Smoke Kill!
Had the old man recovered from his injuries? How could he disregard his status and attempt to kill her in a dark alley?
A trace of disdain flashed across Fuyao's eyes. No matter how eccentric the Ten Strongest were, they were still unique and had the demeanor of a Grandmaster. Leaving Smoke Kill among the Ten Strongest was a scum that needed to be eliminated!
The smoke became thicker and thicker, and a faint, ear-piercing laughter could be heard. Fuyao raised her eyebrows and scolded, "Which old fart is crowing in the middle of the night? Do you want me to live?"
"Little doll, you're always so reckless." Smoke Kill's laughter was still as distant as before. "I've been held up by some chores recently, so I've found the time to take your life today. Be quick and kill yourself."
"Fine." Fuyao raised her eyebrows and drunkenly tossed a rotten brick at him. "Hurry up and smash your head with this brick."
"Hmph!"
The smoke thickened and gathered in mid-air, forming a rod that swept across!
"Whoosh!"
A whirlwind that resembled desert sand filled the sky, half falling from the sky and the other half rising from the ground. It was like a giant blanket that covered the sky and the earth, covering Fuyao and the guards behind her. The blanket was so huge that it covered a radius of a mile. Compared to it, Fuyao and the guards were like ants. No matter where they ran, they could not escape.
Fuyao did not run either.
Suddenly, she lifted her head and smiled strangely. Her eyes were extremely bright, like a beam of light that split the smoke. She did not look like the drunken fool she had just now.
"Old dog, you've been tricked!"
Before she finished, she suddenly punched the wall of the alley beside her. "Boom!" The bricks on the wall fell, revealing the jet-black pig iron within. With a kick, the ground where she was standing suddenly sank, revealing a deep hole. Fuyao and her guards immediately jumped in and laughed. "You're in my trap!"
She was in the pit that had been set up earlier. She stretched out her hand and pulled the lever. With a series of creaking sounds, the walls of the "alley" peeled off. It was actually all made of raw iron plates. With the operation of the lever, the iron plates quickly closed up and wrapped around Yan Sha, who was standing in the middle of the "alley".
Smoke Kill let out an ear-piercing roar.
"Shameless!"
Meng Fuyao smiled shamelessly. She reached into the pit and took out a long spear that she had prepared beforehand. Then, she jumped out with her guards. This iron formation could only trap and kill in a split second. If they wanted to kill, they had to seize the opportunity!
Smoke flickered between the gaps of the iron formation. The Smoke Killer could rush out in the blink of an eye!
She stepped on the edge of the pit and flew up. Halfway up, Tie Cheng let out a loud roar and swept his spear horizontally, sending her flying like a whirlwind. She landed on top of the metal box. Immediately, she thrust her spear downwards at lightning speed!
Yao Xun, Tie Cheng, and the other guards also rushed over. They raised their hands and threw their spears at the same time. Spears of the same color danced in the air, piercing through the iron box.
There was a loud howl, and the smoke intensified. With a loud bang, the iron box exploded into millions of pieces of black iron, fluttering in the night sky.
"Huala!"
Suddenly, a dazzling white light flashed across the sky. Above the dark layers of clouds, golden snakes danced wildly. The clouds seemed to be shaken, and some scattered raindrops fell down. At first, they were small raindrops, and then they became continuous. They were blown around by the wind, and the sky was filled with sparkling watery light.
The ground was covered in black iron fragments. As the rain fell, they shone with a strange, eye-like luster. In the drizzling rain, the water on the ground quickly gathered into small streams that spread in all directions. Among those streams, there was one that was pale red.
Yan Sha stood there. There was a deep hole in his shoulder, and there was also blood on his knees. The blood kept oozing out, and it dyed his earthy yellow robe into a muddy color.
He stood there with an ashen face, taking deep breaths. As he breathed, the smoke on his face flickered. Every time it brightened, the smoke would grow thicker. It was obvious that he had been injured by Meng Fuyao twice in a row. He was really angry and was about to bring out his trump card.
But Meng Fuyao would not give him the chance to fight to the death.
She laughed softly, and with a flash of the Heaven Piercing Sword, she pounced forward with the faint light of the moon and the sun.
The wind rose, the sun rose, and the moon waxed!
After the last battle of the Champion Battle of Zhen Wu, Meng Fuyao used the True Power of the Rising Sun and Spirit of the Gale for the first time in a real battle. She had been training hard during this period of time, and the three types of True Power had become more integrated. The gurgling sound was like a flowing spring, vast like the ocean. Wherever it passed, the sound of the wind was not strong, and the light was not obvious, but the breath was suffocating, and the cold light penetrated the heart. The rising and falling, the shooting, and the slashing were three times faster than the limits of an ordinary person.
Fast! The true meaning of martial arts was to be fast. In front of someone whose True Power surpassed yours, you could chase the moon and tread the wind. You could change in an instant, and you could never let your opponent figure out your path!
