In the sunset, thousands of miles to the west.
The wounded Timur fled northward while being chased by Sanniang and Ying Wu, gradually approaching his Golden Wolf King's court.
Obviously, the Royal Court would not send out all its troops, and some strong men would stay behind to avoid being stabbed in the back. Among the strong men, there were also some hidden Earth Rankings. If they could be supported, Timur would at least have time to catch his breath and get rid of Sanniang and Yingwu who were clinging to him like sticky candy.
We'll figure it out then.
The Royal Court can be seen in the distance ahead, and one can sense that the military is still in good order, and has not been affected by the chaos ahead. This is normal, how fast they fled from the battle of the Imperial Realm, the defeat ahead has not yet been reported here...
Just as he was thinking this, Changsheng's sky collapsed.
The wind and clouds changed dramatically, the energy was flowing, and almost the entire grassland saw the moment when the Holy Mountain Wolf turned into a giant dragon and soared into the sky. Zhao Changhe's message reached everyone's ears.
The royal court was in chaos instantly.
Timur's heart skipped a beat, and just as he slowed down, the space in front of him felt sluggish again.
Ying Wu was secretly casting spells again to block his retreat.
Timur swept wildly in anger, and the space twisted and shattered. "Ying Wu, you are at most a little bit of a Hu-Han. You are neither a subordinate of Zhao Changhe, nor do you have an irreconcilable grudge with this Khan. Why do you have to kill us all? Do you really want to be a dog for the fake Han?"
Ying Wu almost laughed out loud: "How can the Khan say such childish things... If you don't kill the snake, you will suffer from it. The Khan understands this principle better than me. I have done everything this time. Once the Khan is free in the future, my brotherhood will have no defenses in the Western Regions and will be the first to be burned to death by the Khan. So I will not be able to sleep well until the Khan is dead."
“You fucking bastard…” Timur thrust his spear backwards viciously, and the strong energy that penetrated the space rushed straight towards Ying Wu.
He actually allowed Sanniang's snake whip to wrap around his body and couldn't let Ying Wu have an easy life!
Ying Wu's smiling expression disappeared, and suddenly a golden copper coin appeared in his hand.
The next moment, golden light became brighter and money flew out from the sky, breaking into the strong energy and reaching the tip of the spear.
This is his unique skill. Money can communicate with the gods and wealth can break the qi. In fact, it is also used in combination with the power of space... If Zhao Changhe was watching here, he would probably shout "Fuck, what a throw of the dice" again...
In short, the effect was no less than Qiankun Yizhai. Timur, who considered himself a warrior, had never seen such an inexplicable special property. Although the force was weaker than his own, it broke into his indestructible energy without any hindrance. With a "clang", the eye of the money happened to be on the tip of the spear. In an instant, a strange force clamped the war spear, and all the energy was trapped in a bound space, and it couldn't break out!
But the money penetrated the qi but did not completely offset it, and the qi still rushed towards Ying Wu. He waved his hand to block it, and the whole person was covered in blood and fell backwards.
With the spear restricted in this way, Sanniang's snake whip had already trapped Timur in layers, as if she wanted to capture him alive.
In fact, once you are really entangled, you will lose your life.
Timur's internal energy exploded, shaking off the snake whip, and Xuanwu's heavy punch came to his face again. Timur also returned a punch, and he and Sanniang collided together again.
At this moment, several more spear shadows suddenly rushed up and stabbed Sanniang's side. They were the strongest warriors in the royal court. Seeing the Khan fighting hard in the air, they came to support him.
"Bang!" The two punches collided, and blood flowed from the corner of Sanniang's mouth. Timur was obviously in a worse situation. He was already injured, and what he didn't expect was that in terms of the strength of his punches, this woman who seemed to only know how to pester and defend herself was actually more powerful than him!
The Fist of Black Tortoise is the second most powerful!
The energies collided violently, and both sides fell down. Several spears stabbed Sanniang at the same time. The faint shadow of tortoise shell emerged from around her body, but no spear could hurt her at all.
The defense of Xuanwu is unparalleled in the world.
