"Ingot, what do you plan to do after you find that King Kong? Kill it? Burn it? Pluck its feathers and serve it? "
Meng Fuyao leaned against a tree and used a blade of grass to tease Ingot, who was sitting on her knees. Ingot was in the classic Titanic style of flying in the wind, almost fascinated by the cold and sparse scent in the air. He dreamily thought, 'Ah … this is the wind from home … I'm getting closer and closer to home …' Just as he was reminiscing about his Qiong Cang specialty, he heard Meng Fuyao's spoilt question and turned around to glare at her with dissatisfaction.
Meng Fuyao also looked at him with dissatisfaction. 'When you begged me to bring you out, you were acting like a spoiled child. Now that you're out, you're acting like a spoiled brat. Like master, like pet!'
She was a little depressed. She raised her head and looked at the surrounding scenery. She was surrounded by a vast green field with no end in sight. The ground was covered with cryptomeria, needle grass, feather grass, dotted with wild chrysanthemums and low shrubs with bright red fruits. The sky was blue and high, and the scenery was vast. The snowline of the surrounding mountains was faintly discernible, silently crouching beyond the horizon. The wind rushed from the top of the mountain, swirling on the vast grassland. The short but vigorous roaring pastoral songs were really a vast scene, and the atmosphere was vast and wild.
This was the border of Fufeng Country, the territory of Faqiang, one of the three major tribes of Fufeng that bordered Dawan. It was also Ya Lanzhu's hometown. She passed through Cang County at the border of Xuanji Mountain, which was a grassland that extended all the way to Fufeng. The terrain there was complicated, with grasslands, plateaus, plains, inland seas, and mountains. Winters were cold and there was little snow, while summers were hot and rainy. Spring was windy and sandy, while autumn was dry and refreshing. The further north she went, the harsher the climate became. But at least for now, it was still quite comfortable.
Fuyao stretched lazily and lay down with a blade of grass in her mouth. It was true that Fufeng was vast but sparsely populated. She had been walking for a whole day. On the first day, she had not seen a single soul other than her guards and a large number of birds. Today, she finally saw a nomadic tribe at the lower reaches of a river.
The guards were setting up tents, and the pure white tents spread out like pearls on the grassland. This time, she did not arrogantly bring three thousand guards with her when she went to Xuanji. Instead, she only chose three hundred of her most elite guards. Ji Yu stayed behind to lead the Han Royal Army that she had specially selected to guard the Dawan Imperial Palace. Tie Cheng and Yao Xun followed her. She had already sent someone back to the Han Royal Army to inform Yao Xun that they were staying here today to wait for Yao Xun to catch up.
As for whether Zhu Zhu would come along, it was up to her. Picking up the girl and going home were both important. It was up to her to decide.
She had no interest in becoming the Empress. Taking over the throne was merely a temporary measure for the sake of revenge. In the future, Da Wan could be given to anyone. In any case, they would not mistreat her land. Her only goal in life had always been to return home.
She wanted to return home.
She went to Fufeng not only because there were many treasures there that could help her rush to the ninth level of "Breaking Nine Heavens", but more importantly, she had to pass through Fufeng to get to Qiong Cang. In other words, she had officially begun her journey home. If nothing unexpected happened, she would not return to Da Wan.
In the inner hall of her palace, she wrote a letter to Ji Yu, asking him to open it in three years. If she did not return after three years, it would mean that her dream had come true. She would finally bid farewell to the damned darkness of the Five Continents.
She felt a little excited at the thought, but it was only for a short moment before being suppressed by a heavy sadness. Leaving, leaving forever. She, Meng Fuyao, leaving completely from this world. It was the same as death. But she was not like the wind that could blow past without leaving a trace. She had left too many memories in this world. She had rushed in the direction of her mother to reunite with her, but she had gone against the flow of time to bid farewell to her family and friends. Those people had clearly existed in the past 19 years of her life. They were similarly hard to part with in this life. The deeper the memory of her mother was, the deeper the imprint they had left in her life.
