Qin Shan's sword.
He learned from Xiao Yiran when he was young, and is the nameless sword of the mad swordsman.
When he entered the palace when he was young, the emperor and intrigue made him understand what the ruthless sword was.
After being trapped in Wuming Valley, Qin Shan had an epiphany to realize the sword of sentience.
However, whether it is nameless, ruthless, or affectionate, after more than ten years of condensing, what Qin Shan has learned is no longer one or two moves in the sword manual, and the sword is not just a weapon in his hand.
Qin Shan, himself is the most advantageous sword move.
Almost as soon as they fought, Helian Chenggong noticed the difference. People who practice swords in general always regard the sword as a sharp weapon, which can hurt people with sharpness, but the tool has no soul. As for Qin Shan, he turned himself into a sword, and his heart moved at will. The sword in his hand was faster than anyone else, and he was more adaptable than anyone else.
Because Qin Shan is not holding a tool, but his own soul. After dozens of rounds, He Liancheng gradually fell behind.
"Good, good, good!"
He Liancheng laughed three times, "Qin Shan, you really didn't disappoint me!"
In the face of setbacks, his fighting spirit is even stronger. Only such an enemy, and only such Qin Shan, is worthy of him to take action in person, so that he can have the supreme pleasure of conquering.
He Liancheng's men retreated to the side, without ordering them to dare not enter the battle without authorization. This made Qin Shan outnumbered and outnumbered for a while, and he did not fall into the inferior position. However, Qin Shan knew that He Liancheng had subordinates and recruits, but behind him, he had nothing.
Only a quick decision!
He raised his long sword, turned around and stabbed Heliancheng in the heart. Qin Shan's footwork was surprisingly fast, but He Liancheng was already prepared, and after taking three steps back, he blocked it with the hilt of his sword. However, he still underestimated this sword. The sword was blocked, but the internal energy on the long sword gathered and did not dissipate, slicing through He Liancheng's arm like a sharp weapon, leaving a deep blood in the flesh wound.
The injured He Liancheng smiled and said, "Want to take me down? It's not that easy!"
Of course it's not easy, Qin Shan just wants to delay the time as much as possible, the longer he delays here, the more life he can leave to Yan Mobei and the others. As for himself—
"Still thinking about your companions?"
He Liancheng saw through his thoughts and sneered: "Qin Shan, when did you become so indecisive and short-sighted. Or, do you think I will come after you alone and let your companions escape?"
Qin Shan was stunned and looked up at him.
"Don't worry, those who follow you will naturally be cleaned up by others." Helian Chengdao penetrated the truth, and at the same time attacked Qin Shan, "Instead of thinking about those, you should think about how to deal with me!"
He once again gathered his inner strength back then, which was actually a bit stronger than last time. While Qin Shan was in a trance, He Liancheng caught a deadly spot and stabbed with his sword unceremoniously!
"Be careful!"
The sharp object flashed overhead, swishing a few fallen leaves, and an arrow pierced deeply into the tree, only a few inches away from the person under the tree.
Yan Xiaobei pulled the man and said angrily, "Do you want to be nailed into a sieve?"
Pu Cunxi knew that he was wrong, but he said stubbornly: "I just want to see if I can give them some medicine down the wind. After all, there are too many people chasing us."
There are too many people chasing them.
Yan Xiaobei glanced behind him and clenched his hands into fists.
After Qin Shan went to lure He Liancheng away, they thought there would be no more threats, even Yan Xiaobei just wanted to quickly move these people to a safe place, and then go back to help Qin Shan. On to this group of pursuers.
This group of Western Qiang soldiers seemed to have been ambushed here long ago, and they chased after them as soon as they saw them. The number of the other party is large, but they don't seem to be in a hurry to catch them. Instead, they tease and tease them like a cat and a mouse, and they don't humiliate and kill them until the end.
And in the other side's army, someone shouted: "The people inside! If you obediently come out and surrender, I will give you a whole corpse! Don't expect Qin Shan to come back to save you, he is too busy and too late! Wait until Qin Shan is caught and go back. , I personally sent his head to the king's birthday banquet! Hahahahaha."
There was fear and anger in Qingtian's eyes, "Why are the Xiqiang people here? Why do they know this?"
Judging from the shout, the other party obviously knew that Qin Shan's purpose was to assassinate the King of the Western Qiang. But the problem is that only a few of them know this news. Who leaked it out? Qingtian's suspicious eyes swept across the surrounding people, and stayed on Yan Mobei.
He hadn't had time to say anything, when the master knew that Amitabha interrupted Qingtian's angry gaze at Yan Mobei: "This is the end of the matter, and it is useless to investigate further. Besides, in order to protect oneself, the real betrayers will not stay until now. Those who are in danger with us. Little benefactor, don't take your anger out."
Yan Xiaobei smiled and said: "Mingzhe protects himself? Not only that. The person who leaked the news must have colluded with the Xiqiang people early in the morning. I'm afraid he was a traitor from the beginning."
