The Tang Dynasty in 2006

Why are you back now? I couldn't find it at the starting point before.

Please update, I've read it so many times, but my writing skills are not up to the author's level. I can't continue writing even if I want to.

The strong wind above the city tower was stronger than before the solar eclipse subsided. Although the dark sky has gradually faded away from the cold ink, and the sunlight has returned to the top of Luoyang City, the yellow and turbid water drained from the south of the city is still swirling under the stone embankments on both sides of the Tianjin Bridge, rolling up broken trees and debris, making a low and irritating roar. Xu Xingzhi's fingers pressed against the blue bricks of the battlement were already cold, and his fingertips were faintly white. "Report——!!" A scream filled with the smell of blood and muddy water suddenly exploded from under the gate tower and horse path! A Qingqi Tanma from the Prince of Qin, dressed in gray linen, short brown, and covered with sheepskin armor, stumbled up the blue brick stairs as if fished out of yellow mud soup, and almost knelt at Xu Xing's feet. His chest heaved violently, and there was even dried blood foam at the corner of his mouth, and he hissed: "Mr. Xu! Six hundred miles east, hurry up! Hebei... Hebei Dou Jiande is moving!!" , His voice was as solid as iron: "Say! Where are you?!" "Dou Jiande's pro-terrorist army crossed the river and moved southward. The forward elite cavalry has crossed Banzhu and defeated three checkpoints along the river. It is now heading south along the Si River. Its forward sentry cavalry... Has approached outside Hulao Pass. Thirty miles!" Tan Ma held the dense bamboo tube soaked in sweat and mud, his voice trembled with extreme fear and exhaustion, "Hebei Army Xia Wang banner, claiming to be riding 200,000 troops, heading straight for Luoyang!" "Dou Jiande?" >A school lieutenant gasped and said in shock, "How could the Hebei army come so fast?!" Xu Xingzhi did not answer, but tightly held the muddy bamboo tube, and the thin bamboo tube creaked in his palm. It was as if a very heavy lead weight sank heavily in his chest. This great change in Luoyang City has just begun - the main forces of Wang Shichong and Dugu Clan were led to the Xiangshan Underground Palace to fight to the death. The floods from the Luoshui River in the city have not completely receded. The city defense gate towers of Dingding Gate and Jianguo Gate even fell into the hands of the Qin Palace for less than an hour! And Dou Jiande's Hebei cavalry has actually stepped on this pass accurately, crossed Banzhu and penetrated directly into Hulao! This is by no means a temporary idea after hearing about the chaos in Luoyang. Dou Jiande, a local dragon entrenched in Hebei, had clearly mobilized ships and prepared military supplies on the north bank of the Yellow River. Even a few days ago, he had quietly moved south by taking advantage of the flow of the river! Who sent the letter to Hebei? Did Wang Shichong secretly borrow troops from Dou Jiande, or was it Meng Jiong and those Henan green forest giants who were leading the way to Hebei? Or... Li Tang's meticulous work in Guandong, when he realized that the situation in Luoyang was not right, he poured the most lethal hot water into the boiling oil pan in Luoyang? ! The corners of Xu Xing's eyes twitched slightly. I can't guess, and it's too late to check. The blade of reality is already on the neck. "Master Xu, what should we do now?" The teeth of the captain beside him were trembling. "Dingding Gate and Jianguo Gate have been captured, but most of the guards are temporarily disarmed Wang Shichong's surrendered soldiers. People's hearts are floating, and the swords and guns are not clearly assigned! If all nine gates of the Eastern Capital are to be defended, don't say anything. We need 20,000 to 30,000 troops, but the troops we can mobilize at the moment are only more than 20,000 troops, and the rest are all hopeless soldiers!" Xu Xingzhi looked at the deep mansions and courtyards in the city that were still immersed in puddles, and quickly calculated every line of defense and every pass in his mind. The new occupation of Dongdu is not a great victory at all, but a charred corpse that is extremely hot to the touch. Inside the city, the troops descended like frightened birds, and the remaining bureaucratic eyes and ears of Dugu Clan and Wang Shichong were secretly watching; outside the city, the earth-shattering earthquake and roar just now in the direction of Xiangshan heralded the changes on His Highness' side. At the last moment of the decisive battle, Wang Shichong led the remnants of his troops to counterattack. With his prestige in Luoyang for several years, he could pull thousands of broken troops to join forces inside and outside at any time; while to the east, Dou Jiande's army was about to arrive in Hulao! No one is available. The people around me who can really mobilize and trust are not even a general who can lead the troops to block Hulao Pass on his own! Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath. The cold air entered his lungs, but it completely calmed down his nerves that were tense due to extreme anxiety. "First, block the news." Xu Xingzhi's gaze was like a knife, and he swept the two guards on the left and right. "Every battalion in the city defense will still be patrolled by the Qin Palace. If there is anyone who forms a clique in private or whispers, kill them first and then report them!" "Promise!" "Second," Xu Xingzhi turned around and pointed at the official road to the east. , "Send an order to the Shangdong Gate and Qinghua Gate. All refugees and defeated soldiers coming from the east will be kept out of the gate, and no one will be allowed to enter the city! If any defeated soldiers retreat from Hulao Pass, their weapons will be collected and organized on the spot!" After he issued the military order in one breath, his body swayed slightly and he had to hold on to the cold battlements. There are no extra chips in hand. The only thing I can hope for now is that one place... Xu Xingzhi gritted his back teeth and involuntarily cast his eyes in the direction of the post road in the south of the city that led directly to Jianghuai, and dug his fingers deeply into the cracks of the bricks. Your Highness, what happened to you in Xiangshan? And Du Fuwei... Are Jiangdu's soldiers and horses moved? ! If the Jianghuai army cannot arrive before Dou Jiande's troops approach the city, this huge city of Luoyang will soon turn into a sea of ​​blood that will swallow everyone! ※※※ At the southern foot of Xiangshan Mountain, in a narrow valley lined with rocks. "Crack la la la——!!" A scalp-numbing loud cracking sound exploded violently deep in the ground! At the edge of the abyss where Yang Hao originally fell, the green limestone layer on the ground did not calm down. Instead, it was accompanied by the violent twitching of the underground river of the earth, like a turtle shell being ripped open by huge force, tearing out terrifying cracks several feet wide! Smoke and dust spewed out of the deep crack like a gray dragon, and the turbid underground mud splashed everywhere. The entire southern slope of Xiangshan Mountain continues to collapse toward the central pit at a speed visible to the naked eye! The battle situation on the rocky beach completely collapsed at this moment. "Get away!!" Fu Junqiang had tears in her eyes. The snow-white dagger in her hand, Yi's swordsmanship, had long lost its usual agility. However, the abyss was right in front of her, and Yang Hao's falling back was like a branding iron on her heart. The little girl's heart had already sunk to the bottom, her moves were scattered, and she had no intention of fighting with the person in front of her. On the other side, Dugu Feng's Luoyan long sword also lost its usual stunning flying spirit. The long sword trembled in the strong wind. Seeing Yang Hao's figure swallowed by the endless darkness, the blood in her body seemed to freeze in an instant. Her whole body seemed to have been drained of bone marrow, and even her breathing had stagnated. The air in the field was in chaos, and a fatal gap suddenly appeared in the siege's dead net. What kind of person is Shi Zhixuan? As an evil king who has been in the Demon Sect for decades and has wandered on the edge of life and death countless times, he did not even look in the direction of Yang Hao's fall into the abyss. His eyes as deep as the cold pool only condensed slightly at the moment when the energy of the six masters was disordered. "Huh——" The wide dark black scholar's shirt rolled up like black clouds in the rain of gravel falling from the sky! Shi Zhixuan stepped on the Immortal Seal and took advantage of it. His figure was so weird that he pulled out an almost ethereal afterimage between Daoxin's Diamond Wheel Seal and the shadow of Emperor Xin's cast iron Zen staff. The energy collided in the void, and the gravel shot out like bullets, but the elegant and lonely figure had already slipped out of the siege three feet away like blue smoke! Huan Mo moved his body, Shi Zhixuan stepped on the continuously cracking and collapsing rocks. After a few ups and downs, he floated into the thick fog of the dense forest whistling to the south, leaving only a faint sneer that gradually dispersed in the strong wind. The evil king retreated, and pursuing him was already a lie. What's even worse is that the ground in the entire narrow valley is sinking crazily! "Amitabha... The mountain collapsed, the situation is irreversible!" Master Daoxin's face was covered with dust, and he shouted the Buddha's name. Bodhidharma's staff rested on the bluestone, stopping the monk soldiers behind him who wanted to pursue him. Not far away, hundreds of Qin Prince's elite cavalry and Song clan warriors brought by Yang Hao, as well as the remaining monks from Jing Nian Zen Temple, had to give up completely under the violent shock of the power of heaven and earth. Although the sword was not sheathed, all that was left in everyone's eyes was the horror of this devastating