Grandpa is such a bird

In the opposite direction is the steep mountain forest in the southwest, and the rushing inland rivers criss-cross and rush out of the forest.

The sound of fighting extends from the depths of the forest to the official road, and the sound of piercing flesh and metal and the friction of weapons hitting gold and stone makes one's teeth sour.

Lian Ge quickly stabbed the person facing him across the face, the blood sprayed from his neck splashed his face, he stepped on the corpse, drew out his sword, licked the blood from the corner of his lips, raised his eyebrows and laughed , Shouted to a person not far away: "A traitor? I never thought that my family would be charged with treason one day."

The man turned around, it was Feng Jing.

Lian Presse slashed open one person's chest with his backhand, caught the body that was still warm, threw it aside, raised the blood-dripping blade and pointed it at Feng Jing: "If it's about conspiracy, my master and I are absolutely incomparable." Go up to your master."

When Ling Jiang and Qi Ying arrived, they saw that Lian Presse's eyes were red with blood, and the corners of his lips were as red as if he had just drunk blood. He was standing among the corpses with his sword hilt, but his face was full of smiles.

Ling Jiang flew in front of him, and saw tears glistening in those narrow, slightly curved phoenix eyes, and a drop of blood flowed down from the corner of his eyes, hitting the back of his hand like tears.

Ling Jiang was slightly taken aback, Qi Ying pulled Lian Songge to avoid one's attack, didn't say anything, and patted him on the shoulder heavily.

Lian pressed the song and wiped his face: "It's okay, I'm fascinated."

Feng Jing finally broke through the shadow guards of Yufeng Pavilion and came to the two of them. The distance was not far, only five steps, but he knew by pressing the song that it was more than ten years.

"Commander Feng, have you made up your mind?" Lian Presse suddenly said while holding the sword at his side, blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

Feng Jing immediately understood, with indiscernible emotions surging in his eyes, he heard the sound of the imperial army chasing after him, but there were not many people on the other side.

He knew that the blood flowed in the inner courtyard of the palace more than ten years ago, he knew the hatred of the crown prince, and he knew the grievances of Lian Pressing Song. .

If the king of a country makes a mistake, tens of millions of people will suffer and shed blood. Is it worth it to avenge one person at such a price?

Feng Jing closed his eyes, then opened them again. He had already made up his mind and put the knife across his chest.

Lian Pressing the song took a deep breath, and the cut wound on his body suddenly started to hurt, but he bent his eyebrows and smiled: "You are a loyal minister, the Lord is right about you, but you...you are wrong Lord."

Who has traveled farther than Yin Chenglan in the territory of Dajing, the iron hooves of war horses have trod across the barren desert, the freezing snowfield, and the surging sea.The frontier checkpoints he personally set up stretched tens of thousands of kilometers, and the frontiers were stationed for many years.The long sky hunting formation he set up can keep the 78 military important areas in Dajing in touch. If one checkpoint is violated, all sides will be ambushed and supported by ten sides.

These are all his painstaking efforts day and night, how could he have the heart to burn them.

Lian Press Song didn't know what to say, so he raised his sword.

The imperial guards chased after him, flashing a row of sharp blades, in stark contrast to the scattered people on Lian Songe's side.

One person came out more and more, and it turned out to be the emperor who chased him out. After half a day, he seemed to have aged a lot, supporting the guards beside him, coughing loudly like tuberculosis, his eyes were scarlet, and he said hoarsely: "Where is he, where is he! "

Even pressing the song, he couldn't help laughing triumphantly: "Prince, look back, the prince is right behind you."

The emperor was startled and turned his head in a panic, only to realize that he had been deceived. His face turned pale and he roared angrily, "I'm going to kill you!"

Before the roar fell, Lian Presse drew his sword and rushed towards him. Even if he couldn't kill the emperor now, it wouldn't matter if he got mad at him.With a dazzling sword shadow in his hand, he fought with a row of imperial guards, a sword qi slashed at his shoulder, and he didn't even notice it when he pressed the song, as if he had heard some big joke and was out of breath from laughing Embarrassed: "Prince, why don't you say 'Zhen'? Haha, Li Gui is just Li Gui, and he will never become Li Kui."

The emperor was terribly frightened by Yin Chenglan, and was vomited blood by Lian Ge, with thick veins protruding from his forehead. He pushed away the imperial guards who supported him, and drew out the man's knife to slash Lian Ge.

Immediately, a large number of imperial guards surged around Lian Presse, forming circles around him and the emperor. After taking advantage of him, he concentrated on killing people.

However, he enjoyed cursing just now, but now he was hacked and torn by the people who kept rushing over.

