[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

people leave.But before that, his reluctance always had a reason to indulge.

The current Ouyang Shaogong belongs to Ziyin, not from the heavenly realm, and is not considered a god, why is he always so obedient.

Even if he knew the meaning of disobeying Ouyang Shaogong, it was often not good for him, after an hour, Zi Yin still walked out of that room.

The sky was fine, Xiangling stayed alone in the small house, holding her fluffy tail, looking at Zi Yin's back, and sighing alone.

Ziyin walked for a long time, the distance was enough to place several Wujin houses, no villages, no trees, streams, or even a root of grass could be found.

The sun seems to have grown several times bigger, and the heat is so dry that the mouth is dry and the skin is about to crack.

The wind from nowhere, set off layers of heat waves, making Ziyin sweat all over, his blood bones were being roasted, his body seemed to be inserted into a pipe, and all the water would be squeezed out.

Ziyin can no longer think normally, and presses his forehead to try to wake himself up. When will this desolation appear, the endless yellow sand, like an ocean, lapping lazily with waves.

The yellow sand scraped on his face, and it hurt, his mind was confused, and Ziyin didn't know what he was thinking, so he took a slow step while supporting his knees, walked to the only dead tree, and sat down with his support.

The sky is clear and cloudless, blue as water, without a trace of variegation, and the red sun hangs in the sky like a big disc filled with blood.

"Your Highness..." Ziyin couldn't help murmuring, her mouth was so dry that she coughed.

He coughed more and more violently, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally fell asleep.

The sun in the dream was also frighteningly large, roasting the skin and flesh of the person as if they had melted together, sticky like a pile of pickles, without even the slightest bit of strength, even if they wanted to talk, they couldn’t even open their eyes, like walking in the desert After searching for a long time, I couldn't find a drop of water.

The red sun, yellow sand, flying flags, wind blowing dry sand all over the sky, and the reflection of the ice armor is as dazzling as needles.

The sound of horseshoes approaching, stepped on the dry sand dunes, and the sound of wood rattled all the way to the front.

There are few living things in the depths of this desert, and it is full of sand dunes, layer by layer stretching to the sky, and there is no human habitation.

An old dead tree still stands between the sky and the earth, and there is actually a person sitting under the tree, with a tall crown and broad belt, one can tell that it is a Han family scholar, sleeping there, and the full head of gorgeous hair is very eye-catching.

Wu Qing reined in his horse and asked the people around him: "Vice General Wu, look, should such a person be dealt with directly?"

Wu Qifeng raised his horsewhip and said, "I still need to ask? The young master has already issued an order to kill anyone who is suspicious on the way."

"Killed?" Wu Qing approached that person, sized him up carefully, and said, "This person looks extraordinary, I always feel that the young master should make the decision."

"You're really long-winded. No wonder the young master brought you from Chang'an and didn't give you a good seat." Wu Qifeng cursed again, drew his scimitar and got off the horse, intending to slit the man's throat.

Wu Qing suddenly grabbed his wrist and stopped his knife. The people on the ground opened their eyes, their gray pupils were icy cold, and even in this desert, it was so cold that people shivered.

Ziyin's eyes did not fall on the two of them, but when he looked around, he saw smoke and dust billowing at the junction of the sky and the earth, and the sound of horseshoes made the yellow sand rustle and fall, as if there were more than a thousand Qingqi galloping.

In the blink of an eye, this group of people has come to the front. Like the two people beside them, they are dressed in the military armor of the foreign garrison in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, covered their hands and covered their face, and only their eyes are exposed from the whole body.

This team of cavalry was extremely regular, and when they stopped, there was only the sound of reining in their horses, and soon became quiet, like a team of terracotta warriors dug out of the desert.

When they came over, the sound was thunderous, and the sand dunes under their feet were trembling, kicking up the sand ten feet high, throwing Zi Yin all over him, if he hadn't blocked it with his sleeve, he would definitely not even be able to see his appearance clearly now.

There was a thick layer of sand and dust on his body, and the plain white Eguan gown was all together. Ziyin sighed in his heart, but couldn't help it. He swept the sand on his white hair a few times, but before he put his hand down, he Suddenly stopped.

He looked at the leading young general, holding a white-tasseled steel gun, a silver helmet with red feathers, and a dark red coarse cloth mask, which completely covered his face, revealing only a pair of energetic red phoenix eyes, sharp and beautiful, he looked like a young man.

Of course Ziyin recognized him, as long as he saw these eyes, he would definitely recognize him.

Wu Qifeng explained the situation to the young man, but the young man didn't speak, but just stared at Zi Yin coldly, suddenly clenched the steel gun tightly, raised it slightly, paused for a long time, but then put it down again.

Ziyin couldn't help taking half a step back, he knew that just a moment ago, the boy was going to kill him, he thought for a long time, and finally remembered the boy's name, and said: "Dongfang..."

Hearing his hoarse voice, the boy narrowed his blade-like eyes, but still didn't speak.

No.80 Second round

Dongfang Sheng rode his horse forward a few more steps, this time he had no worries at all, the sound of piercing the air passed by his ears, Zi Yin hadn't had time to back away half a minute, the cold light of the spear point had pierced his throat.

There was a ringing sound from the goldware, and there was a crisp sound, Zi Yin took out his sword to block the blow, but he felt numb all over, the tiger's mouth was split open, and blood flowed from his hand to the sword.

