(Volume VI.) Seven Schemes of Ghost Valley")

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The war is in the land north of the Huang River, crazy rolling, iron horses galloping, soldiers and bandits come and go, iron and blood forged the hero's ambition and pride, but it is also a purgatory-like miserable situation, hundreds of miles of rooster crowing, thousands of miles of uninhabited barrenness, everywhere, abandoned fields, corpses all over the ground, rolling Huang River, being driven to the river, crying and countless homeless people. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At a boundary between Lu and Caizhou, the rain showers stopped causing mud all over the ground. A barbarian iron horse galloped past, splashing muddy water, hoof prints all over the ground, and the shaking ground brought the shaking of the mire in the distance, and ripples swept by.

This cavalry team composed of hundreds of barbarian warriors, at this moment, its expression was also full of exhaustion.

When they first came out of the summer gap, each of them had abundant energy and blood full of a sense of conquest, and at that time, they were invincible.

The Chinese people, who have lost their civility, show their weakness at a glance, and any team of hundreds of people can drive thousands or even tens of thousands of Chinese soldiers and civilians.

At that time, they felt like they were as powerful as gods, slashing and killing the weak who had no power to fight back, wantonly plundering property and women that did not belong to them, and easily occupied a large amount of land. In the beginning, the greatest trouble was not the enemy, but the distribution of the looted land and property among the various ministries, and later more and more land was captured and the land allocated to them became more and more extensive.

For quite some time, they felt like earth emperors with lots of land and possessions, women, and wars were nothing more than a game of chasing and slashing leeks.

However, now, the Chinese people who were driven to the south by the emperor began to show their extraordinary resilience, and the original sporadic resistance, like sparks lit everywhere in the scorching mountains and forests, burned bigger and bigger, and their continuous suppression actually took care of one thing and the other.

It was as if there was no end to the war, and even these powerful conquerors began to feel tired. Endless resistance, endless killing, when will there be an end?

It's like an invisible vortex dragging everyone into the quagmire, they are not afraid of fighting, not even afraid of death, but when will it be over? These days of putting out fires and constantly running around have begun to make some of them feel a sense of powerlessness that makes them more uneasy than death.

The iron hooves shook the earth and rolled away.

After these brutes rode away, a figure appeared in a depression in the distance.

First he raised his head, and then shook the figure who stood up, covered in yellow mud, and he couldn't even see his face, and because of the wet mud, the clothes that clinged to his body outlined quite attractive curves, letting people know that this was a young woman.

The woman turned around and pulled out another boy, about six or seven years old, who wiped his muddy face, but it made it even dirtier. The young woman dragged him and ran towards the distant forest.

"Sister Jane, where are we going?" The boy staggered and ran, exhausted, hoarse enough to speak, "Where's Daddy?" What about the mother? When are we going home? ”

The young woman wanted to tell the boy that they would soon be back, but in the end, she had to harden her mind and whisper, "We don't have a home anymore!" ”

When she said this, she secretly hated her cruelty in her heart, Xiao Qi was still a child, maybe lies were the best comfort for him. However, in this situation, she has to let him grow up as soon as possible, just because, she doesn't know how long she can protect him...... Or how long can you live?

He said cruel words ruthlessly, but he couldn't help but shed tears.

Yes...... They don't have a home anymore!

Surprisingly, the boy did not speak and did not ask anything more. Is it because he doesn't understand, or is the child already aware of it in his heart?

She didn't know.

This woman is Zhao Tingzhen of Qilifeng.

Qilifeng was destroyed, although she tried to protect the women and children in the village to leave, but in the end, she was only the child Xiao Qi who was brought out.

I fled into the mountains, and I couldn't see the barbarians, so I was somewhat relieved. However, where to go next, in fact, Zhao Tingzhen himself does not know.

dragged Xiao Qi, directly under a waterfall, and rushed clean with his clothes, wanting to get some food, but it was difficult for even a beast to see one in the mountains. In the end, she could only use her amazing flying knife to kill a mountain mouse, but fortunately, they were originally from a hunting village, and even Xiao Qi would roast a mountain mouse.

