The Fallen Dragon Platform finally had its fill of the Dragon Son's blood. It regained its tranquility in the autumn rain. The executioner reported to Zhan Nancheng. Naturally, Zhan Nancheng had already heard about how Fuyao had sent Zhan Beiheng on his way. Not only was he not unhappy, but he was also relieved — this kid was not a cold-hearted person after all.
Meng Fuyao looked at him coldly and sneered. 'It's just the scheming of an emperor. I've always been by the side of the future emperor. I've never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run.' 'I'm not good enough to deal with that guy, but I'm more than enough to deal with you.'
She rode her horse home. From the palace to her residence, she had to pass through a purple bamboo forest. It was the only secluded place in the city center. Thousands of purple bamboos swayed in the wind and rain, producing a clear and melodious sound. Meng Fuyao leisurely listened as she rode along the bamboo forest path. "This is probably the only place in the entire Wind and Rain Capital that's as peaceful as before."
There was no reply. She frowned. Tie Cheng didn't like to talk, so shouldn't Yao Xun join in the fun? 'This guy is the most shameless and flattering.'
She looked up and saw a bamboo leaf in front of her. Fine dew droplets rolled over it, and the light disappeared in a flash, revealing a pink shadow.
Suddenly, she dashed out.
She clapped her hands and flew off the horse without looking back. As she rushed forward, the bamboo leaves around her suddenly shot backwards with a "shua" sound!
Halfway through, the bamboo leaves snapped and shot back with a swoosh. Thousands of knives and needles were aimed at Fuyao's back.
Like a swimming fish, Meng Fuyao dodged the bamboo blade with a twist of her body. She stretched out her hand and caught the bamboo blade in the air, allowing the pale green and yellow leaves to float in her palm. She smiled at the pink ball and said, "Taiyan, didn't anyone teach you that men and women shouldn't touch each other?"
Tai Yan popped her head out from behind the stiff Yao Xun. Her fair face was flushed, and her hair was combed into an old-fashioned bun. No matter how one looked at it, it did not match her. She frowned at Fuyao and said, "To me, men and women in this world are all the same.
"Is that so?" Fuyao exclaimed. "Tai Yan, don't tell me you're hugging an ant's waist and can't lean on its shoulder? You're so petite. "
Tai Yan's bright eyes glanced at her and said, "Are you scolding me? Didn't anyone tell you what the price for insulting me is? Also, saying that I'm not as tall as him? If I kill him, won't he be shorter than me? "
She immediately drew her saber!
Just as Tai Yan was about to say 'I'll kill him', Meng Fuyao had already unsheathed her Heaven Piercing Saber. With a flash of black light, it flew straight towards Tai Yan.
Tai Yan only snorted coldly and raised her hand to receive the saber. Unexpectedly, the saber turned in mid-air and changed its direction, slashing towards the horse's leg. The saber's hilt knocked on the horse's leg and the horse knelt on the ground with a miserable neigh. Tai Yan did not guard against the saber's feint and her body immediately tilted.
Her reflexes were naturally superb. With a tilt, she was already in the air, but her hand did not let go of Yao Xun. Meng Fuyao raised her hand and quickly stuck something on top of a purple bamboo. Tai Yan wanted to take a look, but she was too short and could not see it. She could only step on Yao Xun's body and fly up again. The moment she was in the air, she felt the sound of wind brushing past her feet. Meng Fuyao had already lowered her head and rushed over to catch Yao Xun.
Tai Yan raised her head to look at the stuck purple bamboo, only to discover that it was actually a toothpick. Her face turned purple. She flipped over and stood on a thin bamboo leaf. With an expression that did not match her appearance, she stared at Meng Fuyao and said, "You're very crafty, but in a fight between experts, trickery is not the only thing that matters."
Meng Fuyao looked at her with a grin. Although this midget's martial arts were high, it was obvious that she lacked battle experience. Based on her healing injuries and her current Cleaving Nine Heavens skill, it would not be difficult for her to fight to a draw.
Besides, why did she have to fight with her? Why couldn't she make use of her "whatever Zhangsun Wuji wants to do, I will definitely destroy it" temperament of hers?
