Chapter 64

The general attack had begun!

On the left and right, the Nether Army had surrounded Huangfu Xiong's elite cavalrymen. They pulled up a giant net of iron chains that stretched from the north to the south and threw them at the cloud beasts who were equipped with fine armor. Those were all hot gold!

Huangfu Xiong realized that the situation was not good and finally began to try to break out.

But how could it be in time?

Their escape route was completely blocked. The Youzhou infantrymen were full of schemes. They had come specifically for the cavalry. The Cloud Beasts of the Eastern Prefecture were caught in the iron net one after another. They fell to the ground and struggled. Many cavalrymen were also caught in the net. The rest either died or surrendered. They quickly fell to the ground like wheat being cut.

The two long lines of soldiers of Youzhou were like two black waves on the surface of the sea. They rapidly closed in on the center and crushed the final struggle.

Sang Yuanyuan exhaled a long breath, finally putting down the heart that had been hanging high for a long time.

She just had to wait for the harvest!

Her mind wandered around leisurely.

Suddenly, she tilted her ear and focused — there was an extremely unusual sound in the forest behind her.

The green trees in the mountain swayed, and she heard a group of people walking in the forest.

The suona played a low mournful music, and a young woman's sobbing voice sounded —

"I, Qu Ya 'er, today in this barren mountain, I will set up a cenotaph for the person I adore.

Today, Langjun is on the road to the Yellow Springs. I hope you can hear my voice. Wait a little, don't go on the road alone.

After I have settled my parents and younger brother, and when I receive news of your death, I will bid farewell to this world and accompany Langjun as a servant. "

Sang Yuanyuan found it strange. She thought to herself, 'Since she hasn't received any news, how does she know that the person she loves is going on the road to the Yellow Springs today?

She doesn't know whether he's dead or not, but she's already in a hurry to set up a cenotaph for him?

Is she so sure that she can't collect his corpse?

It's really strange everywhere. '

There must be a demon behind the abnormality.

Now that You Wuming isn't by her side, Sang Yuanyuan decided to take the initiative to find out what's going on. If there really is a problem, she can take precautions.

She threw out a big face flower, weaved thin spiritual threads, and snuck toward the place where the group of people dug the grave and set up the cenotaph.

The Spirit Containment Thread quickly found the source of the sound.

It was a woman dressed in white linen. Her face was beautiful, and she looked very sad.

Those who dug the graves and played the music were all men in their prime. Their expressions were numb, as if they were doing things for money.

Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, then controlled the Spirit Containment Thread and crawled to the tombstone that was placed at the side and was about to be erected in front of the grave.

The tombstone was covered with a white cloth. It was unknown whether it was a custom or they didn't want people to see the words on the tombstone.

The Spirit Containment Thread quietly crawled into the white cloth, and Sang Yuanyuan looked at the inscription.

Looking through the spiritual essence, it was as if there was a thick layer of water separating them. Sang Yuanyuan struggled to decipher the words on the tombstone.

The year of birth and death was too small to be seen clearly. Only the name of the tomb owner could be recognized.

Right in the middle, on the left, was a vertical inscription: Ji Zhou's Qu Clan's daughter, Qu Ya 'er.

Qu Ya 'er.

The white-clothed woman seemed to have called herself Qu Ya 'er.

Sang Yuanyuan looked to his right.

Her pupils instantly constricted.

The words carved vertically on the right were actually — King Youzhou, You Wuming.

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath and stabilized his mind. Then, he focused his attention and looked again.

Word by word, it was clear.

King Youzhou, You Wuming.

You Wuming?

This white-clothed woman was making a cenotaph for You Wuming. After she died, she would be buried with his clothes.

Sang Yuanyuan didn't know what to be shocked about.

She had never seen or heard of the name Qu Ya 'er.

Why was this woman so sure that You Wuming would die today?

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but feel a little flustered, and a chill ran down her spine.

She retracted her mind and turned to look at the battlefield.

The Youzhou army's harvest was nearing its end. You Wuming had left the battlefield to his subordinates.

