The man turned around and gazed at her from afar. The sunset glow illuminated his elegant and noble silhouette on the summit of the verdant forest.
She started to feel itchy all over. She touched her hair, her clothes, her eyebrows, and all sorts of little things …
The man approached her, smiling at her habit of doing little things whenever she felt uneasy. He lightly weighed the white deer in his palm and said, "Only the empress has the right to chase the deer of the Central Plains." He raised both his hands, as if offering the deer to the man.
Meng Fuyao's scalp went numb. She quickly recovered from her frozen state. She recalled that the man in front of her was venomous and had most likely come bearing a grudge. If she did not want to be attacked and taken over as the commander-in-chief, she had to retreat quickly.
"The deer of the Central Plains should be cooked together." Meng Fuyao smiled and began to retreat. "Please skin it, Crown Prince, and find some firewood."
Just as she was about to slip away, the person in front of her raised his hand and the sound of branches breaking could be heard. Immediately, countless broken branches fell from behind her and quickly piled up into a layer, completely blocking her path of retreat.
"The firewood is here, Your Majesty." The man smiled calmly and respectfully. He waved his hand. "Feel free to choose."
Meng Fuyao sighed. "This firewood is as thick as a pig's waist and as tall as an elephant. It can definitely be used as the beam of Chengming Palace. It's a pity to use it to roast deer."
"To be picked up by Your Majesty personally, lit up, and roasted into the belly of Your Majesty is a blessing from three lifetimes. It's better than being used as a palace beam," Zhangsun Wuji replied. "No matter what, it's better to pick it up than to throw it away."
"…"
A pun! Someone was playing with a pun again. Who was thrown away? He was the one who threw it away, alright? Why was it that he was always the one who complained first? Why was he always the one to complain? Why was she always the one to feel guilty when they reunited?
She angrily put her hands on her hips, raised her head, and roared, "I!!!"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled at her, his eyes as warm as jade.
"Go pick up firewood …"
She hopped off the horse with her tail between her legs. Before she could even bend over, her vision darkened. The next moment, she found herself in a warm embrace that she had not felt for a long time.
That person's breath was still that exotic fragrance, but it seemed to be a little stronger. The fragrance also carried a bit of snow-like coldness, like a piece of ambergris that had sunk at the bottom of the ice sea for a long time, quietly luxurious and refreshing. But his embrace was hot, like the warm sun of spring, the room was bright yellow.
She sighed and leaned on his shoulder, not saying a word.
She heard him say, "When will you be a little more obedient?"
"I'm always obedient," Meng Fuyao answered shamelessly.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled helplessly and gently pressed his forehead against hers. Suddenly, he felt that the touch was unreal, so he reached out and took off her mask before rubbing his forehead satisfactorily.
He pressed his forehead against hers, feeling the smoothness of each other's skin. His long eyelashes brushed past the tips of his brows, tickling him so much that he wanted to laugh. However, he did not want to ruin this rare moment of warmth and tranquility. Both of them closed their eyes and remained motionless. They could only vaguely hear each other's breathing. Perhaps it was the winter evening wind sweeping through the treetops, bringing over the noise of people searching for Meng Fuyao from afar. Perhaps it was the sound of tired birds returning to their nests, calling out hoarsely and delightedly, illuminating the beautiful sunset.
After a long time, Meng Fuyao closed her eyes and patted his shoulder. "What's wrong with your body? It seems to have gotten thinner. Did your master starve you? "
"Not just hungry." Zhangsun Wuji chuckled. "He even punished me to kneel and got beaten …"
"Really?" She suddenly opened her eyes, looking panicked.
"I'm lying. You're getting dumber the longer you live." Zhangsun Wuji's fingertip gently brushed past her parted lips. "Do I look like someone who would be punished to kneel?"
"That's true." Meng Fuyao let out a sigh of relief and laughed. Really, this person lied without a draft, making her heart beat for nothing. Why didn't he think about how sly, black-bellied, and talented he was? Which master wouldn't cherish him and hope that he would bring glory to the sect? How could they bear to lay a finger on him?
She glared at Zhangsun Wuji. "You lied to me! I curse you to only download 99% of the files! "
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and did not ask what she meant. He only gently stroked her, messing up her already loose hair.
