She struggled, but she did not have the strength to move forward. "Go save her …" Before she could finish her sentence, a silhouette flashed before her eyes. Someone had leaped down from the cliff and was even faster than her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Meng Fuyao saw the other party's purple and blue robes flutter. Then, a strong arm reached out from the cliff and grabbed onto a crack. With a flick of the arm, the knife was thrown up.
Meng Fuyao rushed forward to catch it. The child's eyes were wide open, but she did not cry. She sighed and asked, "Are you hurt? What are you doing here? "
Little Knife pursed his lips and did not reply. He looked down at the cliff, where a man in a colorful robe had jumped up. His eyebrows were thick and black. It was Tie Cheng, the one who had argued with Meng Fuyao in the public square about marrying the city lord.
He stood on the cliff angrily, ignoring the fact that the pursuers had already discovered the commotion. He stood at the entrance of the cave and glared at Meng Fuyao. "You don't keep your word!"
Meng Fuyao was stunned. "What did you say?"
"You don't keep your word!" Tie Cheng accused. "You're my woman, but you're having sex with someone else!"
Meng Fuyao choked and raised her head. "You're stalking me! You're peeping!"
"So what?" Tie Cheng stiffened his neck. "I'm going to marry you!"
Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth and hissed, "I didn't agree!"
"I agreed!"
Meng Fuyao stared at the hothead. It was unwise to argue with him. The pursuers were close, so why was he still pestering them? Behind her, Yuan Zhaoxu said, "Are you done? Remember to follow me if you are. "
He picked up Little Knife, who had been staring at him strangely, and pulled Meng Fuyao over. "Follow me. No matter what, don't leave my side."
"I'm not following you …" Tie Cheng scolded.
Yuan Zhaoxu did not even turn his head. "I'm not counting you in."
*****
The Rong man searching the mountain today was a deputy general of the Rong army. Tonight, in the middle of the night, someone sneaked into the camp and boldly shot a fire arrow from a high vantage point, almost burning down the commander's tent. The Rong people were superstitious. Destroying a tent before a battle was considered inauspicious. The enraged commander of the Rong army sent him to lead his troops to chase after the intruder. No matter what, he had to capture the intruder and tear him to pieces.
This deputy general could be considered a cautious person. He clearly saw that the person who had escaped was petite and her martial arts foundation was also extremely weak. She had only escaped so far by relying on her familiarity with the terrain. However, he still gathered thousands of troops and pursued her all the way to Hao Yang Mountain.
Xiaodao had fallen off the cliff and was seen by the Rong soldiers. After a series of sentries, all of the torches were gathered around the mountaintop.
The deputy general personally ascended the mountain with guards all around him. He was not afraid of Xiaodao, but he had seen that the man who had saved him was quite skilled. As for Meng Fuyao, who had fallen limply, and Yuan Zhaoxu, who had yet to show himself, he had no idea of their existence.
As he neared the cliff, a small white shadow suddenly flashed in front of him. He looked down and vaguely saw a fat, white animal that looked like a rabbit and a mouse. It flashed by in a flash, so he did not pay it any attention and continued to lock down the mountain.
He did not know that the fat, white shadow had rushed down the mountain and found the horse it had ridden earlier. It scuttled up and grabbed the horse's mane with its claws.
The horse was not a trained stallion from Shangyang Palace, so it did not know the fixed claw position of Lord Ingot's horse. It did not budge an inch. Lord Ingot was anxious. When his master came out tonight, he had strictly ordered the guards not to follow him. It was shouldering the heavy responsibility of passing on information. 'Doesn't this damned stupid horse know that Lord Ingot's horse posture is special?'
In a fit of anger and depression, Lord Ingot jumped up and viciously bit the horse's neck. Feeling the pain, the horse raised its hooves and galloped away. Lord Ingot had just loosened his grip when he was almost sent flying. He quickly grabbed the horse's mane and galloped away, swaying from side to side.
That night, the villagers who had risen early to work saw a strange scene — a horse galloping in the wilderness without a rider, a fat white ball swaying wildly from its mane.
