go away!Don't attack me!

The one who entered was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in white clothes holding a small milk dog in his arms.

The skin is transparent and flawless, the eyebrows are exquisite and picturesque, a pair of dark eyes, clean as if they do not belong to this world, and the hands holding the little milk dog are slender and tender, as clear as jade.

Apparently, he was a child who was raised and cared for in a greenhouse since he was a child. He has never seen the wind and rain in the world, nor the filth in the world.

Innocence and cleanness make people envy, envy and hate.

Such a child is always easy to arouse various emotions or desires in people's hearts, some are good and some are bad.

Some want to protect and some want to destroy.

Why can you be carefree in a world where everyone is so tired and dirty?Can you be spotless?

Seeing the smile on the young man's face, even Emperor Qian felt envious, but he soon came to his senses and scolded, "Where did you go? Do you know how long we have been looking for you?"

There is also doubt and reprimand in the eyes: If you don't hide well, why do you run out?

Yun Qi didn't care about Emperor Qian's scolding, and said with a smile: "I'm tired from walking, I came to Master Ci'an for a cup of tea, and fell asleep accidentally.

"When I woke up, Master Ci'an was not there. I went to look for you, but I didn't know the way. I turned around for a while and didn't get out. I had to come back to see if the master was back, so that I could be taken out."

He walked up to Emperor Qian, shook his hand, and said, "Father, it's snowing outside again, and it's very cold. Let's go home, I want to drink the fresh fish soup cooked by Mammy."

Looking at this young man who brought him to Chang'an because he hated him, and didn't approve of visiting relatives and allowing him to go back to the mountains for the New Year, but ignored him, he suddenly had a pure and innocent face, Qiandi Ruo couldn't react, Then he is no longer the Emperor Qian.

But the feeling of being called daddy by this kid sweetly, shaking his hands and acting like a baby, hehehe...it's not bad!

He scolded him with a straight face: "I told you to use your temper and insist on leaving alone. You deserve the cold! You know you're causing trouble all day long... Hurry up and make amends to the masters!"

Yun Qi said "Oh", and apologized obediently, but saw that Ci'an smiled and said "it's okay", but his eyes fell on the lapel of his clothes, thoughtful.

Yun Qi grinned and freed up a hand to pat on the lapel of his clothes, Zhang Cheng hurriedly stepped forward to help, Emperor Qian frowned and said, "Where did you go, you're covered in mud!"

Yun Qi gave Emperor Qian a thumbs up in his heart, as expected of an emperor, he reacted faster than anyone else.

When he went up and down the tunnel, it was inevitable that he got some dirt on his body. Although he had been beaten, it was impossible not to leave any traces.

This place is too close to the tunnel, and his appearance is too sudden, coupled with the stains on his body, it will inevitably arouse other people's associations, but he can't explain it on his own, isn't it self-inflicted?

The only way to show innocence is to slap generously.

Therefore, His Majesty's words were well received.

Yun Qi muttered: "I'm not lost, I thought that although Fatty is small, he is still a dog anyway, so let him take me to find you... But he is not obedient at all, I managed to catch him again Come back... Dad, let's go back, it's not fun here at all."

Emperor Qian looked helpless with his precious son: "Hui Hui! Hui Hui!"

After apologizing and adding some sesame oil, the group left the meditation room and walked out. Ci'an led the way, and several monks followed and saw them off.

Sure enough, it was snowing outside again, not too dense, pieces like goose feathers, falling slowly, adding another layer of artistic conception to the already picturesque snow scene.

Yun Qi hugged the little milk dog and walked beside Qiandi, looking around curiously, but actually his heart was tense.

At this point, the initiative is no longer in their hands, at least not for the time being.

When I came here, I thought that there were some fake monks hiding in the temple, using the name of Buddhism to amass money, kidnap young girls, and defile Buddhism.

The most serious situation imaginable is that the Mingjing Temple is rotten from head to toe, and most of the monks in the temple are prostitute monks.

I thought this place was the closest and the biggest, and it would be better to use it as a "chicken" to kill chickens and monkeys, but when they came aggressively, I realized that the chicken they wanted to kill was a bit big.