The distance was too far, and people were like small ants. He had already retracted his hand, no longer erupting with that signature green light. Sang Yuanyuan looked for him with rapt attention, but she couldn't find him.

The Youzhou army's movements were orderly, and the atmosphere was lively and cheerful. It was clear that their master was fine.

Very well.

Sang Yuanyuan calmed herself down, but in the end, she still couldn't relax.

She hesitated for a moment, then made marks on the trees as she searched for that strange burial procession.

Soon, she found them halfway up a mountain.

Sang Yuanyuan carefully hid in the forest and looked out.

Including the woman called Qu Ya 'er, there were thirteen people in this procession. The four people playing the suona had already stopped and were resting on the grass, taking out steamed buns from their bosoms to eat.

The other eight men were digging the grave, and there was an open coffin on the side. The coffin was empty, and the woman was holding a piece of cloth, unwilling to put it in the coffin.

Don't tell me that's You Wuming's clothes?

Sang Yuanyuan narrowed her eyes, holding her breath as she sized up these people. She looked at them one by one, and there didn't seem to be any problems. She observed many details, such as the people playing the suona and digging the grave, the positions of the cocoons in their hands, the wear and tear on their shoes and clothes, and whether the skin behind their ears had traces of Spirit Essence.

After looking around, she concluded that these were all ordinary people.

They were so ordinary that it made her scalp tingle.

Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, then quietly threw out the large-faced flower, stretched out her Spirit Essence Ribbons, and quickly crawled from the ground to the middle of the field. The thirteen Spirit Essence Ribbons were hidden under the feet of the thirteen people.

She closed her eyes, and suddenly acted!

The Spirit Essence Ribbons suddenly wrapped around the ankles of the thirteen people, pulled them up, and wrapped them around the tall trees on the side. They were all hung upside down on the tree.

Without waiting for these people to react, Sang Yuanyuan waved her hand, and a huge man-eating flower appeared right below them. It opened its huge mouth and looked like it was going to swallow them.

"Mountain Ghost!

It's a Mountain Ghost! "

After a short moment of silence, the group of people began to wail and howl at the top of their lungs.

Sang Yuanyuan hid in the bushes, and let them scream in fear for a while.

After observing for a long time, she was already sure that these people were not cultivators, because the slightest instinctive reaction of their bodies couldn't be deceived. They were really panicking and scared, like headless flies.

Sang Yuanyuan slowly and carefully controlled the Spirit Essence Ribbons, helping them one by one to 'quietly' climb up the branches, go around the trees, and slide into the bushes under the trees.

Every person who landed on the ground tried their best not to make a sound. Taking advantage of the fact that the man-eating flower didn't notice them, they staggered and used their hands and feet to run out of the mountain.

Very quickly, they ran out of sight like rabbits.

Sang Yuanyuan continued to observe for a while. Seeing that Qu Ya 'er was exhausted from shouting and was about to faint, she kept the man-eating flower and put Qu Ya' er down.

She saw that this woman's eyes were red and swollen, and she sat limply under the tree. Her hand was still holding the cloth tightly, and she was shaking like a quail.

"Why aren't you running?" Sang Yuanyuan walked out from behind the tree, and stood ten feet away from Qu Ya 'er.

Qu Ya 'er trembled and looked at her.

She looked from head to toe.

Her gaze swept past Sang Yuanyuan's clean and tidy clothes, and finally landed on her beautiful face that didn't look like a mortal's.

Qu Ya 'er's eyes gradually lit up.

"You … Are you a Mountain Ghost … or a Mountain God?" Qu Ya 'er asked carefully.

"What's the difference?" Sang Yuanyuan took a step forward.

"If you're a ghost, please wait a moment before eating me. Let me make a grave for him.

If you're a God, please show your divine might and save the person I admire! "

Qu Ya 'er was like a drowning person grabbing onto a life-saving straw. She lay on the ground and kowtowed.

At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan didn't know what she was thinking.

You Wuming definitely didn't expect that there would be such a woman in this world who would be able to overcome the fear in her heart for him. She wasn't even afraid of ghosts and gods.