Meng Fuyao only glared at him symbolically. She felt that there was something strange in his eyes, but she could not put her finger on it. Suddenly, she felt something in her sleeves moving with all its might. Only then did she remember the black rabbit version of Lord Ingot.
'Uh … I can't let Zhangsun Wuji see what Lord Ingot looks like now!
It's immoral to let the pet's original owner see it being destroyed! '
She stuffed Lord Ingot into her sleeves, and Lord Ingot arched and arched … "Creak, creak! Squeak! Squeak squeak squeak squeak! "
"Let's go somewhere else," Zhangsun Wuji suddenly said.
"Huh?"
Before Meng Fuyao could react, Lord Ingot slipped out of her collar and hugged her neck. He turned around and smiled at Zhangsun Wuji seductively.
Meng Fuyao touched her inner robe, cold sweat dripping down her forehead … Someone who had been instigated to commit a crime had bitten a big hole in it …
The devastatingly beautiful Lord Ingot was squatting on Meng Fuyao's shoulder, his black fur fluttering in the wind. His posture was very Titanic, and his expression was very Lewinsky.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at his pet, which had completely changed. After a while, he said, "I never knew that you and the black pearl were twins."
Lord Ingot had broken down. This was the most tragic comment he had ever received in his life …
Meng Fuyao smiled sheepishly and returned the pet, who was still crying tears of complaint, with both hands. "Well … you said that I can't show his original ability, so I changed his appearance …"
Zhangsun Wuji sighed. "Easy, it's a work of art that makes one's hair stand on end."
Lord Ingot angrily looked around for water … Who told him that he was born to be black? The effect of his black fur could not be compared to the black pearl. The black pearl was like a little girl who had crawled out of a stove to keep the fire. On the other hand, Lord Ingot was born to be black. He had the charm of the night and the nobility of innocence. He was both charming and pure. He was both a loli and a mature woman. With his pure temperament and seductive figure, he vividly embodied the mystery, nobility, and temptation of the color black …
Meng Fuyao watched Lord Ingot take a cold shower without any shame. She stuck her head out of the mountain and looked down. "Huh? Those stupid pigs still can't find me? Aiya, why did it go that way? "
Zhangsun Wuji hugged her and sat down comfortably on the pile of leaves. "You want to go back so badly? Is being an empress addictive? "
"Only a ghost would." Meng Fuyao snorted. "It's the most boring job in the world."
"I'll let you rehearse it first," Zhangsun Wuji said thoughtfully. "I pity the imperial concubines of Emperor Xuanyuan."
Meng Fuyao laughed and lay down on the pile of leaves. She put her arms under her head and said lazily, "Instead of spending so much time fighting, why not learn more survival skills? I'm doing it for their own good."
"It's enough that you've tortured the imperial concubines of a nation." Zhangsun Wuji carefully searched around him and picked a blade of grass. He began weaving it with his nimble fingers. "I won't give you the chance to torture others in the future."
Meng Fuyao was stunned. She suddenly understood what he meant. Did he mean that if he made her empress, there would be no more imperial concubines to torture her?
Meng Fuyao thought about it and felt that it was a distant and illusory promise. It was better to pretend that she hadn't heard it.
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly turned around and gently and rudely took off the Golden Phoenix Pearl Earring that represented her status. As an empress, it was inexcusable not to wear earrings. Meng Fuyao sacrificed herself to get her ears pierced. She would normally not wear any other jewelry, but she was too lazy to move the earring up and down. Now, she had attracted some attention.
Meng Fuyao thought that Zhangsun Wuji would let her keep the earring, but with a flick of his finger, the priceless jewel earring streaked across the air in a red arc and was flung to some corner. Meng Fuyao could not save it in time and cried out, "What a pity! What a pity! Ten years of food expenses for ordinary people! "
Zhangsun Wuji raised his eyebrows and smiled. "My handmade earrings are the real priceless ones," he said lazily. He turned around and gently grabbed her earlobe. Meng Fuyao felt that his gesture was gentle, as if he was putting something through her ear hole. The soft, thin leaves brushed against her earlobe, tickling her. She laughed. "What ugly thing?"
