Beneath the city gate, amidst the bloodstained yellow sand, a figure stood alone with a dazzling sword gleam on her snow-white neck.
Both armies were silent as they waited for a woman to be forced into a dead end.
Meng Fuyao slowly closed her eyes.
She had said her goodbyes to those she should have, and those she could not say goodbye to would remain in her heart.
She had never thought that her life would end at the age of 18, before she could fulfill her wish. But now that it was over, Meng Fuyao's heart was at peace, like a pool of still water flowing into the source of death.
'So be it.'
She waved her hand, and the sword gleam swept across.
"Cha!"
"Meng Fuyao! How dare you! "
A red object with a putrid stench suddenly whizzed over and collided with the tip of Meng Fuyao's sword.
The object seemed to be very soft, and although it came at her fiercely, it did not have enough force. Meng Fuyao, who was already extremely weak, could not withstand any external force. The tip of the sword was knocked away, but the sharp Qi still managed to cut a line on her neck, causing blood to slowly seep out.
Meng Fuyao lowered her eyes and looked weakly at the tip of the sword. There was a bloody, crooked ear there. It was someone who had thrown it at her and saved her life.
"Damn it … so melodramatic … can't you do something new …" Meng Fuyao murmured as she supported herself. "Which bastard is stopping me from sacrificing myself?"
"You're the bastard!"
The black and red whirlwind swept over, snatching the sword from Meng Fuyao's hand and hauling her up onto the horse, slamming her heavily into the saddle.
"Woman, you'll be in trouble if I don't keep an eye on you!"
Meng Fuyao coughed while lying on the horse, not in the mood to care about Zhan Beiye. "You came alone? Run for your life, don't die for me … "she muttered.
"Why can't you see clearly who the person in front of you is?" Zhan Beiye was displeased. "Do you think I'm someone those third-rate guards can compare to?" He tore off a piece of his sleeve and wrapped it around Meng Fuyao's neck. Then, he looked at the wounds all over her body and frowned. He felt that even if he tore off all his clothes, it would not be enough to bandage her wounds.
The Heaven Fiend Fierce King, who had eyes as dark as the night and an aura as blazing as fire, suddenly turned his head and ordered, "Black Wind Cavalry, kill them all. If you can smash them, don't smash them flat. If you can smash them flat, don't just poke holes!"
"Black Wind Mount?" Meng Fuyao could not help but laugh when she heard that. "Even if you want to coax someone, you can't make such a big fuss. Isn't this your Hundred Tempered Weapon? But this is Limitless, not your Sky Fiend … "
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the sound of horse hooves in unison. It was swift, swift, powerful, and firm. It was as if he could hear the murderous intent and the mighty might of an army from the sound of the hooves.
She raised her head, thinking that she had fainted from exhaustion. Then, she saw a black wave magically appear on a high slope on the west side of the city. The leader of the group raised his long saber, and in the midst of the smoke and dust that filled the air, a strong rider clad in black armor and shining with the light of his saber descended like a black wave. In an instant, he charged into the enemy's formation without looking back. These people reined in their horses and galloped back and forth, shooting arrows like rain and killing people as if they were cutting vegetables. Their ferocity had a special temperament that looked down on the world as if there was no one else around.
But … how was this possible?
The Tian Sha Nation's Lie King's first-rate army, the Black Wind Mount, was famous throughout the Seven Nations. Although there were only a few thousand of them, each of them was an overlord on the battlefield. Their military exploits were glorious and illustrious. The Moro Nation of the Western Region feared the Fiend God Army. How could such an army cross the Limitless Nation's borders? How could they suddenly appear here?
She heard Zhan Beiye's cold laughter behind her. His chest, which was pressed against her back, trembled slightly. "I've been here for a long time. I turned back halfway and waited for my brothers to cross the Limitless Nation's borders.
She was speechless. 'This person … will die without even knowing how he died one day.'
However, Zhan Beiye continued to mutter to himself, "Come to think of it, it's strange. The Limitless Nation's border army chased after me for a while before giving chase. I don't know how I ended up in this damned mountain. It wasn't easy for me to get out, and now I'm so close to you."
He squinted at the intense battle in front of him and muttered, "Damn it, this guy used it again … I'll definitely get revenge for this."
Meng Fuyao turned her head in confusion. "Hmm?" Zhan Beiye looked at her face covered in blood. Even her eyelashes were stained with blood. Her body was covered in wounds that he didn't even dare to touch. She was so weak and battered that she looked like a wounded little beast. He suddenly fell silent.