"What are you trying to do by blocking the way?" Meng Fuyao laughed. "Kill me? Slap me again? Then why are you spouting so much nonsense? "
"Why would I kill you?" Tai Yan was expressionless. "I'm from the orthodox sect, different from Zhangsun Wuji. If you're not an enemy of the sect, I won't kill you."
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed. Tai Yan continued, "I'm just asking you to bring a message to Zhangsun Wuji. Master has something to ask him. Tell him to listen carefully."
Meng Fuyao was puzzled and asked in surprise, "His master is here?"
"No."
"Then how will he listen?"
"Just bring it to him," Tai Yan said impatiently.
"Why don't you go yourself?" Meng Fuyao did not care about her impatience.
Tai Yan was silent, her eyes hazy. After a while, she said, "If you ask one more question, I'll really kill you."
"Fine, I won't ask." Meng Fuyao shrugged. "Lady Tai Yan, please focus on your cultivation and wait to kill Zhangsun Wuji. Don't ruin our plans. Kill me if you want to, but don't disturb His Majesty when I'm in the palace. He's someone I have to protect."
"Since when did you have the right to order me around?" Tai Yan retorted. She turned around and walked away. After a few steps, she suddenly turned back and said, "You probably think that you'll be Zhangsun Wuji's empress, don't you?" She looked at Fuyao with a strange expression. Her gaze was deep and cold, like a piece of jade sinking into the abyss, and it pierced right into Fuyao's eyes.
"You're so pitiful," she said.
Meng Fuyao was confused by her gaze. Pointing at her nose, she said, "Me? Pitiful? "
Tai Yan looked at her indifferently and disappeared in a flash, leaving Meng Fuyao staring at the sky in shock. Suddenly, the sound of bamboo leaves rustling could be heard from behind, along with a faint fragrance. Meng Fuyao did not turn around. "You're here to pick me up again. I'm not a child. Besides, I'm not doing well."
Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "Children are more worry-free than you are."
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes. "You heard what he said just now. What did he mean?"
Zhangsun Wuji did not reply. His breath was heavy in the rain, and the bamboo forest was getting colder and colder. He seemed to be preoccupied today. After a while, he pulled Meng Fuyao into his arms and whispered, "Fuyao, when can we work in the same direction?"
Fuyao raised her head to look at him. The light in his eyes was extinguished, and his light purple brocade robe reflected the deep purple bamboo leaves, making him look blurry and mottled. Fuyao pressed against his chest and felt that his breathing was somewhat unstable. Suddenly, she felt her heart sink. She did not know where the sweet smell of blood came from. She sighed faintly and said, "Zhangsun Wuji, give up."
Zhangsun Wuji's body stiffened, but he did not reply. Meng Fuyao thought for a while and said in a low voice, "Actually, Tai Yan doesn't seem to be too vicious. Her martial arts are also good, but her height … Sigh, I'll be relieved if there's a good girl who's worthy of you."
Zhangsun Wuji was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.
His laugh was different from his usual gentle and graceful self. It was cold and sharp. He flicked his sleeve and pushed Meng Fuyao away.
This was the first time he had pushed her away since they met.
She silently retreated without saying a word. She lowered her head and leaned against a purple bamboo, speechless.
"Meng Fuyao …" Zhangsun Wuji looked at her. "Are you going to make a mistake again? Weren't you sober enough the last time? Don't you understand that your 'consideration' now is the biggest insult to me? "
Meng Fuyao smiled bitterly and said after a while, "If I really wanted to make a mistake for you, I wouldn't have dealt with Buddha Lotus so viciously."
Zhangsun Wuji looked at her and smiled faintly. "Fuyao, no matter how unwilling I am, I've never stopped you from pursuing you. Please put yourself in my shoes and ignore my pursuit."
Meng Fuyao silently looked at the sky. 'You want me to ignore your pursuit … The problem is that I'm the one you're pursuing. Do you think I'm a blockhead with your affectionate touch and hug all day long? Blockheads can fall into quicksand, but a living person like me won't fall into your tender trap? You make it sound easy, but don't you know how hard it is for me to persevere? My teeth are sore from clenching, my bones are aching, my menstrual cycle is messed up, and even my hormones are low … Do you think it's easy for me? '
The man before her was submerged in the shadows of the secluded bamboo forest, noble and quiet, like an unshakable god … This was a god-like man, perfect and flawless. Even the warmth he gave was as solid as jade, and no one could find fault with him. Yes, he was not wrong, and he would never be wrong. Thus, she became the one in the wrong. She was heartless, cold, heartless, shameless, and cold … Meng Fuyao closed her eyes and suddenly felt extremely irritated. Why did she come here? Why did she have to meet him? Why did she have to sink into the mire of love and not love? Why did she have to feel guilty for rejecting him all day long? What was she feeling guilty about? Wasn't she the one who was hurt? She was in even more of a dilemma than he was, and all he had to do was ignore everything and chase after her. This was so unfair, so unfair … How could she put herself in his shoes?
