Chapter 106: Heroes laugh at Kunlun

Crushed stones, ruined walls, broken swords, defeated armors, the former prosperous king of Mobei is now a war and chaos, and no longer the old days of chariots and merchants, it has become a ruined city.
In the sky over Moyun, the remaining smoke curls up, and the sun and moon are dull.
Looking at the ancient roads in the suburbs, there are corpses everywhere, broken stones and dead trees, and sorrowful winds are everywhere. The willow wind blowing cold, mixed with sand and dust from the desert, blurred the outline of the sky, bringing a bit of deep desolation.
The horse is lightly dressed and the sword armor is bright. Ye Tianling and Wan Tuofeng ride into the city side by side. One is calm and calm, the other is easy to talk and laugh. His life and death are nothing more than blooming at the fingertips and withering instantly.
Qing Chen quietly followed Ye Tianling's side, silent all the way.
The entire city of Dana was extremely desolate under the wind and sand in the sky, and the breath permeated every inch, like a dead deep sea rolling up an undercurrent, quietly shrouding people. Under the half-dark smoke, the Turkic people at the foot of the wall lay on the cold ground like a deep sleep. You can almost see the eyebrows that used to laugh and curse, but there is no sound, no rest.
The sky is high and the earth is far away, life is like death, not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.
Before arriving at the camp, Qing Chen dismounted and stopped and turned around, her brows quietly enveloping her with a very faint melancholy, but the traces of sorrow that floated in the clear pupils of Jianshui grew thicker.
Ye Tianling had already taken a few steps, but found that Qing Chen hadn't followed and turned around to look for her. I saw her standing in place with Yun Cheng, her slender figure looked in the wind, she was a bit sad and tired, and he stretched out his hand to hold her: "What's wrong?"
Qing Chen was silent for a moment, looked up at him, and said slowly: "Four brother, I don't want to see Wan Tuo Shuo Feng slaughter the city again."
Ye Tian Ling's eyes were like cold stars, and Qingguang moved into her silent eyes. Later, he raised his hand and brushed her hair that was raised by the breeze, and said: "Okay, I see."
Qing Chen smiled slightly, slightly tired. The more she stayed the night, Tianling looked at the vast and silent Moyuan, and said softly: "If you kill evil, you will lose your fortune. The lives of this city are actually in my hands."
Ye Tianling frowned slightly: "Don't think about it, I will send you to rest first."
He sent Qing Chen into the camp and walked to the Shuai account alone, thinking of Qing Chen's words just now, his heart felt a little dull inexplicably.
"His Royal Highness!" Mingzhi approached him, bowed to salute, and took out a secret letter from his arms and handed it over, "The princess ordered us to track down Shao Xiubing and others in Tiandu secretly a few days ago, and now we are a little browful."
Ye Tianling opened the secret letter and looked up and scanned it, with a sharp glare in the bottom of his eyes, sneered and sneered: "Collaborating with the salt merchants and trafficking in private salt for military reasons, you are not brave." He handed the secret letter back to Mingzhi , Walking forward with his hand, "Send the letter back, and order Chu Yuanjing and others to impeach them immediately." After speaking, he changed his mind slightly. Chu Yuanjing's histories were not enough. It was easy to expose the matter. It still needs to bring down these celebrities. Take some effort. He pondered for a while, and then said to Ming: "Also, tell Mr. Mo, let him visit Chang Dinghou, inform him of this, and then try to get Qin Guogong to get the evidence in your hands."
Chang Ding Hou, who is old and spicy, has an upright nature and hates evil. Once he learns about it, he will never sit idly by. And Qin Guogong, who was at odds with Shao Xiubing in his early years because of the old things, had a deep grievance. If he were given this opportunity, would he ignore it?
Ming Zhi took down one by one, saying: "It's just that Gong Sicheng can't grasp it at all."
Ye Tianling smiled coldly: "Gong Sicheng? He acted cautiously, dripping water, but unfortunately his son is not up to date. In the past few years, the Yin family has only been able to take good care of him. This matter is not worth mentioning."
