One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 68 Don't play tricks in front of me

Today's Song Yun lives in the depths of the desolate and remote desert, but his every move has an invisible impact on many people thousands of miles away.

Tang Country, Hedong Road, a remote mountain village.

A young man in green clothes, carrying a bamboo basket, with his sleeves rolled up, wiped the sweat off his face as he walked.

He stood still among the wild grass on the edge of the mountain village, looking to the west, the setting sun was reflected in his dark eyes, but there was a trace of sadness.

Not long after, a [-]-year-old man dressed as a farmer quietly appeared beside the boy.

"Tianyang, it's getting late, let's go home and have dinner."

"Now that group of Tartars are taking advantage of the chaos of the war, they are looting everywhere again. Some villages in the north have already been destroyed, and we may not be safe here."

The young man hummed lightly, "Ah Weng, do you think Third Uncle and the others have found Song Yun? It has been more than half a month, and there is no news yet."

"I don't know. I thought Song Yun was in Shuofang, and your third uncle was going to Shuofang. Now I know that he is still in Anxi, so the road is far away."

The old man shook his head slightly, seeing the young man seemed to have a worried expression on his face, he comforted him:
"Sooner or later, we will be able to get in touch. Don't rush for a while. The situation is still stable now. We still focus on concealment. It doesn't matter if it is slower."

"But I don't know in the future. Tang and Jing are at war, and other countries will not stand by. Even the grassland Tartars can't help it. I'm afraid there will be another round of chaos..."

Hedong Road is the northern border of the Tang Dynasty. Five hundred miles north from the mountain village is a vast barren land, known as Beiyuan.

The Gobi and grasslands are intermingled, and wolves and horses gallop freely.

Yesterday, there were no people in a hundred miles.

Today, tens of thousands of Northern Plains cavalry roared past, making the vast ground tremble.

The cavalrymen wore pointed hoods, crude leather armor, leather boots, gleaming scimitars, bows and quiveres on their backs, galloping towards the southwest in groups.

These people, holding their swords as herdsmen and carrying their swords as bandit soldiers, wandered uncertainly in the vast north.

When you encounter forces from various places, you can plunder if you can beat them, and trade if you can't beat them.

Decades ago, the Beiyuan cavalry was defeated by the Tang army, and they have kept a low profile ever since.

Decades later, when Tang State and Jing State were at war, these cavalrymen swarmed again like hungry wolves smelling the smell of meat.

The one who charged at the front was none other than the leader of the tribes in the Northern Plains, a strong warrior in the realm of martial arts——Uwei Shanyu.

Swish - the shining scimitar flitted in the wind, bringing up a spray of blood.

Uwe Shanyu, who was full of beards and round waist, easily slaughtered a whole group of Jingguo cavalry, leaving only one alive.

He lifted Jing Bing up with one hand, and said with a crappy Daxia official dialect with a smirk:
"I heard that when Jing Guo went to conquer Tang, the supply lines were all in the desert?"

"Tell me about your arrangements. If you are disobedient, I will cut you to pieces!"

Jing Bing struggled, and said with difficulty:

"We have four camps in the desert, the location is..."

"However, the most important place is still in Anxi..."

Uwe Shanyu nodded in satisfaction after listening, "I'm done? Then go see Changshengtian."

As he said that, he slashed Jing Bing's chest with a knife, and threw him on the ground with his hands.

Jing Bing covered his wound tremblingly, but his eyes were fixed on the Beiyuan cavalrymen, and the corners of his mouth curled up, letting out a happy and sarcastic laugh.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Uwe Shanyu was terrified by the laughter, angrily urged his horse up, and the horse's hoof fell down, trampling Jing Bing's face to pieces.

The miserable laughter stopped abruptly.

"Hmph, boys, follow me to the desert to fight the autumn wind!"

……

Anse, graveyard hut.

Song Yun sat at the table, stretched out his hand to caress the texture of the bronze sword, and gradually fell into deep thought.

Anxi is lonely in the desert, bordering Jingguo to the west, Tangguo to the east, and Liangguo to the south...

Surrounded by heroes, how difficult it is to remain independent.

But Song Yun never thought of joining any party.

It is of course better to act alone as a chess piece for others, even if you are just a lone piece on the chessboard.

He wanted to see how many miracles one person, one city could create.

If you have enough energy, do something more to realize the long-cherished wish of the veterans, and maybe you can also end the chaotic world of disputes.

After thinking for a moment, Song Yun took out his pen and ink, and wrote two letters.

One for Zhang Xianke, one for Gao Hanqing, and asked him to forward it on his behalf, to the remnants of the Beiting Army far away on Hedong Road.

During this period of time, he kept in touch with Shuofangdao by letter, and cavalry sent letters to and fro every few days.

