Taiping rift 396. Return trip to kill

"Princess?" Everyone looked at Ye Li in surprise, not knowing what had happened. You know, although Princess Ding was not older than anyone present, her calmness was something that even a veteran like Lu Jinxian admired. The reason why the princess was so frightened was probably...

Yun Ting took a step forward, picked up the letter, looked down, and almost screamed, "King..."

"Shut up!" Ye Li quickly came to her senses and quickly thought of Yun Ting's words. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes had returned to calmness and indifference. Ye Li stretched out her hand, and Yun Ting suppressed the shock in his heart and handed the letter in his hands to Ye Li.

Ye Li took the letter, lowered her head and read it again, then asked, "Where is the messenger? Let him in." After a while, a young man with red eyes and dusty face walked in, "Princess."

"Ajin." Ye Li said in a deep voice. Ajin was the most loyal person around Mo Xiuyao, and also the one who showed up the least in front of people and was least likely to attract attention. Feng Zhiyao's choice to let Ajin personally deliver the letter had to make Ye Li have some bad thoughts. After calming down, Ye Li asked softly: "Ajin, what happened to the prince?" Ajin bit the corner of her lip, looked at Ye Li eagerly, and said: "The prince... The prince is unconscious, and the third son of Feng asked me to ask the princess to go back quickly." Ajin knew that he was not smart, so he was more loyal than others. And the prince and the princess did not dislike him because of his stupidity, but trusted him. This time, the third son of Feng asked him to deliver the letter in person, and it was because of this. Otherwise, if the prince was seriously injured, he would not leave the prince's side even if it was ordered by the Third Master Feng.

Ye Li's heart trembled slightly, and she nodded, "I understand. You go down and rest first. We will set off back tonight."

A-Jian nodded heavily. Although the Third Master Feng had suppressed the fact that the prince was in a coma, he would not be able to suppress it for long if the prince did not show up in public. If the princess could go back as soon as possible, the situation would be much easier.

After sending the aide out, Zhuo Jing and others beside him spoke up: "Princess, now we..." Ye Li raised her hand to stop him from asking, took a deep breath and said: "Qin Feng, I will write a letter and you go there in person and deliver it to General Lu. Zhuo Jing, Lin Han, pack up, we will set off immediately."

"Yes, Princess." Zhuo Jing and the other two said in unison, and then quickly left the tent to make their own preparations. Ye Li looked at the remaining He Su and Yun Ting and said, "After I return, all actions of the Mohist Army against the Chu Army will be commanded by General Lu. You two... must obey General Lu's orders. Do you understand?"

Yun Ting and He Su nodded and said respectfully, "I obey your command." Seeing Ye Li's slightly absent-minded look, Yun Ting couldn't help but say, "Princess, the prince is blessed with good fortune and will surely turn misfortune into good fortune. Please be patient, Princess."

Ye Li smiled faintly and nodded, "I understand." Mo Xiuyao was very lucky, how could he die? Ye Li smiled faintly, but Yun Ting and He Su became more worried. The two exchanged glances and had no choice but to retreat.

In a military camp somewhere in the Chu army, in a gorgeous tent, Mo Jingli was lying comfortably on a chair covered with thick fur, enjoying the graceful singing and dancing of the dancers in front of him. He was holding a charming woman in his arms, and his usually gloomy face was now full of complacency and pride.

A general came in, looked at the singing and dancing in front of him, and frowned almost imperceptibly.

"emperor."

Mo Jingli raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?" The general lowered his eyes and respectfully presented a secret letter. Mo Jingli opened it and read it, and immediately burst into laughter. He sat up, put one hand on the woman's slender waist, and held the letter in his hand with the other hand. He was in a very happy mood, "Okay, it's really good. It's really worth my while... General Li, pass the order down, shoot light cards on all the roads leading to Feihong Pass to stop Ye Li! By the way, don't hurt her... Bring her to see me. I want to see who will laugh last!"

General Li frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said truthfully: "Your Majesty, please think twice. If Princess Ding is going back to Feihong Pass, she will definitely be protected by Qilin along the way. It is already difficult to kill her, and if you want to capture her alive, I am afraid..." It is not that he is belittling himself. Facing the Qilin that makes the powerful and nobles of various countries tremble in fear, even the right people may not be enough. But the emperor wanted to increase the difficulty and demanded that Princess Ding should not be harmed.