Qi Ying robbed Feng Jing halfway, and had no time to be distracted.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Ling Jiang squeezed in and flew to Lian Presse, who was panting and dying, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Where is Nineteen?"

Lian Pressing Song was in full swing when suddenly a voice came out of his ears, causing him to break out in cold sweat. He swung his sword subconsciously, but was dodged by the little yellow bird.

At this moment, Lian Presse realized that it was Xiao Huangmao, his sword eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes glanced aside meaningfully.

In the dense forest, a gray carriage flashed among the intertwined branches.

Ling Jiang flew over without hesitation, staring closely at Feng Jing, who was pressing the song, as if he had noticed something, glanced into the forest, and shouted cruelly: "Go there!"

Ling Jiang's speed was so fast that only a phantom could be seen flashing past. He flew high, and then, like an arrow shot with a fully drawn bowstring, he swooped down from a high altitude and shot precisely in front of the carriage.

There was no one driving the carriage, and only the horse was running in the forest with its hooves raised. Ling Jiang couldn't help but call out "Yin Chenglan" first, and then got in.

The imperial guards who fought were divided into two groups, one group entangled with Lian Yonge and others, and the other group followed Feng Jing and the emperor into the forest to search for Yin Chenglan's whereabouts.

Lian Presse and Qi Ying looked at each other, and quickly dealt with the rest of the forbidden army.

"Such a good opportunity." Lian Presse dropped the sword in his hand, leaned on a tree, covered a wound on his abdomen with his right hand, and grinned.

Qi Ying tore off a clean cloth from his body and threw it to him, "You can't do anything until the time is right, I have held back, and you have to hold back."

Lian Press the song stared at him with a pale face and resentment.

Qi Ying reached out and rubbed his hair, rubbing Lian Presse's goosebumps, mumbling to one side and hiding, looking up at the sky: "Ah Qing has found Shanyue, right?"

In the quiet thousand-year-old ancient temple, a dashing flying swan landed on the eaves. A monk in the courtyard who was sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom raised his head and saw Hai Dongqing. Touching the wrist of the Yinhong Buddha beads, he said warmly: "You are here."

Ling Jiang got through the curtain, only to find that the carriage was empty, the light inside was very dark, and the small windows in the car were sealed. Ling Jiang thought of something, and his small round eyes flashed.

Suddenly, the carriage and horse jolted heavily, and the horse seemed to be forcibly held back by someone. Ling Jiang huddled in the corner of the carriage and remained calm. Just as the light came in, dozens of short arrows whizzed out from the trigger mechanism.

The moment he heard the sound, Feng Jing pushed the emperor aside, and behind him, a forbidden soldier who couldn't dodge was stabbed into a sieve, with blood gurgling from several holes in his head, and fell down with a grievance.

The emperor watched helplessly, his face was ashen, he turned around and supported the shaft of the chariot and vomited, endless fear welled up in his heart, as if someone kept telling his ears, like a curse - he is the prince, you kill him! If you can't kill him, you can never kill him...

"No, I've already killed him." The emperor was caught in the panic brought by Yin Chenglan who couldn't help himself.

Ling Jiang crouched in a dark corner and watched coldly, sneaking away while no one was looking.

Soon, he found a second gray carriage running in the forest. At the same time, Feng Jing led his men to chase after him. They carefully opened the curtain, there were no hidden weapons and no one.

Yin Chenglan would not use the same trick a second time.

The exact same carriages began to appear in the forest one after another, like ghosts. The sound of "treading" horseshoes came close and then far away, knocking on the emperor's mind like a fatal spell. It was neat and regular, which reminded him of many years ago, when the prince sat on the horse and led the army back triumphantly, his body was as hard as iron. Horseshoes stepping on the spacious streets of Dajing King City, the man trusts his horses and sits at ease among the cheering people and civil and military officials all over the city. Steering the best war horse in Dajing, he walks step by step in front of him, who is still the eldest prince, towards him. He smiled slightly.

"Brother, I'm back."

Brother Huang, I used to trust you so much—the voice faintly passed through more than ten years of weeping blood, and finally reached the emperor's ear. He trembled all over, stared blankly at the gloomy forest, and murmured hoarsely , "I have to kill, don't kill, who will give me what I want."

"Your Majesty, what did you say?" Feng Jing didn't hear clearly, looking around vigilantly, and asked.

The emperor gradually calmed down, with a gloomy expression: "Search this forest carefully for me, I don't believe he can fly away with wings!"

Lingjiang couldn't find Yin Chenglan, so he had to sit on the branch of a tree and watch them search for someone.

Up to now, he can roughly see something from a few words, and he can almost piece together the past about Yin Chenglan from fragments.

