The man approached her.
He was tall and slender, and his steps were light and quick. He looked very young.
Only the outline of Meng Fuyao's face could be seen under the wide-brimmed hat. She was still wearing the human skin mask, the image of a delicate young man. As for why she kept it on, she remembered that someone had told her not to reveal her true face so easily.
She looked at the man with a questioning gaze and felt him trembling uncontrollably. She also sensed an indescribable emotion from the man who called himself Chen Jing. He seemed to be a little nervous, a little excited, a little sad, and a little lonely. This gentle man had always been a little sad and rarely had such complicated emotions. Was it because of the archer?
She smiled and waved the broken arrow in her hand. "Where did you come from? The arrowhead has no arrow, and the drunkard has ulterior motives? "
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a snow-white ball of fur darted towards her at a speed faster than the arrow. It pounced towards her neck like lightning.
How could Meng Fuyao allow any unknown object to get close to her vital organs? She reached out to catch it and pinched it. She frowned and smiled. "Mouse?"
The mouse squeaked as it was pinched, then started crying again, hugging her fingers and sobbing. She felt the slippery ball of fur in her hand start to moisten. Shocked, she threw it away and yelled, "Don't pee on my hand!"
…
Some people were petrified …
Some balls were shocked …
The ball that had been accused of "peeing" did not understand why Meng Fuyao had suddenly become like this. It threw itself on the deck and bawled. Another golden ball immediately rolled out from the bow-wielding man's feet. It pointed at it and laughed. Then, it raised its head and puffed out its chest as it advanced towards Meng Fuyao.
'Master must know me!'
Meng Fuyao could not see the color of the object, but she could vaguely see an animal running towards her. She could smell the faint scent of a fox. 'Oh no, this one's hygiene is even worse.' She immediately raised her sword and yelled, "Stop!"
That tuo stopped in shock.
"Step back!" Meng Fuyao ordered. "Take three steps back! Turn around! Put your hands on your head! "
Tuo's eyes widened as he realized that his experience wasn't any better than Tuo's. However, when he saw his master's strange light red eyes, he suddenly understood something. He obediently retreated, turned around, and held his head.
The one that had been howling on the deck immediately laughed and got up. It stopped crying and squatted on the spot with its claws in its mouth. It looked at Fuyao, who had a strange expression on her face. 'Something's wrong, something's very wrong!'
The two balls were defeated, but there was still someone who was not afraid of death. A thin guy with a face that looked like it was squashed by a door climbed over from the Tiger Fang Pirate ship. He didn't even look at the two balls who had just suffered a setback and ran over: "Ahhhhh, Master, you made a fortune here. Why didn't you tell me that you made a fortune here? At least I can help you with the accounts. How can you feel at ease leaving it to that pretty boy? He will embezzle public funds and corrupt the accounts … "
Fuyao's body twitched.
What was going on today?
Every single one of them acted like they were familiar with each other and pounced on him without a care in the world. Was this a trap set by Tiger Fang to deal with him? But that ball of fur that had peed felt very familiar. Had he touched it before?
The tall and skinny guy pounced on her with tears streaming down his face. Oh, his martial arts are bad, but his Qinggong is good.
Fuyao squatted on the bow of the ship and suddenly pushed him with her palm. "Stop!"
The tall and skinny man stopped with a 'cha' sound. Sure enough, his Qing Gong was very good. He turned his eyes and saw the two lumps who were howling on the ground and hugging their heads while facing the wall. He didn't dare to act rashly. If this master really lost his mind and slapped him, he wouldn't even know how he died.
Fuyao didn't look at him or the two balls on the ground. She only 'stared' at the man who hadn't said a word and seemed to be trying hard to suppress his excitement. "Answer my question just now."
The skinny guy clasped his hands over his heart. Ah, it was still his master. Who else in the world could speak in such a concise and arrogant manner?
"You … don't remember?" The man asked. His voice was cold and somewhat hoarse. It didn't sound like an innate hoarseness, but rather a result of excessive excitement. "Fuyao, you … what happened?"
