The total attack has begun!
On the left and right sides, the You Army had already besieged Huangfuxiong's elite cavalry regiments. They pulled up the giant iron wire nets that traverse the north and south, and set them on the cloud beasts equipped with sophisticated armors-these are steaming gold!
Huang Fuxiong realized that something was wrong, and finally tried to break through.
But where is there still time
The retreat was completely blocked, and the infantry formation in Youzhou was full of motives. It was aimed at the cavalry. The Yunjian beasts in Dongzhou were netted into the iron net one by one. They fell to the ground and struggled. Many cavalrymen also The net can't move, the rest may die or fall, and fall down quickly like cutting wheat.
The two long lines of Youzhou soldiers, like two black waves on the sea, hurriedly encircled the middle, rolling down the last struggle.
Sang let out a long breath, finally letting go of the heart that had been hanging high for a long time.
Just wait for the harvest!
Her mind wandered around.
Suddenly he turned his ears and concentrated attention—in the mountains and forests behind him, there was a very unusual sound.
The mountains and green trees swayed, and she heard a group of people walking in the jungle.
Suona played mournful music in a low voice, and a young woman whimpered—
"Concubine, Qu Ya'er, today in this barren mountain, for those who admire in his heart, set up a tomb of the crown. When Lang Jun arrived on Huangquan Road today, he still hopes to hear the voice of his concubine. Go on the road alone. When your concubine arranges your parents and young brothers, and when the exact news of your death is confirmed, you will pass away from another world, be a companion of your prince, be a slave, and accompany your companion."
Sang Yuanyuan heard it strangely, and said in his heart, since she has not received the news, how can she know that her beloved person is going to set foot on Huangquan Road today? I don’t know if the person is dead or not, so I hurriedly started making a grave for him, and even made a burial mound? Is she so sure that she can't collect the body for him
It is really weird everywhere.
There must be demon abnormalities. You Wuming was not by his side at the moment, Sang Yuanyuan decided to take the initiative to figure out what was going on, and take precautions if there was a real problem.
She threw a big face flower, weaved fine Lingyun silk, and dived towards the place where the group of people dug a grave and erected a monument.
Ling Yunsi quickly found the source of the sound.
I saw a woman wearing white linen with a beautiful face. She was indeed very sad looking at her appearance.
Those who dig graves and play music are mature men, numb, looking like they are taking money to do business.
Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, manipulating Lingyun Silk, crawling to the tombstone that was placed aside and was about to stand in front of the grave.
The tombstone is covered with white muslin. I don't know whether it is a custom or I don't want people to see the words on the tablet.
Ling Yunsi quietly crawled into the white fine cloth, and Sang looked at the inscription from a distance.
Seeing things through the spirit cloud, as if through a thick layer of water and light, can't see clearly, Sang struggled to recognize the words dangling on the tombstone from a distance—
The typeface of the birth and death year is too small to be seen clearly, only the name of the owner of the tomb can be identified.
I saw in the middle, on the left side, it was engraved vertically: Jizhou Qu's female Qu Ya'er.
Qu Ya'er. The white-clothed woman just now seems to be calling herself Qu Ya'er.
Sang looked far to the right.
Her pupils shrank instantly.
I saw that the words vertically engraved on the right were unexpectedly-Youzhou Wang You Wuming.
Sang took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and looked at it again.
Word by word, clearly.
The King of Youzhou, you have no life.
You Wuming
This white-clothed woman made a burial mound for You Wuming—a double burial mound where she was buried with his clothes after her death.
Sang Yuanyuan didn't know what to be shocked about for a while.
She had never seen or heard of the name Qu Ya'er once.
Why does this woman think You Wuming is dying today
Sang Yuan's heart couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and his back spine was chilly. She retracted her mind and turned her head to look at the battlefield.