Zhangsun Wuji spread out his palm, revealing a small leaf "earring" in his white palm. The tender green and flexible stem formed a round circle, with three light green buds arranged in a row at the end. Each bud was bigger than the other, but the biggest one was only as big as a pearl. On each jade-like bud, a complicated and exquisite pattern was pricked by a finer needle. As the sunlight faintly penetrated through, the tender leaves shone like broken gold, which had a noble and gorgeous beauty in its simplicity. Under the bud, a curly beard was slightly cut out by the dexterous fingers, which had the same shape and length, curled up beautifully under the bud, trembling pitifully in the wind.
The stem ring was tender green, the bud was light green, and the tendril was white. It was a seamless gradual change of color, an exquisite and natural design, and exquisite craftsmanship and thought.
Meng Fuyao let out an 'uh', thinking, 'Is this person in front of me still human? Life is meant to destroy people's self-confidence. Why the hell is he so gifted in such meticulous craftsmanship? An earring made from an ordinary stem and leaf could make the top jewelry designers in her previous life die of shame. '
It was indeed priceless. In comparison, the luxurious Golden Phoenix Holding Pearl should be thrown away …
Meng Fuyao stared at the earring, which was completely natural but glittering. She could not bear to wear such a cute thing on her ears and was about to take it off when Zhangsun Wuji smiled. He turned around and put the leaf earring on her as well.
He slept on her right side and put the left earring on her. Half of his body leaned in front of her, his black hair cascading down and brushing against her cheek. Meng Fuyao sniffed the fragrance of the cloud and snow again and felt a warmth on her lips. When Zhangsun Wuji turned around after putting the earring on her, his lips brushed against hers.
It was just a touch of warmth and softness that made Meng Fuyao shiver. Zhangsun Wuji held her face with a smile and carefully examined the pair of earrings. "This is the color and pattern that suits you best."
Meng Fuyao wrinkled her nose and laughed. "Narcissist, stingy fellow. You're a rich man, why didn't you give me gold, pearls, or jade?"
Zhangsun Wuji buried his face in the crook of her neck and carefully sniffed the natural fragrance of her skin. "I only gave you one of a kind," he said in a low voice.
Meng Fuyao was silent. She thought that after not seeing him for a few months, his ability to say sweet nothings had improved. Little Li's Flying Dagger had never been in vain. She could only be utterly defeated by Shangguan Jinhong. She raised her hand to touch the earring again. The soft touch went straight to the bottom of her heart. She did not know where the spring wind blew and the spring willow swayed, causing ripples of various sizes.
She solemnly stroked Zhangsun Wuji's hair and sighed. "The child is pitiful, lacking the love of friends. I will sacrifice myself …"
Zhangsun Wuji chuckled and flipped over. "Then sacrifice yourself to the end!"
Meng Fuyao rolled away. "Abbess, I refuse to comply even if I have to die."
Zhangsun Wuji raised his eyebrows. "Could it be that you are prettier than me?"
Meng Fuyao laughed, thinking that the Crown Prince, who was so busy every day, could actually remember the dirty joke she told Ingot. She turned around and saw Ingot squatting on the ground, looking at her with resentment. Her conscience struck her, and she put it in her bosom, ready to dry the human flesh. Zhangsun Wuji reached out and took it. "Let me."
Meng Fuyao sat up and looked down the mountain. "Strange, why are we getting further and further away?"
Zhangsun Wuji leisurely combed Lord Ingot's fur and casually replied, "The Imperial Garden is a forbidden area on Mount Lingzhu. Ordinary people naturally cannot enter and know that they cannot enter. However, it is also possible for some monarchs or envoys in the capital to go hunting or sightseeing to stumble into it."
Meng Fuyao blinked and came to a sudden realization. "Zhan Beiye?"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "And that famous little follower."
"Pearl is here too?" Meng Fuyao was elated. "A bunch of smelly cobblers gathering again."
But then, she realized that something was wrong and glared at him. "Are you up to something again? For example, luring the people looking for me to Zhan Beiye's place so that they can take the time to kidnap me? "
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and did not deny it. He looked into the distance and said, "The Han Emperor isn't stupid. He lured them to Ya Lanzhu's place."
Meng Fuyao held her forehead. "Poor Pearl …"
"Why don't you pity me?" Zhangsun Wuji hugged her and sighed. "Ever since I met you, my life has been non-stop."
Meng Fuyao pushed him. "Go back to Wuji. You haven't been there for a long time."
"I went back," Zhangsun Wuji said. "First to Wuji, then to Xuanyuan. I'm sorry, Fuyao, I can't completely abandon my responsibilities."
