"Your Highness, over there..."
Wrapped in bandages, Da Xi Changru, whose wounds had not yet healed, returned to Changchi and waited for the reinforcements from the Second Prince, and then followed them. In his heart, he was still thinking about the captain named Qu Fengyuan. Putting aside the fact that the other party had an unusual relationship in Chang'an, just for the fact that he bravely fought to cover the retreat, he was a subordinate who was truly worthy of his respect.
Half a horse's length ahead, Yang Guang, now almost 20 years old, was stout and tall, with a short tuft of beard under his chin, which made him look quite majestic. He came back to his senses from the shock of the mist and lightning in the distance, turned his head and shouted:
“Follow me!”
He pulled the reins and galloped along the mountain path under his feet.
The cavalrymen in the long line behind him shook the ground with their footsteps, and the infantrymen farther away followed behind and also started to gallop.
The flags of Sui and Yang were fluttering as they marched quickly. On the way, several small-scale battles broke out with some Turkic cavalry and infantry who had fled from that direction. When they encountered each other, the two groups fought several times and killed more than 2,000 people, while 8,000 surrendered. They were then handed over to the infantry behind to be guarded and walked behind.
After crossing a hill, they met Shi Wansui who came to help. The two armies joined forces and sent out cavalry to clear out the defeated Turkic soldiers along the way. Although they didn't know what had happened over there, they still had to clean up the mess.
Let Da Xi Changru lead the infantry to clean up the rear, while Yang Guang and Shi Wansui took a step ahead and led the cavalry to approach the place where the lightning was flashing. On horseback, Yang Guang looked down at the back of his hand that was not covered with armor, and could see the hairs standing up.
After crossing a hill, the wet wind blew on everyone's face, making them feel slightly numb as if by needles. Yang Guang and Shi Wansui, who were riding on horseback, slowly lowered the whips that they had raised in their hands to whip others, and they grinned and murmured softly.
"What's this… "
In the field of vision, there were streaks of electric snakes running along the ground and in the air in the white mist. Many Turks crawled out from the edge of the white mist, screaming in fear.
"Attack all around, and take no prisoners!"
On the way to help, Yang Guang naturally saw the villages that were plundered and invaded by the Turkic cavalry. The bodies of the villagers who died tragically were piled up, and the heads were chopped off and strung together and hung under the branches. At a glance, there were countless faces with terrified and crying expressions hanging there and swaying...
"Your Highness, Prince Jin, killing prisoners is not..."
Someone rode forward to persuade him, but halfway through his words, Yang Guang whipped him off his horse and swept his majestic eyes over the generals following him.
"If anyone says that again, I will chop him down!"
After saying this, Yang Guang stood behind him and a young general named Li Yuan, with a golden sword with a tiger head on his waist and a long spear in his hand, rushed down the hill on horseback first. Later, more cavalrymen rode up with rumbling hooves, and in an instant, they crossed paths with the fleeing Turks. Some would stab the enemy to the ground with a spear, or throw out a long spear to kill one of them, then draw the sword from his waist, gallop over and chop off the neck of another Turkic soldier.
Apart from venting his anger for his own personal gain, Yang Guang felt bored with such a battle. He and Shi Wansui, along with more than a hundred heavily-armored knights, slowly approached the diffuse water mist.
At a certain moment, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated with the call of a priest, and the sun shone on the world again. The all-encompassing mist and lightning also dissipated. In the dispersing mist, what remained in everyone's field of vision were pieces of dead bodies. Some were charred and emitting smoke. Some were fortunately still alive, twisting on the ground and groaning in pain.
Yang Guang and the others who came over only glanced at the motionless and moving Turkic soldiers on the ground, and their gaze finally fell on a distance of fifty feet. Their pupils suddenly shrank, and what came into their eyes was a man and a beast standing over there.
A man in a white robe surrounded by golden light patterns, with a lion's mane, deer horns, a dragon head, and dark green scales all over his body, stood beside him. When he heard the movement of people and horses here, he turned his dragon head and tiger eyes to look over, opened his long snout and bared his fangs, and two whiskers on his chin fluttered in the wind, startling the horses ridden by Yang Guang, Shi Wansui, and a group of cavalrymen, which shook in panic.
