There are thousands of miles of wild clouds, and heavy snow is flying. In the vast night, the howling north wind is like layers of shocking waves, roaring and roaring in the endless snow field.
In the sky, thousands of peaks and ten thousand ridges are straight into the sky.
Horses hoofs smashed through the snow, and in the boundless quiet night, a dark horse slowly galloped from the east, standing in front of a steep mountain road, still.
The neighing sound of the horse was swallowed up by the mountain wind in an instant.
The man on the horse loosened the reins, his blue eyes were bright and clear, and he quietly looked down at the quiet city under the snow-white mountains in the distance. A hideous and ugly face was revealed.
His eyes were light, and his tall and straight figure seemed to blend in with the thick night.
In the silence, a few sharp and thin bowstrings suddenly sounded, and as soon as one came, the bowstrings hummed in all directions, and arrows cut through the wind and snow and rushed towards Sultangu.
These iron arrows are coming violently, the wind is violent and the lightning is flying, and it is as fast as thunder. Under the arrows, the wind stops and the snow stops, and the sky is flickering with cold light.
The arrows rained down like a cobweb, layer upon layer, like passing through a sieve. No matter how hard the target was, it had to be cut down with a layer of flesh.
The sound of the tight strings made the scalp tingle, but Sultan Gu remained motionless as if he hadn't heard it, until he was surrounded by the light of arrows, and then slowly raised his eyes, the long sword was unsheathed, and the restraining internal force immediately surged out. Where the knife was directed, the wind was majestic and the momentum was severe.
A burst of swords, arrows and shadows staggered, and the arrows fell to the ground one after another, making holes in the snow.
The atmosphere was stiff, and the wind continued to rage.
Sultan Gu raised his arm, and with a crisp sound, the long knife was sheathed, and his eyes were cold.
There were a few grinning laughter from the heights of the mountain road, figures swayed, and horses hooves sounded, and a man in a white cloak and holding a long bow appeared on the cliff, with a mask on his face, strong muscles, and a strong and tall figure.
The sound of crunching footsteps rang out, and dozens of killers dressed in white cloaks like him came out from different directions, crowding around his wings, all of them holding sharp knives, and a pair of murderous anger under their masks, all staring at him. Looking at Sultan.
At the outermost periphery, more than a dozen hands tightened the bowstring, ready to cooperate with the killer to launch a shooting at the outermost periphery.
The headed man's eyes were gloomy, he glanced at the arrows all over the ground, threw away his longbow, and drew out his saber, the tip of which was aimed at Sultan.
"Sultan, I've been waiting for you here for several days! I've been preparing for a long time, and I've set up a net, just to take the head on your neck, and take your skull to serve wine! Even if you are excellent in martial arts and have three heads and six arms, it is difficult to insert your wings today. Run away! Today in the coming year will be your Sultan's death anniversary!"
He gave an order and drove his horse down the mountain road.
The others, shouting and wielding sharp knives, rushed with him towards Sultangu.
In the face of the large number of people rushing up, Sultan Gu's face did not change, his eyes were calm, he raised his arm and slowly drew his knife, his black robe was tight, and his thin arms were full of tension.
The man's face was hideous, and he raised his knife with a roar: "Kill! Kill me..."
Before he finished speaking, the frontless long knife slammed into the air.
The man's ferocious expression solidified on his face, his voice was stuck in his throat, and he met a pair of eyes.
Those are a pair of dark blue eyes, like overlooking the world from the clouds, cold, calm, indifferent, under the snowy night, the bottom of the eyes seems to have a strange blue.
The man's eyes widened in horror.
The two knives collided, with a long and sharp sound, and sparks like the stars splashed out.
The long knife in the man's hand shattered in response, and after a few sour sounds, the shards fell to the ground like flying snow.
Those blue eyes stared at him coldly.
Asura Yaksha, violent and bloodthirsty.