Mo Jingli's face darkened in displeasure, and he said coldly, "Can't you do it?"

General Li hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed secretly. Anyway, the possibility of killing Princess Ding was so low that it could be ignored. If the emperor blamed him for letting Princess Ding escape because of his mercy, it would be easier to justify it. "I obey your orders." Mo Jingli nodded with satisfaction. Seeing that General Li still had a hint of confusion on his face, Mo Jingli raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Do you want to know why Ye Li was so anxious to go back?"

"Your Majesty, please give us your instructions." General Li said respectfully. It was a good thing for them that Princess Ding left, but the sudden departure of Princess Ding, combined with the emperor's overflowing joy, General Li knew that something must have happened at Feihong Pass.

Mo Jingli laughed out loud and said, "It is indeed a good thing for us. Mo Xiuyao is going to die... is it a good thing?"

Hearing this, General Li was shocked. The three words "dying" never seemed to apply to Prince Ding. How many people in this world cursed Prince Ding to die early, but after so many years, Prince Ding's mansion had its ups and downs, but Prince Ding still laughed at the world. The words "Prince Ding is going to die" seemed more like the person above was daydreaming to General Li.

Although he was thinking wildly in his mind, he was still very respectful on the surface. He even did not forget to add a touch of shock. Seeing his subordinates' shock, Mo Jingli felt even happier. He was now simply impatient to see Ye Li's expression. Or Lei Zhenting and Lei Tengfeng... This father and son renounced the relationship, and Mo Xiuyao still died in his hands, didn't he?

"Ahem, Your Majesty... It's better to be more certain about this matter. After all, Prince Ding is..." General Li coughed dryly, reminding Mo Jingli implicitly. Prince Ding was seriously injured that year, and everyone in the world thought he was disabled. But in less than ten years, Prince Ding has once again led the Mo family army to dominate the world and make people terrified. Looking at Mo Jingli's smug look, General Li had to remind him to be careful. There are some people in this world that are best not to provoke. If you have already provoked them, you must be even more careful. Unless you see his corpse with your own eyes, you must never take it lightly. Otherwise, you may be the one who suffers in the end.

Mo Jingli narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and actually listened to his subordinates' words. He nodded and said, "You are right. We should indeed check it out to avoid any mistakes." Mo Xiuyao, I don't believe you are really that lucky! You didn't die once, and you won't die this time!

In the dark night, several horses galloped past on the official road, raising dust all the way.

Ye Li rode on the horse, waving the whip and galloping forward. Because she had the memory of two lives and was not an impulsive person, Ye Li was always calm. But this time, she couldn't help but lose her composure. The chilly wind blew on her face and messed up her hair. Zhuo Jing and others followed behind Ye Li, also rushing on their horses. The sudden accident in the originally smooth battle caught everyone off guard.

Suddenly, the horse Ye Li was riding neighed and stood up on its legs.

"Princess, be careful!"

On the horse's back, Ye Li jumped up, and when she landed on the ground, the horse that was originally running wildly had already fallen to the ground.

"Swish, swish, swish--" A rain of arrows shot from both sides of the road.

A trace of murderous intent flashed across Ye Li's beautiful eyes, and she said in a deep voice: "All solved!" In the darkness, countless men in black rushed out from the shadows and attacked the archers on both sides of the road, while Ye Li had already turned over and rode on another horse, galloping forward. Behind Ye Li, Lin Han and Zhuo Jing A-Jian also did not pay attention to the fighting in front of them, and followed Ye Li's back.

On a somewhat bleak moonlit ancient road, a tall man stood silently by the roadside, looking up at the new moon in the sky. His azure blue cloth looked even darker in the dark night, adding a sense of indifference and caution that he did not usually have. The man held a heavy sword in his hand, as if he had just stood there, and as if he had been standing there for eternity.

On the road in the distance, the sound of horse hooves galloped. A woman in black and a young man in green appeared beside the man. The woman in black frowned and said, "Brother, are we really going to do this?" The man in green also said somewhat disapprovingly, "Brother, it is not a wise thing to mess with Prince Ding's Mansion."