Meng Fuyao turned into light and shadow, and turned into a whirlwind that traveled thousands of miles in an instant. She drifted and circled, coming from the boundless expanse, and headed towards the center — all the vital points of Yan Sha!
Yan Sha could no longer compete with her speed.
He was injured, and his movements were hindered. The heavy blow on his shoulder was from Meng Fuyao's killer move, and any ordinary expert would have been pierced by it. More importantly, there was poison on the spear! The four corners of the closed iron box were spewing poison!
He was poisoned, injured, and forced to fight with Meng Fuyao.
Tie Cheng and the rest wanted to help, but Meng Fuyao glared at them and scolded them back. "F * ck, I don't want to live if I still need your help!"
While she was busy, she glanced at the corner of the eaves of the opposite house. There was a person sitting there leisurely. His light purple clothes fluttered in the air, and he was even leisurely holding up an umbrella. On his knees, a certain white-furred adult was squatting and watching the battle. One man and one rat, smiling and motionless, only using their gazes to envelop her.
The person who had always let her fly, but always kept her in his field of vision and care.
Meng Fuyao smiled, turned back, and went to fight and kill with peace of mind.
Those two were high up on the eaves, watching her fight and kill with peace of mind.
Yan Sha was ambushed in the rain, and his momentum was exhausted. Caught off guard, he was poisoned and injured, and his body was exhausted. Encountering the energetic and fierce Meng Fuyao, he was exhausted.
No matter how strong an expert was, there was a limit. His three powers were exhausted, and he could only exhaust his qi!
The 328th move.
The smoke in Yan Sha's palm became thinner and thinner. Suddenly, Meng Fuyao made a feint, and an extremely complicated hand gesture, which came from the battle between Zhangsun Wuji and Tai Yan that night, dazzled the eyes. Yan Sha raised his hand to block, but his hand suddenly missed.
At the same time, Meng Fuyao stopped in her tracks and turned around. Her black hair fluttered elegantly in the rain, and by the time it landed, she had already turned around and rammed into Yan Sha's chest like a meteor.
It was an extremely bold and strange move. Yan Sha had never thought that in the battle opposite him, someone would actually have the guts to completely expose their back to him and deliver it to him.
Yan Sha was startled, he was startled for life.
"Cha!"
The black knife was like an aurora, flashing in the rain.
Meng Fuyao raised her hand and unsheathed her saber. Fresh blood gushed out from the blade like a fountain in the midnight drizzle. It stretched out like a rainbow, crossing the darkness in an instant. As the rain drenched it, it slowly dissipated. It was like a silent dance of life in the night. It was breathtaking for a moment, but it ended in silence.
The rain fell silently. Both of them were dripping with blood. Meng Fuyao was still leaning against Yan Sha's chest, and she felt his body rapidly cooling down. It was as if the lingering smoke had suddenly leaked out from the wound that pierced through his abdomen.
She raised her eyebrows and raised her leg to kick back. With a "peng" sound, the heavy body was kicked out. The heavy body was kicked several feet away and slid on the rain for several feet before it was submerged in the puddle of water.
Light red water flowed everywhere on the ground. The blood was the same color as an ordinary person's, seemingly unaffected by the identity of the deceased.
Yan Sha, one of the Ten Strongest, whose name had shaken the world for 30 years, a legendary figure, had actually died on such an ordinary rainy night, in an alley, at the hands of an 18-year-old girl.
If anyone had witnessed this battle, they would not have dared to believe their own eyes.
However, there were still people who had seen everything clearly. In the darkness ahead, Yan Jingchen slowly turned his head, his eyes dark. He had seen the entire battle, from Yan Sha's attack to the ambush, to Meng Fuyao's battle, and finally to Yan Sha's death.
He stood there in a daze, staring at the dark void in disbelief. It was as if he had seen nothing, yet it was as if he had seen the coldness and mercy of fate.
He raised his head slightly, looking at the girl who was leaning on her spear and holding a knife in one hand, smiling back at him. Her sleeves and long hair fluttered in the wind, and her slender and straight figure was like a goddess from the heavens. Her temperament was warm and sharp, without the arrogance of an overbearing person. However, it still made people feel that she was so bright that they could not look directly at her, and that they could not get close to her.
He could not get close to her … the Meng Fuyao of the past.
He looked up at her. Ever since she had displayed her 'Breaking the Nine Heavens' during the Battle of True Martial Arts, he once again felt the distance between them and the coldness of fate. That girl, that girl who stood in the light and shadow, had since become a high hanging picture in his life. He could see her beauty from afar, but he would never be able to touch her.
She had already gone too far, too far away from him.
Even if he did not care about his body, even if he sank into filth, even if he sacrificed everything, he still did not deserve to touch the corner of her clothes.
