The battlefield was full of thick dark clouds, Yun Yifeng rode on horseback, looked down from a distance, and watched the endless killing and blood.
The withered grass was scorched black by the flames, and when the horse's hooves stepped over, sparks like fireflies were splashed. And in this piece of falling sparks, Feishuang Jiao jumped up and rushed towards the most intense place of fighting.
Although Yerten was caught in a trap, he knew that he would lose this battle. The Kedeng tribe, who once dominated one side, might be blown away in the dust by the howling wind here today, but they still insisted on refusing to fight. Surrendering, he was like a black wolf driven into a desperate situation. The pain and hatred made more ferocious power burst out in his blood vessels. The soldiers of Daliang were forced to back again and again by him, and the horse under their crotch also tripped over the grass and vines on the ground in a panic, and fell heavily into the sand dune.
Seeing that the long knife with a cold light was approaching, the soldier instinctively covered his head, but heard a "clang" in his ear, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw only a scarlet cloak.
Yerten was covered in blood, and he described himself as being in a panic, but he still held the knife handle tightly, gritted his teeth and looked at the person in front of him: "Do you think you have won?"
He really has too much unwillingness, the ambition that has flourished in his chest for many years, just showed a little sprout, and was completely smothered before it even had time to take root in the mud. I should have been more vigilant, more vigilant, all of this might not have happened. He thought that the blood ganoderma had captured Ji Yanran's only weakness, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a poison that the other party used to paralyze him.
"So you really don't have a heart." Yerten spat out blood froth fiercely, "The so-called blood ganoderma that you are willing to sacrifice your life for is just a casual talk."
Ji Yanran pointed his sword at him, and said coldly: "I will pry your mouth open."
Hearing these words, Yerten had a weird smile on his face for no reason.
"Then try it." After speaking, he raised the knife high and killed him again.
Standing on a high place, Yun Yifeng can clearly see all the battle situation. Although Yerten was a first-class warrior, he couldn't hold back the tide-like soldiers. After dozens of rounds of fighting, he was already scarred and he was no longer Ji Yanran's opponent. Shackles and chains.
The big leader was captured, and the Kedeng tribe's army became dispirited and scattered. Some people began to drop their swords and raise their hands to surrender. Seeing that this fierce battle was coming to an end, there were new exclamations from the other side of the battlefield.
It was the woman in white, or the fake "sage in white". She rode a weird and violent red horse, reckless like thunder, and she didn't know what hidden weapon she was wearing. It was a scream.
Ji Yanran bent his bow to the full moon, and the three steel-tipped white-feathered sharp arrows were wrapped in the wind, flying like meteors through the gap in the army, and sank straight into the back of the horse.
Sudden pain, the red horse neighed miserably, raised its front hooves high, and shook the person on its back off. The surrounding soldiers rushed forward, holding ropes and trying to tie her up, but the other party was like a fish in water, wrapped in a scale-like cloth, and "hula" raised a dazzling smoke in his hand. The soldiers covered their mouths and noses and retreated. There was a "boom" in my ear, and when I opened my eyes again, the woman in white had disappeared without a trace.
This... Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, the sky was bright and the sun was shining.
Ji Yanran rode over, looked at the moist fresh sand on the ground, and frowned. Although Yun Yifeng was at a high place, his sight was obscured by the thick mist, and he couldn't see clearly what weird tricks the demon was playing. On the other hand, Yerten, who was being held aside, suddenly burst out laughing loudly, like a black crow "quacking", which made people's brains ache, and he didn't know what went wrong.
Cuihua trotted briskly all the way across the battlefield, and stopped beside Feishuangjiao.
Yun Yifeng said: "For the ability to drill into the ground, you can ask someone."
The bandit centipede in Misty Peak back then claimed to be able to fly into the sky and escape from the ground. However, he has always seen the end of the dragon, so he doesn't know where to find it at this time.
"I'm afraid it will take a while here." Ji Yanran said, "I'll send someone to protect you back first."
Yun Yifeng nodded: "Okay."
The battle situation has been decided, and Daliang and the alliance army have won a complete victory, so he is relieved. Riding Cuihua all the way for a stroll, back to General Yancheng's mansion.
During this period of time, Li Jun was already ashen-faced, tearful, and hopelessly collapsed. He slumped on the ground and made up a whole drama with twists and turns—the seventh brother abandoned ten cities in order to save the beauties. Not to mention, I am still planning to push myself to take the blame, otherwise why would I make myself a vanguard officer? It must be for the convenience of taking this defeated cauldron of Lei Ting away when returning to the king's city to return to his command, otherwise, what other reason could there be
"I'm sure I'm going to die again," he thought sadly again.
There was a lot of noise in my ears, and a cool white shadow passed by, carrying the familiar scent of cold flowers.
What is it? It's quite fragrant, like jasmine.
Forget it, people who are about to die are not blessed to smell the fragrance and enjoy the flowers.
Let's cry a little longer.
Yun Yifeng sat on the chair and ordered while drinking tea: "Go and help King Pingle up."
"After three or four times of support, I have been paralyzed, as if I was frightened." Ling Xing'er asked, "So did we win?"