Lord Ingot ran all the way to do what he had to do. The deputy general was completely unaware of the mouse's usefulness. His eyes were fixed on the cliff, trying to guess where the enemy was hiding.
The soldiers kept poking at the bushes with their spears, hoping to find their hiding place. After finding nothing, the deputy general's gaze focused on the shallow cave. A trace of doubt flashed across his eyes. 'Why didn't they escape when they could have? Wouldn't hiding in the cave and being smothered by the firewood be suicidal? '
The cave was dark and silent. Dark red sparks occasionally flickered from the extinguished fire, but they were not as bright as the eyes of the people at the top of the cave. Yuan Zhaoxu hugged Fuyao in his arms. His faint fragrance, along with the fresh water vapor, entered her nose. It was a comforting scent. She fidgeted uneasily, but Yuan Zhaoxu hugged her even tighter.
She sniffed and secretly wrote on Yuan Zhaoxu's palm with her finger. "Why aren't we leaving?" With Yuan Zhaoxu's strength, it would be easy for him to escape, even if he was carrying two burdens.
Yuan Zhaoxu quietly wrote on her palm as well. "Since they're here, let's kill them all to save us trouble later."
Fuyao curled her lips. "How arrogant. Kill three thousand people by yourself?"
Their cheeks pressed against each other, and Fuyao could feel that Yuan Zhaoxu was smiling. In the darkness, his eyes sparkled as he wrote on her palm even more slowly. "I can kill three thousand people by myself, but you can kill me by yourself. You're the better one."
Fuyao could not help but laugh, but her palm felt itchy. Yuan Zhaoxu's finger was so light that it felt more like a tickle than writing. Unfortunately, she was ticklish, so she desperately bit her lip to prevent herself from laughing. Her lips were as red as blood.
Suddenly, they heard a cold snort. It was Tie Cheng, who was squatting on the rock above them. He glared at them angrily and pointed at the stone wall. "The enemy is right in front of you, and you're still f * cking!"
Fuyao choked. She was not used to the word f * cking, but she was not used to being at a disadvantage in front of Tie Cheng. She immediately drew in the air with her finger. "None of your business!"
Tie Cheng was so angry that he wanted to jump down, but Yuan Zhaoxu suddenly waved his sleeve.
A ray of purple light flashed by, and the air suddenly became thin and cold. Tie Cheng felt as if his knees were frozen in ice, and he froze in place.
He stared at Yuan Zhaoxu in shock, but Yuan Zhaoxu turned to look at the wall. His eyes suddenly flashed with a smile, and he used his finger to write a few more words.
Tie Cheng's words immediately became: "On the eighth night of the twelfth lunar month of the Ren Shen Year, the clouds are about to rain. Zhaoxu and Madam are f * cking here."
Fuyao turned around and saw it. Her face was scorched black, and her white teeth became even sharper. She looked like she wanted to bite someone.
But before she could eat it, footsteps came from outside the cave.
*****
Deputy General Rong Jun's footsteps finally stopped in front of the cave. He had checked all the surroundings, and it was impossible for those people to fly away. They must be here.
A dense mass of soldiers gathered, blocking the cave like a city wall. The troops were a few miles long, and their weapons were like an iron formation. Under the moonlight, they flashed with green phosphorescence.
No one could rely on their own strength to break through such a dense formation of weapons. Even a palm from one person would be enough to tire someone to death.
"Burn it!" The deputy general crossed his arms and stared at the cave. His white teeth gleamed like the teeth of a beast in the dark night.
The general said that he wanted to dismember the person who destroyed the tent. He would bring a charred corpse back for him to chop.
The pile of firewood had been set up, but there was still no movement in the cave. The deputy general laughed coldly and slammed his hand down.
A soldier raised a torch and was about to light a fire when the tower-shaped pile of firewood suddenly collapsed. The thick branch at the top fell and hit his head.
Everyone else's expression changed, and they subconsciously took a few steps back. There were many rules in the Rong people's battle formation, and one of the most important was that it was not auspicious to be injured before the battle.
The deputy general looked at the pile of firewood for a long time, and then recalled that nothing had shot out from the cave. It must have been a coincidence. He frowned and snorted. With a wave of his hand, the personal guard behind him raised his torch and stepped forward again.
