There was no way to avoid the sword light above her head and the spirit below her.
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes and accelerated her descent with the Thousand Catty Fall.
She would rather fall into the mud than have her heart pierced by a sword. Even if she was destined to die, she would struggle for a moment longer. Even if it meant an ugly death, as long as she could live for a moment longer, she would not hesitate.
She did not live only for herself. There were so many people she cared about and cared about her.
Along the way, blood rained. Fighting bravely and viciously was no longer her final choice.
Fall! The wind howled, and the shadows around her became chaotic. Behind her, the spirit of King De charged forward with its tongueless mouth.
"Hiss!"
Suddenly, she felt something tighten around her waist, and her body stopped. However, she did not fall into the black mud she had imagined. Instead, she remained suspended in the air.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a black and red artillery shell whistling down from above.
The wind was so fast and fierce that her hair flew in all directions. She could not even open her eyes. She could not even breathe as the wind blew against her face.
The black and red hurricane rushed towards her and did not stop when it got close to her. A red light flashed in his hand, and there was a loud smack.
He smashed the spirit of King De that was clinging to her with its claws and fangs.
No matter who you are or what kind of spirit you are, as long as you lay a finger on me, I will kill you!
She heaved a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to reach out and pull him, her body was suddenly pulled up by someone. At the same time, a white shadow swept down from the cliff, right in front of her.
Unlike the black shadow that was charging around like a gust of wind, this white shadow was swift and light. Its movements were as neat as a streamline. It was like a dagger with the sharpest and smoothest lines that were most in line with the mechanics of the human body. In a way that minimized air resistance, it instantly cut through the darkness without any hindrance.
Like a pair of sharp scissors, he cut through the black silk. "Chi!"
In the blink of an eye, a gorgeous man with glassy eyes and red lips appeared in front of Fuyao without a sound. A long sword was held close to his elbow, flashing brilliantly as it sliced through the flying swords in its path. Countless fragments of the tip of the sword flew out in mid-air like broken camellia petals, fluttering in the greyish-black fog.
A unique way of using the sword and a beautiful streamlined figure.
Meng Fuyao's eyes suddenly became slightly wet.
The man rushed in front of her and raised his hand, while the one below him raised his hand to block. The two experts cooperated seamlessly and threw Meng Fuyao, who was about to greet her, up.
With that, she broke through the boundless darkness and saw the light above. But how could she stay out of it? She flipped in mid-air and was about to descend when a hand suddenly reached out from above and grabbed her wrist, pulling her over.
Meng Fuyao landed on the ground with a thud. It felt so good to have her feet on solid ground. The next moment, she widened her eyes in shock. "Yun Hen, Yao Xun, and Tie Cheng, why are you all here …"
The three of them glanced at her without saying a word. It was obvious that they were angry with her. Meng Fuyao was helpless. She knew she was in the wrong, but she was not in the mood to please them. After thinking for a while, she said, "I'd better go down. That thing is hard to deal with."
"Don't go." Yun Hen pulled her back. "Brother Zhan has a way to break the formation. You'll only distract them."
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows.
"Brother Zhan said that his master used to break the first two formations of the Four Realms out of boredom, so he knew the key to breaking the Nine Nether Formation," Yun Hen said. "Even though this formation is more powerful and has the addition of the Sword Cliff, the method should still be the same."
"What method?" Meng Fuyao was stunned. This damned Nine Nether Formation would summon all the spirits that the person who entered the formation had killed in his life. These things could not be killed, nor could they die. Even if they did not die from being bewitched, they would be exhausted to death from endless attacks. How could they break it?
Those two emperors seemed to have killed more people than her, right? She was about to die from exhaustion. What reason did he have to escape?
Those spirits would not rest until they were dead, right?
As she thought about it, a thought flashed through her mind. It was so fast that it could not be captured.
Perhaps because the thought was too frightening, her consciousness automatically blocked it.
Just as Meng Fuyao's heart was pounding, a white shadow flashed in front of her. Zong Yue had rushed up, his tight-fitting white shirt torn in several places. The sword formation below was indeed powerful. Even a top-notch assassin like Zong Yue had almost been injured.
"Why did you come up?" Meng Fuyao stared at him in shock. Before she could ask him how he was, she suddenly felt a tremor beneath her. The ground she had just stabilized suddenly changed, revealing a jagged cliff. The stench of blood and the tumbling mud returned once more.