But right now, except for Yin Chenglan's whereabouts, Ling Jiang didn't want to think about anything. He insisted stubbornly and simply in his heart - he hoped that one day, Yin Chenglan would be able to tell him everything about that man himself.

The emperor couldn't find anyone, so he set a big fire in the forest in a panic. The fire grew in the wind and burned all the way from the hillside to the top of the mountain. The birds were forced out of the forest by the wind and fire, screaming and circling in the sky. Ken goes away.

Just as the emperor looked up at the flames, suddenly, he saw a black figure on a horizontal cliff from the top of the mountain.

I don't know how long I stayed there, just quietly watching them jumping up and down in the forest.

The emperor's back was covered with cold sweat, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Come here, all of you are stationed here, and seal the escape route of the traitor for me. I want him to be smashed to pieces, and he will die without a place to bury him."

The emperor led a few people up the leeward mountain road, and Ling Jiang took the opportunity to follow, swaggeringly flapping his little wings behind them.

He looked towards the cliff, and saw three cliffs, and the deep mountains and old forests below were thousands of feet high. Yin Chenglan seemed to like this feeling of isolation and helplessness very much. Everywhere he slept, wherever he went, and even where he fled was all lonely and dangerous.

When he reached the cliff, Ling Jiang hid in a tree beside him, watching the emperor completely seal off the only way out.In fact, so far, he is not worried about Yin Chenglan. Since he dares to wait here, unless he wants to die, he must leave a way out for himself.

The mountain wind blew Yin Chenglan's clothes rattling, and his black hair fluttered in the wind. He faced the vast mountain forest and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling the past, with imperceptible fatigue appearing in the corners of his eyes.

"I've always wanted to ask you, Chang'an three years of winter snow, I was framed and forced to go to prison, what was you thinking when you knelt outside the palace of the emperor for a day to plead for me."

The emperor did not speak.

Yin Chenglan asked again: "In the seventh year of Chang'an, I went to southern Xinjiang. You gave me a pair of armor after riding a horse for three hundred miles. What was in your heart when you wished me a triumphant return?"

"When you were young, you got malaria. It was my mother who took care of you in front of the bed. She hugged you day and night and fed you soup and medicine. When you threatened me with her life, what were you thinking?"

The emperor's eyes were red, and he stared at his back without saying a word.

Yin Chenglan manipulated the wheelchair and turned around: "Then do you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking, in order to get this position, you have really worked hard and endured by my side for so many years."

The emperor looked at him coldly, raised the knife in his hand, the blade reflected Lingling's cold light, and revealed a pair of dark eyes: "I have endured it for so many years..."

He walked slowly towards Yin Chenglan, and the imperial guards behind him also raised their knives and followed behind the emperor: "...how can I continue to endure it?"

Yin Chenglan remained motionless, as if still stuck in memories, his eyes drooped slightly, his expression was sad: "Brother Huang, you killed me once, do you want to kill me a second time?"

The emperor smiled sarcastically, as if he had already won, Yin Chenglan was forced to be on the edge of the cliff, which reminded him of the time when the mighty prince succumbed at his feet and swallowed Poison delivered by himself.

As the emperor approached step by step, Yin Chenglan began to retreat step by step, and retreated to the edge of the cliff. The wheelchair crushed the ground, and a few pieces of sand broke from the cliff and fell to the bottom of the cliff without even a sound.

Even though he knew that Yin Chenglan couldn't just be caught without a fight, Lingjiang's heart was still in his throat.

The wind howled over the cliff.

The emperor's back blocked Lingjiang's line of sight. Just as he was about to change his posture and go around to the front, Yin Chenglan suddenly moved. He jumped, and jumped off the cliff with his wheelchair.

Lingjiang's breath was suffocated, a rush of hot blood rushed into his brain, and his heart stopped at that moment. He didn't care about what to think, or even thought about anything, so he jumped out of the woods and jumped off the cliff without hesitation .

There was a strong wind on the cliff, and the moment Lingjiang jumped down, he turned into a human being and stretched out his hand to catch Yin Chenglan.

However, he saw the smile on Yin Chenglan's face in the gust of wind.

The man greeted the mountain wind with open arms, with a malicious smile on his face, his pale face reflected the dark black hair, which made him look like an evil spirit crawling out of hell, with gloomy eyes It seems to want to drink blood and chew bones, dismantle them and swallow them into the stomach.

He opened his lips and said a word softly.

When the emperor saw his smile, his legs went limp, and he almost fell to his knees. He couldn't hear his voice, but he knew what he said.

——As long as I have a bone, an inch of flesh and a handful of blood in this world, you can’t kill me. I will haunt you like a ghost, drill your bones, gouge your flesh and drink your blood, life after life, let you live forever No peace.