At present, I have to pin my hopes on the rescue troops coming from all over the world. If the rescue troops are broken before they arrive, there will be no way out.

Kyoto Haoran Temple.

This Haoran Temple was established by the emperor for Pei Donglai that day. The people of Kyoto came here to burn incense and worship, prayed to the young marquis who sacrificed their lives for the country, and prayed to the spirit of the sky to protect the land of Kyoto and allow the Great Chu Dynasty to survive this disaster.

It was the time of heavy snow and the two armies were fighting again. The people in the city had no things they could not wait and would not walk on the street easily, so as not to be captured and questioned by patrolling guards.

But in the snow, two young people were walking on the avenue and heading towards Haoran Temple. They were carrying incense, candles and vegetarian wine in their hands, and seemed to be going to worship in the Haoran Temple.

"Tell me, can you not know the taste of Donglai? He has never liked to drink. If you pour this jar of vegetarian wine, Donglai might jump to scold you."

In the wind and snow, a young man looked at the vegetarian wine in his hand, shook his head, and then said to the young man beside him.

"This is the ritual of sacrifice." The young man seemed to be a taciturn person. He said only one sentence and stopped making a sound.

"Yes, the ritual of sacrifice."

The young man who had spoken before was about to arrive at Haoran Temple, his voice unconsciously lowered. He looked up at the sky and whispered: "Junji, I always don't believe it. I just don't believe it. Donglai died so easily at the hands of those underground demons."

"Does the underground demon clan sound so frightening, but we haven't dealt with this underground demon clan. Tell me, how many underground demon clans Donglai killed in Yanzhou? Who else has those underground demon clans who are much more powerful than him, but who has caused Donglai to suffer a loss?"

"I don't believe it."

"Silence."

Hou Junji stopped, Haoran Temple was in front of him. He gritted his teeth, and then whispered: "Whether you believe it or not, I will worship you first... Come to the east."

The word "Donglai" turned around in his throat for a few times, and finally it still jumped out of his throat with difficulty.

"You are here too."

The two walked into the main hall of Haoran Temple, but saw that there had been a person standing in the main hall, and they were burning incense at this time.

The man standing in the hall is familiar with Hou Junji and Lu Tao.

Qishan Hou.

He seriously inserted the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner, then turned his head and nodded to the two of them, even if he had said hello.

The two entered the hall, and the Marquis of Qishan left the hall.

When he was about to leave the hall, the Marquis of Qishan turned around and said to the two people who were placing the sacrificial fruits: "Tomorrow will be the last battle."

"Hmm?" The two were stunned, not knowing what Qishan Hou meant for a moment.

"The Zhenbei Army suffered many casualties during this period, and it was already the end of its strength. Although the soldiers and horses of each state were rushing to Kyoto for rescue, they were all blocked by Shangguan Hong's soldiers and horses. In a short while, they would not be able to come to Kyoto for rescue. It would be impossible for the Zhenbei Army to hold on until that time."

"I have convinced Your Majesty that when the war is coming tomorrow, I will let Your Majesty leave Kyoto, and I will hold on to the army led by Shangguan Hong. You two will lead the army to escort Your Majesty."

"I'm going to tell you this later, but since I've encountered it here, I'll tell you about it first and let you prepare early."

After saying that, Qishan Hou turned around and left.

"etc!"

Lu Tao shouted loudly, trying to stop the Qishan Hou and ask clearly, but the Qishan Hou did not stop for a moment and walked into the wind and snow on his own.

"This..." Lu Tao looked back at Hou Junji, but saw that he was standing meticulously in front of Pei Donglai's tablet, placing offerings of offerings.

"Come and give Donglai a stick of incense. I have never dared to take a look since I returned to Beijing. Now that I have come, I'll give you a stick of incense."

Outside the hall, the wind and snow rushed for a while.

The next morning, the wind stopped and the snow stopped.

Looking to the east from afar, you can see behind the dark clouds, the sun slowly rising, emitting endless light.