She moved her fingers and used the Spirit Containment Silk to tear open the white cloth wrapped around the tombstone.

"You Wuming.

He's perfectly fine, why do you want to save him? "Sang Yuanyuan asked.

Qu Ya 'er: "You … Are you a Deity?!"

She walked a few steps on her knees and came in front of Sang Yuanyuan. Without hesitation, she kowtowed a few more times.

"Please show your divine might and go to Tiandu to save King You Zhou's life!

I'm willing to give up everything in exchange for his safety. I'm willing to be your ox and horse for generations to come! "

Sang Yuanyuan asked: "Who told you that he's in Tiandu?"

Qu Ya 'er raised her head, her lips trembling, and her eyes filled with fear: "I saw it. I also saw that he was … beheaded by a person in purple …"

Sang Yuanyuan's heart suddenly jumped, her scalp went numb, and her hands and feet turned cold. For a moment, she actually forgot to breathe.

According to the plot of the original book, You Wuming should have killed your way into Blazing Fire Heavenly Capital at this point in time and died in the hands of Huangfu Jun.

Her mind was buzzing, and for a moment, her mind was in a mess. She couldn't figure out a single clue.

After a moment, she calmly said: "When, where, and how did you see it?"

Qu Ya 'er said anxiously: "Deity, can you save King You Zhou first?

It'll be too late if you're late! "

Sang Yuanyuan raised her face: "I will never let anything happen to him.

Tell me, what is your relationship with King You Zhou, and where did you learn about Tiandu? "

Qu Ya 'er had already regarded Sang Yuanyuan as her life-saving straw.

She was so excited that her face was distorted. Prostrating on the ground, she hurriedly said: "Three years ago, I accidentally lost my way when I went out for a walk.

Fortunately, King You Zhou crossed the border with his army and saved me.

At that time, I knew that he was not as bad as outsiders said. He was a good person, a great hero! "

The god-like handsome man had saved her life at the most critical moment, which was enough to make the young girl crazy for him.

Sang Yuanyuan's gaze fell on the half piece of cloth in Qu Ya 'er's arms.

She could imagine that Qu Ya 'er must have been disheveled when she was insulted by the bad guy.

Generally speaking, the hero who saved her would give her a piece of cloth to cover her body.

But would a person like You Wuming take off his clothes and give them to a strange woman on the roadside?

Seeing Sang Yuanyuan staring at the cloth in her hands, Qu Ya 'er said: "This is the cloth that King You Zhou tore off from his personal guard and lent to me to cover my body …"

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

So she took A 'Gu's clothes and gave them to You Wuming to make a cenotaph?

Although Sang Yuanyuan knew very well that this was the only thing that Qu Ya 'er could find that was related to You Wuming, this was too embarrassing.

Sang Yuanyuan took a breath and said: "There's no need to talk about the past. Just tell me how you knew that something would happen to him in Tiandu."

Qu Ya 'er did not dare to hide: "To tell the truth, a few days ago, the Son of Heaven passed by our Qu Family Village and left a box of gold and silver treasures, which were secretly divided among the villagers.

Our family did not take it, but I accidentally picked up a broken mirror that they threw away.

I did not know if the Son of Heaven would come back to look for it, so I wanted to take it home and keep it.

Who knew that the broken mirror was a divine object. When I touched it, I could see things that had not happened yet from time to time, and those things really happened soon! "

Sang Yuanyuan's heart thumped heavily.

The Son of Heaven Altar, the Mirror of Foresight.

Her intuition told her that she had found an incredible clue!

She calmed her breath and asked calmly: "What happened after that?"

Qu Ya 'er's cheeks flushed: "After that, I tried to call King You Zhou in my heart … and I saw him.

The first time, I saw him standing on the high platform, commanding thousands of soldiers and horses to attack Tiandu.

The second time, I saw him wiping the saber in his hand outside the imperial capital. That appearance was really beautiful.

The third time, I saw him die in Tiandu … It was the Emperor who asked the scribe to record the date in the imperial calendar. I heard the date, and it was today … "

"I'm just an ordinary merchant's daughter, and I can't do anything.

