The sun goes down and the moon rises.

The moon dimmed and the sun brightened.

On the road from Yanjing to Longshan, the plains turned into hills, and the hills turned into mountains, walking day after day, Yan Shibai felt as if he would never come to an end.

Everywhere he went, the lords there would welcome Yan Eighteen into the territory and treat him warmly, even though in the face of the Yan clan and Yan Eighteen in Longshan, as well as the three brothers of Yan Eighteen, these lords all chose to remain silent, none of them supported it, just quietly waiting for the result. Che Jing told Yan 18 that they were all his vassals, and he should be like a vassal, but if he was a vassal, how could he not obey the orders of the vassal king, but instead closed the door and covered his ears, as if he didn't know anything?

Yan Eighteen is not a fool.

In the territory of these lords, he praised the wine made by the lords, and praised the sons and daughters of the lords, but at the same time, he also took these lords to heart, and he thought, since you like the calm and the waves, then stay in the calm places forever, and never surface again in this life.

The further north you go, the closer you get to Longshan, I heard that the three brothers of the Yan family also knew that the new monarch was coming, and they stopped the army in Luoyu City, which is located on the edge of the Longshan Mountain Range, which is an ancient and legendary city.

The old minister became more and more silent, and when facing those lords, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he would flap his wings anytime and anywhere, but once he walked on this long and lonely road, this eagle was like someone had locked its talons and squatted on the eagle frame for people to see.

The old man is getting old. Yan Shibai had seen with his own eyes that when Lao Qingxiang picked up a bowl of spirits, he hesitated for a moment, and then drank the wine in one go, but spit on the ground while no one was paying attention.

The bird flew overhead, drawing a graceful arc.

The oncoming wind is a little cold, Yan Eighteen tightened his grip, the territory of Yan is really big, if I also have a big bird, I will ride it, from top to bottom, from west to east, fly again, and put Yan Guo under my eyes. Alas, it's a pity that I'm not Ji Lie, and I can poke down a divine bird by poking a bird's nest.

Yan Eighteen was a little envious of his difficult brothers in the past.

The banner of the Xuanniao fluttered in the wind, and the knight carried it up the hill and rushed down like an arrow.

"Your Majesty, Luoyu City has arrived."

Luoyu City has arrived, and the place where the Xuanniao has descended.

Yan Eighteen cheered up, Che Jing brought the princes' dresses, Che Ying took out a brand-new big one, Yan Eighteen put on the dress, put on the big one, put on the black jade plate crown that was up to five inches, only the princes could wear, and then stood on the wheel with his hands behind his back, and suddenly, the whole person radiated a majestic and fierce momentum.

The guards fell to their knees.

Cha Jing and Cha Ying also knelt down.

War Horse looked at him silently, as if he was also shocked by the completely different momentum.

Lao Qingxiang stood alone on the horse, squinting his eyes and looking at Yan Eighteen, after a while, Lao Qingxiang's gaze slowly softened, he turned off the horse, and bowed three times to Yan Eighteen.

The horse team continued to set off, and Yan Eighteen did not ride a horse, but stood on a chariot drawn by six black horses. Che Ying is his archer, Lao Che Jing is his halberd bearer, and Lao Qingxiang acts as his royal hand.

The majestic hill is like a sword lying horizontally, the sharp blade of the sword cuts through the sky, and the black heavy armor guards the black chariot and climbs the hill like a sword beam. The wind blowing over the mountain blew Yan Eighteen's big cloud, and he squinted his eyes and looked down the mountain. At a glance, I saw the endless black ocean, and the army of 60,000 people gathered together, which was a force that was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth. Those who have not seen it with their own eyes will never know the shock it brings. Compared to it, the majestic Falling Feather City seemed very small, like a child, held in its arms.

The April wind, which should have been gentle, is now fierce.

The banner of the Xuanniao was torn by the wind.

Yan Shibai looked at the black ocean, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his face turned a little paler, and he said, "If you rein in the horse at this time, it's still too late." ”

His gaze looked down the hill, and his voice was a little hoarse in the wind. This sentence seems to be admonishing someone, and it seems to be talking to himself.

Che Jing's face was as cold as snow.

Che Ying stared at the Yan clan's camp under the hill, the expression on his face was extremely focused, he didn't hear Yan Eighteen's words at all, what he was thinking about was, if he led the army here, how should he face this turbulent iron current, and how could he defeat it instead of being swallowed by it?

Lao Qingxiang was silent for a while, his snow-white beard was wantonly blowing in the wind, and there seemed to be two flames hidden in his eyes, he didn't look at Yan Eighteen, and said in a deep voice: "If the king is reined in at this time, it will be too late." ”

It's exactly the same word, but it says two completely different endings.

Yan 18: "I set out from Yanjing, and I never thought of reining in the horse. ”

Guan Ion: "So is the minister." ”

Simple answers, cold and ruthless.