"That's a Qilin..." Shi Wansui tried his best to comfort the warhorse. He looked at the tall and handsome Qilin beast with such horror that he could hardly speak.
Yang Guang, who was standing by, saw the figure next to the unicorn clearly, and quickly dismounted, raising his hands respectfully.
"Guang has met Mr. Lu."
Zhongzheng's respectful voice spread, and Lu Liangsheng suppressed the boiling magic power and demonic power in his body, and heard words coming from behind him.
He moved his body and turned around to see that it was Yang Guang who led the troops to help. He bowed in return, climbed onto the unicorn, picked up Qu Yuanfeng, and in the sight of the surrounding Sui army soldiers, he turned into a flash of lightning and instantly extended to the south.
The scholar just performed the four arts of controlling water, creating fire, calling down wind and driving away thunder in one go. Except for the last one which consumed a lot of mana, the other three were often used in daily life. Facing a large number of troops and a cultivator of unknown depth, it would be risky if he exhausted all his mana to deal with them.
Then I remembered that I had read a book called "The Works of Nature" which talked about the study of things.
Water, fire, wind and thunder drive each other to produce such power. It may not be enough to deal with those who practice Taoism, but it is more than enough to deal with mortal armies.
The lightning meandered along the foothills, and soon stopped at a mountain village that had been looted by Turkic cavalry. The villagers who were still alive saw an old donkey carrying a scholar, and a figure in armor lying on his back, holding his injured relatives and shrinking back vigilantly.
Lu Liangsheng came down carrying Qu Yuanfeng, bowed slightly to them, and walked to the nearest thatched cottage which was still on fire without saying a word. He freed one hand, brushed away the flames on the door with the sleeve of his robe, walked inside, put his apprentice's body on the wooden couch, and brushed it gently again, and all the clothes and armor fell off by themselves and flew to the ground.
The fingertips lit up with a magical light, and they touched the corpse's lower abdomen, pressing the flesh and pushing it upwards little by little. When it reached the throat and chin, Qu Yuanfeng's seven orifices suddenly opened slightly, and streams of black liquid slowly overflowed, emitting a foul odor.
After cleaning the dirt from his disciple's body, Lu Liangsheng grabbed the oil lamp in the room, lit it, placed it on the bedside, and drew a magic line in his hand, connecting it from the wick to Qu Yuanfeng's forehead.
This is exactly the life-extending lamp magic I learned from the Taoist priest.
The villagers outside looked sad, looking at the charred wooden door and window frames, and then looked inside, where the scholar sitting in front of the bed was calling out softly.
"Soul is coming... Qu Yuanfeng, soul is coming back... Follow the sound and the light, don't waste time... Come back quickly."
The sound was slow and rhythmic, and it spread outside the house. The sky was still bright. On the battlefield before, the Yuelong Sword that was stuck in the ground also flew into the sky after its owner left. It muttered something and suddenly stopped, standing upright in the sky, looking at the end of the rope tied to the hilt, floating in the air.
"Huh? Where's the old toad?"
Behind it, on the battlefield in the distance, Yang Guang and Shi Wansui walked past one after another, looking at the water stains on the ground, they couldn't help but be amazed.
"That was Mr. Lu, whom General Shi and I met at Mount Qixia."
"The master's magic power is indeed strong. Before when we were in Qixia Mountain, I even said bad things about him to Lao Yu... Thinking about it now makes me sweat."
"Mr. Lu is not a petty person, General Shi, don't worry."
Yang Guang said with a smile, and it seemed that his feet kicked something and rolled out. He didn't care, continued talking, and walked across the battlefield.
A rolling black shadow bounced a few times on the ground before waking up. He had fainted after falling from a high altitude. At this moment, Toad Taoist sat on the ground with his legs apart, rubbing his head. He felt like he was kicked and his head was still a little painful. He shook twice, suddenly opened his eyes wide and remembered something. He looked around, and all he could see were the feet of soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield walking around.
'Wait, when did it end?'
The Toad Taoist opened his mouth blankly, spread his webbed feet and ran beside the feet of people passing by.
Where is Liangsheng
Where is my apprentice
How can I go back like this?!