The thunder roared loudly, and with the impact of the river water on his ears when he entered the water, Duan Ling was dragged into the deepest part of the undercurrent. Wu Du protected him with his chest, and slammed into the reef in the middle of the river with his shoulders and back, but he didn't stop at all. With a kick with both feet, he swam to the shore with Duan Ling.
Wu Dushui is excellent, as long as he is not approached by the enemy, he will be pulled away by them. The bottom of the river is full of undercurrents, and in the criss-crossed undercurrents, another flash of lightning fell.
Duan Ling opened his eyes wide, and with the lighting of lightning, he saw five assassins in black, swimming towards them. Wu Du, however, was not afraid at all, he pulled a section of the mountain, bypassed the turbulent water at the bottom, and kept approaching the shore.
With another thunderous shock, Wu Du dragged Duan Ling out of the water, pushed him to the reef on the shore, turned around again, and leaped into the river.
Duan Ling was surrounded by darkness, he dared not speak, and looked at the river nervously. Lightning flashed from time to time, and bright red blood suddenly appeared in the river, and the blood became more and more, dyeing a small piece of the river surface red.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Du came out of the water again, collected the lightsaber, picked up Duan Ling involuntarily, and rushed into the woods.
"Anything else?!" Duan Ling asked.
"I don't know!" Wu Du replied, "I killed all those underwater! Let's go first!"
Duan Ling said, "Put me down!"
"You are barefoot!" Wu Du replied, "Don't talk! So as not to attract assassins!"
Wu Du stopped when he walked, walked through the mountain road, turned his ears from time to time, and recognized the sound of footsteps in the rain.
"It's raining a little..." Wu Du's voice trembled.
The rain really subsided, but there were still bursts of lightning. Duan Ling felt that Wu Du's footsteps had stabilized, and said, "Let me down, I can go by myself."
Wu Du set foot on the stone road, put Duan Ling down, and kept looking around.
"Pay attention to your feet." Wu Du said, "I heard it just now, there are still people, and they use whistle to send messages."
Before he finished speaking, Duan Ling also heard a whistle faintly sounded in the rain and in the dark forest in the distance.
"How many people are there?" Duan Ling asked.
"It's hard to say." Wu Du replied, "But there are definitely more than ten."
Duan Ling asked again, "What place is this?"
"In Yuheng Mountain." Wu Du replied, "Going to a higher place, the flying arrows will be loose. We have to go down the mountain as soon as possible. We are afraid that they will appear in the river and force us to go ashore."
Duan Ling and Wu Du quickened their pace and kept walking towards the lower places. The rain gradually subsided, and then the world became silent, as if it had been completely silent.
Duan Ling looked up, the dark clouds in the sky had not yet dispersed, and there was still no light under the dark night sky. In the silence, there was only the sound of Wu Du's footsteps, stepping on the puddle, making a soft sound.
He couldn't help thinking of that night in Beijing, when everything was silent and the world was silent.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Ling heard the sound of pulling the strings. Wu Du's reaction was faster than his, he hugged him, protected his neck and face, and the two rolled down the stone steps of the mountain road one by one, and rolled down violently.
Bamboo whistles sounded all around, one after another, forming one after another. Dozens of assassins instantly shot out from both sides of the mountain road, and shot at the two with strong crossbows!
Wu Du couldn't get close, so he had to lead Duan Ling down the steps and shouted, "Run ahead of me!"
"There is also in front!" Duan Ling shouted.
In an instant, another assassin rushed out in front. Duan Ling bent his bow and shot an arrow, killing the oncoming assassin with one arrow. The assassin had an iron crossbow in his forehand, and when he was shot in the face, he fell backwards, and the machine crossbow flew out of his hand.
Duan Ling jumped up, grabbed the strong crossbow of the assassin, Wu Du rolled again, rushed from behind, threw Duan Ling, and the two rolled down the hillside. I don't know how many bushes and branches were broken along the way, and Duan Ling's cheeks hurt from scratching. Finally, he stumbled, carrying countless stones and hanging them at the end of the hillside.
