The three of them walked very fast, rushing all the way up. The weather was not good, it was snowing heavily, and the mountain was slippery and cold. In order to go faster, the three of them did not wear cloaks or crane cloaks.
King Jin had injuries on his arms. When he climbed up, if he exerted force on his arms, blood would ooze out of the wounds. The blood would freeze and stick to the wounds and the fine cloth. He endured the pain and just did not know, hoping to extend the journey.
Wan Yunjun had never suffered such a crime in his life. After walking for two hours, he could no longer walk and could only stand where he was and take a breath.
Song Huiyue opened the water bag and gave it to King Jin: "Your wound is not very good. Do you want to apply medicine again?"
"No need," King Jin took a sip of water, "it's just a skin injury."
Song Huiyue took out three more dry pancakes and ate one each with cold water. Wan Yunjun had never eaten such cold and hard food in the ice and snow, but he endured it.
The dry biscuits had been frozen into icy crusts and could not be eaten in a short time, so the three of them walked up while chewing.
They had to continue climbing over mountains and ridges. The smooth mountain road had been completed, and what was left was an undulating path. The feet were covered with thick pine needles, which were soft and slippery, and they would fall apart when walking.
Encountering a steep mountain road, Song Huiyue used herself as a wooden stick to support King Jin up step by step. The pine trees were towering, and the gaps left between the canopies were narrow and fine. The skylight fell from above, and the light and snow layers
Filtered layer by layer, what finally falls on people is gray.
Taking advantage of this little bit of skylight, the three of them strode upwards, their gasps making an earth-shattering sound in the mountains - Wan Yunjun didn't escape, and he didn't know how to suppress his breathing and let the stinging cool wind slowly blow on the tip of his nose.
In and out, otherwise there will be tearing pain in the chest, and soon the smell of blood will come out.
Song Huiyue supported King Jin with half of her body, and stretched out her other hand to hold Wan Yunjun.
Wan Yunjun whispered: "I can move."
Song Huiyue shook her head and pulled her: "Don't use your mouth to breathe in, your chest will hurt."
After hearing this, Wan Yunjun quickly closed his mouth and began to hum quickly through his nose.
Holding Song Huiyue's hand, she walked with her head down at first. After walking for a while, she suddenly noticed King Jin's gaze. She looked up and immediately wanted to pull her hand out of Song Huiyue's hand.
However, Song Huiyue held her hand tightly in order to rush on her way, and she could not pull it out. Her palms sweated nervously under the gaze of King Jin.
She didn't even dare to raise her head, she walked away with her head shrunk, her breathing breathless in fear.
The three of them walked faster and faster under the dull sky and strange atmosphere. They reached the top of the mountain before it got dark.
They must speed up, enter Taihangxing, and find a village to spend the night in Taihangxing.
The sky was unclear, and it was already difficult to walk up the mountain. Now it was getting dark, so we had to be more careful when going down the mountain. Song Huiyue was supporting King Jin with half of her body, and she had to climb the tree with her other hand. She could no longer hold Wan Yun.
Jun, so Wan Yunjun took three steps and rolled two steps. Halfway through the roll, he suddenly looked at two green lights in the forest and said, "This is a wolf, right?"
Song Huiyue's heart skipped a beat, and she protected King Jin calmly: "It's okay, the wolf is full and can't move easily. Let's go."
Wan Yunjun stumbled and rolled down, with bags on his head one after another. He sat in the temple and was able to pretend to be Buddha.
The dim light in the sky gradually faded away, and the darkness came up. The three of them finally reached the foot of the mountain and saw the gravel-strewn path.
It's always dark when the sky says it's dark, and people's faces and expressions are all blurred in the night, and no matter how infatuated and affectionate their eyes are, they can't be transmitted through the night.
King Jin calmed down and let go of Song Huiyue.
He wanted to let her go, but he couldn't let her go. She was now an eagle in Dingzhou, not a domestic sparrow in Tanzhou.
He tried his best to calm down and straightened Song Huiyue's clothes.
Song Huiyue's throat was tight. She lowered her head and took a sip of cold water. The water slipped from her mouth into her throat, and it immediately felt like she had swallowed a knife, cutting a path in her throat.
All the words of the two people were stored in their dry stomachs, and they could not speak out.
Wan Yunjun touched the bag on his head, but he had no strength to say anything more - Heaven is about to entrust this man with a great responsibility, and he must first work his muscles and bones.
Just as the three people were silent, a light of fire suddenly jumped up from the mountain, and a silent shadow came down from the abandoned stockade, leading more than 20 people to stand ten steps away from them.
It's Lao Wei.
Lao Wei's usual silence became a stone in the mountain, and behind him stood the Zhang family guards and two dead soldiers.
His eyes were hard and full of hatred - he hated Song Huiyue. He had long wanted to get rid of this little lady, and today he finally got his wish.
Just when Lao Wei was about to take action, King Jin suddenly raised his right hand and stared at Lao Wei: "Don't move."
Then he moved his hand, and suddenly there was a slight sound of an ox-horn bow being drawn from the mountain.
Lao Wei's ears were astonishing. When he heard the noise, his eyes immediately flashed and he stepped back suddenly.
Fell into a trap!
However, it was in vain for him to retreat. The ambushed archers in the mountains had already taken aim, and the sound of "whoosh" kept sounding, and the arrows were fired densely, turning Lao Wei into a hedgehog in an instant.
Under the fierce attack of arrows, Lao Wei and all the troops brought by Lao Wei were wiped out, and they could not even say a word.
The guards of the Wanjia family and King Jin's men and horses together turned this place into a Shura field.
The hot blood scalded the white and soft snow, and the surrounding area was no longer clean, turning into purgatory. Wan Yunjun swallowed hard, feeling that his soul was trembling in his shell.
It's not that she has never seen anyone killed before, but she has never seen such a killing method. It was so merciless.
Wan Yunjun's bodyguard ran down the mountain and followed Wan Yunjun, his expression no better than Wan Yunjun's.
Kyoto is a good place, but it is also not a good place.
King Jin raised his hand to wipe the blood spattered on his face, and led Song Huiyue forward, his shoes making a clear crunching sound on the ground.
The soles of the shoes left traces on the ground. Soon the traces faded and were covered with heavy snow. A light layer of snow also fell on the bodies, drowning the killing.
The wind in Taihang County was colder than outside. The cold wind blew across King Jin's face. He knew that he could no longer send him off - the great cause of Kyoto was waiting for him.
Soon.
After this scene, Zhang Xutang's secret power has almost wiped him out. The next thing to do is to get Yin Xiao into Kyoto.
Taihangxing was decorated with snow, and looking ahead was a pure white world. The group of people meandered along the mountain road to the north. Halfway there, Song Huiyue stopped and said goodbye to King Jin.
"I'm leaving, please take care."
"Take care of yourself."
Song Huiyue strode forward, and after walking about ten steps, she turned to look at Prince Jin who was still standing there. She felt dazed for a moment, and suddenly remembered the night when Prince Jin ran away with her on his back.
At that time, they were still very young, as small as a small boat in the vast ocean. If they were not careful, they would capsize in the vast ocean.
She turned her head back, no longer thought about it, and walked away in a hurry.
King Jin didn't turn around until he saw Song Huiyue's figure completely disappearing.
As soon as he turned around, there were neatly arranged palace guards and retainers in his sight, all with long knives in their hands and bows and arrows on their backs, standing on the left and right, waiting for him to walk over.
In front of him were corpses and blood. He walked over and merged with the blood - the white clothes on his body were the only barrier to this hell.