The middle-aged man glanced at his brother and sister-in-law and said calmly, "This is my business. You two should leave immediately."

A hint of impatience flashed across the young man's sinister face, and he said unhappily, "Brother, if Ye Li really gets into an accident here with you, do you think Prince Ding's Mansion will let us go? In that case, what's the difference between you alone and the three of us?"

The middle-aged man said: "This is my personal matter. Go back, this is... an order!"

"But..." the woman in black frowned.

"Unless you don't recognize me as your big brother, then leave immediately!" said the middle-aged man. The woman in black stomped her feet helplessly, pulled the man in green and disappeared into the darkness. As soon as the two left, the sound of horse hooves that was far away just now had already arrived in front of them. The leader was a woman in white wearing a cloak. Seeing the middle-aged man waiting on the side of the road, the woman's face flashed with surprise and she pulled the reins.

Everyone was silent for a while under the night sky, and then Ye Li said lightly: "I never thought that among those who came to embarrass me, there would be the Lord of Yanwang Pavilion." The middle-aged man was Ling Tiehan, the Lord of Yanwang Pavilion, one of the four great masters in the world. Now that Mu Qingcang has been missing for a long time and Lei Zhenting is getting older, Ling Tiehan and Mo Xiuyao are the two people with the highest martial arts in the world today. Moreover, Lei Zhenting, who has devoted his life to studying martial arts, is definitely not as easy to deal with as Mu Qingcang. The moment they saw him, Zhuo Jing and the other two immediately stepped forward and blocked Ye Li behind them.

Ling Tiehan didn't notice their actions, but just looked at Ye Li calmly, with a trace of regret on his resolute and steady face, "I never thought that there would be such a day." Whether it was his sympathy with Mo Xiuyao, his friendship with Xu Qingchen, or his simple admiration for this woman, Ling Tiehan had never thought of fighting her one day. It's a pity...

Zhuo Jing stood in front of Ye Li and said in a deep voice: "Master Ling, you are a master of your generation, but you come to embarrass our princess, a woman. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the world if you tell others about it?" Ling Tiehan looked at Zhuo Jing with a smile, and said lightly: "The subordinates of Dingwang Mansion are really loyal and brave. You must know what I do, right?" Yanwang Pavilion itself is an organization of killers. Who would talk about fairness to killers? Ask killers to be fair? When Ling Tiehan was a teenager, his martial arts were not mature. As an ordinary killer at the bottom, he also used many despicable methods to assassinate his enemies. As the master of Yanwang Pavilion, Ling Tiehan never took his reputation seriously.

Zhuo Jing was speechless. He himself felt it was absurd to discuss morality and reputation with a man who was a killer.

"I remember that Master Lingge and the King of Xiling Zhennan have a grudge against each other." Ye Li said calmly. Mo Jingli alone could not invite Ling Tiehan, so Lei Zhenting was the only one who could do it. Ling Tiehan did not deny it, and nodded calmly, "Not bad. But even so... I am still a Xiling person."

Ye Li lowered her eyes and frowned, "Speaking of which... not many people know about Master Ling's background. Master Ling is also from the Xiling royal family, right?"

Ling Tiehan looked at Ye Li in surprise, and smiled after a while: "Princess Ding is indeed extraordinary." Ye Li shook her head helplessly and said: "If the owner of Ling Pavilion hadn't appeared here, I would never have made such a guess." Although there are many people who guessed Ling Tiehan's life experience, but Ling Tiehan usually has no flaws or loopholes. For so many years, he has not been seen to have any interaction with the Xiling royal family, so it is naturally difficult for people to guess his life experience. But after Ye Li ruled out all the possibilities that could make Ling Tiehan help Lei Zhenting, this one was the only one left.

Ling Tiehan and Lei Zhenting's bad relationship is not just an act. For Ling Tiehan to put aside his prejudices of so many years to help Lei Zhenting, Ling Tiehan can only be a member of the Xiling royal family.