From the looks of it, she had been fighting for a long time. With her personality, unless she was at the end of her rope, how could she have committed suicide? Who could have forced her to this point?
As for that person, what did he do? Fine … he had two battles to attend to, but he shouldn't have allowed her to end up in such a pitiful state within his sphere of influence!
And then there was himself … He wished he could raise his hand and give himself a good beating. If it weren't for the fact that he had no sense of direction and martial arts, he wouldn't have gotten lost in the deep mountains and coincidentally bumped into the weirdest of the Ten Strongest, the Hidden Mist, and provoked her into setting up obstacles all over the mountain. He should have arrived half a month earlier, and this situation wouldn't have happened. Only the heavens knew that when he saw Fuyao raise her sword to commit suicide, his mind suddenly went blank. He should have chopped off the soldier's head with his sword, but he only managed to cut off his ear. In a moment of desperation, he swung his sword back and slapped the ear away.
He broke out in a cold sweat again. He was too flustered and didn't have enough time to infuse his True Qi. With Fuyao's foundation, it was unlikely that the ear would have been able to knock her knife away. Fortunately, she was already at the end of her tether and managed to knock the knife away.
Just a little bit more … Just a little bit more and she would have died in front of him.
Zhan Beiye was so regretful that he wanted to tear a handful of his hair to stop the bleeding wounds. He looked at the hideous wounds and felt suffocated. After some thought, he took off his cloak and carefully wrapped it around Fuyao. "Bear with it and wait for me."
Fuyao shrunk her head into his cloak and ignored him. She wasn't in the mood to care about anyone.
Zhan Beiye's anger flared up again when he saw her pale face. He turned his head and stared sharply at the commander of the enemy's army, Old Ha, who had lost an arm.
Old Ha was surrounded by the Rong soldiers and was being carefully protected as they retreated. It was no longer possible to force Fuyao to her death, but the sudden appearance of the black-armored knights was terrifying enough to give anyone nightmares. Yesterday, Fuyao and the 15 guards had already slaughtered thousands of them like demons. These knights' murderous aura and methods were not inferior in the slightest, and they were even more adept at battle formations than the Rong soldiers. They galloped like lightning and swung their knives like the wind. Every time their knives flashed, there would be more than one head flying in a rain of blood. Amidst the gradually disorderly formation of the Rong soldiers, they continued to charge forward in a deep formation. Although they looked disorderly, they were actually closing in step by step. The 5,000 soldiers that he had brought out to chase after Fuyao were like a piece of wood, being cruelly and relentlessly whittled away.
What was worse was that he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. His back felt numb, as if there were insects crawling over it. All the hairs on his body stood on end.
Amidst the crowd that was surrounding him, he turned his head back in panic. He saw that in the distance, a few hundred steps away, there was a man wearing a black robe with red trimmings, sitting upright on a horse. The man was pointing at his back, slowly drawing a large golden bow.
That man was so far away, but his murderous aura was still exuding from his body. It was as if he was going to pierce a hole through his back and stab him.
Old Ha was shocked, but he quickly relaxed. What kind of joke was this? He had already charged a few hundred meters away. Who would be able to shoot at such a distance?
Of course, the Ferocious King of Tian Sha Nation, who was known as the best archer in the world, might be able to do so. But he was the Prince of Tian Sha, so how could he possibly appear here …
His thoughts suddenly came to a halt.
Tian Sha … Black Armored Elite Cavalry … Unmoving like a mountain, invading like a forest … The fiery-red Celestial Palm Flower emblem on the horses of the riders … Black Wind Cavalry!
The Black Wind Cavalry of the Ferocious King of Tian Sha!
Old Ha suddenly let out a weird cry and raised his arm to hit the horse with all his might. At the same time, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Quick! Quick! Retreat! Retreat! "
His reaction could not be said to be slow, but it was too late.
"Swoosh!"
A red heavy arrow, like a ball of fire, suddenly burst forth from the red bow. Like a flaming rocket, it traversed a long distance in an instant, passing through the yellow sand kicked up by the horse's hooves and the sky full of blood, and pierced through the heart of the fleeing body.
The fiery arrow pierced through flesh and bone in an instant, piercing out from the front of his heart, bringing with it fiery blood. The blood swayed like the slender leaves of a datura flower, splashing in midair, creating a breathtaking scene.
Old Ha was still in the position of running for his life, one hand still raised in the air to urge the horse to move. That hand, which was raised high up in the air, was suddenly frozen by the impossible arrow, just like that, in a comical way, it was fixed in the eternal death.
