He fell into the rain with her in his arms.
Neither of them had the strength to maintain their sitting posture.
One was exhausted, while the other had rushed to block the mad tiger before he could recover his True Qi, taking the brunt of the impact.
Not just anyone would be able to withstand the full force of the attack from Fuyao, whose martial arts were already top-notch. Other than the top five in the world, there were only a handful of people who could withstand it, and Zhangsun Wuji was one of them.
However, as an expert who had the habit of automatically defending himself, Zhangsun Wuji was the only one who chose to take it head-on instead of dodging.
At that moment, he could have diverted his strength and dodged it. He could have used a gentle force to move Fuyao away and pull her back. At the very least, he wouldn't have been injured. However, he didn't because he knew that it was a crucial moment for Fuyao.
The pill Zong Yue had given him had its first explosive effect, which had been transferred to him by Meng Fuyao. However, the full effect of the pill had been completely unleashed during her all-out battle. Her bones, muscles, blood, and internal breath had all been mobilized and used without reservation, reaching their peak condition. However, it was precisely because she had increased her strength at an extraordinary rate that she had not adjusted her breath in time to clear the flow. As a result, the True Qi had rampaged within her body without an exit. That collision had been her final attempt to save herself.
If she could break through, she would be able to overcome the danger. If she couldn't, her True Qi would rebound, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
That collision had caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood, but it could be exchanged for the final exit and light for her, who was on the verge of going berserk in the darkness.
She had to choose which was more important.
The rain continued to pour. It seemed like it would not rest for the entire night.
Meng Fuyao lay on Zhangsun Wuji's body and coughed continuously. Each cough was a dark red extravasated blood. She coughed as she checked Zhangsun Wuji's pulse. Zhangsun Wuji opened his eyes, held her hand, and smiled at her.
She looked into his eyes. They were calm and deep like the ocean. All the pain and suffering in the world was but a breeze over the surface of the ocean.
That gaze told her that all the pain and suffering in the world would eventually turn into dust. Love, hatred, gratitude, and resentment would be nothing more than a grave after a thousand years. No one should carry their grave forward, and no one should sink into depravity because of something that wasn't their fault.
It was human nature to abandon strangers and embrace relatives. What was wrong with that?
Putting oneself in danger and helping out righteously, what's wrong with that?
The sound of the rain did not stop, the longing was endless.
There was a type of persuasion and consolation that didn't need to be long winded and long-winded. It could only be expressed through the eyes and actions. The understanding that deeply touched one's heart had already been told.
The one who resolutely blocked the attack without any regard for his own safety, the one who did not evade despite knowing the danger, the one who broke open her frozen heart and made her cry, the one who did not want to faint at this moment, the one who stared intently at her.
Fuyao slowly raised her eyes and met his gaze. Amidst the torrential rain, she was able to read every single word clearly and soundlessly.
Gradually, in that kind of gaze, she heard the blood tide recede, the sea of heart calm, the sound of the flowers blossoming once again, the sound of flowers blooming softly.
The flower finally bloomed amidst the torrential rain of blood. Although it was late, it was not too late. It quietly sprouted its branches and leaves, spreading its brilliance and firmly taking root in the cleansed soul. From then on, there was a place in the depths of the heart that was fuller and firmer.
Finally, she raised her face and gently gave him the calm smile that he wanted to see.
That smile was still sad, but it was cool and clean. It shone with a fuller brilliance, like the leaves in the courtyard that had been washed and baptized by the torrential rain that night.
And she was also baptized, from body to heart.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled peacefully and closed his eyes. Fuyao smiled and reached out to block the rain that fell on his face.
The secret guard and Tie Cheng hurried over and helped the two up. Fuyao glanced at Tie Cheng and wanted to comfort him, but she had no strength left. Her body that had gone through a riot needed to be repaired and rested. She closed her heavy eyes.
= = =
The fire in the cave was warm, and the surroundings were clean and dry. In the distance, the sound of birds chirping could be heard, which was especially clear after the rain.
When Zhangsun Wuji woke up, what he felt was an almost peaceful atmosphere.
The pile of grass under him was soft and fragrant, and she was sleeping beside him. There were still traces of tears in her sleep, but she was holding his hand with a faint smile.
She was here, well and alive.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at her, and then at her, as if he felt that it was a little extravagant. He quickly closed his eyes and held her in his arms, gently stroking her hair. His hands were full of tenderness and pity … What should he use to dote on her? This woman who had suffered so much pain in her heart because of him?