A kind of fear and despair from the bottom of his heart deeply grabbed the man. He remembered the legends that have been circulated in the royal court for a long time. The long knife slashed to his throat.
The handle of the knife slipped from the man's palm, and he fell off the horse's back, closed his eyes, a trace of coldness pressed against his forehead, and the blade pressed against his head.
The pain was delayed, and Sultan did not kill him.
The man's heart beat wildly and he opened his eyes.
Sultan was sitting on the back of a horse, with a long knife in his hand on his scalp, and looking around, he was imposing.
Seeing that he easily broke through the siege by riding one by one, and dismounting their leader without any effort, everyone knew that no one present was his opponent, and the previously high morale disappeared immediately. .
Sultan Gu looked at one of the killers in the crowd: "You want to kill me?"
When the killer met his gaze, he was frightened and trembling like chaff, he threw away the long knife in his hand without even thinking, and knelt down to beg for mercy: "Prince Regent, forgive me! "
Sultan Gu said coldly: "Next time, the knife will not leave anyone."
The killer was stunned for a while, and he never expected that he would let him go, his face was filled with ecstasy, and he was afraid that he would go back on it. He quickly got up, turned around and ran away.
The others looked at each other, at a loss.
With a bang, the long knife landed softly, and someone threw away the sharp blade in his hand and carefully exited the encirclement.
Sultan didn't move.
The killer who threw the knife took a deep breath, spread his legs and ran wildly.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of the long knife falling to the ground sounded one after another, and the killers turned around and fled.
In front of the cliff, only Sultan and the leader of the ambush were left.
Sultan Gu raised his eyes and looked at the faintly glowing sky in the distance: "Who is the one who instructed you?"
The man snorted and laughed: "Sultan, you kill without blinking, and your hands are covered in blood! There are too many people in the royal court who want to kill you! I wish I could peel your skin and dig out your heart, liver and lungs. Drink your blood, eat your flesh, and break your bones into pieces! I won't tell you who the ambassador is! You'll know when you die!"
The mission failed, he knew that even if Sultan Gu let him go, he would not survive tomorrow, so he roared happily, raised his head suddenly, and slammed into the long knife that was close at hand.
Blood spurted out, the man's hands and feet twitched a few times, his eyes widened, and he lost his breath.
The strong smell of blood was blown away by the strong wind, and the sticky blood splashed all over the long knife, dripping down.
Sultan Gu lowered his eyes, looking at the bloodstains on the long knife, the dark blue light flashed at the bottom of his eyes, and a faint red rose between his eyebrows.
He closed his eyes, returned the knife to the sheath, took off the leather gloves, and clasped his hands together.
Fight to fight, kill to kill, all kinds of sins, all in my body.
After a while, Sultan Gu frowned slightly, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.
The mountain wind was scorching cold.
He wiped the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were tightly closed, and he tried his best to suppress it.
The wind whistled and whimpered mournfully.
It's almost dawn.
Sultan Gu turned the horse's head and rode down the mountain road one by one.
After walking on the mountain road for about an hour, the snow was getting denser and denser, the wind was roaring, and there were faint human voices and melodious camel bells floating in the distance.
A caravan wanted to arrive at the city gate before dawn. Hu Shang, wearing a felt hat and a leather jacket, brandished a whip and beat an exhausted camel, mumbling and cursing.
Sultan did not step forward and avoided the caravan at a distance.
Suddenly a scream came from behind.
Hu Shang kept beating the camel, and a gray-haired old man couldn't bear it and stepped forward to dissuade him. Hu Shang was furious, he raised his arm, whipped the old man with a long whip, and the whip was fierce.
The old man was whipped to the point of tearing his skin to pieces, and fell to the ground, crying and begging for mercy.
Hu Shang's face twitched, and he continued to whip the old man.
The old man cried and crawled towards Sultangu.
"Spare me... Save me! Save me!"
Sultan stopped, his eyes fell on Hu Shang.