The harvest of the Youzhou Army was nearing completion, and You Wuming handed over the battlefield to his subordinates. Too far apart, people are like little ants. He has closed his hands and no longer bursts out the green light that symbolizes. Sang Yuanyuan looked for it for a while, but he didn't find him.
The Youzhou Army's actions were orderly, and the atmosphere was lively and joyous. Obviously, their lord had nothing to do.
very good.
Sang Yuan was calm for a while, but after all he was still uneasy.
She hesitated for a moment, marking the trees along the way, looking for the strange tomb procession.
Soon, they were spotted halfway up the mountain.
Sang hid carefully in the woods and looked out.
With the addition of the woman named Qu Ya'er, there were 13 people in this line, and the four people who played suona had stopped, sitting on the grass beside them, resting, and taking out the steamed buns in their arms to eat.
The other eight men were digging the grave, and there was an unclosed coffin beside it. The coffin was hollow. The woman held a piece of cloth in her hand and was reluctant to put it in the coffin.
Could it be that the clothes of secluded lifelessness
Sang squinted her eyes far away, held her breath to look at these people, and looked at them one by one. It seemed that there was no problem-she observed many details, such as the person who blows the suona and the person who digs the grave, where are the cocoons in the hands, and shoes. The wear and tear of the clothes and clothing may be abnormal, and there are no traces of spiritual contaminated skin behind the ears.
After looking around, she concluded that these are ordinary people.
It's so common that the scalp is tingling.
Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, quietly threw out the big face flower, protruding the Lingyun ribbon, and quickly crawled from the ground to the field. The thirteen threads of the Lingyun ribbon sneaked under the feet of the thirteen people.
She closed her eyes, a sudden attack!
Lingyunsi suddenly caught the thirteen people’s ankles, and slammed them back, pulling them off the ground, curling and wrapping around the tall trees on the side, brushing their heads down, hanging upside down. On the tree.
Without waiting for these people to react, Sang waved his hand far away, and a huge piranha appeared directly below the crowd, and it opened its huge mouth with a gesture of swallowing them.
"Mountain ghost! It's a mountain ghost—"
After a brief silence, a group of people began to cry and howl.
Sang hid far away among the bushes, and they screamed in horror for a while.
After observing for a long time, she has already determined that these people are not practitioners, because the subtlest instinctive reactions in the body can't deceive people. They are really panic and fear, like headless flies.
Sang Yuanyuan slowly and carefully manipulated Lingyun Silk, helping them to'quietly' climb the branches one by one, walk around behind the tree, and slide into the grass under the tree.
Everyone who landed tried their best not to make a sound. Before the piranha did not find them, they staggered and ran out of the mountain with both hands and feet.
Soon it ran away like a rabbit.
Sang Yuanyuan continued to observe for a while, seeing Qu Ya'er shouted to the point of exhaustion and about to faint, so he collected the piranha and put Qu Ya'er down.
I saw the woman with red and swollen eyes, and she fell limply under the tree, still holding the piece of cloth tightly in her hand, shaking her into a quail.
"Why don't you run?" Sang Yuan walked out from behind the tree and stood ten feet away from Qu Ya'er.
Qu Ya'er trembled and looked at her.
Look from head to toe. His gaze flicked across Sang Yuanyuan's neat and clean clothes, and finally fell on her face that was not as beautiful as a mortal face.
Qu Ya'er's eyes gradually brightened.
"You... are you a mountain ghost... or a mountain god?" Qu Ya'er asked cautiously.
"What's the difference?" Sang took a step forward.
"If it is a ghost, please wait a while before eating me and let me make a grave for him. If it is a god, please show your power and save the person I admire!" Qu Ya'er caught the helper like a drowning man. Like a straw, he fell on the ground and banged his head.
Sang Yuanyuan didn't know how he felt at this moment. You Wuming must have never imagined that there is still such a woman in this world who can overcome the fear in her heart for him, not even afraid of ghosts and gods.
She moved her fingers, and used Lingyunsi to tear apart the white fine cloth wrapped around the tombstone.