He always felt that it was not enough … not enough and not enough.
In the end, he could not help but lower his eyes and look at her carefully.
The woman under him was slightly pale, and her long eyelashes could not hide the faint bruises under her eyes. However, her expression was calm and serene.
Only God knew how many trials and tribulations she had gone through in exchange for this tranquility.
But that was her fate, and it was her unique tribulation. The world was bustling with activity, and millions of people came and went for benefits. Everyone knew how to defend their own selfishness, and it was natural for them to do so. Only she hated her own selfishness, and because of it, she felt even more pain.
That pain did not come from a mistake. She had never done anything wrong. What was wrong was the nature, justice, and passion that fate had given her. It made her unable to tolerate being indifferent to someone in need. There was no need for any condemnation. She had already given herself the deepest punishment. What struck her down was never the blades of the world, but the immense self-blame that came from the depths of her heart.
That was why she was Meng Fuyao.
No one else could replace her.
She was the fullest, brightest, bravest Meng Fuyao, the one who made countless men bow down to her.
He did not hesitate to sacrifice the most complete and truest Meng Fuyao he had ever wanted to possess.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled. Out of habit, he tried to check Fuyao's pulse again, but that hand suddenly lifted and stopped him. "Enough, you," the woman said with a tone of resentment and helplessness.
Meng Fuyao woke up.
She climbed up lazily, and as she did so, she heard the sound of her joints cracking. She could not help but be startled.
Zhangsun Wuji said, "Congratulations, Fuyao. You've improved again."
Meng Fuyao smiled tiredly. "It's all thanks to you. But please, don't give me any True Power from now on. If I really surpass you one day, you won't have any face left."
"I didn't plan on giving you True Power." Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "I just wanted to see how much you've improved. However," his tone suddenly changed, and he said with a hint of displeasure, "I want to talk to Zong Yue. He's really out of his mind, to actually give you such a tyrannical Tiger Wolf medicine."
"Hey, don't accuse me wrongly," Fuyao said immediately. "He told me again and again that I was too impatient." She glanced at Zhangsun Wuji and sighed. "Actually, I was the one who lost my cool. You entered the state of turtle breathing and healed yourself. As long as I waited patiently, nothing would have happened. It's all my bad luck …"
"Isn't it a blessing in disguise now? With time to recuperate, you and I can use the medicine to advance a step further. "Zhangsun Wuji leaned against the mountain wall and smiled.
Hmm … Although the consequences were tragic, he thought it was good that Fuyao would lose her cool because of him.
How could Fuyao know his little plan? She leaned against the mountain wall. The cave was narrow, and the two of them were squeezed together. There was no gap between their bodies. This was the first time they were sober and close to each other since that night on the water, but they did not feel anything. She warmed her hands by the fire and looked around. "Where are we?"
"In the mountain behind the town." Zhong Yi was the one who answered. The two of them were placed in the innermost part of the cave, while the rest were guarding the outer part. Hearing them wake up, Zhong Yi stepped in and said with a grin, "The purple cloaks are looking for us all over town. They even sent out orders to search for us within a hundred miles of the road ahead. I just had to hide right under their noses!"
Meng Fuyao looked at him and thought about how she and Zhangsun Wuji had both collapsed. The secret guard did not care about the chores, and Tiecheng was not a smart person. It was all thanks to his plan. She smiled at him gratefully and called him in to warm himself by the fire. "You don't look too good. Come warm yourself."
Zhong Yi immediately stepped in and sat beside her. The cave was narrow, so his squeezing made their bodies even tighter. He smiled innocently and said, "It's good that you're fine. You scared me to death just now."
He carried a bundle of firewood and added to the fire. "But we can't stay here for long. The purple cloaks will come sooner or later, and both of you have yet to recover from your injuries. What should we do?"
Meng Fuyao tilted her head and asked Zhangsun Wuji, "I need about a month to fully recover. What about you?"
"I should be shorter than you," Zhangsun Wuji said. "As long as we can get through the first ten days, we'll be able to handle the rest."
"What's there to be afraid of when we've already gotten through the most difficult part?" Meng Fuyao stared at the fire and said, "No matter what, even if I have to run like a stray dog, I have to endure it and give myself time to recover. Every dog has its day, and when I'm fully recovered, they … hmph!"
"Give them some time to wash their necks so that you can have an easier time chopping them." Zhong Yi chuckled as he added firewood. He did not add it from his side, but from Meng Fuyao's side. The two of them were too close to each other, their bodies squeezing and rubbing against each other. Meng Fuyao moved aside uncomfortably, but there was no place for her to do so. Zhangsun Wuji frowned quietly in the shadows of the firelight, then gently pinched his fingers together.