She began to grind her teeth, an unexplainable evil rising from the bottom of her heart. Instead of suffering the torment of tenderness every day, why not end it once and for all? She would completely piss him off and let time slowly heal their wounds. That was the most humane way to deal with it. 'Isn't it just breaking up with him?' She had never been in love before, but she had watched plenty of soap operas. She knew what words could knock him down.
"Zhangsun Wuji, I hate your pursuit. Can you please disappear from my sight? I don't want to continue owing you and never be able to repay you. I don't want to carry on living in pain for the rest of my life, so please let me go and let yourself go. These are my heartfelt words, and I will only say this once in my life. Thank you, and I hope we never meet again."
'Cleaving the Nine Heavens is so good. Just look at that lung capacity, it's enough to make people tear up …' Meng Fuyao wiped away her tears of 'excitement', swung her arm hatefully, and turned to leave without even looking at Zhangsun Wuji's expression.
She walked forward with her head held high, her eyes bright. Her head was so high that it made people suspect that it was only to prevent some liquid from flowing out. Her steps were heavy, but she could not help but prick her ears to listen for any sound behind her. It was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, and not even the swaying of the purple bamboo could be heard. She wanted to turn back to see what expression he had on his face and what he was doing. However, she reached out and grabbed her neck tightly. She hugged her head as she walked to Tie Cheng and the rest, who were hiding in the bamboo forest. "Go!"
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew behind her.
An extremely thin stream swirled up from the bottom of her feet, carrying a thin leaf with it as it slowly floated to her feet.
Where did the wind come from?
On the other side of the bamboo forest …
Meng Fuyao turned her head abruptly. At the other end of the bamboo forest, on the tip of the deep purple bamboo leaves, a small pink figure appeared. With a cold smile, she stabbed Zhangsun Wuji's back with a flash of light in her hand.
She pounced over immediately.
She pounced so fiercely that she was like an angry leopard, a mad lion, or a tigress coming down the mountain. Everywhere she passed, the purple bamboo leaves fluttered, forming a dark purple silk curtain. In an instant, they were kneaded into a ball by the wind she passed by and thrown behind her. Before she even arrived, the tip of her black knife had already met the light green odd-shaped weapon with all her might. She tried so hard to reach it that her arm was stretched so hard that the sound of bones rubbing against each other could be heard. It sounded like a small explosion in the silent space.
'Damned Tai Yan! Zhangsun Wuji's reaction must be the slowest! '
In another direction, the secret guards were also pouncing over. However, Tai Yan waved her sleeves the moment she drew her sword. Within three feet, no one except Meng Fuyao could break through her Gang Qi and approach.
The green light was cold and piercing straight into his back. Zhangsun Wuji turned around and raised his finger to meet the light. However, both Tai Yan and Meng Fuyao could see that he was indeed one step too slow.
Meng Fuyao was also one step too slow. After all, she was too far away.
"Chi …"
The extremely soft sound of the weapon piercing into flesh sent chills down Meng Fuyao's spine.
Tai Yan's shrill laughter rang out at the same time. It was a mixture of insolence, relief, complacency, and sadness. She laughed, "I've finally won against you!" The sword tip in her palm stopped midway, but she fiercely flicked upwards!
That sword did not pierce into his back, but rather, it was going to cut open Zhangsun Wuji's spine!
The raised sword was as bright as a stream of electricity. It swept past the beads of blood and cut open the skin without hesitation. Just as it was about to cut down without any hindrance, the sword suddenly stopped.
Meng Fuyao's palm blocked the sword's blade.
Blood dripped from her palm and flowed down the groove of the sword, into the wound on Zhangsun Wuji's back. Their blood mixed together and slowly dripped onto the ground covered in dark purple leaves.
