He thought he was bewitched

In the 22nd year of Qingjia, on the [-]th day of the eighth month, Bei Rong knocked on the pass.

In the same year, on August [-]th, Changyan Pass fell.

In the same year, on August [-], reinforcements arrived.

From August [-]th to November [-]th of the same year, the two armies were in a stalemate.

On November [-], Ye Shuai was assassinated and seriously injured, and the situation in northern Xinjiang was critical.

Fu Tingya knew that the wind in northern Xinjiang was very cold, but he had never really experienced it.

It wasn't until that day that he watched pots of blood being brought out from the handsome tent that he knew how cold the winter in northern Xinjiang was.

The distance between Changyan Pass and Qishan Pass is hundreds of miles. Although there are no major cities and towns in the middle, there are many villages scattered there.

With the advance of the army, Bei Rong retreated a little bit, and many rescued people were very grateful. Ye Shiyi was assassinated when he got off his horse to comfort them——

Enthusiastic people crowded to meet each other, and a child with braided horns suddenly rushed in front of the horse, and Ye Shiyi crossed his arms and reined in the horse in an instant.

At the same time, the assassin hiding in the crowd flew up, pounced like a ghost, and the blade in his hand gleamed coldly!

The horse's hooves hung high, and the village woman who rushed up to protect the child curled up under the horse. Ye Shiyi controlled the horse with one hand, and with the other hand, he drew a sword like lightning, blocking the stabbing sharp blade fiercely, and the iron weapons intersected to make a piercing sound. With the sound of sliding, the horse rushed to the side in fright, and the crowd dispersed in alarm. Ye Shuyi immediately leaned back, dodging the hidden weapon that broke through the wind, and the guards who followed Ye Shuyi finally reacted at this moment Come here and draw your swords to meet those assassins!

Seeing this, Fu Tingya felt that the situation was settled. Just as he put his sword back into its sheath and let go of his hanging heart, he saw a large blood flower suddenly bursting on Ye Shuyi's chest——

He couldn't remember what he was thinking at that moment, and the expression on his face was so stunned and ferocious. When he realized that he had already protected Ye Shiyi in his arms, the noise around him faded away like the tide , but he could feel any slight movement of Ye Shuyi.

Ye Shiyi pressed his hand.

The hand that wants to draw the sword.

He's going to let the assassins go.

why?

Fu Tingya withdrew his thoughts and knelt down to accept the order.

The wind passed through the gap in the curtain, blowing the hem of the messenger's clothes. The dark color and the golden silk thread embroidered a monster with thorny hair and bright teeth, as if it would open its mouth to bite and swallow people at any time. Fu Tingya stared at the pattern on it for a long while, before he said: "I accept the order, thank you Lord Long."

"Your Highness, my absolute dignity is in His hands." The envoy said, and handed the imperial decree to Fu Tingya.

Ye Shuai was seriously injured, the two armies were at a stalemate, and the cold winter was approaching, Bei Rong wanted to break the situation, and wanted to fight the battle between the two to decide the matter of all armies.

In other words, the Beibei and the Communist Party will send out one person each, and the two will fight to the death, and the country represented by the loser will voluntarily withdraw its troops.

Emperor Longyuan agreed.

"I will live up to your Majesty's trust." Fu Tingya said.

The envoy bowed and saluted upon hearing the words. As a confidant of Emperor Longyuan, he had received the news that Feng Yi was Fu Tingya, the owner of the Jingyu Tower, before his trip, but he was still shocked and astonished. The idle prince waiting to die actually has extraordinary martial arts, and is extremely famous in the Jianghu.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sweat for those ministers in the court who didn't know anything and who spoke with disdain for the prince in the court.

The number one master of Beirong is called Yelufeng.

It is said that his wife is a famous prostitute in Suzhou. His young ranger once came to the Central Plains when he was traveling in the rivers and lakes. When passing through Suzhou, he immediately fell in love with the woman leaning on the roof of the building with her face covered by a fan.

So he rode a horse and shouted downstairs, Mobei was bitterly cold and windy, but he was extremely free, and asked her if she would go with him and let go of the gold and jade shackles.

The woman smiled when she heard the words, her smile was gentle, but her movements were crisp and unrestrained, she jumped down from upstairs, her red dress was ostentatious, and she fell steadily into the arms of this big man from Mobei.

Yelufeng is just like the one portrayed in this widely circulated love affair, he is a free and easy and extremely presumptuous person.

There are also rumors that he once climbed the Qianren Snow Mountain in order to learn from his teacher, and his Moon-mingling Saber technique is so superb that it can make a pack of wolves bow their heads.

