It was the end of summer. The entire land was enveloped in a high temperature. Although this boundless mountain range was close to the sea, because of the terrain, it could not receive the moisture and coolness carried by the sea wind. It was only stuffy and hot. That was why there was such a strong rotting smell in the mountain forest and so many heart-palpitating dangers.
Because the meadow at the top of the mountain faced the sky, it appeared a bit drier. Additionally, the terrain was dangerous, so there were no large carnivores.
It was almost noon, and the white sun was spitting out heat as much as it could, generously bestowing most of its heat onto the meadow. The rays of light were so intense that the grass, which was originally green, began to reflect white light. One could imagine how high the temperature was.
The small animals had already entered the earth to avoid the heat. The birds had already returned to their nests in the forest halfway up the mountain, waiting to come back the next morning to search for grass seeds to use as food.
The entire meadow was quiet and tranquil. Only the occasional mountain breeze would set off waves that alternated between green and white. The porcelain-blue background and the comfortable white clouds gently watched these waves. The entire world was very beautiful.
If the two humans and the blood that flowed from their bodies did not exist, it would be even more perfect.
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With a groan, Fan Xian slowly opened his eyes, which were sticky with sweat and blood. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky. He found that there seemed to be a spot of light in his eyes that he could not get rid of. He did not react. This was a problem after being illuminated by the blazing sun for a long time. Unconsciously, he stretched out his hand to wave. He found that his right hand was very heavy. It was still tightly gripping the assault rifle.
He switched to his left hand to wave. Then, a bone-deep pain made him cry out involuntarily.
The pain woke him up. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the arrow in his left chest in a daze. The arrow had all pierced in. Only the last feather remained outside his body. Fresh blood flowed out endlessly and dyed the black feather even more bloody.
Slightly bending his left leg, he used his right hand with great difficulty to feel for the black dagger in his boot. Very slowly and carefully, he extended it to his back. Following the minuscule gap between his body and the meadow, he gently cut.
The shaft of the arrow buried deep in the earth was cut. His body immediately relaxed slightly. However, this slight vibration caused a sharp pain in his chest. His face was deathly pale, and he almost cried out again.
Forcefully resisting the pain, he used the dagger to remove most of the arrow sticking out of his chest, leaving only a small head to make it easier to pull the arrow out in the future.
After doing all this, the pain had already made him break out in a cold sweat. The sweat even cleanly washed away the blood on his face.
He faced the sky and took deep breaths. His eyes were somewhat dazed as he looked at the blue sky and white clouds. He didn't even bother to avoid the dazzling sunlight because he felt that there was nothing better than being alive in this world. If he could never see the sun again, he would regret it so much.
Fan Xian's luck was very good. Yan Xiaoyi's arrow accurately hit the left side of his chest, but when the tip of the arrow reached his body, Fan Xian pulled the trigger. Although the recoil of the M82A1 was not strong, it still made his body move back a little.
It was because of this that Yan Xiaoyi's arrow had hit a spot slightly higher than he had expected. It had avoided the vital point of his heart and pierced into his left shoulder.
As for whether or not Yan Xiaoyi was dead, he didn't want to care. He just felt tired and wanted to lie down like this on this soft meadow, on this isolated mountaintop, and enjoy a rare rest. Besides, if Yan Xiaoyi had not died, given his current state, he could only be killed.
Since it was so, why should he care?
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However, he had to care because there were still many things in the world waiting for him to do. A moment later, a weak figure appeared on the suffocatingly quiet meadow. Fan Xian dragged his heavily injured body. Leaning on the sniper rifle, he walked step by step through the meadow toward the pool of blood.
Earlier, Fan Xian had always felt that 300 meters was too close. It was so close that it made his hair stand on end. Now, he felt that 300 meters was very far, so far that it seemed endless.
By the time he reached Yan Xiaoyi's side, he was so tired that he almost couldn't stand. His legs were trembling non-stop. The most precious weapon in the world was supporting his entire body's weight. The fine barrel was deeply embedded in the soil.
Fan Xian didn't care. No matter how powerful a weapon was, it was actually not much different from a walking stick. If a person couldn't throw away their walking stick, perhaps they would never be able to walk alone.