A white shadow flashed, and Lord Ingot strode in with his head held high and chest puffed out.
"Fur!" With a shriek, Zhong Yi disappeared again at the speed of light.
Ingot's long-haired bug spray worked every time.
Meng Fuyao stared at Lord Ingot. Although Rat's face was still furry, his eyes looked gloomy.
"What's wrong with Rat?" She tilted her head and asked Zhangsun Wuji.
"Hmm … It's probably the smell of a relative's house." Zhangsun Wuji looked at Lord Ingot. Seeing that Meng Fuyao did not understand, he explained, "To prevent himself from going out and causing trouble, he found a mouse hole and squeezed himself in."
"Oh," Meng Fuyao replied, her expression turning gloomy. Zhangsun Wuji looked at her and said slowly, "Fuyao, we are not afraid to mention or bear the burden, but there is no need to carry it on your back and refuse to let it go."
"No." Meng Fuyao sniffed and gave him a bright smile. "I've thought it through. Some things are just so helpless. It's hard to tell which is more important and which is more important. I can only choose between pain and more pain. I'm not cut out to be a saint, and I don't want to be one either. Even if I were to do it all over again, I would still make the same choice."
'Even if I were to do it all over again, I would still save you.'
That was what Meng Fuyao had said after struggling to be reborn after going through the unbearable torment of living a life worse than death.
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly choked.
He was a top-notch politician who had been free and easy all his life. But because of a short sentence, he suddenly felt his heart swell with bitterness and bitterness that could not be expressed.
His silent persistence and choice over the long days seemed to have received the most abundant reward from this almost unintentional sentence.
After a while, he laughed silently. His smile was as noble and pure as a lotus flower. He gently stroked the long hair of the woman beside him and kissed her ear softly.
"Fuyao, I'm glad that I met you in this life."
= = =
On the 12th of February in the 30th year of Xuanji Kingdom's formation, the famous Purple Cloak Empire, which was known for being domineering and capable, suffered its first heavy blow since its establishment.
That night, it was a stormy night. The lawless Purple Cloak Empire took advantage of the night to break into a rich family, annihilated their family, raped their wives, and robbed them of their wealth. This was nothing out of the ordinary for the Purple Cloak Empire, as it had always been an easy matter for them. However, that night they kicked an iron plate.
The squad of fifty people was completely annihilated, and all of them died horribly.
Outside the town a little further away, another group that should have rushed over to join in the robbery was robbed instead. They were intercepted and killed by dozens of gray-robed men.
The First Princess was furious and ordered a thorough investigation of this shocking case. However, the storm that night was too heavy and all traces were washed away. It could only be seen from the collapsed walls and cracked ground of the Li family's residence that the person who did this was extremely skilled in martial arts.
After the First Princess' subordinate, the Purple Cloak Empire's leader, carefully examined the scene, and clearly reported to his superior that the person who did this was not an ordinary first-class master, but a top martial artist of the Ten Strongest level.
This news did not make the First Princess slightly less angry. This eldest daughter of the Xuanji Empire was the first daughter of Feng Xuan. She grew up in the First Princess's favor and had developed a violent and stubborn temperament. As a woman, she was able to lead the number one bodyguard assassination machine of the Feng Dynasty, and it was unknown how many wronged souls she had killed.
"Find him!" The First Princess overturned the desk. She was a proud woman who had never experienced a setback, and her eyes were filled with fierce anger. She smashed all the documents and letters on the head of the second-grade official, the Purple Cloak Empire's leader.
"No matter who it is! Bring his head to me! "
= = =
The 'Purple Cloak Empire' began a large-scale search throughout the entire Xuanji Empire.
Using the unique authority of the imperial supervision organization, they sent out orders to all cities and towns, mobilized soldiers to guard the city gates, and searched everywhere. The First Princess personally wrote to the Eleventh Prince of the Northern Region, Feng Jingrui, and the Third Prince of the Southern Region, Feng Chengtian, asking for assistance in the investigation. Recently, Feng Jingrui's entourage had been killed one after another, and the Green Forest forces of the Northern Region, which had been successfully recruited, began to show signs of betrayal. Under the instigation of some people, the imperial censors in the imperial court were impeaching him. He was so annoyed by all these matters that he became impatient, and there were seven or eight bumps on his forehead. At the moment, he only agreed perfunctorily. The Third Prince of the Southern Region seemed to take it seriously and agreed to send his subordinates, the Iron Guards who were in charge of criminal law enforcement, to assist in the investigation.