landslide. For Dugufeng, the cold reality that was more terrifying than Yang Hao's fall into the abyss turned into a devastating thunder at this moment. She stood blankly on the edge of a bottomless crack, the strong wind lifting her torn and blood-stained red dress. The underground palace collapsed. The entire Jinluan Hall, which was buried deep in the belly of Xiangshan Mountain, had just collapsed into a huge mud and stone tomb due to the backflow of Luo River and the turning of earth veins... And her grandmother You Chuhong, her biological father Dugu Feng... Are all under the ground at the moment! "Grandma... Dad..." Dugu Feng murmured to himself, his voice as light as a gossamer. The pair of phoenix eyes that usually look forward to the glory and look down upon Guan Long are now so empty that they have no sparkle at all. She wanted to draw her sword to dig through the tens of thousands of kilograms of boulders, and wanted to jump out of the bottomless quagmire, but her limbs felt like they were filled with lead and were too cold to move. My biological father and grandmother, who were trapped in the ground and did not know whether they were alive or dead, were all deep in the collapsed mountain at the moment. The Jinluan Temple buried deep in mud and rocks had long been in ruins. No matter how much she shouted, she could not get any response. The vastness of the world has become so empty and hopeless in an instant. Two lines of clear tears fell silently from the girl's dusty cheeks. Her whole body was crumbling, like a candle in the wind. "Back off! Everyone back off! Get out of the mountain pass!!" Song Zhi put his sword into its sheath, his face so solemn that he almost dripped water. He wiped the dust off his face, shouted loudly, and called for the Song family disciples to retreat quickly. The mountain is still tearing apart at a terrifying speed. If we don't leave, everyone will be buried in the secret mausoleum of Fragrant Mountain! "Yang Hao——!!" "Big bad guy! Come out! Come out!!" Fu Junqiang lay on the edge of the abyss, crying heartbreakingly. Song Lu and Song Yuzhi stepped forward quickly. Song Lu grabbed Fu Junqiang's arm and dragged her back, saying urgently: "Miss Fu, you can't come any closer! There is an underground torrent at the bottom, and the rock walls are completely empty!" Pei Renji held the bloody long knife and stared blankly at the huge abyss that was still tearing and expanding to both sides. His whole body was like a clay sculpture. It's over. Just as the place was filled with despair and chaos, a steady and rough voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears: "What are you howling for?!" Ba Fenghan strode across the broken stone beam, his Qin Sword being inserted casually into the leather sheath behind his back. Although there were blood stains on the weather-carved face outside the wall, there was no trace of panic in those wolf-like eyes. He grabbed Pei Renji's shoulder armor and said in a deep voice: "General Pei, wake up! What does this dead end mean to Yang Hao?!" Pei Renji was stunned and said miserably: "That was Shi Zhixuan's full palm! He fell into the underground river of the cracked earth again, even if he is a god..."

I used codex and tried gpt5.6'S luna sol, gemini's 3.7Flash and 3.1Pro models. I found that the sol model has the best logic and 3.7Flash has the best sense of language, but I often don't follow my own writing steps and review steps. At present, 33 chapters have been imported into AI. I am trying to write subsequent chapters and comparing them with the original work. I find that as long as I can provide a detailed outline and distilled writing style, I can still reproduce the author's original impression. But when I asked AI to generate the plot trend for Chapter 166 and beyond, AI was unable to capture the author's logic and wild ideas. I read the generated general outline and detailed outline and was very dissatisfied.

At the edge of the charred and collapsed courtyard wall, the masonry was broken into powder. The strong smell of blood in the air mixed with the smoke and dust of unburned dead wood, making people's throats tighten. Deep in Shanglin Garden, the scattered Qi gradually calmed down. A corner of the charred courtyard wall collapsed, and the broken bricks were mixed with blood and unburned wood chips. Yang Hao stood among the broken tiles, his right arm still sore and numb. The dagger in Shan Wanjing's hand slipped and hit the bricks. Her face was pale, her hair covered with frost was stained with ashes, and her body, which had been supported by strength, was shaking. Shi Zhixuan had already escaped, and she could no longer hold on and fell forward. "Wanjing!" Yang Hao took a step forward and helped her into his arms. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow. Yang Hao tried to feel her pulse, his brows darkened. Fu Junqiang stood aside with his sword in hand, his chest and skirt stained with blood. She originally wanted to step forward to see Yang Hao's injury, but when she saw him holding Shan Wanjing first, he paused and then looked away. "You know how to take care of her, you big bad guy." She snorted coldly, returned the dagger to its sheath, endured her injuries and left alone. Yang Hao glanced at her back and did not call her. He just held Shan Wanjing steady and turned around to rush back to the palace. ※※※ Luoyang Waiguo, the junction of Jicuifang and Lidefang. The howling southeast wind carried billowing black smoke, like rolling and roaring black dragons, wreaking havoc on the continuous rooftops of the neighborhoods. At the forefront of this blazing black smoke, a muddy partition more than forty steps wide was forcibly opened up. In order to stop the fire from approaching Hanjiacang City to the north, tens of thousands of soldiers and young civilians who were urgently recruited were drenched and were demolishing houses with pickaxes in the scorching heat wave. "Demolish! Demolish all the rows of two-in-one houses near the canal!" Xu Xingzhi stood on a pile of wet broken bricks and rubble. His green shirt had been burnt by flying fire and had several charred black holes. His originally elegant and upright face was smeared darkly by the smoke, and even his long beard was slightly curled by the baking. He clutched a map of Luoyang Square soaked in sewage in his hand, and his voice was already hoarse and cracked from shouting, but it revealed an undeniable iron-bloodedness and coldness: "All the beams and rafters were dragged down the river, and not a single piece of dry wood was allowed to be left!" Beside him, Yuan Tiangang personally supervised and led dozens of soldiers to smash open the hard stone ditch with iron picks. Side wall: "Let the water flow! Pour the water from the Diluo Aqueduct into the street! The mud and sand are mixed with the water and the walls are wet with mud. Move faster!" The engineering camp and the civilians shouted hoarsely. Houses collapsed under the impact of giant trees. Mud water overflowed the street, and finally an insurmountable mud defense line was built in front of the flaming street intersection. Seeing that the violent fire was intercepted by mud and water vapor a hundred steps away, Xu Xingzhi let out a long breath of turbid air with a strong burnt smell, and his whole body swayed almost as if he was exhausted. Xu Xingzhi wiped the black sweat from his face and looked at the long street in the distance where the smoke was still billowing, his eyes full of bitterness and heaviness. Luoyang has experienced this catastrophe and has only a few years to recuperate. I am afraid that it will never be able to return to the grand scene of the past when all nations came to visit. ※※※ Thirty miles northeast of Luoyang, at the Mengjin Ferry of the Yellow River. The turbid Yellow River water roars and surges, rolling up layers of turbid foam. The wind was blowing hard on both sides of the ferry, and everything you could see was a miserable, blackened mess. "Straight bitch! That black guy Liu Heitai is really a fucking piece of meat!" Cheng Yaojin reined in his horse, angrily tore off his head that was blackened by fireworks, and smashed it heavily on the saddle bridge. The blade of the Bagua Xuanhua ax in his hand actually had two gaps the size of rice grains. The entire breastplate was soaked in blood, and the big, rough face was filled with bad luck and rage. Beside him, Qin Shubao was sitting on a horse with a gold-plated mace in his hand, his shirt rustling, and a deep chill shrouded Shen Yi's solemn face. On the bank of the river, three thousand Qilu elite cavalry and Xiaoqi camp cavalry chased each other for dozens of miles, their horses' hooves trampling the mudflats. Although they defeated Xia Jun's baggage troops and beheaded more than a thousand people along the way, the momentum of the pursuit was cut off when they arrived at the Mengjin Ferry. The Hebei overlord did not even abandon the wounded soldiers and heavy weapons in the camp, and rushed to the ferry at full speed. Liu Heitai, the most powerful general of the Xia army, even personally led thousands of death warriors to ride on the shore of the ferry and nailed them into a formation of iron barrels. When Dou Jiande's main force was all on the north bank, Liu Heitai issued an absolute military order to burn ships on both sides of the strait without hesitation. The flames burned wildly along the cables and plank roads. All the ferries, bamboo rafts and pontoons at Mengjin Ferry were burned black and collapsed, sinking into the rolling mud flow. Qin Shubao looked northward, across the wide and fast water of the Yellow River, and could faintly see the broken black flag of "Great Xia" on the north bank, slowly moving northward in the cold wind and disappearing into the vast clouds. The natural barrier of the Yellow River is like an insurmountable natural chasm, straddling the north and south banks. The water was strong in early spring, and there were no boats or pontoons. Even if the Qin Prince's cavalry had the ability to reach the sky, it would be impossible to forcibly cross the water. Qin Shubao exhaled a long white