"An acquaintance?" Fuyao came to a sudden realization. She climbed down happily and strode over to shake his hand. "Isn't it a pleasure to have a friend come from afar? Ah, it's a small world indeed! May I know your name, where you came from, and when did you get to know each other? If you don't mind, can you tell me your birth date and measurements? Ah, please don't mind my nagging. This will help me gain a comprehensive and intuitive understanding of your past, present, and future. "
She shook the man's hand as if she was familiar with him. The man was startled and seemed to tremble. Fuyao felt a slight chill in his palm and his fingers trembling. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He seemed to be a little uncomfortable. 'Ah, this is a very familiar person. He knows I'm a woman.'
She immediately let go and grabbed the two balls on the ground affectionately. "Ah, the two balls on the ground. Sorry, I mistook them for animals. Put your paws down. Ah, it's tiring to hold them like that."
She grabbed one with each hand and immediately hugged her, wailing again. As they wailed, they kicked each other with all their might. 'Get away from me, you're so clingy. Disgusting!'
Fuyao felt that these two were too restless. How could she, Meng Haikou, let them be uncontrollable in her hands? She grabbed the two balls with both hands and smashed them together with a 'bang'.
They knocked each other unconscious, and the sky was filled with golden stars.
"Ah!" the man exclaimed in surprise. "Fuyao, how did you … That's Yuan Bao, that's a nine-tailed beast."
"Yuan Bao?" Fuyao looked up at the sky. Her eyes lit up. "Rat!"
She tilted her head and excitedly grabbed the man's shoulders. "Zhangsun Wuji!"
"I …" The man froze.
"I thought of this the day before yesterday." Fuyao took out a rotten wooden board from her bosom. There were a few crooked words carved on it, including 'Zhangsun Wuji's rat, Yuan Bao'.
"Rat = Yuan Bao, Yuan Bao = Zhangsun Wuji's rat. According to Lu Xun's Syllogism, Rat = Zhangsun Wuji." Fuyao was delighted. "You must be Zhangsun Wuji," she said proudly. "I finally thought of something!"
After chattering for a long time, she realized that the other party seemed a little disappointed and embarrassed. "Did you recognize the wrong person?"
Feeling the other party's gaze on her face, she said softly, "I am Yun Hen."
"Yun Hen …" Fuyao searched on her wooden board. She had memorized a lot of names and fragments of memories during the long period of time. "… Ten Strongest … Zong Yue … Chang Hanshan … Buddha Lotus … Zhan Beiye … Ah! Yun Hen! "
She happily showed the wooden board to Yun Hen and said, "Look, it's in red. I always paint the bad names in black. When I think about them, I paint them in red. You're red."
Yun Hen lowered his eyes and silently looked at the black-haired Fuyao, who had a smug smile on her face. He looked at the crooked red and black words on the wooden board. He looked at Fuyao's pale red eyes, which were obviously not focused properly. He looked at her relaxed expression.
She … was half blind … and half amnesia.
Blind! Amnesia!
What kind of cruel experience could have caused Fuyao, who was already one of the top five martial artists in the world and had long stood at the pinnacle of the martial arts world, to be ravaged to such an extent? She had to run away blind and fall into the sea. She had to forget the stormy past, the people who had accompanied her through life and death. She had to forget the laughter and sorrow she had once experienced. She had to forget the tear-filled eyes and the tears that trickled down the corners of her lips.
He dared not imagine what kind of nightmarish, hellish, and painful experience it must have been.
But even after such a cruel destruction, she was still so bright and free. When he first saw her on the boat, she used her blurry eyes to look at the sea. When she caught his arrow, she snapped her fingers. She never gave up searching for the things she had forgotten in her mind. She used those crooked red and black words to find the scattered threads of her life that belonged to her.
Never abandon, never give up, never waste time, never wallow in frustration, and never struggle.
There was a kind of woman in the world who would not bend even after a hundred setbacks. She would become stronger when facing the strong. Facing the wind, she would be brave and resolute!
Even if the world was blood red, she would still live a colorful life!
Yun Hen only felt that there was a heavy clog in his chest, with salty tears stuck there. That clog had been surging since he saw her back on the tiger tooth boat, and now he could not spit it out, so he could not spit out any complete words.
After a long time, he said in an extremely soft voice, as if he only wanted to say it to the gentle sea breeze at this moment.