"You Wuming. He is so good, why do you want to save?" Sang Yuan asked.
Qu Ya'er: "Are you... a god?!"
She walked a few steps on her knees, came to Sang Yuan, and knocked her head several times without hesitation.
"Please show your power and save the life of King Youzhou in the capital! I am willing to give him a safe, and I wish to be a beast and horse for you forever!"
Sang Yuanyuan asked, "Who told you he was in the capital?"
Qu Ya'er raised her head, her lips trembled, her eyes horrified: "I saw it, and I also saw that he was beheaded and beheaded by a man in a purple shirt..."
Sang Yuan's heart hung suddenly, his scalp exploded, his hands and feet were cold, he forgot to breathe.
If you follow the plot of the original book, isn't You Wuming just rushing into the burning sky at this time, and falling into Huangfujun's hands
There was only a buzzing in my head, and my mind was confused for a while, and I couldn't get a clue.
After a while, she said calmly: "When, where and how did you see it?"
Qu Ya'er said anxiously, "Can the god save King Youzhou first? It's too late if it's too late!"
Sang Yuan raised his face: "I will never let him have an accident. What is the connection between you and King Youzhou, and where did you learn about the Heavenly Capital?"
Qu Ya'er seemed to regard Sang Yuanyuan as a life-saving straw.
Her face was twisted with excitement, and she hurriedly said: "Three years ago, I went out on a trip and got lost accidentally. I met a gangster and wanted to go wrong. Fortunately, I met the king of Youzhou who led the army to cross the border, which happened to rescue me. I knew then that he was not as bad as outsiders said, he was a good man, a great hero!"
A handsome man like a god who saved her life in the most critical moment was enough to make the girl crazy about him.
Sang Yuan's gaze fell on the half of cloth that Qu Ya'er was holding in his arms.
She could imagine that Qu Ya'er was insulted by the gangster at the time, and it must have been disheveled. Generally speaking, the hero who saved her would give her a piece of clothing to cover her body.
But would someone like You Wuming take off his clothes for a strange woman on the side of the road
Qu Ya'er saw Sang staring at the clothes in her hand from a distance, and said: "This is King Youzhou tore from the guards beside him, and he borrowed the clothes I used to cover my body..."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
So this is the meaning of taking Agu's clothes and making You Wuming a burial mound
Although Sang Yuan knew that this dress was the only thing that Qu Ya'er could find related to You Wuming, it was not necessarily too embarrassing.
Sang took a long breath and said, "You don't need to talk about the previous situation, just talk about how you knew that he would have an accident in the sky."
Qu Ya'er didn't dare to hide: "Don't hide from the mountain gods, a few days ago, the Lord of the Temple of Heaven passed by our Qujiazhuang, and dropped a box of gold and silver treasures, which were secretly divided by the villagers. Our family didn't take it, but I accidentally picked up a broken mirror that was thrown away by them. I don’t know if Master Shengzi will come back to find it, so I wanted to take it home and store it. Who knows, that broken mirror is actually a fetish. When I encounter it, from time to time I can see some things that haven't happened yet, and those things will really happen soon!"
Sang Yuan's heart beat hard.
The Son of Heaven, the Mirror of Foreknowledge. Intuition told her that she had touched a great clue!
She calmed her breath and asked calmly: "What happened later?"
Qu Yaer's cheeks rose red: "Later, I tried to call King Youzhou in my heart... and saw him. For the first time, I saw him standing on a high platform, commanding thousands of troops. He wanted to attack Tiandu. The second time, I saw him wipe the knife in his hand outside the imperial capital. It looked like a terrible sight. The third time, I saw him die in Tiandu... It was the emperor, let the historian take care of it. The date is recorded in the emperor’s calendar. I heard the date and it is today..."