"What is there to apologize for? "The country is your responsibility as well. A man who knows how to take responsibility is a real man," Meng Fuyao answered honestly.
Zhangsun Wuji gazed at her with a smile and sighed. "Fuyao, sometimes you are too good, so good that it makes me proud and afraid …"
Proud that a woman like her should be allowed to soar and receive the admiration of the world, yet afraid that she would soar too high and too far, causing more people to chase after her uncontrollably.
Meng Fuyao only smiled and thought that there was no such thing as a perfect person in this world. There were only hearts that were exceptionally perfect because of mutual affinity.
"Let's go, they're almost here." She pushed Zhangsun Wuji. "Since you're here, you should know what I want to do. Whether you want to help or not, it's all up to you. Zong Yue is not Zhan Beiye, and I can't predict how his revenge will affect Wuji. So, please deal with Xuanyuan with the eyes of a politician and not because of me."
"I know." Zhangsun Wuji pecked her forehead and got up. "Remember, I'm here in Kunjing, by your side."
Meng Fuyao smiled and sat on the ground as she watched him get up and ride away. Golden light leaked out from the dense canopy, and the man's eyes shone with deep love. Meng Fuyao watched as his figure disappeared into the mist of dusk. Slowly, she took off the leaf earrings and carefully read the words engraved on the leaves against the setting sun.
It was a miniature engraving, a real miniature engraving. Meng Fuyao focused her eyes and saw the words engraved on the three leaves on the left: Meng Fuyao.
The three leaves on the right: Yuan Zhaoxu.
Meng Fuyao smiled faintly in the light of dusk and held the leaf earrings in her palm.
= = =
When the Xuanyuan imperial guards found the empress, she was squatting in the forest, using a knife to skin a deer.
Seeing the sweaty imperial guards, the empress wiped her sweat and raised the bloody knife. "This deer is good. Everyone will have meat to eat tonight."
Xuanyuan Min rushed over with a group of concubines. Meng Fuyao immediately offered a basin of deer blood to Concubine Xian, who was glued to Xuanyuan Min's side like a piece of candy. "Deer blood is the best for nourishing your beauty. Concubine Xian, do you want some too?"
The noble Concubine Xian looked at the basin of blood and then at Meng Fuyao, whose face was covered in blood and teeth. Without saying a word, she fainted.
This time, she really fainted.
Meng Fuyao gestured to the other concubines. Other than Tang Yiguang and Jian Xue, who drank a little, the rest avoided her. "Concubine Xian's health is not good. Concubine Yu, your tent is next to hers. Please take care of her," Meng Fuyao said.
Jian Xue quickly agreed and personally served Concubine Xian.
Xuanyuan Min pointed his whip to the front and said excitedly, "Empress, I heard that there are exotic beasts in the depths of Mount Spiritual Pearl. That white deer is one of them. You are from a big family in the Northern Lands, and I heard that you are good at riding and archery. Are you interested in competing with me?"
"Why not?" Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows. "We have six hours. Whoever has more prey wins!"
"Alright!" Xuanyuan Min rarely showed such heroism. He turned around and ordered the imperial guards, "No one is allowed to follow. Only little An Chunmei is allowed to follow. I want to have a fair battle with the empress!"
While the imperial guards were hesitating, Xuanyuan Min had already taken the lead and dashed out. Meng Fuyao quickly followed behind. The two of them were extremely fast and soon left the imperial guards behind. "What's wrong?" Meng Fuyao asked.
"Xuanyuan Cheng is going to make his move!" Xuanyuan Min smiled coldly. "I heard that he got a prescription from somewhere and his concubine is pregnant."
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao was stunned. She had heard from Xuanyuan Min that Xuanyuan Cheng's reproductive ability had long been destroyed by Zong Yue. How could there be a child in his concubine's belly now?
"I think he must have thought it through. No matter what, Xuanyuan Yun will never inherit his legacy, and he will never be able to wait until he has another child. The child in his concubine's belly is most likely a cover. When she gives birth in October, he will just carry a baby from his clan. What a coincidence." Xuanyuan Min bit his lower lip and sneered. "I just received news that his cousin's wife is also pregnant."
Meng Fuyao was silent. Xuanyuan Cheng had waited for so many years, but in the end, he still chose to use the most helpless method. Since he had decided to use this method to pass on his bloodline, he was determined to seize the throne.