In this way, hiding in the mountains and forests for a night, when Xiao Qi fell asleep, Zhao Tingzhen took out the oil paper that he had collected closely, opened it, and studied it with the well-preserved paper scroll, and after reading it, he couldn't help but be dazed, looking up at the night sky, thinking of the Taoist who I am afraid I will never see again in this life.

After dawn, she took Xiao Qi and continued south. In the midst of such chaos, perhaps, the south is the only place that can be regarded as stable. However, even if they escaped to the banks of the Huang River, how did they cross the Huang River and continue south? She didn't really think about it at all.

Two days later, they came to the foot of a mountain. On the way, she also encountered a group of bandits who wanted to be rude to her, but she killed them all. Although it can't be compared with a grandmaster-level master, she naturally doesn't pay much attention to ordinary thieves.

It's just that even after killing all the thieves, he couldn't find dry food or other useful things from this group of scrawny thieves, and the only thing that seemed to be edible was a roasted thigh wrapped in broad leaves, so that Zhao Tingzhen almost vomited the rat meat he had eaten in the past two days.

That night, they entered the mountains, and as a martial arts practitioner, at least, relying on their martial arts, as long as they did not encounter strong enemies and barbarian armies, there was always no problem in surviving. However, in the process of trying to capture the small animals, there was a mysterious, incantation-like chant from the other side of the mountain.

At this moment, Zhao Tingzhen was originally like a frightened bird, and he didn't know who it was, so he quickly grabbed Xiao Qi and sneaked over.

Soon, they were lying on their stomachs in the grass, looking down the ridge. In the blazing valley, a group of young women danced around the burning pillars of fire, and around them, there was a circle of prostrate men.

The group of women sang ballads that Zhao Tingzhen couldn't understand at all, and every syllable was weird and inexplicable. As the tone rises and falls, the flames rise and fall. Their reflections, centered on the rising flames, spread out like petals around them, sometimes shrinking and sometimes stretching with their graceful posture.

How are these? Xiao Qi, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes wide, wanting to look up and see more clearly, but was quickly pressed down by Zhao Tingzhen.

These people are...... Zoroastrianism? Zhao Tingzhen thought to herself in her heart. She didn't have any understanding of Zoroastrianism, a foreign religion that had recently spread throughout the north and south of the Huanghe River at a very fast speed, and she didn't dare to approach it easily.

She guessed that this should be some kind of mysterious ritual, and originally wanted to take Xiao Qi and retreat quietly, but for some reason, the mysterious pillar of fire surrounded by everyone seemed to have an unknowable attraction, disillusioned, and always soaring, making it impossible to withdraw people's gaze.

Suddenly, the maidens by the fire ceased their secret dance and fell on their bows to the ground. A ring of fire appeared in the void, and a woman dressed in red and holding an azalea umbrella walked out of the ring of fire. I saw that she was holding a glass vial in her hand, the glass vial opened, and with a wave of it into the fire, the red liquid in it flew into the fire, and then, the woman in red with an umbrella also quietly retreated.

And at this time, there was a cold light flying in the sky, like a meteor breaking through the night, and that little bit of cold light, miserable and impermanent, flew into the raging pillars of fire. First, the color of blood fused with the terrible cold light, and then, something was "growing" little by little.

It's ...... Child?

Zhao Tingzhen, who was in the dark, looked at the incredible picture in surprise. Just like the growth of an embryo, in that raging fire, a baby first appears, and then the baby grows up quickly. An unsettling, ominous aura spread with the rising light of the fire, with dark clouds covering the sky and blood covering the ground.

The "baby" in the fire grew up like this, the fire separated, and the naked woman stepped out of the fire, stunning and beautiful, and beautiful. The skin was extremely fair, reflecting the luster of the flames, and the eyes were rolling and moving, glancing awe-inspiring at the prostrate people.

Zhao Tingzhen was secretly shocked in her heart, such a strange scene made her scalp tingle for a while. She quietly pulled Xiao Qi, stepped back, didn't dare to stay here longer, retreated to the back of the slope, grabbed Xiao Qi and turned around and left. At the foot of the ridge behind them, the woman in red with an umbrella, her fingers lightly turning the handle of the umbrella, had looked in their direction......

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Far to the southwest, Naruyama.