"Don't mind your own business!"
Hu Shang took a few steps to catch up with the old man, speaking viciously, his brows glared, and he raised his long whip.
Sultan raised his hand.
Hu Shang suddenly felt numb in his hand, and the long whip in his hand was swept away by an unsheathed long knife.
At this moment, the old man who was lying beside the horse's hoofs, groaning in pain, suddenly burst out and rushed towards Sultan.
With a muffled sound, the sharp blade pierced through the black robe.
Following the old man's movements, the rest of the caravan pulled out their hidden weapons one after another, dashing forward, and surrounded Sultan Gu in an instant.
The old man hit a hit, and his internal force poured into his palms and slapped Sultan Gu.
The sharp blade was smeared with poisonous juice, and Sultan froze for a moment, then fell backward and fell off the horse.
The old man laughed wildly, pulled out the soft sword from his waist, and flew to keep up. Swords and swords were all killer moves: "Haha, Sultan, don't blame us for being ruthless and unjust, you can only blame yourself for being negligent!"
"You really are loyal to the Buddha, and you actually show mercy! How can you be a woman's benevolence, a general in the battlefield?! You asked for it!"
The people around followed the clamor, the knife flashed, and there was ridicule and laughter.
They are the killers who ambushed Sultan on the mountain road. The leader is just a small leader. When the leader died, they immediately retreated and hid in the dark to observe Sultan. Seeing that he was vomiting blood, there seemed to be signs of injury. The partners meet and wait here for Sultan Gu to descend the mountain.
From here to the royal court, every important town is ambushed.
The heads of Sultangu, they are going to be fixed!
Killers swarmed, Sultan was wounded, and this time they had nothing to fear!
Sultan Gu fell into the snow, staggered back, and blood gushed out before the sharp blade on his chest was pulled out.
"Sudangu, die!"
Thinking that he was able to kill the prince regent who made the princes and ministers fear the wind, the old man was overjoyed.
The next moment, there was a crisp sound.
The old man's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, stunned.
Sultan raised his head, his lips were pale, and his slender fingers brushed lightly, like a Buddha curling a flower, firmly gripping his soft sword, gently picking it up, the incomparably sharp soft sword was broken like a dead branch inch by inch. .
The old man was terrified and dripping with sweat.
Sultan Gu looked at him coldly, with no expression on his face, two clusters of blue and cold light flashed in his blue eyes, and his clenched eyebrows were slightly red, his body was covered in blood, and murderous aura surged.
What kind of weird exercise is this
The old man was so frightened that he lost his mind, and before he could let out a roar, the broken soft sword slid down his throat.
A burst of blood spurted out.
The old man fell softly at the feet of Sultan.
The morning light broke through the diffuse snow and poured down, and the long empty road was quiet for a moment.
Sultan Gu stood in a pool of blood, his face was splashed with bright red blood, and his blue eyes glanced around.
Rakshasa is like a ghostly ghost of Shura.
The killers were heartbroken and shivering.
…
Before dawn, there was a neighing sound from the downstairs of the post house, and the soldiers began to pack their bags and prepare to leave.
Yao Ying was woken up by the noise outside the house, she got up to wash her hands, smeared a thick layer of ointment on her feet, and just put on a thick leather jacket and animal leather boots, Xie Qing came over and knocked on the door. Breakfast was ready.
Ashina Bisa had already woken up, and was sitting in front of the fireplace in the hall wiping her saber, watching Yaoying go downstairs, and pointing to the breakfast prepared for her.
"Leaving today, we'll be back in the royal court in three days. Snow will fall in the next few days. The princess is frail and wears several layers of thick jackets. It's not fun to suffer from a cold in this weather."
Yaoying agreed, picked up the soup bowl, glanced at the crock pot in the hearth, frowned slightly, and lifted the lid through the soft cloth.
The soup bowl and naan inside were untouched.