breath, held down the agitated war horse, and said in a deep voice to stop Cheng Yaojin's rage: "It is a foregone conclusion to cross the Yellow River north. If you cross the Yellow River by force, you will be ambushed on the north bank. Gather the baggage. Go back to the city with the captives to deliver the goods to the camp." ※※※ In the deep chamber of the imperial palace, heavy crocodile silk curtains hung low, blocking out the cold palace walls from the smoke and firelight that towered into the sky. The air is filled with the strong smell of ambergris and bitter herbal medicine, but it still cannot cover up the faint, almost exhausted smell of blood. On the couch with dragon and phoenix patterns carved from golden nanmu, Shan Wanjing lay quietly on her back. The girl's eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes were as motionless as frozen ice crystals. The oval face that used to be graceful and bright was now as pale as paper, almost showing a transparent feeling of collapse. The most worrying thing is the long hair spread out on the pillow. Zhu Yuyan sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes slightly closed, two slender green-white fingers resting on the "Tianmen point" between Shan Wanjing's eyebrows, and her other hand pressed on her heart. The true energy turned into wisps of almost imperceptible dark ripples, penetrating like thin threads into the eight extraordinary meridians in the girl's body. Yang Hao quickly walked around the screen to the couch, looked at Shan Wanjing's lifeless pale face, and asked: "Master Zhu, how is Wanjing's condition?" Zhu Yuyan felt for her pulse for a long time before taking back her hand. Mrs. Dongming stood guard by the couch, and Huanwan stood by the curtain. Everyone was waiting for her to speak. "The essence of essence is depleted." Zhu Yuyan said, "Wanjing urged the demon to disintegrate twice, and suffered Chao Gongcuo's Seven Killing Fists. The old wounds have not healed, but new ones have been added. His Highness's Immortality Secret can stimulate the remaining vitality in her body, temporarily delaying the depletion, but it cannot make up for the lost energy. Jingyuan." Yang Hao looked at Shan Wanjing on the couch: "Is there no other way?" Zhu Yuyan paused for a while and said, "If she wants to replenish the Jingyuan, she must get the Evil Emperor's relic and let her absorb the Jingyuan!" As soon as these four words were spoken, Mrs. Dongming's expression next to the couch suddenly froze, and Huanwan's fingertips beside the curtain trembled slightly, and she subconsciously tightened her red lips. Yang Hao glanced at Zhu Yuyan and did not answer immediately. She had been thinking about the Evil Emperor's relics for more than a day or two; whether these words were for Wanjing or had other plans, he couldn't believe it. "No." Yang Hao said, "The Leaping Horse Bridge is now guarded by Li Jiancheng's people. If we go to open Yang Gong's treasure house now, the treasures and armor inside may fall into the hands of Li Tang." Zhu Yuyan did not argue, but said: "If His Highness is willing to tell you how to open it, the Yingui faction can try to take out the relics, and let Wanjing first Absorb." Yang Hao shook his head: "Once the treasure house is opened, Shi Zhixuan will definitely keep an eye on the relics. He has arrangements in the Buddhist gates and temples in Chang'an. I'm afraid the Yingui Sect may not know this. If you go there, you may not be able to get the relics, but you may help pave the way for him." Hearing this, she glanced at her daughter without interrupting. Yang Hao said: "Let's not consider the evil emperor's relics for now. I will go to Bashu to find Shi Qingxuan and ask her to find a way to save Wanjing." Zhu Yuyan looked at him and asked doubtfully: "What is the relationship between His Highness and Shi Qingxuan?" Yang Hao frowned: "I have no relationship with Shi Qingxuan. It is your family that has a roundabout relationship with Shi Qingxuan."

The morning light had just begun to break, but there was not even a hint of dawn in the sky above Luoyang City. Thick, ink-like billowing black smoke rose from all over the 108th square of Waiguo, covering the entire sky. The fire was soaring into the sky, the heat wave was mixed with the pungent smell of burning and the ash of vegetation, and the strong wind was howling crazily in the long streets and alleys. Before Dou Jiande evacuated Luoyang, he ordered the Xia army's rear troops to pour oil and set fire everywhere according to Pei Ju's poisonous plan. The tongues of fire were like countless ferocious red-trained pythons, frantically licking and devouring the rows of cornices and tile houses. The loud noise of collapsing beams and columns, the roar of falling rubble, mixed with the heart-wrenching cries of the people in the east of the city and the faint and chaotic sound of fire-fighting gongs from the soldiers, could still be heard faintly even though they were miles away. Zhu Yuyan's snow-white ribbon crossed the stone fence in this gray rain. Shi Zhixuan didn't even look back. The hand he had just grabbed at Yang Hao's throat was blocked by Fu Junqiang's sword skills. At this moment, his five fingers were retracted half an inch, his wrist bones sank, and he passed through the top of the dagger again. There was no anger or any fighting spirit in that grab, and it still hit the side of Yang Hao's neck. Although the three women have been forced from behind, as long as they take the King of Qin into their hands and Zhu Yuyan throws the rat weapon, the siege can be solved. Fu Junqiang only moved when she saw his shoulder, and the dagger had already turned back along the original path. The tip of the sword has no chasing hand, it just points diagonally towards Shi Zhixuan's elbow. That was the point he couldn't get around if he wanted to capture someone with a twist of his wrist. Calculating the right path and then forcing the incoming force was exactly the method of using Yi swordsmanship to control people. Shi Zhixuan had just suffered the loss of this sword, how could he allow her to ruin the situation again. His left sleeve suddenly flicked, and the energy contained in the wide sleeve hit the middle of the sword body, and his right palm pressed outward at the same time. The two forces move one after the other. The former pulls the sword and the latter pushes the person. It is so simple that it is almost random. Fu Junqiang was so shocked that he almost dropped his dagger. She forced her wrist to press the hilt of the sword, and the broken bricks under her feet slid away one after another, and she fell sideways and backwards. When she landed on the ground, she used the tip of her sword to touch the crack in the stone, and used the momentum to turn over. Her shoulder and back still brushed against the half-section of the fence, and a fishy sweetness suddenly filled her throat. Shi Zhixuan's right hand has arrived in front of Yang Hao. Yang Hao was still retreating a moment ago, but his heel was pressing against an upturned brick. Behind it is the ruined platform with half of it collapsed. To the left, it will hit a broken pillar, and to the right, it will be covered by Shi Zhixuan's shoulder. Although he already held the Great Victory in his hand, he didn't even have time to raise his sword to seal the attack. He only felt the wind from five fingers touching the skin of his neck, and the chill penetrated his throat bones. The longevity secret energy in Yang Hao's Dantian Qi sea surged wildly, and he no longer had any intention of resisting the claw wind. His body became light, as if he had turned into a weightless feather, floating backwards inconceivably along the majestic air flow captured by Shi Zhixuan's claws. In Shi Zhixuan's eyes, Yang Hao was clearly right in front of him, and his body was falling backwards with the claw wind. It was the best time to open the middle palace and clasp his palms to capture. However, the moment the five fingers suddenly came together, the true energy in Yang Hao's body suddenly reversed and exploded, without any warning at all! "Chi!" Shi Zhixuan grabbed it with five fingers, and the sound of cracking silk was clear and harsh. The claws penetrated the robe, but what was grasped in the palm was only half of the torn front. The "body" torn open by the fingertips swayed silently in the air like smoke, faded and dissipated - it was a short-lived afterimage formed by the rapid change of direction and the residual energy! The real Yang Hao had already slid out three feet away like a ghostly smoke just a few millimeters before his claws closed together. With the help of the wind pressure from Shi Zhixuan's palms, he swung in the air, staggered out of the platform, and headed straight for Zhu Yuyan! Shi Zhixuan grabbed the empty space with his five fingers, and rags fell between his palms. The pupils of this next-generation evil king suddenly shrunk to two needlepoints, and an unbelievable look of shock erupted in his eyes for the first time: "Illusion Demon Body Technique?!" Before he finished speaking, Zhu Yuyan's first streamer had swept behind his feet, and the other one fell diagonally from above his right shoulder. Shi Zhixuan had no choice but to turn half a step, move his right foot away from the belt tip, and face his shoulder with his left palm. Huanwan's double slashes immediately came out of the smoke, one stick against his ribs and the other to seal the gap after he turned around. Yang Hao bumped into the outer edge of Zhu Yuyan's control before he dared to turn back and gasp. Shi Zhixuan's left palm just touched the ribbon, and a whirling force emerged from the bottom of his sleeve, and he moved two feet sideways with Zhu Yuyan's pull. The double slash followed closely, and he used the tip of his elbow to cut the spine of the knife on the right side of Huan Huan. He leaned down along with the direction of the other knife and narrowly passed through the intersecting blades. While he was dealing with the three women, his eyes still passed over the flying leucorrhea and fell on Yang Hao. "So His Highness has met Qingxuan, how is she