The long ancient road looked cold and lonely under the dim moonlight. After a while, Ling Tiehan said, "My mother... was once the concubine of the previous emperor." Ye Li raised her eyebrows slightly. There were always those calculations and overthrows in the palace. Since Ling Tiehan was the prince of the previous emperor of Xiling, but they only said that they had a grudge against Ling Tiehan, not against the Xiling royal family, they were afraid that Ling Tiehan's biological mother died early, and his wandering in the rivers and lakes was related to Lei Zhenting, or Lei Zhenting's mother's family. Ye Li vaguely remembered that there was a very favored concubine in the previous Xiling Dynasty, and later it seemed that she was killed by the previous emperor of Xiling. But the time was too long ago, so naturally no one paid attention to it. Even Ye Li herself only glanced at it by chance when she was reading Lei Zhenting's file, and she didn't even remember the name of the noble concubine.

Ye Li sighed softly, and realized that the current situation was unavoidable. She nodded and said, "Master Ling, please take action."

Ling Tiehan raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you afraid?" If Ye Li was confident that she could beat Ling Tiehan, that would be a joke. If Ling Tiehan tried his best to kill, not to mention Ye Li, even if all the people on the battlefield were tied together, Ling Tiehan would not be able to kill them.

Ye Li smiled helplessly and said, "What can I do if I'm afraid?" If she was afraid of Ling Tiehan, he would let her go, and she didn't mind showing how scared she was. Ling Tiehan looked down at the iron sword in his hand and said, "If the princess is willing, you can visit the Yanwang Pavilion. Half a month later, I will personally send the princess back."

Ling Tiehan showed clearly that he didn't want to make things difficult for Ye Li. He just wanted to stop her from going back. It didn't matter to Ling Tiehan whether Ye Li was alive or dead. His friendship with Xu Qingchen and his admiration for Ye Li also made Ling Tiehan unwilling to fight with her.

Unfortunately, although Ling Tiehan thought so, Ye Li could not accept his kindness. She smiled calmly and said, "Master Ling, please come in."

While Ye Li was talking, Zhuo Jing, Lin Han and A Jin had quietly moved their positions to surround Ling Tiehan. But overall, they all blocked Ye Li out. Looking at their actions, Ling Tiehan's eyes flashed with admiration. He nodded and said, "In that case, I apologize."

Ling Tiehan slowly drew out the iron sword in his hand, and his movements were so slow that he seemed to be hesitating whether to draw the sword or not. At the same time as he drew out the sword, Zhuo Jing, Lin Han and A Jin had already rushed over from three directions at the same time. It was originally just a matter of a moment, but the moment their figures just moved, a cold light broke through the night sky. The long sword in Ling Tiehan's hand swept towards Zhuo Jing and others with a sharp sword energy.

With Ling Tiehan's skill, if Zhuo Jing and the others were to fight him head-on, they would either be killed or injured. So, when they saw the cold light, the three of them changed their direction at the same time and barely brushed past the oncoming sword energy. A large piece of Lin Han's clothes was cut off.

Zhuo Jing and the other two stared at the man in front of them with serious expressions. Only then did they truly understand the gap between themselves and the truly top-notch masters. Facing Ling Tiehan's overwhelming pressure, the three of them felt a dull burning pain in their hearts. If the three of them were not people with strong wills, they would have fallen to the ground and could not get up.

Zhuo Jing took a breath, and suddenly thrust the long sword in his hand, rushing towards Ling Tiehan again with a few swipes. The figure in front of him was seen dancing, and the sword energy was overflowing. However, Zhuo Jing's full-strength attack could not disturb Ling Tiehan's mood. While fighting, Ling Tiehan even had time to speak, "Yes, the only martial arts in the world that cannot be defeated is speed. But... you are not fast enough!"

Ling Tiehan's attack speed was not fast, but no matter how fast Zhuo Jing was, Ling Tiehan's sword could always easily block him at the right place. This kind of attack not only consumed the opponent's physical strength and energy, but also wore down the opponent's will.

Lin Han and A Jin exchanged a glance, and Lin Han rushed forward with the sword in his hand. A Jin unfurled the long whip in his hand, and with a swish, it shot towards Ling Tiehan like a poisonous snake.

Ye Li, who was standing aside, sighed slightly in her heart, drew the short blade in her sleeve and rushed forward. In terms of close combat, there are not many people in the world who can match Ye Li. But Ling Tiehan is obviously one of them. "The princess's skills... it's a pity that her internal strength is too weak." Ling Tiehan praised sincerely. As a woman, Ye Li's skills are not bad. She has only practiced internal strength for ten years, but she can already be comparable to Leng Liuyue. It shows that Ye Li has extraordinary qualifications. It's a pity that she missed the best age to practice internal strength, and compared with a peerless master like Ling Tiehan, it's really not worth mentioning.