She was born to be at the peak of the world, the peak that overlooked the world. The love on Mount Xuanyuan was but a gift from fate. After meeting her, he actually did not have the opportunity to ask for more.
Those lovesickness buttons were always holding onto him, who was destined to fall far behind.
His gaze slowly fell on Yan Sha's corpse in the alley.
That was his master, his benefactor, and his enemy. He thought that he would never be able to escape from his needs and fetters, just like how he would never be able to escape from the pain of the darkness and filth. But today, because of her hand, he was free.
He knew her painstaking efforts. She had killed his wife, and then killed his nightmares to make up for it.
It was a clear and compassionate compensation.
And from now on, would he continue to be entangled in pain, or would he let go and forget?
Yan Jingchen stood in the rain, his clothes drenched. He watched as Fuyao put down her spear and raised her head. He saw her gaze, which was filled with a smile that he had never seen before, fall on the man who was watching the battle on the opposite eaves. Her gaze was warm and happy, and her smile was filled with a divine light.
As for the man, he was holding an umbrella, slightly leaning forward with a faint smile. The way he looked at her was calm and tolerant, as vast as the four seas and the universe.
That moment when they looked at each other.
Yan Jingchen suddenly felt himself shrinking infinitely, shrinking into a tiny speck of dust floating between heaven and earth.
He stood silently in the rain and slowly walked towards Yan Sha's corpse. He brushed past Fuyao, but did not turn back. He only squatted down and picked up Yan Sha's corpse.
The old body was completely relaxed in his arms, no longer able to cause him any harm. And the entangled love and hate would eventually return to dust, just like the corpse.
Yan Jingchen stood up with Yan Sha in his arms. No matter what, they were master and disciple, and he had the responsibility to bury Yan Sha.
He carried Yan Sha and walked away, step by step, without turning back.
Fuyao stood on the spot, watching the man's back gradually sink into the darkness. Her eyes were calm, but there was a glimmer of light in them.
'Yan Jingchen, the grudge ends today. I hope you have a good life in the future.'
Behind her, Tie Cheng and the rest were cleaning up the broken pieces of the iron plates. The houses in the area had actually been bought by Fuyao a long time ago. She had built a wall further away to prevent people from entering. She had also worked hard at night to build a fake alley made of iron plates in a wide alley. The entire alley was a trap. Fuyao pretended to be drunk, leaning on the wall, leaning on the tree, and lying low. In fact, she was just activating the trap one by one.
Yan Sha, who had just returned from recuperating in the mountains of Pandu, entered her line of sight the moment he returned. She had been drinking and seeking pleasure, waiting for him for a long time.
How could Yan Sha, who did not have the advantage of time, place, and people, not be defeated?
A sky-blue oil-paper umbrella gently moved above her head, blocking the damp sky. The person under the umbrella seemed to be smiling, her warmth and gentleness brightening up the cold night.
She raised her head and gave him a smile that showed that she had made up her mind.
= = =
In the seventh year of the Tiansha Millennium, on the third of the eighth month, at night, the Tiansha Great General Zhan Keji's army crossed the Yi River in an attempt to launch a sneak attack on the Cang Dragon Army. However, they were ambushed by Zhan Beiye, who had not slept at all. When the suicide squad emerged from the shore, they were met with the cold, steel-black spear of the Black Wind Cavalry.
On the third of the eighth month, at night, one of the Ten Strongest, Yan Sha, was killed. The news of his death shocked the rest of the Ten Strongest. Among them, the couple who had been pursuing each other for 38 years looked at each other and smiled. At the same time, they were reminded of the valiant and persevering girl on Luofeng Mountain.
The beautiful man with a head full of silver hair slowly said something that would spread throughout the world in the days to come.
"This is just the beginning."
"The era of the Ten Strongest ruling the world is finally over, and a new surpassing expert is finally born."
= = =
The next target was Zhan Beiheng!
The Tian Sha Royal Family had many children in the past, but after a long period of political strife, they had gradually withered. The second, fourth, eighth, and ninth sons had all died young. If not for his wise grandfather, who had foresight and foresight, who had sent him to Geya early on, Zhan Beiye would probably have died without a corpse. When the third son, Zhan Beiqi, died on Chang Han Mountain, the only one left by Zhan Nancheng's side now was Zhan Beiheng.
As the only prince who had survived by Zhan Nancheng's side for the longest time and was even trusted by him, Zhan Beiheng would not be as mediocre and incompetent as he appeared on the surface. According to Fuyao's observation, he was cunning and cunning. Moreover, he was very patient. Ya Lanzhu was once his betrothed wife, but she had abandoned the engagement to chase after Zhan Beiye. When she became the laughing stock of the world, how could he not be implicated? However, Prince Heng was really persistent. Not only did he agree to break off the engagement as if nothing had happened, he even treated Ya Lanzhu as a stranger. When the two of them met at the True Martial Arts Tournament, Zhan Beiheng did not show any signs of hesitation.