doing now?" It seems astringent, and it seems that the words have been held in the chest for too long, and the original taste is no longer recognized when speaking. His hand did not stop for a moment, his left sleeve pushed aside the collar, and his right palm used the softness from Shan Meixian's scroll to change its position, avoiding the area where Zhu Yuyan's shoulders were wrapped. Yang Hao held on to the broken railing and coughed. After regaining his breath, he opened his mouth and said, "Of course he is alone and pitiful." Shi Zhixuan's eyes narrowed slightly. When Yang Hao said this, he deliberately grinned even more: "Looking at the way she looked when she mentioned you, I almost wish I had never had this father. I might even burn incense at night. I beg you, bastard, to fall into the ditch one day so that you don't harm others again. Why, the evil king still expects her to serve you tea as a filial piety?" As long as it can put a thorn in Shi Zhixuan's heart, Yang Hao will never mind scolding her dirty. Shi Zhixuan didn't answer him. ※※※ Mrs. Dongming always stayed on the outside and did not compete with him for a palm or a finger. Wherever there is a broken railing to hold on to, the breeze will blow away the floating dust and make the stone surface slippery; wherever there is a brick or stone to step on, the gentle force will tilt it aside in an instant. Occasionally, the force attracted by the Immortal Seal would pounce on Huanhua, but she would use her wide sleeves to cover it up to prevent the three people's attacks from colliding with each other. is closest to the inner circle. The two Heavenly Demon Double Slashes did not spread out, and each time they were only extended one and a half feet. Shi Zhixuan just turned his shoulders from under the ribbon, and slashed right to the crook of his elbow; he bent his arm to get out of the way, and slashed left to reach his waist. As she changed positions with her bare feet, the short demon field closed and released, biting the moment when he was taking a breath and settling down, forcing him to count half a minute more for every step he took. Zhu Yuyan controlled the general situation, sealing the feet and shoulders with ribbons; Mrs. Dongming erased the external borrowing materials; Huanwan used double chops to mend the seams close to her body. The cooperation between the three of them was still far from perfect, but it was no longer possible for Shi Zhixuan to use A to attack B as easily as before. Every time the two qi of death and life in his body change, he can dissolve part of the demonic energy that invades the meridians, and then restore the qi machine to counterattack. However, the pressure from the three sides continues too fast, and the energy that has just been released has not been fully gathered, and the next knife and the next area are already approaching. A cloud of ash with sparks rolled up from outside the garden wall and threw itself into the crowd. Zhu Yuyan's white belt trembled and swept the sparks into the sky; but her vision dimmed when the thick smoke overwhelmed her. Shi Zhixuan immediately took a staggered step to the east, and the shadow in dark green clothes split into two in the smoke. Wanyuan didn't distinguish between true and false, she slashed one to the left and the other to the right, guarding the two narrowest points in Zhu Yuyan's field. The figure in front was slashed through and turned into smoke. The real body swept out from the bottom of Mrs. Dongming's sleeve, and her left palm reached in front of her shoulder. Mrs. Dongming's sleeves were rolled back, and she held the edges of her palms in her mouth. As soon as she touched the opponent with her soft strength, she felt that the true energy in her sleeves suddenly disappeared. The lifeless energy was flowing in Shi Zhixuan's body. When her support was removed, life immediately burst out from another meridian, and his palm moved another two inches. Huanwen's right slash cut from the side, forcing him to shrink his hand. The short blade of his left hand came out from under his elbow, and he said with a smile: "The evil king was distracted by his daughter, and his hands were too slow." "If a good niece reaches Shi's age, she will know that some things must be clarified." The double slash can be divided at the touch of a touch. Shi Zhixuan took advantage of the short force coming from the sword to move south, but was blocked by Shan Meixian Guangxiu after only half a step. Zhu Yuyan's Demon Field closed in another level, turning three feet into two and a half feet. Ashes on the ground rolled toward his feet, and even the hot wind that came in his direction swirled in the field. Fu Junqiang leaned on the ground with his sword. His right arm was so numb that he couldn't use it for a while. He took two breaths before he managed to stand up. Immediately, she felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She swallowed the blood that surged into her throat and walked around the broken fence back to Yang Hao. She knew very well that she would never be able to catch Shi Zhixuan's second frontal attack, and all she could do was rely on Yi swordsmanship to block Yang Hao's first move. Yang Hao has already seen the hard bow he abandoned just now. The bow landed among a pile of broken bricks on the west side of the residual platform, seven or eight steps away from him. The battle circle was moving north, and that area was temporarily empty. He first sheathed Dashengtian, hunched over and ran over, grabbed the back of the bow, and fished out two heavy arrows from the overturned quiver. Fu Junqiang followed with Hengjian and said in a low voice: "Bad villain, you still dare to stand so close?" "From far away, through the smoke, it's hard to tell who the arrow will hit." Yang Hao inserted an arrow into his belt, Fu Junqiang took half a step sideways, guarding his dagger in front of him. She did not participate in the siege anymore and only stared at Shi Zhixuan's shoulders, waist and toes. If the opponent risked his life to attack again, her Yi sword skills would be responsible for blocking the first hand. After that, life or death could only depend on Yang Hao himself. Yang Hao held the bow and closed his eyes. ※※※ In the darkness, the sound of fire gongs became even more chaotic. Three to the south and five to the north, with the muffled sound of the roof beams collapsing in between. The cry came closer and further away in the wind, soot stuck on Yang Hao's eyelashes, and the hot wind blew over the wound on the side of his neck, making the skin tighten. He did not get rid of these sounds one by one, but only exhaled and restrained his breath according to the longevity formula, allowing the yin and yang qi in the sea of ​​​​qi to circulate along their respective meridians, and then slowly connected at the intersection of the sky and the sky. When the bow string gradually became full, he separated a strand of true energy as thin as a gossamer, sent it into the arrow shaft along both arms, and collected it in the iron arrow cluster. He couldn't see the battle circle, nor could he "see" everyone's moves out of thin air. The first thing I felt was Zhu Yuyan's demonic field. The pulling force is huge and clear, like a net slowly closing toward the center. Every time the net tightens inward, there is a point where the airflow changes direction. Following the direction of the constriction, Yang Hao first identified the approximate location where Shi Zhixuan was trapped, and then from the soft sounds of the streamers blowing in the wind, the double slashes breaking the air, and the wide sleeves sweeping the dust, he could barely distinguish the narrow gap left by the three women for the arrow path. The bow is raised. Yang Hao clasped the string with his thumb, held the arrow tail steady with three fingers, and slowly drew the hard bow. Old wounds throbbed deep in his chest and abdomen, and his right arm was sore from the previous repeated bowing. He didn't dare to draw it all at once, so he opened it seven points first, exhaled half a breath, and then dragged the bowstring to his cheek little by little. The next step is the most difficult step. Shi Zhixuan's Immortal Seal is running in the body. Yang Hao couldn't see through the meridians from a few feet away, let alone which strand of true energy was going to turn into energy and which one was going to fight back. He could only capture the rhythm of each opponent's recovery after releasing their strength from the changes in the offensive of Zhu Yuyan and the others. Shi Zhixuan's breath seemed to sink into the depths, then rise from the other end. The two qi of death and life circulate endlessly, sometimes diverting the external energy, and sometimes urging the body to seize the position. The transitions between them are so fast that they are almost connected together. Yang Hao followed three times, and every time he touched the edge, the rhythm changed. Where would Shi Zhixuan hide? Should the arrow go through the throat or the heart? Who would win after being hit? These thoughts were all put down by him one by one. He no longer waited for an opportunity to "kill". He just let his breathing follow the slight trembling of the bowstring, and the bowstring followed the rhythm of the transition between life and death. The demonic sound is sent in close to the constricted field. When it is heard from a distance, it sounds closer, but when it is heard nearby, it sounds like there is a wall between them. Shi Zhixuan's breath stagnated for a moment before his left palm released the energy in the ribbon, and Wan Wan had already reached his side. After performing the double cuts in tandem, he had to switch his qi machine twice in succession: first, he used his death qi to remove Zhu Yuyan's hold, and then he used his qi to blast away the close-range short blade. Yang Hao captured the wrong shot of the three women's offensive moment. The bow string, breathing, and Qi movement are all at the same moment. His heart was empty and his fingers naturally relaxed. The sound of the strings was dull, mostly obscured by the sound of a fire gong.