However, there was clearly nothing on Timur's side, but as he spurted blood and fell, he felt a strong sense of alarm in his heart, and even his hair stood on end.
Yue Hongling, who was sitting cross-legged in the secret realm of Changshengtian, suddenly opened his eyes, and a sword light flashed in his eyes.
That was the sword energy she had buried near the royal court. She originally thought it would have no effect, but unexpectedly she saw such a fierce battle here.
The sun sets in the west and the sword light suddenly rises.
An extremely sharp sword light appeared out of nowhere and pierced through Timur's back!
Timur was completely baffled. Even if it was an ambush by the Snow Owl, there would be traces to follow, right? What the hell was this? It was like the setting sun in the sky, just falling here, so natural, without any trace, but with deadly murderous intent.
He had just been knocked away by Sanniang and was bleeding. How could he have the ability to defend against such an inexplicable attack!
The sword energy penetrated directly into the back of the heart, came out from the front of the chest, and disappeared.
Timur let out a painful roar, staggered and turned in another direction, bypassing the chaotic royal court and fleeing to the northeast, spilling blood all the way.
Sanniang whipped the powerful king's court warrior who attacked her and beat him to pieces. She also vomited blood. Temur was indeed worthy of being the best in the world, and she was also seriously injured.
Turning to look at Ying Wu, who was covered in blood, he simply spread out his arms and legs and lay on the grassland. Seeing Sanniang looking at him, he grinned and said, "I have no strength left, but it's okay. Since your man controls the Wolf Mountain, he can see the flow of his energy. He will make arrangements, just trust him."
Sanniang sat down hard in the distance: "Thank you for this time..."
Ying Wu smiled slightly: "You and I are brothers, it's meaningless to talk about this... After this matter, I need Zhao Changhe's help, will he help?"
Sanniang sighed: "I knew you had bad intentions."
"How can you say that? I have always been investing in him, and investment must have a return..."
… …
Zhao Changhe stood on the altar, watching the changing weather in the sky.
One can vaguely sense another piece of sky in it, which is the so-called "Eternal Heaven", which is actually a part of the heaven.
And the "Tao" connected through this sky - the trend of the world being one and the heavenly way being complete.
Zhao Changhe thought he would be able to sense the blind man's presence, but he didn't.
When her main body is not around, she is not there... She is not the Way of Heaven, omnipresent. She is still far from this step... She is indeed not the Way of Heaven.
This was also the first time that Zhao Changhe knew clearly whether the blind woman was there or not when he couldn't see her... and captured her presence and absence.
The blind man was not around, but she existed, in Hangu Pass. And the so-called Heavenly Dao did not seem to exist... It was fragmented and could not form a concrete image. But with the battle of Fenglangjuxu, that fragmented feeling began to gradually heal, and there was a kind of introduction to completeness.
You can clearly feel that the Qi channels inside and outside the pass are converging into one. It is invisible and intangible. After all, the trend is just a trend and needs to be guided and grasped... but the feedback is very obvious.
He could even feel what he should do if he wanted to replace the Eternal God and become the faith of the grassland... The path was very clear.
Of course, there is no need to do this. If we have to do it, it shouldn’t be Changshengtian. We should let the grassland believe in Yedi.
Coming back to his senses, Zhao Changhe turned around to look at the grassland elites who were kneeling all over the mountains and let out a long sigh.
He could see that Timur was stabbed by Hong Ling's pre-buried sword energy from a thousand miles away. This was truly the girl of destiny. She was just a little bit away from taking the enemy chief's head from a thousand miles away... Now it could barely be counted as such. Timur's energy was completely observed and captured by Zhao Changhe at this moment. As long as she was still in Mobei, she could not escape his pursuit.
It can also be seen that the Golden Wolf Army suffered heavy casualties under the pursuit of Batu and Wu Weiyang. Huangfu Yongxian's large force is advancing, and the vanguard can already see the royal court.
The Golden Horde, which had dominated the grasslands for more than 30 years, was declared extinct, and the only remaining suspense was how it would end.
I have to say that the feeling of accomplishment at that moment was so explosive, more inspiring than any victory in a single fight. It was a nation's conquest, an achievement that will last for generations and will go down in history.