They were still in the Gate of Death and had yet to break the formation. The Nine Nether Formation would never stop as long as it was not broken!
Meng Fuyao's expression changed. She leaped up to take a look, only to see a black silhouette at the bottom of the cliff like a flag against the wind. With a swoosh, countless struggling spirits surged up. Some had lost their heads, some had broken arms, some had bloody holes in their chests, and some had their bones shattered … They were all crippled and slanted, wailing and wailing as they surged towards Zhan Beiye!
Zong Beiye was in mid-air, unable to retreat. He was about to be held back by the spirits —
Just as Meng Fuyao was about to run down —
Zong Beiye suddenly shouted.
"You want me to die? Sure!"
"Cha!"
The crimson sword light swept across his neck, and with a swoosh, a radiance rippled out like the morning sun. Within the radiance, hot blood, more intense than the sword Qi, shot out in a vigorous manner, drawing a shocking rainbow in the gray fog!
Before the rainbow disappeared, Zong Yue waved his sleeves, and a white stripe flew out and unfolded in the fog.
The white stripe fluttered in the wind like a flag, stained with fresh blood. Under the white stripe, a black figure spattered with blood fell rapidly!
Meng Fuyao's scream was stuck in her throat!
Her mind went blank, and she froze on the spot.
She threw herself at the edge of the cliff, and when she saw the black figure falling, the spirits immediately laughed and screamed as they fought to squeeze forward, wrapping the black figure in their midst. They tore and bit at it with all their might. Some of them couldn't make it, and their heads, legs, and eyeballs were crushed … The black river continued to churn noisily until the black figure was torn into pieces. The spirits finally fulfilled their long-cherished wish, and one by one, they gradually sank into the endless Nether River.
The black muddy river returned to its calm state, and the tremors on the ground gradually stopped. When the last spirit floated on the surface of the river, a loud boom resounded in all directions.
Meng Fuyao, who was on the flat ground, suddenly felt her surroundings light up, and the air around her turned cold. She looked down at the pure white snow beneath her, and on both sides of her were towering cliffs. She was in the valley just now.
The first formation, the Nine Nether, was broken.
The formation was broken, and Meng Fuyao was limp on the ground, but she did not look happy. She struggled to get up and shouted, "Zhan Beiye! Zhan Beiye!"
She screamed with all her might, and her voice reverberated in the empty valley, crashing into the mountain walls. "Zhan Beiye, Zhan Beiye, Zhan Beiye …"
No one answered. Beside her, Zong Yue and Yun Hen looked at her quietly. The air was so cold and quiet, the mountains were silent, and the valleys were silent. It was as if the tragic scene in the Great Array of Nine Nether and the approaching ghosts had never happened.
Meng Fuyao sat there in a daze, her heart empty. She thought about the scene for a long time, and after a while, she jumped up and yelled, "Zhan Beiye, get out here! If you don't come out, I'll never know you again! "
Suddenly, someone behind her laughed.
Then, a warm and bright voice said, "Sigh, how stingy."
Meng Fuyao shook her head and threw a punch without looking back. "You bastard! You can't scare me like this! "
The man reached out to receive her punch, and he refused to let go. Meng Fuyao struggled, but to no avail. She was so exhausted that she did not have the strength to pull Zhan Beiye away. She raised her eyebrows and yelled, "Let go!"
The warm hand that held her hand paused for a moment, then gently stroked her slender fingers with nostalgia. Finally, he let go, and Meng Fuyao turned around and glared at him.
Behind her, a handsome man in a red robe and black robe stood amidst the snow. His eyebrows were deep and dark, and his gaze was as bright as steel. He stared at her deeply, neither backing down nor apologetic. "Fuyao, I just wanted … to see you sad for me."
'I wanted to see you worried and sad for me. I wanted to see you frown and worry for me. I wanted to see your eyes filled with concern for me.
'I know … this might be the only time in my life.
'That's why I selfishly indulged in that moment even though I knew I shouldn't make you worry. I wanted to remember that look in your eyes even more clearly, so that it would remain fresh in the years to come.
'I want to use this to remind myself that I will always have a place in your heart.'
Meng Fuyao remained silent. She raised her head and met Zhan Beiye's burning gaze.
'This valiant and bright man.
'This fiery Han Emperor.'
'From their first encounter in the Taiyuan Forest to their first encounter in the Four Realms of the Firmament, this might be the last time in their lives. She knew it, and he knew it.