The so-called mirror "temple" was not simple from the time it was built. Although it was under the guise of Buddhism, it was not a temple from the beginning.

In just one corner they saw, there were tunnels almost dug through the mountainside, a large number of weapons and armor, and strong bows and crossbows.

The women imprisoned in the tunnel are obviously not for enjoyment, but for venting.

The difference between an obscene monk who is obsessed with beauty and money, and occasionally practicing fists, and a dead man who trains hard every day, and occasionally uses women to vent his desires, the difference between the two cannot be measured.

What's more, Qin Yi once said the word "too much". Although Yun Qi didn't want to understand the reason behind it, he understood Qin Yi's words.

Counting the old and the young, there are only more than 600 monks in the temple, and [-] people are arrested to vent their desires—too many.

Therefore, in the Mingjing Temple, which claims to have only more than 600 monks, the real number of monks may be several times that.

The Mingjing Temple covers an area of ​​several miles, and there are many houses in it, and the residence of the monks is not open to tourists. Who knows whether there is one person or four people sleeping in that meditation room?

Even if the imperial court's spies sneaked into it, they would only nervously search for evidence. Who would have the time to count heads one by one?

So what they have to face is not hundreds of obscene monks whose bodies have been hollowed out by wine and sex, but thousands of dead soldiers who are not afraid of death!

Yun Qi couldn't help but glance at Emperor Qian.

His Majesty the Emperor is really good at picking places!

I thought it was a tiger entering a herd of sheep, but it turned out to be a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

Are you happy?

Qiandi was inexplicably stared at by him, rubbed his nose, gave a dry cough, and was about to reprimand him a few more words in the air of "father", and asked him to hand over that annoying fat dog to someone else to hold him, so as to warm his hands , but saw a young monk walking quickly, whispering a few words in the ear of Ci'an who was leading the way.

Ci'an nodded without changing his expression, slowly turned sideways, with a smile on his face, and said: "Several benefactors, go out along this road and go to the back garden. There will be a little novice to lead the way... I still have something to do If you are here, I will send you off soon. Please."

Slightly bowed, with one hand leading, out of the way.

Emperor Qian nodded: "Master, please go ahead."

Ci'an clasped his palms together, and sent him off with a smile, watching Qiandi slowly walk past him, his wrist sank, and a bright sharp blade protruded from his wrist, piercing towards Qiandi's waist like a poisonous snake silently.

"when!"

Suddenly, the ear-piercing sound of metal and iron clashing full of killing intent broke the peaceful and quiet atmosphere in the monastery, and everyone's nerves tensed up instantly.

Then snap.

If such an assassination could kill Emperor Qian, he would have died countless times already.

The guard who blocked Ci'an's sharp blade with the scabbard in his hand pushed hard, and at the same time the long knife came out of the sheath, drawing a bright arc, and swept towards Ci'an who was pushed half a step away by him.

Ci'an suddenly leaned back, the long knife slashed along the tip of his nose, and the wide cassock was lifted up, curling up towards the long knife.

The guard's wrist shook repeatedly, and the cassock was shattered into pieces, but Ci'an also retreated completely.

Ci'an was the first to attack, but he was not the only one. The battle between several fake monks and eight guards started in an instant and ended in an instant.

The two sides broke apart as soon as they touched each other, leaving a corpse in a monk's robe and half an arm on the ground.

The clean ground was dyed a large dark color, and the snowflakes fell on it, dyed with bright colors, and melted into blood in an instant.

It was peaceful just now, but life and death were separated in an instant.

The eight guards were unscathed, but solemn expressions flashed across their faces.

It was not only them who were in doubt, but also Ci'an and others.

For both parties, the strength of the other party was far beyond expectations.

One thought that his opponents were just a few family guards, but he didn't want all of them to be first-class masters.

One thought that the opponents were just a group of monks with a little knack, but he didn't think that all of them were desperadoes with extraordinary skills.