Mingzhi knew that he had planned, so he stopped talking, just smiled and said: "So the princess will not bother much."
"Well," Ye Tianling replied indifferently, "You will directly return to me in the future for this kind of thing, don't have to alarm her."
Mingzhi leaned over to respond, smiled secretly, and suddenly remembered something: "His Royal Highness, I just met Huang Wenshang. He said that there will be no need for so many musk and white sandalwood in the future. The princess asked not to use it in medicine."
Ye Tianling stopped and turned back, and asked, "Why?"
Ming Zhi said: "The subordinates are not very clear."
"Hmm." Ye Tian Ling Jian's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyes could be seen from a distance, thoughtfully.
The two were talking, Wan Tuo Shuofeng strode over, full of murderous aura, and when he saw Ye Tianling he said, "Catch Mujasha alive! Humph! It's not that you want to live, I will take his life!"
Ye Tianling turned and swept over him, smiling faintly: "Why, did you suffer?"
Wan Tuo Shuofeng frowned and snorted: "Deserving of the number one Turkic warrior, the bottom of his hand is really hard enough. If it is not poisoned, he may not be able to capture him alive. Now he is not bowing his head, and he is cursing in front.
"Let's go." Ye Tianling moved forward, suddenly turning around to insist on Ming, "Let Huang Wenshang come and see me in the account later."
In the middle of the huge schoolyard, Mu Chinsha was tied back to a thick wooden pole.
This man has a mighty figure and a dark complexion. Although his shirt is full of blood, it does not damage his sturdy momentum. At this time, he is full of fury and beard and hair, and he looks like a ghost and a violent fire.
With his hands and feet tied, he shouted aloud to show his anger. The soldiers around him could not speak Turkic, so even if they knew he was cursing, they didn't know what he was cursing. Wan Tuo Shuofeng's face was pale, and he couldn't help pressing his hand on the hilt of the knife. He couldn't bear it anymore. The killing intent in his deep eyes was cold, and he was about to attack when he saw it.
Ye Tianling heard Mu Chisha's words full of anger to reprimand Wan Tuo Shuofeng for betraying the Turks and being ungrateful. No wonder Wan Tuo Shuofeng was so annoyed that she turned her head and said, "Nangong Jing, they must have been waiting at the handsome account, you go first."
Knowing his good intentions, Wan Tuo Shuofeng suppressed the anger in his heart, raised his hand and bowed, without saying anything, and walked away.
Ye Tianling walked slowly into the school field, Mu Chinsha was already cursing vigorously, but suddenly saw someone walking towards him, his robe was like snow, his expression was like ice, those seemingly pale eyes coldly locked him down, actually let him There was a feeling of being pierced by a sharp arrow. He was taken aback for a moment, and stopped like that when he reached his mouth.
Ye Tianling stood still in front of him, and said quietly: "Are you Mujasha?"
Although Muzhisha has never seen Tianling overnight, he can still guess his identity by looking at this terrifying demeanor. When he sees him, he can speak Turkic and loudly say: "I am Muzhisha! You used sinister means to kill me. You are not a hero! We Turks look down on such people the most!"
He had expected that Ye Tianling would be furious, but a smile fluttered from the corner of Ye Tianling's cold lips: "Yes, you make sense. Even if I kill you like this, you won't be convinced."
Mu Chinsha's eyes widened, staring at Ye Tianling: "I naturally refuse to accept it!"
"Okay," Ye Tianling waved his hand, "Untie him and return the weapon to him."
The Xuanjia guards outside the court were ordered to step forward, drew their swords, and cut the rope behind Mu Chisha, after which someone took Mu Chisha's machete.
Mu Zhisha took over the weapon, but was still confused about Ye Tianling's move.
Ye Tianling looked at the deserted clouds and sand in the sky. After a moment, he turned and said to the guards: "Get the silver spear."