Ye Li's movements were even faster than Zhuo Jing and Lin Han, and each of her moves hit the vital points directly. However, such a dangerous move was still not good enough for Ling Tiehan. She was indeed the only peerless master in the world who could compete with King Ding.

Although it was four against one, Zhuo Jing and the others became more and more frustrated. Just as they could not defeat Prince Ding, they also had no way of defeating Ling Tiehan, who was equally matched with Prince Ding.

"Princess, let's go!" Zhuo Jing said in a deep voice.

Ye Li smiled bitterly, but her men did not stop. How could she escape now? Ling Tiehan was not trying his best. If she left, Zhuo Jing would die in Ling Tiehan's hands in a few moments. What's more important was that she had no confidence that she could escape Ling Tiehan's pursuit.

"Princess Ding, I'm sorry." Ling Tiehan's voice was cold with a hint of regret.

The long sword in his hand was as fast as the wind. He easily knocked away Zhuo Jing and Lin Han, and went straight towards Ye Li with the sword.

"princess!"

Zhuo Jing and the other two shouted in surprise. At the same time, Zhuo Jing let out a slight whoosh and flew over with Lin Han. They swung their swords fiercely. This sword used up all their strength and actually blocked Ling Tiehan's sword. A Jin, who was standing next to them, also took the opportunity to use a long whip to pull Ye Li behind him. "Princess, hurry up!" A Jin said, staring at Ling Tiehan with a bad look.

"Interesting." Ling Tiehan raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhuo Jing and Lin Han who fell to the ground. They were not injured, but they had just exhausted their strength to block Ling Tiehan's sword. But if these two people don't die this time, both their state of mind and martial arts will have a great improvement. "The people in Dingwang Mansion are really extraordinary. But... is there anyone who can withstand the next sword?"

Ye Li looked heavy-hearted. She had never felt so powerless in all these years. Qilin hadn't arrived yet, so he must have been entangled by the people sent by Yan Wangge and Lei Zhenting. Moreover, as the saying goes, one force can defeat ten skills. In the face of absolute strength, all strategies and calculations are empty talk.

Looking at the calm woman in white, Ling Tiehan sighed and swung the long sword in his hand. Ah Jin whipped the whip, but the long whip specially made by a skilled craftsman was easily cut by the sword. The sword swept towards Ye Li without stopping, and Zhuo Jing and others widened their eyes in despair.

“Whoosh!”

In the dark forest, a stream of energy shot out and hit Ling Tiehan's sword. The long sword that was stabbing at Ye Li paused, Ling Tiehan's face changed slightly, and his eyes shot towards the forest of Gu Daobian, "Who is it?!"

－－－－－－－A side note－－－－－－－

Thanks to Blue Moonlight Band and Yuan Yue for writing the lyrics for Feng's song "Rebellion. Remembering the Mohist Army". Hui Liyi also sang it beautifully.

Loyalty and righteousness are not worth the country

The cold sword and the frost covered the road, and the waning moon accompanied me in reading military books.

Holding a sword and a halberd, he walked in a hurry, laughing drunkenly.

In this life, Xiao Su sings and laughs at the floating of life and death

The Hegemony of the Rivers and Mountains

Holding a gun and riding a horse, he sank into the sand and died for eternity

How many times has the jackdaw caused a stir?

The turbid waves break through the sky with the sword and the golden spear

There are clouds and wind, the black flags are moving, the cold song is resounding

Chang'an has dreams, burdens, and withered bones, but the north wind has not yet subsided, and the road home is still

The blood and tears of loyal souls stained the king's road

Narration: I have no regrets, I have never regretted! We fought together as comrades, so what if our halberds are sank! When we meet again in the next life, I will fight you again!

Once said that loyalty is not worth the heart's heart

Where can I hide my loyal bones in this chaotic world?

Yellow sands, desolate Misai Posthouse, Qiang flute, frost on iron armor

The lonely city is about to close, the next life is the black armor jade dragon