Chapter 115: Frozen in the Desolate Valley

Elegant and dashing, blue shirt like spring water, whether it was a dangerous change in the situation or the pressure of all things, Su Ling always had a gentle smile, as if where he was, it was always clear wind and bright moon, and troubles disappeared.

Qie Lan stepped on the stone steps and stopped to ask, "What is the Young Master looking at?"

"Looking at the Buddha statues."

"What's good about Buddha statues?"

"In the eyes of the gods and Buddhas, there are many fools in the world and few wise people. I want to see what wisdom the gods and Buddhas have to save all living beings in the war of this world."

Qie Lan raised her head, facing those broken Buddha statues and fallen golden bodies, "I remember my mother once told me that the final gods in the world are ourselves. It's just that such a truth is not understood by everyone, so the fate of the Nine Tribes Royal family is to be the gods in other people's hearts, to protect them, and also to choose for them."

Su Ling said, "Fate always seems to have a taste of helplessness. Has the Princess ever thought that true protection might be a kind of happiness."

Qie Lan was silent for a moment, then smiled, "Young Master's words can always break through the human heart. Indeed, the peace of the Jiuyi tribe is also the most precious happiness for me."

"The most precious thing, how much can the Princess pay for it?"

"How much can the Young Master pay for the former country and the Royal family?"

Su Ling raised his eyes slightly, his blue clothes reflecting the moon, quiet and clear, his smile like a sigh, "Su Ling's body, life and death are fearless. I hope even more that the future Di Du can also become the happiness recognized in the Princess's heart."

Qie Lan's mind was clear, and she naturally understood Su Ling's implication. The Di Du had been vacant for many years, and there was no heir to the throne. If it was private speculation before, then after this Nine Princess incident, the ministers would definitely put this matter on the agenda.

Among the Nine Tribes of the world, there are thousands of beauties, and no woman is more suitable for the position of Queen than the Nine Tribes Queen in front of her.

Qie Lan turned to meet Su Ling's gentle gaze. The moon was in the sky, her eyes were clear, shining brightly on her heart, as if the light of a sword in the Liwen Hall, piercing through the thousands of thoughts in her heart.

One person's hands are like a painting of the country, and one person's eyes are full of clouds of joy and sorrow.

Iron and blood of smoke, where is the way home? Those eyes that can never be figured out, that tenderness that is always distant, is it her fate's waiting?

Under the bright eyes, the blurred light and shadow were like a faint light settled by a lake wave, floating and sinking, shining on people's brows, "Is this what he wishes in his heart, or the King's decree given by the East Emperor to Jiuyi?"

At that moment, it was as if the moonlight and clear brilliance flashed through Su Ling's eyes. In that clear wave, it stopped slightly and sank into the center of the wave. After a while, he bowed elegantly, smiled faintly, "The monarch and ministers of the Di Du all have this heart, willing to be in good harmony with Jiuyi forever."

Qie Lan shook her head and smiled, and walked forward. Just as she was about to brush past him, she suddenly stopped and asked, "I have long heard that the Young Master's sword art is famous in the world, but I have never had the chance to see it. Would the Young Master be willing to use a set of sword art to exchange for an answer from me?"

Under the night, the woman's long hair flew, and her white clothes and light robes drew distinct traces in the slight wind, like an ice stream reflecting the sun in the deep winter cold snow.

Su Ling suddenly remembered the crystal-clear and cold gaze of the white-clad girl when they first met a few years ago.

He sighed vaguely and smiled, "If the Princess is interested, Su Ling dares not follow."

While speaking, he shook his sleeves with the wind, and a touch of starlight bloomed in his palm.

Cold autumn water, reflecting the moonlight and sky. Qie Lan raised her eyebrows and praised, "Good sword!"

Su Ling said, "The sword is named Feng Xun, please give me your advice, Princess."

Qie Lan said "Offended", her body tilted, the sword chased the moonlight, and the snow light danced like a phoenix. Su Ling moved with her, the essence in his sleeves flashed like electricity, turning into wind-colored light marks.

The sword had no murderous intent, but every move was exquisite.

One turn and one fold, as if flying to the nine heavens to break the moon, one retreat and one advance, the sword pulled the star brilliance to win the jade light.