No wonder so many emperors devoted themselves to expanding their territory.
"Love."
"Hmm?" I don't know when it started, but I have become so accustomed to calling him Qing'er. Huangfu Qing stood behind him and looked at his back, and always felt that he was getting taller and taller, which made people excited.
It's really infuriating. Obviously, I made most of the arrangements for this battle, but why do I always feel that he is the core of it? Who is the commander-in-chief of the three armies... Zhao Changhe was saying, "I just said that these temple guards seem to be dissipated, but I can clearly feel that many tribes outside are not convinced and are even ready to make a move. The clouds and qi in all directions are in chaos."
Huangfu Qing laughed: "It's conceivable... For a long time, due to various factors such as transportation, the Middle Earth could not rule even if it defeated the grassland. At most, it could only control and comfort the grassland, which was more scattered than the Miao area. In their hearts, we will eventually go back, and after we go back, they will have a new Khan. Maybe our defeat of Timur, who has been a pressure on them, will be a good thing for some people, such as Vulture Fang."
Zhao Changhe whispered, "So you may have to work harder for a while. Lead the crowd to pick a few disobedient people and make an example of them... just like a vulture hunting for teeth."
Huangfu Qing smiled slightly: "That's what I meant. In fact, they didn't understand one thing..."
"Um?"
"The most critical thing in our war this time is not the artillery, nor is it our war plan, or the so-called Qi flow... The most critical thing is the change in transportation, which broke their war practices and caused misjudgments everywhere."
"Um."
"But this is not only reflected in war." Huangfu Qing said: "With the support of the storage box, we should be able to build cities and roads here and directly bring the grassland under the rule. Before, Xue Canghai was still talking about whether to transfer the population to the interior of the country. I think the population outside the country can be used now, and there is no need to move it around. In other words, the conventional thinking that we cannot directly rule the grassland is also different."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "I'm not an expert on these, just follow my instructions."
Huangfu Qing raised his gun and clasped his fists, saluting in a serious manner: "Let Xue Canghai guard the area around here for you. I will lead Shaozong and other light cavalry to the west, and I need to cooperate with my father to encircle and suppress the remnants of Timur... If there is any big tribe that will cause trouble as you said, it will only be on that side. This place is already useless."
After saying that, he sighed and stretched out his hand to straighten his bloodstained collar: "Just take good care of your wounds here and don't worry too much... The one who was hurt the most in this battle was Li Shentong, and the second one was you. If you don't take good care of yourself, I'm afraid your foundation will be damaged."
Zhao Changhe said: "You are also injured..."
Huangfu Qing smiled slightly: "My minor injury is nothing... If you want to help me heal my wound, then..."
She turned her head and looked around, and saw a group of stunned Blood God followers and the temple guards all over the mountains. There was some pride in her phoenix eyes, and she suddenly reached out and hugged Zhao Changhe's neck: "Kiss me."
Zhao Changhe readily hugged her slender waist. The touch of the cold armor gave him a more peculiar experience at this moment, and he kissed her fiercely.
On the top of the Langjuxu mountain, the sun was setting in the west and the wind was blowing and the clouds were moving.
The commander was not wearing a helmet, her ponytail was casually tied high, and she was kissing her beloved man on the top of this conquered mountain. The wind blew her ponytail high, and also blew her fiery red cape. The cold armor outlined her beautiful curves, and a long spear stood beside her, with a red tassel on the tip of the spear fluttering like fire.
The soldiers on both sides looked up, each with mixed feelings.
After a long while, Huangfu Qing pushed the man away, drew his spear, and turned back down the mountain: "Who in your temple can speak?"
An old shaman raised his head and said, "General..."
"No need to say more. If you are willing to surrender, the wounded will recuperate, and those who can move will follow me to fight. I need your shamans to accompany me to comfort and advise."
"… yes."
"The Blood God Cult will stay on the Holy Mountain to guard the captives and protect your Holy Son... The rest of the three armies will follow me westward!"