A gurgling sound came from his throat, sounding like he was weeping and sighing. It was as if he was lamenting his bad luck for running into Zhan Beiye. It was also as if he was weeping about why he had to chase after her, why he could not seize the opportunity to kill Meng Fuyao, and why he had to pay with his life.
Just like that, he fell with his hand raised in the midst of the thousands of soldiers and horses. Just like the men in black who had sacrificed their lives to protect Meng Fuyao, he was trampled into meat paste in an instant.
Meng Fuyao lay on her horse, tears welling up in her eyes. In her heart, she could not stop thinking of four words: Retribution, retribution, retribution …
Even if Zhan Beiye did not make a move, as long as she was alive, some debts would be repaid!
With Old Ha's death, the Rong Army was without a leader, and they immediately fell into chaos. They were not a match for the Black Wind Cavalry in the first place, and now it became a slaughterhouse for the Black Wind Cavalry to plunder lives. The Black Wind Cavalry herded the Rong Army who were running around like headless flies, and then killed them without any hesitation.
Screams, broken bones, neighing horses, and the clashing of swords and spears mixed together as they crashed into Yao City. The soldiers on the city walls were already stunned. They had originally thought that Meng Fuyao had shamelessly sold out the city and lured the Rong Army here to kill them. Now that they saw the bloody battle, it was clear that it was not the case. They could not help but be stunned.
Meng Fuyao hid in Zhan Beiye's cloak, not once turning to look at their expressions. Amidst the chaotic battle cries, she only felt incomparably tired, so tired that she did not want to think about anything else.
Suddenly, a soft 'click' came from behind her.
That sound was so clear in the midst of the battlefield. She turned around abruptly and saw that the gates of Yao City, which she could not open even if she died, and which she had almost spilled her blood on, had opened.
The thick and heavy iron-inlaid gate slowly opened, forming a bright white arc. In the middle of the arc stood Tie Cheng, whose face was covered in blood and sweat, and Yao Xun, who looked ashamed, stood there with a simple key in his hand and a small bag at his feet.
Meng Fuyao understood everything with just one look.
Yao Xun was originally prepared to betray her once again, right? She did not know why he had stayed, and besides the world's number one thief, who else in Yao City could make a simple key to open the gates?
She looked at him coldly and turned her head away.
The direction in which she had risked her life, the door that Tie Cheng had begged to open, the door that the guards around her had died one by one, and the door that she, who had been forced to commit suicide in a desperate situation, was still unable to open for her. But now, the door had been opened at this moment when everything had been settled. It was truly an ironic joke.
She did not want to face this joke now.
In front of her, a battle was nearing its end. Meng Fuyao stretched her hand out from under her cloak, grabbed the reins, and shook them violently.
The horse galloped away, kicking up a cloud of dust on the gates of Yao City.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know, but I don't want to see Yao City right now."
= = =
"How long do you plan to stay in the mountains?" Zhan Beiye lay on the grass with his hands as a pillow, gazing at the stars. "My Black Wind Cavalry still needs to enter the city to resupply."
"Just let them enter the city." Meng Fuyao closed her eyes, illuminating her pale face and black eyebrows. "Yao City is out of rations. You can go to the Rong army's camp to recuperate. It must be very chaotic right now."
"You're right." Zhan Beiye smiled, his teeth whiter than the moon. "I've already sent them."
He sat up and hugged his knees. "Sigh, if I was in a good mood, I could take over Ping City and Huang County from the Rong army. Wouldn't Limitless Nation's territory be mine then?"
After some thought, he added, "Forget it, Zhao Xu won't give up his territory so easily. It's a pity that now is not the time for me to take advantage of him."
Meng Fuyao suddenly opened her eyes. "Zhao Xu?"
Zhan Beiye looked at her strangely. "What's up?"
"You're a man, why are you calling him so intimately?" She looked at him strangely. "Don't tell me it's a broken back?"
"What's a broken back?" Zhan Beiye frowned. "How is it abnormal for you to commit suicide once? I don't understand what you're talking about. What's wrong with my title, Zhangsun Wuji? Don't tell me you don't know what Zhao Xu is. "
Meng Fuyao stared blankly for a long time before replying, "Huh?"
"Huh what?" Zhan Beiye was both angry and amused. He reached out to check if she had a fever, but she pushed him away.
Confused, she sat up, hugged her knees, and bit her lip.
So, Zhao Xu was his title.
She had long suspected his identity. Back then, she had asked Yun Hen about it, and Yun Hen's answer had dispelled her suspicions. After all, a crown prince of a country coming to cause trouble in another country was a little too bold. However, after coming to Limitless Nation, the encounter in the palace began to make her doubt him.