"I'm just the daughter of an ordinary merchant and can't do anything. I tried everything I could, and I couldn't communicate with anyone who can speak in front of King Youzhou... Besides," Qu Ya'er shook His head smiled bitterly, "A person like King Youzhou, who decides things will never change at all. What I can do is to let him be on Huangquan Road, not to be too lonely... Even if there is a servant girl, it is good. ."
Sang Yuanyuan was in a daze for a moment.
She thought, if everything followed the original trajectory, after You Wuming died, if there was real spirit under the fountain, would he go on the road alone? Or will you kindly wait for this infatuated woman
Thinking like this, I don't know whether it is sour, pain, or sweet.
"He won't be alone." Sang said with a smile, "He has me."
Qu Ya'er looked up at her in surprise.
Sang Yuanyuan said, "You Wuming, he belongs to me. Biluohuangquan, he and I will be together."
Qu Ya'er was stunned.
For a long while, she grinned, crying and smiling: "You and King Youzhou are indeed a natural match! You made a pair! You will save King Youzhou quickly, and I am willing to serve two adults for the rest of my life!"
Sang Yuan said, "That's not necessary. You can give me the broken mirror."
Qu Ya'er said: "The gods are hidden in the house, and I will take you to fetch them. But the King of Youzhou..."
Sang smiled far away: "Wait for him."
Qu Ya'er: "???"
The wind in the mountains and forests brought an aura that Sang was so familiar with.
Short-lived is really amazing. Shuttle in the forest is silent, like a gust of wind. She has to gather her whole mind to catch subtle movements.
At this moment, You Wuming had already found the traces she left and came to a nearby place. Sang could clearly hear the sound of the pad in the short-lived palm stepping on the fallen leaves.
When she turned her head, she happened to see the forest. The energetic king stepped out of the forest with one hand on the rein, his black eyes condescending and locked her.
She curled her lips to laugh, but tears rolled out of her eyes.
She flew at him, frightened You Wuming, and hurriedly jumped off his short-lived back, opened her arms, and took her into her arms.
After arrogantly fighting for so long, he was naturally sweating.
The floral scent has become more intense, it is a very masculine floral scent. She pressed her face to his armor, and heard his powerful heartbeat through the armor.
She hugged him tightly, wishing to break his thin waist.
"Little Sangguo," You Wuming laughed, "What's the matter with you? Isn't it OK to leave for a while? Do you really have to tie you to my belt!"
She squeezed her face out of his arms, wiped her eyes, and said, "Well, I can't get more excited."
She took a step back and said, "There is business."
She motioned him to see Qu Ya'er.
This poor infatuated woman was already dumbfounded, her mouth wide open, her eyes staring at You Wuming without blinking.
Seeing You Wuming looking over, Qu Ya'er suddenly returned to his senses and fell to the ground, yelling, "Youzhou King—" whether it was ecstasy or sadness.
You Wuming: "..."
He lifted his eyes and stared at Sang far away.
"Little Sangguo, which one did this play again."
He said warily.
Sang Yuanyuan sighed and said, "Three years ago, you saved her life. She was willing to be a slave and a maidservant for you. I have refused. I think she should have her own life."
"Well, yes. I don't need any servants." You Wuming said quickly and vigilantly.
Sang Yuanyuan said again: "It's also a coincidence. She picked up a broken mirror lost by the Saint Child of the Temple of Heaven. Through the broken mirror, you can see the future."
"Puff!" You Wuming laughed out loud, "Extremely absurd."
He raised his chin at Qu Ya'er: "Could it be possible to see me dominate the world? Heh, that is a fact that anyone can guess."
Qu Ya'er raised her head, glanced at him, her eyes could not be exhausted-this male god seemed very different from memory and imagination.
Sang rubbed his eyebrows from afar, and snorted at the tombstone beside him: "Hey. You're dead, I've set up a monument for you."
You Wuming looked over lightly.
Then he laughed, making the whole mountain tremble.