At this point, no matter how much they laughed or cursed, it could no longer conceal the desolation in their eyes.
She forced a smile and changed the topic. "How did you know about this technique? It's as though it's real. "
"Whoever started the trouble should untie it." Zhan Beiye laughed. "Isn't the obsession of the Nether Spirit Formation revenge? Then I'll die for them to see. Once my wish is fulfilled, the resentment will dissipate, and the formation will collapse on its own. Back then, my master tried to break through the formation. He had killed countless people in his life, but he couldn't take it anymore. In a fit of anger, he felt that it was too shameful to let them pester him to death, so he slit his own throat. In the end, he realized that the group of scoundrels backed off. That's how I found out about it. "
Meng Fuyao couldn't help but laugh. "Oh? Why hasn't anyone in the Pugilistic World heard that Master Lei Dong broke the formation? "
"Of course he couldn't really slit his own throat. In a moment of desperation, he killed a chicken that he was preparing to roast to create a smokescreen." Zhan Beiye laughed heartily. "That's not a nice thing to say. My master took it as the shame of his life, so he never told anyone about it."
He laughed as he spoke, trying to use his bright and cheerful voice to break through the gloom she was in. He wanted to break through the sorrowful expression on her face. However, the unforeseen future and the pool of blood still weighed heavily on Fuyao's heart. She tried her best to brighten up, but her smile remained as faint as an empty flower.
Zhan Beiye's smile gradually faded. He sighed silently and turned around.
Meng Fuyao's gaze slowly turned to Zong Yue and Yun Hen. She couldn't say that she wasn't happy to see them, but there was also helplessness in that happiness.
The two of them were silent. One stood with his hands behind his back, while the other sat cross-legged. One's back view was lonely, while the other's gaze was fixed on the distant void. Their gazes no longer fell on her, but they surrounded her everywhere.
The ends of the earth were only by her side.
Whether she struck the water three thousand times to soar to the sky or slashed at the depths of hell, no matter when or where, those men who stood at the pinnacle of the world would always be by her side, regardless of their status or their desire for power.
These … people who loved her.
She didn't want to be involved in anything in her life, yet she owed them a debt of love that she could never repay. Every debt she held in her heart was destined to be an empty city.
Her thoughts had long been engraved into her bones, written in her eyes and actions. There was no need for words.
The silence was too embarrassing. She turned around and quietly took out Sir Yuan Bao. "Ah!" Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at him.
Lord Ingot was stiffly propping up his belly. His fur was dull, and there was no warmth in his body. It looked like he was already dead.
Meng Fuyao stared straight at Lord Ingot, her tears silently condensing into ice at the corner of her eyes.
"Rat … Rat … No …" She held Lord Ingot and murmured, "Don't … don't … don't really die in front of me …"
Her tears fell like ice beads, landing on the dark fur that had condensed into a ball, making a tinkling sound.
She pressed Lord Ingot against her face, feeling the slightly stiff coldness on her cheek. Her tone was already a little pleading. "Get up, get up! Aren't you good at scolding me? Aren't you good at scolding me? Get up, get up! In the future, you can scold and scold me all you want … "
Tears dripped down her cheeks, landing on the corner of her snow-white robe. Zong Yue sat down. Her eyes lit up as if she had seen a great hope. She turned around and grabbed his collar. "Zong Yue, Zong Yue, you're the world's miracle doctor. Save Ingot, save Ingot …"
Zong Yue's gaze fell on her broken finger, then slowly turned to Lord Ingot. "I'm not a vet."
She stared at him blankly and let go after a while. Zong Yue grabbed her hand and said, "Where's your finger? I'll find a way to reattach it before the formation activates. "
"Forget it." Meng Fuyao withdrew her hand and said calmly, "If it's broken, then so be it. How many things in this world can be reattached after being broken? Why should I be an exception? "
Her tone was indifferent, and her eyes were empty. Zong Yue looked at her and was about to say something when he suddenly heard Zhan Beiye shout, "Who's there?!"
At the same time, Zhan Beiye flicked his sleeves, and a strong gust of wind rose from the snow-covered ground. It was mixed with a snowy mist and rushed in a certain direction.
With his skills, apart from Hall Master Evergreen, even the Ten Strongest would be able to stop him. However, a small black shadow flashed, and something had already passed through the gap between his palms and pounced towards Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao turned her head and saw what it was. "Eh?" Her eyes lit up. "Black pearl!"