It was also thanks to this communication channel that Song Yun knew that the Beiting army that was transferred back to the country to suppress the rebellion was not completely wiped out, and a small number of people survived, hiding their names and hiding until now.

Knowing that he had recently defeated the Jing army twice and became famous, the remnants of Beiting sent people to contact them after hearing the news. They first went to Shuofang Road and contacted Zhang Xianke and Gao Hanqing.

Then through the Shuofang Dao cavalry, a secret letter was sent.

Among them was actually involved an old case that could shock the world. If it is not done well, it will attract the crazy targeting of the Tang court.

But no matter what, they were all members of the Beiting Army, and Song Yun had to be rescued.

After writing a lot of words, he sealed the letter paper and put it in his arms.

At this time, Meng Huo, who was leaning against the corner, let out a muffled grunt and gradually woke up.

He opened his eyes and saw Song Yun on the opposite side, startled and angry, and shouted: "What did you do to me?"

Song Yun didn't answer, but asked indifferently:

"Your eyeballs rolled a lot when you slept in the past two days, and it was the same just now. Is this a dream? Who did you dream about?"

Meng Huo curled his lips, "Who remembers the dreams I had? And your medicine made me faint, can this still be a dream?"

His face remained unchanged, but in fact, his hands tied behind his back were clenched suddenly, and a storm had already set off in his heart!

He sleeps alone in a room every night, with his face facing the corner, confident that no one will be prying, how can Song Yun even know that his eyes are rolling around?

Staring at this young man in white with a mysterious background and strange methods, Meng Huo felt awe-inspiring, and had a faint feeling of something bad.

Song Yun got up and walked towards him, "I said, don't play tricks in front of me!"

"Here!" Meng Huo shouted suddenly.

The next moment, Song Yun stretched out his finger to touch his Tanzhong acupoint.

Meng Huo's face turned red immediately, he curled up, rolled in pain, and let out screams.

Song Yun turned around and rushed out the door, rushed to the military camp not far away where supplies were stored, got into a tent, and moved the wooden barrel to reveal the dark passage below.

Jump down and jump down the secret passage into the cellar.

This is not over yet, there is still an opening in the cellar, and there is fine sandy soil underneath.

Song Yun drew his sword and stabbed down, breaking through the sand. At the same time, he jumped up, forming a straight line with the sword, and quickly got into the ground.

His figure swayed like a swimming fish, urging the bronze long sword, and quickly drilled deep into the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he dived more than ten feet deep.

At this time, the city of Anxi was already full of gloomy winds, and the sky seemed to be three points darker.

A translucent phantom flashed to the cemetery cabin.

This is a white-haired old woman, her face is full of wrinkles and age spots, her back is bent, she is wearing a black cloak, and her temperament is gloomy.

The figure of the old woman flashed, passed through the wall, and entered the hut.

Seeing Meng Huo rolling all over the floor, the old woman's face became angry, "I'll send you out for medical treatment first, and then kill that kid!"

Meng Huo stretched out his twitching right hand with difficulty, and in his palm was a crumpled piece of paper.

The old woman waved her hand, and a gust of wind blew away the paper, revealing the writing on it.

After a few glances, she raised her eyebrows and let out a roar.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the wooden door was blown back and forth, hitting the wall with a bang.

""Blood Curse"? An improved version? Can it be relieved only by absorbing the blood energy of the curse owner?"

"When the distance exceeds ten miles, the body explodes directly?"

"What a vicious boy! That old man will capture you first and take your blood every day!"

As he said that, he turned over his cloak, and Xu Ying rushed out of the house, staring fiercely at the ground.

"Think I can't catch you by hiding underground?"

The wind is howling, and the sand is flying.

Countless fine sand condensed into a tall sand man, which instantly penetrated into the ground.

The phantom of the old woman was about to drill down, but Meng Huo's face was pale, and he might die at any time.

She had to stay on the ground and cast a spell to suppress the "Blood Curse" on Meng Huo's body.

Under the ground, in the darkness, the sandman drilled around like a nimble loach, but he still couldn't catch the target's position.

Song Yun practiced a lot of exercises during this time, combined with "Sky Ghost Escaping the Sky", he summed up a set of "Earth Escaping Technique".

Shuttle through the sand like a shadow, and the speed is not slower than the sandman.

Then use the [Anxi real-time map] to directly play hide-and-seek with the Sandman.

If it was Jing Guo Wu Sheng who entered the city, he would be dumbfounded by now.

This time it was a ghost from Jingguo, which was a little more troublesome, but there was nothing to do with him in a short time.

After chasing and running deep in the ground, Menghuo above couldn't hold on, and kept spitting blood, looking very miserable.

Not only that, but another gust of wind came from outside the city, which made the old woman's face extremely gloomy.

"This cunning boy actually hooked up with Liang Guoren!"

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(End of this chapter)