Xuan Jia's guard knew, and walked away quickly. After a short while, he fetched a snowy silver gun and offered it respectfully. Ye Tianling raised his hand to take it, the tentacles of the gun barrel, smooth as jade, faintly reflected a familiar smile. The sharp edge, like the light penetrating the clouds and mist, is proud and powerful.
Upright as loose and as strong as frost.
He slowly stroked his hand along the silver spear, where the force was strong, the silver spear sank inch by inch into the ground beside his feet. He released his hand and stood facing the wooden chin Sha Zhuo, and said coldly: "If you win this silver gun, come and go and let you be free, but if you die, you can only blame yourself for incompetence. This king will let you Convinced by death."
Mujisha has been on the battlefield for a long time, and has never been invincible in the Turkic countries. He did not care about the battle of weapons. The scimitar was half-handed and shouted: "Come on!"
Ye Tianling said proudly: "Your vitality is not recovered, this king will let you three strokes, after the three strokes, you ask for more blessings." After saying that, the hand stood calmly, the breeze rustled his clothes and the corners of his clothes were shaken. Ling Yun's domineering has slowly spread.
Mu Chi Sha had the chance to survive, how could he let it go easily? With a loud shout, the blade was like electricity, and it slashed towards Ye Tianling with the momentum of thunder.
With energy rushing towards the face, Ye Tianling took a strange step behind her hand, and the white shadow was dazzling for a moment, and the wooden chinsha was completely defeated with an amazing force.
Mu Chisha is worthy of being a master of martial arts, without turning back, without turning his head, the sword moves backhandedly, and the second move comes.
But seeing Ye Tianling leaning on his back between the lightning and stone fire, the light of the knife floated away suddenly, as if in a quiet courtyard.
Mujasha has already been aroused by Ye Tianling, holding the knife in both hands, and there is the sound of wind and thunder rolling under the knife, like ten thousand horses galloping, lightning intersecting, turning into a long arc, slashing horizontally.
The sword wind was bitter, and Ye Tianling followed the three-stroke agreement, only defending but not attacking. Two people passed by in the middle of the field. The blade of the wooden chinsha was swift and fierce, and only heard a soft sound, it cut long marks on Ye Tianling's clothes!
Ye Tianling's eyes flickered, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Okay!"
Three tricks have passed! Ye Tianling suddenly patted it out with one hand, turning his palm into a blade, and suddenly struck Mujasha's chest.
Mu Chi Sha caught off guard and was forced to retreat half a step. But then he screamed, unfolding the sword force, the wind was fierce, and the opening and closing were unstoppable.
The surrounding Xuanjia guards couldn't help but applaud, such a sword technique, fierce and fierce, it is rare to see.
Ye Tian volleys against the enemy empty-handed, with a carefree attitude, not rushing under the opponent's sword wind that destroys the liver and gallbladder, and moves forward and backward freely.
The wind screamed under the sand knife of the wooden chin, and the flying sand and rocks around it hit the eyes. Ye Tianling's figure is like a flat boat chasing the waves, swaying with the trend, always at the cusp of wind and waves.
Its body is like water, water conserves everything without contending, invisible and everywhere, unintentionally and unbreakable.
Mu Chinsha's swift and violent sword technique was originally extremely energy intensive, and it was a taboo to fight against his opponent. He couldn't touch Ye Tianling's body technique several times in a rush. After a long time, he would be impetuous.
At this moment, Ye Tianling's whole body suddenly seemed to be rolled up in a huge vortex, like his deep cold eyes, everything close to him was swallowed.
Mu Chi Sha's heart screamed badly, but it was too late. Ye Tianling's original strength without a trace turned soft into rigid, vastly overwhelming, and the destruction struck.
Mu Chi Sha's knife hit a hard city wall, and the two sides met each other, Mu Chi Sha took a big step back.
The dragon flew into the sky, the silver spear started, and with a clear roar from Ye Tianling, a white rainbow went straight through the sky, yellow sand filled the sky, breaking through the clouds and opening the fog.
Sheng Liang's sun shone down from the sky, dyed with white clothes like the wind, Ye Tianling gently raised his head, the golden light was dazzling, it was a burning pain.