The bottom is full of rocky beaches, and once it falls, it will be bloody. Duan Ling and Wu Du held each other's arms, and Wu Du nailed the Lie Light Sword into the cliff, relying on that little strength to support.
At the height of the cliff, the assassins emerged one after another. Duan Ling pulled the trigger and shot the assassin to death on the spot. The assassin screamed and fell from the edge of the cliff with a muffled sound.
Wu Du let out a roar.
"Drink!"
The roar was like thunder, oscillating between the mountains, forming an echo. With this move that exhausted his life's skills, Wu Du threw Duan Ling into an arc, stepped on the rock and jumped with momentum, and the two flew to a clearing behind the bushes.
"Be careful!" Duan Ling shouted.
Wu Du was hit by an arrow on his shoulder, and blood splashed, but he didn't draw the arrow, he just protected Duan Ling and staggered down. There are more and more assassins, nearly a hundred of them, rushing from all directions, chasing after them.
"Where did the assassin come from?"
"Shadow Team!" Wu Du shouted, "It must be a new recruit!"
The two landed in front of a dark temple, and Duan Ling slammed into the iron gate, making a loud noise. Wu Du immediately pushed Duan Ling in front of the iron gate, blocked him with his body, and turned to face out. Countless footsteps sounded, and the assassins were approaching.
Wu Du put on the finger tiger with both hands, pressed the machine bracket on his belt, and the poison powder was ejected. With the backhand, he reluctantly folded the arrow on his shoulder, and blood splattered.
Wu Du said solemnly, "I'll hold them back later, and you can take the opportunity to run down the mountain."
"No." Duan Ling said in a trembling voice, "Wu Du, don't try your best..."
The dark clouds dissipated at this moment, and the clouds opened up countless brilliant starlights, illuminating the world. With this faint starlight, Duan Ling saw hundreds of assassins on the platform in front of them. come.
They kept a distance of nearly twenty paces to prevent Wu Du from releasing the poisonous mist. Once a hundred arrows were fired, the two of them would definitely be shot to death in front of the bronze gate.
Duan Ling looked back suddenly, and through the faint starlight, he saw a simple lock on the gate.
"Wu Du." Duan Ling said solemnly.
Wu Du didn't answer, he pressed Duan Ling with his strong shoulders, and all the assassins stopped.
"Run to the northwest corner." Wu Du bowed slightly, that was the action before the force was exerted, and then all the assassins simultaneously pulled the trigger of the strong crossbow.
At this moment, Duan Ling suddenly pulled out the blazing light sword beside Wu Du's waist, slashed at the lock, slammed open the door, and dragged him into the temple.
"Close the door!" Duan Ling roared.
Wu Du immediately reacted, and carried the door on his shoulders, making a loud noise, and the sound of crossbow | arrows crashing like rain outside, dang dang.
Duan Ling looked around for the east and west doors, but the temple hall was empty, not even a futon. Someone started knocking on the door outside. Wu Du inserted his sword scabbard into the doorknob and shouted: "Run in!"
The two rushed into the depths of the temple along the passage, and there was darkness in front of them. In the darkness, only the breathing of Wu Du and Duan Ling could be seen. When Duan Ling heard a crash, he hurriedly turned sideways and slammed into the wall with Wu Du.
"Wu Du?" Duan Ling called to him.
Duan Ling reached out and touched Wu Du's trembling fingers, followed his arm and touched Wu Du's face, Duan Ling kissed him on the lips.
"There's no way." Wu Du whispered, "Wait here, I'll kill them all."
There was another crash outside the door, and the assassins kept crashing.
"No, wait." Duan Ling said, "There must be a way out. What kind of temple is this? There are back doors in the temple..."
Duan Ling groped around, and suddenly found flint and tinder on a stone platform, and he immediately started making fire. There was another loud noise outside, and the steel scabbard of the Fiery Light Sword had been bent and deformed, but it was still stuck on the doorknob.
