Song Hui Lin nodded and said: "Alright, young master, I'll listen to you."

  Song Hui Lin finished speaking and was pulled by Yang Cheng Ye to rush forward.

  Song Hui Lin was led by Yang Cheng Ye's hand, her heart racing, her cheeks flushed with heat.

  At the same time, she also remembered all sorts of things along the way, and the scene of hurrying on the road with Yang Chengye's arms around her waist, which made her even more ashamed.

  Looking at Yang Chengye's angular facial features and somewhat frail back, her mind was filled with thoughts.

  Yang Chengye's lightness skill was extraordinary, silent and soundless. At the time when the sky was darkening, he arrived at the outer periphery of the Tataer tribe and found a hidden place to hide.

  Looking at the endless tents, with tribal soldiers occasionally patrolling back and forth, Yang Chengye sighed: "The Tatar tribe is so big, I don't know where your lord and Master Juewu are being held."

  Song Hui Lin smiled and said: "We can catch one and ask."

  Yang Chengye nodded and said, "Alright, Miss Song, I'll be right back."

  Yang Chengye finished speaking and quietly entered the tent of the Tatar tribe.

  Song Hui Lin looked at Yang Cheng Ye's back, her heart was tangled and didn't know what to do.

  Just as Song Hui Lin was still in a dilemma, Yang Cheng Ye had already come and gone, only to return with an unconscious member of the Tataer tribe in his hands.

  Yang Chengye slapped the unconscious person awake, his hands grasping the man's neck, saying: "Listen carefully, answer whatever I ask you, otherwise I'll twist your neck off."

  “*@*@…………”

  That person's mouth opened and closed, saying things that Yang Chengye couldn't understand, while his eyes were still glancing at Song Huiyun with a pleading expression.

  "The young lord said that Master Kongming and an old man as well as an old monk were locked up in the largest tent."

  At this time, Song Hui Lin translated what the man said.

  "Do you speak Tatar?"

  Yang Chengye curiously asked Song Huilin.

  Song Hui Lin gave Yang Cheng Ye a sweet smile and said: "This Tataer tribe is very close to Yanmen, they often use their cattle and sheep to exchange things with Yanmen, so I've learned some of it through osmosis."

  Yang Chengye didn't suspect anything else, and knocked the person out again. He closed his eyes, intending to conserve his energy until midnight when he would sneak into the Tataer tribe to rescue people.

  Time passed minute by minute and second by second until midnight, just as Song Hui Lin said, the dark clouds in the sky blocked all the bright light of the moon and stars.

  Yang Chengye opened his eyes and growled in a low voice: "Leave."

  Yang Chengye finished speaking and quickly rushed into the Tataer tribe, with his target being the largest tent.

  Song Hui Lin stood up, but did not follow Yang Cheng Ye into the room.

  "Traitor!"

  Song Hui Lin said, taking out a curved moon-shaped pocket knife, stabbed into the person's heart area, and the person's head tilted to one side, dying instantly.

  Yang Chengye arrived at the entrance of the largest tent after a few ups and downs, looked around, didn't see anyone, and then lifted the curtain and walked in.

  Yang Chengye did not know that at the moment he entered the tent, many Tatars holding bows and crossbows appeared outside the tent, all of which were aimed at the tent.

  At this time, a middle-aged man with a yellow silk hat on his head and a yellow striped jacket on his body, with a mustache, appeared behind.

  It was strange that Song Hui Lin was standing beside him.

  Yang Chengye entered the tent and saw some low tables arranged in a row, on which were placed some meat dishes and leather wine bags, with no one else present.

  Yang Chengye thought to himself: "This is bad, I've been deceived!"

  Just then, countless arrows suddenly shot in from the torn tent.

  Yang Chengye hastily drew out his long sword, constantly dancing, cutting off the arrows, but the arrows shot from all sides, making Yang Chengye unable to avoid them. For a moment, he didn't notice, and several arrows shot into Yang Chengye's back, piercing through his bones.

  Yang Chengye secretly thought: "Could it be that I will die here tonight?"

  The more I think about it, the more unwilling I am. With a sudden burst of speed, my feet stomped on the ground and my body shot up abruptly. One sword slash cut through the top of the tent, and I flew out of the tent.

  When Yang Chengye saw countless Tatars around the tent shooting arrows at the tent, he knew that he had already fallen into a heavy siege.

  Yang Chengye was puzzled and couldn't figure out why the Tatars would know he would come here tonight.

  Yang Chengye knew that tonight was not going to end well, and he had also been shot in the back by an arrow. He gritted his teeth, flexed his fingers, and shot out a series of powerful energy blasts, killing many Tatars. Then he landed on the ground, drew his sword, and began to slaughter the Tatars with the Dragon City Sword Technique.

  Although Yang Chengyi's swordsmanship was exquisite, his two fists were no match for four hands. Alone and single-handedly fighting against countless soldiers, his back was once again slashed by a knife, with flesh and skin turning over, extremely painful.

  Yang Chengye felt a wave of dizziness and saw that the fresh blood flowing from his chest had turned from bright red to black, thinking: "These arrows are poisonous."

  Yang Chengye hastily mobilized his internal energy, wanting to expel the toxin from his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to expel the toxin.

  Yang Chengye used Longcheng Swordsmanship again and killed several Tatars.

  Suddenly, Yang Chengye saw Song Huiyun sitting in the back watching the fight in the arena through the gap in the crowd, and suddenly understood.

  No wonder the Tatars would set up an ambush in advance, it turned out that Song Hui Lin was behind it all.

  Yang Chengye suddenly became furious, looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh, feeling that his experience in the jianghu was still insufficient, to the point where he could be deceived by this woman.

  At this time, Yang Chengye's internal force surged throughout his body, causing his robes to bulge out.

  "Ah!"

  Yang Chengye let out a loud roar, his sword moves becoming even more ferocious, each slash killing off a Tatar, like a god of death.

  About an hour later, Yang Chengye finally exhausted his strength and took advantage of the opportunity to ride a war horse.

  With a slap on the horse's buttocks, the fine horse neighed and galloped southward.

  Rumbling

  At this time, lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, accompanied by thunder, followed by heavy rain.

  Yang Chengye kept slapping the horse's buttocks and galloping wildly in the rain, while behind him were countless Tatars chasing to kill him.

  At this time, Yang Chengye felt very sad. All along, he had thought of himself as a modern person who had crossed over from another world, with knowledge that was thousands of years ahead of the people in this era, and everything seemed to be within his grasp.

  But he still underestimated the wisdom and cunning of the ancients, and was deceived by a seemingly pitiful woman, this is the lesson, a bloody lesson.

  Yang Chengye unknowingly arrived at a mountain ridge, where the front was a cliff and there was no way to go further. Behind him were countless Tatar tribesmen in pursuit, while he himself had exhausted his internal energy, with wounds all over his body, several of which had already exposed bone.

  At this time, Yang Chengye was covered in blood all over his body, like a bloody man. The bun on his head had also become disheveled, and strands of hair were stuck to his face.

  Yang Chengye fell off his horse, tightly grasping the long sword that had already rolled up its blade.

  "Yang Gongzi, why don't you surrender? I can let Father Khan spare your life."

  At this time, Song Hui Lin suddenly appeared not far from Yang Cheng Ye, and raised her hand to stop the pursuing soldiers of the Tataer tribe.

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