The four gates of Chang'an were opened, tens of thousands of demon pawns rolled out, all the way west, one day's effort, has entered more than 100 miles, and arrived at the foot of Ma Wei Slope. ÷→

In front of Ma Wei Slope, at this time, thousands of pear blossoms are gone, and thousands of broken jade flowers are flying to the ground, turning into dust and soil.

"Stop!"

As soon as Ji Ruochen's military order came out, tens of thousands of demon soldiers stopped in unison, like fingers. Then the soft sedan car curtain was lifted, Ji Ruochen stepped out of the sedan car, first looked around the four fields, and then gave a few instructions to the accompanying generals, and the generals led their troops to guard the traffic arteries everywhere, and surrounded Ma Weipo.

Ji Ruochen did not move the true Yuan Divine Power, and slowly walked towards the Poding Mountain Temple step by step. On both sides of the road, there are pear trees of some years, and the branches are coiled, and the roots and branches are full of dust of the years. In the middle of winter, the pear tree should be full of life and sleep, waiting for the spring of the next year. However, the pear trees in the mountains had just sprouted, and then they withered and turned into mud, and in an instant the flowers fell and the vitality disappeared, full of resentment and resentment.

When Ji Ruochen walked up the mountain, his divine sense had already covered the entire Maweipo, and the things in this place had been roughly guessed six or seven out of ten. It's just that he didn't know why his heart suddenly throbbed that day, and he didn't know why this pear wood looked so resentful.

When he entered the mountain temple and stood in the courtyard, his divine consciousness was like mercury, covering the entire small temple, gathering every bit of breath one by one, and re-walking in the sea of consciousness. So Ji Ruochen saw thousands of forbidden soldiers shouting, waving knives and grabbing guns, and wanted to rush into the temple. The chamberlains and guards guarded the temple gate with their bodies, and the general guarded it outside the door. In the main hall, Emperor Ming's face was as pale as paper, and he was saying something to Gao Lishi, who was lying on the ground. Next, I saw Concubine Yang and Gao Lishi go out of the main hall and go to the east side room. The next moment, it was Yang Yuhuan hanging on the three-foot white silk, and then Gao Lishi commanded the soldiers to knock down the side hall and bury it.

When he saw Yang Yuhuan wrapping the three-foot white silk around his neck, a silent thunderbolt suddenly exploded in Ji Ruochen's brain, and he was shocked to a blank in an instant!

At this moment, he couldn't see or hear, he only felt that the skin around him was like a burn, as if there were fierce flames around him, which could burn him into a pile of scorched bones at any time!

Although Ji Ruochen's cultivation has long been different from what it used to be, in this burning city, it is still difficult to argue the truth. He barely looked around, but everywhere he could see was raging flames, and through the engulfing flames and twisted smoke, he could barely see some of the burning pavilions and the towering ancient trees in the fall. He forced his eyes to open his eyes in the flames, and as soon as he saw it, there was a sting pain in his eyes, and the burning city of flames immediately darkened, and everything returned to darkness. It turned out that his eyes were so burned that he couldn't see for a while.

It's just that although the world is full of ink, the background of the gradual distancing is clear, so the pain that floats from the bottom of my heart can no longer be hidden.

Ji Ruochen screamed and suddenly broke free from the darkness. He knelt on his knees, supported by his hands, so that he did not fall, and cold sweat poured out of his body, soaking his thin clothes. Sweat trickled down and pooled into a puddle of water beneath him.

Finally, Ji Ruochen took a breath and calmed down a little, and his whole body seemed to be about to collapse, not only was the true yuan empty, but even his physical strength was not much left. In the mountains and rivers, it was cold, and the lotus had lost its spiritual luster, and only the deepest part of the lotus heart still had a star of blue, which was the last Mingyan.

Ji Ruochen struggled to stand up and looked around. The surrounding area was still the same dilapidated small temple, and two remaining bonfire ashes could be seen in the courtyard, which had long been cold. The door of the main hall is ajar, and the incense cases that are put together can be faintly seen inside. The west side hall is still intact, and the east hall is already a piece of rubble. The sky was already covered with lead clouds, and the cold wind blew, sprinkling snow flakes one after another.

Ji Ruochen picked up only Yu Zhenyuan, and with a wave of his right hand, the rubble of the side hall on the east side scattered in all directions, falling out of the hall below. Under this ruin, there was only a gorgeous skirt, but there was no body of Yang Yuhuan! Ji Ruochen seemed to have expected this result, but he just sighed secretly. When he was dying in the wilderness, one of the reasons that supported him to persist was revenge, but at this time, he really saw Concubine Yang hang herself, full of anger, and suddenly turned into spring snow and gradually passed away. After the Ming Emperor fled westward in a hurry, he only walked more than 100 miles, and the demon pawns exerted their strength, and they could catch up with them in one day and night at the latest.

It's just that although Emperor Ming is here, Ji Ruochen can't afford to kill him.

