Chapter 152: Qingxia's Death [End Chapter One of the Prairie]
After saying the last words in her life, Princess Yicheng didn't have time to fall to the ground before turning into black powder and flying away. Then, the black tassel gun was sucked into the head of the gun like a vacuum cleaner. Not a particle was left.
.Only the unwillingness and regret in her eyes were left, floating in the darkness in the form of atmosphere and breath, and soon disappeared.
After that, the black tassel gun did not disappear as imagined by the dancing horse. Instead, it shook in mid-air and made a sound almost like a human burp.
The gun head turned around and faced the dancing horse.
Yuwen Jianxue was still immersed in the shock and confusion of Princess Yicheng being killed easily. She looked at Wu Ma, "Did you do this?" and blamed him for not using it earlier if he had such ability. She was tired.
I was so worried and scared these days that I almost lost my life.
"It's not me," Wu Ma hugged her behind him, scanning every corner of the tunnel, and the vigilance in his heart reached its peak, "It's really not."
At this time, the wall that had just fallen rose again, and the sound of bright and light footsteps came from deeper in the tunnel.
Yuwen Jianxue bent down and looked through the gap between the wall and the ground, trying to see clearly the appearance of the person coming.
At first, she could only see two beautiful, white and slender legs in a patch of green and yellow dust.
When the dust cleared, I saw a pair of feet as delicate as white porcelain rising and falling, like a pair of shining butterflies in the dark.
When Qingxia walked out of the dark shadows of the tunnel and looked at him with a smile, Wu Ma suddenly wanted to understand what happened - all of this was Qingxia's conspiracy.
When did such planning begin? It was definitely not a matter of a day or two. Wu Ma guessed that she probably had a preliminary plan when she left Jinyang, and even came up with the idea when she was in Jinyang City.
The dancing horse, from the moment she left the secret room, was destined to become an important piece in her entire chess game.
During these seven days, Qingxia indeed set up a trap in a valley outside the Khan's Court. She worked extremely hard and spent many years of her savings to buy the Altai Demonic Wolf, Irkul, with black thorns all over its body from the grassland shaman.
The poisonous purple vines of Tsik, and the fire-breathing flaming lizards of Shagonar. The traps are extremely dangerous, and even the most powerful shaman on the grassland will not be able to escape misfortune if he is not careful.
But in fact, the trap was just to confuse Princess Yicheng. From the beginning, it was destined to not play any role.
Thinking back now, Princess Yicheng probably knew about Wu Ma and Qingxia's plan very early. She probably placed some kind of spiritual object in Qingxia or Wu Ma's tent that can be spied on at any time - most likely in Wu Ma's tent.
In the horse's tent, she had been there after all.
And Qingxia knew this very well. She had probably known for a long time that Princess Yicheng secretly spied on the plans of the two people, and planned to take advantage of the opportunity of leaving the Khan's court with the dancing horse to turn against the guests and catch them all.
It is even very possible that Qingxia deliberately guided Princess Yicheng to find the dancing horse, inducing her to place spiritual objects to spy secretly, to know and be wary of the deadly traps in the valley outside the Khan Court. When Princess Yicheng saw the trap for the first time, she must have
He was also surprised, stroking his chest and feeling proud of his own wit.
But Qingxia's real killer move is not there.
From the beginning, Qingxia dug a burial pit for Princess Yicheng in the tunnel in front of her.
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The light was still green and yellow. The black cherry gun pointed at the dancing horse for a while, then pointed at the wall, gathering a dangerous aura, and fell into silence.
Wu Ma looked along where the gun pointed, and Tian Deping's two eyeballs were embedded in the hollows in the wall, as if they had been there since birth.
The totems painted all around are actually a lifelike furbolg. With these eyes, the furbolg seems to be born from death and come to life.
It seems that Tian Deping came back from the dead and tightly integrated his life with this Tengtu wall in a magical and bizarre way.
He blinked at the dancing horse, blinking, as if to say: Man, this is very interesting.
Wu Ma thought of another possibility - the tunnel in front of him might really lead to the ancient tomb where Tian Deping received the furbolg inheritance. Otherwise, how could his eyes fit so well with this wall and this totem.
Perhaps Tian Deping had anticipated his own death in the secret room of Jinyang City. He wrote the information about the ancient tomb on a piece of paper, or on the underwear of Qingxia's purple dress. His handwriting was densely packed,
It looks like the natural texture of the clothes with the fragrance of ink.
Or, he uses some other weird way to convey the message, such as tattoos? Totems? Spells? etc.
All in all, he handed over the ancient tomb to Qingxia.
And Qingxia, after waking up from the journey of soul drifting in the void, quickly remembered everything that happened when she fell into the state of the living dead. She gritted her teeth for what Princess Yicheng and Wu Ma did, and was heartbroken for Tian Deping's sacrifice.
Absolutely.
Then, she began to formulate a well-arranged, layer-by-layer, interlocking revenge plan.
In the chaotic darkness, real and vivid pictures flashed through Wu Ma's mind - in a house in the southern suburbs of Jinyang City, a small house with empty walls, dim candlelight, a low table with peeling paint, and a slowly green cloud.