The Black Pearl completely ignored her and threw herself at Lord Ingot. Without saying anything else, she hugged him and began to cry.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak …"
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak …"
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak …"
At first, Meng Fuyao listened to its cries guiltily. The more she listened, the more she raised her eyebrows. Was it just crying, or was it mourning? It sounded like a professional middle-aged woman crying. Had it turned Ingot's life from birth into a song?
Meng Fuyao could not stand it any longer and gave it a slap.
"Are you here to cry, or to save him? If you're here to cry, scram. If you're here to save him, hurry up! "
After being slapped, the black pearl remembered what it was here for and hurriedly dragged Lord Ingot into the snow-covered ground.
Meng Fuyao did not know what it was going to do and reached out to stop it. The black pearl spat at her in disgust and stepped on her finger. It had grown fatter recently, and was now twice the size of Ingot. When it stepped on her finger, it flattened Meng Fuyao's finger.
Zong Yue, who was beside her, stopped her. "Since these divine beasts share the same bloodline, they must have a life-saving method that only they know. Since the black pearl sensed it and rushed over, you should let it go."
Fuyao had no choice but to let go. She watched as the plump Black Pearl dragged Ingot, who had lost a lot of weight in an instant, into a hole in the snow. It looked like a burly woman carrying a scrawny man back … The thought made the corner of her mouth twitch. 'It can't be, it can't be so melodramatic, can it?'
But on second thought, 'So what if it is? Since there are only two evergreen divine beasts in the world, they are destined to be together. As long as the black pearl can save Ingot, I don't mind being a matchmaker … '
She relaxed a little. Then, she heard Zong Yue ask, "You should take out that finger now, right?"
Meng Fuyao took out the finger. Zong Yue looked at it and praised, "You actually know how to freeze it with ice. Luckily, we still made it in time." He thought for a moment and said awkwardly, "We came out in a hurry and didn't have the Datura flower with us …"
"It's okay," Meng Fuyao said calmly.
How many injuries and hardships had she suffered in her life? What was a sewing finger without anesthetics? Even if it was a myriad of pain, how could it compare to the heart-wrenching pain? How could it compare to the moment when she fell silently into the blood-stained snow in the valley?
If it weren't for the fact that she was worried that losing a finger would affect her future attacks, it wouldn't have been that important.
The most important thing in her heart was ahead.
Zong Yue's hand that was holding onto her finger trembled. Behind him, Zhan Beiye's breathing quickened. Yun Hen silently turned his head. The Vajra on his shoulder was standing on one leg with its yellow fur facing the sky. It stared at Meng Fuyao with one eye closed. After a while, it said, "Good! From now on, I admire you! "
Zong Yue took out his medical bag and lit a match to disinfect the equipment. Zhan Beiye and Yun Hen turned their backs. The former was silent for a while, then punched the snow in all directions. No one knew what he was angry about.
The air was very quiet. Only the rustling of snow could be heard, the subtle sound of knives and needles, the steady sound of Zong Yue's hands rummaging through the equipment, and the nervous and patient breathing. It wasn't the breathing of Meng Fuyao, who was operating without anesthetics, but Zhan Beiye and Yun Hen.
Even though they weren't the ones suffering, they hoped that they could take her place. They didn't want to see her pain and paleness, and they didn't want to see her calm and patient smile.
With their backs facing the corner, they pricked up their ears and tried their best to listen to the sounds coming from the snow cave. They would rather focus on eavesdropping on the Black Pearl and Lord Ingot to block out the surging pain in their hearts.
The sharp needles pierced through flesh and bones, and the pain pierced through the heart. Unlike the knife and sword, where the pain only lasted for a moment, this pain was dense and continuous. It seemed like it would never stop, but in fact, it was silently eroding. It was just like … the love they had encountered along the way.
Tears gradually formed in Meng Fuyao's eyes. They glistened in her jet-black eyes, reflecting the bright red blood in the snow.
Those tears weren't for the bone-piercing pain, but for the sorrowful yet beautiful encounters in life.
She wanted to remember the pain in her heart. She wanted to remember that there was someone who had been in such pain for her. Perhaps, from the moment they met, it had been a continuous and dense pain.
Zong Yue's breathing had always been the calmest apart from Meng Fuyao. Due to his identity, he had to maintain a calm state of mind. Unknowingly, in this extremely cold weather, beads of perspiration began to form on his forehead. Along the way, the beads were blown into ice beads by the cold wind and fell on the snow like teardrops.