In the next moment, footsteps sounded, and countless "monks" in thin monk's clothes, holding Jiedao, surrounded him from all corners.

Immediately afterwards, two figures flew over and landed on Qiandi and Yunqi's sides respectively.

Qin Yi and Qing Er.

Qin Yi looked at Emperor Qian, and said in a deep voice, "Is this a temple? It's a military camp!"

Qing Er looked at Yun Qi, with a face full of shame, and said in a low voice: "As soon as you leave, they will send people down to check, the younger one is a little slow to move, and they accidentally sent a signal."

Yun Qi was a little helpless, if he didn't show up, the people in the temple would do it in order to kill people.

When he appeared, these people saw the flaw and wanted to do it.

As the number of opponents increased sharply, the formation of the group changed rapidly. The eight guards surrounded Emperor Qian, Yun Qi, Qin Yi, Zhang Cheng and others. Yunqi protects the center.

Qin Yi said in a low voice: "The signal has been sent out, but it will take a stick of incense time to arrive."

No one thought beforehand that such a situation would happen.

There is such a place in the suburbs only twenty miles away from the capital.

The team that was originally prepared to move faster when searching the temple turned out to be a reinforcement at this moment.

Emperor Qian smiled, Qin Yi's "military camp" has already explained all the situation, and there is no other way but to do it at this moment.

Emperor Qian looked at Yun Qi who was standing beside him, and wanted to reach out to touch his head, but was dodged, so he smiled and said, "Little guy, have you seen blood?"

Yun Qi glanced at the corpse on the ground, and then at Emperor Qian: What do you think?

Emperor Qian laughed and said, "Remember to stay by my side for a while and don't run around."

Then his expression faded, and he said, "Kill it."

He never thought of revealing the identity of the emperor, and then the dragon's body shook, and the whole world worshiped him.

The presence of such a place near the capital already means that these people have opposite identities to him... The current situation is endless for both parties.

Showing their identities will only drive them crazy, but if they don't show their identities, they can count on reinforcements.

Ci'an took off the broken cassock, threw it casually, and said calmly, "Leave that little thing to me, and the others...kill them."

So start killing.

For different reasons, no one wanted to disturb the pilgrims who were worshiping Buddha in the front yard several miles away, so there were no loud killing sounds, only swords and swords, bloody rain, and screams and groans.

Yun Qi looked down at the little milk dog in his arms, thinking of the three words "little thing", is he talking about this little guy?

There were a lot of monks, but they didn't rush forward. Instead, they advanced and retreated with certainty. Three or five people besieged a place, cooperating with each other seamlessly. The guards around Emperor Qiandi were naturally one in a million players. No one was injured for the time being, but they were definitely not able to do their job well. In the face of an endless stream of enemies, we can only persevere.

Qin Yi and Zhang Cheng's martial arts were higher than those of the guards, but they both spared no effort to prevent the enemy from killing Emperor Qian and Yun Qi. After all, their purpose was not to kill all the enemies, but to stick to the time of a stick of incense.

Emperor Qian looked at those shaking bald heads, and sighed: "Sure enough, he is well-trained, and I don't know whose handwriting... Such talents are rare in my hands!"

Well trained.

Yun Qi quietly looked at the fierce-looking "monks" who were waving Jie Dao and guns with murderous aura.

Think of the girl curled up in the cave, think of the screams echoing in the tunnel, think of that corner like purgatory on earth...

I also remembered the smiling faces of the little monks.

His eyes gradually turned red again.

You want to kill and set fire, want to plunder, want to rebel and seek rebellion...you do it, the laws of the country are unacceptable, and the laws of heaven are clear!

But you guys, why do you have to shave your head, wear ring scars, and wear cassocks, doing things that are worse than beasts!

Yun Qi's hands were itchy, and he suddenly wanted to chop wood.

Putting a hand on his shoulder, Emperor Qian sighed softly, and said, "If you don't feel comfortable, don't look at it."

It was inevitable that he felt a little guilty: he was duty-bound to do this kind of thing near the capital, and it was his own fault, but for this child who was forcibly pulled by him, it was an unwarranted disaster.