"Fuyao, I really like it … My name is on the board."
= = =
"Yun Hen, you must know a lot of things, don't you?" Meng Fuyao asked impatiently as she pulled him into the cabin. "Tell me, tell me everything. Don't be like Chen Jing, pretending not to know anything."
Yun Hen was startled. Ever since he saw Meng Fuyao, all his attention had been on her. He did not notice anyone else beside him. Only now did he remember that he had seen a familiar shadow from the corner of his eye. He looked up and saw a figure turning the corner of the cabin. Although he did not see the face, the figure seemed familiar.
He frowned and thought for a while. Then, he put that strange feeling aside and said, "I've been looking for you for a long time. In order to find you, I became a pirate."
"Ah!" Meng Fuyao laughed. "The boss of the tiger-tooth? It must have been difficult for you to find me, right? "
Zhangsun Wuji said that it was a top-notch magic spell. That night, Fu Yao was in danger. That night, they tried to break the spell several times, even taking the risk of using the blood oath to break the moon. In the end, it was Zhan Beiye's blood of extreme Yang that met the requirements. Without a word, Zhan Beiye slashed out with his knife, almost cutting his artery. However, by the time they rushed out of the spell, they were still one step too late. Fu Yao was already gone, and only blood could be seen on the floor of Ya Lanzhu's bedroom. She had no idea what had happened.
Zhan Beiye immediately left the palace to look for Fu Yao. He was ready to move as well, since it would be more likely for them to split up. He had thought that Zhangsun Wuji would definitely come along, but he did not expect to receive news of the Emperor's death. On the night of Fu Yao's accident, Zhangsun Wuji had already received news of his father's serious illness. He had immediately mobilized the border troops as a precaution and planned to tell Fu Yao to return home.
On one side was Fu Yao, who was in danger, and on the other side was his father, who had suddenly passed away. The two most important people in his life had passed away at the same time, and he was faced with the most difficult choice in the world.
He remembered Zhangsun Wuji's expression at that time. The expression of that powerful man who controlled everything was indescribable. His silhouette under the pale white light of dawn made even him sigh in pain.
In the end, Zhangsun Wuji entrusted Yuan Bao and the Nine-Tailed Fox to him, hoping that these two could be used as a radar. He said that if they could not be found on the mainland, they would go to the sea.
At that time, Zhangsun Wuji said lightly, "I believe that she is not dead. I believe that she is a woman with extraordinary obsession. I believe that as long as she is still alive, she may forget me, she may forget you, but she will never forget to crawl to the seaside, from Fu Feng to the distant sky."
When he said this, his tone was light, but it was such a deep understanding, such a helpless and clear-headed recognition.
After leaving, Zhangsun Wuji did not look back, but when he was about to disappear from his sight, he suddenly looked up at the sky. At that moment, in the blue sky, the Northern Goose was going in the same direction as him, flying south in the opposite direction. On the vast sky, the painting rose and fell, swaying with ink marks. Every stroke was a choice made by the bloody pain in the tip of his heart.
He could not see Zhangsun Wuji's eyes staring at the wild goose in the sky, but he understood all the unspoken words and unvented sorrow at this moment.
They were all asking the same question in their hearts.
Fuyao, Fuyao, where are you?
You broke free from the shackles of the world and spread your wings, did you fly all the way to the north, and finally fly in a direction that has never changed?
Before leaving, he could not help but ask Zhangsun Wuji, "Will you regret this decision?"
"She said so." Zhangsun Wuji was silent for a long time before he answered, "A man with a sense of responsibility is a real man. This responsibility does not only include friends, but also family and country. If I abandon my country and family just to chase after my love, then I am not the Zhangsun Wuji who deserves to stay by her side."
"I will not do anything to disappoint her," he said with a faint smile, a smile that would not be destroyed by the wind and rain of the world, just like her.
From then on, he took the string of people and things left behind by Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji and embarked on a journey to find her. During the long search, he had despaired countless times, thinking that with Meng Fuyao's ability, even if she had been plotted against, how could she not have contacted him after such a long time? Thinking of this, he shuddered. There was a nightmarish word that he did not dare to touch, but then he thought of the man who had said in the wind, "I believe that she is not dead. What we need to do is to find her." He then continued to grit his teeth and persevere in the search.