She, on the other hand, had followed him all the way. Her heart of steel had gradually turned into a dilemma and pain. Was she going to live in a dilemma forever? Was she going to miss her mother in her previous life in this life, and when she returned to her previous life, she was going to miss … her family in this life?
Yes, family. They were also family. They had accompanied her, helped her, loved her, and given her the warmest hand and the spark of hope in the darkest moments of her life.
They.
The unforgettable people she had met in the past 19 years.
Zhan Beiye, Ya Lanzhu, Zong Yue, Yun Hen, Tie Cheng, Yao Xun, Ji Yu, Xiao Qi, Lord Ingot, and his master … Zhangsun Wuji.
Her heart ached at the thought of that name. She bit her lip and suppressed her emotions. She let out a long sigh. She had been so determined to go home all these years, and never wavered in her belief. But when she really began to step on the road home, when the parting finally came as she had planned, it still hurt. It still hurt …
She immediately turned over and buried her head in the soil. She pressed down on her heart, not letting herself feel the pain.
Lord Ingot didn't even finish taking a deep breath before he was pressed down. He struggled to crawl out from under her and stared resentfully at this woman who had been acting strangely ever since she entered the Fufeng realm. This woman was becoming more and more unreasonable. If it wasn't for his master's request, he wouldn't have bothered to cling to her.
Why wasn't his master here yet? Lord Ingot placed his claws on his head and looked around aimlessly. He said that he had something to take care of and would be slow. It had been a day, but there was still no sign of him.
Speaking of which, his master was really pitiful. He had originally planned to return to the country, but now he couldn't leave. Fortunately, his father had been working hard recently and didn't expect him to supervise the country, leaving him as an idle crown prince. Otherwise … hmph.
Lord Ingot sighed unhappily. He didn't know how to cherish the treasure in front of him. He just had to pry open the stinkiest and hardest latrine stone in the world. This was the stupidest thing the wise Wuji Crown Prince had ever done in his life.
His sigh annoyed Meng Fuyao. She turned over and grabbed a piece of cloth to stuff her ears. Her hand slipped and she saw it clearly. It was the cloth with the lotus flower wrapped around it that she had found under Xu Wan's bed. She had seen the words, but she had been too distracted to read them. When she came out, she had stuffed them into the cloth.
He unfolded the old cloth and saw the dim handwriting written by a shabby brush and ink.
"Nameless, my son."
It was the will that Xu Wan had written for her. Her hands trembled.
"Recently, I've been feeling uneasy, as if something ominous is about to happen. After thinking about it, I decided to leave this message for you. I hope that you will grow up safely and see it one day."
Meng Fuyao pursed her lips and gently caressed the words that had been left behind by Xu Wan. She read the many warnings that Xu Wan had written about her future life.
"… My son, you should be humble and self-restrained. Be virtuous and eloquent. When you grow up and marry a husband, remember to be filial to your aunt. Be virtuous and filial in managing the household. Be compassionate and tolerant of others. Follow the ways of a woman and serve your husband and children …"
All the virtues of an ancient traditional woman flowed out from the pen of a frightened mother. She wrote it to her young daughter with hope, hoping that her daughter would conform to all the requirements of secular ethics. Thus, she would be able to survive better in the five continents where men were superior to women and the weak were prey to the strong.
Meng Fuyao's eyes reddened as she recalled the last letter that Xu Wan had written to her many, many years ago, in front of the bed in the small hut, under the dim yellow light. Her heart was filled with fear for the unknown future, but even more so, she was worried about the fate of her young daughter in this life. That kind of worry turned into thick and faint ink, turning into a blood-stained will that she opened fourteen years later. She read out her mother's deep love for her.
Now, she had turned into a pile of bones under the heavy palace walls and had been in a deep sleep for many years.
'I'm sorry.
I didn't grow up to be what you wanted me to be, but I did what I was supposed to do.
I killed the evil woman who tortured you and her daughter who told on you.
I annihilated the repulsive Xuanji Imperial Family, uprooting their ancestral temple and the name of their nation.
I trampled on the greatest hope of the man who was born but didn't raise you, and abandoned you in the miserable situation of life. I tore the imperial power inheritance that he valued the most in his ugly life in front of him. I let him watch his cleverness being fooled by his cleverness. He became a sinner for eternity, and he was too ashamed to see his ancestors after death.