This child lived in the deep mountains and grew up under the care of monks. Such a scene was too bloody for him.

With a slight force, he wanted to press his head into his arms, to provide the child with a place to hide.

However, the young man pushed his hand away, looked at the battle situation beside him, gently tugged on the webbing of his chest with jade-soft fingers, and the snow-white cloak on his body fell to the ground without a sound.

"Cloud rising?"

Yun Qi put the little chubby Dun'er in his arms into Emperor Qian's arms: "Hold me for a while."

Then walked out.

If we don't make a move now, do we have to wait until everyone has died and injured to protect them, and then jump out like a god-look, I actually know martial arts, I am actually a master, and then save His Majesty the Emperor from the sea of ​​suffering?

Yun Qi couldn't do such a thing.

Under Qiandi's dull eyes, the seemingly carefree and harmless young man just walked out of the protection circle, his footsteps were the same as when he was walking in the garden with the little milk dog just now.

Passing by the battle group around him, the young man stretched out his hand, and his white fingers lightly pushed on a long knife that was slashing towards Zhang Cheng. A hand of the master.

The owner of the long knife was shocked, and swung the knife back at Yunqi, but he didn't want Yunqi to reach his side in a single step, because the distance suddenly shortened, the blade that slashed at Yunqi changed from the edge of the knife to the wrist holding the knife .

The master of the long knife reacted quickly, retreating immediately and withdrawing his hand.

However, his wrist went numb, the long knife changed hands, and then his neck became cold, and there was only blood spurting out of the sky in front of his eyes.

With a "poof", the body fell to the ground.

It's a long story, but Yun Qi only took two steps, one step to cut off his wrist, and one step to kill someone.

Yun Qi didn't dodge the blood sprayed on his face, and let it stain his white clothes red.

He has a slight cleanliness, but obviously now is not the time to be hypocritical.

Yun Qi held the knife and walked slowly.

It's not that he pretended to be cool on purpose, there were too many people and he couldn't walk fast.

When the knife rises, the person falls.

Emperor Qian looked at the young man in white clothes gradually soaked in blood, and suddenly remembered a poem sung by a girl surnamed Gu: Killing a person in ten steps, never staying behind for a thousand miles.

Ten steps are too many, one step is enough.

When I saw this little guy for the first time, he was a clean, beautiful, spoiled little crying bag. He cried endlessly, and even that person was bewildered by his crying.

The next day, he waited for several hours without seeing anyone, and found that the kid was just a tired, playful, clever naughty ghost!

Finally got him here on the third day, and at first sight, he turned out to be a bad-tempered kid.

But I didn't see you for half an hour, and when I saw you again, it seemed like a cute, innocent and harmless young master.

Then, he suddenly turned into a little killing god who can lift weights lightly and kill people with tricks. His bloody clothes reflect the white snow, which is breathtaking.

How long does it take for one person to leave a mark on another person's heart?

Some people will never forget it at a glance.

Someone stays with you all your life, and only leaves a vague shadow.

Emperor Qian sighed silently. Anyway, he probably won't forget this little monster in his life.

The enemy in front of him was suddenly dead and one disabled, Zhang Cheng's pressure suddenly decreased, and he quickly eliminated the remaining two people in a rage, retreated to Qiandi's side, and looked at Yun Qi dumbfounded: "Master, Mr. Yun, he, what did he do?" ..."

This little guy, how dare he kill someone?How could he kill someone?

Why is he so good at killing people?

Emperor Qian raised his eyebrows: Yes, why is he so good at killing people?This child doesn't look like he was taught by a monk, but he really looks like that person.

Yun Qi, who is killing people, doesn't think he can kill people. He has never learned how to kill people in this life or in his last life.

He only knows how to beat people with a stick, and chop wood with an axe.

Under his eyes, which are used to competing with God, which can make him chop wood like tearing paper, the so-called moves of these fake monks are full of fatal flaws everywhere.

All he had to do was wave his hand.

In his opinion, this matter is much simpler than chopping firewood.

