Shen Yuqing, Jiuhe, Guiying and others only met when they were about to reach the top of the mountain. Because the mountain was high and densely forested, they both walked up without encountering the pavilion master who came up later. Unable to keep up with Wei Moyan's excessive speed, he fell far behind.
He is more eager than anyone else.
"There were countless corpses on the road when we came here. One of them was wearing a silver mask. He should be the protector Linghe mentioned by the captured sectarians. In addition, I also found this next to him -" the ghost Shao Jinhou mentioned the remains in his hand. Sword, "Tan Shuang Sword."
This sword is quite famous in the martial arts world. The sharp ancient sword, which was cast more than 200 years ago, was once owned by Wei Bugui, the former leader of the martial arts alliance, and was later given to his sworn brother Xi Yingfeng.
The disdain on Jiuhe's brow hinted: "As expected, Xi Yingfeng defected to Lijiao."
"Don't worry about so much. The first thing to do is to find the Pavilion Master and the Hongxian Hall Master. If you have a chance to win, there is no guarantee that it will be another shameless trap." Shen Yuqing said in a low voice.
The sect is low-key and mysterious, and its witchcraft and spells that are said to be ghosts are hated and feared by people in the world who claim to be upright. No one can understand the mystery. If they cooperate with the old and cunning Xi Yingfeng, who is full of conspiracy, it is very likely that this will happen. It is a dragnet set against Hongxian and the Pavilion Master.
There was a dull pain in the corner of his forehead, and Shen Yuqing felt as if he was powerless, as if he was a lonely boat swept by a huge wave. The road ahead was uncertain, and he didn't know what dangers awaited him.
"Be careful!" he yelled. When he found the sneaky figure behind the tree in the distance, he was pulled aside by Jiuhe. Three crossbow arrows were deeply buried in the tree trunk behind him. Cold sweat was pouring on his forehead. Shen Yuqing did not dare to be careless anymore. After all, this place was It was a place where Lijiao had set up an ambush. There was no way of knowing how many enemies were hiding in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
The ghost figure bent down on the ground, and his expression became more solemn after listening carefully.
"There are at least a hundred enemies within a two-mile radius."
Everyone looked at each other with a chill in their hearts. These more than a hundred enemies were familiar with the mountain terrain, and the enemy was in the dark while we were in the light. If someone was careless, they would probably be surrounded.
With a murderous look raging between his brows, Shen Yuqing pulled out the scimitar from her waist with a cold face and looked directly at the top of the mountain: "Rush up, there is no way to get to the pavilion master as quickly as possible!"
The trees are gorgeous and fragrant, and the mountains are as green as jade for ten miles. It was originally a scenic scene surrounded by smoke, but it has become a Shura field where countless people bury their dead bones. How many more killings will it take to achieve his hegemony? Can Shen Yuqing have it? When asked about the answer, all he could do was to do his best to open up a path for the king he followed and devote his life to everything he protected.
It was just past noon when the sky suddenly darkened, with flying sand and rocks, birds and beasts wailing, there was no thunder and lightning but heavy rain. Anyone could tell that this was not an ordinary change in the sky, but a change in the sky shrouded in evil magic. Elephant, the fear of the unknown fills the hearts of everyone.
After the long whistle, there were several continuous wind whistles, and sharp crossbow arrows came from all directions, as dense as rain. Several of the less skilled disciples had no time to dodge and were shot. In the blink of an eye, they fell back with livid faces and clenched teeth. Black blood surged from the injured area, clearly indicating that he had been poisoned.
The other party took action.
Does this prove that a war has begun on the top of the mountain, and these people are just here to prevent them from going to support?
If so, he must risk everything to break through the siege and blockade, even if it is bloody, even if his escape route is cut off, he must keep his promise to Hall Master Lu no matter what.
I will continue to guard Poyue Pavilion and its master. As long as Shen Yuqing survives, he will never let the Wei family's reputation be humiliated. The children of Poyue Pavilion will be bullied by others.
That was a promise he must fulfill and follow to the death.
Linghe had already died under the string of pure love. There was no one else in the Lijiao who lacked talents like him who could wield a sword and slash a three-foot cold front. However, hundreds of numb believers pounced on him like crazy demons. First, they fired their crossbows from a long distance. Then there was a close-quarters fight, and for a time, the number of people overwhelmed several elites in Poyue Pavilion, unable to move forward, and they stopped in their tracks.
Man is a terrifying existence. One person can cause trouble, and the combined force can cause disaster. He kills his own kind. Cruelty and cruelty are the best pastimes of the Creator.