I gave them the heaviest punishment.
I gave you the greatest compensation that I could. Your name became the name of my nation. My imperial palace only has your position. You are the Empress Dowager of the Dawan Kingdom, and your title is Yong Ci.
Do you … still have any unfulfilled wishes?
"… Nameless, my son, if one day you meet a man from Verdant Lake Prefecture with a scar on his forehead, and he mentions me to you, please remember to tell him that Xu Wan has never really blamed him …"
Twenty-two years ago, an unmarried couple from Verdant Lake Prefecture, a small town at the border of Xuanji, fled far away from their hometown and came to the prosperous capital. They wanted to stay with their relatives, but they had already moved away. They had no way to go and decided to commit suicide at the Hongxi River in Tong City. However, they were saved by a low-ranking official, who gave them a way to survive — that year, when the imperial family was selecting palace maids, unmarried women under the age of 16 were chosen to enter the palace. Some officials did not want their daughters to enter the palace to serve others, so they looked for poor women to replace them. The low-ranking official let the couple choose whether the man would enter the palace as a eunuch to support the woman, or the woman would enter the palace as a palace maid in place of her daughter. He would compensate the man with a large sum of money and wait for the woman to be released from the palace after eight years. After a painful night of choice, they finally chose the woman to be the palace maid and waited for their reunion eight years later. The two said goodbye tearfully at the Hongxi River. From then on, she entered the palace on behalf of the man and walked into the unavoidable tragedy of her life. He waited in the capital with that sum of money and tried his best to find out about her situation, waiting for the end of the eight long years.
But this farewell would last forever.
Many years later, Xu Wan knew that the broken mirror would never be reunited. She also knew that she would never return and would forever be a pain in her fiancé's heart. The kind-hearted woman hoped to use this method to give him a final piece of comfort.
But it was already too late.
That word of forgiveness would never be delivered.
She closed her eyes and thought of the man in the prison of Guanyuan County. He was so dirty, and the scar on his forehead could no longer be seen. Yet, fate still arranged for her to meet him, arranged for her to unintentionally take off her mask in front of him. Perhaps that was Xu Wan's arrangement. She used this method to give him a final end to his long wait, and also used that encounter in the prison of Guanyuan County to become the beginning of her real intention to face the truth of her life.
As for how that man knew that Xu Wan was buried under the walls of Yanling Palace, how he wandered from Tong City to Guanyuan County, and how he stayed in the prison for so many years, it was a mystery that no one could find the answer to. Along with the disappearance of his physical body, the mystery disappeared from the world. More than 20 years ago, he sent his fiancée into the palace to seek a chance at survival. More than 20 years later, she died a miserable death, and he met her daughter and returned her life.
That was the will of Heaven.
Meng Fuyao let out a long sigh and carefully kept the cloth bag. That fiancée and fiancée should be reunited in heaven by now, right? She hoped that they would not meet the royal family again in the next life.
The sky gradually darkened, and a bonfire was lit on the grassland. A bright moon slowly rose from the tip of the grass, shining brightly for thousands of miles. The golden moonlight meandered from the tip of the dark green grass, and the color was gorgeous, like a sea of golden light.
Meng Fuyao got up and wanted to eat, but her gaze suddenly froze.
In front of her, in the round and big moonlight, someone was performing a flying sword dance in the sky.
That person's clothes were loose, and his movements were graceful and graceful. His clothes fluttered in the wind, faintly discernible among the long grass under the pale golden moonlight, as if he was in the Nine Heavens. His every movement was free and easy, and his long sword cut through the clouds and the moon. Although it was only a distant shadow, its ups and downs were swift and elegant, vigorous and graceful at the same time. It gave birth to the unrestrained demeanor of a martial artist, as well as the posture of an immortal with exquisite muscles and jade bones.
The scenery was vast and boundless, and the bright moon shrouded the green field. The light black shadow of the sword dance was plated with the jade white moonlight, and it was as bright as a painting. With a sword in hand, this person was unrestrained and unrestrained.
