Black Whip is coming towards us.
"Don't block my way!" The moment he shouted angrily, the whisk stretched out and wrapped around the black whip. The sturdy man who was running towards him let out a light "eh" sound, and the power in his hand had already been swung out with the sound, pulling the whisk and the old Taoist at the tail end out together.
"Master!!"
The voices of all the disciples in the sect rang out, and the figure flying in the air kicked his foot, causing a nearby tree to shake loudly. Yun Ji lost his strength and flipped over to the ground. He glanced at the whisk that fell on the ground, his eyes became serious, he snorted, shook his sleeves, and stretched out two fingers to wipe upwards.
'clang—'
The sword made a long sound, and a sword light rose from behind and rushed into the air. Yun Ji stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and said to the disciples in the sect with a slightly turned face: "You go back, let the elders and disciples of the sect go down the mountain to eliminate the monster together!"
"But Master... there is a divine light on him... maybe."
"Bah, what's the possibility? There is no possibility! How can a god beat anyone he sees? It's obvious that this is a divine light from somewhere, an imposter!"
The old Taoist interrupted a disciple and pressed the tip of his sword into the ground, pressing the stone steps from left to right with a loud clattering sound. Stone chips flew everywhere, revealing a deep sword mark.
"Even if it's true, it's just an evil spirit. What's the point of keeping it in the world? It's just one more person like Taoist Zixing back then."
The old Taoist looked at the black man riding a big horse in front of him, squinted his eyes, and in front of him, the tall horse waved its mane and rushed over with its hooves. The sword marks drawn on the ground instantly rose up into a wall of sword energy.
Xilulu-
The horse neighed loudly and raised its hooves to change direction. "You dare to show off your trivial skills in front of me!" There was a loud shout from above the horse's back. Yuchi Gong shook out his cloak and swung the black whip in a semicircle from under the cloak. The sword energy was hit and directly shattered. A large piece of the bark of an ancient pine tree was torn off by the sword energy.
The black man pulled the reins and turned the horse's head, then spread out his other hand and pushed forward, and a cloud of black mist rose up quickly and spread in all directions.
In the moment of rolling, it was like a long snake flying towards the old road ahead.
Yun Ji threw the magic sword in his hand, and made a circle with his hands to draw yin and yang. The black smoke pressed against it and changed direction, rushing straight into the sky and whizzing past his head. However, the next second, a muffled groan came from his mouth and nose, and he withdrew the magic spell. He lifted up his sleeves, revealing that his skinny arm was covered with bruises, and a few wisps of black mist were crawling on it, quickly spreading towards his arm.
Is this a magic weapon
"Human monk, humph! Get out of the way."
Just as the old Taoist was casting a spell to suppress the spread of black smoke, war horses rushed over. On the galloping horses' backs, black whips swept through the air and made a whistling sound.
Bang! The golden bells collided.
The magic sword controlled the whip and Yun Ji used the force to flip sideways in the air. He stumbled to the ground and took two steps back. The black man over there didn't even bother to look at him and rushed away with the cavalry.
"It is indeed divine power, but why is it so ferocious?"
The roaring horse team disappeared on the mountain road ahead. Yun Ji covered his arm and looked at his fingertips hanging down by his leg. The black blood was forced out bit by bit by the magic power. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and raised his face again.
“Could it be related to the demon star?”
At this time, the disciples who had rushed back to the mountain gate earlier brought the elders of the sect, and the rest of the disciples flew in with magic swords and landed nearby to stand guard. One of the old men checked Yun Ji's injuries, took out a pill from his sleeve and fed it to him.
"Brother, what happened? I heard from the returning disciples that they met a deity?"
"The evil spirit."
Yun Ji nodded, but he was not in a hurry to speak out his previous guess. He needed to find out what happened before he could make a decision. "I just left the mountain gate and walked around the door. I have to go back to heal my wounds. Help me go back."
The sound of sighs was blown away by the wind. The mountain breeze blew across the undulating lush greenery. On the winding mountain road, someone fell down due to lack of support. His companions behind him came over and helped him up, and they continued to follow the carriage forward.
"Don't stop, it will be troublesome if you are caught up."
"I can't walk anymore... Let me sit for a while..."
The voice was extremely weak. After experiencing a great battle in Taiyuan and running on the mountain road for a long time, the soldiers coming out of the city, no matter how tall they were, could not withstand such torture. Even a few war horses could not run anymore, and white foam came out of the corners of their mouths.
The rays of light from the setting sun shone on this mountainside. On the swaying forest path, the number of the twenty or so people who were barely walking was getting smaller and smaller. Qu Yuanfeng swallowed his saliva, glanced at the back, and turned his head. In front of him, Li Shimin was also covered in sweat, with chapped lips, and was sitting on the horse, swaying and almost fainting and falling off the horse.
"General Qu, if we march this way, even if the enemy can't catch up with us, we will die of exhaustion and thirst."