The muffled sound was still echoing among the broken walls, and Zhu Yuyan's right sleeve had crossed the two-foot stone path. The snow-white ribbon hung softly at first, but when it reached five feet in front of Shi Zhixuan, the tip of the ribbon suddenly sank and rolled towards his right ankle; another streamer passed close to the ground, blocking half a step on the left side. At the same time, the dust scattered around rolled towards the center, and the stone path seemed to suddenly become narrower. Shi Zhixuan did not retreat but advanced. His dark green robe swung forward and his right foot happened to step between the two ribbons. His kick seemed to send him to death, but when he landed, he only touched a loose brick with his toe. Zhu Yuyan's wrists were slightly closed, and the area around her feet was suddenly lifted up, directly under his ribs; the area close to the ground was folded up to wrap around his shoulders and neck. Shi Zhixuan pressed his left palm lightly on the first strip. This push was neither hard nor firm. As soon as the edge of the palm touched the magic energy stored in the belt, the waist turned diagonally backwards due to the pull. The green brick was picked up by his toes and hit the second streamer. His person had moved from before the two belts were closed to Zhu Yuyan's right side, so close that he could almost smell the fragrance on her sleeves. "Xiaoyan, I haven't seen you for many years, but your magic is still not willing to leave any room for Shi." His voice was gentle, but his right hand came out of the sleeve of his robe and pointed behind Zhu Yuyan's ear with two fingers. Zhu Yuyan didn't look back, her shoulders were slightly heavy, and the inward-looking energy around her suddenly changed direction. Shi Zhixuan's fingertips were only three inches off, but his body felt like he was stepping on a tilting ship, and his fingertips were involuntarily deflected by half an inch. Half an inch is enough. Zhu Yuyan cut his wrist with her backhand, and the ribbon on her left sleeve looped back from behind and swept towards his knees. Shi Zhixuan's fingers and palms intersected, and the palms of her hands first expanded and then retracted, guiding the infuriating energy she had cut to her lower body, where it hit the swept streamer. The leucorrhea straightened with a snap, and Shi Zhixuan used the two forces to collide and moved his whole body forward, and his back brushed against a broken watch. The stone chips on the Huabiao rustled down. Zhu Yuyan's eyes did not follow his figure. She only took one step forward, and with this step all the people involved within a few feet were overwhelmed. Between the broken wall, the beautiful watch, and the fallen stone beast, there are still more than ten gaps for Shi Zhixuan to stay, but each one requires a little more effort than usual, and every time he turns around, it feels like someone is grabbing the corner of his clothes. Shi Zhixuan held Hua Biao with one hand and said with a smile: "The Seventeenth Heavenly Demon Law is indeed much more stable than before. If you are willing to let go of the old grudges, who among the Holy Sect sects will dare to disobey you and me?" Zhu Yuyan said: "You must survive today, and then make the decision for the Holy Sect." Before he finished speaking, two streamers, one high and one low, passed through both sides of Huabiao. Shi Zhixuan's figure swayed, and a dark green figure seemed to appear in front and behind Huabiao at the same time. The streamer high up passed through the chest, but what it hit was only a bulging sleeve. The real body had already moved around behind Zhu Yuyan close to the stone pillar, and pressed a palm against her vest. Zhu Yuyan's long skirt suddenly lifted back. The force field shrinks another two feet. Shi Zhixuan's elbow sank midway through his palm. Zhu Yuyan took advantage of the situation and turned around, brushing her fingers towards his chest. Shi Zhixuan didn't hold back, and his body seemed to be pulled forward by her brush. His chest was about to hit the fingertips, but he suddenly turned sideways at the moment when his sleeves touched. The demonic energy invades the clothes, like a mud cow entering the sea. Shi Zhixuan's chest sunk slightly and his face turned pale. The two qi of life and death in his body were suddenly extinguished in the meridians, and the strength that invaded the body disappeared immediately. The green bricks cracked under his feet, and his right shoulder shook outward at the same time, forcing Zhu Yuyan to raise her left sleeve. The streamer was only half a beat slow. Shi Zhixuan has passed through the half-shot and landed on the top of the stone beast three feet away. His smile was still calm: "Xiaoyan, you keep saying you want to kill me, but you still have the most ruthless hand. Is it because you are reluctant, or because you think that there is no one to inherit the Holy Sect?" A chill flashed across Zhu Yuyan's eyes. Shi Zhixuan had already leaned down and took advantage of the stone beast's falling force to force her into the palace. The time he chose was just when Zhu Yuyan's old thoughts were brought back by that sentence and the force field was about to be retracted and retracted. The palms of their hands collided together for the second time. There was no loud noise this time. The green bricks cracked silently under Zhu Yuyan's feet, while Shi Zhixuan's dark green robe bulged back into a full sail. The veins in his wrist had just been invaded by the demonic energy, and a whirling force had already emerged in his palm, which seemed to deflect Zhu Yuyan's palm energy and send it back through her left rib. A bright silver arc suddenly fell from the broken wall. ※※※ The arc split into two. The one on the right slashed at the back of Shi Zhixuan's neck, but the one on the left passed by Zhu Yuyan's ribbon, heading straight for the northwest corner where Shi Zhixuan could retreat after borrowing his strength. The bare-footed man in white clothes fell from the broken wall, his long hair spread out in the morning breeze, and the two heavenly demons slashed one real and the other empty, and the attack was so short that there was no room for differentiation. If Shi Zhixuan continues to borrow Zhu Yuyan's palm power, the impact point will be intercepted by the second slashing knife; if Shi Zhixuan dissipates his power immediately, Zhu Yuyan's palm power will be overtaken by half. He suddenly raised his index finger and tapped Zhu Yuyan's palm lightly. The strength accumulated between the two people suddenly tilted to the right. Zhu Yuyan's right sleeve was opened violently, and the knife she used to chop at the back of her neck was also moved a few inches away. Shi Zhixuan took advantage of the strength of the master and the disciple to influence each other, and his shoulder passed under the blade. He put his left hand on Huanwan's hanging cuff and said with a smile: "My niece is here at the right time." Huanwan flipped her wrist and the cuff immediately Tightening, she cut off his five fingers with double chops at the same time, and said sweetly: "Since the evil king is happy, just keep this hand as a greeting gift." Her demonic field moved with her, only to suddenly shrink between the two of them. The half-step under Shi Zhixuan's feet was suddenly shorter than expected. One of the two slashes was directed towards the knuckles, while the other was hidden behind the white sleeves and slashed his forearm. Shi Zhixuan loosened his cuff, bent his knees to avoid the knife on the surface, but his right elbow hit the where the knife was hidden. Huanwan rested her bare feet on the broken bricks and floated out sideways. The cuff was still wrapped three inches outside his wrist. She used this tug to straighten the misaligned position for Zhu Yuyan. Zhu Yuyan's ribbon has arrived. One shoulder is rolled up, the other is blocking the waist, and the third force is hidden in the wide sleeves, and it hits Shi Zhixuan's chest and abdomen at close range. Shi Zhixuan turned around to let go of the shoulder roll, pressing the waist belt with the tip of his elbow, but his chest and abdomen were wide open, as if he was about to bear the palm. The smile in Huanwan's eyes faded, her double slashes did not follow up, but instead sealed the two gaps behind him. The next moment, the edge of Zhu Yuyan's palm brushed against Shi Zhixuan's skirt. As soon as Tianmo Jin entered his clothes, Shi Zhixuan's chest sank slightly, and the true energy that was enough to crack his organs seemed to have suddenly lost its place, appearing and extinguishing in his meridians. Immediately afterwards, the strength of his right elbow that pressed the belt surged, and the entire ribbon bounced up in response to the elbow, just in time to block Huanwan's left hand short chop. Gold, iron and silk struck each other, making a strange sound. Huanhua's arm went numb, and she almost missed the short cut. She took advantage of the situation and turned her wrist, sliding the back of the knife against the ribbon. She took two quick steps to the left with her bare feet, and a short tug once again covered Shi Zhixuan's right foot that was about to step down. Zhu Yuyan also took it into her body at the same moment, no longer giving him any room to adjust his breath calmly. Shi Zhixuan suddenly hit the broken wall and slapped the back of his palm on the wall, blocking the sight of the three people with the falling bricks. With a bang, half of the wall fell outward. Shi Zhixuan stepped on the falling bricks and changed his position three times in a row. The first step was to step on the cracks in the wall, the second step was to step on broken bricks, and the third step was supposed to be over the top of Huan Huan's head, but he saw that the pair of bare feet had only moved half a foot, Huan Huan's man had already stood up upside down, and his double chops were staggered to guard the place where he must pass. "Such a smart and wise niece." Shi Zhixuan changed his shoulders in the air and swept his robe sleeves against the side of the chopper. "But have you ever thought about it. If your master really uses Jade and Stone, who will be handed over to the Yingui Sect? She brought you in today, is it for you to inherit, or for you to be buried with her?" Huanwan's left slash was slowed down for a very short moment. It was so short that others could barely notice it, but Shi Zhixuan could already see the gap between the blades. Just as his fingertips were about to move to the right to chop off the spine of the sword, Yang Hao's voice suddenly came in from outside the battle circle: "The evil king should worry about his daughter first! Shi Qingxuan would rather hide in Bashu and play the flute alone than come out to recognize you as your father. There is no one to show mourning for you!" The corners of Shi Zhixuan's eyes twitched very lightly, and the finger that pressed the knife was half a minute slower.