The death of a hundred Purple Cloak Empire alarmed the entire Xuanji Empire. Hundreds of officials angrily demanded that the murderer be investigated. Thus, the two major forces, the 'Purple Cloak Empire' and the 'Iron Guards', who had always been in charge of law enforcement in the open and in the shadows, finally joined forces for the first time because of this earth-shattering case.
However, no one mentioned the murder of a hundred and sixteen members of the Li family. It was as if the lives of the Purple Cloak Empire members were human lives, and the innocent lives of the Li family members were the ashes from a man's chimney.
The ashes were casually swept away by the Xuanji Empire court, but they were deeply remembered by a few people who had experienced that night. They buried it in the depths of their hearts, waiting for the day when it would meet the wind and ignite the prairie!
On the 13th of February, in the mountains behind Donglan Town. Night.
The entire Donglan Town was brightly lit. The soldiers, including the Purple Cloak Empire members, searched through the night. Even after the town was in chaos, they still found nothing. The captain in charge of the search looked up at the back of the mountain by the light of a torch. He asked, "Have you searched?"
"Yes, we searched the night of the incident," a Purple Cloak Empire member answered respectfully.
"Search again!" The captain thought for a moment, then resolutely waved his hand. "It is very likely that the other party took advantage of the gap in the search to sneak into the mountains. They knew that you had searched and would not search again."
"Captain is wise!"
A team of five hundred people entered the small mountain. The light of the torch was like a long snake, majestically flickering in the dense green of the mountain.
The captain in charge of the search on the north side of the mountain led fifty people in a net-like search. Because they were worried that the other party might have the strength of the Ten Strongest, everyone had brought Qihua fire arrows. Once they found the other party, they would not make a move first and would immediately send a message.
The torrential rain the day before yesterday had drenched the mountain road. The soil of this mountain was the kind of sticky red soil that was becoming increasingly slippery and sticky. Every step they took caused them to fall and groan incessantly.
A captain led five people and was assigned to the most rugged road. They sighed and groaned as they walked along the mountain road. When they were halfway up the mountain, a person suddenly walked towards them.
The person walked with ease, but his steps were somewhat strange. From afar, he floated and hopped over. In the darkness of the night, the people who saw him were startled. Upon closer inspection, they saw that he was on a pair of wooden stilts and was carrying a bundle of firewood on his back.
To see such a person in the middle of the night was naturally very suspicious. The captain immediately raised his sword and shouted, "Who are you!"
"Sir, there are firewood collectors from Donglan Town at the foot of the mountain." The person put down the bundle of firewood and replied very humbly, "Yesterday's rain was too heavy. There was no firewood at home, so I had to take advantage of the night to chop firewood."
"Collecting firewood in the middle of the night?" The captain raised his eyebrows and carefully sized up the person. He felt that this person was weak and did not seem like someone who knew martial arts. He touched the Qihua fire arrow with his hand and put it down again.
"There really is no firewood." The person smiled helplessly and untied the bundle of firewood. He said, "Sir, are you tired? Why don't you rest on this bundle of firewood? Everywhere is wet and there is no place to sit. Only this bundle of firewood is dry. I just found it in the cave over there. There is still a lot of hay. "
"Really?" The captain's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked, "Where is the cave?"
The person pointed in a direction. The captain hurriedly ordered his five subordinates to go and check. He himself was also anxious to go over. The woodcutter bent down to collect the firewood and smiled at him. "Sir, are you not going to rest?"
"Get out of the way …" The captain had not even finished his impatient words when he suddenly saw the smiling eyes of the other party.
The smile in the eyes was calm, but there was a dim light in them. It was like the surface of the sea before a storm. It seemed motionless, but there were thousands of changes. Layer by layer, they forced into the depths of the eyes.
Immediately after, he felt the same light ripple in his mind. Like a wave, his consciousness became chaotic. In a trance, he felt as if he was really very tired. He blankly mumbled, "… Ah, very tired …"
"Yes." The person smiled. "Why don't you sit down and rest?"
"Hmm … sit down." The captain felt that the bundle of firewood was dry and comfortable. It was truly the most suitable place for him to rest after being busy for half the night. He immediately sat down.
Immediately after, he felt that his tailbone seemed to be numb and then disappeared. He sat there and heard the other party say very gently, "When they come, why not let them sit as well. They have been busy for half the night. They are very tired."