Meng Fuyao's expression did not change. She stretched out her fingers to pinch the tip of Tai Yan's sword in an attempt to break it. However, she did not know what material the sword was made of. It was extremely slippery, and as her hand slipped, another wound appeared.
She was so furious that she did not even bother to pinch the sword. Instead, she rushed forward and slammed her shoulder into the sword. She wanted to use her shoulder to knock away the sword that was still on Zhangsun Wuji's back.
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly reached out and pulled her body away. With a twist of his fingers, he spun her behind him. This movement caused the sword that had yet to be removed to penetrate deeper into his back. Blood gushed out, and his light purple robe immediately turned dark purple. Tai Yan's hand trembled, and her eyes became dazed. Zhangsun Wuji had already flicked his sleeves.
He flicked his sleeves, and the silk robe instantly became as hard as a board. It was heavy and solid, and it was thrown onto the sword. A strange vibration was felt, and Tai Yan's hand went limp. She involuntarily let go of the sword. Zhangsun Wuji pulled out the sword and raised his hand. The sword light was like lightning. It was not aimed at her vital parts, but at a pond not far away.
Tai Yan flipped in mid-air and hurriedly caught the sword given to her by her master. The sword hit a stone by the side of the pond and suddenly shot back at an even faster speed. Tai Yan quickly dodged it and reached out to grab the sword again. Halfway through, she suddenly froze.
Zhangsun Wuji's finger was already pressed between her eyebrows.
His hand was covered in blood, and there was a deep red finger mark between his eyebrows. It made Tae Yeon's face look like a child of wealth. However, her eyes were definitely not greedy. There was even fear in them. She looked at the finger in horror and hissed, "You dare to use a forbidden technique on me — —"
"You've forgotten again. Apart from sealing your memories, the Heaven Flipping Finger can also leave a lifelong mark on you." Zhangsun Wuji looked at her calmly. Looking at Tai Yan's ashen face, he pressed his finger down and pushed her away. "I think this is the most suitable punishment for you!"
Tai Yan flipped over the purple bamboo leaf and hurriedly wiped her forehead with her hand. She wiped off the blood, but the finger mark on her forehead was not wiped off. The bright red mark was embedded there, and it looked very funny.
Tai Yan's face turned pale, and tears almost flowed out of her eyes. She stomped her feet and turned to leave in anger. Meng Fuyao could not care less about her. She rushed over like the wind and hugged Zhangsun Wuji, searching his body anxiously. "How are you? How are you …"
She touched Zhangsun Wuji's back, and her hand was stained with blood. It was so bright that it was shocking. She was so shocked that her voice changed. Her lips trembled, and she frantically tore off her own clothes to wrap him up, but her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't tear the cloth. She felt that Zhangsun Wuji's body was a little weak, so she quickly sat down with him in her arms. She went to tear off her clothes again, but Zhangsun Wuji suddenly reached out and pressed down on her hand.
His palm was slightly cold, and there was some red blood on it. His gesture was still as gentle as ever. He gently moved her hand away and used it to wipe her face. A sparkling and translucent liquid flowed down his finger and dyed the blood on her hand a light pink. She stared at his finger in a daze and used the back of her hand to touch the corner of her eye. Only then did she realize that her face had been covered in tears.
This realization made her heart ache. It turned out that human emotions could betray one's will. No matter how hard one tried to hold on, one would still cry when one was in pain. She looked at her own tears in a daze. More tears flowed down her face, and she threw herself into Zhangsun Wuji's arms and cried loudly.
"It's my fault, it's my fault … I don't know what's wrong with me … I suddenly lost my soul and said those words … It's my fault … Hit me, hit me, hit me …"
As she cried, she used her hand to block the wound, desperately looking for medicine in her own bosom and in Zhangsun Wuji's bosom, carelessly shoving those precious pills into Zhangsun Wuji's mouth. The wound that her palm touched seemed to cut her heart at the same time, cutting her heart until it was covered with wounds, those wounds were also bleeding, the badly mutilated flesh wrapped around her heart, causing her heart to beat so fast and so slowly, she almost couldn't find where her heart was.