"Looks like today's hunt won't be an easy one …" Meng Fuyao sighed as she cracked her whip. "The emperor and empress met with danger and both died? No wonder he didn't come. "
"That's why we can't stay in the camp anymore. There are enemies everywhere, and I can't inform my men to protect us. That would be equivalent to telling Xuanyuan Cheng who my men are. We can only hide. "
"Isn't it dangerous to come out? Anything can happen when you and I are hunting alone. "
"There's a mountain path in the depths of Mount Lingzhu that leads to the outside of the mountain. I don't know how Xuanyuan Cheng will assassinate us, but I'm sure it won't be a simple ambush, "Xuanyuan Min said.
Meng Fuyao listened in silence. She seemed to be listening attentively to the sound of the wind from afar. After a while, she turned around and exchanged glances with An Mei.
Xuanyuan Min frowned as well.
"It's not a simple ambush," Meng Fuyao said slowly.
She looked about her. It was late in the evening, and the trees were green. From their present position, she could vaguely make out the garments of knights and the leaping horses behind them. But no matter how fast they ran, they could not come near.
A formation.
A formation that used the mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon as its base, to lure people into it unknowingly.
Meng Fuyao sighed softly. "The Hidden Fog."
= = =
Everything in the mountains was a formation.
A rock might suddenly turn into a tree, a bird might suddenly turn into a flying rock, and a fallen tree might suddenly turn into a trap. The moment one fell into the trap, he would find that his feet were on solid ground, and a raging fire was burning above his head.
The moon seemed to be hanging brightly in the sky to guide the way, but following the direction of the moon would lead one to the abyss. Turning around, the moon would be on the other side. But at that time, the moon in that direction wouldn't seem safe either. Looking up again, the moon would be everywhere.
Chopping down a tree would lead to a snake's nest, and where the rings were dense, it would lead to a thicket of thorns.
There was also that damned fog. It didn't come in large patches, but it was like a piece of silk that had been torn into pieces. It would appear at the right time. For example, if you stepped into an abyss, that damned fog would definitely appear in front of you. Perhaps the moment you blocked the fog, you would miserably fall into the abyss.
That was how An Zi died. He took a step forward, but the flat ground in front of him suddenly turned into a cliff. He felt that something was wrong and subconsciously retreated, bumping into Xuanyuan Min who was behind him. In a moment of crisis, he reached out to grab him, and the two of them fell together. Then … Xuanyuan Min came up.
How did he get up? She didn't ask, and An Mei was expressionless. Whether it was An Zi sacrificing himself to send Xuanyuan Min up, or Xuanyuan Min sacrificing An Zi to step on An Mei, there was no need to pursue the matter.
Just like that, a life was quietly annihilated on this ordinary hillside.
Just because of the Hidden Fog, what was supposed to be a small hillside had been forcefully turned into a Hell Arena of Asura. Danger lurked at every step. Hidden behind the fog, even the most ordinary thing could be a fatal trap.
What was worse was that there was no pattern to this formation, and there was no such thing as the real thing being fake. After walking for a while, Meng Fuyao felt that she had grasped a pattern. She saw that there was a trap in front of her, and thought that it was too real. It had to be an illusion, and it would be safe to walk through it. But then, she stepped on nothing and was about to fall.
However, she was caught by a pair of strong hands.
Meng Fuyao looked up and saw An Mei's glass-like eyes. He had been walking beside her, separating her from Xuanyuan Min. She knew that he wasn't afraid that Xuanyuan Min would plot against her, but that he would use her as a stepping stone when he was in danger.
Seeing her grateful gaze, An Mei curled his lips. His smile was faint, but it was dark in the middle of the night. "Be careful."
In this dark night, everyone's expression was blurry. Only he was still gorgeous and clear, like a bright engraving engraved on obsidian. His usually somewhat hoarse and slightly cold voice was unexpectedly a bit mellow under the cover of the night. Just a few words, but it gave rise to a sense of warmth.
Meng Fuyao smiled and said, "You too."
The three of them walked until the latter half of the night. The more they walked, the more dizzy they became. They no longer knew where they were. Logically speaking, even if there were many obstacles along the way, they should have walked out of Mount Spiritual Pearl after such a long time. However, it felt like they were still walking in circles.
