[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Then Dongfang Sheng trembled all over and gave him a hard look.

The cold voice was cut intermittently by the wind, but Dongfang Sheng immediately felt a subtle meaning. He concluded that this cultivator had an extraordinary relationship with himself, but his intuition told him that it was best not to explore.

Dongfang Sheng covered his mask with one hand and glanced at him, his beautiful eyes were also bloodshot.

But Ziyin didn't speak any more, and stroked the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, before Dongfang Sheng could react, he jumped up, like a piece of white gauze floating away to melt into the moonlight.

Dongfang Sheng snorted coldly and scolded something harshly, but no one heard it clearly.

When the cavalry in the dark night broke into the ruined city of the ancient country, the battle came to an end.

The blood dyed the moon red, and the dust and smoke covered the dilapidated ancient city and low tents, all of which were buried under the iron hooves of the cavalry and the wailing from hell.

After all, Ziyin didn't participate in this fight, standing alone under the moon, he already had the face of a fairy like ice and snow, with unparalleled demeanor, looking coldly at this world that has nothing to do with him.

What kind of soldiers will be brought out? The cavalry that Dongfang Sheng has mixed up with is as violent and domineering as himself, with an indescribable rogue spirit, but he is also strictly disciplined and prohibits orders.

Yueshi City, the ruins of the ancient country that was destroyed on the Silk Road, was occupied by the Turks as a permanent place. They are here every two seasons. They are all soldiers, women and children, and they are very fierce. When they meet Dongfangsheng's cavalry, they are also very similar. No one can compare. Whoever is more ruthless will kill in one place, causing the world to become dark and bloody.

Ziyin sat down against the broken earth wall and watched the fight at his feet. A half-grown girl came up to Dongfang Sheng with a scimitar, and was shot in the head immediately. The bloody head spun several times in the air. , and hit Zi Yin's feet.

There is nothing more cruel than war in this world. Zi Yin has also gone through too many wars. He looks at the eyes on his head that are staring at him. It may be a bit pitiful, but he will not do unnecessary things. The cycle of cause and effect, the Turks are at the border Aggression and massacre is inevitable today, so why bother to have a so-called benevolent heart to attract people to bear hatred, pity the enemy and harm oneself.

Ziyin crossed her legs, leaned against the wall, and took a nap with her sleeves rolled up.This illusion is Dongfang Sheng's past, without Yuheng, and without his Highness, just such a kid who can piss people off, what's the use of this thing, it's probably Ouyang Shaogong who wants to build the illusion of Xianshanzhuang, It turned out to be a mess.

Ouyang Shaogong has always acted cautiously and carefully, taking into account what others cannot. If this is not the original plan, something will definitely change.

No matter what kind of plans and plans, Ouyang Shaogong never told Ziyin, he didn't know anything, he didn't understand anything, and he couldn't do anything to solve this illusion.He wasn't worried that he would be trapped to death here, but Prince Changqin could only let him stay in this illusory place.

The hustle and bustle faded away, there was nothing in the sleep, the sound of fighting was like a lullaby, making people feel ups and downs, in a trance, when the golden sun was hanging in the sky, the yellow sand was already scorching hot.

"Hey, hey!" Someone called him in front of him, before he woke up for a while, he felt a gust of hot wind rushing towards him, and slowly, the hairs on Zi Yin's back were about to stand up.

A few strands of silver fell off, and his ears were buzzing. Dongfang Sheng stood in front of him, holding a silver-tasseled spear with one hand on his hips. The point of the spear was buried in the earthen wall beside his face, and the reflected light was shining on Ziyin's eyes. , It hurts badly.

Ziyin narrowed his eyes, couldn't help smiling, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" Dongfang Sheng yawned, tore off his dark red mask covered in sand, and showed his immature face in front of Zi Yin for the first time, "You haven't reported your background yet, how can you ask?" I?"

Zi Yin didn't care about the stern voice of this handsome man, and immediately asked: "How old are you?"

"Sixteen." Dongfang Sheng blurted out, he was taken aback for a moment before he realized it, and immediately glared, "Don't worry about me!"

Zi Yin shook his head: "I can't control you."

At this moment, Wu Qing came over and saw them stop not far away. Dongfang Sheng waved his hand, and he approached and whispered something to Dongfang Sheng. His cheeks were also red.

No one cares about this cultivator anymore, Ziyin watched them go away, stood up and straightened his clothes, and looked down at the ancient and beautiful ruins, the blood and corpses dyed the yellow sand with a strong color, and the stench made several Tang soldiers vomit on their stomachs, Even the horses were restless.

The captives were kept in one place, they were all girls and children, and Dongfang Sheng hadn't dealt with them yet, but Zi Yin was very clear about their ending.

Then look at the young man in red and silver armor, jumping off the wall several times, stepping over the corpse step by step, and walking into a small tent.

Zi Yin had never seen the youthful appearance before, he really liked it, and couldn't help but want to follow him to see more, so he also walked down the sacrificial high platform in this ancient city, walked past the corpses everywhere, and went to the place where Dongfang Sheng was.