For a moment, he envied Zhan Beiye and Yun Hen. Why was he the one who excelled in medicine instead of them? That way, he could turn around and eavesdrop on the mouse's corner.
The simplest surgery of his life.
The most difficult surgery of his life.
He held the finger as though he was holding his own heart. Threading the needle … threading the thread … drawing the bloody mark … Whose heart was bleeding … Whose heart was bleeding … Whose heart was bleeding … Whose heart was bleeding … Whose heart was bleeding …
Their vision suddenly darkened.
At that moment, the four of them thought that they were seeing things because of the pain.
However, the sky did not brighten up again after that moment. The sky darkened bit by bit. It wasn't total darkness, nor did it suddenly pull down the black curtain of heaven and earth. Instead, it was like sinking into muddy seawater that was illuminated by the sun. As the sunlight moved, the light faded bit by bit, as though someone had sucked away the longitude and latitude of the light. In an instant, their vision became empty and chaotic.
In the chaos, the sound of the wind suddenly rang out, catching everyone off guard!
The sound of the wind!
The sound of the wind was everywhere, as dense as rain.
The sound of the wind seemed to be coming from nowhere, as though it was born out of thin air. In an instant, the rain of stars covered the small space indiscriminately.
Almost at the same time, everyone moved.
They all pounced towards where Fuyao was.
Although they could not see her, they had already memorized her position. In that instant, however, everyone felt as though there was an additional wall in front of them.
A wall that silently rose up and divided the space into countless small pieces.
They were blocked in between the walls, the sound of the wind still shooting in all directions. When it met the four walls, it bounced off each other. Because of the continuous collisions, its trajectory became even more unpredictable. There was no fixed pattern to it, and it was even harder to find a pattern to avoid it.
The few of them shouted angrily, trying to break through this invisible barrier and the dark realm that was like a dome. However, the faster they moved, the faster the sound of the wind moved, and the fiercer the attacks became. They passed through it, but not only were they unable to break through the invisible wall, they were also unable to get rid of the sound of the wind that was like maggots in the bones.
Zhan Beiye slammed into the invisible wall and shouted, "Fuyao — — Fuyao — —" He pulled out his scarlet sword, and a rainbow light flashed, but it was instantly buried by the endless darkness. He gripped the sword with both hands and slashed vertically in the air. With a loud bang, even the air seemed to be split apart. Zhan Beiye was overjoyed and was about to rush over, but in that instant, the invisible wall once again silently appeared in front of him like the red light that had buried his sword, and he almost got his head smashed into it.
Yun Hen did not say a word. He pursed his lips and unsheathed his sword. With a flash of green light, the sword repelled the sound of the wind and tried to pick up the invisible wall. However, it was to no avail. He was a quiet person, and although he was anxious, he remained calm. The one on his shoulder, on the other hand, was naturally noisy. King Kong jumped left and right on Yun Hen's shoulder, its yellow hair standing on end as it desperately tried to avoid the sound of the wind. "Save me! Save me! I'm afraid of the dark! "
It flapped its wings in all directions, causing the sound of the wind to become even more intense. Yun Hen could not defend against it, so he turned around and swung his sword horizontally, causing King Kong to fall straight down. It was quiet now.
Tie Cheng's long spear danced with a 'hu hu' sound. He had a rock-solid temperament. Once he stood still, he wouldn't move. Therefore, the sound of the wind around him wasn't as strong as before. Tie Cheng called out loudly, "Master — — where are you — —"
Yao Xun was the weakest among them, but his qinggong was not inferior to any of them. The training of the Hidden Shark Tribe made him as agile as a fish, and his movements were not as fierce as Zhan Beiye and Meng Fuyao's. The sound of the wind around him was not strong, but Yao Xun, who rarely fought, was still very lazy. He simply lay down on the ground and felt the sound of the wind around him stop. He was stunned for a moment before shouting, "Master! Just lie down and don't move … "
If a deity were to look down from the sky, he would see a strange scene. A few people were in a small space, seemingly close to each other, but unable to see or get close to each other. Everyone was separated by a transparent barrier in the darkness, as though they were in a maze. Different people were trying their best to get out of different rooms. Sometimes, they were so close that they could touch each other with a finger, but they just could not cross over. Thus, there was a lot of shouting, flying, and fighting in every room.