I tried everything, but I couldn't contact anyone who could speak in front of King You Zhou … Besides, "Qu Ya 'er shook her head and smiled bitterly:" People like King You Zhou will not change what he has decided.

The only thing I can do is to let him not be too lonely on the road to the Yellow Springs … Even if he has a maid, it will be good. "

Sang Yuanyuan was in a trance for a moment.

She thought, if everything goes according to the original trajectory, after You Wuming him, if there is a spirit in the underworld, will he go on alone?

Or will he be kind enough to wait for this infatuated woman?

Thinking like this, she didn't know if her heart was sour, painful, or sweet.

"He won't be lonely." Sang Yuanyuan smiled and said, "He has me."

Qu Ya 'er looked up at her in surprise.

Sang Yuanyuan said: "You Wuming, he is mine.

I will be with him in the blue sky and the yellow springs. "

Qu Ya 'er was stunned.

After a long while, she grinned, crying and laughing at the same time. "You and King Youzhou are indeed a match made in heaven!

Please save King You Zhou. I am willing to serve the two of you for the rest of my life! "

Sang Yuanyuan said: "That's not necessary.

You can just give me the broken mirror. "

Qu Ya 'er said: "The divine object is hidden at home. I will take you to get it now.

But King You Zhou … "

Sang Yuanyuan smiled: "Let's wait for him together."

Qu Ya 'er: "???"

The wind in the mountain forest brought Sang Yuanyuan a familiar aura.

Shang Ming was really powerful. It moved through the forest silently like a gust of wind. She had to concentrate to catch the slightest movement.

At this moment, You Wuming had already followed the traces she left behind and came close. Sang Yuanyuan could clearly hear the sound of Shang Ming's paw stepping on the fallen leaves.

She turned her head and happened to see the forest parting. The high-spirited king stepped out of the forest with one hand holding the reins. His black eyes looked down and locked on to her.

She curled her lips and wanted to smile, but tears unconsciously rolled out of her eyes.

She pounced on him, scaring You Wuming. He hurriedly jumped down from Shang Ming's back, opened his arms, and took her into his embrace.

After fighting wantonly for so long, he was naturally sweating.

The fragrance of flowers became stronger. It was a very masculine fragrance.

She pressed her face against his armor. Through the armor, she could hear his powerful heartbeat.

She hugged him tightly, wishing she could break his thin waist.

"Little Sang Guo," You Wuming laughed: "What's wrong with you?

Can't you leave for a while?

Do I really have to tie you to my belt? "

She squeezed her face out of his embrace and wiped her eyes: "Oh, I can't be too excited."

She took a step back and said: "I have something to do."

She motioned for him to look at Qu Ya 'er.

This pitiful and infatuated woman was already dumbstruck. Her mouth was wide open, and she stared at You Wuming without blinking.

Seeing You Wuming look over, Qu Ya 'er suddenly came back to her senses and fell to the ground. It was unknown whether she was ecstatic or sad: "King You Zhou — —"

You Wuming: "… …"

He raised his eyes and glared at Sang Yuanyuan.

"Little Sang Guo, what are you doing now?"

He said warily.

Sang Yuanyuan sighed and said: "Three years ago, you saved her life.

She was willing to be your servant, but I refused. I think she should have her own life. "

"Yes, that's right.

I don't need any servant. "You Wuming said quickly and vigilantly.

Sang Yuanyuan added: "It was also a coincidence. She picked up a broken mirror that the Saint of Heaven lost. Through that broken mirror, she could see the future."

"Pfft!" You Wuming laughed. "Ridiculous."

He raised his chin at Qu Ya 'er: "Don't tell me you want to see me dominate the world?

Ha, that's a fact that anyone can guess. "

Qu Ya 'er raised her head and looked at him. Her gaze was indescribable — this Prince Charming seemed to be very different from her memory and imagination.

Sang Yuanyuan rubbed his forehead and pouted at the tombstone on the side: "Hey.

You're dead. I set up a tombstone for you. "

You Wuming looked over lightly.