"Hmm … sit down."
"The person you are looking for is on the top of the mountain." The person pointed to the top of the mountain. Then the bushes shook and a few people on stilts walked out. They calmly walked back and forth in front of the captain who was sitting in a daze. They grabbed a few boots and made messy footprints. The captain looked at them blankly. It seemed like he saw it, but in fact, it did not enter into his mind.
He just stared at the pair of eyes. He felt that the light in the eyes was strange and beautiful. It was like the sea was rushing over, making him feel warm and comfortable.
He said, "Hmm, he is on the mountain. He did not leave."
"He is very powerful. You saw it. He is waiting for you to find him and start a killing spree."
"I saw it. Wait for us to start a killing spree …"
The few people who had finished making footprints came over. One of them supported the 'woodcutter' and said, "Are you okay?"
The man smiled and patted the other's hand. His eyes did not leave the captain. He only said, "Take a nap."
The captain immediately felt sleepy and closed his heavy eyelids.
The few people walked past him. One of them said in a low voice, "I want to kill, I want to kill …"
"It is useful to keep them alive." The gentle and deep voice of the man just now said.
"I will bear with it. I will bear with it." The murmur went away.
This conversation stayed in his mind for a moment. It was immediately blown away by the wind like quicksand. He sat in a daze. After a while, he opened his eyes and saw the five subordinates who had found nothing in the cave came back dispiritedly. He immediately said, "You must be tired. Come and sit."
It was rare for the five subordinates to see their superior being so friendly. They were flattered and sat down. Then they all became silent.
The captain raised his finger and pointed to the top of the mountain. He said, "He is up there. I saw him. He is very powerful. He said he is waiting for us to go up and start a killing spree."
The five of them lifted their eyelids at the same time, took a look, and said, "Yes, he's up there."
…
On the night of the 13th of the second month, a five-man team from the purple cloaks claimed to have found traces of the enemy at Mount Donglan. They subdued the five of them and brought word to the purple cloak leader that he would not go anywhere. He would wait at Mount Donglan for the purple cloaks to start a killing spree. The five of them said in unison. Their words were so convincing that no one could doubt them. Moreover, they had not found any footprints going down the mountain after surrounding it. The place where the five of them were at, there were messy footprints pointing to the top of the mountain. This was also consistent with what the five of them had said.
Because of this, the purple cloak leader rushed to Mount Donglan that very night. He mobilized most of the purple cloak forces under his command and surrounded Mount Donglan. He threatened, "Even if a fly flies out, leave four legs behind!"
On the 14th of the second month, in Guanyuan County, 50 li away from Donglan Town.
Early in the morning, there was a bustling long queue at the city gates. The people inside wanted to go out, and the people outside wanted to come in. The carts that went out of the city to sell vegetables were all blocked at the city gates. They had to undergo a much more detailed inspection than usual by the guards. Even their clothes were carefully searched, and silver and copper coins were taken away. The young girls and wives suffered even more. They were forced to take off their shoes, and the guards laughed lewdly as they groped inside their embroidered shoes, causing the young girls and wives to sob.
Everyone had an anxious expression on their faces, but they dared not speak up. Only the people at the back of the queue were whispering.
"… What's going on recently?"
"I heard they're trying to catch a thief!"
"… This place is still good. Mount Donglan, the wilderness outside, and the main roads leading to the various cities are being checked even more tightly!"
"… Do you see that purple clothed person in front? The purple cloaks! "
"Ah … I heard that a few days ago, they were in chaos in Donglan Town looking for someone. When they couldn't find him, they took it out on the people. Every family lost their money and suffered! The pitiful Li family is still … "
"Silence! Do you not want to live anymore? Mentioning this! "
There was a moment of silence. The cowardly commoners all shut their mouths and moved forward with the crowd in a daze.
In the crowd, a wretched-looking Daoist suddenly rolled his eyes and pinched the three hairy moles on his face.
A clever little Daoist boy beside him smiled and bent down to pat the dust off his Daoist robe. "Master, be careful not to step on your robe."
A thin old man behind him squinted his eyes and looked at the Daoist boy's clapping hands. He then instructed the young servant beside him, "Be careful and support this Daoist grandpa."
The servant replied with an "oh" and moved forward to support him. The Daoist grandpa pinched the black hair on his moles and smiled. "It's alright, I'm very careful."
The servant let go with a dark face, but the old man's eyes revealed a smile.
This group was naturally a group of four in disguise.