Two figures reflected the bright moon, white clothes fluttering and dancing, blue shirts fast and dashing, sword whistling, light galloping, as if electricity turned and stars flew, the floating sword was continuous, attacking to the ninety-ninth move, Su Ling's Feng Xun sword also defended for ninety-nine moves.

Not a single move was an attack, and not a single move was missed.

Qie Lan controlled the sword and spun, suddenly urging True Essence, the long sword let out a clear sound, breaking the moonlight, breaking the night brilliance, and shooting toward that wisp of wind-colored brilliance.

Su Ling's brows moved slightly, and his footwork retreated lightly.

Two people, two swords, collided in the air, light shooting everywhere!

The flying battle robe, like snow falling, "Clang" sounded lightly, and Qie Lan landed gracefully.

The Feng Xun sword had long since disappeared, and Su Ling stood under the moon with a smile.

The moon is like water, the clothes are like water, the sword is like water, the person is like water, as if he had never made a move, ninety-nine swords, every sword defending against the enemy first.

Qie Lan said, "Only defense and no attack, are you unwilling to use your full strength?"

Su Ling said, "The best attack is defense."

Qie Lan sighed slightly, "The sword of Feng Xun is well-deserved. I am thinking, if I try my best, can I force you to attack?"

Su Ling smiled, "If that's really the case, in order to get the Princess's answer, Su Ling can barely try."

Qie Lan looked at him for a moment, raised her hand and shook, and the Fuxuan sword was collected into the sheath. Autumn water and bright eyes, a piece of floating light and shadow, "Qie Lan is willing to follow the Young Master's words, but not now. Please tell the East Emperor that when he truly needs a Queen, a wife, Qie Lan can pay everything for the Royal family."

After speaking, she turned around, her white robe heroic, fluttering and flying, disappearing into the depths of the moonlit night with Su Ling's silent and emotional gaze.

Watching Qie Lan's departing figure, such an answer was unexpected, but it was reasonable. Su Ling couldn't help but sigh softly. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a whistle from the main hall, and knew it was the Lord summoning the shadow slaves. He was shocked and immediately moved his figure to rush to the main hall.

Zi Hao and the Witch Doctor fought with flute sound and used Mysterious Penetration Witchcraft. Others could not notice even if they were close at hand. Only when the clear whistle sounded did they know something happened here. At this time, the hall was in ruins. Except for the shadow slaves who arrived first, the East Emperor had already left. Immediately after, two figures rushed to, it was Mo Heng and Shang Rong.

The two came to the front and looked at the Witch Doctor who was restrained and seriously injured on the ground. Shang Rong said in a low voice, "The Lord ordered the mobilization of all the manpower of the Mingyi Tower to find the Nine Princess at all costs. What happened?"

Su Ling looked surprised, "Where is the Lord?"

Shang Rong frowned, "Left the temple alone."

Dafei Chuan.

Five hundred miles of dangerous peaks and ravines, horizontally crossing the mountain range from east to west, three deep valleys crisscrossing, birds and beasts looking away.

Thousand-foot flying currents, hundred-mile desolate valleys, the danger of Dafei Chuan, no army has ever been able to cross this natural moat to threaten the Chu capital. But at this time, there were two specially designed floating bridges above the deep valley. The arch-enemy of the Lie Feng Cavalry, the elite of the Xuan King's Red Flame Army, appeared like heavenly soldiers, and the Xuanwu battle flag that swept the north appeared on the border of Chu.

"Reporting to the King's Envoy, the third floating bridge will take at least three days to complete..." Facing the waterfall, the flying beads splashed, and the water vapor soaked the clothes. The general kneeling on the ground hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by a cold laugh, "Three days? What's the use of building ten floating bridges in Dafei Chuan after three days?" While speaking, a golden whip was drawn across his face, and the leading general was instantly bruised and bleeding, with another bloodstain on his face.

A young man in a yellow shirt standing three steps away turned his head and frowned, "Why does the King's Envoy make things difficult for them? Even if you kill them now, the Red Flame Army can't cross this canyon."

Ru Guang Envoy took the golden whip, "Delaying the advance of my army, killing them is not too much. Young Master Xuanli, you should think about how to explain it yourself."

The person named Xuanli turned his head back again and said lightly, "My business is not for the King's Envoy to worry about."