"What do you remember?" Qingtian stared at him closely, "Isn't it you who is the most suspect here? General Xiqiang."
"People are not yet twelve this year." Yan Xiaobei blinked, "I don't know any generals."
"you!"
Qingtian couldn't bear to see him pretending to be stupid, but he was stopped by the clear understanding.
The old monk said, "Let's go."
Yan Xiaobei and Qingtian, who were venting their emotions, were stunned for a moment, and Pu Cunxi also looked at him.
"Although there are many soldiers in the Western Qiang, the mountains and forests here are not as deep as those in the city. There are no city gates and walls around, so everyone can escape." Lingran said, "As long as someone stops them for a while, you will have a chance to leave here." He said, and paused, "After leaving this place, go to the nearest Daqi border town, where Qin Shizhu will meet with you."
"How do you know?" Yan Xiaobei couldn't help but retort, "When Brother Shan left, he didn't say a word to you. And you guys stayed here, didn't you die?"
He smiled slightly, and his smile seemed to be decisive, with a hint of relief, and with the tolerance of seeing the younger generation's unreasonable troubles.
Some words, do not say, more clearly than say.
It's like Qin Shan went to danger to delay He Liancheng for the safety of everyone.
It's like Qin Weitang took the group of monks and escaped from the black city.
It's like at this time, the monks who managed to escape, but did not plan to leave again, but did their final mission here.
As the clear words came out, the monks took off their hoods and disguise one after another, neatly arranged their monk robes, and then took the wooden branches that were picked up on the road or broken from the branches. Used as a weapon. Back to the mountains, facing the dark.
The Buddha forbade killing, so the weapons of monks have always been wooden sticks at most. At this time, these monks didn't even have sticks in their hands, just some branches and rubble. After a while, they would rely on these to block the nearly 100 Xiqiang soldiers almost unarmed. This is to take one's own flesh and blood and slam into the enemy's knife and axe.
Understand and said again, "You go, leave it to us here."
The monk behind him, no matter how young or old, has the same expression on his face. He is calm, and he doesn't seem to be afraid of life or death.
Even Yan Mobei, who always seemed indifferent to others, was a little dumb at this time.
"Amitabha, life and death have their own way, and all living beings are united. The donor only sees one and not the other. How do you know that you are going to die like this, so why not go to life?" waved.
Yan Xiaobei wanted to say something, but Pu Cunxi stopped him. This old man who never had the slightest idea and was always a drag, actually stopped him at this moment.
"We have to go, don't forget the mission Qin Shan gave you."
This sentence made Yan Mobei speechless to refute. The few Qin Weitang guards escorted them away, and the monks were getting farther and farther away until they could no longer be seen. When they climbed to the halfway up the mountain, they finally heard the sound of killing from the foot of the mountain. It was the sound of the Xiqiang people slaughtering excitedly. In it, there seemed to be several indistinct Buddhist sounds. And all the voices gradually weakened, and finally there were only a few occasional screams, reminding them that the danger was behind them. And those who stay in the dangerous situation are most likely to be more fortunate than others.
Qingtian couldn't help but red eyes.
Wei Shishi, who had been following him, suddenly opened his mouth and said, "The Shaolin Temple has an Arhat formation, so it won't be broken so easily."
Qingtian's eyes lit up, but Wei Shishi said, "But the Western Qiang people are ten times more than them, so Master Ming can only delay us for one hour and three moments..."
After a while, the monks who were going to die went to die, and they were still on the way to escape.
No one spoke again along the way.
After that, Yan Xiaobei beheaded the Xiqiang soldiers who were chasing on a small road, and the group finally escaped from the range of Heicheng without any risk. Until he crossed the last high mountain, when Yan Xiaobei looked back at the top of the mountain, he saw the rising sun leaping out from the depths of the clouds.
Its daybreak.
But he always seemed to feel that the pursuit of the Xiqiang people was still behind him, and the backs of those who left them were still in front of him.
"Let's go." Pu Cunxi sighed beside him, "I'll have a chance to come back later and build a monument for them."
Yan Xiaobei did not answer. He was thinking about a problem that trapped him like a predicament, keeping him from moving forward in the fog of his mind.
-Why are there always some people in the world who are willing to put other people's lives or other things as more important than their own
Yan Xiaobei didn't understand and was even more afraid.
He was afraid that Qin Shan was also such a person, that one day he would never see him again because of this, and he was even more afraid that this day would come so soon that he was far from ready.
This fear has been shrouded in his heart, getting deeper and deeper, unable to let go.
They waited in the border town for two days. Yan Xiaobei has been guarding the gate of the city. He looks at the end of the road, there is no smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes are expectant but timid. Everyone who passed by seemed to be stepping on his heart, making him hopeful and disappointing, burning his heart with fire.
Until the third day, a person appeared in the field of vision. He seemed to be lame on one foot, staggering, almost relying on his sword, before he walked to this border town step by step.
Yan Xiaobei rushed over almost instantly, hugging the man covered in blood and ragged clothes.
The man looked up, saw his eyes, and called out.
"Xiao Bei."