Zhangsun Wuji was the thin old man, Meng Fuyao was the wretched Daoist priest, Zhong Yi was the little Daoist boy, and Tie Cheng was the servant.
The four of them descended from Mount Donglan. With their martial arts, it was not difficult for them to hide from the purple cloaks that were scattered in the mountains. But for Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji, even if they wanted to escape, they would still have to hit them on the head with a hammer. Thus, the purple cloaks were forced to sleep in the open at the foot of Mount Donglan, endlessly searching the mountaintop for an expert who was waiting to start a massacre.
After some discussion, they decided to stop at Guanyuan County, where there were fewer purple cloaks, to get through the first few days of recuperation for Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji. So long as the two of them could recover a little, the danger level would decrease exponentially.
The group at the city gate moved slowly. It was finally their turn. The soldiers rudely pressed the emaciated old Daoist priest against the city wall and touched him from top to bottom.
The old Daoist priest giggled from the itch and trembled. "Hey, officer, a monk's bones can't be pinched. Gentler … gentler …"
Meng Fuyao was pinched, but she did not feel anything. After the night of the storm, she had learned to accept certain things calmly.
It was just a touch, and they were touching the old Daoist priest, not Meng Fuyao.
But while she could endure it this time, someone else could not.
After the soldier was done with the old Daoist priest, it was the little Daoist boy's turn. Another round of quick search and a hard push. He felt a slight pain in his left fingertip, but it was only a slight pain, like an ant's sting.
Then it was the thin old man's turn. When he was done, he felt a slight numbness in his right fingertip as well.
The feeling was too subtle, and the officers and soldiers were too busy to care about them. Seeing that there was no profit to be made from these people, they did not have the mood to care.
Three days later, the man's hands were rotted. Of course, this was a story for another time.
Finally it was Tie Cheng's turn. Naturally the servant had to carry the bundle. Naturally the bundle had to be searched carefully. When he spread it out, it was nothing but some washed white Taoist robes, tools for performing rituals, talismans, yellow paper, peach wood swords, and a bunch of other miscellaneous things. One of the officers looked through the bundle, but did not find anything valuable.
The bag was thrown away, and the items scattered on the ground. The empty sack flew through the air. Meng Fuyao raised her hand to catch it, but the soldier inadvertently turned his head and saw that the end of the sack was falling down. It was not the right shape.
He immediately hooked the strap of the sack and scooped it back. He tore open the bottom and grabbed something black.
"Aha, what's this? A cat? "
Afraid of being searched, Lord Ingot, who was hiding in the middle of the sack, rolled his eyes. Don't insult me with a cat!
"Officer, that's a demon repellent rat!" Meng Fuyao rushed over.
"Demon repellent rat?" The soldier laughed and squeezed his fingers, causing Lord Ingot to squeak.
"Hey, don't!" Meng Fuyao screamed. "That's a demon repellent rat … have mercy, officer!"
"You think I'll stop just because you tell me not to?" The soldier cast a sidelong glance at Meng Fuyao and shook Lord Ingot's ear. "I've heard of the demon repellent black cat, but never the demon repellent black rat. What's so magical about it? Can you help us catch that damned murderer? "
'Damn it!
You're courting death! '
Fuyao's anger flared up. She raised her eyes and shot a cold glare at the soldier. He felt a sharp pain in his finger as Lord Ingot viciously bit off half of his finger!
He cried out in pain and flung Lord Ingot away. Lord Ingot made a somersault in mid-air and disappeared into the corner of the wall.
"Beat them up!"
The soldier's fingertips were dripping with blood, and he flew into a rage. He pointed at Meng Fuyao and the rest, and a few burly odd-job workers immediately pounced on them.
Meng Fuyao took a step back and pressed her fingers against the bricks. Even if she was seriously injured, it would still be a matter of minutes for her to crush these bastards!
But in the blink of an eye, all the soldiers were looking in her direction.
They saw the purple capes on top of the city wall looking down at the commotion.
They remembered that most of the purple capes were there 50 miles away. Almost ten thousand purple capes, elite horses, and elite cavalry would arrive in two hours.
She remembered that she and Zhangsun Wuji needed the most precious three days to heal their injuries.
She remembered the oath she had sworn in the cave on Mount Donglan.
Endure! Endure the most difficult early stage.
There will come a day when I will turn the world upside down and the mountains tremble!
What I've suffered will be doubled!
Meng Fuyao covered her face and hugged her head.
