There is less than three hundred miles between Bashan City and Tianqi Imperial City.
It can be reached by horseback in half a day.
But Yun Que was riding a cart-pulling horse with average stamina and insufficient speed. He had galloped for hundreds of miles and was now exhausted.
If you keep running, you will easily die from exhaustion.
far away,
A huge city can already be seen lying at the end of the horizon like a ferocious beast.
The Imperial City of Heavenly Prayer is in sight in the distance.
The closer he got to the imperial city, the more serious Yun Que's expression became.
I wonder if I can hide it from the real masters of the Red Lotus Sect in Bashan City.
Mu Qingyao's face turned slightly pale, and it could be seen that the little princess was very nervous at the moment.
Hope is around the corner.
Before reaching hope, we often experience the longest dark night.
Chang Wei and the blind man could no longer stop, so they had no choice but to rush forward after Yun Que.
If you stop, you will have to face the pursuers of Bashan City.
Although there is no trace of the pursuers now, any fool knows that the defenders in Bashan City must be on their way to pursue them.
Otherwise, if a group of bandits were to fight their way out from the west gate to the east gate and then escape, the general guarding Bashan City would never be able to survive in the Jin Dynasty.
It can range from being dismissed from office to being thrown into jail.
The sun has sunk into the ground, leaving only the glow.
Far away from Bashan City, Yun Que prepared to let Lord Pingshan reveal his demonic form and speed up to the imperial city.
But at this moment, Yun Que saw a tea stall on the roadside ahead.
The horses gradually slowed down and finally stopped.
Chang Wei and the blind man hurriedly reined in their horses and finally stopped. They were very puzzled, thinking that at the critical moment of escaping, why did the second master still want to drink some tea?
Of course Yun Que didn't want to drink tea.
I don’t even want to encounter this tea stall.
But there is no way,
The owner of the tea stall is sitting on the roadside, waiting for visitors with a smile.
This man was an ordinary-looking sixty-year-old man, wearing coarse clothes and an old hat. He was sitting on a bench holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.
On the table next to it, a red candle burned.
It's not completely dark yet, and the surrounding environment is clearly distinguishable. According to common sense, there is no need to light candles now.
But the red candle on the table seemed ordinary and dim, but it gave people a dazzling feeling.
It seems that it is not a red candle, but a sharp knife hidden in the candlelight!
Firebringer.
The first time Yun Que saw the old man, he determined his identity.
Master of the Red Lotus Sect!
This inconspicuous tea stall is the last line of defense for the Red Lotus Sect to intercept Princess Lingyun.
"My guest has come a long way, so why not drink a cup of tea to quench your thirst before setting off on your journey." The old man said in a loud voice.
"Your tea is no good, it has no taste." Yun Que raised his hand and threw out a dozen copper coins and said, "I'll treat the next wave of guests."
The old man caught the coin without missing a beat, shook his head, and said with a smile: "The money for tea is enough, but not enough for life."
"How much is enough?" Yun Que said coldly.
"Other people's price is a thousand taels of gold. For you, I only need my life and no money." The old man was always sitting on the small bench, his tone was as calm as usual.
But the words spoken are a matter of life and death.
"It's not easy to kill me."
After Yun Que said this, he rode forward, intending to rush through the tea shed.
The old man still didn't move.
Instead, he spilled the tea in his hand.
There was a crash.
A cup of hot tea fell on the road, and then there was a loud clicking sound!
The hot tea that fell to the ground instantly solidified into ice crystal lotus flowers that were more than three feet tall.
Every petal of the lotus was as sharp as a knife. The horses were pricked with blood as they charged forward, and they fell down whiningly.
Yun Que was well prepared and immediately abandoned his horse, flipping upside down in the air and landing firmly.
There were at least dozens of ice crystal lotus flowers, connected in a line, blocking everyone's path.
