So dozens of knives slashed again, and Ulan Baatar spun down and threw his fist. However, this punch was blocked by Baili Chuanhong, and dozens of knives slashed at Ulan Batel's back without falling, still leaving no trace.

Ulan Baatar frowned, even if this knife was cut for a year, it would only be a knife after all, and it would be impossible to hurt him. But his heart was very painful, because he knew that he had failed, that he had lost all hope.

What if all the cavalry entered Chang'an City?

Now he understands that this is not those big tents in the steppe, as long as you kill enough people and kill all the nobles, the rest will belong to you. This is the Central Plains, this is Chang'an, there is only endless fighting here, and millions of people in the city are your enemies.

And, by now, how many cavalry are left under his command?

Ulan Baatar didn't want to see it, because he heard the angry roar of Eriqing, it was a dying struggle, he was too old, his qi and blood were decaying, the limit was approaching, and in the face of the siege of countless masters, it was already the limit to support him for so long.

Ulan Baatar also roared, his whole body was full of energy, although he was injured, but his strength was still almost at the peak, Baili Chuanhong also did not show weakness, three palms in succession, one palm slapped to Ulan Baatre's head, one palm hit the left chest, and one palm slashed into the waist.

Between the two, no one can get close.

Ulan Baatar had red eyes, bulging muscles, and a raging electric snake throbbing around him, like a beast cornered.

But Baili Chuanhong, who was fighting against him, suddenly stopped, and his body retreated like a ghost, swept over the meadow, and came to the crowd, Ulan Batel raised his head, his eyes followed him, and then he found that he had been surrounded by a dense crowd.

There are people from the Central Plains all around, and there is no longer a single barbarian knight to be seen.

He was silent for a moment, his eyes cleared again, and all the rage and bloodlust disappeared from him in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the crowd also slowly separated.

A figure in gold armor and a blood-stained iron sword was surrounded by countless guards, and the flow of people in front of him split a path, and people let out bursts of exclamations, and hurriedly covered their mouths with their hands.

Baili Chuanhong took out the lantern from his broken sleeve like a trick, and stood respectfully beside Liu Ye, illuminating the open space in front of him for him.

Countless people raised torches.

The light of the fire brightens the earth.

Liu Ye stared straight at Ulan Baatar in front of him, he had also seen barbarians, but that was when he was a child, the envoys of the barbarians came to pay tribute with cattle and sheep, and they were really full of sheep's smell, and they were also five big and three coarse.

The barbarian in front of him was quite different, and the difference came from his eyes.

Someone told him his identity just now, although he had long heard that the high priest of this barbarian tribe was as young as himself, but in his mind, he always imagined that the priest should be an old man.

Wait for them to really face to face.

Only then did he realize that the person opposite was really young, even younger than he should be, with a thin body, not like a martial artist with extreme strength, just like a child.

But the way he looked at himself clearly told himself that this guy in front of you is not a human, but a sinister demon, a demon who keeps a clear mind.

Liu Ye swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said coldly, "You lost." ”

Ulan Baatar was silent.

"We won!"

Liu Ye raised his palms and shouted loudly, this sentence was said to the people of Liyang.

Hundreds of thousands of people raised their hands at the same time, like a sea of forests, and no one went to Ulan Batel, who was standing alone, and they shouted in unison: "We have won!"

This voice resounded between heaven and earth, and it did not disperse for a long time.

Amid countless laughter and laughter, Ulaanbaatar left, and in this cheerful world, there was no room for him, the maker of sorrow. He did not return to the grassland, because he lost so many people, and still failed, and even directly led to the defeat of the entire Golden Horde, this shame is indescribable.

......

Wudang Mountain, Little Lotus Peak.

The cool mountain breeze blows along the deep valley, carrying the fragrance of dew and plants.

Zhang Yuanzhi sat on a bluestone on the top of the mountain, with a sky full of stars on his head, looking at the empty world in front of him, as if he had a feeling, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Chang'an City.

He laughed and breathed a sigh of relief, his beard moving in the wind, and his robe rising in the wind.

The sheathed sword stood straight at his side, embedded in the solid rock, and could be reached at hand.

It's been a long time.

A purple-red glow appeared in the sky.

There was one more person next to him.

"You are?"

Zhang Yuan was stunned, looked at the young man in front of him, and was slightly surprised.

The young man didn't look at the morning sun on the horizon, although it was beautiful.

He just looked at the Taoist priest in front of him, the Taoist priest was very old, his cultivation was very high, higher than himself, although he hadn't seen it, but he also knew who this Taoist priest was.

He bowed slightly and said, "My name is Ulan Baatar and I am from the Golden Horde's Court, and I have some questions for the chief here. ”

Zhang Yuanzhi looked at Ulan Batel's eyes, which were bright, full of hatred and doubts. He thought it was funny, it had been a long time since he had met such an interesting character.

"I can't answer your question. ”

Ulan Baatar was stunned and said, "I haven't said my question yet, how do you know that you can't answer it?"

Zhang Yuanzhi shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, no matter what kind of question it is, I can't answer it." ”

Ulan Baatar was silent for a moment, feeling that he knew the reason, and was a little disappointed, and said, "Okay, I know. ”

He turned around to leave, but Zhang Yuanzhi called him again at this time and said, "Now, where else can you go?"

Ulan Baatar knew what Zhang Yuanzhi meant, he only frowned, and wanted to refute, saying that with his martial arts, the world is so big, where can he go?

But in the end, he didn't say anything.

The world is big, where is my hometown?

Ulan Baatar wanted to go back to the grassland, but he felt that after he returned, he didn't know how to face his people, and the Golden Horde, who had lived on the grassland for generations, could live a better life without him.

So why did he go back?

"It's better to stay on the mountain and follow me to cultivate. ”

Hearing this, Ulan Batel was stunned, turned to look at the old man in front of him, and asked, "What is the Tao?"

He had heard of Taoism in the Central Plains, but he had never read even a single Taoist classic.

Zhang Yuanzhi smiled slightly and said, "What is the Dao? This question is really profound and direct, and I don't know very well. ”

Ulan Baatar frowned, the more he thought about it, the more unreliable he felt, and said with some doubts: "You have cultivated the Dao all your life, and you still don't know what the Dao is?"

Zhang Yuanzhi shook his head, his face was full of sincere smiles, and he said very casually: "It's really not clear, let's cultivate first, maybe, cultivate and cultivate, and you'll know." ”

......

Wanzhou, Li Zhuangzi.

Among the Hou Mansions.

Li Wenshuo walked out of the stove-like room, rinsed the sweat on his body twice with clean water, changed his clothes, and walked to the empty martial arts training ground, but he did not practice swords like the previous two days, but just looked up at the west, which was the direction of Chang'an City.

Just before, he felt the powerful aura that was heading towards Hanzhou pass overhead, and he was familiar with it, knowing that it was Ulan Batel. He was very happy, because the breath was so embarrassed that it was like he was fleeing in a hurry.

Liu Ye is still a competent emperor after all.

Li Wenshuo thought like this, a little happy, thinking about such a happy thing, it was time to drink and celebrate, but in the morning, the whole Zhuangzi was still asleep.

He couldn't help but want to go to Chang'an to have a look, thinking that it must be very lively now, and no one could sleep. But when I think about it, isn't it embarrassing that I just beat him up a few days ago, and now I'm going again?

When he thought of this, he felt extremely melancholy.