Zhao Changhe watched Huangfu Qing lead the crowd down the mountain. Xue Canghai's loud voice drove the wounded in the temple to the mountainside to set up tents and camp. The top of the mountain became deserted again. Yue Hongling slowly walked out of the secret realm at this time, standing beside him and tilting her head to look at him.
Zhao Changhe asked, "How does it feel to take the enemy chief's head from a thousand miles away?"
"It didn't succeed." Yue Hongling felt a little regretful.
"Almost..." Zhao Changhe laughed: "You said that the pre-buried sword energy was not used, and I think you are simply favored by God's destiny."
"Isn't this talking about you?"
"Me? My luck is concentrated in getting you."
Yue Hongling burst out laughing.
Zhao Changhe asked, "Why did you hide inside just now?"
"Sister Zhuque is the head coach, so I won't come out to steal the spotlight from her." Yue Hongling smiled mischievously: "It's so good now, you and I are side by side."
Zhao Changhe didn't say anything for a while. The two stood side by side on the top of the mountain and looked at the sea of clouds in the distance.
The sea of clouds at dusk was vast and orange-red, quite spectacular. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the clouds, casting a hazy halo on them. In the distance there was a river, with the setting sun and the sunset glowing in it, sparkling. A solitary wild goose flew by, and then disappeared in an instant.
Xue Canghai looked up from the foot of the mountain, and could only see two dark shadows facing the light. The scenery was bright and beautiful.
The two figures got closer and closer. Yue Hongling gently leaned on Zhao Changhe's shoulder and whispered, "This sunset glow is the bridal robe I will wear when I get married."
Zhao Changhe turned to look at her.
Yue Hongling didn't look up, her face was slightly flushed, "You said before... If you don't ask my master for marriage, you should ask the heaven and earth for marriage here on the top of Langjuxu Mountain. The fate of you and me holding hands with swords and riding horses on the yellow sand has been formed at this moment. The magnificent scene of the setting sun and the lonely wild geese reflecting the long river is our wedding candle. The blood of the enemy chief is our wedding wine."
Zhao Changhe turned around, lifted her chin, and asked in a low voice: "Then... what do you want to call me?"
If we meet again in the future, what will you call me
Yue Hongling looked up at him for a long time, her eyes sparkling: "Husband."
After the reunion in Xiangyang, Yue Hongling never mentioned leaving to travel alone, and always stayed by Zhao Changhe's side. But from that time on, her brilliance seemed to gradually fade away, from the brightest glow in the sky, into the clouds, dissolving into the sky, silently watching the changes in the world, swinging her sword as an auxiliary, becoming a link in the formation.
Many people in the world, including Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling themselves, would wonder if this was not suitable for her, and whether sooner or later she would end up on her own.
But it didn’t.
She is herself after all. Even if she is only a part of the formation, she can still play the most different role. Although her body is limited, this sword has no boundaries.
The only difference is that at that time the sword light was bright, but Yu Yu was walking alone in the desert sand, but now the sword light is retracted in the sheath, but the state of mind is peaceful and serene.
That means the wanderer has a home.
"We must have a home." She generously took Zhao Changhe's hand and turned to walk towards the secret realm: "Although you have eaten me up a long time ago... But I still feel that this is our bridal chamber."
Zhao Changhe also said: "I also feel that although it seems that I have done everything, it is only now that I have got you."
Yue Hongling chuckled: "My husband deserves it."
Although a blood-evil gem was picked out of the Changsheng Tianshen's spirit-gathering formation, it was only used to sharpen the blood and murderous intent. The overall spirit-gathering effect is still there and can be used after a little repair.
There was brilliant light everywhere, forming an independent space surrounded by clouds and mist.
Yue Hongling took Zhao Changhe's hand and walked inside slowly. The surroundings were covered with clouds, like a gauze curtain.
The sun has completely set and the mountaintop is completely silent.
For the first time, she took the initiative to untie Zhao Changhe's clothes, gently stroked the scars left by the lightning, and whispered, "I will help my husband heal his wounds."
I recommend a new book by an old author, "Longevity Begins with the Crimson Dao Seed", which is about longevity cultivation. Those who are interested in this subject can take a look.
(End of this chapter)