His Royal Highness has forgotten Guanyin'er, whom he once loved so much, but he has never forgotten him. It's not that he won't forget, but because he always appears by his side. This illusion finally aroused Zi Yin's greed. Gong stayed in the human world.

Where there is greed, there are flaws.

No.80 three times

The sun is like a golden steel needle, piercing through the sky of the desert, the blood-soaked ancient city is very gorgeous, the stench stirs the wind and sand, the cavalrymen cover themselves tightly, and refuse to take off their masks.

Dongfang Sheng rubbed the blood on the soles of his boots on the sand, then opened the curtain and broke into the tent, the voice inside suddenly became clear.

The hoarse shouting of the woman, the laughter and panting of the man, and the crisp sound of slapping the body, the big tent was so lively that Dongfang Sheng's face instantly became gloomy, and the hand holding the horsewhip had already been raised.

There was a leather felt curtain in the middle, Wu Qing heard the sound of the whip being pumped out, gritted his teeth and went in hard, and saw Wu Qifeng lying on the ground almost naked, his head being stepped on by Dongfang Sheng, his seven orifices were bleeding and motionless, I don't know whether it is dead or alive.

Dongfang Sheng didn't care about right and wrong, he didn't care if his own cavalry robbed and set fire, the only iron rule was orders, without his orders, he would never tolerate captives being disposed of without his orders, even if it was just a woman of a different race.

The blood on the ground belonged to someone, the clothes were thrown everywhere, there was nothing left on the woman's body, the graceful body was displayed in front of her eyes, and the twin peaks shook so that people were uneasy.

The young woman with disheveled hair climbed up from the pool of blood, and rushed towards Dongfang Sheng like a madman. Her eyes were like a wolf, and Wu Qing shuddered when she saw it.

Dongfang Sheng didn't even pause, he slapped the woman's face with a whip, and the sound of the slap made her whole body tense, and she hit a piece of flesh at a time, exposing the bones.The woman fell to the ground and screamed. Dongfang Sheng shattered her throat with the second blow of the whip, and the blood splashed all over his face.

"Wu Qing." Dongfang Sheng turned around, with his hands behind his back, standing in a pool of blood and ordered, "From now on, you are my lieutenant general. Give me orders to kill everyone. There is one who is panting for you." It's asking."

The blood on his eyelids was still hot, and it slowly slid down his face. His eyes, as gentle as the dew in early spring, were irresistibly beautiful even though they were stained with blood.

After Dongfang Sheng finished speaking, he walked out. Wu Qing looked at a man and a woman on the ground, frowned and pinched his nose, shouted two people to come in, and hurried out by himself.

Behind the wall was the sound of killing and screaming. Dongfang Sheng sat outside the wall and drank. The spirits poured down his throat, making his body hot and his brain dazed like fireworks. His immature face was already flushed red.

He tilted his head back and took another sip, choked on his throat, coughed, tears welled up in his eyes, grabbed the face coat hanging around his neck, wiped his mouth, and was about to drink again.

"Little General." A shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes. Dongfang Sheng looked at it against the sun, squinting his eyes and couldn't see clearly. Someone said again, "You are so young, drinking strong alcohol is too harmful."

Dongfang Sheng smiled: "Why, you don't care about those living people who were slaughtered, and you don't care whether I drink or not."

Zi Yin also sat down, leaned close to Dongfang Sheng, and snatched the jug from his hand: "In such a world, only you and I are related, and everything else is meaningless."

The world of fantasy is completely nothing to Ziyin, but he loves Ouyang Shaogong deeply, and he can't help caring about Dongfang Sheng in this world. Even if he understands that it is also meaningless, he still can't do it. to complete disregard.

Zi Yin's right hand caressed the boy's immature cheek, gently rubbing it, as if looking at a wounded child, showing endless love, "little general, does such a killing make you feel refreshed?"

"I don't like killing people." Dongfang Sheng opened Ziyin's hand and stood up abruptly, "Who cares about these captives in the desert? We are light cavalry. It is impossible to take them back, let alone let them leave alive. Just do what I should do, do you think I'm just playing around!"

Ziyin didn't explain anything, Prince Changqin did have tyrannical qualities in his heart, but it didn't mean he liked war, killing would become numbers in war, and no one had time to care about the so-called life.

A person who can't keep the past and can't see the future seems to be clinging to something.

"You were born for war..." Ziyin murmured softly, raised her head and took a sip of wine.

Dongfang Sheng pointed at him and laughed happily. His clear voice was moistened like spring water, and his eyes were shining: "A cultivator like you is very special, I like it."

Ziyin smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said softly: "I like you too..."

The massacre behind the earth wall, no one cared in the reality before, and even less in the illusion now.

The sunset in the desert was dyed red by the color of blood, and the intense beauty moved people's hearts. Zi Yin liked this scenery, the ancient and distant world, the vicissitudes of life remained unchanged.

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