It is no regret to fight to the death with such a person.

Fu Tingya pressed his chest to stop the pain in his heart that seemed to be bitten by a little bit, like a centipede crawling slowly, the tiny and burly feet with hooks scraping the soft flesh, arousing restlessness , and the sadness that he didn't want to admit, but couldn't ignore.

When he thought of the name Ye Shuyi, he felt a little sad.

I once thought that I had already traveled all over thousands of rivers and mountains, and the clouds and smoke passed by, but it was cold, calm and unfeeling.

But at this moment Fangjue, it turns out that he is still the child who likes to grab the corner of the other party's clothes, watch the other party bow his head, smile slightly, and softly comfort and teach.

I just don't know if there is still a chance.

Fu Tingya took a deep breath, and rode his horse straight into the deep forest.

At this moment, the mountain on the other side of Duyun Peak is already full of knights from the Central Plains, and they also got the news——

The owner of Jingyulou will fight Yelufeng, the number one master of Beirong, at the top of Duyun, and this battle is related to the stability of northern Xinjiang.

The rivers and lakes and the imperial court have been very different from each other since ancient times, but this does not mean that they have no hatred for the invasion of foreign races.

"Master Fu... can he win?"

"The number one in the martial arts list has long since retired, and he is the only one in this battle..."

"If you lose, you can be regarded as a sinner through the ages!"

"How can it be counted like this? Even if Master Fu is buried in the clouds and crosses the clouds, he should be called a hero..."

Amidst the din, a voice suddenly came, like swords and soldiers, directly interrupting everyone's discussion, and said coldly and decisively: "He will not lose."

Everyone turned their heads to look, but they saw the man's white clothes, and disappeared in the forest in an instant.

The first time Fu Tingya saw Ye Shuyi, he knew that the man's injuries were not fully healed and he was holding on.

As before, I always try my best to toss my body.

Thinking of this, Fu Tingya's lips curled into a small smile, like a spring greeting in late spring.

"Ting Ya, let me go for you."

Ye Shouyi stopped Fu Tingya's horse with a horizontal sword, and looked up at Fu Tingya with sharp eyes.

"Don't force me to do anything to you." Fu Tingya said calmly with his usual expression.

He saw the fine sunlight passing through the slanting branches and falling on Ye Shiyi's face, like transparent wings of butterflies, which seemed to be broken at the touch of a finger, but could fly in the wind and rain.

"This is my responsibility."

"Your responsibility?" Fu Tingya raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes were contemptuous: "In your current state, are you going to die or shame?"

Ye Shouyi clenched the sword in his hand, and then heard Fu Tingya continue: "Are you abandoning the dignity of your family and country for me—for your own selfish desires? Are you still talking about high-sounding—responsibility?"

Ye Shouyi raised the tip of his sword and pointed it at Fu Tingya.

The smile on Fu Tingya's face gradually faded, he took a serious look at Ye Shuyi, and finally sighed: "Are you sure... at this time?"

At this time, if you fight me, no matter who wins, they will lose against Yelufeng in the end.

Taking advantage of Ye Shouyi's amazing kung fu, Fu Tingya flicked his long sleeves, and a hidden weapon flew out quickly, hitting Ye Shouyi's chest mercilessly, right on his unhealed wound, a mouthful of blood In an instant, he rushed to his throat, and he subconsciously caught the hidden weapon that fell without piercing the flesh. At the same time, Fu Tingya galloped past Ye Shouyi——

"Master, wait for me to come back." He said.

Ye Shuyi supported his body with the tip of his sword, and he knew that he was impulsive.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Tingya's distant voice came through: "When I come back, I will take you to hide in Jiangnan—"

Fu Tingya's figure finally disappeared in the forest, he didn't look back, and his movements were as simple as any usual parting.

Sure enough, he had guessed it.

Ye Shouyi lowered his eyes, when he stopped Fu Tingya's sword, he knew that the other party must be able to guess that the person who did it was Emperor Longyuan.

Thinking of this, Ye Shuyi slowly clenched the jade token in his hand.

Shocked by the feathers, it is as if the owner is here in person.

Is this... another way out besides cooking myself to death?

Obviously he even himself...

"You're here." Yelufeng sat expressionlessly on a boulder on Duyun Peak to wipe his knife, and raised a pair of eagle eyes that were extremely sharp.

"I thought you were running away."

However, what Yelufeng waited for was not Fu Tingya's answer, but a thunderous sword that split the sky and the earth!