I rolled up the crumpled paper, tears fell on the crooked handwriting, and the ink blurred.
In the dark night, in the tomb where will-o'-the-wisps were floating, Qingxia followed the writings to the ancient tomb passage, stood in front of the wall covered with totems, and looked at the furbolg's dug-out eyes with tears streaming down her face.
In the quiet night of the Khan Court, she tiptoed into the tent of the envoy who was about to leave for Jinyang, prepared exactly the same envelope and paper, replaced the peace letter from Shibi to Li Yuan, and coaxed the dancing horse to the grassland.
By chance, she triggered the divine decree of Journey to the West, but she resisted the desire to explore. Every night she looked at the phantom wrapped in the moonlight treasure box, wondering what kind of stories were gestating in this divine decree world, and what she might face.
situation, and what dangers are encountered.
At the same time, she also has to think about how to persuade Dancing Horse to agree to join forces with her.
If Wu Ma disagreed, she made up her mind to bring Wu Ma into the world of God's will no matter what. She would not let go of him, persuade him, seduce him, and was even ready to sacrifice her life for revenge.
In those days, the phantom of the divine will of the moonlight treasure box with yellow rays shrouded her head every night, and she drank glass after glass of milky white kumiss, taking advantage of the slight drunkenness and the faint fragrance of milk, thinking about the weaving.
What kind of touching story can touch the stone heart of Dancing Horse?
In the end, she decided to tell everything about her past. Only the truest story and the most natural expression could touch his heartstrings buried in the deep valley.
Undoubtedly, she used her breathtaking eyes and jade feet as white as snow to seduce Sunong Dalai and stir up his mind. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why he would be so obsessed. So Sunong Dalai mustered up the courage.
She proposed marriage, and she took this opportunity to enter into a marriage contract with Wu Ma under the witness of Shibi Khan, and completely tied Wu Ma to the warship heading for the abyss.
Princess Yicheng had to speed up her pace to deal with the two thorns at the same time. So she sneaked into the dancing horse's tent. After leaving, she began to peek at the dancing horse without stopping. Her pace was too fast and she didn't have time.
After carefully considering the strangeness of the whole thing, he finally stepped into the trap where the black-tasseled gun was hidden and turned into powder.
Qingxia even put Yuwen Jianxue into her calculations. She winked at the dancing horse, sang and danced at the Solchuk festival, competed for Duoqier, and teased the dancing horse in various games.
Inspire Yuwen Jianxue's competitive spirit to free Dancing Horse from the curse, and lure her to take the initiative to find a complete solution.
Qingxia, on the other hand, put on a night-walking suit that was indistinguishable between male and female, holding an invisible sieve, hiding in a corner where Yuwen Jianxue could not see, and shaking out tiny clues bit by bit, leading her to find Tian Deping's ancient story step by step.
tomb.
Later, things went as they should. Yuwen Jianxue interrupted Qingxia and Wu Ma's "elaborate plan". Princess Yicheng was also willing to stay away from the trap and end Wu Ma's life in a more remote, cleaner and safer place.
Of course, during this process, Princess Yicheng also became curious about the ancient tomb and gave up the idea of taking action halfway.
Everything is natural and extremely reasonable, as if there has never been a big white hand hiding behind the night and carefully controlling it.
As for how the killing moves in the ancient tomb are arranged, how they can be so powerful, and what the source of their power is, that is a secret that only Qingxia and Tian Deping know.
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The tunnel did not become warmer because of the death of Princess Yicheng. It was as if her soul was still wandering here, widening her eyes to see what would happen next. What would happen to the murderer who killed her in the end?
the result of.
The cold wind blew by, causing goose bumps on the horse's back.
Wu Ma doesn't believe that Qingxia is planning so painstakingly just to deal with Princess Yicheng alone. She can see that the real decisive battle may be coming now.
The black-tasseled gun floating in the darkness like a god of death had just killed a high-level awakened disciple who could instantly imprison a dancing horse, and it did so effortlessly.
Wu Ma believes that if he turns the gun head towards himself, then there is a high probability that he can choose the style of the coffin board in advance.
Dancing Horse grinded his teeth and once again tried to knock out the powder that catalyzed the "Bloody Mary" from between his teeth. The sizzling sound made by the friction of his teeth was infinitely amplified by the tension of the decisive battle, almost making him deaf.
But the medicinal powder seems to be stuck in the corner between the teeth and refuses to fall off. Damn it.
Qingxia raised her hand and snapped her fingers into Tian Deping's eyes.
The eyes must have understood what Qingxia meant. They looked at Qingxia and winked at her, as if they were confirming the instructions just now. After receiving Qingxia's affirmative reply, the eyes showed a sad emotion, and then shot out two eyes from the pupils.
A dark light shot into the black tassel gun.
The body of the black tassel gun shook, and its outline began to blur, hovering on the edge of virtuality and reality, and soon turned into a black wind, swinging through the entire tunnel.
The dancing horse had nowhere to hide, and at the same time he did not notice the malice contained in the black wind. In short, the wind swept him away.