After a fruitless search in the mainland, he had no choice but to head to the seaside and ask around if anyone had seen someone like Meng Fuyao. Finally, one day, a young man named Little Tiger approached him hesitantly and said, "The person you're talking about looks like someone I've met before …"
He then brought the child out to sea, but where could he find a Golden Shark Ship in such a vast sea? After wandering around the sea for a long time, he gradually heard of the name of the Viking Pirates. The way they did things vaguely seemed to be her doing. Thus, when he encountered the Tiger Fang Pirates, he used the same method as her to subdue the unruly pirates. He waited for the Viking Pirates to come to subdue the Tiger Fang Pirates, but the Viking Pirates were so lazy that they simply looked down on him. Thus, he could only search for information himself and interfere when she came to collect protection fees.
He finally met her and found her.
Half a year of wind and frost, from last autumn to this late spring.
He could not remember how many roads he had walked, how many people he had asked, how many mountains he had traversed in Fufeng, and how many routes he had sailed in the Sea of Urgh. Suddenly, he looked back at the Viking Ship and saw a familiar slender figure sitting on the golden sail.
At that moment, he choked and was speechless.
The heavens had taken pity on him and allowed him to be the first to meet her.
Everyone was searching. Ya Lanzhu sent out letters to all the officials in the country. Zhan Beiye sent out the most capable and most familiar Great Han Black Wind Cavalry. Zhangsun Wuji's hidden guards did not return to the country. They could not return until they found her. Amidst the changes in Fufeng, another undercurrent had been silently surging because of her.
Many people's arduous search had finally come to an end today. She had been lost in the vast sea, while he and them had happily become the remnants of her intuition.
He chuckled softly.
She had asked, was it bitter?
Bitter, it was bitter.
What was bitter was the anxiety and worry he had suffered when he lost track of her.
But now, looking at her faint red but still bright eyes, seeing her smile despite all the pain, he felt that the pain he had suffered for half a year was nothing.
There was no suffering in front of her, and he did not want to become her suffering. He had no extravagant hopes in this life. He only hoped that she would forever be this bright and high-spirited, blossoming the most noble and brilliant flower in the most difficult mud and dust.
He smiled and answered, "No, I found you the moment I left. How lucky."
"Then who am I?"
"You are the Great Wan Empress, Meng Fuyao," Yun Hen answered. "You came to Fufeng to find a way to improve your skills and to find the Da Feng's relic under Devil Island."
"Ah! I remember now, Devil Island! " Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up. She suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Chen Jing, Chen Jing, get ready, I want to go to Devil Island!"
She shouted for a long time, but no one answered. Yao Xun suddenly rushed in and asked, "Master, you want to go to Devil Island? Aiyaya, this is not the season. The weather is hot, and there are many whirlpools and storms at the bottom of the sea. There is a slim chance of survival, and if you're unlucky, you might meet a flood dragon. If you're really unlucky, you might meet a flood dragon king. That's not a slim chance of survival … "
"You're so long-winded!" Meng Fuyao squinted at him. "How do you know so clearly?"
"I'm from Devil Island." Yao Xun stared at her with wide eyes. "Ah, Master, you even forgot that?"
"Why should I remember?" Meng Fuyao curled her lips. When she turned around, she saw the ball of fur on the table staring at her with bright eyes. Its big black eyes clearly said, "You remember me, you definitely remember me." Those eyes were full of anticipation and purity. She finally found her conscience and said, "Ah … Ingot …"
Lord Ingot immediately cheered and danced.
"I remember your girlfriend's name is King Kong …"
Lord Ingot twitched …
Nine tails ran over in a flattering manner. Meng Fuyao was a little taken aback by the faint fox smell, but her farts were very fragrant. She felt that it was unreliable. She pushed it away and said, "You're Fei Yan's pet, aren't you? Stay away from me! "
Nine tails fell …
A pair of frustrated young men climbed up from the table miserably and looked at each other. Finally, for the second time, they came to an understanding — hugging each other and crying …
Yun Hen hesitated, not knowing if he should mention Zhangsun Wuji to Meng Fuyao. From his point of view, he naturally did not want to talk about it. Besides, Fuyao's memory was not very clear, so mentioning it might make her sad. However, looking at her calm expression, he suddenly felt that playing selfish tricks in front of a person like Fuyao was a lowly thing to do.
