Chapter 52

Qin Shan's sword.

Learned from Xiao Yiran when he was a child, he was the nameless sword of a mad swordsman.

Entering the palace when he was young, the emperor and the tactics made him understand what a ruthless sword is.

After being trapped in Wuminggu, Qin Shan had a sudden realization of the sword of sentiment when he tempered his mind like a day for three years.

However, whether it is nameless, ruthless, or sentimental, and condensed for more than ten years, what Qin Shan has learned is no longer the one or two moves on the sword spectrum, and the sword is not just a weapon in his hand.

Qin Shan, himself is the most advantageous sword move.

Almost as soon as they played, Helian realized the difference. Generally, sword practitioners always treat the sword as a sharp weapon. The determination can hurt people, but the utensils have no spirit. As for Qin Shan, he turned himself into a sword, and his heart moved at will. The sword in his hand was faster than anyone else, and he was better at adapting himself than anyone.

Because what Qin Shan was holding was not an artifact, but his own soul. After dozens of rounds, Heliancheng gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Good, good, good!"

He Liancheng laughed three times, "Qin Shan, you really didn't disappoint me!"

In the face of setbacks, he became more wary. Only this kind of enemy, and only this kind of Qin Shan, is worthy of his personal action, so that he can have the supreme pleasure of conquering.

He Liancheng's subordinates retreated to the side, and did not order them not to trespass into the two to fight. This caused Qin Shan to be outnumbered for a while, but he did not fall behind. However, Qin Shan knew that He Liancheng had subordinates and later moves, but behind him, he had nothing.

Only a quick fight!

He lifted the long sword, turned and stab at Helian Chengxin. Qin Shan's footwork was surprisingly fast, but He Liancheng was well prepared, and after three steps in a row, he fought off with his sword hilt. However, he still underestimated this sword. The sword was blocked, but the inner strength on the long sword gathered and did not disperse. It struck Heliancheng's arm like a sharp weapon, leaving a deep bloody mouth in the skin and flesh wound.

The injured He Liancheng smiled and said, "Want to take me? It's not that easy!"

Of course it is not easy. Qin Shan just wants to delay as much as possible. The longer he drags here, he will be able to leave Yan Mobei and the others more alive. As for himself——

"Still thinking of your companions?"

He Liancheng saw through his mind and sneered: "Qin Shan, when did you become so indecisive and short-sighted. Or do you think I would chase you alone and let your companions run away?"

Qin Shan shook his heart and looked up at him.

"Don't worry, those who follow you will naturally be dealt with by others." Helian enlightened the truth, and at the same time attacked Qin Shan, "Rather than thinking about that, you should think about how to deal with me!"

He once again gathered his internal strength that year, and it was a bit stronger than last time. But Qin Shan accidentally exposed his horse's feet in a daze, and He Liancheng caught a dead spot and stabbed it with his sword unceremoniously!

"heads up--!"

A sharp weapon flashed over his head, swished and brought down a few fallen leaves, and an arrow pierced deeply into the tree, only a few inches from the person under it.

Yan Xiaobei pulled the people and said annoyed: "Do you want to be nailed into a sieve?"

Pu Cunxi knew that he was wrong, but he stubbornly said: "I just want to see if I can give them some drugs along the wind. After all, there are too many people chasing us."

There are too many people chasing them.

Yan Xiaobei glanced behind him and clenched his fists.

After Qin Shan went to distract He Liancheng, they thought that there would be no more threats, but Yan Xiaobei only wanted to quickly move these people to a safe place, and then go back to help Qin Shan. On this group of chasing soldiers.

This group of Xiqiang soldiers seemed to have been lying in ambush here early, and they chased up as soon as they saw them. The other party had a large number of people, but they didn't seem to be in a hurry to catch them. Instead, they teased and teased like a cat and a mouse, until the end was humiliated and killed.

And in the opponent's army, someone shouted: "The people inside! If you come out obediently and surrender, you can get a whole body! Don't expect Qin Shan to come back to save you, he is too busy to take care of it, it's too late! , I personally sent his head to the king's birthday banquet! Hahahahaha."

With fear and anger in Qingtian's eyes, "Why are the Xiqiang people here? Why do they know this?"

Judging from that shout, the other party obviously knew that Qin Shan's purpose was to assassinate King Xiqiang. But the problem is, only a few of them know this news, who leaked it out? Qingtian's suspicious eyes swept over the surrounding people, staying on Yan Mobei.

Before he had time to say anything, it became clear that the master Amitabha interrupted Qing Tian's angry gaze at Yan Mobei: "The matter is over, no amount of investigation will help. What's more, in order to protect himself, the true betrayer will not remain until now. Those who are in danger with us. Little benefactor, don't be angry."

Yan Xiaobei smiled and said, "Zhe keeps you safe? Not only that. This person who leaked the news must have colluded with the Xiqiang people early in the morning, and I am afraid that he was a rape in the beginning."

"What do you think of?" Qing Tian stared at him closely, "Isn't it you who is most suspicious here? General Xiqiang."