She was silent for a while and closed the lid.
"The Regent didn't come back last night?"
Bi Sa stopped wiping the knife for a while, without raising his head, and said, "The regent is going back to the royal court first. I was injured before, and the regent escorted the princess on my behalf. Now that I am healed, the regent is busy with official business and rushed back overnight. ."
Yaoying picked up the soup bowl and continued to drink the soup.
Neither of them spoke.
The felt curtain hangs high, and the figure in front of the door shakes.
Bi Suo stared at Yaoying and suddenly asked, "The princess prepared hot soup for the regent, but he didn't eat it. Is the princess unhappy?"
Yaoying raised her eyes, looked at Bi Suo, and shook her head, "No, I was just thinking, the Prince Regent left in a hurry, he left without even drinking a bowl of hot soup, he spent a day in the wilderness outside, and he must have eaten nothing. what… "
Bi Su looked at her and asked, "How does the princess know that the regent didn't eat anything? He just didn't eat the hot soup left by the princess."
Yaoying frowned slightly and smiled: "The regent never eats with other people. Yuanjue will prepare food for him alone. Sometimes Yuanjue is too busy, so I will pay attention to him..."
In the past, she thought that Sultan was very particular, but later found out that he was not picky, just different from other people's habits. As long as she and Yuanjue prepared food for him, he would eat it silently.
No one had touched the soup in the crock, which meant he left without eating anything.
Bi Su was silent, put away his saber, got up and walked out.
After a cup of tea, the team set off.
Yaoying rode in the ranks, Xie Qing and other personal soldiers followed her closely.
Bi Suo rode a strong horse and walked at the front of the team. On the road, he kept sending his personal soldiers back to the royal court to deliver news. From time to time, fast horses galloped to report to him the news of the DPRK.
At noon, they walked to an open plain at the foot of the mountain, and suddenly there was a thunderous hoof in front of them.
The slush splashed, and the two fast horses rushed to the front of the team. The rider rolled off the saddle and got off the horse. His voice changed urgently: "General, something happened ahead!"
Bi Suo's expression changed slightly, and he ordered the team to speed up and urge the horses to gallop away.
After a while, they came to a mountain road leading to Oasis Town.
There was a frightened neigh of the horse in front, and the person at the front of the team saw the scene on the road clearly, his face changed dramatically, and he immediately stopped the horse.
"General!"
The crowd was at a loss.
Bi Su's face was as gloomy as water, and he turned over and dismounted.
One of the royal guards walked back on horseback, indicating that the caravan members were all stopped and not allowed to move.
Yaoying walked at the front of the team, thought for a while, and moved her horse forward.
Just after turning the intersection, a gust of wind blew past, and a strong stench of blood rushed to my face.
Yaoying resisted nausea and continued to move forward, her eyes slowly widening.
The front of the mountain road was a mess, the carts and cages overturned on the ground, and there were fallen corpses in the pool of blood, old and young, men and women, horses, camels, long-haired cattle and sheep also fell to the ground, their belly ripped open, horrible to see. .
In the entire caravan, not a single one of them was left alive.
Who is so vicious? !
Yaoying couldn't bear to look any more and looked away.
Yuanjue was beside her, she didn't know what to think, the hands holding the reins kept shaking, her whole body trembled, her brown eyes were round, and her eyes were almost popping out, she looked terrified.
Bi Suo looked back at him, frowning tightly.
Yuanjue and he looked at each other, both of them looked solemn, mixed with a trace of unnoticeable sadness.
One of the guards trotted forward, clasped his fists and said, "General! The subordinates have checked carefully. All of this caravan died under the saber, and there is not a single survivor! Some of the corpses are still not cold, they should be dead this morning. What happened at dawn. Judging from the traces in the snow, the murderer killed someone and fled to the mountain!"
The other guards chatted: "Too vicious! Even women, children and old people are killed!"