Standing in the center of this bleak and lonely small temple, Ji Ruochen's heart is also like this windy and snowy day, gradually lonely. His divine consciousness returned to the heart of the Lotus Lotus, and merged with the last star and flame, and returned to loneliness. The imperial spirit of the world that has been cultivated in the Taiji Hall has gradually faded.

One volt at a time, in line with the way of heaven. For Ji Ruochen, the imperial qi cultivated through the Taiji Hall is already the peak of momentum, and it is silent at this moment, and it is secretly merging the avenue.

However, deep down in his heart, he actually couldn't understand whether the depressed momentum this time was due to the ebb and flow of the tide, or whether it would be mixed with something else.

When Ji Ruochen stepped out of the mountain temple, it was already late, and snowflakes the size of goose feathers were falling one after another, decorating the mountains near and far into a silvery white. When the army came, there was also a thick layer of snow on the official road, and the road was difficult. In this snowy and windy weather, and it is almost dusk, not to mention the barren mountains and mountains, even on the official road and avenue, there is no half of a figure. Although the demon pawn is not as cold as ordinary people, he stood in the cold wind and snow for a long time, and his lips were so cold that his lips were gray. Within a radius of dozens of miles, the only place that can shelter from the wind and rain is the mountain temple on the top of the slope. But when there was a military order, no one stepped on the top of the slope.

Ji Ruochen walked through the group of demon pawns, returned to the soft sedan chair, and lightly ordered: "Go back to Chang'an." ”

The generals beside the sedan chair were all stunned, and couldn't help asking: "General, the Ming Emperor has run out of more than 100 miles at most, although it is snowing, but if I wait for a light trip, I can catch up with them at most in the morning." The subordinates have already inspected the surrounding traces, and there are at most one or two thousand military horses around the Ming Emperor!"

There was silence in the soft sedan for a moment, and Ji Ruochen said: "Go back to Chang'an." ”

Since the formation of the army, Ji Ruochen's military orders have only been issued a second time at most, and they have never been explained. The generals also knew that they could not disobey, so they scattered and gathered their troops. According to the method handed down by the world, the various departments turned around and walked in order, and in a moment it was a strict army walking on the snow at night, rolling towards Xijing.

In the soft sedan car, Ji Ruochen's eyes were level, and a hint of blue faintly appeared in his pupils. Although the soft sedan chair was sealed impermeable, he no longer wandered, and all his divine consciousness was kept in the heart of the Lotus Lotus, but every flower and tree, snow and dust in the land outside the sedan chair were clearly reflected in his heart.

In the dark and dreary sky, snow flakes fell one after another, as if it would never stop.

For Ji Ruochen, this battle has come to an end. The rest is An Lushan's own business. As for this demon army, it will not obey the orders of anyone but him. This army is still useful in the Qingxu war, and after the Qingxu war, it will be time for everything to end.

However, after more than half a year, the yin qi spiritual power on these demon pawns will be exhausted, and they will be no different from ordinary people. Although many people have lived for more than ten years and twenty years, their body strength is much greater, and their flexibility and speed are far beyond ordinary people. Especially these demon pawns have experienced countless killing arrays, and this battle in this dynasty is still easy to fight, whether it is Guo Ziyi or An Lushan, they will not let go of such a good soldier. If they are bloodied before the battle, their families will be able to have a few more years of food and clothing, and even add one or two acres of thin fields. In troubled times, human life is cheap, and all living beings are actually just a few choices.

Fortunately, in addition to Ji Ruochen, there is another person in charge of the demon army, named Ji Tianxia. This person scraped three feet of ground in Hebei Province, and in addition to filling his own pockets, he finally still had a sense of public spirit, and left a lot of money and food for the army. After occupying Xijing, it is even more impossible for the world to let go of this thousand-year-old capital. If Xijing is also ploughed by the world, then the demon pawn who died for Ji Ruochen for several months will be able to have enough rich salary, and those who die in battle should also have a pension.

I don't know if Ji Tianxia really has a little awe of heaven and earth, or in order to hide his love for money, he always claims to leave a glimmer of life in a desperate situation, so as to be a good life. As a result, wherever he has governed, every household has surplus grain, which can barely survive the green and yellow season. Whether they were originally wealthy businessmen or just poor tenant farmers, they would become exactly the same as long as they lived a full term under the rule of Jitianxia. When everyone in the world is helped, it is said that all living beings are equal, and it should be so.

Half of China is full of snow. On such a cold night, it should have been a short and long season for the family to simmer on the warm kangtou, drink a glass of old wine, and discuss the short and long season of the neighbors, but it is a pity that since An Lushan started the army, almost all the north of the Huai River has been involved in the war. The land of Shenzhou is full of beacon fires, grasping Ding, collecting grain, thousands of people, few who are not hungry and cold, and are displaced. More people, on such a cold night, have no rice to feed their hunger, no firewood to keep warm, and they have to grieve for their fathers and sons who have just been conscripted into the army. Regardless of whether the bad news has been passed or not, in the troubled times, there is not one out of ten who can survive being conscripted into the army.