The morning fog has not yet cleared, and on the stone path at the old site of Shanglinyuan in the east corner of Luoyang City, the sound of the hooves of three thousand cavalry galloping suddenly stopped. Qin Shubao pressed his mace, and Cheng Yaojin held his ax horizontally. Their horses snorted uneasily, and their eyes were fixed on the old scribe sitting on the green horse in front of him with uncertainty. In their opinion, this was just a civil servant of the Xia Dynasty who was left behind by Dou Jiande. He didn't even have a piece of chainmail on his body, and there was not even half an inch of iron blade on his waist. There was nothing behind him. The so-called back-breaking master had long since fled to who knows where. Three thousand cavalry charged at him and crushed him to pieces in an instant, including both men and horses. However, Yang Hao stood in front of the battle with the sword drawn horizontally, his right palm firmly clasped on the handle of the Dasheng Tianhei sword, and his back was stretched like a fully-stretched iron bow. The air was filled with a pungent burnt smell, and the morning breeze blew through the withered grass, making it unnervingly quiet. Yang Hao didn't even turn his head, but stared straight at the green horse twenty steps away, with an unmistakable coldness in his tone: "Uncle Bao, Lao Cheng." "The final general is here!" The two generals responded in unison. "Three thousand fine cavalry immediately divided their troops into two wings, bypassed Shanglin Garden, and continued forward along the lanes and lanes on the north and south sides, chasing Dou Jiande!" As soon as these words came out, Qin Shubao and Cheng Yaojin were stunned on the spot. Cheng Yaojin's eyes were as wide as copper bells, he scratched the back of his head, and said in a rough voice with confusion on his face: "Your Highness, I, old Cheng, didn't listen to me?! Why did you have to go all the way to the alley? Wouldn't it be cheaper to cut him down and chase Dou Jiande along the road?!" Although Qin Shubao acted calmly, he was also extremely incomprehensible. He urged his horse to take half a step forward and remonstrated in a low voice: "Your Highness, Dou Jiande's main force has just fled to the east gate. If we divide our troops and go around the narrow alley at this moment, we will inevitably be delayed by the rubble of houses." Yang Hao's face was as dark as water, and his eyes were as cold as a layer of ice. He turned his head and gave the two of them a fierce look, and said in a very low voice, but with thunderous majesty: "Go around for me! Execute the military order, and those who disobey the order will be killed!" Qin Shubao and Cheng Yaojin were struck by Yang Hao's knife-like eyes, and their hearts trembled. After following Yang Hao to fight for a long time, they had never seen the King of Qin, who usually laughed and cursed, showing such a serious look as if he was facing a powerful enemy. "The last general obeys the order!" The second general did not dare to hesitate any longer. Qin Shubao made a fist and Cheng Yaojin gritted his teeth. The two men quickly turned their horses' heads and passed on the order. Although the three thousand elite cavalry were doubtful, the military orders were like mountains, and in the blink of an eye they were divided into two streams: left and right. The iron hooves flew like two black whirlwinds, avoiding the front stone road, weaving and circuitous along the dilapidated narrow alleys of Fangshi on both sides, stepping on the rubble and gravel on the ground, and chased towards the upper east gate. Before leaving, Cheng Yaojin and Qin Shubao couldn't help but look back frequently, looking at Yang Hao who was left alone on the stone path from a distance, their eyes full of worry and surprise.

The morning light has not yet torn through the mist at the top of Luoyang City. Under the waterway where Yishui and Luoshui meet, the water is bone-chillingly cold. Kan Leng held a fine steel water splinter tightly in his mouth, and his two big palm-leaf-like hands gripped the bluestone pier of the South Gate Shuiguan. Behind them were thirty Jianghuai athletes who were proficient in water skills. They were all lurking under the dark, murky water. Occasionally, a few bubbles would pop out of their mouths, but they would be dispersed by the rushing water in the blink of an eye. This underground water diversion channel left over from the old Sui Dynasty used to lead directly to the secret drainage channel of Xiangshan Secret Tomb in the early years. Due to disrepair for many years, the pig iron fence under the water gate has long been washed away by sediment and rusted. Several water ghosts took out the iron crowbars and short chisels from their waists, inserted them along the cracks in the fence, and pushed them apart. Only a few muffled sounds were heard under the water, and the two raw iron bars were forcefully broken, revealing a hole that could allow people to get through. Kan Leng took the lead and climbed over the stone steps of the pier with his arms propped up like an otter. There are two wooden sheds for patrolling the river beside the pier, and a dozen or so Xia army guards are leaning on the wooden piles and taking a nap. In the early spring morning, people were shivering with cold. The soldiers hunched their necks and put their hands in their sleeves. They didn't expect that the Lord of Hell had already stepped on the water and climbed to the shore. Kan Leng made a gesture, and the wet athlete behind him rushed forward with a short knife. The water-splitting thorns wiped across the watchman's neck cleanly, and he covered his mouth with his big hand and pulled it into the ditch, without even a muffled groan coming out. In just a few blinks, the dozen or so defenders on the dock were all knocked down. "Open the door." Kan Leng wiped the water from his face and ordered in a low voice. He took out a fire stick wrapped in oilcloth from his arms, lit the fuse, raised his hand and fired a blast toward the southern sky. A sharp roar shot straight into the sky, and then a ball of blood-red fireworks exploded in mid-air. Thirty athletes rushed onto the Dingding Gate Tower like wolves and tigers. Before the two gatekeepers who had just pushed the door could see the figures clearly, they were nailed directly to the door panel by two flying spikes. Several big-bodied men swung their machetes, cut the thick rope of the winch with a few clicks, and worked together to push open the heavy pig iron door latch. Accompanied by a heartbreaking sound of iron shafts rubbing together, the two heavy iron-clad doors of Dingding Gate opened wide to both sides with a roar. The iron chain of the suspension bridge was cut off, and the heavy wooden suspension bridge hit the other side of the moat, causing mud to fly. As soon as the suspension bridge landed, the dull thunderous roar of horse hooves could be heard on the horizon at the end of the official road in the southern suburbs. The 80,000 Qin Prince's army had already reached the outside of the city. Yang Hao took the lead, riding a black horse and rushing to the front. The black sword on his waist had not yet been unsheathed, and the murderous aura had enveloped the entire city gate. Qin Shubao on the left was holding a pair of maces, and Qilu Jingqi was like a sharp steel cone piercing the city gate; Cheng Yaojin on the right was carrying a Bagua Xuanhua axe, followed by an infantry phalanx all over the mountains and plains, roaring in through the open gate. "Enter the city! Seize the long street!" Yang Hao pulled out his black sword, the dark light of the sword flashed in the morning light, and ordered in a deep voice: "Push north along Tianjie, and kill anyone who disobeys the order!" As soon as the south gate was broken, the army of the Prince of Qin pushed all the way to Beiping along Tianjie. At the same time, at the Chengtian Gate of the Ziwei City Palace, Xu Xingzhi was holding a stack of arrows, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, staring coldly at the enemy troops attacking the palace outside the city. Du Fuwei stood nearby wearing a green robe, his eyes stern. In the past few days, Wang Shichong's 30,000 men and horses were pushing carts and smashing doors every day. If the palace was not deep and strong, it would have fallen long ago. Unexpectedly, a blood-red firework exploded in the sky in the south, followed by the faint sound of thundering horse hooves. A flash of light flashed in Xu Xingzhi's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "The prince has entered the city." A cold smile appeared at the corner of Du Fuwei's mouth: "Good boy, I arrived on time as expected." His big sleeves With a sudden swing, the sleeves of his robes brought up a strong whistling wind, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Raise the iron gate! Follow me and fight out, completely defeating Wang Shichong's remaining troops!" The thick iron gate of the palace rose with a rumble. Twenty thousand Jianghuai soldiers, who had been gathering momentum for a long time, rushed out of the palace gate like an iron stream under the leadership of Du Fuwei. Du Fuwei's figure was like electricity, his sleeves were flying in