This time, he was halfway through when his legs suddenly gave way. He rolled on the ground, and as he rolled, his head suddenly rolled away.
Under the gazes of thousands of pairs of eyes, the head calmly rolled away. No blood flowed out, and no cries of alarm could be heard. In fact, the head even retained that careful and prying expression from before. It no longer looked like a head, but a ball that had been kicked away.
Under the moonlight, deep in the mountains, in front of a cave, a man's head suddenly fell silently and rolled to his feet. What kind of feeling was that?
At least, the deputy general almost went crazy.
He howled and subconsciously lifted his leg to kick the head away.
Poof!
There was an extremely low sound that sounded like a person's sigh in the silence. The head suddenly exploded, and countless pieces of flesh and blood flew out under the frosty moonlight. Red and white, they had already condensed into tiny solid bodies, and they spun and whistled through the air, covering the densely packed crowd in the surroundings.
What kind of feeling was it to be covered in the flesh and blood of a comrade who ate and slept with you every day? Horrifying, disgusting, and an eternal nightmare for even the bravest of warriors.
The deputy general fell to the ground with a wail. In that instant, all the parts of his body that had come into contact with the flesh and blood were smoking, and bone-deep holes had rotted into his body.
"Curse! The curse of the devil! "
Corpses were strewn all over the ground in front of the cave. They had died inexplicably and tragically, and these Rong soldiers who had never seen the world before were already stunned. They raised their weapons with trembling hands, not knowing where the enemy was, but they persisted and refused to run.
The Rong people had strict military rules, and those who deserted would have their entire families executed. Therefore, these Rong soldiers were scared out of their wits, but they did not dare leave. Some even tried to throw their torches over from afar.
Inside the cave, Meng Fuyao's gaze wandered as she watched Yuan Zhaoxu thoughtfully. Even she could not tell what method he had used to kill them. It did not feel like martial arts, but she could not tell what it was.
Yuan Zhaoxu's style of martial arts was rarely seen in the Five Continents. It was neither righteous nor evil, and its bright parts were magnificent, while its strange parts were silent. Even Meng Fuyao, who had studied under the old Taoist and was well-versed in all the martial arts in the world, could not discern his style.
His move, however, was to destroy the heart of the general and seize the will of the mind. It was a strategic tactic, but the Rong people were stubbornly refusing to retreat. They were still facing a dead end.
She looked up and saw a torch spinning in the air outside the cave, about to land on a dry pile of firewood.
"Crack!"
A purple shadow flashed as fast as light. Yuan Zhaoxu, who had been playing dirty, suddenly made his move.
His body swept out of the cave, and with a kick, the pile of firewood scattered in all directions. The thick branches shot out in all directions like arrows, covering everything indiscriminately. The branches hit the bodies of the soldiers, and the momentum did not stop as they hit the bodies again and again. The soldiers immediately fell like dominoes. Each branch was enough to knock down four to five people. In an instant, a whole bunch of soldiers fell like rice being cut, and the sky was filled with blood and bile.
Tie Cheng rushed out after Yuan Zhaoxu. He did not have Yuan Zhaoxu's unparalleled inner force, but he was an expert in close combat. When Yuan Zhaoxu charged into the crowd, he pulled out his saber and stood guard at the cave entrance. The soldiers who did not dare to face Yuan Zhaoxu and tried to take a detour into the cave were all stabbed by him.
Yuan Zhaoxu sent dozens of people flying with a single kick, but he did not follow up with another attack. He returned to his original spot in a flash, brushing past Tie Cheng while instructing, "Please guard here."
Tie Cheng stabbed his saber into the heart of a soldier who was charging at him and wiped the blood off his face. "Then what are you doing?"
"I'm tired. I'm not as brave as you, "Yuan Zhaoxu replied leisurely from inside the cave.
Tie Cheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. A single kick had killed dozens of people, how could he be tired? He turned around and scolded, "Are you crazy? Hurry up and rush out of the encirclement, or we'll die of exhaustion! Not a single one will escape! "
Yuan Zhaoxu simply ignored him. Tie Cheng raised his saber and walked back, wanting to slash him, but another soldier pounced on him. He had no choice but to turn around and block the enemy's saber, continuing his never-ending labor.