An Lushan is a barbarian in the north, a fierce general, with an army of 100,000 under his command, all of whom are first-class elites of this dynasty. He also knew a lot about military affairs, and was well versed in the nobility of soldiers, so although he attacked cities and plundered land, he only grabbed grain and was not in a hurry to recruit soldiers. The soldiers recruited by An Lushan, Shi Siming, and An Qingxu's three-way army are exactly the same as Ji Ruochen's all the way. In contrast, since Feng Changqing arrived in Luoyang, he has collected a total of 200,000 yuan, and transferred more than 300,000 people. Feng Changqing was defeated in a row, and only tens of thousands of five or six hundred thousand men were able to survive their lives. However, most of these men died at the hands of An Lushan's army, and I don't know who should be counted for this confused account of the devastation of life and the suffering of the people.

Although the monks and the mundane coexist between heaven and earth, they are really very different. Although the land of Shenzhou is full of war, for the monks, this war is gradually moving away from them.

Tiantai Mountain is faint in clouds and mist all the year round, drizzle is like silk, the mountain is beautiful but not soft, the air is clear but not demonic, although it is the middle of winter, the deep mountain of the valley is still lush with green trees, and the stream is murmuring.

In a quiet and elegant, interesting valley, there are several waterfalls. Behind the waterfall there is a natural cave, deep and tortuous, and the cave wall is covered with moss. If there are monks who know the goods here, they will recognize this piece of moss as navy blue, thick and soft, tough and strong, and faintly red lines, forming a looming strange flower. This is the world's miracle medicine Liuyang flower that will grow in the world's yin to dampness. Hugh saw that the cave wall was vast and covered with moss, but the total number of large and small six sunflower flowers on the moss was forty or fifty, and the size was different.

There are several clear springs in the cave, which meander and flow. The place where the clear spring converges, is a cold pool that does not know the depth, there is a crystal clear small tree on the stone in the pool, the height of the tree is only half as much, nine leaves are born, three red fruits are born, bright and dripping. The ripples in the pool water are faint, and it can be seen that there are several small finger-sized and silver-white fish piercing the edges.

By the pond water, there is a stone bed, two stone cases, and a few stone jade stools, and several rows of bookshelves are chiseled on the cave wall, and the shelves are full of ancient books. I don't know how to keep it from rotting or rotting in this dark and damp stone cave.

Although the cave is cold and damp, it is extremely cold and pure. Even if you are a mortal, if you stay here for a long time, you will not feel cold, you will only feel refreshed.

Such a blessed land is one of the spiritual ruins of the world's thirty-six small caves, where the previous generation of Mr. Bai Yun practiced for a hundred years and finally became a Dao fruit.

The fog in the cave suddenly lifted, and a gray-robed woman walked in. She was dressed in a pale gray robe, her hair was simply tied in a bun with green silk, tied to the top of her head with a strip of burlap, and a whisk of dust was stuck in her waist, and the wooden handle was rough, made entirely of unpeeled branches. The whole body, and the piece of jade hanging from the waist is verdant, and it doesn't look ordinary.

This woman can't see her age, and she doesn't use powder, and she suddenly sees that she is just beautiful, but the more she looks at it, the more she looks at it, and it seems that the spirit of the world is all gathered in her.

She held a woman in her arms, walked to the stone case, gently placed the person in her arms on the stone case, and stared.

The woman on the case did not wear fancy clothes, did not wear gold ornaments, and the green silk was scattered, only wearing a plain white underwear. Her face was serene, as if she was in a deep sleep, her face was pale and bloodless, and there was a slight frown between her eyebrows, but she did not hide the appearance of the country and the city, which was the Yang Concubine Yuhuan who died in Ma Weipo.

The woman in front of the case lasted for a long time, and Fang reached out to straighten out the scattered green silk for Yang Yuhuan, and gently untied the white silk from her neck. She is like five fingers, and she caresses all the tricks on Yang Yuhuan's body. It's just that no matter how powerful she is, Yang Yuhuan's soul has already disappeared, how can she find it back? The woman in gray actually knew this result, but no matter what, she was a little unwilling, so she couldn't help but give it a try.

Finally, the woman in gray withdrew her hand and sighed softly. She held the white silk in her left hand, pinched the trick with her right hand and pondered for a moment, then suddenly sneered and said to herself: "My Lingxu lineage is only too true to pass on the mantle in this generation, and I was so killed." That's it, that's it, I'll fight but I mistook cultivation, but what can I do! On the green ruins, goodbye life and death!"

The woman in gray made a move, and a vermilion fruit fell off on the jade tree in the cold pool and landed in her palm. She took Zhu Guo in her arms, and did not take other artifacts and magic weapons, so she went to the spirit ruins.

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