Mujasha's scimitar fell to the ground, clutching his abdomen and stepping backwards, suddenly with his backhand he pulled out the silver gun that had penetrated through the abdomen, and said with a long laugh: "Happy! Happy!"
The arrow squirted, and the soldiers who watched the battle all around were shocked.
Ye Tianling flipped his eyes and heart slightly, and slowly said: "Good sword technique, good spirit!" He turned his head, Mu-chinsha shaky body, supporting it, fell to the ground, and couldn't live by seeing it.
Ye Tianling looked indifferent, but deep in his eyes there was a pity that was not easily detectable, and he whispered: "Tell Huang Wenshang to see if there is any help."
But for a moment, Huang Wenshang hurried over, leaned over to check, shook his head and said: "Your Majesty, the injury is too serious, it is very difficult to treat."
Ye Tianling waved his hand gently and motioned to the Xuanjia guard to lift the wooden chin sand, but he heard a soft voice saying: "Hold on, there is help."
He turned to look, and saw Qing Chen walking slowly from behind everyone. She lowered her head and watched the blood flow all over the ground in front of Mujasha, then looked up at Ye Tianling again: "You want to save him?"
Ye Tianling saw a mixture of indifference and compassion in her eyes, like hate but not hate, but sad and not sad, Qingli's back was soft, like a dead leaf, gently pressing on his heart. The bitter murderous aura in the shadow of the sword and light sword quietly faded away, Ye Tianling said: "No need."
Qing Chen stared at him for a moment, then suddenly sighed, turning his head and said: "Huang Wenshang, come and help me."
Huang Wenshang replied and walked forward.
Mu Chinsha seemed to see a pair of clear eyes staring at him silently in the half-waking time. The bright and clean without lead bloom, like the blue sky of the Mobei grassland, the beautiful jade-like lake, the wind blowing the grass and the cow. Sheep are like white clouds, and there is the fragrance of wild flowers in the endless wilderness, quietly flowing in the most distant dream.
Those eyes left him, and the scene in front of him gradually blurred, sharp pain came from all directions, and darkness was boundless.
Bloodstains bloomed into enchanting flowers between the white jade-like fingers, the cold eyebrows were faint, and the indifferent lips were slightly pursed. The soldiers of the three armies surrounded the schoolyard far away, without a sound.
She was unable to save such a serious injury in the past. Today, she is thinking about it a thousand times, after trying a thousand times, after exhausting her heart and blood, and after so many nights that she can’t sleep, this is what she cherishes. The medical skills that life exchanged for her were used to the people she hated.
This person's arrow took away the man who was laughing and singing with her. Blue sky and yellow springs, a different merchant, wine in the sky, the sound of the strings, the destruction of the mountains, the flow of water.
A confidant, a beautiful face, accompanied by two shadows, smiling proud of the sky, if the sky is sentimental, lonely ever since.
However, she is a healer, and in front of a real healer, she will never die.
Each is the master, life and death are different.
I don't know how long it took, Qing Chen sighed lightly, stood up and said to Huang Wenshang: "Be careful with the medicine and send it to you to take care of it. If you wake up tomorrow, your life will be guaranteed."
Huang Wenshang hurriedly took the medicine from Qing Chen's hand, and a guard nearby offered it to him. Qing Chen turned around and cleaned his hands, before he was so focused on the injured person. At this moment, he relaxed, only to feel that the breath in front of him was particularly pungent, and there was a discomfort in the chest. Flop.
Ye Tianling was originally watching Huang Wenshang's medication, but at this moment he turned his head unintentionally and suddenly found that Qing Chen's face was extremely pale. He was slightly surprised and asked in a low voice, "Qing'er?"
Unexpectedly, Qing Chen didn't seem to hear his voice, turned hurriedly, and walked out of the school field quickly.
Ye Tianling felt wrong, and then followed, but saw that Qing Chen almost ran for a few steps before leaving the schoolyard, so he supported the trees on the roadside to vomit.
Ye Tianling hurriedly stepped forward to support her: "Qing'er, what's wrong?"