With a flash of cyan light, the stone tablet burst open and shattered into powder. You Wuming retracted the black sword into its sheath gracefully, and Chongsang clicked his chin far away: "Hey, you can't die. Let's go!"
He tilted his head and smiled, and muttered to Short Life, "Hey, I will die. Do you believe in Short Life? I know you won't even believe in things that don't even have a brain."
Sang rubbed his forehead far away, feeling a headache.
"You Wuming," she said, "I don't care, I just want the broken mirror of the Saint Child of Heaven."
Talking to a guy like him is still the most true act of acting like a baby.
"Good, good." He stopped laughing, and jumped onto the short-lived back with her in his arms.
"You have to take her." Sang pointed at Qu Ya'er far away, "Lead the way."
You Wuming took the reins and passed by Qu Ya'er for a short time. He grabbed her with a big hand, grabbed the clothes on her back, and carried the whole person in his hands.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Forget it, just don't want to be ridden by strangers short-lived.
He lowered his body and covered her ears and said, "I put Huangfuxiong back."
"How is the harvest?" she asked.
You Wuming said happily: "Almost all the Beasts in the Eight Thousand Clouds were captured alive, with armor! The armor on the human body is also stripped, and the captives are kept, and then let Huang Fuxiong bring the money to redeem it!"
Listening to him talking like this, feeling the warm temperature of his body, Sang Yuanyuan felt that he had completely awakened from the cold forest nightmare.
"Yes!" Sang Yuanyuan smiled and turned his head to look at him, "Why didn't you expect to let people buy their lives?"
You Wuming slowly moved his black eyes: "In the past, it was one person who was full and the whole family was not hungry. How can you be happy. Now that you have a daughter-in-law, can you still be hungry?"
A strong smell of firewood in the world rushed towards her face. She couldn't help but want to turn around and kiss him. Thinking of the evil puppet, she suppressed it, nodded and said: "Yeah."
She tilted her head to look at Qu Ya'er.
Although Qu Ya'er was carried, she ran fast and steadily for a short time without any discomfort. She was a little tranced, and after a while, she would show a wry smile stupidly—at first glance, You Wuming was so cold and cold. The distant male god made her fall in love with him for three years. I thought he was going to embark on a hero's end today, but he didn't expect that he would appear in front of him so alive, and still so... It's hard to say.
Qu Ya'er felt as if she had let go of her worries. A little empty and a little happy.
After coming down the mountain, You Wu ordered Qu Ya'er to show the way, and soon he arrived outside a quiet village.
The bridge of You Wuming's nose moved slightly, causing Duanming to stop.
"There are dead people." He said coldly, throwing aside Qu Ya'er in his hands.
"Trap ambush?" Sang frowned in confusion.
If this is a trap, Na Qu Ya'er is really the grandmaster of acting that crushes the queen of Sang Yuan.
Qu Ya'er looked blank.
You Wuming gave a sneer, shot a knife with his backhand, pressed to his side, pulled the reins, and took Sang far into the village.
I saw the dead at a glance.
Everywhere.
You Wuming slowed down and walked slowly along the main road.
The doors of every house were broken open, and at a glance, I saw that the house was turned upside down, bedding and other things were thrown into the courtyard, the grass pillow was pierced by a sharp blade, and the ground was full of crock fragments—it was obvious that the murderer was looking for it. what.
Searching unscrupulously, I didn't have the patience to check the bottles and cans, and they simply smashed them.
Corpses were lying everywhere.
Many people were in their homes, with their heads beheaded blankly.
Some people fled and died on the road.
The whole village was slaughtered, and no dogs or chickens were left.
You Wuming narrowed his eyes and looked around.
"It must have come to look for the broken mirror!" Sang took a deep breath and looked back for Qu Ya'er.
Behind him, Qu Ya'er was stumbling into a large courtyard. After a while, a heart-piercing cry came out—
"Father! Mother!"
Short-lived leaped gently and landed at the door of the large courtyard.