After all, human blood vessels and muscles are far less hard than wood, and human martial arts moves are even less compact than the lines on tree stumps.

"Yunqi! Qin Yi!" Qiandi's deep voice came: "Xiangnan!"

The original goal was to keep the time for a stick of incense. This is not an impossible goal, but in the end, maybe only he, Qin Yi and Yun Qi will survive.

Now that there are variables, the original plan can be changed.

Qin Yi was just to the south of the team. He immediately grasped Qiandi's intentions, no longer reserved his strength, and killed three people in a row without looking behind him, and started to charge forward.

In the battle formation, as Fengrui, just go forward and forward, as for whether there are enemies behind you, whether your comrades can keep up, don't worry, don't worry.

After splitting the two of them again, Qin Yi suddenly found that there was an extra person beside him, and a familiar and childish voice came: "I'll come."

I come?

Qin Yi was stunned, he didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, and then he heard Qiandi's voice: "Qin Yi! Follow up!"

keep up?

Only then did Qin Yi suddenly realize that the boy's figure had passed him a few feet, and there were two new corpses lying on the ground, and two "monks" were about to insert into their lineup from both sides. The person flew and quickly caught up with the figure in front of him.

It's not that Yun Qi wants to steal someone's limelight, it's just chopping firewood, who is better at it than him?

Looking at Qin Yi as an ax blade, he turned a blind eye to the natural lines and only knew how to slash with brute force, which was very uncomfortable.

So let me do it!

Emperor Qian's pupils shrunk while holding Yun Qi's precious puppy in his arms: So this young man not only has amazing martial arts skills, but also knows the art of war!

No matter what kind of formation is ahead, he can always find the weakest place to penetrate and advance. The detail is even higher than that of Qin Yi, who is proficient in battle formation!

Blood splattered, broken limbs flew, and corpses were everywhere.

Although the team was slow, it broke through to the south firmly.

The fake monks surrounding them changed from a dozen to dozens to hundreds of people, but the small battle formation led by Yun Qi forced their way out.

Yun Qi killing people is like chopping firewood, but people are not firewood, they won't stand still and wait for you to chop.

So tired a little fast.

His legs were getting heavy, his arms were so sore that he didn't want to lift them up, his hands were so weak that he couldn't hold the knife, and his breathing was so short of breath that it was as if two large bellows were installed in his lungs.

Others are not much stronger than him, but the enemies are still endless.

Fortunately, the way out lies ahead.

Yun Qi drew out his sword and killed people, Qin Yi jumped out, and punched the closed wooden door with the force of wind and thunder with his fist.

With a loud bang, the wooden door opened.

Qin Yi and two guards rushed out of the door first, Emperor Qian pulled up Yunqi, who was a little tired: "Go!"

Going out of the door, less than seventy feet to the southeast is the mountain forest. Those people can't do anything to them in the temple, and when they enter the mountain forest, they can't do anything to them.

There were also people blocking the way outside the door, Yun Qi wasted too much, and the person who opened the way was replaced by Qin Yi.

Qin Yi, who is going all out, kills people no slower than Yun Qi, his every gesture weighs as much as a thousand catties, with a touch, he will either die or be injured!

After going out, the number of enemies he had to face was reduced by half, Yun Qi was protected intentionally or unintentionally in the middle, and none of the enemies were let go.

He simply dropped the knife in his hand, thinking that there was no need to fight anyway, and when he wanted to take the little fat pier over, he suddenly felt a sudden chill behind his back, as if his heart had been tightly clenched.

Yun Qi's expression changed suddenly, he turned sideways suddenly, and just moved half an inch, an irresistible force slammed into his shoulder at a speed hard to distinguish with the naked eye, pierced through his shoulder, and rubbed his flesh and blood, Poisonous snakes usually pass through his body.

Yun Qi didn't even think about it, he grabbed the "poisonous snake" that had just pierced through his body like lightning, and held onto it tightly...

At this moment, Emperor Qian's mind went blank.

He has experienced too much in his life.

Countless people have died before his eyes, and many have died for him.

The one who blocked the knife for him, the one who tested the poison for him... He was grateful and moved.