"I am not twelve this year." Yan Xiaobei blinked, "I don't know any generals."

"you!"

Qing Tian couldn't understand him pretending to be silly, but was stopped again.

The old monk said: "Let's go."

Yan Xiaobei and Qing Tian who were venting their emotions were taken aback, Pu Cunxi also looked at him.

"Although the soldiers in Xiqiang are crowded and powerful, the mountains and forests here are nowhere near the city. There are no gates and walls, and they can escape everywhere." He said clearly, "As long as someone stops them for a while, you will have a chance to leave here." As he said, he paused, "After leaving this place, go to the nearest border town of Daqi, the donor Qin will definitely reconcile with you there."

"How do you know?" Yan Xiaobei couldn't help refuting, "Brother Shan didn't say a word to you when he left. And if you stay here, don't you die?"

He smiled clearly, his smile seemed to be determined, with a touch of relief, and with a tolerance of looking at the younger generation's unreasonable troubles.

Some things, not to say, are clearer than to say.

It's like Qin Shan went to danger to delay Helian's success for everyone's safety.

It was like Qin Weitang regarded death as home, and escaped from the black city with this group of monks.

Just like at this time, the monks who had finally escaped from their birth, did not plan to leave again, but did their final mission here.

Following the clear words, the monks removed the headgear and camouflage from the beginning, neatly arranged their monk clothes, and then took the wooden branches that they picked up on the road or were broken from the branches. Used as a weapon. Turning back to the mountain, facing the darkness.

The Buddha is forbidden to kill, so the monks have always had only wooden sticks. At this moment, these monks didn't even have a wooden stick in their hands, but just a few branches and gravel. And in a while, they will rely on these to block nearly a hundred Xiqiang soldiers almost defenselessly. This is taking his own flesh and blood and hitting the enemy's sword and axe.

I said it again, "You go, let us here."

The monk behind him, whether young or old, has the same expression on his face, a kind of calmness, and he doesn't seem to be afraid of life or death.

Even Yan Mobei, who always seemed indifferent to others, was somewhat dumb at this time.

"Amitabha Buddha, life and death have their own way, and the common people cannot be unified. The donor only looks at one but not the other. How can he know that if he goes to death like this, why not go to life?" Turning around, some slumped backs faced them, Waved.

Yan Xiaobei wanted to say something, but was held back by Pu Cunxi. This old man, who had never had the slightest idea and was always holding back, actually stopped him at this moment.

"We have to go, don't forget the mission Qin Shan entrusted to you."

This sentence made Yan Mobei speechless to refute. The few Qin Weitang guards escorted them away, and the monks became farther and farther away until they could no longer be seen. When they climbed halfway up the mountain, they finally heard the sound of killing from the foot of the mountain. It was the sound of Xiqiang people slaughtering excitedly. And in it, there seemed to be a few unclear Buddhist sounds. And all the voices gradually weakened, and in the end there were only a few horror sounds occasionally, reminding them that the danger was behind them. And most of those who stayed in the dangerous situation were already ill-fated.

Qingtian couldn't help but red eyes.

Wei Shisi, who had been following him, suddenly said, "The Shaolin Temple has an Arhat formation, so it will not be easily broken."

Qingtian's eyes lit up, but Wei Fourteen said, "But the Xiqiang people are ten times as large as them, and it is clear that the master can only delay for us for a moment or three..."

After a quarter or three, the surviving monks went to their lives, and they were still on the way to escape.

No one spoke on the way.

After this, Yan Xiaobei beheaded the Xiqiang soldiers who were chasing a small road, and the group finally escaped from the black city. Until the last high mountain, Yan Xiaobei looked back on the top of the mountain and saw the morning sun leaping from the depths of the clouds.

Its daybreak.

But he always seemed to feel that the chase of the Xiqiang people was still behind him, and the backs of those who left them were still in front of him.

"Let's go." Pu Cunxi sighed beside him, "I will come back later and set up a monument for them."

Yan Xiaobei did not answer. He was thinking about a problem that trapped him like a predicament, making him unable to move forward in the mist of mind.

——Why are there some people in the world who are willing to regard the lives of others or other things as more important than their own?

Yan Xiaobei didn't understand, and was more afraid.

He was afraid that Qin Shan was like this, he was afraid that one day he would never see him again because of this, and he was even more afraid that this day would come too fast, and he was far from ready.

This fear has been shrouded in his heart, getting deeper and deeper, unable to let go.

They waited for two days in the border town. Yan Xiaobei kept guarding at the gate of the city. He looked at the end of the road without a smile, his eyes looked expectant but timid. Everyone passing by is like stepping on his heart, letting him hope, and letting him down, burning his heart.

Until the third day, a person appeared in the field of vision. He seemed to be lame on one foot, staggering, almost relying on the sword to support him, and he walked step by step to this border city.

Yan Xiaobei rushed over almost instantly and hugged the bloody and ragged man.

The man raised his head, saw his eyes, and called out.

"Little North."