readx;? Yang Jing had long thought that there would be other entrances and exits here, but when his life was hanging by a thread, it was really not easy to block the original entrance, and there was no time to search for other entrances and exits!

He also knew that other entrances and exits must be the biggest hidden danger, but time was not waiting, and he was also powerless. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info:

At the moment, the Bamboo King was unusually rude and savagely expanded the entrance and exit, and directly knocked it out, while Li Zhun and the others were holding the stalagmite, Yang Jing and Lu Baiyu, Sun Erniang and the others couldn't resist the Bamboo King and the Luozhi people around him at all.

Because of the continuous flow of these Luozhi people, they will soon almost fill the entire cave!

Fortunately, Tianxiang Holy Maiden and Huang Zhenyun seemed to be very disdainful and disgusted with these Luozhi people, and they were women, and they were noble, so they didn't come with them.

Or maybe they already knew that Yang Jing and the others had no way to escape, and even the Shicai Tianxiang Holy Maiden talked to the Bamboo King in order to deploy the Luozhi people to destroy the way of Yang Jing and the others!

Faced with such a desperate situation, Yang Jing and the others had only two ways to go, either jump from here or fight to the death with these Luozhi people!

You may be able to live longer in a decisive battle, but if you jump, you can only die, which is a choice that you don't need to consider, and there is no difficulty.

Yang Jing glanced at Li Zhun and the others, then at Lu Baiyu and the others, and then said to everyone: "I'm sorry everyone..."

Although Yang Jing had a wry smile on his face, everyone didn't seem to have too much fear and panic, they looked at Yang Jing, and the look in their eyes was really a little complicated.

In fact, it is a veteran like Li Zhun who can become the leader of Song Ci's five iron guards, and he is not an ordinary person in terms of kung fu and brain, but he has been in contact with Yang Jing for so long, and even he admires Yang Jing, a junior.

He, like everyone else, has been in contact with Yang Jing for a long time, and he will have an inexplicable sense of security, as long as Yang Jing is still standing, as long as Yang Jing is still smiling, the problem will be solved after all.

So when Yang Jing said this sorry, these friends, including Li Zhun, felt not the grief and unwillingness to die, but a faint disappointment.

This kind of disappointment seems to say that Yang Jing is just a person after all, not a god, manpower is sometimes poor, it turns out that Yang Jing also has the moment when he is at the end of his rope...

Lu Baiyu was carrying stalagmites with Yang Jing just now, and she was by Yang Jing's side at this time, hearing Yang Jing's words, she knew that there was no way out, as a Gu master, she was destined to be lonely and poor all her life, and she had already put life and death aside, the only regret was that she still couldn't find Ruyi Langjun.

Now that he can fight side by side with Yang Jing, maybe this is also another sense of making up for it.

Thinking of this, Lu Baiyu, who has always been as cold as frost, unexpectedly showed a heroic but shy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Jing had been paying attention to the reactions of his companions, and the deer baiyu, who was closest to him, naturally did not escape his eyes.

Seeing the slightly sad smile on the corner of Lu Baiyu's mouth, Yang Jing couldn't help but feel sour, and quietly shook Lu Baiyu's hand with his left hand in the dark, although he didn't say a word, Lu Baiyu felt that it was enough.

The Bamboo King on the opposite side stood in front of the Luozhi people, and the well-like sinkhole on the top of the cave focused on the starlight, and then sprinkled the starlight all over the center of the cave like the principle of small hole imaging, and the Bamboo King stood on the edge of light and darkness at this time.

Just like his life, he lives underground, but he is a yang person, in the dark, his heart is towards the light, and he is cruel to the point of sadness.

The starlight shone on his long hair, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only his bamboo-shaped scepter and the seven or eight royal flags stuck behind his back.

His figure is not tall, but he is very strong, and the black armor on his body should be the style of a general of the Qin and Han dynasties or the Sui and Tang dynasties, Yang Jing doesn't know much about history, and he can't tell it for a while, he only feels simple and majestic, and the cold is pressing, as if his body is constantly exuding a dark atmosphere!

He was surrounded by Luozhi people, who were supposed to be his guards, and instead of stone armor, they were all kinds of ancient armor from all dynasties, which were also rusty, making them like ancient gods of war who crawled out of the pit of soldiers and horses.

Seeing that Yang Jing and the others were desperate, those Luozhi people surrounded them one after another!

Yang Jing easily opened Lu Baiyu's hand and smiled at her, "Let's go!"

Yang Jing held the bronze ancient knife flat in front of his chest, and held the large scalpel in his left hand, although the musket was blown up and sawed short by Yang Jing again, but it could no longer be used, because if it was refilled with gunpowder, it would blow up his hand.

Yang Jing slowly walked to the edge of darkness and starlight, and the bronze ancient knife was the first to be revealed, never thinking that those Luozhi people would stop one after another when they saw this ancient knife!

The Bamboo King's eyes narrowed slightly, obviously he also saw this ancient knife, and immediately said something, although the Luozhi people were still glaring angrily, they all stopped, and even the Luozhi people behind the stalagmites also stopped attacking!

Yang Jing, who had already regarded death as home, suddenly tightened his heart, this feeling of being in a desperate situation was really exciting!

This bronze ancient knife is a thing that the Juzhou regiment trained to sharpen Geng, it is said that Wei Zhenxian gave him something, Yang Jing just felt that this ancient knife was like clay, and it was a treasure knife, so he stayed by his side to use it, but he never explored the origin of this ancient knife.

Even the well-informed Wang Buliu and Zong Yun did not take the initiative to mention this bronze ancient knife, so it can be seen that they may not recognize it either.