Ru Guang Envoy snorted coldly. Suddenly, a burst of floral fragrance and a piece of brocade light interrupted the conversation between the two. Huayue Envoy appeared on the flat cliff shaking a folding fan, "Yo! Ru Guang, you have a bad temper today. What's the matter, do you need my help?"

Ru Guang Envoy raised his eyes and swept over, "The matter is in front of you, can't you see it yourself?"

Huayue Envoy glanced at the opposite side, "Tsk, Young Master Xuanli is known as the number one mechanism master in the north. Before the expedition, he made a military order to the Highness to ensure that the Red Flame Army crossed Dafei Chuan within ten days. Now it seems it's hanging."

Xuanli looked at the waterfall rushing down in front of him and said, "This is not a problem with my mechanism design. The heavy rain two days ago caused the mountain torrents in the three valleys of Dafei Chuan to rise sharply, making the construction of the project half the effort. This is heaven's calculation, not something that can be reversed by manpower."

Huayue Envoy laughed, "This is not something I can manage. I'm just here to pass the order. Sir, go and explain to the Highness yourself." Saying this, he closed his folding fan and stepped back, "The King's carriage is in front, Sir and the two generals, please!"

A gorgeously decorated golden carriage, attendants in gorgeous clothes, heavy curtains, and dazzling colors, the fiery red clothes are the beauty of enchanting and captivating people.

Xuan King Ji Cang, the Lord of the North, ten thousand elite soldiers of Dafei Chuan bowed to see the carriage, the army was neat, Ru Guang, Huayue, and the middle army generals knelt on the left and right. Only Xuanli did not bow, standing alone on the side.

Ru Guang reported the military situation in detail. From beginning to end, the two generals responsible for the project lay on the ground, not daring to raise their heads. With a gust of wind, a low and charming voice came from the carriage, "Delaying the advance of my army, what is your crime?"

The two generals said tremblingly, "Under the military order, the crime deserves death!"

"Humph!" Behind the curtain, it seemed that a gaze swept through the golden shadow of the jade, "Since you know you deserve to die, you are still an eyesore here!"

Suddenly, a palm force hit his face, and a red light flashed. Before everyone could react, the two generals had flown horizontally, bleeding from their seven orifices, and died on the ground.

The murderous aura was instantly strong, like a roaring beast, making Ru Guang and Huayue, who were close at hand, shudder. Xuanli raised his head and glanced at the two corpses, saying, "If the Highness wants to pass through Dafei Chuan as soon as possible, please leave a few people for use."

The golden curtain shone, Ji Cang's narrow eyes raised, and he said coldly, "My Red Flame Army never keeps useless people. What do you have to say now?"

Xuanli said, "I will always be useful to the Highness, so even if I deserve to die, it is not now."

Brilliant light fluttered in front of his eyes, and Ji Cang was already standing in front of him. As their eyes met, he smiled softly, "The number one mechanism master in the north, the number one handsome man in Xuan State. If I really want to kill you, I will feel heartache. You are fearless."

Under the water mist and sunlight, Xuanli's pair of eyes were like clear stream glaze, coldly emitting a faint light like flowing ink. The pattern of the golden clothes wandering in the wind made the narrow eyes have an enchanting and compelling light, "Chu has Huang Fei, no one in the world is called beautiful. The Highness has achieved his wish this time. Xuanli is just a cheap slave. If you want to give death, why bother to do it yourself."

"Oh?" In front of everyone, Ji Cang raised his hand and pinched his chin, staring at the ink spring where the light changed. The pattern of the golden clothes wandering in the wind made the narrow eyes have an enchanting and compelling light, "You say this, it makes people feel that the suspension bridge stopped working in your hands, it is to deliberately hinder me from taking the Chu capital."

Xuanli smiled, "The Highness misunderstood. I have dispatched manpower to try to block the water flow of the upper waterfall and restore the construction of the floating bridge, but no matter what, it will take some time. So I want to ask the Highness to order the Qi Cheng garrison to launch an attack before sunset today, forcing Huang Fei to dispatch troops to reinforce Fang Feibai, delaying his time to take action against the Di Du."

Ji Cang's voice suddenly turned cold, "Humph! Do you believe that Huang Fei will hand over the Qi Cheng to you, and will not miss the great opportunity to destroy the Di Du, making himself face the enemy from both sides!"

