I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 86 Chapter 087

The vast yellow sand, the wind and sand rolled up.

From the hot and twisted desert, two groups of people are chasing, one is fleeing, and the other is chasing and killing.

After a while, the fleeing people in front were surrounded by groups, all of them were in a terrible state of distress, with more or less injuries on their bodies, they broke away from the wallless city in the distance, and broke out.

It's just that they escaped less than ten miles before being overtaken. These people were men and women, guarding a woman with exquisite gold ornaments and two children who were no taller than a wheel.

"what."

"Em, I'm afraid."

"Where's Dad?"

The inquiries in a crying voice seemed to peel away the woman's fragility bit by bit.

"Tuoba, Ulan Tuoya, don't be afraid, it will be fine, it will be fine." The woman said with tears.

It's just that he didn't even believe what he said, so he hugged her two children tightly.

"Hahaha, this little girl is quite handsome. That idiot in Wotou City dared to refuse my prince's solicitation. He really didn't know what to do. It's just a pity that this beautiful girl, if he can..."

"Idiot, if you want to court death, it's not your turn."

The soldiers in leather armor were teasing, teasing, and telling some nasty jokes.

Followed the soldiers to chase and kill the disciples of the Vajra Sect and the fire worker Toutuo, but looked at the wife of the "friend" who had made good friends in the past, but did not have the slightest compassion.

This is the grassland law that the strong are respected.

The weak do not even have basic rights.

"Huogong, my husband and you have been friends in the past, so you can't show some affection in the past and leave some blood for my father. They are still children and don't understand anything?"

The woman said as if begging.

Fireworker Toutuo seemed to be deaf and didn't hear a sound.

The horseshoes galloped, and Li Ye led a small group of people, and quickly came towards the fleeing people.

"National teacher." Everyone saluted.

Zhou Dian looked at the dozens of people surrounded by groups, and his heart was extremely complicated. During this period of time, he had seen many such scenes, and as they came to the grassland, the grassland became more treacherous.

The strife between the various forces is even more naked, and the male clansmen who are almost taller than the wheels of the losing party are all slaughtered, and the women have some hope of being alive.

"Central Plains people, you will die badly. The grasslands are not a place where Central Plains people can live. One day, you will be killed by Chahantmuir. The grasslands will always be the place where the wolf's people hold the whip."

Li Ye looked stern, and the woman's pretty face became extremely ferocious, and tried to curse him.

His heart was like still water, and there was no disturbance in the slightest because of her words.

"One by one of you, kill her child." He ordered Zhao Ji and Zhao Min in cold blood.

Zhao Ji hesitated a little, looking at the child who was higher than his thigh, he felt a little compassion.

As for Zhao Min, she didn't hesitate at all, holding a knife like a wolf into a herd of sheep.

The moment she started, without Li Ye's orders, Fireworker Toutuo led his disciples to start together.

Weapons waved, blood bloomed in the desert.

"Hey." Zhou Dian sighed silently, looked at the killing in front of him, and at Li Ye who had become more and more ordinary, finally his desire to beg for mercy for the child was extinguished.

Li Ye did not urge Zhao Ji, but quietly let him think.

"I fought with you."

The blood-stained man cut down a soldier with his thick arms, and then rushed towards Li Ye regardless of his own safety.

call.

The wind and sand blew from behind Li Ye, lifting his robe forward, as if hugging someone who came.

Don't be in a hurry.

Li Ye stretched out two fingers, and pinched the tip of the knife accurately. With a slight tremor of his fingers, a force was transmitted from the tip of the knife to immobilize the opponent, and at the same time, the tip of the knife broke with a bang.

Whoosh.

The truncated tip of the knife turned back as if some kind of force had been exerted on it.

"Uh!"

Blood oozed from the throat, and the man fell backwards.

"Sin." Zhao Ji said a word, and once again got rid of a trace of obsession in his heart.

He moved.