Such a person was a source of trouble if left alive. With him around, even if Fuyao killed Zhan Nancheng, she would only be helping him. Therefore, Fuyao had long decided that to kill Zhan Nancheng, Zhan Beiheng would be the first.
As for the way to kill him, it would be to borrow a knife!
Currently, Fuyao was Zhan Beiheng's subordinate. Zhan Beiheng was in charge of the Emperor's Imperial Barracks and was the direct superior of Fuyao's direct superior. He was heavily favored by the Emperor, and his residence was flourishing. On a daily basis, there was an endless stream of people who came to visit him. As a result, the stone lions at the entrance were often rubbed and rubbed until they were black and shiny. Thus, he simply replaced them with a pair of iron lions. He was known as the Prince of the Iron Lion Gate. Meng Fuyao was the subordinate of a subordinate of a subordinate, so Prince Heng did not have the time to care about her.
Fuyao had visited him three times, and each time, she was left with a visiting card by the arrogant gate official. However, she did not see him. She was not in a hurry, so she returned to talk to Zhangsun Wuji about it. She said that Zhan Beiheng was an anomaly in the imperial court. Zhangsun Wuji said, "Has Zhan Beiheng been favoring you more recently?"
Fuyao thought about it and said, "Yes."
"Since the beginning, flowers bloom and add oil to the fire. Prosperity is bound to decline." Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "Since ancient times, there has never been an easy life for a ruler and his subjects. Zhan Nancheng is suspicious of Zhan Beiheng."
Fuyao rolled her eyes and threw herself at Zhangsun Wuji's knees. She raised her head and looked at him innocently. "Your Highness, Fuyao has always been loyal to the Emperor and has never been disloyal to Wuji. Now that I have changed my allegiance, it is only an expedient measure. Seeing how Your Highness favors me, could it be that my death is coming? I beg Your Highness not to favor me, not to favor me … "
Everyone at the table spat out their rice. Ya Lanzhu shouted, "Fuyao, you are so shameless!"
Zhangsun Wuji raised his leg and kicked at her. He laughed. "Get lost. I hate you the moment I see you. You can still cause trouble for a thousand years."
Fuyao laughed out loud and staggered out. For the fourth time, she went to Zhan Beiheng's door. This time, she did not send a visiting card. Instead, she blocked the gate official in an alley not far from Zhan Beiheng's house and gave him a good beating. After she was done, she said, "Who told you to look down on me and not let me in? I will beat you up every time I see you in the future. "
Men Zheng scowled. "Commander Meng, this … this is not up to me to decide …"
"Motherf * cker, are you looking down on me? I will make you lose money. " Meng Fuyao scolded him and instructed, "I'll pay a visit later. Once you receive the visiting card, you have to welcome me in with great respect. Serve me tea and talk to me in the reception area. You don't have to hand over the card to King Heng anymore. You just have to do this. In the future, whenever I come, do this and I won't beat you."
What was the point of not sending a card to Prince Heng? Just to have a chat and have tea at Prince Heng's place? Men Zheng could not figure it out, but Fuyao's request was easy for him, so he quickly agreed. After a while, Fuyao came back empty-handed. Before she could hand over the card, the gate opened and the gate official squeezed through the crowd to welcome her. He bowed deeply and ushered her in with utmost etiquette. The officials waiting at the gate to bask in the scorching sun suddenly turned their heads and looked at Fuyao in unison. This brat was amazing. The servants of Prince Heng's residence had always had their eyes on the top of their heads. When had they ever been so courteous and courteous? They were most likely Prince Heng's trusted aides!
After a while, Meng Fuyao swaggered out after being sent off by the palace guard. She announced in a loud voice, "I suddenly remembered that I have something urgent to attend to, so I'll leave first. Prince Heng, please wait for my call!"
The crowd was even more amazed. She could come and go as she pleased. She had an extraordinary relationship with Prince Heng!
With a swoosh, the officials, who had been struggling to find a way to enter, rushed forward. She was surrounded within a few steps. Envious and fawning faces approached her, all of them talking at once, spittle flying all over the place.
"May I know your name, General?"
"I am Liu from the capital of Qi County. Nice to meet you, General …"
"General, you have a heroic bearing and an extraordinary bearing. I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you. Do you have time to spare? Tonight, I will open a banquet at the Jade Gazing Tower in Nan City. I hope you will come … "
…
Fuyao beamed and said, "The sun is shining. Let's talk while we are talking."
Thus, the people at the side spoke, and before long, their hands were filled with gifts, most of them asking her to "put in a good word for Prince Heng." Some of the officials even tugged at her sleeves with tears streaming down their faces. "I have been in the capital for so many days, but I have yet to see His Highness. My traveling expenses have been used up, but I have yet to find an official position. Please help me, help me …"
"Well said! Well said! " Fuyao accepted all the gifts with a smile. Her sleeves were full of gold, silver, pearls, and jade. She swaggered off under the expectant gazes of the officials.
