The shadow of the assassin camp led by Ling Xiyue was like the night wind drifting on the desolate mountain ridge. It came suddenly and quietly passed away, leaving behind remnants of soldiers all over the valley. There was smoke and fire, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling along with the cold wind It lingers in the night sky and lingers for a long time.
When Xilan's reinforcements arrived, where was the slightest shadow left on Hulu Valley?
That night, Ling Xiyue, with her own strength, wandered among Xilan's 300,000 troops, as if she was in a deserted place.
After shooting the commander Xue Yi and burning thousands of tents, a fire broke out in Hulugu Valley, which burned not only Xilan's 50,000-person vanguard camp, but also Xilan's four lieutenants and 20,000 to 30,000 main troops. Xilan's army, which was originally preparing to attack the city the next day, was in disarray.
This hand stirred up the wind and clouds, and countless news rode the wind and spread throughout the land of Zhongzhou.
Ling Xiyue and Bei Chenyan truly deserve to be a couple. Once, in a battle with the Moon God's army, which was known for its bravery and prowess in battle, Bei Chenyan dared to penetrate into the heart of the Moon God's 100,000-strong army with only 500 cavalry.
In the end, after upsetting the other party, he walked away in style.
Now, what Ling Xiyue has done is really worse than Beichenyan.
After returning from the victory, Ling Xiyue returned to Gubeikou. Under Malong's embellished "informant", she received a unique "reward" from the king, and she "cleaned up" thoroughly, so that she spent the whole next day I couldn't even get out of bed.
She was soaked from head to toe, dripping with sweat, and her whole body seemed to have been run over by a wheel, and she collapsed on the bed covered with cotton mattresses.xdw8
Not to mention that even with my feet touching the ground, I couldn’t even move a finger when I stood up...
I can finally stay alone for a while.
"Come back here!"
"Beichenyan, you beast!"
This voice was still loud and clear, and the sound echoed in the sturdy stone buildings.
On top of the city tower, the few soldiers who stayed behind to patrol had their heads shrunk and trotted over, pretending not to hear anything. Although they didn't know what the queen was scolding the emperor, they listened. It's a sin to go there.
Can't hear, can't hear...
At this time, Bei Chenyan had led Tianlin's 50,000-strong army. Like a rolling flood, like an unsheathed sword, it came out of Gubeikou and approached Xilan's garrison position!
After hearing Ling Xiyue's description, Bei Chenyan once again decisively chose to take the initiative.
The military situation is changing rapidly and opportunities cannot be missed.
Without the courage of a strong man to move forward without breaking his arms, it would be impossible to achieve a proud victory.
As for Bei Chenyan, what he lacks most is bloody courage. This man's sense of smell on the battlefield is like that of a wolf. Although Ling Xiyue's dark night attack was an unexpected surprise, he keenly seized this opportunity.
The coach of Xilan is dead, and only three of the seven lieutenants are left.
After what Ling Xiyue had gone through last night, it was like thieves crossing the border, leaving a mess behind. They didn't even have time to clean up the mess. So when they saw Bei Chenyan descending in front of them like a god of murder, they were completely confused.
The results are self-evident.
The tigers' killing and blood dyed the entire desolate land red, like patches of flowers blooming.
Outside Gubeikou, the news that the resurrected Emperor Tian Linyan swept across Xilan's 300,000 troops with 50,000 troops, followed by the cold wind blowing from Shuobei, spread throughout Zhongzhou in less than a month. Great fortress.
The people, officials, and nobles of Tianlin fell into a carnival.
Their emperor and queen are not dead!
On the boat on the green lake, the young man in white sat cross-legged on the straw mat behind the bill, enjoying the breeze and rain.
Hearing the report from the attendant beside him, he smiled softly, as if he was expecting it, and murmured, "I knew she wouldn't die that easily."
But no one noticed that his frown relaxed.
It was quiet again on the boat, and the light rain outside cast a light layer of smoke on the river.
But the young man in white, who was sitting cross-legged and leisurely sipping tea, seemed to be covered with brilliant light, making it impossible to look away.
After an unknown amount of time, the attendant standing behind the young master in white said nervously, "Sir... Young Master, are you really not ready to go back? Xilan needs you the most now."
Tantai Yunlang, oh no, at this time, he has already done what he always wanted to do, Xiao Yunlang.
The man's hand holding the cup paused for a moment, then as if nothing happened, he brought the steaming tea cup to his lips, took a sip, put it down, and said, "Chengfeng, the reason why I agreed
I keep you by my side because you never talk much."
"My subordinate made a mistake..." The attendant lowered his head.
It's not that he wants to talk too much, it's just that if His Highness doesn't care about Xilan anymore, Xilan will really be finished.
Hasn’t the Queen Mother clearly seen what kind of person Xiling Mo Qian is? Cooperating with him is like seeking the skin of a tiger, and there will be no benefit at all. Xilan has been used as a gun many times, but the Queen Mother is still stubborn.
Chengfeng said no more, but Tantai Yunlang's heart rippled again because of these words.
Just like the wind passing through the forest, the trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, just like the rain falling in the river, the water wants to stop but the rain keeps falling.
Perhaps, when he was in the imperial family, it was destined that he would never be able to truly live for himself.
When he was standing in the temple, playing tricks, and playing tricks, his heart was always concerned with the world. But now that he was outside the world, and when he thought he was free and at ease, his heart was concerned with the temple.
Isn't it funny?
Just a piece of news broke his long-standing persistence and pretense.
In that high position, there was someone close to him. Although she had never looked directly at him, he could not cruelly ignore her and the people who were looking forward to her.
As long as he doesn't really die, he will still be the prince of the Xilan Dynasty.
In troubled times, this responsibility and this concern prevent him from ever being truly free from the world.
Tantai Yunlang's long jade-sleeved hands put down the tea cup, picked up something, and fumbled with his fingertips gently, "For the last time, let me do one last thing for Xilan, no.
For anything, just for my father..."
The thing in the man's hand is a stone talisman the size of a palm, with a brown base. In the center of the front, a unicorn head jumps out on it, like a relief, surrounded by some mysterious words, ancient and simple.
Kirin Jade Talisman!
Who would have known that the Qilin Jade Talisman that the three tribes could not find was actually in the hands of Tantai Yunlang, a foreigner.
Last time when Ling Xiyue and Bei Chenyan broke into the Sky Burial Ground, the Kirin Jade Talisman fell into the hands of Tantai Yunlang by chance. Whether it was in the Ghost Market Hell or the Star Reaching Tower, it was only its
imitations.
The real Qilin Jade Talisman has always been in the hands of Tantai Yunlang.
It is self-evident who made the two imitations that caused competition between the three tribes and the Longxiang Dynasty.