Fu Canglu

Chapter 103 The Death of Mr. Yi

Yi Xiao made a simple disguise for Ming Zhuer, and the two of them made some appearance decorations, gathered Ming Zhuer's long hair, and put on a large black robe.

"Big brother, where are we going?" Ming Zhu'er pursed her lips, watching Yi Xiao arrange her makeup.

Yi Xiao thought about this question on the way here.

Now the best option is to go north.Quanyang Pass in the north is sparsely populated, and the place close to Beiyuan is sparsely populated. If you can avoid Luoyang all the way, and then go north to Beiguan, it will be like a fish entering the sea. Even Senluo Dao will find it difficult to find yourself.

There is another option, which is to go straight to the east. During the period of war among the Eight Great Powers, Alchemy Su hid in Dongguan Mountain and planted a medicine garden by himself.

Li Changge promised to send himself a hundred miles away from Fengting.

The disciple of Fengxue Yincheng said that the female King of Hades cannot catch up, and that His Royal Highness of Sen Luo Dao, no matter how cultivated he is, he will definitely not be able to catch up.

But if it's over a hundred miles.

Yi Xiao took a deep breath.

What he has to face is not just the female Hades.

Wei Huang's black armor's suppression, Sen Luodao's pursuit, and Heixiu's assassination.

Qiliang Tianque's golden nanmu carriage with hidden evil intentions.

And the major forces hidden in the dark.

"Where are you going?" Seeing Yi Xiao's dazed expression, Ming Zhu'er waved her slender white and weak hands in front of His Highness's eyes, interrupting Yi Xiao's thoughts.

"Go to Beiyuan." Yi Xiao took a deep breath and said, "Longji Snow Mountain."

Can you escape to the Longji Snow Mountain?

His Highness smiled wryly, rubbed the dazed little girl, knelt down, and asked softly, "Is that sword intent still there?"

Pearl nodded.

She said in a soft voice, "Big Brother, don't be afraid of danger. Master gave Mingzhu'er a lot of medicines, many, many."

Yi Xiao patted her little head, smiled and didn't speak.

Time to go.

The night is getting dark, approaching midnight.

Two figures in black sneaked out from Tianxiang Casino.

Along the way, Yi Xiao could even feel cold sweat oozing from Mingzhu'er's little hands, and she was holding her tightly and refused to let go.

A dark alley within one mile of Fengbozhuang.

The carriage seemed to have been waiting for some time.

This carriage was extremely hidden in the darkness, the groom was a young man in white, the extremely tall black horse lowered its head and dared not make a sound beside the groom.

With a slight smile on his face, Li Changge waved for Yi Xiao and Ming Zhuer to get into the car.In the compartment, Princess Longque sat quietly, with a lacquered sword sheath across her lap.

Yi Xiao and Ming Zhuer got into the carriage.

Wei Lingshan slowly opened his eyes, and watched two men in black, one big and one small, get into the carriage, but he said calmly, "There are still 5 minutes left in the ion time. Wait 5 minutes."

Yi Xiao frowned.

"Do we have to wait until midnight?" Yi Xiao was puzzled, but Wei Lingshan didn't seem to want to explain too much, she slowly closed her eyes, and said calmly, "Wait for 5 minutes before leaving."

5 minutes passed extremely slowly.

Mid hour.

Li Changge drove away, the black horse raised its head in silence, and stepped softly on the bluestone slab of Fengting City.

Inside the carriage.

Ming Zhuer suddenly felt Yi Xiao shaking her hand.

His Highness raised his head, stared at Wei Lingshan in white, and spoke word by word.

"Is it the old Duan's idea?"

The dragon finch slightly frowned and hummed.

"He's crazy! Do you want to die?" Yi Xiao lowered his voice as much as possible, with blue veins on his forehead, and said, "You have Luoyang's heart to open the way, so you don't need him to lure the enemy!"

Wei Lingshan opened his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and his gaze stayed on Mingzhu'er.

"Do you know how many people are going to kill you?"

Wei Lingshan said softly: "Wei Huang wants to kill that Mr. Yi, who in the world does not want to contribute to Wei Huang? I do have the heart of Luoyang, and I can send you out of Fengting City without any harm. But how far can this carriage go? ?Even a senior brother can only protect you for a hundred miles. After the Xiwang rebellion, the Northern Wei Dynasty experienced an unprecedented cleansing, lacking a lot of fresh blood, and I don’t know how many people want to step on the bones to rise to power.”

"Do you think that what they care about is the 1 taels of gold?" Princess Longque said softly, "They want you to die, you, Mr. Yi, must die today."

Yi Xiao clenched her fists in a daze.

His voice was extremely bitter, and said: "I"

Ming Zhuer watched His Highness clenched his teeth, unable to speak.

Finally, he closed his eyes tightly, and the veins on his forehead disappeared.

Wei Lingshan didn't sigh, but said softly: "Sending you a hundred miles is already the limit of senior brother. After this one hundred miles, you have to rely on yourself. The further north you go, the more difficult it is to find."

Yi Xiao didn't speak.

He was a little absent-minded, and wanted to lift the curtain to take a look outside.