"Look at the swordsmanship on the corpse, the one who started it must be a master!"
"The murderer used a long sword commonly used in the military. Could it be done by a military man?"
"Everyone's wounds are deep to the bone, and it doesn't look like it was done by robbers who robbed the road..."
"This mountain has only one way down the mountain. Let's guard the intersection and go up the mountain!"
Bi Su's face became whiter and paler, her lips trembled a few times, she took off the copper talisman she had carried, and turned her head to instruct the soldiers: "You enter the city and tell the guards, I will take over this place, and no one else may interfere. You stay here. Here, every ten people form a team, bury the bodies, clear the roads, set up roadblocks, and do not allow others to pass by.”
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, held the long knife in his right hand, and moved his horse to leave the team.
Yuanjue looked complicated, his eyes were reddish, he gritted his teeth, and followed him on horseback.
Yaoying stayed where she was and watched Bi Suo and Yuanjue go up the mountain one after the other, out of her senses for a while.
Her heart was heavy, as if there was a huge boulder pressing on her, and she couldn't breathe, and her heartbeat suddenly became very slow.
A cold and determined back flashed across her mind.
Those nights in the wilderness, no matter when she opened her eyes, she could see him.
Yaoying bit her lip, kicked the horse's belly lightly with her boots, and galloped, keeping up with Yuanjue and Bi Suo.
Xie Qing immediately followed suit.
Yaoying turned her head back, her eyebrows were calm, and she said every word: "Aqing, if you stay here, no one is allowed to follow!"
Xie Qing was stunned for a while, then pulled the reins and stopped in place.
Before Wang Ting's personal soldiers could react, Yaoying had already rushed up the mountain road, catching up with Yuanjue and Bi Suo.
The sound of horses' hooves came from far to near, Bi Suo turned back, her pupils shrank, and said coldly, "Princess, please come back!"
Yaoying didn't slow down, she caught up with him, her eyes twirling on his and Yuanjue's faces.
"Have you guessed who the killer of the caravan was?"
Yuanjue looked tense and said nothing.
Bi Su's face was like water, and she said, "This is the affairs of the royal court, and it has nothing to do with the princess. The royal soldiers will protect the princess. The mountain is not safe. We are going to arrest the murderer. The princess should go down the mountain."
Yaoying looked back at the guards guarding the mountain road and the fallen corpses, turned her face and looked straight at Bi Suo.
"Bisuo, do you suspect that the murderer is the regent?"
The expression on Bi Su's face changed dramatically.
Yaoying looked at Bi Suo, not allowing him to avoid her gaze: "Are you and Yuanjue going to kill him?"
Yuanjue shuddered and looked at Yaoying.
Yao Ying looked back calmly: "As long as I am close to the regent these days, you are nervous, and the hand holding the knife is wet with sweat. Are you afraid that the regent will hurt me?"
Yuanjue looked pale.
"The Prince Regent smells of medicine. Is he injured? Or did he make a mistake in his practice? He always avoids people these days. What's the reason?"
Yuanjue didn't dare to make a sound, his eyes dodged.
Yaoying took a breath, her eyes fell back to Bi Suo, and then she asked, "Do you think he couldn't control himself and killed an entire caravan?"
The mountain wind whistled, Bi Suo said nothing, the veins of both hands holding the reins floated up.
With a whimper, Yuanjue wiped the corners of her eyes.
"The murderer is not Sultan Gu!" Yaoying was panting and trembling slightly, "Look carefully at the corpses of those people, how could he kill innocent people indiscriminately!"
Bi Su turned her head and looked at the mountain road.
"The princess doesn't know anything, how can you be sure that the murderer is not the regent?"
He paused, and his voice suddenly became harsh and shrill: "I grew up with the Prince Regent and have known him for more than 20 years. I know what happened better than the princess! The princess is just an outsider!"
Yaoying took a deep breath and clenched the reins with her fingers.