Such a scene seemed familiar …
Meng Fuyao sat there in a daze, watching that person tiptoe through the tunnel of time. She recalled the first time they met more than two years ago, and for some reason, her eyes turned slightly red.
First time, first time, two years ago, when she was suffering from betrayal in the Xuanyuan Empress' cave, and he was performing a sword dance on the cliff opposite the cave.
At that time, she was stunned, and did not know that the shadow had been written all over her life.
Now that his sword was graceful and elegant, her feelings were complicated and difficult to understand. She was no longer as calm and clear as she used to be.
Her eyes turned red, and her vision became slightly blurred. Suddenly, the person dancing in the moon disappeared.
The fire in front of her suddenly jumped, and the orange flames grew brighter. Some branches fell from above, making the fire burn even brighter. She did not raise her head, but pursed her lips and looked at the falling branches without saying a word.
Suddenly, a lavender lapel, embroidered with dark silver lines, appeared in front of her eyes, endlessly moving up and down. The glimmering light flickered, like a torrential river flowing through a dried-up riverbed.
There was the sound of branches swaying above their heads. It was easy to imagine that someone was meticulously repeating the scene according to the script. He must be lying at the end of the thin and brittle treetop, as light as a cloud, as calm as a gust of wind. He must also be very accurate in throwing branches. Every branch he threw would be thrown accurately into the fire, landing under the branch that was thrown first. As the number of branches increased, it gradually formed an arched pile of firewood, causing the fire to burn even more vigorously.
Meng Fuyao did not move. 'I know. I'll just ignore it. Let's see what you're up to.'
The person above her chuckled. She silently counted in her heart, "One, two, three …"
There was no third count.
Someone had changed the script in advance, and a low, calm voice floated down from the treetop.
"Miss, the night is cold, and the dew is heavy. I'm very cold."
His lines were really well memorized … Meng Fuyao bit her lip and wanted to laugh, but she stopped halfway and pretended to be deaf. 'Act, I'll see how long you can keep up the act.'
Zhangsun Wuji lowered his robe a little. He seemed to have adjusted the height of the branch so that he could smoothly land next to a certain uncooperative person. He was still in the same posture of lying high on the tree, his eyes drifting over her body, drifting over and over again.
Meng Fuyao turned her body and made a Dharma face. She looked down and did not say a word.
"Miss, are you cold?"
She undid the top button of her shirt, indicating that she was very hot. It would be strange if she was not hot in June.
She did not give him a chance to say, "Then take it off."
Instead, a bright red fruit rolled out. Its color was warm, but its fragrance was cool. "Red Kirin."
Meng Fuyao stared at the red fruit with her arms crossed and her nose in the air. 'Your Majesty, I'm no longer the ignorant person I used to be. I won't be so narrow-minded as to pick a rotten fruit when I see one. Get lost, get lost, get lost …'
"Whoosh …"
A white light flashed, as fast as lightning. A small gust of wind swept over, and with a somersault in mid-air, it fiercely kicked Meng Fuyao's nose.
"Ouch!" Meng Fuyao opened her eyes to see Lord Ingot's claw on her face. Apart from the fact that his claw was not holding the Kirin fruit, his kicking posture was exactly the same.
"Stupid rat!"
Meng Fuyao was enraged. She jumped up and tried to catch the escaping Lord Ingot. "You bastard! You're going to tear the roof tiles if you don't get a good beating! Why are you following that boring guy … "
She crashed into someone's chest that had been waiting for her for a long time.
Just a moment ago, Zhangsun Wuji was still on the branch diagonally opposite her. Somehow, he had suddenly maneuvered the branch to the opposite side. He scooped her up, pressed her into his embrace, and suddenly let go of the branch in his hand.
"Swoosh!" The supple branch that had been pressed down immediately bounced the two of them back to the treetop.
Meng Fuyao only felt the rustling of the leaves above her head. A few soft leaves brushed past her face. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and an even broader moon entered her vision.
Under the moonlight, a sparkling river meandered, like the flowing and winding lines of a painter's pen. It stretched out endlessly in the deep green, cutting the grassland into two. One was closer, light green, and the other was further away, plated with the golden moonlight. It was a deeper and richer shade of dark green.