The moment she saw the lotus, Mu Qingyao whispered:
"Sprinkle water to turn into ice, sixth level foundation building!"
The old man at the tea stall was actually a Taoist master at the sixth level of foundation building.
"The princess has great eyesight, no wonder she can come here. It's a pity that you can't go back." The old man said regretfully.
"Sixth-grade masters set up tea stalls. The Red Lotus Sect has really spent a lot of money. How long have you been waiting here." Yun Que said in a calm tone.
"In more than a month, I have sold a lot of tea these days, enough for me to have a drink at Tianqi." The old man said with a smile.
"Working hard in the Red Lotus Sect for a month before you can even have a small drink, why not follow the princess and eat and drink every day?" Yun Que said.
"I'm old, I can't bear the fish and meat. Now I just want to eat some side dishes and drink some wine, waiting to be buried." The old man said with emotion.
"You don't have to wait too long. How about I send you to your grave today?" Yun Que said.
"Okay! As long as you have this ability, I can only ask for it." The old man said with a smile.
The conversation between an old man and a young man was as relaxed as chatting, but to the ears of Chang Wei and the blind man, it was more terrifying than anything else.
That's a sixth-grade powerhouse!
Even Mr. Pingshan is no match, and those present here will not survive today.
What shocked Chang Wei even more was that the little girl following Yun Que was actually Princess Lingyun!
Chang Wei is not stupid.
His mind raced and he finally figured out something.
Why did he enter Bashan City through the west gate and escape through the east gate instead?
Why did he kill Tong Qi to create chaos and lead a group of defenders to pursue him?
It turns out that Yun Que was not going to kill the emperor, but was going to escort the princess back to the imperial city!
More than three hundred bandits have become cannon fodder in the entire plan!
Of course, this also includes him, the head of Heifeng Village.
After thinking everything through, Chang Wei didn't have the slightest resentment towards Yun Que.
He was already prepared to die.
Even if he could die together with Tong Qi, it would be the best outcome for Chang Wei.
Not to mention being able to survive until now.
Chang Wei stared straight at Mu Qingyao, with a luster that had been lost for many years appearing in the depths of his eyes.
That luster is called pride!
That was the color that Chang Wei had in his eyes when he was a defender of Bashan City.
He is proud of his position, his salary, and his family.
Ever since he became a bandit, Chang Wei no longer has any pride at all.
He is destined to become the Chang family's biggest stain and shame. After his death, he will not have the shame to see his family members underground.
Because he is a thief!
A cold-blooded, despicable, murderous bandit!
Now, Chang Wei saw an opportunity, an opportunity to make himself proud again.
An opportunity to wash away the Chang family’s stain!
"Old thief! Stop being so arrogant!"
Chang Wei dismounted his horse and raised his sword, pointed at the old man and cursed: "As long as I, Chang Wei, don't die, don't even think about touching the princess!"
Chang Wei's momentum frightened the blind man beside him.
Just now, the blind man thought that the second boss was crazy, but now it's better, even the first boss is crazy!
He is a sixth-grade master, but you, an eighth-grade martial artist, still dare to yell and curse here, aren't you looking for death?
Mu Qingyao was also a little surprised.
She thought Chang Wei knew the truth, and even if he didn't scold her, he still hated herself and Yun Que.
After all, Heifeng Village was destroyed because of his own relationship.
Only Yun Que could see Chang Wei's thoughts at this moment.
"The boss has backbone and is a man! After you die in the battle, the princess will definitely ask for credit for you!" Yun Que shouted in a low voice.
"Thank you, Princess!"
Chang Wei shouted violently and rushed towards the old man without hesitation.
Chang Wei knew very well that this time might be his last chance to clear his name.
With his own life!
Seeing Chang Wei take action, the blind man could only rush along with him.
At the same moment, Yun Que and Pingshan Jun also moved.
The four people divided into four directions and charged towards the tea shed.
However, before the four people could get closer, the old man laughed loudly and performed a profound technique.