He looked at Yan Xiaoyi in the pool of blood. His eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed. His emotions were complicated. He didn't know what kind of emotion he should feel.
The blood had long drained out and seeped into the earth under the green meadow. The upper left side of Yan Xiaoyi's body was completely gone. It had turned into a lump of flesh that couldn't be seen clearly. It looked like a tomato that had been crushed by someone. The red pulp and flesh were sprayed everywhere. It was extremely terrifying.
Fan Xian had followed Fei Jie to dig graves and admire corpses since he was young. He had seen countless sinister and terrifying scenes. Looking at the scene in front of him, he still couldn't help but turn his head.
It was clear that Fan Xian's shot had still gone askew. However, the powerful power of an anti-material weapon was fully demonstrated at this moment. After receiving such a powerful blow, even a ninth-level ace in this world could only pay the price with his life.
Fan Xian calmed his emotions and turned his head. Walking to the side of Yan Xiaoyi's undamaged head, he prepared to extend his hand and close the eyes of this ace who had died with everlasting regret.
However, he saw the already scattered pupils and stopped his movements. It was as if he felt that this person was still alive.
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"Perhaps you can still hear my words," Fan Xian said after a moment of silence. There was an uncontrollable cough in his voice. "I know you think this is unfair, but there has never been any fairness in the matters of this world."
Yan Xiaoyi did not have any reaction. His pupils were already scattered as he stared at the sky.
Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then said, "I didn't kill your son. It was Sigu Jian. In the future, I will avenge you."
No one knew why Fan Xian would tell such a lie next to Yan Xiaoyi's body. In reality, his thoughts were simple. He felt that this kind of death was unfair to Yan Xiaoyi. For such a gifted ace, his death was very unjust. He knew very well what a person would think before they died.
For example, what Yan Xiaoyi remembered the most in his heart. If Yan Xiaoyi thought that Fan Xian was Yan Shendu's murderer and Yan Xiaoyi was unable to kill Fan Xian to avenge his son, this ace would probably be extremely upset.
These words were just to reassure Yan Xiaoyi's heart. However, Yan Xiaoyi's eyes still did not close. Fan Xian smiled self-mockingly. He wondered if he was comforting a dead person or himself.
In a quiet voice, he said, "What they said was not wrong. You are indeed powerful. You could even try to challenge those strange old creatures. Thus, I have no way of killing you. The one who killed you was not me. "
After a moment of silence, Fan Xian continued, "This thing is called a gun. It is the essence of a civilization, although this kind of essence is not a good thing for that civilization."
Yan Xiaoyi's eyes still did not close. However, a crack came from his neck bone. His head tilted and fell into his own flesh and blood. This ninth-level ace had long died. It was just that his bones had been shattered by the bullet. At this moment, he finally could not bear the weight of his head and fell down like a falling leaf.
Fan Xian paused and stared in a daze at the dead person's deathly pale and blood-smeared face. For a long time, he didn't know what to say. After a long time, he raised his head to gaze at the sky. It was as if he wanted to find some trace in the blue sky and white clouds.
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Those who were good at fighting would die from soldiers, those who were good at swimming would drown, and those who were good at archery would die from arrows. This was a famous saying that people had concluded. Yan Xiaoyi, who was a god of archery, had finally died under a Barrett. Regardless of whether the ending was fair or not, regardless of whether the process was absurd or not, the pool of flesh and blood on the ground proved the blood and nakedness of this truth.
Yan Xiaoyi was the most powerful enemy Fan Xian had killed since his rebirth. He still maintained respect for the pool of flesh and blood on the ground, particularly after a day and night of pursuit. At the last moment of life and death, he finally understood one truth and thought through one thing. This would, without question, be of great use to his life in the future.
He was overly afraid of death, so he always did things cautiously and gloomily. He was ruthless and decisive, but he never had Haitang's bright mood or Thirteenth Wang's stubborn courage. It was not until he was forced to the edge of the cliff by Yan Xiaoyi that he truly broke through the darkness in his heart. Bravely, he stood up from the grass and raised the gun in his hand.
From then on, he stood up.
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Maintaining his respect for Yan Xiaoyi, after Fan Xian had gotten used to the pool of flesh and blood, he still began to mercilessly carry out the follow-up work. Taking down the golden silk longbow beside the other person's body, he laboriously dragged the broken body toward the edge of the cliff.