The next day, she returned at a different time. She did the same thing and returned with her arms full of gifts.
On the next day, she returned with a basket.
…
After a few days of receiving gifts at the entrance of Prince Heng's residence, the gate official who had been beaten up by her earlier saw her and hurriedly welcomed her. "General Meng, His Highness is waiting for you in the reception hall."
Fuyao laughed and turned around to order, "Bring my gifts up!"
The guards were carrying a huge basket, and it was filled with the gifts she had received in the past few days. Zhan Bei Heng was waiting for her in the reception pavilion, and when he saw the basket, he couldn't help but laugh, "General Meng is so capable, to actually receive gifts from me in front of my residence!"
Fuyao gestured with her hand. "Return the original." She laughed again. "Otherwise, how would His Highness see me?"
The two of them looked at each other and laughed. Zhan Beiheng ordered them to pour tea. "The world only knows that General Meng is unparalleled in martial arts. I didn't expect you to be so clever."
Fuyao smiled. "I was just trying to get a smile from His Highness. There are so many capable people under His Highness' banner. How could ordinary actions attract your attention? I had no choice but to do something that shocked the world. "
Zhan Bei Heng narrowed his eyes as he looked at her, his pupils constricting to the size of needles. There was not a trace of a smile on his face. "General is already His Majesty's favorite. It is said that the position of Dragon-Tiger Great General is reserved for General. This Prince is merely an idle Prince who cannot give General anything. Why did General spend so much effort and insist on joining this Prince's side?"
"As a general, one's ambition is to conquer the world. Naturally, you know very well who can and can't give you the path to the clouds." Fuyao took big gulps of tea and laughed. "His Highness said that he can't give me anything, but I think he can give me more."
"How arrogant of you!" Zhan Beiheng's expression changed. He stared at her coldly. "What else can I give you? What do you want? "
"There's no such thing as asking for something from others without offering anything yourself." Fuyao ignored his snake-like gaze and smiled nonchalantly. "It's too early to say what I want from His Highness. I haven't made any contributions yet, so how can I ask for something from His Highness? How about this, I'll give His Highness a small token of my appreciation."
She got up and moved closer to Zhan Beiheng. She whispered into his ear, smiling.
"His Highness doesn't have long to live!"
= = =
"You guys didn't see Zhan Beiheng's expression at that time." Fuyao chewed on the bone and beamed with joy. "It was as if a thorn had suddenly grown under his butt. He almost jumped up and hit my chin."
Zong Yue drank his tea leisurely. He had always carried his bowl to the side to eat whenever Fuyao spoke. He didn't even raise his head. "Fuyao, please pay attention when you're chewing on the bone. I can't pretend a second time if your teeth fall out."
Fuyao turned around and glared at him. "Mongolian Doctor, please don't rub salt on my wounds, alright?"
"You're covered in scars. It doesn't matter which one I rub." Zong Yue suddenly put down his teacup and asked, "Where did you take the half-moon treasure that I soaked in snow lotus?"
Fuyao was startled. Only then did she remember that Zhangsun Wuji had taken it away. As for where he had taken it, she had never cared much about worldly possessions. Besides, since Zhangsun Wuji had taken it, he could take as much as he wanted. She didn't even think about asking about its whereabouts.
She subconsciously wanted to look at Zhangsun Wuji, but she retracted her gaze halfway. She lowered her head and said, "Ah, that … I was afraid that a rat would steal it, so I put it somewhere else."
"There's only one rat here." Zong Yue sneered.
Lord Ingot rolled his eyes. 'I'm not a rat, I'm not a rat. How many times do I have to repeat myself?'
"I took it." Zhangsun Wuji was the one who spoke. He looked calm. "I took it to observe its medicinal properties."
"Observe its medicinal properties?" Zong Yue immediately turned around and sneered. "Wuji Crown Prince is talented, but I've never heard that he's the best in medicine."
"Of course you're the best in medicine." Zhangsun Wuji was still unruffled. "But being the best in medicine doesn't mean being the best in medicine."
"What do you mean by that?" Zong Yue straightened his back on the chair. His face was as white as snow, and his gentle and clean temperament suddenly changed. His eyes were as dark as the night sky. "Are you saying that I used the wrong medicine and harmed Fuyao?"
Zhangsun Wuji stopped talking and drank his tea.
Fuyao was stunned. What did Zhangsun Wuji mean? Was he saying that Zong Yue used the wrong medicine? How was that possible? She had suffered countless injuries in the past two years, and Zong Yue had treated every single one of them. Some of the injuries were so severe that anyone else would have damaged their true essence. Yet, Zong Yue had never truly shaken her foundation. He had even consolidated her foundation and cultivated her Cleaving Nine Heavens at the fastest speed possible. Even the True Force of the Tempest and Moon had been successfully integrated. If anything had gone wrong, wouldn't she have died a million times over?