But he can't.

He could only grit his teeth in a daze.

How many crazy opportunities can a person have in his life?
Duan Mingsheng drove a carriage crazily through the wind and sand in Fengting City of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

As soon as the carriage, which apparently traded in golden nanmu, left Fengting City, it meant that His Royal Highness, the incomparably noble little prince of Qi Liang, began to flee to Qi Liang.

In the dark night of Fengting City, with the wind and sand blowing southward, Lao Duan's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

There were sixteen shocking scars on his body. Under the driving technique of opening and closing, the scars continued to crack and blood oozes.

Wearing a hat, the man frantically headed south.

The wind and sand in the dark night were too strong, and he couldn't see clearly what kind of madness was in his eyes.

The horse roared and roared furiously, and its feet stepped on the yellow sand. The heavy carriage behind it seemed to be out of joint.

He wanted to get rid of the pursuers behind him.

The man in the hat took a deep breath.

He didn't dare look back.

The carriage was driven out by him, and from that moment on, he had no chance of turning back.

This is a desperate plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

He wanted to drag that carriage to the north, and with the strength of that Yincheng disciple, he was able to travel hundreds of miles at night, and those who chased him out of the city to the south would have no chance to go north.

Old Duan clenched his teeth, and bloodstains appeared on his lips.

The wind and sand suddenly rise!

In the dark night, the sound of a crossbow bolt piercing through the air came suddenly, and the silver crossbow bolt flashed a bleak light in the dark night.

Old Duan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he slashed down with the long sword in his hand, cutting off the crossbow bolt.

The sky was full of wind and sandstorms.

Several silver and white crossbow arrows streaked across the chilling light!
The horse jumped high, and the crossbow bolt was nailed to the heavy carriage, but unexpectedly it just sank into the tip of the arrow and could not pass through.

A few black shadows followed the carriage silently within a range of several tens of feet, and the crossbow arrows shot through the wind and sand, and their figures quickly stuck together.

"Just because a few black-sleeved minions want to catch up with Lao Tzu?" Old Duan spat hard, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm in the wind and sand, squinted his eyes and looked back, and saw a few black shadows in the wind and sand .

The horse I was driving was extremely hot-tempered and psychic by nature. With these few low-level killers alone, even if it was chased until dawn, it would not be able to catch up.

Lao Duan lowered his hat and continued driving.

The sound of crossbow arrows piercing through the air continued to be heard.

Dozens of crossbow bolts were densely nailed to the carriage.

Those figures in black followed Lao Duan's carriage silently, even if the fierce horse tried its best, it couldn't shake off their pursuit like maggots attached to bones.

He waited in silence.

Waiting for the arrival of those who can really kill.

Suddenly, an unprecedented light burst out from the pupils under the hat!
"coming!"

The old Duan gave a loud shout, and the whole person soared into the air, his blood was raised to the peak, and the long sword at his waist was unsheathed, piercing the night!
A figure in white clothes flitted across the yellow sand. That figure's movement was extremely strange, like an egret flapping its wings.
Two sword lights slashed at each other!

Lao Duan roared wildly, his eyes were red, his body was thrown out of control, and he fell into the yellow sand. The broken sword was thrown out of his hand, and then stuck in his hand.

The white-clothed figure drifted and settled, with a calm face.

Lao Duan, who fell on the yellow sand, coughed out a mouthful of blood, smiled, and looked at Mu Fengbai, the egret sword known as one of the Four Swordsmen of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Mu Fengbai narrowed his eyes, frowned and looked around the carriage.

Then he raised his hand with a sword, and the sword light burst out, and the two front legs of the fierce horse were cut off amidst the roar, and the high head fell heavily to the ground with snorting.

Old Duan stood up slowly leaning on the broken sword.

The man was covered in blood.

Just now, under the blow of the sword, sixteen scars were torn apart, and the pain pierced the heart.

He could still laugh.

"Mu Fengbai, you really came."

Old Duan was trembling all over.

He grinned at the clean figure in white clothes: "You want the son to die that much?"

Mu Fengbai didn't answer, he quietly looked at the heavy but silent carriage, laughed at himself, and said, "I've been chasing you for so long, I never thought it would be a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain."

The man threw away the ordinary long sword that was bent out of shape due to the confrontation.

Mu Fengbai said seriously: "He destroyed my egret. So I must kill him."

Old Duan nodded: "The sword of the rivers and lakes is better than surrender. There is nothing wrong with killing him."

"Where is he now?" Mu Fengbai said lightly, "I can't catch up with him now. But as long as you tell him his whereabouts, I can spare you."

Lao Duan watched circle after circle of black shadows surrounding the yellow sand.

"These people are all people who want to kill His Royal Highness?" Old Duan coughed twice, his body trembling slightly.

Circle after circle.

Except for the black-sleeved killer who walks silently in the yellow sand.

There is also a battalion of about 400 black armored light cavalry.

The old man grinned.

He took off his hat, raised his head and said to Mu Fengbai: "If you let me go, will these people let me go?"

Mu Fengbai smiled and said, "It only takes me a word, and they will let you go."

The old Duan sighed thoughtfully.