"Zhangsun Wuji has returned to the country to inherit the throne," he finally said after a while. "The Wuji Emperor has passed away … so he could not find you."
"Ah?" Meng Fuyao jumped up. "His father is dead? His father is dead? "
Yun Hen was stunned to see her emotional expression. She had mentioned her own matters so casually, but why was she so shocked when Zhangsun Wuji's father had passed away?
Meng Fuyao met his gaze and frowned. She looked up at the sky and mumbled in confusion, "Ah … I don't know what I'm so emotional about. I just felt a little sad when I heard the news. In my memory, it was someone very important to him. He must be very sad …" She waved her hand and calmed herself down, as if trying to suppress the strange feeling that suddenly welled up in her heart. She smiled and said, "Go and rest, I'll go back to my room and continue thinking."
As she walked back, she suddenly felt Yun Hen staring at her from behind. She turned around and smiled. "What's wrong? Is there anything else?"
"You …" Yun Hen pondered for a moment before asking, "Aren't you disappointed or angry?"
"Angry?" Meng Fuyao pointed at her own nose. "Me?"
Yun Hen remained silent.
Then, she laughed and said, "You mean Zhangsun Wuji, right? Should I be angry that he did not come to find me? But didn't you explain it to him just now? His father has passed away, and the country cannot be without a ruler for a day. Of course, he should return to the country to inherit the throne. Should he abandon the country and travel thousands of miles to find a friend? That would be ridiculous. "
"And you, all of you." Meng Fuyao crossed her arms, looking calm and serene. "Everyone has their own responsibilities, and I do not wish to become anyone's burden or responsibility. I'm happy that I can come, but I have no right to blame if I can't. Everyone has to fight against loneliness in their life, and the most important task in life is to be responsible for themselves."
Yun Hen stared at her, speechless. She spread her arms wide and drew a big circle in the air. "Trust me, I'll live a good life. You see, I'm still the King of the Seas …" She lifted her head and smiled. "I'm Meng! King! King! "
She walked out with light steps, as if she was hugging the sea and sky.
Yun Hen was silent for a long time in the shadows of the cabin. The moonlight shimmered like the ripples of the sea, reflecting the light in his eyes.
After a long time, he said softly,
"You are so lucky … You are so lucky."
= = =
The gentle waves gently splashed against the hull of the ship, rolling out like black silk. The lights on the opposite island flickered, and the resting pirates were organizing their supplies. On the bow of the ship, there were people drinking towards the sea, one sip for themselves, one sip for the sea.
Yun Hen walked over lightly and stood behind that person.
The person did not turn back. After a moment of silence, he handed over the wine jug and said, "There's no good wine on the ship. It tastes like horse piss. Make do with it."
Yun Hen was startled, as if he did not think that the gentle and refined person in his impression would actually say such crude and straightforward words.
"When I recognized her on the sea, this was the first thing she said to me." Jingchen turned back, his face pale, but his eyes were smiling. "You can tell that it's her tone, right? That's how she is. She's always the same. She'll never change. "
Yun Hen was silent. He was a little resistant to Jingchen talking about Meng Fuyao, but in the end, he said, "No, she is changing. She is becoming more broad-minded, but her heart is becoming firmer."
Yan Jingchen chuckled and gulped down another mouthful of wine. Yun Hen looked at his posture and realized that he was unknowingly imitating Meng Fuyao. He recalled how Yan Jingchen used to remember the nobility and elegance of a noble family, but now, he had changed.
"Perhaps you are right," Jingchen said after a long time. "You will always understand her better than I do. That is why you are worthy to stand by her side. As for me … I have long …"
Yun Hen slowly took a sip of wine. He thought about how Jingchen was also deeply in love, but unfortunately, he was not fated to be.
"Did Father tell you about returning to the family?" Jingchen suddenly changed the topic. "I told him about it before I left. I believe you already know?"