And Yang Jing already knew at this time that these Luozhi people had a direct connection with the White Bull Sect, and the general rudder of Xianyun Mountain was most likely built for the White Bull Sect through the mutual cooperation of Dong Songchen and Wei Zhenxian.

Speculating in this way, Wei Zhenxian is definitely a participant in this plan, and even a decision-maker, and Mo Geng is a fierce character of the local alien race, so it is not impossible that the ancient knife he gave to Mo Geng is inextricably linked with these Luozhi people.

Yang Jing even thought that if it was just an ordinary connection, it would not be enough for the Bamboo King and the Luozhi people to stop attacking, maybe Mo Geng himself was a Luozhi person, and even his status among the Luozhi people would not be low!

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Wei Zhenxian treated Mo Geng so kindly, and even pushed him to the position of a high-ranking official of Houlu as a regimental training envoy!

Yang Jing had been thinking about countermeasures as early as the process of retreating, and now that he finally had a chance to breathe, his mind was alive.

He had only read the old doctor's information and notes, and he couldn't remember so much of the vast amount of information, and even most of them had been forgotten, and all he could remember was interesting or weird or fresh or interesting, in short, some things that could arouse his interest.

For Yang Jing, whose curiosity is already heavier than others, there are many things in the old doctor's notes that are enough to make Yang Jing's heart move, otherwise he would not have pursued it persistently for two or three months.

At this time, he finally had a chance to save himself, and Yang Jing had no choice but to implement his own self-help plan!

Yang Jing looked at the Bamboo King, holding the bronze ancient knife, and then gradually came out of the darkness and walked under the starlight, under his feet, there was a small piece of flat land like snowflakes and salt crystals, and the ground was full of stone stalactites, some slippery, some soft, but refracted the starlight, like a piece of pure white and smooth jade.

Yang Jing slowly put down the bronze ancient knife, dragged the head of the knife on the flat ground, and then danced slowly and clumsily in a weird posture!

This kind of dance is somewhat similar to the Nu dance, the movements are simple and primitive, innocent and clumsy, as if the prayer dance danced by priests in ancient times when they asked about the will of heaven, which Yang Jing saw in a small village during the course of his investigation.

It was the last place where the old doctor stayed, and it was also the place where the old doctor mysteriously disappeared, and the people of that place, isolated from the rest of the world, retained their national identity and customs, would dance like this on the night of the full moon.

When Yang Jing first entered the village, he was almost killed by those natives, but thanks to Yang Jing learning a few words of Zhuang and the local dialect of the Gelao tribe, he survived in a hurry.

He didn't understand the meaning of these words, but he blurted them out in a hurry.

But he deliberately learned this dance, because when the old doctor died, he maintained the last dance position.

And he also heard an old ballad countless times in the old doctor's recorder, this ballad is very awkward, he has never understood what era the song is, how to find the source.

It wasn't until he saw the natives dancing this barbaric dance in that isolated village that Yang Jing knew that it was the song used by the priests.

Yang Jing didn't understand the meaning of the lyrics, let alone decipher this kind of unfamiliar language, he just felt that this song could make people feel excited, as if returning to the ancient times of lightning and thunder, in the midst of the storm, the lonely priest raised his head and asked the sky, letting the rain fall on his huge wooden ghost face, the rough linen clothes stained the sewage on the ground, and the feet of ** beat the pulse of the earth.

Every time he imagined this kind of scene, Yang Jing unconsciously hummed the song, and over time, Yang Jing memorized the song.

It wasn't until the case was about to be closed that he got half of the lyrics from the old doctor's daughter.

When he dragged the bronze ancient knife and danced, Yang Jing seemed to be in the dream of his imagination, he was the priest dancing in the wind and rain.

He didn't need to search for his memory, and the ballad hummed out of his mouth.

The song rarely requires a lip tongue, a lot of it is nasal, and although the lyrics are repetitive, it requires a lot of effort because it simply does not conform to the rules of human pronunciation.

Yang Jing couldn't help but think of the half of the lyrics in his mind: "The bamboo leaves are green, they bring the sky to be clear, the bamboo is long, they are long, they are fast to the zenith, the bamboo shoots are sharp, and the ancestral spirit is broken through the mountain..."

As the rhythm of the dance accelerated, Yang Jing seemed to have entered the realm of selflessness, and a surprising scene appeared!

The Bamboo King actually began to hum in a low voice, he slowly moved his steps, gradually approached Yang Jing, raised the scepter in his hand, and danced gently, and the Luozhi people around him also began to hum.

The song was like starlight, filling the cave almost instantly, and the low but neat singing voice seemed to make the cave resonate, as if the whole mountain was trembling!

The people of Luo Zhi couldn't help but dance in unison, and the rocks on the roof of the cave kept falling, and the song seemed to beat the pulse of the earth, awakening the evil demon god who was sleeping in the night!

The song was like the breath of a demon god, making the earth tremble, as if they were singing with their own souls, just to awaken the ancient god of war!

Li Zhun and the others were completely stunned!

They thought that they were already disappointed in Yang Jing, they thought that they would definitely die this time, and they thought that Yang Jing had nothing to do.

But who knew that at the last critical moment, Yang Jing sang and danced as if possessed by a god, not only that, but also caused these Luozhi people to sing and dance!

It's a fateful night, it's a shocking night, but it's also the weirdest night!

Under the light of the star, they saw Yang Jing's knife head, which carved a somewhat vague pattern on the flat ground full of stone stalactites.

It was an eye, and around the eye were lines that radiated out, curving like the rays of the sun, and like... Like an old man's finger again... It's more like a section of bamboo branches...