Then he put on the hat again, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice, "I have two requests."

Mu Fengbai's white clothes swayed wildly in the strong wind in the dark night.

This Northern Wei swordsman had a very good temper and excellent self-cultivation, he quietly waited for Lao Duan to speak.

Seeing the white clothes fluttering in the yellow sand, Lao Duan said calmly.

"First, kill all these disgusting black-sleeved rats."

Mu Fengbai narrowed his eyes.

The man in white slowly raised a hand.

Those black-clothed figures dormant in the yellow sand were terrified, and then their bodies were pierced by the light cavalry spears.

Hanging high in the yellow sand in the wind court.

The moonlight was dim.

Bloody.

The old Duan looked a little heavy, and he couldn't help but sighed: "This is the Sixteen Character Battalion in Xiguan? It really is a country's important weapon, and it can be reused."

Then he looked at the man in white with a calm face.

Si Jianzi of the Northern Wei Dynasty was an extremely talented figure in the Jianghu.

However, Master Guoshi once said that within ten years at the most, the four swordsmen of the Northern Wei Dynasty who were already famous all over the world would be worshiped under Cao Zhixuan's ruling and opposition forces in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and would become the new all-powerful enemy on the battlefield.This egret swordsman in white was able to drive a battalion of black armor with a wave of his arm, and he had already mastered the military power of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Mu Fengbai looked at the man in the blood-stained hat, and said, "The second request."

Old Duan smiled with great satisfaction as he looked at the blood-stained corpses that had been picked up by the spear point and hung high under the moon.

He waved to the man in white.

"Come closer." Old Duan grinned, leaning on the broken sword to support his blood-stained body, precariously on the verge of falling.

Mu Fengbai was unmoved.

Old Duan shook his head helplessly, and jokingly said, "You dare not approach me? The dignified Four Swordsmen of the Northern Wei Dynasty dare not approach a crippled man?"

Mu Fengbai looked at the heavy carriage glowing with black iron, then waved his hand.

Hei Jia retreated ten feet, leaving a huge space neatly.

Then Mu Fengbai smiled and walked over.

"A little closer."

Old Duan leaned on the broken sword, panting a bit.

He moved closer to Mu Fengbai's ear.

"I have one more request."

"Can you go to hell with me?"

Mu Fengbai's pupils shrank slightly.

Lao Duan roared instantly, and the sword in his hand slashed out!

Then the white robe raised one hand very swiftly, twisted the sword with two fingers, broke the sword in an instant, and slapped the sword body with one hand, while the other hand twisted the severed sword and pushed it into the chest of the man in the hat.

Heart broken.

There was a streak of blood splashed on the face of the white robe.

Mu Fengbai looked at the man in the hat very calmly.

Old Duan also looked at the man in white calmly.

He grinned.

Then fell heavily on the ground.

The pool of blood is scarlet, constantly seeping into the yellow sand.

Mu Fengbai shook his head.

"The final trump card is just a broken sword." Mu Fengbaifeng lightly tossed a broken sword, looked at the fallen man, and sighed softly: "I thought it was the carriage. "

Qi Liang Guoshi Yuan Tiangang is good at writing talismans, and the detonating talismans on the military field are extremely rare. They will be triggered when they are stimulated. Practitioners up to the eighth-rank level.It's a pity that the power of the ninth-rank powerhouse is out of the body, and no amount of detonating charms can hurt him at all.

Mu Fengbai turned around slowly, ready to leave.

Then he glanced indifferently at the hat that flew out of the blood-stained sand.

There was a yellowed talisman stuck there.

Mu Fengbai frowned slightly.

His body paused slightly, and then his expression froze.

The yellow sand under his feet revealed a yellow detonating symbol.

The yellow sand is flying.

Mu Fengbai's complexion changed drastically.

The curtain of the car was blown up by the strong wind, and countless yellowed talismans fluttered up.

Lao Duan fell to the ground, his mind blurred.

He lightly tapped his fingers and pinched a talisman under the yellow sand.

He squatted in the yellow sand outside Fengting City for seven days.

Seven full days.

How many detonators were buried.

"Too many to count." The man's teeth were stained with blood, and he smiled inarticulately.

"Anyway, this life is worth it."

Those trembling hands clenched the detonating talisman tightly.

The hat trembled slightly in the air.

"boom!"

"Boom boom boom!!"

Yellow sand was flying all over the sky, mixed with exploded cavalry and blood clots.

In the south of Fengting City, wind and sand blew violently, and the bloody smell shot up to the sky for three hundred miles.

The aftermath of this huge explosion even swept across several miles, reaching the gate of Fengting City.

The carriage that was about to leave the city gate and go north paused slightly.

Wei Lingshan opened his eyes and looked at the boy in black sitting across from him.

That huge roar was like the wrath of the sky.

Yi Xiao's energy was taken away by the roar.

he murmured softly.

"Old Duan."

That man has been buried in the yellow sand all over the sky.

Eternal isolation.

The Northern Wei dragon bird was taken away by the roar.

It's been a long time.

Wei Lingshan spoke softly.

Five words: "Can sing. Can't cry."

(End of this chapter)