Qing Chen vomited out for a while, feeling a little relieved, but it was still uncomfortable that his stomach was upset, and he whispered: "It's not a problem... the smell of blood is too strong."
Ye Tian Ling Jian's eyebrows furrowed, and after she was better, he carefully hugged her up and ordered Huang Wenshang to come to camp urgently.
Qing Chen was afraid of being hit by someone in the camp like this, and said: "I will go by myself, you don't need to call Huang Wenshang, I'm fine."
But Ye Tianling glared back, "You still said it's okay?"
Qing Chen was powerless and couldn't get rid of it, so she had to confess her fate and leaned in his arms, and said in a low voice, "I'm better than Huang Wen."
Ye Tianling ignored her, and only dropped the sentence "Don't speak", and walked into the camp by himself. Huang Wenshang has rushed to follow, stepping forward to ask for your pulse.
Ye Tianling was watching. Seeing that he had examined his right hand, he asked his left hand again. He was disturbed between his eyebrows. As he was about to ask, Huang Wenshang bowed and smiled: "Congratulations, Princess Wang, this is a good pulse."
When the words were spoken, Ye Tianling was taken aback for a moment. Huang Wenshang thought he was a surprise, but his face sank suddenly, turning back to look at Qing Chen.
Qing Chen leaned on the couch with his eyes half closed and smiled weakly at him.
Ye Tianling stared at her for a moment and asked Huang Wenshang: "How is the situation?"
Huang Wenshang looked at him when he looked different, and replied carefully: "The princess has been pregnant for more than two months. According to the lower officials, the princess is weak, and has always been afraid of fatigue and hurts her mind. At this time, she needs to take good care of her."
Ye Tianling said after listening, "Go down."
Huang Wenshang retired, Qing Chen saw Ye Tianling sitting back and did not speak, feeling strange, and whispered, "Fourth brother?"
Ye Tianling turned his head when he heard the words, and the corners of his lips were pursed coldly as usual, his eyes swept with anger. Qing Chen was surprised: "What's wrong with you? It's really okay."
It's okay not to say this, Ye Tianling got up when he heard it, and couldn't help but angrily said: "You are hiding such a big thing from me? You have been with the army for more than two months and fought for thousands of miles. It's okay, what if something happens. Do you care about your children and yourself?"
He suddenly became angry, and it was unexpected. Qing Chen was uncomfortable and was a little irritable in his heart. Liu raised his eyebrows and wanted to refute him, but only said: "You..." The breath in his chest was disturbed, and he couldn't help but choke. Cough up. "You go out." She was also annoyed.
Ye Tianling was stunned, entered the Deng Dynasty Hall, and went out on the battlefield. It was not enough for those he encountered to be respectful and fearful. How many people would dare to command him in this tone? It was originally fueling the fire. He didn't wait for the attack, but saw Qing Chen covering his lips and leaning against the couch. The pale background of his face was blushing with frequent coughing, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and a layer of shimmering and soft eyes appeared. Kongmeng, pity the people.
He subconsciously stepped forward to support her, Qing Chen coughed fiercely, and the nausea that had just subsided came up again, so sad that he didn't want to speak. Ye Tianling dealt with the affairs of the court handily, leading the soldiers to fight fearlessly, but at this time he was really a little confused, he was obviously frightened, but he felt sorry for his wife. Cun, only gently stroked Qing Chen's back, hoping that she would be more comfortable.
After a while, Qing Chen seemed to relax. The austere and cold breath of Ye Tianling's body still carries the spring cold in the breeze, as if the ice water is first melting, the fresh smell of the mountains and forests made her feel that the discomfort gradually faded. He held his arm around her back, as if to bring warm power to her and let her lean on with confidence.
She closed her eyes and nestled in his arms, and he raised his hand to take the tea cup: "Is it better?"
Qing Chen's dense eyelashes were raised, and she turned sideways like a puff. Ye Tianling was helpless, but still coldly asked her, "Am I wrong?"