Yun Hen was furious at the mention of this. He laughed coldly. "What right do you have to mention this? What right does the Yan family have to ask me to return to the family? Yan Chi messed with my mother and did not dare to acknowledge me when I was born. But when your Old Master found out, he was afraid that he would taint your noble bloodline and wanted to bury us alive. How could he not say a word? Is he human? Is your Old Master human? Is he worthy to be my father? He is only worthy to be your father! "
Yan Jingchen shuddered, and his facial features contorted. He took a deep breath and said, "Grandpa and Father have let you and your mother down. Now that Grandpa has passed away, Father often thinks of you. He thinks that you are dead and sighs a lot. I couldn't take it anymore …"
"Now that your Old Master is dead, you want me to return to the family? I was wondering why Yan Chi suddenly came to the Yun family without saying a word. It turns out that his father is dead, his son ran away, and there is no one by his side to inherit his noble family business. You could not stand it because there was no one by his side. Why did no one stand it when my mother and I were buried alive? "
Yun Hen's face was even paler than Jingchen's. This man who did not like to speak much was really angry today. His words were no longer calm, but fierce and sharp. However, he could not help it. Did the Yan family have the face to ask him to return to the family? Did the Yan family have the face to ask for him from the Yun family after so many years? The moment he was pushed out of the mud pit by his mother, the moment he knelt in front of Yun Chi and begged him to bury his mother, the Yan family was his enemy!
Jingchen was silent. He was speechless under Yun Hen's barrage of questions. After a while, he raised his tearful face and choked, "Brother … Good brother, I know you look down on me. I know the Yan family has wronged you, but I beg you … If you go back one day, don't make things difficult for Father …"
"It's your Yan family. Don't make things difficult for me!" Yun Hen smashed his wine pot and walked away.
"Brother …" Behind him, someone knelt down.
Yun Hen froze.
"Brother, I might not be able to go back in this lifetime …" Jingchen said with a trembling voice. "In the future … in the future … the Yan family will have to be inherited …"
The sea breeze was fierce, and a thin layer of mist rose on the wet deck, enshrouding the hazy moonlight. The people kneeling looked up hopefully at the back of the people standing, while the people standing looked up at the sky without saying a word.
Yun Hen did not look back. After a while, he walked away quickly.
Jingchen was left kneeling on the deck for a long time. He slowly curled his body into a ball and pressed his face against the wet floor.
The night was silent. The falling tears mixed with the seawater on the deck, flowing silently.
= = =
The Viking pirates' ship gradually moved towards Devil Island. Although it was not the right season to go into the sea, according to Yao Xun, they had to wait until early summer to reap the rewards. At that time, the sea surged violently and could bring up the treasures from the ancient countries that had sunk in Devil Island's waters. Otherwise, they would not be able to enter the deep sea.
Meng Fuyao did not think much about the treasures, but when she saw the map in the bag that Yao Xun had left behind, she remembered another important mission: to find Da Feng's relic.
Back when Da Feng was fighting sea beasts in the Fufeng Sea, he had lost something on his body. Although Meng Fuyao did not know what it was, she had encountered a bottleneck at the last stage of her cultivation technique. She was obviously on the verge of breaking through, but she could not overcome that thin layer of obstruction. She had been stuck in this state for a long time, which made her anxious. Her intuition told her that Da Feng's relic might be of help.
Yun Hen had already sent a group of people back to report. No matter what, there were too many people looking for Meng Fuyao. Since she had found her, it was only natural for those who could not sleep well to be at ease.
The Viking fleet stopped at the edge of Devil Island, which was famous for its dangerous currents and numerous submerged reefs. Under the waters around the island, the submerged reefs were like the fangs of a dog. Larger ships did not dare to approach.
A few small boats were lowered into the water. Meng Fuyao, Yun Hen, and Yao Xun were on one, while Yan Jingchen brought Old Man Ma and a few pirates who were good at swimming.
Meng Fuyao did not let Old Man Ma go back. She needed an old fisherman like him, who had been out on the sea all year round. Old Man Ma saw that the rewards were good and agreed.
