young man coaxed her out with a handful of shiny little shells.
When she was fourteen years old, she finally defeated the young man, but she was about to return to Beijing. Her mother said that she was a grown-up girl and could not always hang out with men. It was time to go home and cultivate her temperament.
Before parting, the young man gave her another handful of bright little shells, patted his chest and spoke eloquently: "I will definitely become a very powerful general in the future, even more powerful than your father. Then we will have another martial arts competition."
She laughed at the young man: "That's impossible. My father is the most powerful person in the world. If you want to beat him, you have to wait for the rest of your life."
The young man shook his head like a rattle, "No, read my name, Zhao Ying, Zhao Ying, no matter what the fight is, I can still win, so I must be the best."
She added: "Okay, I'll wait for that day."
When she was sixteen years old, she fell in love with the young master of the Bai family. The young master was extremely handsome and elegant. He spoke well and painted with his pen. He was a kind of person she had never seen before.
Like a white lotus standing tall and graceful, it bloomed steadily in her heart.
She confided her feelings to her parents. Although her parents were dissatisfied with the young master Bai who could only recite poems and paint, they still couldn't bear it.
The daughter was saddened and proposed the marriage between the two families to the emperor.
With a marriage certificate, she married the man she loved as she wished.
However, her married life was not as happy as she had imagined. It was true that the young master of the Bai family was elegant and romantic. It was common for him to flirt with women, have fights with prostitutes, and even take concubines into his family.
How could someone as proud as her endure such grievances?
She didn't cry or make a fuss, she only slashed people with her sword, one blow after another, frightening the beautiful concubine until her liver and gallbladder burst into pieces and her soul flew out of her mind. Her husband would quarrel with her and make trouble with him, turning the whole family upside down.
What a mess.
Then she gave up and lived in chaos all day long, nostalgic for the past, and even forgot how she died in the end.
It seems that he was poisoned to death by a glass of poisonous wine by his husband.
It seems that he was skinned and soul-drained by that ugly Taoist priest.
Anyway she died.
He failed to keep his promise, but the young man became famous and became a powerful general.
I didn't get to see my parents again.
——The two people she can’t let go of the most and the two people she feels the most sorry for. This chapter has been completed!