Standing at the edge of the cliff, he measured his position and then slowly crouched down on the ground. Picking up a stone, he began to carve the body. The sun was shining brightly. Between the blue sky, white clouds, and green grass, a handsome and pale young man held a stone and hacked endlessly at the body beside him. Blood splattered everywhere. The scene looked disgusting.
He pushed the half of Yan Xiaoyi's body and the stone off the cliff. For a long time, there was still no reply.
After doing all this, he was unbearably tired. The sharp pain in his chest made it difficult for him to stand. Wretchedly, he sat down on the ground. His head was a little dizzy.
He knew that he had to rest and treat his injuries. The flesh and internal organs that remained in the underbrush would be digested by the creatures in this primitive forest in just a few days, and he still had to eliminate the traces left behind by the sniper rifle.
He coughed, making the little arrow piercing his heart tremble slightly. A heart-wrenching pain spread out and made him involuntarily give a muffled grunt.
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It was not at the same time. On the summit of Dong Mountain, far away from the wondrous meadow on the summit, the Qing Emperor, who was trapped in the Qing Temple, looked through the window at the warm morning light outside in a daze.
"I wonder if the child will be able to safely return to Jingdou," he said slowly. This was probably the first time the Qing Emperor had shown such gentleness toward Fan Xian in front of outsiders.
Eunuch Hong smiled slightly. His deep wrinkles were filled with calmness. It was as if there were no 5,000 powerful rebel soldiers at the foot of the mountain or a Great Grandmaster wearing a straw hat slowly walking up the stairway to heaven.
"Sir Fan junior is a genius. There are no extraordinary figures outside of Dong Mountain," Eunuch Hong said warmly. "It shouldn't be difficult on the road. What is important is after he returns to the capital."
"The matters in Jingdou are not difficult to deal with." The Qing Emperor smiled slightly. "I like this child more and more. This time, I will see him again."
Eunuch Hong sighed in his heart. Since he liked him, why continue to doubt and tempt him? How different was this from what he had done to the Second Prince in the past?
The Emperor stopped talking about the illegitimate child who had escaped. Turning to look at Eunuch Hong, he calmly said, "This time, I will be relying on you."
Eunuch Hong's body remained bent. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "I am a servant of the Qing Kingdom. Since the founding of the country, I have always hoped that the Qing court could unify the world. It is my good fortune to be able to serve the Emperor."
This was not an expression of loyalty. There was no need for such superfluous words between the Emperor and an old eunuch. Even now, with the army surrounding the mountain, Eunuch Hong still spoke slowly. It was as if he urgently wanted to tell his thoughts to the Emperor.
The Emperor looked calmly at Hong Siyang. The expression on his face gradually became serious. A moment later, he raised his hands in a salute and bowed toward Eunuch Hong.
Given the Emperor's supreme status, bowing to a eunuch was an unimaginable sight. However, Hong Siyang was unmoved. He calmly and even coldly accepted the bow.
The Emperor straightened his body. A determined expression rose to his face. "What I promised to you, to Qing Kingdom, to the world … In the future, I will let you see."
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The sky had long brightened. The thick fog had long dissipated. The rebel army camp was on a small slope behind a few rows of trees at the foot of Dong Mountain. The black-clothed Commander of the rebel army calmly watched the activity outside the mountain gate. His calm gaze was filled with peace. There was not a glimmer of excitement or excitement.
"No more attacks. It's useless." The black-clothed Commander spoke calmly to the people beside him as if he was talking about a trivial family matter. His attitude was warm but left no room for doubt.
Carrying a long sword on his back, Yun Zhilan glanced at this mysterious figure and furrowed his brows slightly. Although he didn't agree with the other party's judgment, he didn't say anything to refute it. The attack on Dong Mountain this time was like a thunderstorm that was destined to shake the world. As a master swordsman, Yun Zhilan didn't want to have any influence on the overall situation because of himself.
It was quiet by the mountain gate. The remaining hundreds of imperial soldiers had already retreated behind the mountain gate. The 5,000 longbowmen of the rebel army had attacked several times but were completely beaten back by the defensive power in the mountain forest. The ones launching the attack this time were the attacking troops with the aces of Dongyi as the core.