Qing Chen didn't answer, Ye Tianling had never seen her lose her temper like this, and said strangely: "Have you been hiding from me for so long.
Qing Chen turned around and raised his eyes, and replied: "You never asked, how can I hide you from you?"
Ye Tianling said, "How many days can I not see you, who do I ask?"
Qing Chen said: "You don't want to meet yourself, so why do you blame me?"
Ye Tianling was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "I don't see you, it's angry that you don't know how to admit your mistake."
Qing Chen raised her eyebrows lightly, slightly aggressive: "Where did I go wrong, are you so annoying me?"
Ye Tianling's eyes were sullen, and her eyebrows were cold: "Now that I'm right, why don't you make me angry? Have you ever thought about what would happen if that sword can't hold it? You use your body to block me. Sword, compare your heart to your heart, and replace it with a sword that stabs me from your hand. How do you feel in your heart?"
The bottom of his hand tightened, and Qing Chen was pulled into her arms for a few minutes. She unexpectedly heard these words. She lifted her eyes quietly, and saw his solemn expression cold, looking calm but unable to conceal the coldness. , Is really annoying. She bit her thin lip lightly, which was troublesome, but there was a hint of softness, warmth, and sweetness in her heart.
Seeing her silent for a while, Ye Tianling bowed her head. Qing Chen dropped his eyes suddenly, couldn't help but quietly looked at him from under his eyelashes. Ye Tianling watched her silently like this, as steady as Mount Tai, but her eyes were not relaxed. She helplessly said softly: "If I didn't stop the sword, have you never thought about the consequences? You really stabbed. How to do?"
What if she doesn't stop that sword?
Ye Tianling raised his head slightly, his eyes fell on the open space in front of him. In the quiet room, there were a few birdsongs from the Qing Lingling, and the spring light passed through the slightly green branches and half-sprinkled on the bamboo curtain, gradually shining brightly, just like the Taisho Palace in March.
Those were the brothers who used to study and martial arts together, once studied chess and game, chanted poems and splashed ink, and once enjoyed the crown of the capital; Zeng Qingqiu went hunting, competed with the sword, and had high spirits.
I also argued, gambled, and refused to accept it, but year after year I was idle on the jade lake with blue sky, condensed green shadows, drunk peach yao, fights for a thousand years of joy, builds long songs, and moon shadows stream.
I haven't seen the lotus in Xianyu Lake for many years, but now the curving water is chasing the east wind.
What if she can't stop that sword? Can he really stab it? Ye Tianling looked down at his hand and laughed blankly. The silence in his eyes is extremely light and silent, silent, falling in that smile, like a light feather punctuating water, floating without a trace. At that time, only a well-matched opponent could stand up to his mood, and he only thought of the seventh brother.
A strand of blue silk ran from Qingchen’s hair and entangled at his fingertips. He gently twined her hair: "Qing'er, you don’t have to do anything for me, or even think about those things. You just need to be by my side. it is good."
Qing Chen looked at him tenderly: "If we share the same ups and downs, how do we call them husband and wife?"
Ye Tianling smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "Be with me, trust me, that's enough."
Her face was reflected in his eyes, she looked at him, leaned her head on his chest, smiled and said, "You have done everything, so what do I do?"
Ye Tianling chuckled: "You, take good care of this king's son."
Qing Chen's phoenix eyes lightly turned: "Who said he is a son, isn't it a daughter?"
Ye Tian Ling Bingyan's eyes were tender and soft, and said: "Okay, daughter, you say that a daughter is a daughter."
Qing Chen laughed, and suddenly frowned on her stomach. Ye Tianling looked at him nervously, with questions in his eyes. Qing Chen said bitterly: "I feel... hungry!"
Ye Tianling was stunned, then smiled and picked her up from the couch, and strode out: "There are no snacks in Qianyuefang, go and see what suits you."
Qing Chen said in shock: "How can this be done!"
Ye Tianling laughed and ignored her to protest. In front of the porch, there was a laugh and play, and the sun was beautiful and the warm breeze was blowing in the distance. It was already spring.