The figure flitted past the crowd and came to the crying child. The light of the knife flashed in front of his eyes, cutting off the child's life, and at the same time cutting off his obsession that did not fit the knife's intention.

Moan.

His knife was trembling, as if he was very happy and excited.

"You will die badly, you will die badly."

The woman detained by the soldiers looked like a mad woman, and looked at Li Ye with hatred.

"How, do you regret it? If next time, can you do it?"

Li Ye ignored the woman, but condescended, and asked Zhao Ji who came back.

Zhao Ji wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, with regret in his eyes.

"Master, I really regret it, but it's okay."

Li Ye smiled.

"Okay, it's right to regret. People must have feelings. Sometimes emotions are power, but you have to overcome the regret in your heart, just like defeating the knife in your heart, so that you can continue to resist the fierceness of the knife."

Hearing this crazy way of practicing swords, Zhou Dian was deeply moved, and couldn't help feeling terrified for the people who learned this way of swordsmanship.

"Your sword is really evil. If one is not good, I'm afraid you will become a sword devil. Your way of practicing swords is a magic sword."

Li Ye smiled.

"The magic knife is based on people's senses. According to the customs of the Central Plains, it is true to say so, but it is not a magic knife. Is it important?"

Zhou Dian was silent.

A large group of people came from a distance, and everyone returned with a full load, and a huge flame rose in a further distance.

"National teacher, all the goals of our party have been eliminated, and the materials we have harvested are enough for us to continue the next round of westward march for a month, so let's go back first."

Wang Baobao said cheerfully.

"Well, you guys go back first, I will go to Qiucha City in three months."

Li Ye waved his hand and spoke.

Wang Baobao nodded and waved his hands behind him. Among the people behind him, a team of ten people walked out, and as Li Ye's guide, he led Li Ye to the west.

Several days passed.

Xiaowan, a simple settlement.

Li Ye brought people to this inconspicuous place on the grassland, first found a homestay to settle down, and then took a rest for a while.

After hearing the news from the returning guide, he went straight to the well-known Lingchan Temple.

This temple is one of the branches of Tantric Buddhism.

The temple is inconspicuous, but there is a famous virtuous monk in the grassland.

"Benefactor, I don't know why you came to this temple?"

The old novice who was sweeping the sand on the steps in front of the temple supported the yellow broom with one hand, and looked at Li Ye with a pair of cloudy eyes, vaguely guarded.

Through translation, Li Ye understood what the elder novice said.

"I, Zhong Yuan, Chong Ming, are here to visit the arsenal of the Vairocana sect."

His accent is extremely weird, even more difficult to distinguish than Tibetan Mandarin. He learned it specially, but his talent did not focus on language.

The elder novice was stunned, unable to understand at all.

Li Ye motioned to Zhao Min who was beside him, and asked her to repeat his words again. In addition, Zhao Min also added the name of Chahantmoor to clarify his identity.

"Oh it's you."

The old novice is not an ignorant person. He has also heard about Chahantmu'er, who has recently become more and more popular on the grassland, and knows that Zhongyuan has become a great master.

"Wait a minute." He then turned and walked back to the temple.

Translated by Zhao Min.

"Chong Ming, you came all the way to find this man, why?" Zhou Dian was a little confused.

Li Ye stood quietly outside the temple, waiting.

"The mainstream martial arts in the grassland is three rounds and seven veins. I am very interested, and Buddhism is not without benefits. I feel that there have been too many killings and distracting thoughts recently. Listening to the preaching of eminent monks can also cleanse the soul.

No reason, just to listen to the sermon. "

Zhou Dian seemed to have heard the Arabian Nights, but did not expect Li Ye's purpose to be this.

"You still need to hear the sermon."

Li Ye looked at Zhou Dian as if looking at a fool.

"If you don't come to listen, how do you know what the three rounds are and what the seven meridians are? You think I was born knowing it."

(End of this chapter)