As the winter snow melts, clear water flows down the mountain through the mud and cracks in the rocks to form small streams.
The climate in the north is still a bit chilly. In the past winter, the Sui army camp was flooded with water and mud as chariots and soldiers went in and out. The soldiers in training held their long weapons and roared "Haha, hehe". After taking off their winter clothes, they finally looked strong and their spirits were much better than during the severe cold. When they had free time, those who knew each other would gather together and talk about how their families were doing at the moment.
"… The war is almost over. It's time to go back."
"Yes, the Great Khan of the Turks was captured by the Grand Master."
"Hehe, with the Grand Master in charge, tens of thousands of troops were not enough to fight, but I heard that one person still escaped."
"What a clown! I'm scared to death."
"That was it. A sword that big fell from the sky, and it could have made a big hole in the ground. Oh, my eyes were blurry at the time. When I came to my senses, 80,000 Turks... Tsk tsk... all I saw were corpses on the ground."
"That Shaboluo might be frightened to death."
…
A group of Sui soldiers, talking in low voices, passed by a tent. Not far away, in the general's tent, the curtain was lifted and someone walked out.
"General!"
The guards on both sides bowed. Shi Wansui, wearing armor and holding down the hilt of the sword at his waist, strode past the two of them, walked on the wet ground, and went straight to a tent opposite. He opened the curtain, released the hilt of the sword, and walked in with a loud laugh.
"Grand Master Yuwen! There is news from the court that we will be returning soon. Shaboluo will be visiting Chang'an, the Great Sui Dynasty."
In the big tent, there was a tiger screen and an oil lamp on the desk, reflecting a focused face as he silently flipped through a book. His figure was majestic in a bright armor, and on the weapon rack next to him was a broad golden sword, the sword body reflecting the light of the lamp, a golden piece.
Hearing the voice, Yuwen Tuo put down the book, raised his face, and nodded.
"General Shi, just handle it yourself. You don't need to inform me. You guys go ahead when the time comes. I have something important to do."
Suddenly, he turned his head slightly and looked in one direction in the tent, as if he sensed something. He stood up from behind the long desk, grabbed the cloak with a wave of his hand and tied it on.
"General, you are busy. You don't need to wait for me."
Shi Wansui looked at the Eastern Palace Grand Tutor, who was much younger than him, and suddenly took the weapon that was covered with densely engraved patterns. He was afraid to speak casually.
The scene from last winter was so horrifying that even now when I recall it, if Yuwen Tuo was like this, then his master, Lu Liangsheng who lived in Mount Qixia, could move mountains and seas with just a wave of his hand, right
After coming to his senses, he immediately bowed and said, "Then Grand Master, I will go first..."
When he stopped talking, Shi Wansui realized something was wrong. He looked up and saw the oil lamp in the tent flickering. He was the only one left. The Grand Tutor Yuwen had disappeared long ago.
He lifted the curtain and went out to ask the soldiers guarding both sides of the tent. The latter all shook their heads, indicating that they had never seen the Grand Tutor come out.
“It’s really amazing!”
Shi Wansui took a few steps forward, looked back at the tent curtain that was still fluttering slightly, gritted his teeth and touched his iron helmet, then looked at the bright spring sunshine shining over one end of the mountain.
Behind the distant mountains in the north, the Grand Master he mentioned was now standing on a grassy hill near the grassland in the north, with a broad golden sword inserted in the soil at his feet, his hands clasped across his chest, his white cloak fluttering in the wind, and his eyes looking coldly into the distance.
In the distance, a figure wrapped in animal skins and gray linen, leaning on a crutch, with a few small jars hanging from his waist that made light noises when they collided with each other, was limping towards them.
The next moment, when he was more than ten feet away, he stopped, raised his burnt face slightly between his tangled hair, and looked at the Sui people standing on the grass hill with his only intact right eye.
"White Wolf God, I have lost the Khan of the grassland, the hope of the Turks. Please come and devour this ascetic from the Southern Dynasty..."
He was the high priest beside Shabolue that day. When the huge divine sword fell from the sky, he used shamanism, sacrificed an eye, and let a beast spirit die for him. Even so, he was affected by the opponent's divine power, and his body was burned by the flames, and his magic power was completely lost.
But coming here now... This is the last bit of my magic power, and it can still be used.
"… The Great Khan of the Turks must not be lost in my hands."
Between his rapidly moving lips, his scarred hand loosened his grip on the crutch and tremblingly reached towards his neck. He pulled off the pendant and held it tightly. It was a wolf's fang, its sharp point piercing into his palm. The high priest stared at the figure on the hill, and his voice also became hoarse and he shouted at this moment.
"White Wolf God—"
The high-pitched and hoarse Turkic voice echoed back, and he suddenly fell backwards, falling heavily to the ground. His clenched fists loosened, and the wolf fang on the pendant, stained with blood, suddenly glowed red.