There was only one room that was quiet.
Zong Yue and Meng Fuyao.
When the sky darkened, Zong Yue and Meng Fuyao were both sitting down, which was the most inconvenient position for them to fight. Zhan Beiye and the rest were originally guarding them, so they were not afraid of any ambushes. Unexpectedly, the formation activated without warning and separated them. By the time Meng Fuyao instinctively wanted to jump up, she was already a step too late.
The sound of the wind was extremely rapid, and it was coming straight at them.
Zong Yue suddenly reached out and pressed her down.
Then, he tilted his body and stood in front of her.
The sound of the wind rushed towards Meng Fuyao from Zong Yue's back. Zong Yue would have been able to avoid it if he had taken to the skies, but he merely shifted his body slightly, hoping to block Fuyao. He did not even put down the needles in his hand.
When the sound of the wind stopped, Zong Yue's body trembled slightly.
Meng Fuyao immediately woke up and asked, "Are you hurt?"
"No." Zong Yue's answer was simple and even a little sarcastic. "I'm not you, who easily loses teeth, breaks fingers, and is drenched in blood."
Meng Fuyao could only laugh helplessly at his poisonous tongue. Neither of them moved. After the first wave of wind had passed, there were no more aftershocks. Other than the heavy darkness, there was nothing unusual. Meng Fuyao wanted to get up, but Zong Yue stopped her. "Don't move. Let me finish."
Meng Fuyao frowned. 'How are you going to stitch it up when you can't see?' Reattaching a finger was a delicate operation, and modern doctors had to rely on equipment to do it. Even if Zong Yue was known as a divine doctor, with eyes as sharp as an eagle's and nimble fingers, it was already amazing that he could stitch it up. What else could he do in the darkness?
As she thought about it, she suddenly felt that the medicinal fragrance on Zong Yue's body seemed to have gotten thicker, even though he had the face of an enchantress. Logically speaking, he was already the ruler of a nation and no longer needed to perform medical skills. So why was the medicinal fragrance even stronger?
Zong Yue, who was beside her, grabbed her finger tightly. His movements were as steady and swift as usual, as if he could see them. Meng Fuyao was shocked by his movements. "You can see it?"
Zong Yue did not even bother to answer her question.
She was surrounded by darkness. In the dark, in the midst of danger, the man with a bad attitude was focused and meticulous as he helped her reattach her fingers.
In the darkness, she could hear his calm and long breathing. Just like his movements, it was stable and comforting. Meng Fuyao listened quietly, suddenly finding a trace of tranquil warmth in the midst of the turbulent and dangerous journey.
Suddenly, a drop of liquid dripped on her hand, and her skin became wet.
Meng Fuyao reached out to touch it, but Zong Yue wiped it away with a flick of his sleeve. "Sorry, I'm sweating. You're too uncooperative," he said.
Meng Fuyao did not know whether to laugh or cry. She tried to touch it again, but she could not feel anything. She felt a little uneasy. Suddenly, she felt that there was an additional smell of blood in the air, and that smell seemed to have come from Zong Yue's flick of his sleeve.
She gently moved her wrist, trying to get closer to Zong Yue's sleeve. Zong Yue suddenly moved aside and said, "Don't move!"
His voice seemed to be trembling. Meng Fuyao's eyes twitched. "Doctor Mongolian, behave yourself and don't play any tricks. Otherwise, I won't care whether I can move or not …"
Zong Yue suddenly let go and said cheerfully, "It's done."
He loosened his grip, and Meng Fuyao suddenly felt a warm current flowing towards her wrist. Zong Yue's body went limp in that instant. She reached out to support him, but something bitter was suddenly stuffed into her mouth. In the darkness, she could hear him say in a low voice, "It has a miraculous effect in activating the blood vessels …"
"Hmm," Meng Fuyao replied. She raised her hand and tried to feel where he was injured. Zong Yue did not let go of the hand that was feeding the medicine. Instead, he gently caressed her face with his fingers. His gesture was gentle and delicate, as if he was caressing the most precious porcelain.
In the darkness, she heard a slightly hurried breathing sound beside her ear. His hot breath brushed past the side of her neck. She moved aside and heard Zong Yue say in a low voice, "Fuyao …"
The voice was slightly hoarse, but there was a faint magnetism in it. Every word reverberated back and forth, and there was a unique charm to it. It was actually the voice of the Dark Charm.