Depressed, Meng Fuyao slumped to the ground. "Don't walk anymore. If we don't move, we might be able to avoid danger."
"No way." An Mei pulled her up. "We must get out of here before Hidden Mist comes. She has only set up a formation and hasn't made a move yet. If she finds time to make a move, we'll all be doomed in this terrible environment."
"How's Hidden Mist's martial arts?" Meng Fuyao asked. "Just this mysterious formation alone is enough for her to look down on the world. Coupled with her good martial arts, who could be her match? Why is she only ranked eighth among the Ten Strongest? "
"She's congenitally deficient," An Mei said. "It's said that Hidden Mist is from Xuanyuan, and her parents are siblings with the same surname … In short, it's a taboo that few people know about." He carefully identified the sound of the wind. "We seem to be walking to the edge of a river."
Meng Fuyao also smelled the faint water vapor in the wind. She could also vaguely hear the sounds of fighting in the distance. It seemed like there was more than one place. She was startled. "Duel?"
Xuanyuan Min said, "Ning Dai River? We're at the edge of the Imperial Garden? "
Both of them were paying attention to different angles, but neither was wrong. As soon as they finished speaking, a silvery light flashed above their heads, and a vague silhouette flashed past. His speed was so fast that the airflow stirred up the thick fog in all directions. The fog seemed to have been cut open by a sharp blade. Then, a silhouette suddenly emerged from the thick fog opposite them.
He was dressed in black and had a fiery red totem on his sleeves. His eyebrows were furrowed as he struck with his saber. The saber created a strong gust of wind, and without any fancy moves, it was powerful enough to split Mount Hua!
Meng Fuyao shouted, "Zhan Beiye!"
But Zhan Beiye did not seem to hear her. His saber slashed down like a waterfall, and the snowy shadow was like a tidal wave with a bone-piercing chill. In an instant, the shining saber seemed to be right in front of Meng Fuyao's face. She even felt a chill on her forehead. Shocked, she quickly retreated!
"Watch out!"
It was still the An Mei who shouted. He stood still and extended his sleeve to wrap around Meng Fuyao's arm. Meng Fuyao stood up straight and kicked a stone with her boot. She could vaguely hear the stone rolling backward and landing in a cave. Then, she heard a strange crashing sound. She could not tell what was in the cave, but she could tell that it was not something good.
Meng Fuyao was still in shock. She rubbed her eyes and looked in the opposite direction. The thick fog returned, and Zhan Beiye was gone.
She asked in a daze, "Illusion?"
"No, it's a reflection. He should be nearby. The saber was aimed at the enemy just now, but it was reflected back to you by the Fog Concealment Formation. "
"How magical," Meng Fuyao murmured. Suddenly, she heard the wind behind her, and the sound of wings flapping could be heard everywhere. Then, she saw a flock of gray birds breaking through the thick fog and flying low. Their long beaks were sharp, and they lowered their heads to peck.
Meng Fuyao laughed angrily and scolded, "Even you dare to bully me!" With a turn of her body and a shake of her sleeves, the Heaven Piercing Sword had already made its move. The black light circled around the flock of birds like black silk, causing their gray feathers to fall like silk and blood to drip down like pearls. The birds shrieked and dodged, flying in a mess. The Heaven Piercing Sword was as fast as lightning, chasing after them relentlessly. Wherever it passed, there were bird corpses.
Xuanyuan Min looked at the saber in a daze. It was the first time he had seen Meng Fuyao in action. He looked at the saber and then at her, deep in thought. Meng Fuyao did not mind his expression. She smiled and was about to withdraw the Heaven Piercing Sword when her expression suddenly changed.
The birds had all fallen, but the Heaven Piercing Sword was gone!
Then, she heard a cry of surprise. "Fuyao!"
It was Zhan Beiye's voice. Meng Fuyao let out an "uh", knowing that retribution would come quickly. Not only had her saber been reflected, but even the saber had changed direction and was headed for him. The unlucky Great Han Emperor did not have a steady An Mei by his side, and he had suddenly seen her. Would this saber … kill him?
Meng Fuyao was worried and wanted to look for him, but An Mei said, "The formation is changing faster. We can't go any further. Don't touch anything and ignore all the illusions. Calm down and wait."