Yun Zhilan had great confidence in the strength of the disciples of the Sword Hut. He thought that with them leading the archers in a powerful attack, even if the Qing Emperor's most powerful Tiger Guards were hidden in the forest behind the mountain gate, they would still be torn open.
Furthermore, the valiant disciple disciple of the Imperial Army, when faced with his fellow disciples from Dongyi, was he going to continue attacking?
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In the morning, the birds were startled. With a crash, they charged out of the forest and tore off a few green leaves. One could imagine how frightened the birds were after a night of rest.
What startled the birds was the snowy light that lit up the sky.
Each piece of snow was a knife.
A long knife that killed mercilessly.
The snowy light filled the sky. No one knew how many soul-eating long knives danced at the same time to create such a bleak and terrifying scene.
Knife qi crisscrossed through the forest. In an instant, it spilled out completely, invading the normally sturdy but now incomparably weak forest trees. Countless tree bark and tree trunks were shaved off and shot out with a pitter patter. They hit the dirt with a thud.
Countless muffled groans and wretched cries rang out in an instant. Blood sprayed freely in the forest. Broken limbs were thrown into the sky and fell toward the ground. It was the first time they had encountered a battle, yet it had progressed so wretchedly. It could be seen that when the knife-wielding men were forced into their final predicament, they had finally exploded with their most powerful strength.
Yun Zhilan's pupils constricted. He knew that the black-clothed commander's judgment was indeed correct. He didn't wait any longer. With a wave of his hand, he sent out an arrow of command.
The aces of Dongyi led the remaining rebel soldiers and barely managed to retreat out of the forest in defeat. Looking at the situation, it would be more appropriate to call it a rout.
In just a few breaths of time, the rebel soldiers attacking the mountain gate had suffered 70 percent of their casualties. Even the aces of Dongyi had lost five people.
Yun Zhilan's heart ached. He didn't know what to say. Dongyi did not have large numbers of soldiers like the Qing Kingdom and Northern Qi. Their most powerful force was the group of swordsmen raised by the Sword Hut. Even if only five people had died, it was still a heavy blow.
He knew that the defensive power at the Qing Emperor's side was terrifying, but he had never thought that the other party's mountain defense would be so powerful.
"It's the Tiger Guards." The black-clothed man on the horse looked at him and calmly said, "Legend has it that the seven Tiger Guards at Sir Fan junior's side working together can force Lady Haitang to retreat on this quiet Dong Mountain."
He smiled slightly. "There are 100 Tiger Guards."
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Other than the first experiment, this is the first time I've used the Qidian author system for a scheduled update. When I finished writing this paragraph, it was 9 o 'clock in the morning. When everyone sees this chapter, it should be 4: 50 in the afternoon. I'm already on a plane to Shanghai.
Yes, Qidian is about to hold its annual writer's conference. There are many people like me in the country who are rushing in the direction of Shanghai.
The conference will end on the 23rd, but I won't go home immediately because I have to go north. Because of the sentence before "devastatingly beautiful," until the middle of July, my life will be on the road.
The reason I didn't ask everyone for leave earlier is because I don't need to ask for leave. Hahahaha, I used my monthly vote bonus to buy a book.
I will keep updating. If I can't, I will definitely let everyone know ahead of time. However, because of the interference of many matters on the road, I don't dare to keep a stable time for updates. I ask for everyone's forgiveness for this.
I was very satisfied with yesterday's chapter. It's not that I'm narcissistic. It's just that my ability and the effect I wrote were very consistent. Is there a problem? It's really nothing because there has never been an omniscient and omnipotent person in this world. I'm just a pitiful person writing. Rationality is not the key. It's more important to be self-consistent. It's basically impossible to write a novel every day without making mistakes. So, in this area, I've always been very good at forgiving myself.
I'm a person who treats myself very generously and treats others very generously. Of course, Fan Xian is the hometown wish, but I'm not. I'm a good person. Amitabha.
Just like the introduction in Zhuque Ji said, "Of course, this is a YY novel. It's just a YY novel. Everyone reads it happily or passionately. I can pass some of my leisure time after work. That is the source of my sense of accomplishment.
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