Chapter 13

the old horse is full and may have gone to sleep.

The dark wilderness is silent. The insects in the grass are disorderly. The mountains in the distance are invisible. The weather is gloomy. It seems that Yi Heng is the only one left in the world.

The past of the past has passed away in my mind, and the life and death alienation of this life is also deduced in an instant.

All gradually away.

At this time, he only felt that his soul had left his body, which was very much like the moment of an accident. Looking at the physical body sitting cross legged, he seemed to be looking at a stranger, without thoughts and feelings.

Everything around me suddenly blurred, including the sound of insects, including the snoring of the horse from time to time, as well as his own breath.

Touching the surrounding air, it seems that you can feel the active atmosphere in the air, some rising, some falling, and some decomposing.

All the feeling is so clear, he quickly captured a wisp of decomposing air, to feel its breath.

The bleak and fresh sense of contradiction, the chaotic and spiritual coordination, and the desire from the deep soul let Yi Heng know that this must be aura.

Just how to introduce Baihui?

Drag? PULL? Drag? Please? Please?

Yi Heng's consciousness can only be in a hurry. The Taoist said that he was leading. How could he lead? Is it possible that this aura still has ideas?

So he just thought, "come here, come here!" And there's no way. After a cup of tea passed, the aura slowly disintegrated and dissipated, but it didn't come to him at all.

In his eagerness, he reached out.

The night suddenly surrounded him, and the sound of insects around him seemed to be loud. He was sitting cross legged, and his right hand was stretched out as if to grasp something.

This means that this practice failed again.

But he who had already felt the aura was not willing to enter the state of cultivation again.

This night, several times I can feel the aura slowly decompose and dissipate, but I just can't make it close to me.

There were several times when I couldn't keep my mind still. I was always thinking about how to lead the aura to me. Until the last time, I was really tired and had a headache. I had to give up my practice and fell to the ground and fell asleep.

The day is still gloomy, and there may be a heavy rain at any time, but this can not prevent the old horse from running happily, nor can it stop Yi Heng's excited mood.

Although last night's practice did not introduce aura, but at least can clearly feel.

In addition, the road ahead is flat. At the end of the road, there is a big city rising from the ground.

There were more and more pedestrians on the road, and the roads in all directions finally converged on the road leading to the king's capital.

There are farmers in a hurry, businessmen with happy faces, soldiers in a hurry, and rich children of YingYing and Yanyan.

Yi Heng looked at all this without any waves. When he was a thief and a beggar in the town, he had long been indifferent to the world.

Perhaps he has always been unable to integrate into the world, or he has been a man of two generations, and has already seen through the world.

The pony cart he was driving was not conspicuous. Instead, he was wearing a light red suit. However, the scars on his face and the expression of keeping away from strangers made passers-by quickly look away.

As we get closer and closer, we can see three big characters "Li Wang Du" on the towering city wall. Yi Heng can already feel the desolation and pressure brought by this ancient city.

The carriage began to slow down, for the crowd into the city began to crowd.

At the bottom of the city, I found that the high-rise walls were all built of stones of the same size. There were pits on the bluestones the size of adults. Time and blood made it unable to see the original color.

Too late to sigh, Yi Heng drives a pony cart and is held by the crowd and drives to the gate of the city.

The gate was not guarded by soldiers, and people were allowed to go in and out, but it was obvious that the order of the capitals did not need to be maintained.

The city gate, about four or five feet high, is deeply engraved with the characters "North Gate". The original color has already turned brown. The city gate with a width of two or three feet is crowded in and out, but it is not messy.

When Yi Heng's Pony car passes through the city gate hole about ten meters thick, the city is a new scene.

Passers-by, small shops full of all kinds of goods, the same rough tile houses, orderly distributed in the inner city.

The noise of pedestrians and the cry of merchants spread into Yi Heng's ear, and then stopped the carriage and hesitated at the crossroads.

Although the broad street is not crowded, Yi Heng does not know where to go?

"Straight ahead!"

At this time, the voice of the Taoist priest sounded, although in the noisy street, but Yi Heng heard it clearly.

"Driving", gently shaking the reins, the old horse pulled it straight ahead, and the wooden wheel rolled across the smooth bluestone road. I don't know how many people have stepped on it.

The more forward, Yi Hengyue is surprised by the vastness of Wangdu.Half an hour later, the noisy market is just like entering the city.

Half an hour later, the number of pedestrians and the number of houses on both sides decreased.

Once again, there is no house on either side, and there is a flat road four or five feet wide.

At the end of the road is a bridge, the quiet river under the bridge flows slowly, but I don't know how deep it is.

But on the bridge, there was a group of soldiers in bronze armor guarding the bridge. At this time, it was approaching the Youshi period, but the soldiers were still in high spirits. Their waist knives were crossed, and their spears were upright. The green spearheads flashed a little cold light in the sunset.

Yi Heng hesitated for a moment.

"Keep going

The voice of the Taoist is beyond doubt.

Yi Heng had to move forward slowly. Before he got to the bridge, the soldier's Zhang Er spear was stopped in the void. The Spears on both sides collided together and made a clear sound, which made Yi Heng hold the reins tightly and stop.

"Is it possible that this Taoist wants to fight his way out?"

At this time, the door of the cabin beside the bridge opened, and a man in red armor came out. He had a general's helmet on his head, a black cape on his shoulder, a waist knife in his left hand, a black face, big eyes, thick eyebrows, and a thick nose and beard.

"Who are you waiting for? Get out of here

Before he came near, the rough voice rang out.

Yi Heng didn't know how to answer, so he turned and looked at the Taoist priest through the curtain.

The Taoist priest took out a wooden card, round and thick, with one hand out of the window.

Yi Heng couldn't see what happened at this time.

Seeing this, the general hesitated for a moment, but still approached the carriage and picked up the wooden card from the Taoist.

"Are you..." The general spewed out the words of seeing the wooden card and said nervously to the Taoist priest.

But before he finished, he saw the Taoist waved his hand and stopped in a hurry.

"I need to see the king of departure."

The general respectfully put the wooden card back into the Taoist's hand, and the Taoist said after taking back the hand.

"Yes, yes, please!"

The general turned around and yelled "let go!" to the soldiers.

The left and right soldiers immediately withdrew their spears.

Yi Heng drives the carriage to the bridge again with doubt.

Under the bridge, the water is silent and there are many weapons nearby. Yi Heng is afraid of any change, so the carriage starts to rush.