At this moment, Wu Ma's body and soul trembled at the same time, and he felt a wonderful state that he would never have the chance to experience in this life - as if two eyes the size of the moon were staring at the distant and endless sky.
He, for a long time, a gust of cool wind blew straight through his soul, turning into an invisible hand, grabbing a cold and ugly bug from the deepest part of his soul??. The bug has countless small legs, holding it tightly
The incorporeal body of his soul and even the many tiny feet have been integrated with the soul and become an inseparable part.
That hand didn't care so much and picked up the bug in one go, brutally and violently.
The dancing horse shook violently, and a severe pain like gnawing at thousands of ants came, which lasted for about half a stick of incense. After the severe pain, his body felt extremely comfortable, as if he had just walked from a hot and humid sauna to a refreshing bath.
The fragrance of grass and trees is everywhere in the green bamboo forest.
At the same time, he was extremely sure that the sharp blade hanging above his head had disappeared.
Forever, gone.
He looked at Qingxia, and then he realized that her eyes were very red, as if she had just experienced a hearty cry, and as if she was about to undergo a hearty and painful cry.
She looked at Wu Ma with her red eyes. Wu Ma was at a loss for a moment, and even thought at a certain moment whether she should be blamed for everything she had done to Qingxia for so long, cruel, indifferent and ignorant.
If you did something that was too much, I would like to make a solemn apology.
However, before he could speak, Qingxia took a long breath, and her figure turned into a ball of ghostly fire, drawing a strange arc in mid-air, and appeared behind him.
A chilling murderous aura pierced his spine. Wu Ma woke up in an instant and realized that Qingxia's move to lift the curse was just to make him relax his vigilance.
Qingxia's killing move was so fast that Wu Ma had no time to prepare a matching move as a counterattack, so she had to condense all the energy in her body into the palm of her hand in a hurry and swung it towards the ghost fire.
The ghost fire could have penetrated the dancing horse's chest and penetrated into his heart. It could have done so, but it stopped the moment it approached his body.
After that, it emitted a green-yellow light, and soon the small flame swelled and transformed into a slim and cunning girl again.
Wu Ma slapped Qingxia on the chest. This time, without the constraints of the curse, he slapped her heartily and without reservation.
The force of the palm shook the sternum to pieces, and the energy was poured directly into the heart, until it was beaten into a puddle of flesh.
He's dead this time, he thought.
As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he saw a proud smile on Qingxia's lips.
Out of instinct, he thought that he had been fooled and there must be a more terrifying killing move waiting for him.
But soon, Qingxia collapsed to the ground, her face pale as if all the blood had been drained from her body.
Wu Ma felt that his heart had received a violent blow, the blood in his atrium rushed out in an instant, and his heart shrank into a ball the size of an eyeball.
Wu Ma's consciousness also burst out of his mind with this earth-shattering blow, floating in another world where he didn't need to think.
It wasn't until Yuwen Jianxue grabbed his arm and shook him, shouting the name of the dancing horse seven times, that his consciousness returned to his head and he could see the world in front of him clearly.
The moment he regained consciousness, Wu Ma suddenly understood that what happened in the blink of an eye seemed to be Qingxia's careful design - she deliberately lifted the curse, deliberately shot a cold arrow, deliberately exposed flaws, deliberately let him in her
A fatal slap on the chest.
He quickly knelt on the ground and helped her up. At this moment, her body was as soft as quicksand, and not a single muscle had any strength left.
Wu Ma put his palm on her chest and injected enough energy to protect her heart. However, he found that the other person's chest had become a mess and was a bit mushy.
He increased his strength and injected more energy into his chest so that the other party could live for a few more moments. He didn't know if he should do this, but since Qingxia insisted on dying, he should do everything possible to let the other party survive.
The steady stream of energy worked hard to keep the blood flowing, and Qingxia's face returned to a little rosy, but Wu Ma felt that this was more like a return to the light.
"Tell me," he pinched her chin and let her distracted eyes drift towards him, "why is this? What do you want to do? What are you planning?"
Qingxia looked at the wall and opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Wu Ma was a little confused, but Yuwen Jianxue understood. She walked to the wall, dug out Tian Deping's eyeballs from the hollows, and put them into Qingxia's hand. Qingxia nodded in approval.
"Bury... bury me here with it,"
Qingxia held her eyes with both hands, looked at him with a confused smile, and said with anger, "Don't, don't enter the ancient tomb."
After saying this, Qingxia closed her eyes forever.
From now on, no one will threaten the dancing horse with a swinging knife in mid-air, and there will never be another girl named Qingxia who likes to walk barefoot.
She gave up on killing the last enemy, leaving Wu Ma with a fog that she could never see clearly.
In the arms of the dancing horse, her body became colder and colder, while the fog became thicker and thicker, covering the sky and the sun, wrapping the dancing horse in it, blurring her eyes and consciousness.
Wu Ma killed his deadly opponent with his own hands, relieving the crisis that had been like maggots attached to his bones since time travel, but he felt extremely empty.
"What should we do next?"
Yuwen Jianxue's voice was like a rope thrown into the fog, falling on his shoulders, imploring him to hold on to the end of the rope.