……

The banner of the Xuanyao is rolling in the wind, the flag is miserable white, the Xuanyao is pure black, the war horse is uneasy in the wind and neighing, the horse's legs are wrapped in white cloth, the knight on horseback is covered in heavy armor, and the white curtain is tied to his forehead, and the long white curtain is flying in the wind and is connected together, as if it is a white wave undulating in the black ocean.

Chariots, rows of chariots filled the wilderness, the armor soldiers standing on the chariots looked at the hill like sculptures, and the sword and shield hands lined up in front of the chariot to form a wall, a black city wall as thick as three miles.

"How dare he come?"

"He's already here."

"Your Majesty is here too."

"Whether it's a gentleman or not, it's still unknown."

Shuofeng pulled the big flag, under the big flag, on a raised platform, stood the three Yan brothers, Yan Wuxian was wearing a black battle armor, that armor was extremely eye-catching, not because it was exquisite and uncast, nor because it was carved with a golden bird, but because of the shocking crack, the left chest, the position of the heart, one finger wide, three fingers long, a sword scar. Yes, this is Yan Qixie's armor, and now it is draped on the eldest son's body, this is a revenge armor.

The retainers of the Yan clan of Longshan were clustered under the platform, most of them were also lords, and under the orders of the three Yan brothers, they brought their retainers and samurai from all directions to gather under this armor of revenge.

At this moment, all the retainers and warriors looked up at the three Yan brothers on the platform, and no one went to see the hill, although they all knew that Yan Jun was coming.

Retainers are loyal to the lord, and the lord is loyal to the lord, but what would it be like if the lord was hostile to the lord? The Longshan Yan clan used its powerful influence to tell the world, perhaps, this is what it looks like.

Qingli Sword.

The black Qingli sword hangs from the waist, it cuts gold and jade, and it is said to be a gift from the immortals. Yan Wuxian slowly pulled it out and swung it down.

"Woo, reed."

The desolate and majestic trumpet sounded, and the huge black sea rushed to the hills, burying the earth and trembling on it.

"Spring, Spring......"

At the same time, the sound of the horn sounded from the hill, and it floated down from the hill and mingled with the sound of the horn in the black sea.

The army had reached the foot of the mountain, and with a roar that shook the earth, thousands of horses stopped in unison, and the sword and shield men raised their shields, and put their swords on the edge of the shield, and the archers were at their sides, and the arrows were wound, and they were ready to fire, and as soon as they let go, the dense rain of arrows would surely shoot through the sun in the sky, and bury everything that could be seen in the darkness.

A chariot drove into view, and it was so abrupt that it was alone. It drove down from the hill, pulled by six war horses, but it walked neither fast nor slow, and it stepped to the rhythm of the horn, step by step towards the black army.

Yan Eighteen is very beautiful, if he didn't have that black dress, he would be more like a beautiful girl than a king of all times. Che Ying was beside him, whispering over and over again: "Your Majesty, the Yan people are not afraid, the Yan people are not afraid." ”

Yes, Che Ying, who has been following Yan Eighteen, knows him very well, the world is right, Yan Eighteen is timid and afraid of death, and when facing death, all he thinks about is how to survive. Originally, Yan Eighteen thought that he would not be afraid, but when he faced the overwhelming army, he still felt afraid, afraid from the inside out. He even wanted to turn around and flee, but he couldn't move, and his back bone seemed to be solidified by molten iron, so he could only force himself up.

"Yan people are fearless."

Yan Eighteen's face was as pale as paper, staring at the black and white banner in the center of the big array, his slightly squinted eyes revealed the fear in his heart, his teeth were ringing, and his teeth were bulging, he didn't want to, but he was a little more cold because of this.

"I can't be afraid, I'm the king of Yan Kingdom."

"If I want to live, I must be the king of Yan Kingdom."

"I am the monarch of Yan Kingdom, and in the land of Yan Kingdom, there is no place I can't go."

Yan Eighteen tightly tugged at the fist behind his back. His teacher, Che Jing, stared at the gently trembling fist, sweat rolling down one by one. Lao Qingxiang was silent, he straightened up, looked straight ahead, and entered the enemy camp alone, no one knew what Lao Qingxiang was thinking.

"Get out of the way."

The war horse was blocked by the black city wall, Yan Eighteen couldn't go where he wanted to go, he stared at the big banner and said these two words softly.

As if with some kind of demonic nature, before his fluttering words fell to the ground, the black sea was already like water, and opened a narrow passage for him, and on both sides of the passage were cold iron swords, halberds, arrows, and a thick mist spewed out by war horses.

Yan 18 walked through it.

The black war horse stepped on the black land, pulling a king of ten thousand times, an old minister under one person and above ten thousand people, and the right-hand man of ten thousand times to the center of the big array.

Sixty thousand people, Yafinch is silent.

"I am the monarch of the Yan Kingdom, and you are all my vassals."

This was the first sentence that Yan Eighteen said when he came to the three brothers of the Yan family.