She took out the crossbow she carried with her and played with it in front of her to pass the time. The saint girl of the Xianbei tribe was wearing a white robe, sitting mysteriously in front of her. Another swordsman in black robe was almost never leaving her side.
"That... is mine." Tuoba Guang, with his chin hanging, suddenly walked in from outside the tea shop and said, "My crossbow."
He Ba Yu'er pointed to the crossbow arrow in her hand, nodded and admitted, "Yes, it's yours! Since that day, I have always carried this little crossbow with me as a 'talisman', and it is often more useful than the gods far away in the horizon."
Tuoba Chen saw his brother being rude, so he went over and dragged him out of the door, scolding him: "Don't stare at Miss Heba in front of so many people!"
Tuoba Guang lowered his head in shame, Heba Yu'er seemed to have remembered something interesting, made a sound, and smiled fondly: "That fool."
After a while, a huge monk came here with a painter, and then the monk left in a hurry.
The painter had no intention of saluting He Ba Yu'er. He sat directly next to Bai Feng and muttered in a low voice: "We are going to Yinshan Mountain? When will we set off!"
"Brother Ziqi, I'm waiting for you." After Bai Feng replied, Murong Yan took off her outer robe and stood up, wearing only a skirt with holes everywhere.
"Please Miss Heba, please treat me as a slave and dedicate me to Taiping Dao." Murong Yan stretched out her arms to indicate that she was ready to be captured.
He Ba Yu'er stood up in surprise and said: "Is this the method you mentioned? It's better for me to lead the troops and go in directly. How can I treat the saint as a slave?!"
"No." Murong Yan said: "If we can use this as an excuse to return to the Holy Land unharmed, we can fight without bloodshed. If I can save everyone, I am willing to do so."
Zhong Ziqi stared at He Ba Yu'er and was so frightened that he forgot to close his mouth and said, "You... you are Miss He Ba? You are so majestic! I have such stupid eyes that I can't recognize her at all."
"Hmph, sweet words." After He Ba Yuer said this, he looked at Bai Feng and asked Murong Yan: "Then...does he agree?"
Bai Feng said: "I listen to the Holy Lady."
"Ha, that's strange." He Ba Yu'er asked the boy to bring a hemp rope and put it on Murong Yan's arms, and said to her: "If you feel pain later, you can ask someone to loosen it for you."
After finishing speaking, He Ba Yuer walked outside holding the hemp rope, mounted his horse and cracked his whip. The blond guards put on their iron helmets and followed him.
Bai Feng and Yu Ke walked at the end with a group of people who also looked like ordinary people. They were silent and only followed the blond woman.
Zhong Ziqi didn't know what they were doing, but he had to follow the situation. He was afraid that his status as a complete outsider would be discovered, so he only dared to ask quietly in Bai Feng's ear: "Are we really going to Yinshan Mountain?"
"Yes, brother Ziqi will definitely not forget what will happen ahead." Bai Feng looked at Yu Ke and said, "Ake, brother Ziqi, please take care of me."
As if his self-esteem was hurt, Zhong Ziqi exaggeratedly raised his chest and looked down at Yu Ke, and replied: "I still need a child to take care of? Brother Bai, you are too underestimated."
Yu Ke knew that Bai Feng was "motivating the general" and ignored this request, but the real reason was the Murong Yan in front of him - this figure was too frail and covered with bruises.
Almost every few steps, Murong Yan would be brought down by the hemp rope, and then she would get up staggeringly. He Ba Yuer asked her if she wanted to loosen her ties, but she just shook her head and said nothing.
There is no easy road on snow, especially on the road to the Holy Land.
The slave didn't wear shoes, so he had to stop in a hurry in order to keep up with the horse. Soon his feet were so cold that he couldn't feel anything. The new toenails that had just grown out were just getting used to the gentleness and had to face new challenges.
"Sister Murong...why do you have to do this? It's obviously just for fun." Yu Ke looked at Bai Feng disappointedly, as if blaming him for failing to protect Murong Yan: "Brother, are we still going to leave?
How far?"
Bai Feng said: "Don't be afraid, don't worry. Those who have faith in their hearts and have themselves in their hearts will never fall easily."
"Is it okay to find yourself?" Yu Ke asked.
Bai Feng said: "You will understand, I promise."
When He Ba Yu'er was still wondering how someone could volunteer to be a slave, the mountain col of the Holy Land had already appeared in front of her, but standing between them were the Taiping Taoists.
"Who are you?"
"He Ba Yu'er is here. This is the saint girl of the Xianbei tribe in my hand. She came here specially to dedicate it to Taiping Dao." He Ba Yu'er pulled the hemp rope in his direction with force, and Murong Yan immediately acted like an obedient person.
Like a puppy, it clung to her thigh.
"The Taoist priest might as well come over and confirm whether it is true or not."
A Taoist priest with long eyebrows came up and took a closer look at Murong Yan. His eyes followed the scars in the holes in her skirt to the copper bell on her ankles. He said happily: "That's the person! That's the person!"
"Then, please ask the Taoist Priest to grant me 'immortality'." He Ba Yu'er said.
"You know everything?" The Taoist seemed surprised.
He Ba Yuer pinched Murong Yan's dirty face and said contemptuously: "It took me a lot of effort to pry open this mouth."
"Then...please come in first?"
To the Taiping Taoists, the news of the Saint's return was perhaps second only to the arrival of the Heavenly Master in person. All the Taiping Taoists around him followed him back to the Holy Land in excitement.
Bai Feng, who came up from behind, saw that the road was empty and there was no obstacle. He thought there would be a hard fight, so he said to others: "After entering, don't kill if you can, so that everyone can see the miracle of 'The Coming of the Saint'"
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Only then did Zhong Ziqi realize: "Are they all dead soldiers?"
"What do you think?" Bai Feng sneered: "If they are to protect their own beliefs, they can be considered dead soldiers, and they are indeed."
Murong Yan didn't know where she was being taken, and Bai Feng could only continue to do the next thing if she completely believed in him.
"After entering, whenever you see men, knock them all down without leaving a single one behind. It doesn't matter if you cut off their hands or feet. Try not to kill anyone." Bai Feng grabbed Zhong Ziqi's arm and said, "Follow me and don't wander around."
The dead soldiers drank Zhuangxing wine and sneaked into the holy place.
"Still no one?!"
Everyone was a little surprised, because this was completely different from what they expected.
"It's too quiet." Bai Feng told several people to watch the exit and continue going deep.
After passing through a narrow and dark cave, everyone slowly went deep into a place that seemed to not exist in this world.
It's like a fantasy, with spring all year round. It's clearly inside the mountain, but it has streams, grass, flowers, and trees.
The sky in the holy land is like a hole with a funnel, and a little bit of white snow is still hanging on the treetops. When you pass by a tree hole inadvertently, you can see small animals sleeping soundly inside.
It's warm here, unbelievably warm.
People step on the soft grass and feel no hostility.
"Over there!" Yu Ke suddenly said: "Sister Murong, under that big tree!"
Everyone followed the sound and caught a glimpse of the Taiping Taoists following Murong Yan, keeping a solemn distance.