She looked at Zong Yue worriedly. He might seem gentle, but he was actually arrogant. He had been unrivaled in medicine for many years and had always been respected by the world. Zhangsun Wuji's words were aimed at his medical skills, which could be considered a huge attack. The severity of it was no less than an eight-foot tall man being impotent.
"Hey, stop talking …" She tugged at Zhangsun Wuji's sleeve. "Let's go to sleep …"
The moment the words left her mouth, she bit her tongue and covered her mouth with her hand. She wanted to cry, but no tears came out. 'F * ck, what bad luck. I can't even speak properly when I'm anxious.
That guy, who always took advantage of opportunities, turned around and smiled. "Alright, when this is over, we'll go to sleep …"
…
Zong Yue was still standing there, looking straight at Zhangsun Wuji. "The Crown Prince hasn't answered my question," he said in a low voice.
Zhangsun Wuji lowered his eyes and frowned after a long while. He said, "Mr. Zong, since you and I both have no intention of harming Fuyao, we should stop here. I'm tired, excuse me." He stood up and turned to leave.
"Clang!"
A ray of white light shot out, and a curved curved knife appeared in front of Zhangsun Wuji.
He slowly lowered his eyes to look at the knife pointed at his heart, then at Zong Yue, who was holding the knife indifferently. With a wave of his hand, Zhangsun Wuji stopped Meng Fuyao and the others who were about to rush out, as well as the secret guard who had been guarding the house stealthily. "Mr. Zong, a knife is not meant to be pointed at a friend."
"I'm not fit to be the Crown Prince's friend." Zong Yue said faintly, "Besides, I've always hated some of the Crown Prince's habits. He always speaks half a sentence, always looks down on others, and always acts compassionately. Those who are pitied don't even understand why they're being pitied."
She thought about how Zhangsun Wuji had insinuated that Zong Yue had used the wrong medicine and left without any explanation. Zong Yue's anger had been stifled, not giving him a chance to defend himself. It was no wonder that Zong Yue was so angry.
As she thought about it, she put on a disapproving expression. Both Ya Lanzhu and Yun Hen had the same expression. Only Lord Ingot rushed out and began to gesticulate. Meng Fuyao stared at him, grabbed him, and stuffed him into her sleeves. "Don't cause trouble!"
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly turned to look at her. There was a strange look in his eyes, as if he was sighing helplessly.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly stretched out a finger and gently pushed the knife away. He slowly sat down and said, "Must Mr. Zong tell me?"
"Why not?" Zong Yue replied calmly.
"I just want to ask you a few questions." Once Zhangsun Wuji had made up his mind, he no longer hesitated. "After Fuyao was injured on Luo Feng Mountain, did the cloud-soul essential Qi in his body become unstable?"
"Yes." Zong Yue answered straightforwardly. "But I naturally treated her injuries and even used the Thousand Buddha Herb to remove the clotted blood. Does Your Highness think there's anything wrong with that?"
Zong Yue's tone was provocative, but Zhangsun Wuji paid him no heed. "Alright then. When Fuyao participated in the third round of the True Martial Arts Tournament, she suddenly increased her essential Qi by a level and almost died on the stage. It was Young Master Yun who suppressed it with his chilling inner force. You should know about this, right?"
Zong Yue's eyes flickered, and he nodded, "Yes, I didn't forget to remove the Frigid Yin Qi that didn't belong to Fuyao's True Qi when I smoothed out Fuyao's blood and meridians.
"I just want to ask you one thing." Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "How did Fuyao successfully fuse the Great Gale and Moon with her own essential Qi?"
Zong Yue opened his mouth to answer, but his expression changed as he suddenly thought of something.
"During that period of time, Fuyao was seriously injured and didn't have the time to recuperate. But her essential Qi was still improving at a godly speed, even going against the norm and fusing the three top-notch essential Qi in advance." Zhangsun Wuji spoke quickly. "A person's energy is limited, and it's impossible to take care of everything. If one is strong in one area, one will definitely be weak in another. Her essential Qi improved rapidly, but what about her meridians? When will those damaged meridians be restored? Those meridians aren't like iron trees that can continue to grow after being cut by swords or sabers. Even if they were iron trees, their roots would definitely be damaged after experiencing such continuous harm. "
He continued, "That's why I'd like to ask you, Mister Zong. How did Fuyao achieve such a miracle and advancement that defied the growth and circulation of essential Qi?"
"I'd like to ask you, Mister Zong, if you've ever heard of the story of 'pulling a seedling to help it grow'."
Zong Yue quietened down.
His complexion changed a few times. His face, which was originally as white as snow, became even whiter and more transparent. The lamplight shone on him, illuminating his clear and misty eyes, like a clear and sparkling wine in front of a lamp.