Meng Fuyao could not help but shake her head and murmur, "You're unlucky to have met him, but everyone else is unlucky to have met him …"
Yuan Zhaoxu had just returned to her side and smiled. "I'm the unluckiest to have met you."
He leaned against the mountain wall and started another fire. He called for Meng Fuyao's dagger to warm the fire, leaving Tie Cheng to fight like a mad tiger. Meng Fuyao could not bear to watch and said, "Hey, aren't you going to help him?"
"There's no such thing as not paying the price to marry you," Yuan Zhaoxu said nonchalantly. "I won't be satisfied otherwise."
Meng Fuyao grimaced. "From now on, I won't talk to you anymore. Every sentence you say makes me speechless."
Yuan Zhaoxu laughed and waved the hand he was using to gather firewood. A half-burnt stick with sparks flew out in an instant. Tie Cheng's legs gave way and his body tilted to the side. Just as he was about to be slashed, the burning stick miraculously appeared and hit the face of Rong Bing, who was rather skilled in martial arts. His head immediately burst open.
Tie Cheng paused and turned around reluctantly to thank Yuan Zhaoxu for saving his life. "Focus on the fight," Yuan Zhaoxu said.
Tie Cheng wanted to curse again, but the stick came smashing at him. He had no time to bicker with Yuan Zhaoxu, who had the upper hand.
Meng Fuyao laughed. "I've noticed that you're training him to be a subordinate."
"This young man's martial arts aren't weak, and he's loyal and courageous. It's just that he's too strong-willed and egotistical. " Yuan Zhaoxu found some pine cones buried in the fire and passed them to her. "Kill his spirit and nurture his sense of belonging. That way, you'll have someone to protect you in the future. Yao Xun is too slippery and unreliable."
Meng Fuyao was silent. She looked down at the pine cones that Yuan Zhaoxu had handed to her. The pine cones that had been blown away were bright and shiny. Each one was exquisite and smooth, like a cherished heart.
She slowly placed the hot pine cones on her face, and the warmth that came into contact with her skin warmed her heart.
A shadow flashed before her eyes, and Yuan Zhaoxu floated out again. He would always' coincidentally 'appear at the moment when Tie Cheng was at his limit. He would raise his hand and kill dozens of people, forcing the valiant soldiers to take a step back, giving Tie Cheng a chance to catch his breath. Then, he would return to the cave to' rest ', unwilling to exert any more strength.
Tie Cheng's hair was disheveled and he was gasping for breath. Yuan Zhaoxu would leisurely say a few words to him when he passed by. At first, Tie Cheng was so angry that his eyes went blurry. If not for the people in the cave and his own responsibility, he would have fought Yuan Zhaoxu to the death. Gradually, Tie Cheng understood and began to learn how to fight according to Yuan Zhaoxu's words. Gradually, he felt that he had sufficient luck and energy, and his moves were more incisive and pure.
Meng Fuyao watched from afar and said enviously, "This kid is lucky." Yuan Zhaoxu smiled faintly.
The moon set in the west, and the sun rose in the east before slowly climbing down to the west. The light in the cave went from dark to bright, and then back to dark again. Tie Cheng, who had been fighting fiercely for a whole day, finally relented. In the distance, a sharp whistle was heard.
Yuan Zhaoxu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them and said, "We can go now."
Meng Fuyao had long seen that he was stalling for time. She also knew that Sir Yuan Bao must be up to no good since he was not around. She did not ask any questions and let Yuan Zhaoxu help her up. Yuan Zhaoxu lifted her up with one arm and said, "Hug me."
She felt awkward and said, "I can go by myself."
Unfortunately, Yuan Zhaoxu's question was only out of politeness. Before she could finish, he had already dashed out. She bumped into his chest with a thud and had no choice but to hug him tightly.