"Shen Yuqing! Shen Yuqing..." A faint cry came from afar. The man caught in the massacre was stunned for a moment, unable to believe his ears.
What is she here for? Why not enjoy the comfort in a stable and wealthy village? This is not the place she should be! The burst of anger instantly cut the body in front of her in half. Through the hazy blood, a hundred steps away, Shen Yu Qing saw the arrogant and innocent girl standing in front of him.
"Tie up all these rioters!" Princess Anping screamed. Behind her, a large number of officers and soldiers held sword handles and ropes to subdue the apostates in brown clothes and linen robes, and tied them tightly together.
In a single fight, none of them is the opponent of these Jianghu people, but in the face of a huge mob, these well-trained officers and soldiers can solve the chaotic situation in the shortest time. It can be said that the arrival of Lian Shi liberated Po Yue, who was suppressed by the crowd. The elites of the pavilion at least shortened their fighting time.
"Shen Yuqing, are you not injured?" His eyes were full of anxiety and could not be faked, but the eyes of the man opposite him were cold and unappreciative.
"Go back, Poyue Pavilion doesn't need help from outsiders."
"I don't care what happens to Poyue Pavilion, as long as you are not injured." Lian Shi raised his head stubbornly.
She understood that, just like her feelings, the man just didn't want her to get hurt.
"The Pavilion Master should be at the top of the mountain. I promise to give you a chance to see him. Now, go back."
"I won't leave." He ran to the man covered in blood, held up his red palm, and looked straight at him without fear with his clear eyes, "I'm not here for Wei Moyan, I just want to be with you. Together."
She was obsessed with Xi Shaoyuan's maturity and broadness, admired Cheng Xiao Bai's simplicity and frankness, and missed Wei Moyan's powerful mystery. But in the end, what remained in her heart was the unknown deputy head of Tianshi Hall who was willing to devote his loyalty behind that person's death. That gentle man who liked to pat her head gently and treat her like a child, Shen Yuqing.
She will never let go of the person she likes, and she will never hide her feelings. Xiao Bai said that some people are worth guarding with their lives, and he really did so, and passed away smiling for the one he loved.
Therefore, she will do anything for the person she likes.
"Shen Yuqing, I like you, this princess likes you, and I won't allow you to die!"
Sudden and inappropriate confessions were interspersed between life and death, but no one laughed.
Is it ridiculous to disregard life and death for love?
"Master Shen, let's go to the top of the mountain first..."
"No need, I'll go with you." Shen Yuqing turned around and left cleanly without leaving a word of comfort to the lonely girl.
He couldn't make any promises to that girl because his fate did not belong to him.
Either pity, sympathy, or ridicule, people who were neither familiar nor unfamiliar walked away from her with complex expressions, their crimson cheeks turned pale, and their red eye circles frightened the officers and soldiers behind them, making no sound for a thousand miles.
Top of the mountain, Huanlan Cave.
The wet red clothes rushed out of the blood pool, scattering a piece of orange-red water, and stumbled to the edge of the stone platform, holding the green grass and red fruit tightly in his hand.
It is a life-saving grass and a life-saving grass.
There was a large amount of blood on the stone platform, and it was so red that it was even more intense than pure love.
"Qingluan!" The Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion, who was not afraid of the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth, lost his voice. His dark body tightly wrapped the pale-faced woman, his vitality was almost extinguished, and there was no response to his calls.
Panic, fear, and emotions that had never had anything to do with him suddenly occupied his body, and the poison called loss corroded his cold and iron heart bit by bit, boundlessly.
After stumbling all this way, is this really the end?
The wedding date has not been rescheduled yet, and he always thinks that she will be able to wear the red wedding dress again, and she will look beautiful even if she is naked.
Also, summer in Lanling has arrived, but he hasn't told her yet that someone has planted a flower field for her through the bamboo forest behind the pavilion, and she will soon see a sea of flowers blooming.
In the Central Plains, he met a winemaker who could brew a thousand cups of sweet jade dew without getting drunk. He had already learned the recipe, and he just wanted to have half a day of free time to drink with her.
There are so many things that haven't been done yet.
But she wanted to leave.
——————————The end of "Volume Three? Song of Li Shang Mo"———————— Li Li's blazing snow covers the pagoda, and hundreds of bones cry in the wasteland of Shang.
Mo Mo Huang Quan finally lived up to his expectations, and the songs were heard all night in Gusu.
——————————The beginning of "Volume 4? Accompanying the Lord and Being Alone" ——————————