"Don't hit me! Don't hit me!" The scrawny old man pounced on her. "Officers, please be merciful. My son has a convulsion and is waiting for this Taoist master to heal him. What am I supposed to do if you hurt him …"
He pounced on her and quietly pushed her, who was hugging her head, towards a corner of the city wall. He pushed her into a corner where no one could squeeze in, and then stood in front of her, shielding her from the rest of the crowd.
The punches of the boorish men landed on his back like a gust of wind. Bang! Bang!
Tie Chengli pounced on her without saying a word and blocked the punches again. Another round of mindless punches rang out.
A few of them piled on top of each other and blocked the corner of the city wall. They opened up like an umbrella, blocking Meng Fuyao in the shadow where she could not be seen or punched. From Meng Fuyao's angle, she could only vaguely hear the sounds of punches and kicks landing on bodies, insults, and laughter from all directions. She did not even know who had suffered the most blows.
At that moment, he used his body to form a triangle that belonged to her, blocking the punches, ridicule, and humiliation half a foot away.
The most honorable man in the Five Continents Continent, the crown prince of a country who had overturned the political situation of seven countries with a raise of his hand, the man who had been respected by all and who no one had ever dared to criticize, had chosen to take a beating for her in front of the city gate of a foreign country.
It was easy to share riches and honor, but difficult to share trials and tribulations. It was even more difficult to have the courage to lower oneself and bend one's integrity in the midst of trials and tribulations.
There was a kind of defense, not only in the body, but also in the soul. It was in the courage and choice to sacrifice oneself.
Regardless of whether it was a matter of life and death, or just a group of soldiers and townspeople's old fists.
In fact, the latter was even more difficult.
Those who could give up a chance to survive might not be willing to take the punches today. But if he was unwilling to let her take such a small blow, why would he be afraid of death?
Meng Fuyao raised her eyes and looked up. In the dense shadows, Zhangsun Wuji's face was blurry against the light, but his eyes were still smiling. When he saw her looking over, he said calmly, "I'm fine."
Meng Fuyao gave a very ugly smile. "You're really unlucky to be with me. Now you're even getting beaten up."
"No," Zhangsun Wuji answered softly but firmly. "Everything I've experienced with you is something that no one else can give me."
Yes, it was special. Meng Fuyao grinned. He had even taken a beating from an ordinary man.
Under normal circumstances, these people would not even be qualified to kneel in the dust and kiss the corner of his robe.
After a while of beating, seeing that these people did not resist, only the soldier whose finger was bitten refused to let it go. He held his finger and shouted, "This Daoist priest instigated a monster to attack people and cause chaos! How can the bright sun tolerate such a monster? Take him down! Take him down! "
Zhong Yi understood that he was going to extort money and was about to take it out when Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao's eyes suddenly lit up.
Prison!
Now, what place could be safer and more free of disturbance than a prison?
The purple-cloaked soldiers sniffed the ground like dogs. They could not imagine that the person they were looking for was in the prison of the Guan Yuan!
Meng Fuyao squinted her eyes and smiled. Although the living conditions were a little bad, it was still a good experience.
She gave Zhong Yi a look and he stopped. He immediately understood what they meant.
The soldier shouted for a while, but when he saw that they did not take out any money, he became furious. He waved his hand to summon a few bailiffs who were in charge of keeping order at the city gate. He pointed at Meng Fuyao and said, "This evil Daoist priest is definitely going to cause trouble in the city. Hurry up and take him down!"
The bailiffs shook their chains and wrapped them around Meng Fuyao's head. Meng Fuyao struggled and cried out, "Sir, you've wronged me. I'm just a Daoist priest from the Qingfeng Temple 15 miles away from the city. I'm the most law-abiding monk …"
A few bailiffs leaned over and whispered in her ear, "There's no use crying out. Hurry up and call your companions to gather some incense money for Sir's treatment. Everyone will be filial and you'll be released after a few days of imprisonment. Otherwise … hehe."
Zhangsun Wuji pounced over and grabbed the bailiffs. "Sir, don't. My son is counting on this Daoist priest to get rid of his illness. It's a pity that I've only had one son for three generations. If anything happens to my son, who will inherit my wealth …"
The bailiffs' eyes lit up. Rich! Tens of thousands of dollars! His family was anxious! Waiting for help! Added together, it was a windfall!
Murderers, rapists, and robbers could be ignored, but this one had to be locked up!