mid-air, and he shot out with fierce palm force. The first three Zheng Jun cavalry generals and their horses were shocked and flew backwards, and a large piece of the infantry behind them fell down like dominoes. Wang Shichong's troops and the Xia army outside Guo who besieged the palace did not expect that a large army would suddenly come out from behind. In the front were Du Fuwei's 20,000 elite soldiers, and behind were Yang Hao's large cavalry. When the two came together, the fortifications and bunkers on the long street were instantly smashed to pieces. Wang Shichong's troops were in chaos. They were attacked from the front and back, crowded and trampled on each other. They abandoned their helmets and armor and dispersed into alleys. The entire Tianjie was completely controlled by the Qin Palace's army. ※※※ Waiguo, the golden top of the Great Xia Central Army. The urgent sound of the horn suddenly broke through the silence of dawn. Dou Jiande stood up, quickly put on his thick shirt, grabbed the sword on the case and strode out of the handsome tent. Outside the tent, the war horses neighed, patrols galloped back and forth, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. The vanguard general Liu Heitai strode over with a bloody spear in hand. Although his armor bore traces of fierce fighting, his expression remained calm. He cupped his fists and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, Dingding Gate has been lost. Yang Hao's men and horses sneaked in from the Shuiguan culvert and attacked the city gate from both inside and outside. Now the cavalry of the Prince of Qin's Palace has entered Nanguo and is walking along the sky. The street is advancing towards the Chinese army." Dou Jiande pressed his sword, frowning, and looked sharply at the rising smoke in the south: "There are deep defenses outside the Dingding gate, and there are many iron gates at the water gate. How did they get in?" "Don't panic, my king." A calm and calm voice came from the side. Da Xia Shangshu Zuopu She Pei Ju was wearing a dark blue wide-sleeved official robe and walked slowly out of the inner tent with calm and steady steps. He looked calm and calm, as if he had already grasped the chaos in front of him. Pei Ju glanced at the solemn generals in front of the commander's tent and spoke calmly: "It's not unusual for Yang Hao to send water ghosts to follow the culvert and enter the Nanguo Pier. Now that the south gate has been broken, Du Fuwei has come out of the palace again. The inside and outside have merged. It is unwise to block them head on." Dou Jiande's face darkened, his eyes turned to Pei Ju, and he said in a deep voice: "Since Mr. Pei already knew that there was a gap in the waterway here, he never mentioned it before. Now that the long street is blocked, with Du Fuwei in front and Yang Hao in the back, tens of thousands of our descendants in Hebei are stuck in the mud. How should we deal with it? ?" Facing Dou Jiande's question, Pei Ju looked calm and said calmly: "Luoyang is a place of four battles. It is hard to win and even harder to defend. The king's foundation is in Hebei. As long as Hebei's family fortune is still there and the Yellow River is in hand, Yang Hao can take Luoyang. Yang is just guarding this mess for the king. If he fights with the enemy in the narrow streets and loses the main force of Hebei, the real solution is to retreat? Now that the south gate is lost and the long street is blocked, where can the army retreat? Pei Ju raised his hand and pointed in the northeast direction: "Go up to the east gate. Yang Hao's main force is pressing on Tianjie in the south. The defense on the east gate is empty. If you rush out, there is a flat official road. You can return to Hebei safely after crossing the Yellow River." Liu Heitai pointed out the key point of the battle: "Most of Yang Hao's men are elite cavalry, and the officials If we retreat, our army will suffer." Pei Ju smiled slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Yang Hao claims to be benevolent and righteous, and he wants to win the hearts of the world. The grass and trees in Luoyang City and the hundreds of thousands of people are his biggest constraints." He looked at Dou Jian. De, his tone was calm, but his strategy was extremely cruel: "The king can order all the camps to dump kerosene and hay in the outer squares when retreating, and set fires along the streets. The wind is strong in early spring, and once the fire spreads, it will be a sea of ​​fire. If Yang Hao puts out the fire and calms the people, he will not be able to pursue it with all his strength; if he sacrifices the people, he will not be able to pursue it with all his strength. After chasing, Luoyang turned into scorched earth, and the people suffered heavy casualties. No matter how he weighed it, the fire was enough to ensure that the main force of the king returned to the north bank of the Yellow River safely. " "Set the workshop on fire?" Dou Jiande's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand on the sword hilt tightened slightly. Luoyang City has been in operation for hundreds of years, and there are hundreds of thousands of people in the 108 squares. If this fire is set, it will not only destroy the Eastern Capital, but also damage the reputation of the world. Liu Heitai reminded in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the sound of hoofbeats from the south is approaching. Wang Shichong has been defeated. If there is no blocking strategy, the withdrawal of the entire army may be in serious danger." Dou Jiande made a prompt decision, with a stern look in his eyes. He hesitated again: "Send the order, the rear troops set fire to stop the enemy, each battalion gathered the baggage and equipment, and the whole army retreated in an orderly manner from the upper east gate towards the Yellow River!" "Your Majesty, move quickly." Pei Ju took half a step back, cupped his hands and said: " The lower official led his troops to stop him there, delaying the king for a while to buy time to cross the river." Dou Jiande took a deep look at Pei Ju, solemnly clasped his fists and said: "Master Pei understands the righteousness, and I am alone at the upper east gate. Waiting for you at the ferry of the Yellow River. I will be rewarded when I return to Hebei!" After saying this, Dou Jiande no longer hesitated, and together with Liu Heitai, he cleaned up the troops, protected the Chinese army's baggage, and quickly retreated towards the east gate. Pei Ju watched Daxia's main force go away, his expression still as indifferent as usual, turned around and walked slowly in the direction of Shanglin Garden. ※※※ By Chen time, the middle section of Tianjie in Luoyang City had turned into a sea of ​​fire. A few billowing black smokes shot straight into the sky like giant dragons, covering the clear sky into darkness and gloom. The fire in the Xuanhuafang and Congzhengfang areas of Waiguo was soaring into the sky. The kerosene dumped by the Xia army when they retreated spread along the continuous wooden houses, and the crackling and popping sounds of the beams were endless. The streets and alleys were filled with people fleeing in panic, crying and calling for help one after another. The fire is taking advantage of the wind direction and is approaching towards Hanjiacang in the north. There are millions of stones of grain for the imperial court stored in the Cangcheng. Once it is devoured by fire, the whole of Luoyang will surely be in dire straits of food shortage. Yang Hao reined in the black horse violently, and the horse raised its head and snorted. The black armor on his body was stained with blood, and the black sword of Shengtian in his hand was lowered, with the tip pointing diagonally at the ground. Behind him, Qin Shubao held his mace, Cheng Yaojin carried a big axe, and three thousand fine cavalry lined up at the edge of the fireworks, waiting for military orders. The sound of horse hooves came from far and near, as Du Fuwei and Xu Xingzhi galloped through the thick smoke. "Your Highness!" Xu Xingzhi turned over and dismounted, with a serious look on his face, "Dou Jiande ordered people to set fires in various buildings when he retreated, and the fire was approaching Hanjiacang with the wind! The grain stored in the warehouse is related to the survival of the people in the city and the army. If it is ignited by the fire, the consequences will be disastrous!" Du Fuwei also pressed the iron mace and said in a deep voice: "This fire borrowed the wind. , If it is not suppressed in time, most of the outer country will be burned to the ground within two hours!" Cheng Yaojin slammed the ax on the saddle and said harshly: "Your Highness, give the order! I, Old Cheng, will lead the cavalry to catch up with him and catch Dou Jiande!" Yang Hao looked at the fire and the crowd of people fleeing in front of him, his eyes were extremely cold. He knew very well that Dou Jiande's move hit his vital point directly. If Hanjiacang was burned down and all the people would be lost, even if Dou Jiande was pursued and killed, the strategic gain would be completely outweighed by the loss. "Generals, listen to your orders!" Yang Hao's eyes turned cold and he shouted in a deep voice.