Then he laughed, laughing so hard that the entire mountain shook.

With a flash of green light, the stone tablet exploded with a loud bang and turned into powder.

You Wuming elegantly sheathed his black blade and nodded at Sang Yuanyuan: "Hey, you won't die.

Let's go! "

He tilted his head and smiled, muttering to Shang Ming: "Pfft, I'll die. Do you believe it? Shang Ming, I knew that even a brainless thing like you wouldn't believe it."

Sang Yuanyuan rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache.

"You Wuming," she said, "I don't care. I just want that broken mirror of the Saint of Heaven."

When talking to a guy like him, it was best to act coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, okay." He stopped laughing and jumped onto Shang Ming's back with her in his arms.

"We have to bring her." Sang Yuanyuan pointed at Qu Ya 'er. "Lead the way."

You Wuming pulled on the reins, and Shang Ming passed by Qu Ya 'er. He grabbed the clothes on her back and lifted her up.

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" Forget it, whatever. Shang Ming probably doesn't want to be ridden by a stranger.

He lowered his body and whispered in her ear: "I put Huangfu Xiong back."

"How was the harvest?" she asked.

You Wuming happily said: "Almost all of the 8,000 Cloud Beasts were captured alive, and they were all wearing armor!

We also took off their armor and kept the captives. When the time comes, we'll let Huangfu Xiong bring money to ransom them! "

Hearing him say this and feeling the warmth of his body, Sang Yuanyuan felt like she had completely woken up from the cold nightmare in the forest.

"Sure!"

Sang Yuanyuan turned to look at him with a smile. "Why didn't you think of letting people buy their lives with money in the past?"

You Wuming slowly moved his dark eyes. "In the past, I could eat my fill and the whole family wouldn't starve. I could do whatever I wanted.

Now that I have a wife, how could I let you starve? "

She couldn't help but want to turn around and kiss him, but when she thought of the evil puppet, she suppressed it and only nodded. "Okay."

She tilted her head and looked at Qu Ya 'er.

Although Qu Ya 'er was being carried, Shang Ming ran fast and steadily, so she didn't feel uncomfortable. She just looked a little absent-minded and would smile foolishly after a while. Back then, she had caught a glimpse of You Wuming, who was so cold and unattainable, and she was infatuated with him for three whole years.

She thought that he was going to die today, but she didn't expect that he would appear in front of her so alive and well. Moreover, he was so … indescribable.

Qu Ya 'er felt like she had put down her worries.

She felt a little empty, but also a little happy.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, You Wuming asked Qu Ya 'er to lead the way. Soon, they arrived outside a quiet village.

You Wuming's nose bridge twitched slightly, causing Shang Ming to stop.

"There's a dead person," he said coldly and threw Qu Ya 'er aside.

"A trap?" Sang Yuanyuan frowned in confusion.

If this was a trap, then Qu Ya 'er's acting skills were really superior to Sang Yuanyuan's.

Qu Ya 'er was confused.

You Wuming sneered and pulled out his sword. He held it by his side, pulled on the reins, and brought Sang Yuanyuan into the village.

He saw a dead person at a glance.

They were everywhere.

You Wuming slowed down and walked slowly along the main road.

The doors of every house were broken open. With a casual glance, he saw that the house was turned upside down. The bedding and other things were thrown into the courtyard. The straw pillows were pierced by sharp blades, and the ground was littered with broken pots. It was obvious that the murderer was looking for something.

They searched without restraint. They didn't have the patience to check the bottles and jars, so they just smashed them.

Corpses were lying everywhere.

Many people had their heads chopped off in their own homes with blank expressions on their faces.

Some people ran out and died on the way.

The whole village was slaughtered. Not even a chicken or dog was left.

You Wuming narrowed his eyes and looked around.

"They must be looking for the broken mirror!" Sang Yuanyuan sucked in a breath of cold air and turned to look for Qu Ya 'er.

Behind him, Qu Ya 'er stumbled into a big courtyard. A moment later, a heart-wrenching cry sounded.

