my voice is poisonous

In addition to the usual road, Wen Qinru is usually ignorant, not to mention Yan Qingjiang, who has hardly been out of the house, so once they fled in the forest, the two of them suddenly looked like two headless Flying around like a fly, just run to the place where there is no one without thinking, and don't care about the direction or direction, as long as you don't get caught first.

Yan Qingjiang is now more and more like a mortal, and he can't stop panting after walking the mountain road for a long time.

Wen Qinru was hungry and tired, half her life was about to die, she tried her best to hold on for a while, and finally held on to the stone wall beside her, and threw herself on it, dizzy and said: "No... .I can't...let me take a breath...just...go again..."

Yan Qing waved her hand to tell her to stop talking and to rest quickly. The road ahead is still long, so it's good if they can slow down for a while, otherwise they won't be able to reach the Empress Wu, and they will die of exhaustion on the way.

While Wen Qinru was recovering his strength, Yan Qingjiang leaned against the stone wall and wrapped the pear flower lantern back into his clothes and carried it behind him, turning his head and frowning, looking around.

From the bottom of the cliff, they seemed to have fallen from the forest to the barren hills and hills: the trees along the way became more and more scarce, and the vision was extremely wide, and there seemed to be a wasteland full of rocks in front of them.

With the strong wind, sand and gravel were flying, rocks and clouds collapsed, and the clinking gravel collided with each other. With the sound of howling wind, it became more desolate and desolate, quite frightening.

Yan Qingjiang's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and he was keenly aware of the extremely unusual breath coming from the wind. He was about to call Wen Qinru to go quickly when the sky suddenly darkened.

Layer upon layer of clouds gradually covered most of the autumn sun above the head, and the huge strange rocks protruding all over the mountains were divided into two colors of yin and yang in this strange sky phenomenon, blocking them ferociously like giant beasts in the tomb. between roads.

Wen Qin was sweating like a heavy shirt, lying on the mountain wall in a daze to let the wind dry her clothes, she shuddered, her soft arms tightened her neckline, she looked up in surprise, and asked Yan Qingjiang with a strange expression: "Where is this place?" ..... Is it bad Feng Shui? The cloudy air is a bit heavy, and the wind is getting louder

Whistled up..."

"Well," Yan Qingjiang answered concisely, turned around and went to help her, and said solemnly, "Let's go quickly."

He supported Wen Qinru and was about to get up, when the sound of the wind suddenly changed its tone, the gust of wind was enveloping wisps of dark wind, Wen Qinru's body paused, and her feet staggered immediately, she pressed one hand on her forehead, Pale.

Yan Qingjiang called nervously: "Qinru?"

"Huh?" Wen Qinru shook his head, his eyes showed some confusion and discomfort, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, just now I suddenly felt very depressed in my heart, as if I couldn't vent my bad breath... .”

Yan Qingjiang's face changed when he heard the words, and he only urged, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go!"

Wen Qinru nodded and said "Okay", Yan Qingjiang was also extremely tired, but he bent down and hugged her, took her to jump on the stone wall with strength, and used light effort to move forward for more than ten feet, the clothes hanging in the wind There was a sound of hunting.

He continued to follow the boulder as a foothold, and Wen Qinru made him rise and fall to carry him far away, hanging above a small rocky beach.

That rocky beach seems to be different from the others. The palm-sized land is sparsely surrounded by columnar strange stones as high as a person, and a stone platform like a rosette protrudes in the middle. The light blue watery streamer looks like someone has been sitting on it all day.

Wen Qinru's uncomfortable feeling that dissipated just now reappeared and intensified, coiling around her heart, making her head swell and her ears buzzing, she grabbed Yan Qingjiang's arm His fingers tightened involuntarily.

Yan Qingjiang turned his head to catch a glimpse of her abnormal expression, and hurriedly stepped on a stone pillar to stop, and asked anxiously: "Why is it uncomfortable, but you are afraid of heights?"

Wen Qinru put her hands on her chest, took a hard breath, and shook her head, "It's nothing, let's go."

Seeing this, Yan Qingjiang squinted at the stone formation below him, and while he was thinking, he suddenly heard a sharp sound of "swoosh" piercing through the air coming from far and near. Before he had time to think, he hugged Wen Qin and jumped off the stone pillar Before he could stand firm in front of the stone formation, he heard the crisp sound of "ding" as gold and stone collided.

The next moment, an arrow fell from mid-air and landed at his feet.