Huayue Envoy suggested, "Highness, let Chu and the Di Du fight to the death, wouldn't it be better for us to sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labor?"

Ji Cang's eyes flashed, "Do you think the layout I exchanged for eight hundred miles of Houfeng old land and endured until now is dispensable? Huang Fei and I have fought for many years, and the victory or defeat is always difficult to distinguish. Only tomorrow's funeral is the great opportunity to defeat the Lie Feng Cavalry in one fell swoop and make him have no chance to turn over. You actually stayed here and couldn't move forward!"

In this rage, everyone was silent and dared not speak again. Xuanli frowned slightly, looked at the canyon that made the army unable to move, and suddenly his eyes condensed, showing an unbelievable look of surprise.

At the end of his line of sight, a flat boat appeared faintly, against the wind and against the water, coming straight through the turbulent and surging rapids.

A burst of faint zither sound, a wisp of flying white like snow.

Someone on the boat plucked the five strings lightly, as if high mountains flowing snow, cold peaks splashing ice. Clearly it was already summer, but the entire mountain valley gave birth to a chill that pierced the world.

Strange light appeared in the sky. With that cold zither sound, snow fell in the empty mountains of Dafei Chuan. The huge waterfall that was more than ten feet wide and constantly impacting the canyon slowed down, and heavy ice appeared miraculously on the wide mountain cliff.

The small boat went against the current, and the meaning of ice and snow became stronger.

"What a Nine Profound Absolute Sound!" Beside Ji Cang, red light flashed suddenly, his eyes contracted, and he raised his hand to beat the rhythm, "Walking on the dew river, wind and snow in the long sky, high mountains standing alone, thousands of miles of clouds collapsing, the peak of the east and the river flowing west, the world is vast and singing in the roar..."

Long whistles, clear flying strings, lonely boat and strange sounds, high cliff and wild singing.

Thousands of troops and horses held their breath, watching the flying snow in the clouds, the entire waterfall on the cliff gradually frozen into a crystal-clear ice curtain, the water in the mountain valley stopped, the rocks were rugged, turning into a piece of ice glacier wonder.

The curtain hanging from the sky, the posture of ice blades, reflected thousands of sharp edges in Ji Cang's narrow eyes. The long whistle stopped, the gorgeous clothes fluttered in the wind, and he flashed his body, his palms like flames, and the fierce True Qi actually hit the light boat directly!

The zither sound in the valley flew, and a figure on the light boat leaped into the air.

Clothes flying, zither turning, snow splashing, palms crossing!

The ultimate move of contending with heaven, the move of no ethics, a shocking force rushed out from the center of the two, exploding in all directions!

The entire mountain valley shook violently. Ji Cang retreated with one blow, laughing wildly. Red sleeves spun in mid-air, and several palm forces were issued. With a series of thunder-like loud noises, the stones moved and the mountains shifted, the glaciers collapsed, and a crack one foot wide appeared from the valley mouth to the peak, and the falling broken ice filled the canyon.

The wind and clouds cleared, the sky opened, a natural ice bridge stood above the abyss, cold and sharp, blinding like a blind man. The raging current and the desolate valley all turned into a world of ice and snow. The soldiers of the Red Flame Army in front were all shocked and stunned.

Red clouds and golden patterns fluttered like clouds falling, Ji Cang stepped on the peak, his narrow eyes turned his head, "Lord of the Mingyi Tower."

A person also appeared on the mountain cliff opposite, plain clothes and thin sleeves, standing in the wind, his posture cold, dashing and dusty.

A green jade mask covered most of the person's face, only hearing his voice like flowing ice and splashing jade, colder than the zither sound, "The Mingyi Tower is here, congratulations to the Xuan King for taking the Chu capital."

Ji Cang turned around suddenly, looking directly at the opposite side, "The grace of suppressing the rebellion in the past, I have not yet thanked you. Today, you helped me advance into the Chu capital. Since the Tower Master is here, why not stop and talk?"

In the breeze, the person raised his sleeves and coughed lightly, saying lightly, "Mysterious power ice seal, holding only one hour. Xuan King, it is better to take military secrets as the priority. As for you and me, after the Xuan King takes the Chu capital, we will naturally meet." After saying this, he smiled, his green shirt drifted away, and disappeared under the ice and snow.