"Naturally." Yun Yifeng raised his eyebrows, "The Geteng tribe was completely defeated, and Yerten was captured alive. As far as Daliang was concerned, it was a big nail that had been pulled out. Now the Northwest can finally be completely stable."
The stability of the Northwest is naturally a good thing, but what about the blood ganoderma? Ling Xing'er hesitated for a while, but still didn't ask, she only hoped in her heart that since Yerten had been captured alive, she might be able to find something.
Yun Yifeng drank three or four cups of hot tea before he felt better. Riding back and forth for no reason, he was really dizzy, so he lay on the table with his arms under his head and fell asleep, but in the end he was half hugged and half supported by Ling Xing'er, and he insisted on carrying him onto the bed.
No way, meeting such an uneasy sect master, no matter how delicate and beautiful she is, can be tempered into a diligent and careful auntie.
Yun Yifeng slept peacefully, or rather, fainted very peacefully. His whole body fluctuated, first a burst of white, then a burst of red, and finally a dark night sky with twinkling stars. I don't know how long he had been lying down. He was shaken awake again before the bedding was warmed up.
He frowned dissatisfied: "What time is it?"
"The time when the sun is drying his butt." Ling Xing'er helped him up, "You have been in a coma for a day and a night, if you continue to sleep, you will be hungry... you will die." She changed the term "starved to death" in time, which is more auspicious some.
Yun Yifeng squinted his eyes, looked at the sun outside the window in a daze, and thought, this is just one day and one night
After a long time, he asked again: "Where is the prince?"
"I'm back." Ling Xing'er twisted the warm handkerchief and handed him to wipe his face, "I heard that when the two sides were fighting, Vice General Lin led an army to block the old nest of the Ge Teng tribe, and arrested Yang Boqing and Zhou Jiuxiao again. Come back. As for Yerten, he is being interrogated in the backyard at this time. It has been interrogated for several hours, and it seems that he hasn't spit out anything yet."
So except for the fake holy lady, no one else could escape? That's good news. Yun Yifeng felt refreshed, and immediately pushed away the heavy quilt and got out of bed: "I'll go see the prince."
Ling Xing'er blocked him, and said coquettishly: "No, let's eat first!"
Yun Yifeng was very sad in his heart, how did this girl take care of her, how did she become more and more like her senior brother, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, nagging, lenient, and yelling at herself.
Ling Xing'er was very stubborn, staring at him after eating two buns and a bowl of porridge before accompanying him to the backyard.
Lin Ying was guarding the courtyard, and when she saw the two of them, she hurried forward and said, "Master Yunmen."
"I'm free, so I'll take a look." Yun Yifeng asked, "How's it going?"
Before Lin Ying had time to answer, she heard Yelten speak in the room first.
"I don't know where the blood ganoderma is, and I've never seen it before."
"But I didn't lie to you. If the prince is willing to cooperate well, he can get it and detoxify the master of Yunmen."
"Do you still remember the man in snow on the battlefield? She knows the whereabouts of the blood ganoderma. She is the only one who knows, but she has already escaped and completely disappeared under your nose."
"Your Highness Xiao Wang, you missed two chances to get the blood ganoderma."
"Since we have chosen ten cities in the northwest, we must sacrifice the lives of our loved ones."
"He's going to die soon."
"You killed him yourself."
There was a dull blunt sound from inside the house.
Yun Yifeng hurriedly opened the door, and saw Yerten curled up in the corner with blood on his head, beside a broken chair.
Ji Yanran was standing by the table, seeing him coming in, most of the dark clouds in his eyes dissipated: "Why are you here?"
"Come and see you." Yun Yifeng took his hand, "This room is too stuffy, let's go out first."
Yerten struggled to sit up, opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but Ling Xing'er stuffed him with a stinky rag.
Yun Yifeng pulled Ji Yanran all the way back to their residence, took out chrysanthemum honey, and brewed a pot of fragrant tea with a clear fire.
"Listen to Yerten's nonsense over there." Yun Yifeng pressed the man on the chair, and carefully kneaded his shoulders, "I just brought a piece of broken and runny rot, which looked like Ganoderma lucidum, so I insisted it was Blood Ganoderma lucidum. Afterwards, there was no truth in his mouth. He said that he knew it, and that the false saint who escaped knew it. If Yang Boqing and Zhou Jiuxiao escaped this time and escaped together, should he say this again? The two of you know? Back and forth, it’s just to annoy the prince, so as to satisfy his useless spirit of a defeated general, so why take it to heart.”
Ji Yanran sighed, held his hand and said nothing.
"Let's talk about it." Yun Yifeng continued, "We haven't lost anything in this western expedition."
In other words, far from losing money, it can be called a big profit. The Night Wolf Witch Clan, the Red Crow Cult, and the Geteng Clan, all the hidden dangers and threats in the beams were repelled, and they also signed a peace covenant with the leaders of the other twelve tribes, only to jointly develop trade routes and prevent sandstorms in the future. This land is moving towards a thriving future. The news is flying around with the breeze. The people of Yancheng and the herdsmen who are scattered like pearls on the desert, Gobi and grassland can't wait, and start singing and dancing to celebrate.
Everything is going well.
Apart from…
Ji Yanran frowned slightly, but her eyes were covered by a pair of cool and soft hands.
"Now that the northwest has been decided, my lord will accompany me to Jiangnan."