Mingshan is actually not a famous mountain, it is full of deep mountains and old forests, poor mountains and bad waters.

At first, the Red Turban Army hid in Mingshan, in fact, it was also a helpless move, it was close to Lingnan, although there were many poisonous snakes and beasts, but to a certain extent, it also provided more space for the Red Turban Army. Back then, the "Demon King of the Mixed World" Zong Xiang was defeated, and the Red Turban Army fled here, thinking that there was really no way out, so they could only go to Lingnan to kill and escape, and how many people lived.

Later, when he captured Huozhou and broke the Eight Xuanfu Division, it was also the Red Turban Army at that time, and he didn't even dare to think about it.

At this moment, in the news of outsiders, the ghost military division of Mingshan, who has been "retreating and practicing martial arts", is walking alone in this forest full of tall trees.

At this moment, Bai Zijin took off his ghostly bronze mask, the weather in the south was much hotter than in the north, but fortunately, the wind was strong in the mountains at this moment, the leaves were rustling and dancing, and the light and shadow on the ground were intertwined.

He walked through the woods, and in front of him was a newly built wooden house. When he came to the square window of the wooden house, he held a stack of things into the window: "Master, this is what you want me to find." ”

In the wooden window, an old hand full of wrinkles stretched out, and the people in the room slowly took the things handed by the young man outside the window, and then there was a silence.

While the old man in the wooden house was looking through it, Bai Zijin waited quietly outside, the mountain wind blew by, and behind him, the grass turned over in a wavy shape, turning golden in the sunlight.

It was also an accident for him to meet this old man and learn from him.

On the same day, when he failed to pass the exam, Baizijin got what his grandmother gave him, which was originally the family heirloom "Yin Fu". This "Yin Fu", according to the record in the book, is what Jiang Taigong said, of course it is or not, in fact, he doesn't know...... Or, at least at the time, he didn't know it.

In this "Yin Fu", it is divided into three parts: upper, middle and lower, which are "Taigong Art of War", "Taigong Conspiracy", and "Taigong Jinkui". Among them, the Taigong Art of War records the way of victory of the soldiers, but the Taigong conspiracy records the art of Qimen Dunjia, which relies on the geography of mountains and rivers and the arrangement of the five elements of Qimen to exert a mysterious power.

However, what really made him unable to understand it was the last one, the "Taigong Jinkui" with the least number of words.

This "Taigong Jinkui" was actually written in tadpole script.

In fact, there are two kinds of tadpole text, one is the pre-Qin seal book, because it is written with a sharp peak, one stroke at a time, it looks like a tadpole in general, this tadpole text, also called "tadpole seal", although it is difficult to recognize, but as long as the Chinese characters are traced back to the source, they are still recognizable.

There is another kind of tadpole text that can only be understood by gods in various commentaries and novels, like tadpoles swimming.

Unfortunately, the text used in this "Taigong Jinkui" is the latter type, so that neither Baizijin nor Ningjiang can know what this "Taigong Jinkui" is written in.

Despite this, Bai Zijin never gave up. He believes that this two-page "Taigong Jinkui" may hide the biggest secret of the original "Yin Fu". Since this "Yin Fu" was handed down by his ancestors, since now that the world has collapsed, Confucianism and Taoism have collapsed, and Dunjia and the art of war are very useful, it is also his obligation to understand all the secrets hidden in the entire "Yin Fu" and carry it forward.

Later, in the continuous research, because of a mysterious iron plate that was inadvertently obtained and taken out of the Qin tomb, he found the clue to clarify the "tadpole text" in the book, and in the subsequent study, he unraveled the "Taigong Jinkui".

In the end, he discovered that this "Taigong Jinkui" was actually hidden in a mysterious formation that combined the time and topography. Although he didn't know what this formation was for, but at this point, he couldn't stop and wanted to figure it all out.

So, with the help of the soldiers and horses in his hands, he investigated the feng shui, laid out a large array, and launched the large array according to the time of the day.

The great array that was launched was actually induced by a certain formation in the astrolabe, and under the pull of the mysterious power that rose to the sky, the star that hung alone in a corner of the astrolabe actually fell from the sky, and after that, he found this old man ...... the real writer of "Yin Fu"!