She did not think that a mere advisor of the crown prince could use the things in the Summer Palace so casually. After all, she had studied archeology and history. How could the strict social hierarchy of ancient society be so easily overstepped?
The real confirmation came from the Little Knife incident.
During the civil war between the Nanrong and the Northern Rong, the ten-year-old Zhangsun Wuji traveled thousands of miles into the grasslands. After some persuasion, the Nanrong and the Northern Rong, who were fighting fiercely, kowtowed and became brothers. She remembered this story very clearly.
Little Knife wanted to kill Yuan Zhaoxu, who had "persuaded the Nanrong and caused his father's exile". If she still did not know who he was, she would no longer be Meng Fuyao, but a pig head.
It was not that she did not feel depressed about Yuan Zhaoxu's lack of honesty. Fortunately, she was not someone who would get stuck in a dead end. She bit her blanket and thought about it for a long time. When they first met, it was not convenient for Zhangsun Wuji to reveal his true identity. Moreover, did she not have many things to hide from him?
Why should she be so calculative? A person who was planning to leave at any moment did not have the right to ask for so much from others.
After the ball, before he left, he finally revealed his identity. She felt that it was enough.
Now that Zhan Beiye had officially confirmed Yuan Zhaoxu's identity, she could not help but be stunned for a long time. Suddenly, she remembered something and asked, "What is Zhangsun Wuji's mother's surname?"
"Empress Yuan," Zhan Beiye answered without hesitation. Zhan Beiye answered without hesitation, "She's quite a powerful woman. Zhangsun Wuji is 80% like her. Her stomach is full of twists and turns."
Meng Fuyao lowered her head and thought about it. She could not help but laugh. Sigh, Zhangsun Wuji did not hide anything from her. Such an obvious pseudonym was equivalent to telling her who he was. It was because she was a newbie who focused on martial arts and was ignorant of the Five Continents Continent that she did not think about his identity for a long time.
Looking at her absent-minded expression, Zhan Beiye's face darkened. He changed the topic and reached out to lift her cloak. "Why are you wrapped up in this? Take it off and I'll treat your injuries."
Meng Fuyao dodged and climbed up with the cloak wrapped around her. She pushed Zhan Beiye away. "Go away, I want to take a bath. Go away and don't peek. "
"Why are you taking a bath?!" Zhan Beiye jumped up. "You're covered in injuries in this cold winter. Take a bath! "
He furrowed his brows and glared at her. He was so angry that he couldn't even speak coherently. Meng Fuyao ignored him and dragged his long cloak to the side of a small stream. Without saying a word, she jumped into the stream.
"Hey, aren't you afraid of drowning in a cloak?!" Zhan Beiye rushed over. With a flick of her hand, the cloak flew out and landed on him. By the time he put the cloak away, Meng Fuyao had already taken off her clothes and dove into the water.
She was a good swimmer and could hold her breath for a long time in the water.
The moonlight rose quietly, shining on the pool of water in the valley. The underwater world was still quiet. Some water plants swayed silently, and small silver fishes swam under their feet, rustling and tickling.
It was a peaceful and undisturbed world. It was the world that Meng Fuyao wanted.
She floated in the water, her long hair spread out like strands of seaweed. The wounds on her body were washed away by the water, and some clotted blood clots were washed away. A faint red color spread out, dyeing the water around her slightly red.
The pain that had long been numbed was awakened by the cold and huge stimulation. Her whole body convulsed and curled up into a ball.
It was a posture of self-protection, like a fetus in its mother's womb, using a primitive posture to protect its vital parts and protect its heart. She curled up deeply and pressed her hand on her chest.
That was where she had suffered the most damage today. The immense pain was more than the sum of all the pain in her body today.
But she was not prepared to remember it. Every step she took in the future would be filled with fresh bloodstains. It was like walking on the tip of a knife. Every step was painful, and every step she took made her retreat. Finally, she would deviate from the original straight path.
Meng Fuyao covered her chest and raised her head. In the transparent water, she cried without tears.
Cry. She would allow herself to cry weakly for once. She would turn the humiliation on the long street, the rejection at the city gate, and the grievances and sufferings of being forced to commit suicide into tears and merge with the thousands of water droplets here forever.
Tonight, only this pool of water in Clear Yang Valley would remember her tears this time, and she, would also remember the pain all over her body stirred up by the water ripples at this moment, and remember those who stirred up clouds and rain behind her back, who gave her such pain.