A rare sunny day.

The Marquis of Qishan stood on the city wall, outside the city, and there were rebels waiting for him.

He looked up at the sky, then looked at the person standing beside him, and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Don't leave."

Gu Qingzhi was wearing a green dress and stood beside the Hou of Qishan.

"Your Majesty..." Qishan Hou frowned and said.

Gu Qing's combat power is good. If she is following the young emperor, she can also provide more security for the young emperor. If she stays in Kyoto's ten deaths, it will be wasted.

"No need to leave." Gu Qingzhi turned around and looked at the direction of Haoran Temple in the city. The expression on his face was rarely softer.

Turning his head again, Gu Qingzhi faced Qishan Hou and repeated: "No need to leave."

In the horizon, the red sun is about to come out.

"Damn it!"

Hou Junji shook his wrist and drove away some of the soreness.

Behind him, five hundred elite cavalrymen held long spears and protected a train of horses.

In front of him, a burly man with a stiff face and a dull expression stopped him.

"I'll block him, you guys go."

Hou Junji gathered the power of the evil spirit in his hands and shouted to everyone behind him.

Among the five hundred cavalry, there were many martial arts practitioners, and they were all considered elite among the elites in ordinary armies. However, compared with the great man in front of him, it was not enough to see.

Less than five miles away from the city, he encountered a strong enemy blocking the road. Hou Junji had to make this decision under the cross-border.

Today, the young emperor may never get the opportunity to leave the city again. If he gave up this opportunity, he would not know how difficult it would be to leave the city again.

"All, stay."

The burly man spoke awkwardly and did not seem to be very good at speaking the words of the Great Chu Dynasty.

"drink!"

Hou Junji gathered the energy in his hands and pounced on the burly man!

The riders behind him finally began to protect the train and horses and began to march.

"Um!"

The big man snorted softly, swung his fist, and smashed it at Hou Junji without any tricks!

Bang!

Hou Junji retreated and fell to the ground!

The burly man punched the big man and scattered all the energy gathered in his hand. His remaining strength was not stopped, but he even rushed straight towards Hou Junji's chest. If Hou Junji hadn't resisted it in time, he would have been blown down by the big man's sternum with one punch, and he would have been dying of hatred.

Even though he protected him in time, when Hou Junji's left arm intersected with the great Han fist, he was already broken by the terrifying force carried on the great Han fist.

The body of Qi was temporarily dispersed, and the left arm was broken by the bones. The only intact right arm also felt a burst of colic...

Hou Junji no longer has any combat power!

"First...kill you. Then go... solve those... troubles."

The burly man walked towards Hou Junji about a foot, and spoke intermittently.

Close the fist.

Accumulate power!

The next moment, this fist with strange power was about to fall on Hou Junji!

Hou Junji knew in his heart that this intentional and charged blow was afraid that he could not avoid it or hold on.

"call!"

The whistling wind was howling, and the fist wind held on the huge fist almost made Hou Junji unable to open his eyes!

laugh.

Bang.

Two light sounds, and the evil wind that hits my face suddenly disappears invisible.

The giant fist was falling beside Hou Junji.

After a breath, the burly man who had punched Hou Junji's qi to shake his whole body and then collapsed to the ground in an instant.

At the same time, a harsh wail came from Hou Junji's ear.

The red sun burst out.

The clouds dissipate.

Flashes of chanting sounds faintly sounded in the Great Chu Kingdom.

The chanting sound was very low at first, and almost no words could be heard. However, the sound became louder and louder, and the chanting sound became clearer.

There are old and young people in the chanting sounds, and the sounds are different.

When the chanting sound first started, the sounds were disturbed and mixed into a ball. For a moment, I couldn't hear clearly the various sounds coming from somewhere, and what were they chanting.

The chanting sounds get louder and louder, and the noise becomes louder and louder, causing trouble to make a ball.

But gradually, the chanting sounds gradually gathered together, and each sound gradually tended to a certain pattern and began to become orderly.
To be continued...