However, Zhangsun Wuji laughed softly in her embrace. He brought the finger that was stained with her tears to his lips, as if he was tasting the slight saltiness of the tears. He then raised his hand and stroked her hair. He closed his eyes tiredly and said, "Let me sleep for a while …"
Her trembling hand touched Zhangsun Wuji's meridian, but she couldn't feel it even after touching it several times. Finally, she felt it, and then she let out a long breath and collapsed on the ground. She silently collapsed on the damp purple bamboo leaves on the ground, suddenly scared out of her wits, she didn't know what she should do.
A secret guard came over and tried to carry Zhangsun Wuji, but she had already regained her composure. She pushed him away and said, "Let me do it."
'It's my fault, let me do it.'
= = =
Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao fell into a cold war.
Actually, that wasn't quite accurate. It should be said that Meng Fuyao didn't have the face to see Zhangsun Wuji, so the two of them didn't meet.
Every day, she would lie on the eaves, drink, and sing nonsensical songs to the moon. When she was drunk, she would sleep on the roof tiles. In the middle of the night, she would flip over and kick off a few roof tiles. Zhangsun Wuji was recuperating. He was seriously injured and needed to rest. Zong Yue and Yun Hen couldn't control her. Even Zhangsun Wuji's beloved pet had its eyes on its forehead recently, completely ignoring Meng Fuyao.
Every day, Meng Fuyao would drink and think about it. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was something wrong with what happened that day. Her sudden evil thoughts were also not right. Although those thoughts were real and had been suppressed in her heart for a long time, that kind of evil outburst was not something that she, who was still calm, would do unless there was a trigger. What trigger? It couldn't have been Zhangsun Wuji's words. The problem must have been with Tai Yan.
She thought about it carefully. All her doubts were fixed on the look in Tai Yan's eyes when she said those last words to her. She felt that it was strange at that time, but after thinking about it, she felt that something was wrong. Wasn't Zhangsun Wuji's martial arts focused on mind control? Did Tai Yan do something to him at that time?
That was why Tai Yan had strangely intercepted her halfway but had not made a move. She had only wanted to control part of her mind and make her lower her guard. Then, she would use her to attack Zhangsun Wuji and then take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. She should have thought of this long ago. How could Tai Yan not be scheming against a sect that could cultivate someone like Zhangsun Wuji? She was too stupid. She thought that her lack of battle experience meant that her intelligence was low. She was really a hopeless pig!
Little Pig Meng figured out all the details, but she felt that it was useless. How could she forget about the hole in Zhangsun Wuji's back? She caused him to get hurt … She caused him to get hurt … Thinking about it made her want to cut herself off from the people. Was the most important reason for her existence to cause him to get hurt both physically and mentally?
Meng Fuyao looked at the moon sadly and lazily toasted her again. "Chang 'e, you bastard. Who asked you to run? Who asked you to run to the moon? Who asked you to travel through time? You can't go back anymore, can you? You can't go back, and you even caused Zhu Bajie to go from a marshal to a monk. Don't you know that? "
"What are you talking about?" Someone sat down beside her and snatched her wine pot. She took a sip and laughed. "You've finished all the wine in the house. Now I have nothing to drink."
"Home?" Meng Fuyao murmured, her eyes lifeless. "I don't have a home."
"Meng Fuyao, home is where your heart is." Ya Lanzhu turned her head, her eyes as bright as two black pearls. "Your home is here."
"Pfft …" Meng Fuyao gave her a fierce smile.
"I knew you wouldn't admit it." Ya Lanzhu shook her head helplessly. "I don't know who was the one who barged into the house a few days ago with Zhangsun Wuji covered in blood and shouted 'Zong Yue, Zong Yue'. It scared me half to death. I thought the two of you had died for love. Meng Fuyao, I should have found an artist to draw you like that. Let's see if you can still be so stubborn."
Meng Fuyao fell silent. After a while, she tucked her head into her pants and pulled her hair out.
"Damn it, I'm so conflicted …"
"Conflicted your head." Ya Lanzhu knocked her with the wine pot. "You told me to live in the moment, remember? Live in the moment! "
"If I live in the moment, I'll only cause others to live in the past …" Meng Fuyao continued to howl.
Ya Lanzhu could not take it anymore. She kicked a hole in the roof and kicked Meng Fuyao down.
A rumbling sound was heard, mixed with curses. Then, everything quieted down, as if the mouth that was cursing had been blocked.
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