The cold wind in the north that alternates between late winter and early spring blows on the face like a blunt knife cutting flesh. The 80,000-strong army headed west along the official road on the west bank of the Sishui River. Yang Hao left 20,000 horses and tied up his pockets at Hulao Pass. He took these 80,000 fine cavalry and infantry and ran day and night, finally arriving at the eastern suburbs of Luoyang. Looking at it from a few miles away, the tall and thick gray earth city of Luoyang City lay at the end of the plain. The most prosperous metropolis in the world in the past is now deserted, with not even half of the people fleeing the city visible. Only a few small towns outside the city are intermittently sending thin black smoke into the sky, which is particularly dazzling under the gray sky. "The whole army stops! Form a formation!" Xuan Yong galloped back and forth along the long snake formation of the central army. The messenger blew the horn, and the dull sound of the horn spread throughout the fields. The 80,000-strong army came to a halt on the official road three miles away from the upper east gate. The infantry formed a large formation with their long spears and anchors, and the light cavalry spread out to the two wings and cruised. Their movements were extremely agile, and there was no trace of the disorganization of long-distance running. Yang Hao was dressed in black iron battle armor, with the Great Victory Sky Black Sword slung at his waist, and the black horse under his crotch was spraying thick white steam. He put his hand on his forehead and squinted his eyes to look at the city in front of him carefully. The city gate at the upper east gate is actually wide open, and even the suspension bridge on the top of the city is well placed, with no intention of closing the door and defending it. But the originally spacious royal road and large open space in front of the doorway have long been changed beyond recognition. The Xia army occupied the outer city for only one day, and they captured countless civilians. They dug crisscrossing deep ditches outside the city gate. The bottom of the ditches were filled with sharpened hardwood piles, and the tops were covered with filth. Behind the deep ditch, beams, stones and thorny jujube antlers from demolished houses were piled up layer by layer, blocking the entire city gate like a prickly hedgehog with a shrunken head. "Your Highness, I will bring two thousand Qingqi up to investigate." Qin Shubao came to the front and raised the big horse in his hand. The wind and sand on his face had not yet been wiped clean, and his armor was stained with dark brown blood that had dried in the pond. His cheeks were sunken, but his eyes were so bright. Yang Hao nodded and said: "Shu Bao, just feel the real situation. As long as you see something is wrong, withdraw immediately and don't get stuck in and fight hard." "I will save it!" Qin Shubao responded with clasped fists and turned his horse's head. Like an iron stream, two thousand Qilu Qingqi broke away from the formation and rushed straight to the east gate against the mud. The cavalry's exploration was very methodical. They did not go straight into the deep ditch of Juma, but divided into two teams on the left and right. They fired arrows in a half-moon circle a hundred steps away from the city gate, hoping to lure the defenders in the city to show their heads and fight back. However, there was deathly silence on the city tower, except for a yellow Daxia flag whistling in the wind, and not even half a person could be seen behind the battlements. The dozens of light riders in the front bravely approached the doorway along the slope, took off the nooses and scratching hooks on the saddles, trying to catch the first few antlers and drag them out, clearing a charging horse path for the rear troops. Just after these dozens of Qingqi entered the city gate, something unexpected happened! Under the city gate and on both sides of the long street, on the roofs of restaurants, teahouses and watchtowers whose doors and windows had been removed, countless thick wooden panels were suddenly opened. Immediately afterwards, the dull and harsh sound of the machine's springs collapsing suddenly rang out! That was definitely not the movement of ordinary bows and arrows, but the heaviest chariot crossbow and iron-armed crossbow in the Hebei army! Dark crossbows were protruded densely on both sides of the street, and hundreds of thick black-feathered iron arrows were smashed down overwhelmingly. The screams that broke through the air hurt people's ears. The dozens of Qilu Qingqi who were at the forefront were shot over on the spot, including their men and their horses. The sophisticated iron leaf armor could not stop the heavy crossbows at close range. The horses screamed and fell into the mud ditch, and the cavalry on their backs were thrown heavily on the sharp wooden stakes. Before the people at the back could recover, the camouflaged low walls on both sides of the long street, which seemed to have collapsed half of the mud walls, were suddenly pushed down. Hundreds of Xia army infantry wearing double-layered thick armor came out with spears and blocked the narrow street entrance. Two Hebei Qingqi, whose horseshoes were wrapped in thick cloth, jumped out from the side alley. They cut their wings close to the wall, trying to engulf the forwards who had fallen into the deep ditch. "The rear team becomes the front team! Shoot arrows to hold down the roof and retreat!" Qin Shubao was in the formation and his reaction was extremely fast. He shouted loudly and swung his horse horizontally with an unparalleled cold light, forcefully smashing the two Xia Army vanguards who rushed forward with their spears away. He took off a pair of wrought copper maces on the victory hook with his backhand, opened the bow left and right, and knocked out the several heavy crossbow arrows that were shot in the face, causing sparks to fly. With Qin Shubao holding one man and one horse in front of the formation, the frustrated two thousand Qingqi finally regained their composure. These Qilu warriors skillfully bent their bows and fired back on their horses. They covered their comrades and pulled up their injured brothers. They turned their horses and desperately evacuated the place where the heavy crossbows were dead. The Xia army in the city was quite experienced. When they heard the rapid sound of the horn behind them, the crossbowman who was leaning on the roof immediately retracted behind the bunker. There were only broken arrows and dead men and horses left on the street, and they did not come out to pursue them at all. The whole building inside and outside the upper east gate has returned to its lifeless appearance. Seeing that the retreating team had lost nearly two hundred elites, Cheng Yaojin, who was watching the battle from behind, was so angry that he swore angrily and slammed his Bagua Xuanhua ax into the mud, splashing a muddy water on Lao Gao: "Straight mother thieves! These Hebei mud-legged people surnamed Dou, what the hell? When did you learn to be a coward? If you have the guts to fight with Old Cheng for a few rounds on the plain outside the city, what kind of hero is he hiding behind the broken roof and shooting cold arrows? " Yang Hao's knuckles on the black knife turned slightly white, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched. He looked at the Dongdu Gate in front of him, which had been transformed into a hedgehog nest by Xia Jun. The absurdity and frustration in his heart hit his forehead. He couldn't help but uttered a self-deprecating curse word on the spot: "What an international joke! This Luoyang City is obviously the Eastern Capital of my king, and I am the local snake! Why did he blink in the blink of an eye? In the meantime, Dou Jiande became a real defender and beat me as a beggar outside the pass?" Xuan Yong and Cheng Yaojin stood aside and looked at each other. Although they did not fully understand the strange words in His Highness's mouth, they felt like they were being betrayed. Qin Shubao turned over and dismounted, wiped the blood and sweat from his face, and reported in a deep voice: "Your Highness, the Xia army has been prepared for a long time, and the road to defend the city is extremely difficult. The streets have been dug out, and the sides of the narrow alleys are full of hidden stakes and crossbows. If our army rushes in, the cavalry will not be able to move away at all, and the infantry will have to fill each room with lives. The whole street is now a cannibal. "It's a trap." Xuan Yong also rode up to persuade: "Your Highness, Mr. Xu and the manager can still hold on against the high wall of the inner city. If we smash all 80,000 people into the street fighting in the outer wall, there won't be many brothers left!" Although Cheng Yaojin was tough, he looked at the wounded who were carried back and said nothing. Yang Hao took a deep breath of the icy cold air and suppressed the burning anger in his chest. He knew better than anyone else that this was definitely Pei Ju's handiwork. The old fox knew very well that the Qin Prince's army had just defeated Cao Dan at Si River and was in full momentum. Xia's army might not be able to take advantage by setting up a decisive battle in the wild, so he simply switched from offense to defense, dismantling the entire outer city of Luoyang into a huge earth and wood fortress, forcing himself to use his life to gnaw hard bones. This is a barbed iron plate that is clearly displayed in front of you. If anyone tries to bite it, his mouth will be full of teeth. "Pass this order from the king!" Yang Hao waved his hand and said in a very clear voice: "Forward, stop the attack! The whole army retreats five miles to camp!" After the military order, the 80,000-strong army retreated slowly with steady steps, without any chaos in their movements, leaving an empty field outside the Upper East Gate. ※※※ When the sky turned completely dark, the cold wind on the edge of Luoshui became more and more biting. The 80,000-strong army of Prince Qin's Mansion backed Luoshui and set up a solid camp according to the terrain. Xuanyong diverted the water from Luoshui into the deep trench outside the camp, and erected a thick wooden fence watchtower along the camp to prevent it from leaking. No matter what tricks Dou Jiande and Wang Shichong in Luoyang City want to play, they will not be able to get even half a cent in the face of this camp that is backed by the enemy. In the commander's tent, the charcoal fires in the four corners of the copper basins were burning red, dissipating most of the dampness and coldness of the day. There is a large sheepskin map spread out on the desk, which is the topography of Luoyang City and its surrounding mountains and rivers. On the edge of the map, the city where Waiguo fell was carefully circled with cinnabar, which looked particularly dazzling. Yang Hao took off his heavy armor and changed into a light and convenient black outfit. The Great Victory Sky Black Sword at his waist was still close at hand. Generals Xuan Yong, Qin Shubao, and Kan Leng gathered in front of the case. The commander's tent was so quiet that only the occasional crackling of charcoal fire could be heard. "The military situation in the city has just been sent from the inside, and the situation is roughly clear." Xuan Yong reached out and pointed at the core position in the middle of the map, and lowered his voice and said: "Wang Shichong gathered all the 20,000 cavalrymen of Yang Gongqing in Jinyong City and 10,000 infantrymen of Yanshi Zhang Zhenzhou in his hands, and gathered 30,000 horses, working day and night. They took turns to attack the four gates of the Ziwei City Palace. In the inner city, Mr. Xu, General Manager Du, Song Zhi, and Song Shidao led the defenders to defend the imperial city for a while, but the brothers in the city couldn't break out at all. "What's the deal with Xia Jun?" Yang Hao asked with a frown. Qin Shubao looked stern and rapped his knuckles on the long street on the map: "Dou Jiande's 90,000 main troops were all scattered in the various squares in Waiguo. Pei Ju gave Dou Jiande a desperate plan. Not only the upper east gate, but also the main streets of Jianchunmen and Anximen were completely blocked by them. The eight-foot-high mud wall was densely covered with crossbows and short spearmen. Ninety thousand troops were scattered in various quarters, communicating with each other to watch and help each other. If the front army wanted to advance to the palace city, it would have to trample more than 30 well-defended long streets. How many lives would be needed? " There was a heavy silence in the commander's tent. Everyone in the room understood that in order to retake the empty houses in Waiguo, tens of thousands of elites were wasted in the mud of dirty and narrow streets. Even if the battle was won, it would be a complete defeat. What's more, the Xia army has deep roots in Hebei, and large amounts of money and grain are being shipped continuously, which they can afford. The 80,000-strong army of the Prince of Qin's army is under this fortified city. If it is delayed for a long time, the remaining troops at Banzhu Ferry and Li Tang's side in Guanzhong will not be able to survive, and huge variables will arise. "Fighting in street fights is for fools." Yang Hao snorted coldly and tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the table, making a crisp sound. His eyes quickly swept over the sheepskin map, past the dense square grid of squares outside the city, looking southward along the Yishui River in the south of the city, and finally landed on the Longmen and Xiangshan areas ten miles south of Luoyang City. In an instant, a flash of light suddenly exploded in Yang Hao's mind!