I saw him making seals with his hands, muttering words in his mouth, and shouted:
"Nine flowers bloom, the sword divides into ten directions, the skill of sword control, splitting light into shadow!"
Whoosh.
A small flying sword rushed out from the old man's palm, grew in the wind, and became normal size in an instant.
At the same time, the sword body burst out with light, splitting into two, then into four, splitting into hundreds of long swords in the blink of an eye!
Hundreds of swords surrounded him, forming a sword prison to trap everyone inside.
Yun Que did not dare to neglect the methods of a sixth-grade Taoist master, and hurriedly protected Mu Qingyao, using his long sword to defend himself.
Only one of the hundred long swords is a flying sword entity, but the other sword shadows still have strong attack power, which is difficult for eighth-level warriors to contend with.
Yun Que needed to carefully resist every sword shadow attack.
Even Yun Que had trouble resisting, let alone Chang Wei and Blind Man. Soon, they were cut with several cuts on their bodies, and they were bleeding profusely.
Hundreds of sword shadows continued to rotate, whipping up a strong wind.
Flying sand and rocks are flying, and the dust is rising.
Suddenly, a sharp sword light struck from above Yun Que's head.
Yun Que's eyes moved, and he raised his hand and slashed with a knife.
The moment the knife was drawn out, blood-colored vertical pupils condensed on the knife body.
Click! ! !
This sword was Yun Que's full strength.
This is the opportunity Yun Que has been waiting for!
Once the opponent's flying sword appears, the counterattack begins.
A normal eighth-grade warrior would never be able to block the flying sword body of a sixth-grade monk.
But Yun Que's sword used demonic power!
The moment the flying sword collided with the black knife, the old man's steady demeanor suddenly changed, and he was a little surprised.
The magical weapon he had been practicing for many years was actually blocked by a small eighth-level warrior!
"Mr. Pingshan!"
Yun Que shouted loudly.
Pingshan Jun, who had always avoided the sword shadow, immediately understood. With a roar, his huge tiger body appeared, and he used the demon body to forcefully rush out of the sword shadow and pounced on the old man.
"Seventh level tiger demon."
The old man snorted coldly and crushed a talisman before the tiger swallowed it.
His whole body was then shrouded in a layer of golden light, as if there was an extra golden eggshell outside his body.
Defense Talisman, Diamond Talisman!
Lord Pingshan bit down on the talisman, making the golden light dim a bit, but failed to bite through the barrier.
Yun Que took the opportunity to pull Mu Qingyao out of the sword shadow.
Chang Wei and the blind man also escaped in embarrassment.
The old man regained his composure, nodded and said:
"You are not an ordinary warrior. You do have a few moves. With the seventh-level tiger monster, no wonder you can kill Zuo Bai and You Hei. However, in front of the sixth level, you have no chance of winning."
"Whatever the chances of winning are, I'll suffice if I can kill you!" Yun Que stopped talking nonsense and cooperated with Lord Pingshan to launch a fierce attack.
As long as he can get close, even if the old man is protected by a defensive talisman, he will be cut open by the demon knife sooner or later.
The biggest threat to a martial artist is close combat.
Not to mention the sixth-grade, fifth-grade masters would not dare to let an eighth-grade martial artist get close to them easily.
Just as Yun Que moved his feet, the old man had already used the curse seal again.
"Flying snow is a prison, rain is a prison, ice is a killer!"
Following the old man's shout, the surrounding air suddenly turned cold, and countless raindrops and snowflakes appeared out of thin air.
The rain and snow merged with each other in the air to form solid ice, turning the area within ten feet into a world of ice and snow!
Freeze spell!
At this moment, a spectacle formed outside the tea stall.
A small mountain-like piece of ice lies across the long road.
Yun Que, Mu Qingyao, Pingshan Jun, Chang Wei and the blind man were all trapped in the ice.