Qu Yuanfeng licked his equally cracked lips and felt a tearing pain. He knew that everyone's physical strength had reached its limit. If they stopped and were caught by the Black Evil Star who was chasing them closely, the pressure on his master would be even greater.
He stroked the tired warhorse, urged the horse to take small steps to the edge of the mountain path, and looked out. The Taihang Mountains were connected to each other, and under the mountains and forests, there were many crisscrossing paths. Some led to Hebei in the east, and some might go west to Jin.
"Take a gamble!"
After a short rest, Qu Yuanfeng took the opportunity to discuss the idea of crisscrossing through different mountain roads with Li Yuan and Li Shimin. Afterwards, he gathered everyone together to cheer them up, dragged his tired body and turned in a more remote path below.
The sun sets, the night shrouds the mountains and forests, the moonlight slowly becomes cold, shining on the undulating mountains. The departing convoy did not choose to continue on that road. In the hazy moonlight, four figures shrank their necks, shivering as they sat on the stones by the roadside.
"A-choo—"
In the damp and cold mist, a man wearing a scholar's hat sneezed, sniffed, and looked at the vast ridge outside the mountain below.
"Is this retreating to the mountains? You didn't even bring a bed or bedding."
The other three sniffed their noses in unison.
"I have thought about it, but I just can't fit it in."
"Alas, if the four of us had not been disillusioned with our careers, we would not have wanted to retire to the mountains."
"What's wrong with being a hermit? The four of us have seen the world after all. Being alone in the forest is just right for us to hide our names and cultivate our reputation. Besides, since we came back with the national teacher, we have become stronger in the past few years."
Upon hearing this, the scholar who spoke first became furious and slapped the stone with his hands.
"Never mind the strength. We use our brains, what do we need strength for? Also, why don't you choose the Five Mountains? Just any one will do. There's not even a damn person to be seen here!!!"
The three people over there all lowered their heads and whispered, "There are so many mountains here..."
Tap tap tap…
The sound of horse hooves suddenly rang out in the darkness. When the four people turned their heads to look at the mountain path ahead, they saw the moonlight shining through the gaps in the woods, and in the silver glow, there were densely packed figures of horseback riders.
The four of them shuddered.
"Oh no! We've run into some horse thieves."
The horse team stopped, and the black man in the lead glanced at a mountain road going down. He vaguely heard some words and four familiar feelings.
His sight immediately turned to the straight road ahead, and his thick eyebrows frowned, "The four generals of the Demon Family?"
A doubtful voice murmured, pinched the horse's belly, and urged the horse to move slowly. Over there, in the moonlight, four figures were huddled together and standing in a row. Over there, the black man approached, his brows suddenly relaxed, and he quickly turned over and dismounted, cupping his hands.
"So you are really the Four Heavenly Kings. When did you restore the Dharma image to the lower world? It just so happens that Liu Tuzhang and I have already headed south. The four Heavenly Kings, please come with us!"
Yuchi Gong raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation. Among the four people over there, one raised his hand and said, "We don't..." Before he could finish his words, he was pinched on the soft flesh of his waist by the brother behind him. The scholar hurriedly nodded to the black man: "No, we have other things to do, so I'll take my leave first!"
“Wait!”
The black man reached out his hand and stopped the four people. He examined them for a moment, and doubts arose in his heart, "Strange... Could it be that the four heavenly kings' Dharma images were damaged before, and their memories are distorted after they came to the world? No, they can't stay here, take them back and discuss it with Liu Tuzhang."
Over there, the four scholars did not dare to look directly at the pair of "horse thieves" and moved tremblingly to the side, wanting to go around and leave. Suddenly, their bodies were tense and four knights grabbed onto their horses' backs.
"My dear heroes, please allow us four to quibble... Let us explain. We came into the mountains just to be hermits, not to be thieves!!"
However, no one paid any attention to these four people. The rumbling sound of horse hooves rang out again, and they galloped back in the direction they came from.
…
As the night passed, the outline of the mountain grew dim as time went by. In the east, golden morning light appeared and advanced inch by inch along the land and the foothills. After a short rest for one night, Qu Yuanfeng and his party traveled for several days and finally left Taihang and arrived in Jin in the west.
At the same time, Liang Shidu's army had already conquered Jin, which was in response to Liu Wuzhou's conquest of Taiyuan and marching southward. On the official roads to and from the capital, news of countless cavalrymen carrying beacons continued to spread.
Then, they were sent into Chang'an and the imperial palace like snowflakes.
In the Hibiscus Pond, Wanshou Temple, before receiving the news, Lu Liangsheng was sitting in the attic room with his eyes closed, resting. Suddenly, a stick of incense in the incense burner broke with a "snap".
The rice grains covering the desk seemed to be written by invisible hands.
This is the message from Han Qinhu in the underworld.