This surprise attack almost overwhelmed Ziyin, he thought that Dongfang Sheng had changed his mind about killing him, but it was just a tentative attempt.

In this unfounded world, it seems that spiritual power cannot be used. Now Ziyin is just an ordinary person with superb swordsmanship. Even if he fights with all his strength, he may not be Dongfang Sheng's opponent.

Ziyin didn't have any chance to catch his breath, his cold spear was like a silver poisonous tongue, he went straight to his vitals, there was no possibility of throwing away half a point, they stalemate for a while, neither of them backed down, the battle was inextricably linked.

The loud sound of weapons sounded far away in the desert, thousands of Qingqi just watched quietly, Dongfang Sheng was condescending, the white tassel brushed Ziyin's face several times, but the tip of the gun was still not covered with his blood, which made Dongfang Sheng look down. Sheng is quite irritable.

The Jiama rushed forward suddenly, and suddenly pulled back, but Dongfang Sheng swept back with his gun, intending to take the head, but only knocked off Ziyin's hair crown, and the white hair flew up, like snow falling, hanging down. Scattered like an icefall.

Dongfang Sheng was stunned, he stared blankly at Ziyin, at that Huafa, with familiar eyebrows and eyes, and lost his soul.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Ziyin believed that Dongfang Sheng would not attack him again, picked up the hair crown and walked over, the deputy general Wu Qifeng called "Little Lord", Dongfang Sheng came back to his senses, Ziyin had arrived He stepped forward and grabbed the rein in his hand.

Wu Qing's saber has been unsheathed, as long as anyone helps Dongfang Sheng in the battle, Ziyin will undoubtedly die.

"Young Lord." Wu Qifeng called out again, much more cautiously.

Dongfang Sheng raised his hand to signal him to step back, and pulled the rein to ride his horse away, but Ziyin didn't let go, and even threw the hair crown, and grabbed his wrist with the other hand.

"Crazy, do you really want to die?" Dongfang Sheng finally spoke, his voice muffled through a thick cloth coat, his eyes were as sharp as razor blades, digging straight into Zi Yin's gray eyes.

The blood on Ziyin's hands splashed onto the silver armor drop by drop, he only looked into his eyes: "General, do you still know me..."

Dongfang Sheng snatched the reins abruptly, ran far away to make a surprise attack without delay, no matter who he was or not, he said sternly: "Get out!"

Seeing that he turned the horse's head and the whip was about to fall, Zi Yin felt anxious, and immediately took two steps forward, grabbed his wrist again, and said quickly: "I have no way out in this desert. I am on par with you, you must be rushing with the cavalry to fight the Turks, please also take me with you, the grace of saving lives will be remembered in your heart."

Dongfang Sheng didn't hesitate, and said directly: "It's fine, but I don't have any spare horses for you."

"I..." Zi Yin lowered his head slightly, facing this teenage boy, he was really a little embarrassed, and whispered, "I don't know how to ride a horse."

"You..." Dongfang Sheng didn't finish his sentence, but his contempt was obvious. He took off the water bag and handed it to Ziyin, and pulled him onto the horse.

Wu Qing immediately wanted to persuade him that it was too inappropriate for this person who looked like a cultivator to come from an unknown background.

Dongfang Sheng raised his hand to prevent him from speaking, and when Zi Yin sat down, he whistled, and more than a thousand Qingqi rode their horses galloping at the same time, which was spectacular.

Tang and Turkic wars have been going on for many years. Dongfang Shengshi grew up in the army. At the age of 15, he was stationed at the border and participated in the attack on the Turkic Yueshi City. He was sent as a forward and led a cavalry raid.

Ziyin didn't know what Dongfang Sheng had experienced before getting married. He only knew that he was a soldier who was born in the army. The illusion now is probably made by Ouyang Shaogong's memory. He didn't want him to lead an army to fight against foreigners when he was a teenager.

In this memory, Ziyin did not appear, so Dongfang Sheng would not recognize him anyway, he would only feel familiar.

The night sky of the desert is extremely low, it seems to be integrated with the yellow sand and sea desert, the sky is full of stars above the head, it seems that they are about to collide, big and round like a jade plate, the moon is shining and cold, the starry sky is endless, there is no end The dark night is so spectacular that it shocks people's minds.

The night was so cold that it could freeze, and Ziyin would not have time to tie her hair up again in the future. Her color was messy, her body was dusty and windy, and she was bumpy and exhausted for half a day. She looked like she had rolled out of the soil after wandering outside for 30 years. She had no fairy charm at all.

Dongfang Sheng is now a head shorter than Ziyin, and being dragged to death by this guy who can't ride a horse makes him uncomfortable, as if he is being hugged in his arms and can't use it.

The moonlight seemed to spread a layer of frost and snow on the yellow sand, the red feathers on the helmet were bent by the wind, and the battle armor was even more icy cold.

On the sand dunes on the horizon, there seems to be a piece of ethereal building suddenly appearing, which may be obliterated at any time. The cavalry rushes in the dark night, but they are as light and cunning as cats stealing fish.

In the fantasy world, Zi Yin always felt out of touch with this world, unable to integrate into the memories that had long passed. He brushed his white hair, pressed against Dongfang Sheng's shoulder armor, and called out: "Little General."

No matter how cold as frost and snow, there is a bit of tenderness when talking to his lover. Zi Yin is very attached to Ouyang Shaogong, and this opening, directly