This time, Yuan Zhaoxu's killing style was very different from before. With every step he took, he left a bloody mark, and with every step he took, a corpse. With a faint smile on his face, he extended a hand gesture that resembled the seals of a god summoning life from the Nine Heavens. Wherever he passed, the living bodies fell like wooden stakes. Every corpse that fell had a bloody hole in the middle of their brows, their bones broken, and their bodies as limp as snakes. He smiled and walked into the crowd with Meng Fuyao in his arms. His clothes fluttered in the wind as he walked out from the ground full of blood and corpses. Under the faint moonlight, his light purple clothes were not stained at all.
Killing a person with every step, unstoppable for a thousand miles!
The strange deaths of their companions, as well as Yuan Zhaoxu's indifference and ruthlessness, finally made the fierce and valiant Rong people tremble in fear. Especially the corpses that twisted like snakes, the Rong people who worshipped the Ge Ri God with a human face and a snake's body involuntarily thought of the revered god. Could this man before them, this man who destroyed life like it was grass, be the incarnation of the Ge Ri God in the mortal world?
"He's not human!" someone shouted and began to flee. "He's the Ge Ri God's emissary!"
Even more people began to flee subconsciously. "The wrath of the Ge Ri God is upon us! The emissary has come to punish us!"
The stubborn Rong people who surrounded the cliff finally began to flee in all directions. However, they were forced into a trap set up by Yuan Zhaoxu, who had meticulously planned for a day and a night.
The fleeing people didn't care which path they took in their panic. There were three barely passable roads at the bottom of the cliff, and the soldiers subconsciously rushed toward the widest stone road. That was a mountain road that had been repaired, neat and tidy as far as the eye could see.
The first Rong person to arrive suddenly stopped in his tracks. He saw a solitary head rolling in front of him.
It was just a head.
However, the Rong soldier immediately thought of that strange exploding head, the inexplicable death of their commander and companions, and the bits of flesh that still clung to their bodies.
With a scream of terror, the soldier ran away from the main road as if he had seen a ghost. He ran into a small path that was overgrown with weeds. More soldiers rushed in like the tide.
It was a "path of death".
Over the course of a day and a night, Yuan Zhaoxu's elite subordinates dug holes, poisoned, cast nets, and set up ambushes, turning that seemingly ordinary path filled with vines and vegetation into the final resting place of the nearly three thousand Rong soldiers.
This was a battle between one man and three thousand soldiers. From the very beginning, the rhythm of the battle was completely in Yuan Zhaoxu's hands. From the encirclement of the army to the exploding heads, from the destruction of the commander's morale to the scattered attacks of the enemy, until everything was in place, he brazenly attacked. He didn't attack before he did, but when he did, he forced the three thousand soldiers to flee like a thunderbolt. Finally, he used the trauma of the exploding heads to force the soldiers to give up on the path where they couldn't set up an ambush and choose to fall into the trap of death.
These interlinked links could not be carried out earlier or later. One wrong step would result in the loss of the entire game. This was a tactic that a veteran general would use after careful consideration and analysis of the soldiers' psychology, as well as daring to use himself as bait. Yuan Zhaoxu, however, had been nonchalant from the beginning, taking the three thousand soldiers into his pocket step by step according to his plan.
Meng Fuyao leaned in front of Yuan Zhaoxu, watching the shadows of people moving among the dense vines. Explosions and screams rang out continuously. Blood splattered on the dark green forest and the dark mountain rocks, painting a sad picture. Not far away, the morning sun was about to rise, and a thin mist covered the forest, as if it could not bear to see this bloody scene and covered its warm veil.
"Inhuman …" she murmured after a long time. Even with her pride and stubbornness, she couldn't help but blurt out, "I don't want to be your enemy in this life."
Yuan Zhaoxu dusted off the non-existent dust on his robe and smiled at her. "You can choose to be my family in this life."
Meng Fuyao blinked her eyes at him, feeling that he had become more and more direct ever since he explained things clearly. She had always been proud of her sharp tongue, but she had never been able to cope with such topics. She had no choice but to turn her head away, pretending not to hear him.
She turned her head, and the knife that had been quietly leaning against Yuan Zhaoxu's back suddenly pulled out a knife from his boot with a ferocious expression. With a strength and speed that no ordinary child could achieve, it stabbed towards Yuan Zhaoxu's back!
*****
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