Yan Qingjiang and Wen Qinru raised their heads together, and saw that the group of well-trained men and horses had already entered the rocky wasteland where not a single blade of grass grew. When they found their trace, they divided into two teams and quickly surrounded them. Hundreds of horseshoes galloped, The ground rumbled.

Yan Qingjiang didn't dare to delay for a moment, pulled Wen Qinru to lift his foot, when another arrow volleyed in the air and shot towards the place where his next step was to land.

Yan Qingjiang: "?!!"

He changed direction and continued, but the arrow seemed to have eyes. After being blocked several times, he and Wen Qinru were finally overtaken by those people, and within a short while, they were trapped by the chasing troops.

The man in the lead was another guard who was tricked by Yan Qingjiang. He was wearing iron armor at this time, and the bow and arrow in his hand had not been retracted. He stopped in front of the stone formation five steps away from Yan Qingjiang, and said loudly. : "Your majesty has ordered you to invite Lord Yan to the palace to face the saint."

His voice was carried by the wind, Yan Qingjiang's ears moved, his eyes met his, and he raised his head and said, "I won't go."

The man raised his brows when he heard the words, apparently he had never expected him to be so straightforward, his eyes flashed with surprise, he took another step forward on the horse, and his subordinates followed his orders as if they were following his orders. Moving forward together, the encirclement was reduced by half.

The cavalry □□ tall horses stepped steadily on the chaotic stones, with weapons hanging on the side of the horses, and the flickering sunlight passed through the gaps in the clouds and fell on the tip of the spear, reflecting the bitterness. cold light.

The horse next to Wen Qinru snorted suddenly, and the snot almost sprayed on her body. Seeing this, she couldn't help shaking, and rubbed against Yan Qingjiang's body, her fingers tightened around his arms and clothes.

Yan Qingjiang stood sideways in front of her, looked around coldly, and faced the leader, with a stubborn expression, neither humble nor overbearing.

That person received He Min's oral order, knowing that no matter what, he would bring Yan Qingjiang back to the capital alive, seeing his expression at this moment, he thought that this person cannot be forced, attacking fear is the best policy.

He rode on the horse and thought for a moment, looked down at Yan Qingjiang, and said in a loud voice in tune with the wind: "Master Yan, if I remember correctly, the reason why you fled today is because you got up in the imperial hospital in the morning and heard that Mr. Wen was in the hospital. The army made a huge mistake, and was afraid of being implicated, so they wanted to take the sister of Lord Wen behind you to leave the capital, right?"

Yan Qingjiang's eyelashes trembled when he heard the sound, and he turned his eyes a few times, but he didn't answer. Wen Qinru's heart was shocked, and he blurted out: "My brother——"

"Qinru!" Yan Qingjiang cut off her voice, and patted the back of her hand a few times to make her calm down.

Wen Qinru's lips trembled in fear, and he swallowed back what he had said.

"Why is Mrs. Yan still keeping Miss Wen from such a big matter?" Seeing this, the man understood, "Heh" he smiled maliciously, and he walked on the spot with his horse for two steps, Wuzi said again, "Although I don't know what Lord Yan is thinking, I want to persuade Lord Yan a lot. Right now, Master Wen's life and death are unpredictable, and Lord Yan can save him. If you go back to the palace with the officials, Relying on His Majesty's current reliance on you, you may be able to save his life; but if you don't want to..."

The man dragged on for a long time, looked at Yan Qingjiang for a long time with lowered eyes, and saw that the expression in his eyes changed instantly, his persistence and stubbornness were about to dissipate, and even his breathing was messed up, so he smiled with satisfaction and said, "... ...Don't say Mr. Wen's life is dead, even this Miss Wen may not be out of this forest."

Before the words fell, the man didn't wait for Yan Qingjiang to react, and Fu took an arrow from his back quiver, put it on the string, pointed the arrow point directly at Wen Qinru's forehead, and threatened Yan Qingjiang in a cold voice: "My lord, I will say it again , Your Majesty has a decree, please follow me back to the palace!"

He originally wanted to take advantage of Yan Qingjiang's flustered mind to force him to make a decision, but unexpectedly, Yan Qingjiang was more calm than he expected, and he pushed Wen Qinru behind him to block it tightly, and greeted him by himself. That arrow point.