Sunlight shone down, and the surface of the sea shimmered like gold. Meng Fuyao stood on the boat and compared the route according to Da Feng's map. After a while, she drew an area. "It's here."
Yao Xun poked his head out. "The water is constantly flowing. How can you be sure that something from decades ago is still there?"
"There must be a reason why Da Feng drew the route. Look at this spot on the map," Meng Fuyao said. "It's obvious that he took some remedial measures when the thing fell. Perhaps he used something to suppress it. Anyway, the old man was clear-headed before he died.
Yao Xun put on his diving suit and stretched his limbs. He hung his leather bag and tied the rope. He breathed in the moist sea breeze and laughed. "Ah, it's been a long time since I've been in the water. Finally, I can put my skills to good use!"
He leaped into the water like a silver fish. At first, a faint gray shadow could be seen in the blue water, but it gradually disappeared.
Meng Fuyao placed the rope down and estimated the depth of the sea based on the length of the rope. She judged how long she could last if she went down. Yao Xun belonged to the Hidden Shark Clan of Rakshasa Island. He had practiced holding his breath since he was young, so he could stay underwater longer than ordinary seafarers. Hmm … based on his martial arts, he could probably last an hour at that depth.
Yao Xun kept pulling the rope until it was about to give out. Meng Fuyao waited anxiously. After a while, she felt Yao Xun start to float up. After a while, he broke through the water with a splash, panting. "It's so deep … there are so many things down there … but it's pretty calm. I didn't find anything dangerous. I saw a metal box at the entrance of the cave. It looked like the one on the map, but it was pierced by a long sword and nailed to the reef. I couldn't pull it out."
"I'll go." Meng Fuyao replied.
"I'll go." Yun Hen, who was beside her, immediately said.
Meng Fuyao laughed. "You're not good at swimming. I've been training on the sea for a long time. Let me tell you, martial arts on land and underwater are two different things. It's already pretty good if you can keep 20% of your skills underwater, let alone someone who's not good at swimming. Don't worry, I'll go down and pull out the sword. I'll come back up after I get the stuff. Nothing will happen. "
Without waiting for Yun Hen's reply, she jumped into the water without a sound, splashing water that shone like molten gold. Yun Hen watched her nimble figure enter the water, and his heart skipped a beat. Yan Jingchen's boat also approached. The two brothers looked at each other and turned away.
Meng Fuyao dived into the sea.
The deep sea was silent, like another quiet world. At first, she could still see sunlight penetrating through the thin water, but gradually, she could only see dark blue and dark green lights intertwining and changing. The deeper she went, the darker it became. It was as heavy and oppressive as a nightmare, but there was also a white light. Meng Fuyao knew that she was at the bottom of the sea. There was light at the bottom of the sea.
Schools of fish swam around her, silver, red, and dark green. Some of them landed on her face, causing a slight itch. Jade-white and crimson corals grew on the grayish-black reef. They swayed gently like deer antlers and willow branches, shining brilliantly in the midst of the divine lights.
It was a tranquil and beautiful seabed, but Meng Fuyao was not in the mood to appreciate it. All she could see were deep and light red outlines.
Her gaze quickly fell on a small cave entrance filled with algae. There was a long sword with seaweed hanging from it, and there was indeed a box under the sword.
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed and immediately swam over to pull out the sword. As she swam toward the cave, she felt a strange feeling in her heart. She felt that the cave looked a little strange, and a vague image of another cave that seemed to have a five-colored flower growing on it flashed across her mind. She could not figure out the connection between the two after thinking for a long time, so she subconsciously avoided the cave and lifted her hand to pull out the sword.
The sword was stuck very deep. She could imagine the boundless power of the Tempest Sword when it was thrown into the water many years ago. However, she could not understand why he did not continue to swim down to retrieve the box.
Pulling out the sword was naturally not a problem for her. She reached out to pull it out and felt that there was something strange under the sword, but she could not tell what was wrong. She brushed away the seaweed and reached for the box.
Suddenly, the ground beneath her moved.
A single movement caused the earth to shake and the mountains to shake!