Once again, Fuyao was dumbfounded.
No wonder she'd always been surprised by her speed of advancement. That damned old Daoist was known as a peerless genius, yet he'd only reached the sixth level of 'Piercing Nine Heavens' six years later than her. No wonder she'd always felt that her essential Qi was unstable and that she always needed more time to stabilize her essential Qi. No wonder she'd always been puzzled by the fact that she kept getting injured. Ordinary people needed time to recuperate, and during that period, their essential Qi would stagnate and automatically choose to protect their meridians. But she seemed to be advancing even while recuperating.
So that was why! Zong Yue had used medicine to suppress her meridians, causing her body to naturally choose to cultivate instead of protecting her internal organs. But that didn't make sense either. If her meridians had not been properly recuperating, they would have been in trouble by now. Why was she basically fine?
Besides, no matter what, she refused to believe that Zong Yue would harm her. Wasn't he doing this to protect her? If she hadn't successfully advanced and integrated during the True Martial Arts Meet, wouldn't she have lost long ago?
The room was silent. Everyone was breathing heavily as they looked at Zong Yue. Zong Yue, on the other hand, gradually calmed down. After a while, he actually laughed. "Yes, Zhangsun Wuji. I admit that you're right, but how do you know that I don't have a solution?"
"I know that Mr. Zong has nothing to fear and must have a solution in mind. I know that Mr. Zong has never harmed Fuyao, so I've had my doubts for a long time but never brought it up." Zhangsun Wuji raised his head to look at the swaying flowers outside the window, his eyes filled with warmth. After a while, he said softly, "But Mr. Zong, no matter what, this method is still risky. What if something happens to Fuyao and you're not around? What should we do then? I can't feel at ease putting Fuyao in danger. "
"If Fuyao doesn't have strong enough martial arts, it'll be even more unsettling!" Zong Yue immediately retorted. "With that temper of hers, she's always stirred up trouble and risked her life to get injured. If we wait for her to stop and recuperate and cultivate step by step, how will she have enough strength to deal with danger again and again? Moreover, she's still controlling herself well and hasn't had any problems. Even the method I've prepared hasn't been used yet — "He suddenly stopped and slowly widened his eyes. This man who had always been gentle and calm but had a venomous tongue, for the first time revealed an expression of shock and understanding." It's you — it's you — "
Zhangsun Wuji immediately interrupted him and walked out. When he passed by Zong Yue, he suddenly tilted his head and said, "I just don't understand. Mr. Zong has always been calm. Why are you so anxious about this matter?"
These clear and light words were like a bolt of lightning striking Zong Yue's head. He actually froze just like that, frozen under the illumination of the room full of lanterns. His expression changed again and again, finally turning a ghastly green. Within that green, white began to appear, and a thin layer of frost covered his face. Under the illumination of the lanterns, he looked like a paper man that had suddenly been blown away by the wind.
The room was filled with silence. No one knew what Zhangsun Wuji's indifferent words had touched on Zong Yue's sore spot. It was only when Ya Lanzhu tugged at her sleeve that she regained her senses. No matter what, this quarrel had started because of her, so she had the responsibility to stop it.
She gently walked over and pulled Zong Yue, saying in a low voice, "I know you have good intentions …"
Zong Yue suddenly flicked his sleeve and forcefully pushed her away. He used so much force that she was caught off guard and took three steps back. Yun Hen and Ya Lanzhu both came forward to help her up. Yun Hen angrily said, "Mr. Zong, why must you vent your anger on Fuyao?!"
Tie Cheng, who was guarding outside the window, did not say a word and jumped in with his knife. Meng Fuyao shouted, "Stop, stop!" Zong Yue had already flicked his sleeve again, causing Tie Cheng to stagger. The knife flew out of his hand and stabbed into the stool, almost stabbing Ya Lanzhu. Another round of chaos ensued.
However, Zong Yue had already flown out of the window. His snow-white figure was like a frosted willow leaf, lightly but swiftly crossing the vast sky and disappearing into the melted moonlight.
Meng Fuyao chased after him, but he was already gone. She paused, not knowing how a good meal had ended up like this. When she turned around, she saw that Lord Ingot had not left and was squatting on the ground, glaring at her.
She looked at him, and he looked back at her. Meng Fuyao took a few steps to the left, intending to go around him. Lord Ingot immediately moved to the left as well. She moved to the right, and Lord Ingot immediately moved to the right as well.
In short, it was determined to block Fuyao's path, determined to let her see its presence, determined to let her see its pure and innocent gaze, which would then give rise to a sense of guilt towards its master. One must know that a shameless creature like Fuyao would not know the meaning of shame without a reminder.
Finally, Fuyao could not bear it any longer and sent him flying with a kick.