Yan Qingjiang admitted that his suggestion was very attractive, but he couldn't help but questioned in his heart: a person who can't even make medicine, what would he give to exchange the lives of Wen Yu and Qin Ru with the emperor?Ren Canglan didn't know when he would be able to return.Wen Yu asked him to send Wen Qinru out of the city around the mid-autumn festival. Now that the mid-autumn festival is approaching, if he and Wen Qinru go back to this imperial city, they will really not be able to get out!

Yan Qingjiang slowly shook his head, but behind him Wen Qinru was a little anxious, and said in a low voice, "Yan Qing!"

She wanted to say Yan Qing, why don't we go back and save brother, but suddenly remembered that he said, Wen Yu asked me to send you out of the city around Mid-Autumn Festival.

Wen Qinru never questioned Wen Yu's decision, but at this moment, he could not ignore his life and death.

"Yan Qing," Wen Qinru grabbed the corner of the clothes wrapped in the pear flower lantern behind him, and said with a trembling voice, "Let's go back, go back and save brother, shall we?"

Yan Qingjiang's back trembled, but he remained silent.

At this time, another gust of wind suddenly rose, and the wind swept across most of the rocky beach and rushed towards them. The wind inexplicably made people's hearts impetuous, and even the war horses couldn't help jumping their front hooves and neighing one after another.

The man in the lead frowned, and when the wind passed, his expression changed abruptly. He held the bow impatiently, pulling the string like a full moon, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Has Lord Yan made up his mind to resist the edict?"

Yan Qingjiang nodded, poking his neck.

"I don't know how to flatter you!" Seeing this, the man seemed impatient to try to persuade him again. He scolded him sharply, raised his voice again, and loosened his fingers suddenly, "Your Majesty has an order to arrest Yan Qing and Wen Qinru back to the palace. Live, Wen Qinru—it doesn't matter whether you live or die!"

The cluster of silver light shot through the air in response to the sound of "咻", and the flash of light and flint was already approaching. Yan Qingjiang protected Wen Qinru and folded his body to avoid falling to the ground. His tone was urgent but extremely firm: "Qinru, you Believe me, I will send you away and go back to save Wen Yu!"

Wen Qinru raised her eyes, and she fell into his clear black eyes, and nodded while suppressing her crying: "Yeah!"

The rocks under him were so painful, Yan Qingjiang pulled Wen Qinru up, half supported her, turned around and tried to break out to one side.

"Release the arrow!" The leader gave an order, and several cold lights shot out immediately, Yan Qingjiang dragged Wen Qinru sideways to avoid, "Chi" and "Chi" sounded twice, and Wen Qinru's clothes fell off his shoulders, head and legs. Grinding through the two openings, there was another "ding", and an arrow blocked Yan Qingjiang's footsteps again.

The two of them were like turtles being held in a urn waiting to be caught. They failed to break through from left to right, and then there was another crisp sound of a sharp weapon passing through the void. Yan Qingjiang pulled Wen Qinru and turned around to dodge in embarrassment. Raise the knife and chop!

The man missed the first blow, changed his attack and attacked again, slanting Wen Qinru's chest from bottom to top, Yan Qingjiang dragged her back and fell over, hugged her and rolled backwards twice, barely avoiding the horse's hooves above his head.

Yan Qingjiang fell twice in a row, and the jade lantern behind him knocked against the stone, which made his heart tremble uncontrollably.

He turned over and was about to sit up, but he heard another horse neighing loudly.

He turned his head and saw several people coming on horses, and the horseshoes picked up the gravel and flew, and there was one in the middle of the air that was as warm as her forehead. The line ran down the cheek.

Yan Qingjiang's heart tightened, and when he looked up, he saw those soldiers who had just formed a circle, and the soldiers who surrounded them suddenly seemed to be possessed, galloping towards them, not as if they wanted to arrest people, but rather wanted to kill!

He and Wen Qinru crawled around in embarrassment on the ground, with raised horseshoes and dazzling knife lights everywhere.

Wen Qinru was unable to dodge in time, and was stabbed on the shoulder and right arm by the knife point. Yan Qingjiang was separated from her by a short distance, ignoring her. The pain hit him immediately, and he suppressed his muffled groan in his throat, and suddenly felt a lightness in his shoulder, and in the chaos, he clearly caught the slight sound of the "boom" sound of gold and stone colliding behind him.

——Pear Blossom Lantern!

That knife cut through the package behind him, and the pear flower lantern fell out!