When the fire was lit, Duan Ling lit a small candle next to the stone platform. When he saw a long bright jar in the corner, he lit the long bright jar. For a time, the room was filled with light.
This is a mausoleum.
In the mausoleum, lay a white marble sarcophagus carved with a dragon, and in front of the coffin stood a sign carved from ebony.
【Great Chen Wudi】
"It's my father's mausoleum." Duan Ling's voice trembled as he said, "Father..."
Wu Du and Duan Ling stood side by side in front of Li Jianhong's sarcophagus. Duan Ling smiled slightly and said, "Did you call us here?"
He stepped forward, knelt in front of the sarcophagus, put his face on the end of the coffin, and said in a low voice, "I'm back, this time I'm finally back."
There was another loud noise from behind, Wu Du suddenly turned around, and the copper door at the end of the corridor had protruded inward, revealing a gap.
Wu Du gasped, closed his eyes, and said, "I have never believed in God's will in my life, but now I have to."
"Look there." Duan Ling gestured, "My father left it to you."
At the end of the mausoleum, there is a pair of black armor, the battle robe woven from shining iron pieces is like the scale of a real dragon, the unicorn helmet is full of majesty, and the wrist guards and boots are all available.
It was the armor that Li Jianhong wore that year and went to Shangjing to make an appointment!
On the side of the battle helmet, there is also an epee imitated by Zhenshan River. When Zhenshan River was lost, Li Yanqiu cast one and sent it to the mausoleum together with the emperor's armor to be buried for Li Jianhong.
With another loud bang, the gate was finally knocked open, and the assassins rushed into the mausoleum with strong crossbows.
Wu Du, in battle armor, faced the rainstorm-like crossbow | arrows, went upstream, dragged the epee backwards, and slammed into the assassin sideways!
That night, the stars were all over the place, the dark clouds were gone, and a galaxy stretched across the sky.
The boots stepped on the floor tiles outside the mausoleum, and the floor tiles shattered, and thousands of puddles reflected the stars in the sky.
Duan Ling walked out slowly, with corpses lying on the ground in front of him.
On the ten-thousand-zhang high platform, on the side of Yuheng Mountain, the gate of the Emperor's Mausoleum is open, and the stars are like ribbons, intertwined and twinkling, reflecting the surging Yangtze River to the east.
It's New Year's Eve again.
Wu Du took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, making a loud noise.
He dragged his heavy sword wearily and walked towards Duan Ling, who was waiting for him in front of the mausoleum. Wu Du hugged Duan Ling, and the two knelt on the ground at the same time.
Under the imperial armor, the blood is not cold, the heroic soul has never forgotten that year, the promise that is separated by the door.
The unicorn helmet lay quietly in the puddle, surrounded by a mirror-like accumulation of rain, reflecting the Milky Way in the sky.
On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Tiansun brocade, the silver bottle overturned, and thousands of flickering jade dew spilled on the world.
From heaven to earth, and from earth to heaven.
Duan Ling looked up at the sky, the bright stars reflected in his pupils.
On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, a dream in the world, separated by the west wind, counts in the sky, the years are fleeting,
On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the Milky Way is the eternal sound of autumn.
- Volume Four Feather at the End of the Drunk Moon -
The heaven and earth are the inverse journey of all things; the time is the traveler of a hundred generations. And floating life is like a dream, what is joy? The ancients used candles to travel at night, and it was a good idea. Kuang Yangchun called me with a smoke scene, and a large piece of fake me with an article. Meet the Fangyuan of Peach and Plum, and order the joys of Tianlun. The seasons are handsome, and they are all Huilian. We sing songs, alone ashamed and happy. The appreciation is not over, and the high talk turns to be clear. Open the Qiong Feast to sit on flowers, fly feathers and get drunk on the moon. If there is no good chant, how can He Shen Yahuai? If the poem is not completed, the penalty is based on the number of Jingu wine.