In the dark silence, Meng Fuyao suddenly heard this voice that recorded a special experience. She was momentarily lost in thought. She recalled her encounter with the gorgeous man at the peak of the Xuanyuan Imperial Palace. Under the God-Stunning Bow, the man had substituted himself for her, and the scorching fire on his back.
It was completely different from the sparkling and translucent Zong Yue. It was another person in another body.
Zong Yue would never speak to her in such a tone during the day. The Dark Charm belonged to the darkness, and belonged to the charming and gentle flowing light in the darkness.
"Fuyao …" Zong Yue's tone was soft, like a warm breeze brushing past. Perhaps it was the limpid lake water under the autumn sun, suffused with a crystalline golden light. Each sound ripple floated and swayed noiselessly.
"Only by being the Dark Charm … can I try to get close to you …"
His fingers gently caressed her face, as if he wanted to memorize her features with his fingertips. She turned her face away, but he said softly, "Only by being the Dark Charm in front of you can I say some things … Fuyao, do you still blame me?"
She sighed and said, "No … let bygones be bygones. I have never blamed you. We are … friends, forever friends."
"Friends …" Zong Yue seemed to laugh bitterly. Then, he said in a low voice, "How long can a lifetime be? We were already lucky to have met each other … "
She raised her head and stopped the tears that were about to fall from the corners of her eyes. How short a lifetime could be? How long a lifetime could be? It was as short as a shooting star, as if they had just met at the beginning of the year, but in the blink of an eye, they were about to go their separate ways. It was as long as three lifetimes, the vast oceans, and the ends of the world. It was difficult to move forward, but his direction was so far away.
"I know you have to leave eventually." Zong Yue grabbed her fingers, which she was trying to push away. His lips gently touched her fingertips. "… Let me remember you more clearly …"
The tenderness and tenderness of the Dark Charm enveloped her like a cocoon in the darkness. The chilly air turned into water, wanting to absorb the woman he loved. But Meng Fuyao just sat there calmly. She looked to the north and said clearly, "Forget about me. Forget about the arrogant Meng Fuyao. Your world is in Xuanyuan, and my path is in front of you."
"Forget … it's easier said than done." The man with red lips smiled bitterly. How long could a lifetime be? It felt short when she had it, but it felt long when she lost it. Even if the lifetime that belonged to him was not long enough, the torment of yearning was enough to pull the time away. Every day from then on was suffering.
But she was on the road, forever on the road, a road that could never be chased.
Zong Yue sighed softly and did not say anything else. He secretly stuffed a pill into his mouth and reached for her hand. Just as he reached out, his hand was shaken by a sudden force and slipped away.
At the same time, Meng Fuyao was also shaken.
The air around them suddenly thickened, as if it had become heavier for no reason. In the darkness, in a distant place, there seemed to be a huge tremor. It was as if a giant from prehistoric times was approaching with slow, heavy footsteps that caused the earth to tremble.
= = =
At the peak of the Nine Heavens, where the gods roared, the ice cave was completely bright, reflecting the pale face of the unconscious person.
The wind passed through the ice cave without any obstruction, whistling coldly and awakening the person who had fallen into the darkness.
Before the sky brightened, Zhangsun Wuji finally opened his eyes slowly.
The first thing he did when he regained consciousness was to immediately clench his left palm and heave a sigh of relief.
The silk was still there.
The extreme pain had passed, and his limbs were already numb. He unclenched his fingers one by one, allowing the silk to fall. The handwriting on the silk was well-preserved and densely packed.
He glanced over and a faint smile appeared on his face.
His guess was right.
It came from an old record that no one cared about. It was the key to unlocking the mystery of the patriarch's ascension 300 years ago.
300 years ago, when the patriarch of the Evergreen Temple ascended, he chose the Sky Reaching Peak, the peak of the Nine Heavens.
He spent the last days of his life on the peak of the Nine Heavens.
Logically speaking, the place where the patriarch ascended should be preserved as a sacred place. But for some reason, the Sky Reaching Peak became a forbidden place for detaining felons.
Just like the life of the patriarch, the first half of his life was glorious and everyone was familiar with it, but the last part of his ascension was kept a secret by every temple master. What should have been a glorious ascension should have been widely publicized, but it was just a dry sentence: the patriarch succeeded and ascended successfully.
For many years, no one was allowed to go up the peak without the temple master's orders. Because of the harsh environment of the Sky Reaching Peak, which was extremely harmful to the human body, no one was willing to take the risk and climb up to experience the wind.