Yan Qingjiang turned around and stretched out his hand to the ground. The lamp was lying on its side on the gravel, only a short distance away from him. His fingertips barely touched the cool and greasy wall of the lamp. Suddenly, an arrow shot out from the gap in the crowd. The arrow was fast and fierce, and the sharp point pierced through the palm of his hand in an instant, and fixed it in the crack of the stone. A cloud of blood splashed on the white jade lamp wall, like a bunch of bright red lilies of the valley.

"Oh!" He cried out in pain, gritted his teeth, and took a step forward reluctantly, holding the jade lantern in his arms with the other hand.

The next moment, another arrow flew over, hitting Wen Qinru's forearm behind him: "Ah!"

Yan Qingjiang had never been in such pain in his life. He was holding the jade lantern in his arms, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

In the chaos, another horse came galloping, its hooves hanging in the air, and it was stepping on Wen Qinru's head. She was covered in blood, her hair was disheveled, and she dragged her injured leg and was unable to dodge. She was about to be buried under the horse. The voice called out: "Yan Qing!"

Yan Qingjiang's pupils shrank suddenly!

At the time of life and death, Yan Qingjiang had no other choice, a flash of determination and helplessness flashed in his eyes, he tightly held the pear flower lantern in his arms, and clenched his fist with the palm nailed to the ground, struggling to pull the arrow body from the ground.

He raised his palms on his chest and pinched twisted fingers. Suddenly, a jet-black phoenix emerged from his shoulder, burning its tail feathers like black blue flames. It spread its wings and wailed swiftly and unstoppably. In front of Wen Qinru.

The horse's hoof landed on Fenghuang's body, it was immediately bounced back by a strange force, and the horse and the man fell sideways to the ground together.

The phoenix screamed with a shrill "Qiang", and the smoke suddenly shattered into pieces and drifted away with the wind.

Yan Qingjiang spat out a mouthful of blood in response.

Wen Qinru blinked in a daze, and looked sideways at him, still in shock.

The group of soldiers saw that their robes were overturned, but there was no one to help them. The cavalry bypassed him and charged on horseback. The infantry drew their bows and arrows from the outside. , with a bad complexion, suddenly a dark cloud rose up around him.

The war horse neighed, and stopped in front of him as if uncontrollable by the cavalry. The clouds in the sky completely covered the sun, and the strong wind suddenly rose again.

Among the crowd, Yan Qingjiang slightly closed his eyes, his lips parted, and he seemed to be singing an ancient ballad in a low voice.

The leader frowned when he saw this, and the next moment, he saw wisps of dense ink-like clouds seeping out from between the cracks in the rocks, twisting and twisting in the air, converging towards Yan Qingjiang, he radiated and closed his eyes. , A dark blue forehead pattern like a crow's feather lit up between the eyebrows, and the clothes fluttered in the air with the wind.

The clouds above his head were getting thicker and thicker, turbulent and tumbling, there was a faint thunder muffled among the clouds, the sky suddenly brightened, and a bolt of lightning suddenly burst out from the thin clouds.

Yan Qingjiang suddenly opened his eyes in the bright light, and pushed the pear blossom lamp in his arms outward, the lamp was suspended in the air, and a bright flame was born out of thin air inside the lamp wall and burned at the wick.

The thunder in the sky gradually sounded like an angry roar, and the thunder "cracked" like a dead branch smashed down from the nine heavens.

Wen Qinru thought of that sentence in an instant: "Seeing clouds make thunder."

In the next moment, Yan Qingjiang formed a complicated handprint on his chest with both hands, and introduced all the thick ink-like clouds and mist around him into the pear blossom lamp. The black mist gathered at the wick, and the candle flame suddenly shot up, flying into the sky like a cluster of fireworks. , A circle of strong air waves exploded under the clouds, and the boulders in the mountains trembled, shaking like the ground.

Thousands of dark blue fragments floated down, and when they landed, a star of fire ignited.

As soon as the black fire was drawn, a sea of ​​black flames was instantly ignited against the gravel beach. The horses neighed, and the soldiers screamed and struggled miserably, rolling all over the ground.

With a bang, the thunder exploded on the ground, and several thunderbolts suddenly fell from the sky, reflecting most of the wilderness like daytime. The bright spider webs shone with dazzling silver light, and with a "crack", the thick clouds were split into pieces.

Yan Qingjiang bent over to help Wen Qinru staggered up in the sea of ​​flames and thunder, and after a while, the two disappeared together.

The author has something to say:

It is no exaggeration to say that this chapter has been stuck for half a month, and it took two full days to finish coding! QQ

I've never written this kind of plot before, it's really, so sour!