Helpless, Meng Fuyao kicked away the bird corpses on the ground. With a kick, the thick fog was broken. Suddenly, a figure flashed under her feet. It was a beautiful face, colorful and colorful. She was climbing up the 'mountain rock' under her feet, and behind her was a bottomless cliff.
"Pearl pearl!" Meng Fuyao cried out in surprise. She reached out to pull, but it was empty. Her hand suddenly touched something slippery, and it coiled around her body.
Meng Fuyao immediately slammed her wrist on the ground.
With a crack, the snake fell off, but it was too late. Meng Fuyao felt a slight numbness in her wrist, and when she retracted her hand, she saw two small holes on her wrist.
"Damn it!"
Meng Fuyao cursed. An Mei, who was beside her, turned around and saw the snake. His expression changed, and he snatched her wrist, tore off a piece of his sleeve, and tied it tightly around her elbow to prevent the poison from spreading. Without a word, he lowered his head and sucked on the snake's poison.
"I have snake medicine!" Meng Fuyao said. An Mei ignored her and spat out the poisoned blood. When the blood color faded, he took out the snake medicine and applied it on her wound. He also took out two green pills, one for each of them to eat.
Meng Fuyao looked at him. In the darkness, she seemed to notice that the corner of his mouth was slightly cracked. The powerful snake poison could cause ulcers in the oral cavity. "Aren't you going to get some water to rinse your mouth?" she asked worriedly.
An Mei shook his head. "We can't move now. This formation is connected to the heart of the Hidden Fog. Now is the most urgent time."
Meng Fuyao was a little worried. The snake poison seemed to be very strong. She moved quickly, and An Mei sucked quickly as well. However, she still felt a little dizzy. If An Mei came into direct contact with the snake poison and did not rinse his mouth, it would be very dangerous.
Meng Fuyao listened to the sound of water and felt that the water source was close at hand. She stood up and was about to look for it when An Mei shouted, "Don't go!"
Meng Fuyao shook her head without turning around. "Cut the crap!"
An Mei was so angry that his eyes turned purple. Xuanyuan Min had a strange look on his face. He glanced at her and then at her. Meng Fuyao was about to leave when Lord Ingot scuttled out and disappeared in a flash of white light.
Meng Fuyao was shocked and called out, "Rat, Rat …" She looked back at Xuanyuan Min. She had always been unwilling to reveal Lord Ingot in front of the Xuanyuan family. Now that Rat had come out on his own, it seemed like he was going to get some water.
Rat scuttled as fast as lightning and disappeared in the blink of an eye. She could only wait there. Fortunately, Rat was a radar detector that could detect danger. It should be useful for formations too, right? Meng Fuyao thought to herself uncertainly. She squatted there and sighed. She thought about Zhu Zhu. Did she fall off the cliff? Where did she fall? She had to think of a way to save her. Also, was Zhan Beiye killed by her? 'Sigh … what a bunch of unlucky kids …'
Another flash of white light. Lord Ingot had quickly returned. He was running upright, his claws holding a large leaf with liquid on it.
"Good Rat!" Meng Fuyao exclaimed. She took the leaf and passed it to An Mei. "Hurry up and rinse your mouth."
An Mei, on the other hand, stared at the leaves and frowned. Fuyao looked up and felt that the water was a little turbid. Even though the color of the green leaves could not be seen, it did not look like clear water. There was also a strange smell — which muddy pit did the rat get the water from?
Seeing An Mei's unwillingness to drink, Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows. "Rat risked his life and went through untold hardships to break through the enemy's pillbox and cross the frontline to get precious water for you. How dare you not drink it? You have no love for your comrades. You have let down the heroic souls of your comrades who risked their lives for you. You are too … "
An Mei raised her head and poured the 'water' into her mouth without another word.
She would rather drink dirty water than listen to Meng Fuyao's nagging …
Meng Fuyao beamed and said, "That's how it should be. Only those who suffer the most hardship can rise above others."
An Mei looked like she was about to vomit. She forced herself to rinse a few mouthfuls and turned around with a frown.
Meng Fuyao quietly asked Rat on her shoulder, "… Sir, are you going to get water or not? What is that thing? "
Lord Ingot squatted on her shoulder and bared his teeth in silence.
Ah, I won't tell you. You have to know that this water is also very precious. It clears away heat and detoxifies!