Thus, for the past three hundred years, only prisoners who were being tortured would be trapped there.
One hundred and fifty years ago, the Yaksha King on the torture rack had used all his spirit to howl in pain and rage. One hundred and fifty years later, Zhangsun Wuji had come prepared.
Many years ago, the young prodigy of martial arts had finished his progress early when others were having a headache over the vast sea of martial arts books. Leisurely, he had looked for books to read.
Rather than saying that he was looking for books, it was better to say that he was looking for unsolved mysteries of the predecessors. When all the disciples obediently accepted the sayings that had been passed down from generation to generation, the young man didn't take it to heart — there must be something wrong with things that were out of the ordinary. Those stories from hundreds of years ago definitely had a hidden story.
There were no books in a place like the Evergreen Temple. After searching the entire temple, he finally found a dirty booklet that was used as a footrest under a row of bookshelves.
The booklet wasn't a book, but a handwritten miscellaneous note. It was mixed in a pile of tattered books and had been casually thrown away. The contents of the booklet were very complicated. It touched upon astronomy, geography, scenery, and people. It was like a diary of a person traveling the world.
There wasn't much content in the booklet, but the words were extensive and profound. The only strange thing was that all the blank spaces in the booklet were filled with lotuses of all sizes.
The more the lotuses were drawn, the more lively and beautiful they became. Towards the end, they looked rather bewitching. They shone brilliantly between those psychedelic words.
And the contents of the booklet also began to become chaotic towards the end.
It was like the ravings of one person, or a conversation between two people, or even a murmur in the middle of the night. It carried a dreamlike blur and blossoming softness.
Those sentences were scattered on the pages of the booklet, multicolored yet indistinct.
Towards the end, even the extremely intelligent youth couldn't understand the meaning.
He just flipped through the booklet, gradually feeling shocked by those questions, exclamations, and bewilderment that sounded like a mystery in the quiet night. Even if he didn't understand the meaning between the lines, he could still keenly capture the strangeness hidden in those chaotic sentences. It was like a silent but rapid pulse, ringing in the depths of his heart, like a night bell.
"When will it come out again? … I miss her … "
"… Her smile is as beautiful as a lotus, bright and bright … In my palm, it is gentle and delicate, allowing me to hold it … My fingers are the same length as hers … It's really beautiful …"
"I'm afraid it won't happen in this lifetime … But I hope … But I hope that one day …"
One moment it was her, the next moment it was it. The sentences were also strange. A person was the same length as his fingers?
The youth couldn't understand it no matter how he thought about it. He felt strange and hurriedly flipped to the next page. On the last page, there was another sentence.
"On the night of the full moon, at the peak of the Nine Heavens Peak, the slanting light and shadow, the law is within."
The handwriting of this sentence was sloppy, mixed in a bunch of random and strange lines. If one didn't pay attention, they would miss it.
However, the youth was a conscientious person. He knew that these untraceable things were often extremely important, so he silently remembered it. He wanted to go to the Peak of the Nine Heavens to have a look, but the Peak of the Nine Heavens was heavily guarded, and he was of noble status. No matter where he went, he would be followed by a group of people, and his master would summon him from time to time. It was really not very convenient. Later, he achieved success in his studies and went down the mountain in advance to shoulder his own pile of responsibilities. He rarely returned to the mountain, and occasionally came back at the wrong time, so this matter was put aside. However, for many years, he had never forgotten this sentence.
After many years, he finally responded to the call of heaven in this way, and revealed this dust-covered mystery for hundreds of years.
The silk in his hand was cool and smooth, twining and twirling, just like this fate that seemed to go round and round. It seemed to have long been a dead end, but in fact, the turning point was in front.
As long as one had the heart, and could withstand the test of time and suffering, one could finally break through the barrier in front of him.
Even if the will of heaven was cold, but the life of the strong was always in one's own hands.
The moonlight and the icy light intertwined, creating a bright white that reflected the sky like water. In that clear world of colored glass, the bloodstained man unfolded the silk handkerchief in his hand. He smiled faintly, looking as graceful as before.
However, just as he smiled, his expression changed slightly.
In the sound of the wind, in a place not far away, there were whispers, the sound of clothes fluttering in the wind, and the sound of weapons lightly colliding with the ice wall, drifting faintly along with the wind.
At the same time, silently like this unmelting snow fog, there was also …
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