In the courtyard, the death of a middle-aged man and woman was extremely miserable. At first glance, they knew that they had suffered inhuman torture.
Sang looked at the two broken corpses with twisted limbs from a distance, and a burst of discomfort came to his heart.
Suddenly, she heard a strange gurgling sound not far away.
Following the sound, I saw a well.
"There is someone in the well!"
Without thinking, she threw a big face flower, Lingyun silk like a snake, and quickly climbed down the well.
A wooden bucket hung on the water, swaying from side to side, and a small body sank into the water, looking exhausted.
Sang Yuan controlled the Lingyun Silk, rolled his waist, and fished out the person who had sunk in the well.
He was a boy of about ten years old. He was trembling violently, his lips were blue, his skin was soaked in folds, and the layers were white.
"Little brother!" Qu Ya'er flew over and hugged the pale boy.
The boy coughed a few times and cried wowly: "Sister! Sister! They caught father and mother! Mother handed over the mirror, but they still didn't forgive! Beat father to death! Mother refused to say where you went. , I was also beaten to death by them!"
Although the boy was frightened and stupid, he was able to make things clear anyway.
Qu Ya'er hugged him tightly and shook into a ball.
"Sister Shuang took advantage of the chaos and hid me in the well. I hid under the well for a long, long time. Just now, when I heard my sister's voice, I wanted to call you, but when I lost my strength, I fell into the water..." Crying, looking back.
Following his sight, I saw the corpse of a maid lying down beside the well, with a terrifying sword wound on his neck.
"Sister Shuang!" The boy cried loudly.
Da Lianhua sprayed the hot spray on the two siblings, taking away the cold water vapor from them.
"The assailant, is he from the Saint Child of the Temple of Heaven?" Sang Yuan asked.
The boy pursed his lips and said nothing.
Qu Ya'er quickly pushed him: "Hurry up and speak! This is Sister Shenxian, who will definitely be the master for us!"
The boy cried immediately: "Yes! Those are the people! They came to look for things, saying that we had stolen things from Lord Son! The parents didn't give them to them, and didn't destroy the things! Why did they kill them? People, why!"
You Wuming was very troubled by his crying, and he impatiently comforted him: "Why are you crying? There are too many dead people. Go outside to see that there is no one alive."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." If you can't speak, speak less.
The boy cried louder.
"So the things have been taken away by them?" Sang Yuan asked.
The boy cried and nodded.
Sang looked at Qu Ya'er from a distance: "What day did they leave behind?"
Qu Ya'er resisted the sorrow and remembered for a moment: "It should be the day before yesterday or the day before yesterday."
So two or three days ago, the Saint Child of the Temple of Heaven took things and passed through Jizhou. After finding that something was missing, they did not say anything, but quietly searched along the way-Jizhou had been occupied by You Wuming for the majority, but they had not heard any news.
To this day, I found that the things were lost in Qujiazhuang, and they came to the door, took the things back, and wiped out all the people in Qujiazhuang.
Obviously, it was not for gold or silver, but to retrieve the broken mirror.
"Go out and see if you can find a trace? Maybe you can catch up." Sang looked at You Wuming from a distance.
Suddenly, his black eyes were certain, and a secret smile appeared on the corners of his delicate lips.
"It's coming." The voice was light and fluttering.
A loud voice of soldiers rang behind him, and Sang Yuanyuan looked back in shock and saw a group of soldiers from Tiandu pouring in from the courtyard gate.
The leader of the general was full of flattery, nodded and bowed to a Taoist man with a high crown next to him, and said: "My Lord Saint has a clever calculation, deliberately pretending that he didn't know this kid is hiding in the well, and he really attracted these few fish that slipped through the net! Wise, wise!"
The Taoist Taoist with a high crown, known as the'Sage Son', dressed in a white robe, looked upright and self-sufficient, nodded faintly: "Since you have thrown yourself into the trap, then kill them all."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Excuse me, who the hell is making the trap