The moonlight was full, shining brightly for all eternity. Like the wind on the grassland, it never grew tired and sang softly.
Meng Fuyao was attracted by the scenery. She did not expect that the scenery from beneath the tree and from the treetop would be so different. She was stunned for a while before she realized that she was being robbed again. "Zhangsun Wuji," she said resentfully, "you only know how to burn, kill, and plunder."
"Who can solve my longing? Who can relieve my worries? " Zhangsun Wuji hugged her unyieldingly. "I've waited a long time for you to finish your work and for you to think it through. Today, I can't bear it anymore."
Meng Fuyao could not help but laugh. "I used to think that Zhan Beiye was overbearing and righteous, but now I realize that you're the real overbearing one."
"Let's not waste time talking about outsiders on such a pleasant night." Zhangsun Wuji said faintly, "It's been a long time since we last met. I don't want to discuss who's more righteous and righteous with you."
"Besides," he glanced at her, his eyes deep and serene under the moonlight, "you're not a proactive person. I'm ashamed and remorseful, hiding in a corner and hurting myself. You're probably happy that you don't have to worry about me anymore, and you won't turn back to comfort me just because I'm ashamed and remorseful. That's why the distance between us is getting farther and farther, until you're as far away as you wish … I've seen through you. If the mountain doesn't come to me, I come to the mountain."
"You're so talkative today," Meng Fuyao said leisurely. "Actually, it's better to keep some distance between people. Really, Zhangsun Wuji, you should know what's bothering me now. I've never held anything in the past in mind. Ignoring you is for your own good."
"Only I know what's best for me." Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "Fuyao, there's no need to argue about this anymore. You have your stubbornness, and I have mine."
Meng Fuyao was silent for a while before changing the topic. "The scenery here is great. It's high and comfortable."
"How about we sleep here tonight?" Zhangsun Wuji hugged her. "I promise I won't let you fall."
Meng Fuyao ignored him and continued, "I've read a poem before, and I'll recite it to you. You stand on a bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching you look at you from above. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams."
Zhangsun Wuji listened quietly. "It's beautiful, but it's not a parallel poem from the Five Continents."
Meng Fuyao ignored his interruption. "Today, we're looking at the scenery from this tree. So, who's watching us?"
She said, "We've been rushing left and right in the Five Continents, and there are some things that we can't avoid even if we want to. No matter how we take a detour, we can't avoid crashing into that wall. So who's controlling it?"
Zhangsun Wuji was silent.
"That's Heaven's Will," Meng Fuyao said. Meng Fuyao continued, "Heaven's will is watching us, watching me. It has arranged for me to walk step by step to where I am now. If we were to say that when we first met in Taiyuan, my heart was still fuzzy and uncertain about the future, but now, I am completely sure of my direction. I believe that Heaven's will arranged for me to walk this far to fulfill my dreams."
"I'm just a passerby." She turned around and looked at Zhangsun Wuji, whose eyes were hazy under the starlight. "I'm just a passerby. No matter what traces I leave behind, they're all transparent. Look, even my birth and the things that I'm most concerned about have been stripped clean."
"What you should be most concerned about isn't your birth," Zhangsun Wuji said after a long time. "It's the person who will accompany you forever."
"Forever …" She sighed, her gaze slowly falling into the depths of the galaxy. She didn't say anything else.
What was forever? Her life would always be a broken point. Completing that life would be breaking this one. There were no two ways about it.
"Fuyao …" Zhangsun Wuji's lips moved closer to her cheek. His hot, fragrant breath brushed against her cheek. "Look at me … look at me … your gaze is always too far away … Why can't you look at the person beside you …"
She closed her eyes.
She couldn't look. She didn't dare to look. She didn't want to look. Every time she looked, she would miss him more, and every time she missed him more, she would stumble more. His gaze was like a long thread, and she didn't want to be tied by his ankles.
The early summer wind was warm and moist, but his lips were softer than the wind. He slowly kissed her ear and moved to her neck, tickling her. She tilted her head and raised her palm to gently block him.