"I really don't know anything. I'm just an outsider. I don't know what secrets are hidden between the general, the regent and the Buddha's son, and I won't explore it. The general has known the regent for more than 20 years, and I can't get along with the regent. Just a few months."
She raised her eyelashes and stared straight at Bi Su without blinking.
"Then, dare to ask the general, has the Prince Regent killed an innocent person indiscriminately since he practiced martial arts?"
Bi Su was speechless.
"Over the years, when the Prince Regent went wrong in his practice, did he hurt anyone?"
Bi Su remained silent.
Yao Ying's voice was calm: "Since you have never seen him hurt anyone, why do you keep your hands on the hilt of the knife whenever you see him these days, ready to take action at any time? Why do you all look on your face when you see the tragic death of the caravan. Painful, leaving others alone to go up the mountain?"
She raised her voice a little higher: "Ashi Nabiso, you doubt Sultan, don't you?"
Bi Suo looked at Yaoying and was speechless for a long time.
Yaoying stared at him with a stubborn expression. Because of her anxiety, her cheeks were faintly flushed, her temples were ruffled by the wind, and the tip of her nose was red.
She really cares about the regent.
Bi Suo closed her eyes, her face was no longer the danger Langdang who always wore a somewhat casual and playful smile, and there was a lingering pain in her brows.
He let out a long sigh.
"Prince Regent's practice is very special. If he is not careful, he will backlash. At light, he will hurt himself. At worst, he will go into trouble.
Bi Suo lowered her head and looked at the knife that Master handed over to him.
"Princess, Yuanjue told me that the Prince Regent showed signs of being attacked by the exercises a few days ago, so he has a weird temperament these days. He is going in this direction. I calculated the time, and he will pass the mountain road early this morning."
The mountain wind is blowing wildly, and the goose feather snow is rustling.
Bi Suo said in a trembling voice: "The long sword used by the regent is a common saber in the army."
Yuanjue on the side was trembling all over, and the circles of his eyes were even more red.
Yaoying wiped the snow on her face, her expression was calm, and her eyes were black and shining like lacquer.
"So what?"
Bi Su was stunned.
The cold wind was like a knife, it was chilling to the bone, Yaoying shivered in the wind, and said word by word: "All guards wear long knives, there is no evidence, you did not see the regent hurting people with your own eyes, just guessing , how can you conclude that the murderer is him? He is now being attacked by the practice, and his temperament is uncertain. You doubt him indiscriminately. If you anger him, wouldn't the misunderstanding between you deepen?"
Bi Suo was speechless for a while, and was silent for a while, then tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Does the princess trust the regent so much?"
Yaoying raised her hand and brushed her hair.
"On the way to Gaochang, once we passed a cliff, a horse was frightened and slipped down the plank road, almost throwing the personal soldier on the horse's back down the mountain. The regent saved the personal soldier."
Sultan Gu was at the back of the team at a distance. When the incident happened, his figure flew over and rescued the personal soldier.
"After the personal soldiers escaped... The Regent didn't leave."
Yaoying looked into Bi Suo's blue eyes, "He reached out of the plank road, comforted the frightened horse, and rescued the horse that was about to fall into the valley."
It's just a horse, not worth the risk of falling off a cliff and shattering your bones.
Sultan was saved.
He was full of murderous aura, but his swordsmanship implied compassion.
Yaoying said firmly: "I believe that the regent, even if he can't control himself due to the backlash from the practice, he will not kill innocent civilians indiscriminately."
Bi Su's expression shook.
Yaoying went on to analyze: "Also, the regent's swordsmanship is precise, and if he really wants to kill, it must be a one-shot kill, and he will not deliberately torture. The general looked closely at the corpses, and the stab wounds were scattered everywhere, and the horses and camels didn't look like a person. hand down."
Bi Suo and Yuanjue looked at each other and exchanged glances.
They were only worried about Sultangu and did not dare to look at those corpses.