The seawater bubbled up like a boiling pot, and the reefs, corals, and seaweed all around her shook violently. The flying fishes fled in panic, and many of them could not tell which direction they were heading in. In their panic, they collided with Meng Fuyao. At the same time, Meng Fuyao felt a bright light behind her, as if two searchlights were suddenly shining in her direction. She quickly turned around and saw that the pitch-black 'cave' with seaweed and seaweed had suddenly shot out a huge, dark green light.
The two balls of light were incomparably huge. At first glance, Meng Fuyao thought that they were some underwater treasure, but when she looked again, she felt dizzy. It was obviously a pair of eyes!
Below her, everything within a radius of a few dozen meters was moving. Following the shaking, the attached creatures fell one after another, gradually revealing a greyish-green back. A small part of the back was like the spine of a large ship — it was a gigantic sea beast!
Meng Fuyao knew that this was not good. This thing was so huge that she would not be able to swim out of its range in the blink of an eye. It seemed to have thick skin and thick flesh, and her dagger would not be of much use. She hurriedly pulled on a rope to let herself be pulled up, but despite its huge size, the beast was as agile as lightning. With a flick of its head, the rope was broken before Meng Fuyao could even see it move.
She immediately stuffed the box into her bosom and swam upwards with all her might. However, no matter how fast she swam, it was impossible for her to outrun the creature's naturally long body. Just a slight movement would take her half a day. She had only swum a few meters when she heard a thunderous roar, which shook the corals on the ground and shattered them into pieces. Then, a strong whirlpool appeared behind her and sucked her backwards.
The turbulent current rolled her down like grass, and the churning, turbid seawater rolled up white sand, reflecting the huge black shadow that was rapidly approaching. Under the dark green eyes was a bloody mouth with sharp teeth, waiting to devour its prey.
Meng Fuyao suddenly raised her sword.
"Clang!"
The long sword was pressed against the beast's upper and lower incisors.
The beast roared and forcefully closed its mouth, trying to break the sword. The sword gradually bent under the tremendous force, but it did not break. Nobody could easily break something that Meng Fuyao had poured all her energy into.
She held on tightly to the sword to prevent her body from being sucked into the beast's stomach by the whirlpool. Her thin body danced in the beast's mouth like a black flag, surrounded by the surging water. She closed her eyes and calmly took out the Heaven Piercing Sword. She wanted to get rid of this thing here and now.
Suddenly, something pushed out from behind her like an iron plate in an attempt to push her away. She dodged to the side and swung the Heaven Piercing Sword in her hand, but only a piece of dark flesh was cut off. That thing seemed to be incomplete to begin with.
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao remembered that the sea beast that was said to have been slaughtered by Da Feng many years ago was not dead, but merely crippled. Da Feng's sword was stuck in its body, and the box had fallen on its nostrils. At that time, Da Feng was probably exhausted and could not continue the chase, so he had to leave. Damn it, Da Feng did not tell her about such an important matter!
That year when the gale lured this rascal into the shallow water, it was not able to kill it. Now that she was underwater, she had been tossing and turning for a long time, and the intense movements underwater also consumed a lot of her True Power. If she stayed any longer, not to mention if she would become this rascal's lunch, just the suffocation would cost her her life!
'I can't stay here any longer!'
She raised her hand and the "Heaven Piercing" ruthlessly stabbed. Wherever it hit, wherever it hit, whatever it hit, the dark red blood mist kept surging out from under the white foam of the blue seawater. It was so dirty that one couldn't see anything clearly. She was wrapped in such a bloody wave, but her expression did not change. She just chopped, chopped! Chop!
The sea beast roared and churned. With a flick of its head, Meng Fuyao was thrown out like a fallen leaf. She was thrown a few feet high into the air. She was dizzy from the impact, but she immediately borrowed the force to soar into the air!
As long as she could get out of the water, she would be able to escape with her life!
However, her head suddenly started to hurt.
Her head, which had not felt pain for a long time, began to hurt again. That violent swing seemed to have touched her old wound, stirring her brain, which had finally calmed down for a while, again. Those sharp knives coldly dug into the flesh of her brain, and the sharp pain penetrated into her bones.
Her body involuntarily went limp, and her vision darkened. The murky green seawater pressed down on her, and she was surrounded by sword-like shadows.
She fell, falling into the mouth of the sea beast.
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