Zhangsun Wuji didn't move. He didn't retreat or continue. He just stopped in her palm and kissed it gently.
His deep voice came from the package in her palm, sounding a little distorted.
"Fuyao … do you know why I want to replay the scene of our first encounter?" His breath was on her palm, but it was her heart that was burning. "I want you to know that no matter how much time passes, some memories and perseverance will never change. Ten years … twenty years … a lifetime … will always be the first day."
Meng Fuyao didn't say anything. She looked straight ahead, her eyes shining brighter and brighter, like a rolling pool of moonlight.
"I made that mistake … I promised to take you with me, but I was afraid that you would be discovered by my sect. By the time I rushed back, it was already too late," Zhangsun Wuji whispered in her ear. "From that day on, I swore to myself that I would never face 'too late' again. I wanted to fight for everything that I felt I should fight for. I didn't want regret to occupy the rest of my life. The previous ten years of regret were too long."
Meng Fuyao was silent, thinking about how difficult it was to save all the 'too late' in life.
"Promise me, Fuyao." Zhangsun Wuji wrapped his hands around hers and gently stroked them. "Don't go to Qiong Cang alone. Don't."
She immediately turned around and looked at him.
"If it's possible, I really hope that you don't go … never go." Zhangsun Wuji looked to the far north and sighed. "If you must go, remember not to leave me alone."
"I've heard that the Almighty Divines of the Evergreen Temple open the temple once every ten years to fulfill the requests of those who come from afar. I've also heard that in the last ten years, the temple received a woman and granted her request. Do you know who she is?"
Zhangsun Wuji shook his head. "That's a secret only known by the temple masters."
Meng Fuyao looked at him with her bright eyes. She wanted to say something but stopped herself. How could she go to Qiong Cang with him? Although he had always been helping her, who could guarantee that he wouldn't stop her at the last moment because he was reluctant to part with her?
However, Zhangsun Wuji's eyes were earnest. His expression had always been calm, as if everything was settled in his heart. She had never seen him so anxious and worried. His hand that was holding her felt warm, but his fingertips were gradually getting cold because of the long wait.
Trust him, trust him …
After a while, she finally nodded. "Alright."
'Alright.
I'll place my greatest trust in you. '
Zhangsun Wuji's expression relaxed, and his eyes lit up. The moon was born in the blue sea. He smiled and hugged Fuyao as they lay down comfortably on the branch.
The two of them lay side by side on the top of the tree, gazing at the moon. The tree wasn't big, but for the two of them who were already at the top of the world, they could even sleep on the surface of the water. They lay on the rustling leaves, inhaling the unique fragrance of the person beside them in the moist early summer wind. They watched the moon pass through the clouds. The night was cold, and the blue sky reflected the blue dome of heaven like water.
The moon hung high in the sky, and the celestial mountain dream was short. The road ahead was long. Who would walk out from the depths of the dream, flying in the white mist and riding on a green phoenix?
After a long time, a low murmur came from the top of the tree.
"So beautiful … I don't know how much longer I can look at it."
"I know."
"Hmm?"
"A lifetime."
= = =
Fuyao was woken up by a strange howl in the middle of the night.
The sound came from a faraway place. It wasn't loud at first, but it was extremely penetrating. Almost immediately after it sounded, it crossed the vast grassland and reached the ears of the two sleeping on the top of the tree. Fuyao sat up abruptly. She saw a black wind, or perhaps it was a straight cloud of dust. Accompanied by the clattering of horse hooves, it headed straight for the nomadic tribe downstream.
Fighting over the grassland had been the nomadic tribe's practice for thousands of years. A fertile grassland was the source of survival for the people. Fuyao sat on the top of the tree, listening to the sounds of fighting and crying in the wind. She frowned and said, "Should we interfere? These are Ya Lanzhu's people. "
"Ya Lanzhu doesn't care," Zhangsun Wuji said calmly. Zhangsun Wuji said calmly. "Fighting over the grassland is a means of survival for nomadic tribes. The fittest survive, and the winner is king. No one can stop it. You saw the tribe being attacked today, but it could also be that the tribe has just returned from attacking someone else. Interfering would violate the grassland's taboo."