She then took large strides towards Zhangsun Wuji's residence. She went down a secret passage in one of the rooms in the third courtyard, then went through another secret passage and entered another courtyard … So troublesome.
A true warrior must have the courage to face their own mistakes. She, Fuyao, had always been a female warrior.
She walked in without knocking. Zhangsun Wuji seemed to be asleep. There was no light in the room, so she could only vaguely make out the outline of the person on the bed. He seemed to be sleeping on his side, with his elbow as a pillow. His breathing was serene, and the room was filled with his long, intoxicating breaths. Meng Fuyao also calmed down. She stood quietly in the dark, listening to the man's breathing. All she felt was tranquility and peace.
She suddenly smiled faintly. She felt that it was not important whether she explained or apologized. No matter what, Zhangsun Wuji knew her, and she also knew Zhangsun Wuji. What else could she say?
She turned around and quietly walked out.
Suddenly, a lazy voice came from behind her. "Intruding into someone's bedroom in the middle of the night and leaving without doing anything?"
Fuyao turned around and smiled. "Beauty, I can't bear to destroy a flower." She patted her butt and prepared to leave. Suddenly, the guy's tone became gloomy, and he sighed softly.
A sigh bound Fuyao's footsteps like a chain. She placed her hands on the door frame and, with great difficulty, turned her head, one foot outside the door, the other inside.
Zhangsun Wuji flipped over on the bed and reached out to her. "Come, let me hug you."
Fuyao broke into a run.
"Can't a person you've wronged want a comforting hug?"
Fuyao staggered … Why was there someone who was so good at using the strategy of a resentful woman? Also, Fuyao, why did you have to have such a conscience?
Zhangsun Wuji waved his hand, and with a surge of gentle strength, he dragged the conscienceless guy in front of him and hugged him. He raised his hand to remove Fuyao's hairpin, and her glossy black hair spilled all over her body and the bed.
Zhangsun Wuji buried his head in her hair, satisfied and silent for a while before asking in a low voice, "Why did you think of coming here?"
Fuyao struggled to answer, "Yuan Bao forced me to come."
"Oh? You didn't even think of coming? "Zhangsun Wuji laughed, his gaze gentle like a flower that was about to bloom in the dark.
"I just wanted to ask you," Fuyao said, finally able to breathe. She raised her head and took a deep breath. "Is the reason why I'm fine because you've been helping me nurse my meridians all this time?"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled but didn't answer. He just slowly picked up her hair and smoothed out a small bunch of tangled hair with his fingers. He said, "Please comb your hair before you tie it up. Look at you, your hair is knotted after it's scattered."
Fuyao bit her lip and looked at the guy who had never admitted to doing anything for her. Her eyes felt a little warm. His complexion had not been good lately, and he always looked haggard. She had thought that it was because he was busy with national affairs, but it turned out to be because of her.
But how could merely nursing and protecting her meridians make him so tired?
Fuyao frowned. Just as she was about to ask something, a deep and melodious music came from afar.
The tune was ancient and sad, and the timbre was simple and mellow. It had a simple beauty to it, like the wind blowing through the snow on the ancient road. Snowflakes from the Yin Mountain blew against one's face. Everywhere one looked, one could see the boundless desert and the same color of heaven and earth. At that moment, one recalled the warmth of Jiangnan, the willows of Huai River, the swallows of Xie Family, the small bridge, and the falling peach blossoms.
The music was neither a flute nor a flute. It was different from the clarity of a flute or the brightness of a flute, but it had a unique taste. It was like bitter tea in the mouth, but after tasting it for a long time, one would taste the vicissitudes of life. It lingered on one's tongue and went straight to the bottom of one's heart, reminding one of the ups and downs of fate and life.
The two of them hugged each other and listened quietly. When the song ended, Fuyao's eyes were already slightly wet.
She murmured, "Xun … I actually heard a xun song with my own ears …"
Zhangsun Wuji seemed to be deep in thought. Suddenly, he gave her a light push and said, "Go."
Fuyao got up, smiled at him, and walked straight out. Following the sound, she passed through the courtyard and across the garden to a pavilion. At the top of the pavilion, a man in a snow-white robe was blowing an xun to the moon. The ancient xun with golden-red cloud and dragon patterns was in his palm, flickering with a gorgeous and profound divine light that had been accumulated over the years.
His white robe hung on the eaves of the pavilion, fluttering silently like a swallow. It was as if he had buried some long-buried thoughts in his heart and was trying to express them through certain gestures.
Fuyao leaped to the top of the pavilion and quietly sat down beside him. She unintentionally turned her head, and Zong Yue immediately turned his head as well. However, in that instant, Fuyao actually caught a glimpse of the reflection of the moon on his cheek.
Was that … a tear?
Fuyao's heart skipped a beat. Zong Yue was actually crying?
She had never thought that she would see this gentle man cry in this lifetime.
Zong Yue spoke quietly.
He said,
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