"Father!

Mother! "

Duan Ming jumped up lightly and landed at the entrance of the big courtyard.

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man and woman died miserably. With one look, one could tell that they had suffered inhumane torture.

Sang Yuanyuan looked at the two twisted and broken corpses and felt uncomfortable.

Suddenly, she heard a strange 'gulp' sound from not far away.

Following the sound, she saw a well.

"There's someone in the well!"

Without thinking, she threw out a big face flower. Her Spirit Containment Thread was like a snake that quickly climbed into the well.

A wooden bucket was hanging on the water surface. It was swaying left and right. A small body sank into the water. It looked like it was exhausted.

Sang Yuanyuan controlled her Spirit Containment Thread and coiled it around the waist. She pulled the person out of the well.

It was a boy around ten years old. He looked delicate and pretty. At this moment, he was trembling violently. His lips were blue and his skin was wrinkled.

"Little brother!" Qu Ya 'er flew over and hugged the pale boy.

The boy coughed a few times and cried: "Sister!

Sister!

They captured Father and Mother!

Mother handed over the mirror, but they did not let us off!

They beat Father to death!

Mother refused to tell us where you went and was also beaten to death by them! "

Although the boy was scared silly, he could still roughly explain the situation.

Qu Ya 'er hugged him tightly and trembled.

"Sister Shuang hid me in the well during the chaos. I hid in the well for a long time.

Just now, when I heard sister's voice, I wanted to call out to you. But I did not have the strength and fell into the water. Sob sob … "The boy cried and looked back.

Following his line of sight, she saw a servant girl's corpse beside the well. There was a terrifying sword wound on her neck.

"Sister Shuang!" The boy cried loudly.

The big face flower sprayed hot water on the brother and sister, taking away the cold water on their bodies.

"The perpetrators, are they the people of Saint Son of Heaven Altar?" Sang Yuanyuan asked.

The boy pursed his lips and did not speak.

Qu Ya 'er quickly pushed him: "Speak quickly!

This is Immortal Sister, she will definitely help us! "

The boy immediately cried: "Yes!

It's those people!

They came to look for something and said that we stole something from Saint Son!

It's not like Father and Mother did not give it to them. They did not break it!

Why did they beat people to death? Why! "

You Wuming felt a headache coming on because of his crying. He impatiently comforted him, "What are you crying for? Many people have died. Go outside and take a look. Not a single one is alive."

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" Speak less if you don't know how to speak.

The boy cried even louder.

"So they took the thing away?" Sang Yuanyuan asked.

The boy cried and nodded.

Sang Yuanyuan looked at Qu Ya 'er: "When did they lose the thing?"

Qu Ya 'er suppressed her sadness and thought for a moment: "It should be the day before yesterday or the day before yesterday."

So two or three days ago, Saint Son of Heaven Altar passed by Ji Prefecture with the thing.

After discovering that the thing was lost, they did not say anything. Instead, they quietly searched along the way. More than half of Ji Prefecture had been occupied by You Wuming, but they did not hear any news.

Until today, when they found out that the thing was lost in Qu Family Village, they came to take back the thing and killed everyone in Qu Family Village.

Obviously, it was not for the gold and silver, but to find the broken mirror.

"Let's go out and see if we can find any traces.

Maybe we can catch up. "Sang Yuanyuan looked at You Wuming.

His black eyes suddenly focused, and a mysterious smile appeared on his delicate lips.

"They are here." His voice was light.

The sound of armor clanging sounded behind him. Sang Yuanyuan turned around in shock and saw a group of Tiandu soldiers pouring in from the courtyard.

The general in the lead had a fawning face. He nodded and bowed to a Taoist priest with a tall hat beside him: "Saint Son, you are so clever. You deliberately pretended not to know that the child was hiding in the well. As expected, you lured these fish out of the net!

Wise, wise! "

The Taoist priest with a tall hat who was called 'Saint Son' was dressed in a white robe. He looked noble and self-restrained. He nodded lightly: "Since they walked into the trap, we will kill them all."

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

Who was the one who walked into the trap?