"You and this evil Daoist priest are definitely up to no good! We have to investigate thoroughly! "The bailiffs pointed at Zhangsun Wuji and scolded," Arrest them together! "
The chains came down and dragged the two prisoners who were screaming for their lives away. The people who were watching from all sides sighed and shook their heads. Someone hastily advised Zhong Yi, "Little Taoist priest, hurry up and raise money to ransom them. Otherwise, the prison of our Guan Yuan … will be ruined!"
"Thank you very much." Zhong Yi was smiling from ear to ear. He pulled Tie Cheng, who was unwilling but had no way to be "arrested" together with him, and walked away leisurely. He answered, "Let them stay for another three to five days …"
They left behind a stunned villager. He looked at their backs as they left happily. He scratched his head and said in surprise, "Did they faint from fright?"
= = =
"Bang!"
A bowl of leftover rice smashed fiercely from the iron bars. Gray rice and moldy tofu splattered all over the floor, emitting an unpleasant sour smell.
Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged and looked up at the sky. After a while, she smiled and turned to the one behind her. "Have you eaten? If you have, then eat some more. If not, hurry home and eat. "
The one behind her blinked and replied, "You're too polite. You first, you first."
The two of them looked at the bowl of rice and turned their heads.
The dark and damp prison was surrounded by rat droppings and spider webs. The floor was covered with rotten cotton and straw. Occasionally, a black rat would scurry past. Its figure and appearance were like heaven and earth compared to Sir Yuan Bao.
Meng Fuyao kicked away a rat and rubbed her nose. "I hope that guy remembers to send me food. I want to eat buttered meat, steamed ham, dragon and phoenix dry-braised shark fin …"
Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "It seems like I'm the only one you can eat now." He stretched out his hand from under his sleeves, revealing his exquisite wrist bones that glowed like jade in the darkness. She looked at his wrist and blushed. Her eyes drifted away, only to feel Zhangsun Wuji suddenly pressing on her wrist meridian. She immediately turned her hand around and held his as well. Both of them used their unique skills to circulate one cycle in each other's body. After a while, they let go and looked at each other with a smile.
Both of them felt that the other party's smile was dazzling in the gloomy prison.
Due to the effect of Zong Yue's pill, Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji's True Qi had fused at the last moment. Their bodies now had internal breaths that belonged to the two of them. This allowed them to complement each other during healing, achieving the effect of complementing each other's strengths.
This also allowed them to adjust their breaths at the same time. Once there was a warning sign, they would stop at the same time. There was no need to specially arrange for one person to take turns to guard them.
Zhangsun Wuji gently played with her fingers. He suddenly said, "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that I have been to many places in this life. But those beautiful halls, the mansions of princes and dukes, or the mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, temples and palaces, all are not as good as this prison.
"You're really …" Meng Fuyao laughed. Halfway through her sentence, she changed the topic and muttered to herself, "I won't meet another strong wind in this prison, will I?"
She also felt that this thought was funny. She laughed and looked around to see if there was anyone around. She felt that she did not wear her mask properly this time. It felt a little crooked, so she asked Zhangsun Wuji to cover her while she took off her mask and adjusted it.
The two of them sat back to back with their heads raised. Basking in the warmth of each other's back and the unique fragrance, they thought about the messy Xuanji, what they had to do when they got out, and the enemies in the open and in the dark. Meng Fuyao played with the mask in her hand. After a while, she exhaled and said in a low voice, "Give me three days, give me three days …"
Before he could finish his sentence, a black shadow flashed before his eyes. A bony hand suddenly stretched out from the wooden fence next door and grabbed the bowl of spoiled rice. The fingers nimbly swept the scattered rice onto the palm of the hand, and then retracted it like lightning.
Meng Fuyao turned around and saw a prisoner next door. He was wearing a dirty gray robe and was desperately stuffing rice into his mouth, smiling foolishly at her as he did so.
Meng Fuyao frowned as she looked at him. Alertly, she stepped aside. She moved to the far wall of the cell, where the light from the oil lamp illuminated the room. The man was grinning, revealing his deep yellow teeth. As he chewed, he took the time to glance at her again and again.
Then, he suddenly stopped and let go of her hand. The rice in his hand fell all over the floor, but he did not seem to notice it. He just stared at Meng Fuyao, his expression changing continuously. Hesitation, confusion, recollection … and finally, horror.
That kind of expression and consciousness suddenly shattered into pieces, leaving behind only an extreme shock of recognition.
The shock was like a greenish-purple haze that instantly descended and enveloped his entire consciousness.
He raised his hand and pointed at Meng Fuyao with a trembling finger. His voice was broken, and he squeezed each word out of his mouth.
He said,
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