But he has never felt such a shock like this moment.

Not long ago, the young man who sweetly called him "Father" and shook his arm coquettishly, was right in front of him, pierced by an iron arrow as thick as a child's arm, and blood gushed out from the holed shoulder.

The boy's reaction was to grab the iron arrow that pierced his body and shot at his chest with his backhand.

The huge iron arrow, which has always been used only on the battlefield, slid with enormous power in the young man's slender jade hand, and blood gushed out from the young man's fingers.

Emperor Qian could imagine the pain of the flesh and blood being taken away and the bones being rubbed, but that hand never let go.

The young man covered in blood, holding an arrow in his hand, was driven by a huge momentum, and slammed into his arms fiercely.

The warm, soft, little boy bumped into his arms.

Panting heavily, bleeding.

Breath hit his face, blood dripped on his chest.

Time seems to be still, seemingly long, but in fact, it is only in a blink of an eye. Emperor Qian just stretched out his hands and hugged the young man lying on his chest. Before his hands touched the young man's shoulder, Qin Yi's loud voice came: "Seat! It's not easy to aim the crossbow, move! Enter the forest!"

That shot, apparently already prepared, was waiting for them here, but it was not easy to shoot the second shot.

Yun Qi backed away from Emperor Qian, hissed: "Don't enter the forest! Go west!"

Before anyone started to hesitate, Emperor Qian's voice followed closely: "Xiangxi!"

Qin Yi took the lead in rushing to the west, Qing Erhong stared, half dragging and half hugging the crumbling Yun Qi, Yun Qi turned to look for his dog: "Fatty..."

When he was hit by an arrow, he saw Emperor Qian throw it away.

This nasty emperor!

He catches arrows for him, but he throws his fat pier!

Emperor Qian hurriedly bent down to pick up the hair ball on the ground: "Here, here it is!"

There was a sound of piercing the sky, and scattered arrows rained from the forest. Fortunately, they were far away, which greatly reduced the power of the feathered arrows, and only one guard was slightly injured.

But the black cavalry rushing out of the forest immediately made the people who had just escaped from Ascension feel hopeless.

Most of them are exhausted and scarred. It is not easy to get rid of the fake monks behind them. How can they race against these four-legged cavalry?

Emperor Qian said in a deep voice: "Back! Compress the formation."

The formation was compressed and they retreated sharply. Ten feet behind them was the ten-foot-high wall of Mingjing Temple. As long as their backs were against the high wall, the cavalry's advantage would disappear.

It's only ten feet away, a little far away.

And if they can't get rid of the pursuers quickly, how long can they last even without cavalry?

"Don't be afraid," the young man's voice came to his ears again, although weak, but unquestionable: "We will not die, none of us will die... My physiognomy is very accurate."

Everyone smiled bitterly. They were willing to believe what the young man said. After all, if he hadn't reminded him to rush into the forest rashly, a wave of arrows would have left them all behind.

But they couldn't believe these words.

They have the confidence to protect the emperor and let him live until the reinforcements arrive, but they dare not expect that everyone here can survive.

Everyone held their weapons tightly, silently watching the rapidly approaching enemies.

Emperor Qian put the little fat pier under his feet, pressed his hand on his waist, and the jade belt bounced and straightened, turning into a soft sword.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, and the black torrent surged towards them, but after hundreds of riders ran, they had the momentum of thousands of horses, sweeping everything, and marching forward without hesitation.

Suddenly, a sneer sounded, the voice was not high, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears amidst the sound of thundering horseshoes.

Following this sneer, a cyan figure passed over the heads of the crowd and fell into the torrent.

Just like a rushing river hitting a rock, in an instant, people are turned on their backs.

Qin Yi kills like a bamboo, invincible in front of him.

Yunqi kills people like chopping firewood, he can do it easily.

This person kills like mowing grass.

One sword, one stubble.

Yun Qi looked at the somewhat blurred figure, he had never seen that person kill someone, but he knew it was him.

So she closed her eyes with peace of mind and fell into someone's arms.