Woohoo—
Seeing him fall down with no energy left, Yuwen Tuo turned around to leave, but he heard a faint wolf howl in his ears. He stopped moving and turned his head slightly to look again. Above the corpse, a blood-red air rushed into the sky and formed the outline of a giant wolf, howling towards the sky.
"roar-"
The white mane trembled like needles, and the huge wolf eyes saw the figure on the grass hill. The long snout opened, and a fishy wind rolled up, blowing the yellow sand all over the sky and sweeping over.
"snort!"
Yuwen Tuo snorted coldly, lifted his cloak, grasped the hilt of the sword and drew it out, and with a "clang" sound, he threw it out almost at the same time.
boom-
The yellow sand exploded, and the golden sword directly tore through the gravel in the sky, breaking the fishy wind, and passed through the huge wolf shadow like a stream of light, then stopped, with the tip of the sword hanging in the air with its sword pointing downwards.
Below, the wolf fang in the dead priest's hand exploded into powder with a snap. When the wind blew, it turned into dust and scattered among the grass.
The skylight tilted slightly, reflecting the vast green sea of grass. The huge standing wolf shadow disappeared. Yuwen Tuo raised his hand, and the Xuanyuan Sword flew back with a roar, fell into his hand and put it into the scabbard. Without even looking at the corpse lying over there, he turned and left. Next, he would complete his mission and set up the Blood Spirit Formation.
Whoosh~~
Just as he reached the foot of the hill, he once again felt a force of energy coming from the south. He turned his head and looked at the southern foothills belonging to the Sui Dynasty. Not far away, he saw a woman in a red dress, swaying her waist and walking towards him with a smile.
"How dare a little demon get close to this Grand Master?"
Yuwen Tuo was not angry. Instead, he stared at the other party with some curiosity. He had divine power, so as long as he did not take demons and monsters into his body, ordinary cultivators would not dare to look at them directly.
"Hehe... Why don't I dare to get close?"
The person who came was Hua Hongyi. She chuckled, looked at the handsome Yuwen Tuo with seductive eyes, and turned away with her red lips covered.
"Master Yuwen may not know... Although I am a demon, I am still your master's wife."
Um
Staring at this woman, Yuwentuo's cheeks tensed up immediately, his cold eyes emitting a dignified look: "Are you worthy enough?"
"Whether we are worthy or not is not up to you to decide, but..." Hua Hongyi had obviously anticipated the other party's attitude and did not care. However, as she uttered the long sound of the word "but", her red sleeves suddenly spread out and something was thrown out.
Bang!
Yuwen Tuo stretched out his hand to catch the flying object, which was a jade pendant that looked like a mirror and was surrounded by dragon carvings. At a certain moment, he bent his palm, pulled the jade pendant tightly and put it inside the robe on his chest.
He turned around and said, "Follow me."
"That's right, you are much more sensible than your straightforward master."
Hua Hongyi smiled coquettishly with her red lips, and walked briskly behind the moving figure, "But, what does the jade pendant mean? Tell Master's Wife about it?"
In front, the walking figure paused, pressed down the fluttering cloak, turned his face slightly, and spoke in a cold voice.
"It's none of your business. It's best not to ask. Just watch."
The woman was obviously frightened by this look and stopped walking. When she saw the other party continue walking forward after speaking, she murmured, "You are still the same as your master. But you killed so many mortals. I really want to know what the scene will be like when those cultivators surround and attack you."
The slightly chilly spring breeze blew across the undulating sea of grass. Behind it, in the distance, among the heavy mountains to the west, on a solitary peak sandwiched between cliffs, the White Wolf King, who was sitting on a cave stone chair, opened his eyes, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, and a demonic aura began to float around him.
"Such a domineering divine power... variables, variables of the great catastrophe of heaven and earth..."
Getting up from the stone chair, Gongsun Liao pressed down his injured soul with all his strength, stumbled towards the cave entrance, dragging his cloak. A little demon came to support him, but he pushed him away. When they arrived at the cave entrance, yellow sand rolled up, like a cloud flying southward over the mountains.
On the hillside of several mountains.
Four pale and skinny figures, carrying bookshelves on their backs, staggered up the hillside and looked eastward.
"After crossing a few dozen miles of mountain roads, we will reach Chang'an. We must grit our teeth and hold on."
"The four of us have been through many hardships and have worked diligently to govern the people. When we return to Chang'an, we will surely be given important positions."
"Haha... I feel like reciting a poem... Hey, what's flying in the sky?"
“It looks like it’s going to fall.”
"How can such an unusual thing alarm the four of us? Let's go quickly and ignore it."
"No, it's coming towards us!"
Above the sky, a group of upside-down yellow clouds suddenly changed direction, scaring the four scholars so much that they ran while carrying their bookshelves and holding up their robes. What caught their eyes was countless yellow sands sweeping over and covering the sky.
"Hey hey hey... it's coming!"
A ball of yellow cloud chased the four scholars and fell behind the slope in front. Then, there was a loud bang, and yellow sand splashed up into the sky, covering everything.