Fuyao frowned and agreed. She sat on the tree and watched for a while. Suddenly, she let out a sound of surprise.
At the same time, Zhangsun Wuji was also startled.
Judging from the situation of the battle, the strength of the attacking tribe was very strange. They did not have a lot of people, and their strength did not seem to be stronger than the local herdsmen. However, there was a small group of people in the middle of the group. They attacked like the wind and came and went like lightning. They were like black hungry wolves, piercing through the tents, bringing with them countless cries of pain and blood. A little further away, on a short hill, there seemed to be a slender figure, sitting under the moonlight and playing a flute. Along with the sound of his flute, countless hungry wolves came from all directions of the grassland towards that tribe.
It was really a one-sided battle. The tribe downstream had no power to fight back and was reduced to a state of being slaughtered. It was also a very strange scene — a team with different strengths, a man in black playing a flute under the moon to control the wolf pack. What seemed to be a simple battle for the grassland seemed to have changed, and was mixed with the smell of conspiracy.
Hearing the faint cries of pain in the wind, Fuyao finally could not stand it anymore. She suddenly stood up and said, "This is not an ordinary battle. They are going to exterminate the tribe. I don't care about them usually, but now that I've encountered them, I don't want to hear the cries of those children."
She floated down from the tree. The guards had already stood up to prepare for battle. Zhangsun Wuji said, "Battles on the grassland rely on the cavalry's impact and explosive power. Since we're going to attack, let's catch them off guard."
Fuyao leaped onto her horse and whistled. Just as she was about to give the order to move out, the people on the opposite side had already discovered them. They were probably in high spirits from the killing. With a cheer, they brandished their shiny scimitars and charged towards them.
Fuyao laughed coldly. "Courting death."
She waved her arm and was about to order the cavalry to charge when she suddenly saw something in a tent in the middle of the opposite tribe.
The light was very strange. It looked like the light of a lamp, but the light could not possibly travel that far. It first trembled like a candle in the wind, then suddenly brightened. In a flash, the brilliance of a phoenix's feather extended, filling the entire tent in an instant. Then, a faint clang could be heard as the tent suddenly split open.
As soon as it split open, a ray of white light shot up into the sky.
"Sword light!" Fuyao exclaimed in shock.
It was not just sword light, but an extremely exquisite and familiar sword light!
The sword light broke out of the tent in an instant. In an instant, the white light was as fierce as the sun. The rolling light pillar shot up into the sky as if to meet the moonlight. That soul-stirring brightness created three halos on the top of the tent. Then, it spread out soundlessly. The sword light danced in all directions like the waves of the sea, sweeping through the tents on all sides. The herdsmen who had just been showing off their prowess and killing women and children were swept up by the sword light. Blood splattered everywhere, and miserable cries shook the heavens!
It was a breathtaking sword.
The sword light retracted like the first waves of the sea. The man made a turn in mid-air and landed lightly. His slender figure seemed a little frail, and he staggered when he landed.
Even so, the sword still alarmed the mysterious enemies. The slender man who was playing the flute on the hill seemed very surprised. Suddenly, he floated down like a withered leaf.
His steps were normal, but his gait was strange. Upon closer inspection, his knees did not move, and he was purely floating on the ground.
The man in black leaned on his sword and coldly raised his head to look at the enemies surrounding him from all sides. He looked at the pack of wolves who kept scratching the ground with their claws, and the slender man who indifferently floated over. His back was straight, like a thin and sharp sword.
Fuyao stared at his back. Even from a distance, she still felt that he was familiar.
On the opposite side, the herdsmen who had tried to rob them had already rushed over. The sound of hooves sent grass flying, and the ground was beating like a war drum.
Meng Fuyao waved her hand, and the Han Iron Cavalry rushed out with a loud bang. Even though they had started later, they still arrived first.
Collided! Blood splattered!
In the distance, under the moonlight, the man who was surrounded slightly tilted his head.
All of a sudden, Meng Fuyao leaped into the air like a black flag fluttering in the wind. In an instant, beads of fresh blood streaked past the entangled fighters and headed straight for the man who was surrounded!
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