Lord Ingot's white hair fluttered in the wind as he revealed a wretched expression …
The three of them sat on the spot, listening to the strange sounds around them. In the distance, they did not know who was fighting in the fog. Even though they were separated by layers of formations, they could still feel the shocking commotion. Meng Fuyao raised her head and vaguely saw flashes of white light above the thick fog. The stars and moon in the sky could not be seen clearly, but the white light was still faintly discernible. It must be very bright. Meng Fuyao seemed to have seen something similar before, but could not recall who it was.
The thick fog broke, and Zhan Beiye appeared again with another dazzling and domineering knife. Meng Fuyao felt playful and waved her arm in the air. "Give me back my knife!"
In the blink of an eye, Zhan Beiye disappeared. Meng Fuyao retracted her hand and saw Ya Lanzhu again. She was still climbing with difficulty. For a moment, Meng Fuyao thought she saw something on top of the cliff she was climbing, but it disappeared in the next moment.
Meng Fuyao frowned. The twists and turns were making her nervous. The formation of the Hidden Fog Sect was unparalleled in the world. She did not even need to lift a finger and could use all natural objects to defend against the enemy. Who among them was not an expert? Unfortunately, they were trapped by a pile of grass, trees, and rocks.
She asked An Mei about the cliffs around them and described Ya Lanzhu's location. An Mei frowned and thought about it. "There are three cliffs that look similar, but we don't even know where we are. How can we find her?"
Meng Fuyao's mind was in a mess. She stomped her feet and prayed that Zhu Zhu would climb up the cliff. She also thought about how the strength of the Ten Strongest lay in the ability to see through nature. She had reached the sixth level of Cleaving Nine Heavens and was already a top-notch expert in the martial arts world. However, she had been beaten up everywhere she went. Yet, no matter how hard she trained, her true qi would be blocked at crucial moments. If she could not reach that realm, even if she could control the world, how would the Evergreen Temple be able to overcome her?
If all else failed, she could just summon troops and kill them!
Meng Fuyao's blood was boiling. She could not help but clench her fist and wave it violently. This wave caused the fog to flow, and her vision to darken and brighten again. It was Zhan Beiye again.
Meng Fuyao turned a blind eye and did not move. It was fake.
Zhan Beiye's eyes lit up when he saw her, and he reached out to grab her.
Meng Fuyao did not move. It was fake.
An Mei, who was meditating, suddenly opened her eyes and was about to stand up, but Zhan Beiye had already grabbed her.
Fuyao only felt that the hand on her arm was as hard as steel. It was as steady as a boulder, as if it would never let go again. That solid touch was obviously not fake. In a state of shock, she subconsciously let go. The thick fog rolled in front of her, and the scenery around her changed. She had already been grabbed by Zhan Bei.
The fog was still rolling and the wind was howling, but she was no longer in her previous position. Meng Fuyao glared at Zhan Beiye. "How did you find me? Drag them all over here. "
"That won't do," Zhan Beiye said in a low voice. "I've dealt with the Mist Hidden Sect before. Have you forgotten? Back in the Wuji Mountains, I was trapped by her for a long time and almost lost my life. This formation of hers is the most bizarre of all. It includes Xuanyuan's ancient technique, 'Mirror Transformation'. Yin gives birth to Yang, and the changes are endless. If they don't move, I won't be able to pinpoint their position. Who knows, I might end up catching a poisonous snake if I reach out. "
Meng Fuyao felt guilty and quickly pulled down her sleeves. Zhan Beiye's sharp eyes frowned. "You were bitten?" He bent over to check her wound. She pushed him away with a claw. "I'm fine, I'm fine." She turned her eyes to see that her knife was still stuck in his arm.
Meng Fuyao let out an "Uh … My knife … Can I have it back?" She felt ashamed as she said it. The knife was still stuck in his arm, and Zhan Beiye had yet to ask her for medical fees.
Zhan Beiye turned his head and pulled out his knife as if nothing had happened. Amidst the splattering blood, he said, "Your knife is of the divine grade and has spirituality. If it hadn't been for that, I wouldn't have been able to find you."
He ignored the wound on his arm and the thick fog around them. He looked at Meng Fuyao with a hint of joy. "At least you and I are alone …"
Meng Fuyao's ears suddenly perked up, and her eyes flashed. "Who's screaming?"
She suddenly jumped up and ran away.
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