Ye Qingyuan took the black-armored army and attacked day and night, and finally arrived near the Bishan Mountain Range. At this time, Ye Qingyuan was no longer in a hurry, but ordered to rest. The Black Armor Army rested in an orderly manner, but the halberd spear in his hand did not leave his hand.

Ye Qingyuan dismounted and looked at the northeast through the thick night. It took a long time to take out three letters from his sleeve. The first two letters were found by the Black Armor Army from a person who looked like an attendant before they ambushed a team of people from Jinyang before going to pick up Ye Qingyuan.

Ye Qingyuan unfolded one of the letters, the handwriting was undoubtedly from the hand of Emperor Jinde, and it was written: "Go north to cut leaves, and retire after success." ”

Although he did not name anyone, Ye Qingyuan knew that it was written to him by Jinde. If he doesn't cut down leaves, if Li'er is really in that prison. Ye Qingyuan didn't think about it anymore, and then opened the second letter.

"Aiqing sees the letter as if he sees me, if Ye Qingyuan does not lead troops to the north within a day, then kill him."

Flattening the first two letters and stacking them together, Ye Qingyuan slowly unfolded the third letter, which was tightly only two lines of words: "The emperor is dead, peace." ”

Looking at the two words of the emperor's death, Ye Qingyuan's eyes became unfathomable, revealing a faint sense of sadness. When his gaze moved to the word peace, the tension for many days was slightly relieved, and his eyes were also much clearer, and it didn't take long for him to see the people he was worried about day and night.

"Bai Ling, take it and burn it." Ye Qingyuan handed the three letters together to a black-armored soldier guarding the side. Even when the soldier was wearing armor, he could feel the muscles rising under the armor.

Like all black-armored soldiers, the White Spirit is also shown in a black mask, but a scar can still be seen across the corner of his eye before disappearing behind the mask. Bai Ling took the three letters and walked to a dark place.

When the lark returned, he didn't have the letters in his hand.

"Let's go, go home."

After hearing Ye Qingyuan's words, the pairs of eyes that appeared outside the mask unconsciously revealed softness. Seeing this, Ye Qingyuan couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips and drove his horse towards the depths of the mountain.

When the first rays of dawn fell that morning, Ye Qingyuan finally came to the main peak of Pishan Mountain.

Although it is the main peak of the mountain, this main peak is composed of four mountains. Each mountain is a thousand feet high, looking up from the bottom to the top, I saw that the peak was only a few feet away from the sky, and there were a few old pines hanging upside down on the cliff. Occasionally, one or two eagles hovering halfway up the mountain.

Ye Qingyuan stretched out his right hand and raised it, and the black armor army behind him stopped moving forward in an instant, in unison. A few feet away from Ye Qingyuan, an old man in battle armor stood in the way they had to pass.

As soon as this man rode, the man was late, the horse was old, the armor was darkened, and the red tassels were faded, but the big knife was still polished and shiny, revealing an endless cold light.

"I thought that what I saw would be the general's million-strong army, but I never thought that General Wang would be waiting here alone."

The person opposite Ye Qingyuan was the old general Wang Qiwang. A few days ago, his army had found its way into the valley where the Ye family was in seclusion. The valley was surrounded by mountains, and it was impossible to enter lightly, let alone with a whole army.

Fortunately or unfortunately, they stumbled upon a mountain pass into the valley. But looking at the hundred-meter-high stone wall, this stone wall has been reinforced by the Ye family for several generations, without Ye Qingyuan's help, without the city hammer and catapult, it is tantamount to a fantasy to take this pass.

At this moment, Wang Qi received an urgent letter from Jinyang again, the first emperor died, and the new emperor succeeded to the throne, this time he couldn't move the Ye family no matter what.

Wang Qi looked at Ye Qingyuan, who had outstanding demeanor, and then looked at the black armor army behind him, his throat couldn't help but astringent, his weather-beaten eyes were a little moist, and the wrinkled corners of his eyes were deeper.

"Without a trace." Two words came out of the corners of his dry mouth. The bulging hand unconsciously clenched the horse's reins.

"It's the one that has been handed down by Taizu's side." Ye Qingyuan nodded in response.

"Sure enough, Traceless has always been there."

At this moment, only those real soldiers can understand Wang Qi's feelings at this moment, the rumored army has not been lost in history, it has still been passed down.

After being excited, Wang Qi smiled bitterly: "Taizu really left this army to the Ye family." ”

Looking at it this way, except for a dragon chair left by Taizu for the royal Zhao family, the rest were all left to the Ye family, those experiences of Taizu's early battles, and those books collected from various ethnic groups should be in the Ye family. No wonder the royal family couldn't sit still.

Over there, Ye Qingyuan didn't say anything when he heard Wang Qi's emotion, no trace, no matter where those lone books were hidden, the Ye family didn't need to hide it, and the world would know it sooner or later.

Wang Qi settled down and asked in a loud voice: "The old man is leaving now, can Ye Gongzi stop the old man?" ”

"This road is not in the Ye family's clan territory, the old general, please take it."

"Hahaha." After a hearty laugh, the king rode away. He insisted on waiting for Ye Qingyuan here, firstly, to determine whether Traceless was born, and secondly, to see if the Ye family, who had been silent for a hundred years, was still the same as the one a hundred years ago, disdainful of the throne.

Now it seems that the Ye family has no plans to raise troops, and there is only one Anping Palace, but there is nothing to be afraid of.

After the king rode away, the black-armored army continued to march. At noon, I finally came to the entrance of the valley where the Ye family was located.

I saw that there was a hundred-meter-high city wall standing at the entrance between the two mountains, Ye Qingyuan stood under the city wall and looked at the towering city wall, the moss in the corner of the wall, a small grass plant emerging from the brick crack, like a giant beast, this city wall was lying quietly and quietly, guarding the Ye family for a hundred years.

It's finally back, and it hasn't been back for years. Ye Qingyuan nodded slightly, and Bai Ling next to him took out a delicate short whistle from his arms. A crisp whistle burst through the sky. No sooner had the whistle been blown than the low creaking of the gates slowly being twisted up sounded again.

When the city gate was completely opened, it became clear that many people had gathered inside the gate. Ye Qingyuan rushed in with the black armor army. After walking out of the city gate, the vision suddenly opened, and in a valley in front of you, Qionglou Yuyu, the eaves corridor, like a paradise.

Ye Qingyuan got off the horse and faced an old man in front of him and bowed to the end. That old man was one of the elders of the Ye family, named Si Miao.

When Ye Simiao saw Ye Qingyuan, her expression was also moved, and she hurriedly helped: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back, Jin'er, I've seen it when she was a hundred days." ”

Ye Qingyuan helped Ye Simiao and walked inside. When the people around Ye Simiao's side saw Ye Qingyuan, their expressions were also excited, but they didn't bother, and the black family army walked silently at the end.

"Grandpa. Grandchildren are not filial. Looking at Ye Simiao, who was older than before, thinking that he couldn't serve by his side all these years, Ye Qingyuan said guiltily: "Jin'er will come back in a while." Li'er is already on her way, and she thinks she will come in a few days. ”

"Okay, okay, it's good to be back." Ye Simiao patted Ye Qingyuan's hand with his withered, markinged hand.