The water in the pool was clear. The moonlight shone into the pool with great penetrating power, illuminating the girl with long hair flying in the air. It illuminated her exquisite goddess-like body, her pale face, her tightly closed eyes, and her slightly moving eyelashes.
The tears that she did not want others to see flowed in the middle of the clear water.
The moonlight was silent, and so were the tears.
A man's voice could be heard clearly.
"Meng Fuyao, are you still alive?" After not seeing Meng Fuyao for a long time, the impatient Zhan Beiye lay on the water and shouted at the bottom. "Are you suffocating to death? Answer me if you're suffocating to death! "
Meng Fuyao almost choked on the water. What the hell was he talking about?
She turned around and swam away, not wanting to bother with this overbearing fellow. Zhan Beiye did not wait for her reply. "If you don't answer me, I'm coming down!" he shouted.
With a splash, His Highness Lie King dove into the cold winter water.
Just as he jumped into the pool, he saw a snow-white figure flash past like a fish, slipping through the water and disappearing from his sight. Zhan Beiye was about to give chase when he heard the sound of someone coming onto the shore.
Zhan Beiye quickly floated up to the surface. Under the moonlight, he saw a snow-white figure flash into the dense shade of the trees, leaving a row of delicate footprints on the green stones by the side of the pond.
Zhan Beiye stared at the footprints in a daze as he thought back to the moment he popped his head out of the water. He vaguely saw a slender and beautiful body, with snow-white skin and exquisite curves. He saw crystal clear water droplets sliding down her back, all the way down to those perky, slender parts … He stood there in a daze. His body was cold in the water, but his palms were burning hot. He subconsciously reached out and clenched his fist, as though he was trying to grab hold of a fairy floating away. But in the end, he only managed to grab hold of the flowing water, which slowly flowed through the gaps between his fingers.
Releasing his hand, Zhan Beiye climbed up silently. His gaze swept across the footprints once more, and the faint pink bloodstains beside the footprints caught his attention. He knew that it was Fuyao's blood. Those hideous wounds were filled with life … As he stood on the bluestone, his heart suddenly felt as if it had been smashed by a rock, splitting into pieces and splitting into five parts.
This was probably his fault … He had come late … Zhangsun Wuji had made an exception and allowed him to bring the Black Wind Cavalry into his country. Perhaps he had hoped that someone would be able to help Fuyao while he was busy. In the end, he had been late because of that damned duel and almost caused her death …
"Clang!"
Zhan Beiye suddenly pulled out his sword and slashed at the green stone viciously. The sound of shattering echoed throughout the silent valley.
"I, Tian Sha Zhan Beiye! In this life, unless provoked, I will never find another person to fight! If I break this oath, there will be a stone like this! "
His roar reverberated through the air, startling the night birds into fluttering and scattering the peaceful moonlight. Meng Fuyao, who had just finished changing behind the tree, was also startled. She had no idea why this idiot would make such a ridiculous oath. She popped her head out from behind the tree and scolded, "Let's go!
What kind of mourning is this in the middle of the night?! "
…
= = = =
Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye stayed in the valley for three days.
The one who stayed was actually Meng Fuyao. She refused to leave the cave, no matter how Zhan Beiye tried to persuade her. The mountains were dark and humid, and there was a lack of medicine. Her injuries were too severe for her to recuperate. She even said that the people of Yao City had been looking for her. Even Lord Yuan Bao had been brought by Yao Xun. Meng Fuyao ignored him and slept soundly with a cloak over her body. Poor Zhan Beiye tried to persuade her, but he still had to keep watch for her every night.
On the first night, Miss Meng dreamt of fighting with someone. She jumped up and kicked her cloak away. After a few punches and kicks, she fell back to sleep. The cloak fell into the fire and almost caught on fire. Fortunately, Zhan Beiye, who was sleeping at the entrance of the cave, smelled the burning smell and rushed in to save her from becoming a roasted suckling pig. Unfortunately, Meng Fuyao did not wake up even after he carried her to a safe place. She even gave Zhan Beiye a black eye. The next morning, when she saw his black eye, she asked him innocently, "Prince, did you touch yourself last night? Look at your ugly face. "…
The next night, Meng Fuyao rolled herself into the bonfire. Fortunately, Zhan Beiye was prepared and slept between her and the bonfire. When Meng Fuyao rolled over, he was all smiles. Just as he was about to pull her into his arms, Meng Fuyao flipped over and threw her bloody boots into his arms …
On the third night, Meng Fuyao started coughing with a fever. Zhan Beiye did not sleep the whole night and ordered people to get medicine. He stayed by her side to cool her down, wipe her sweat, and feed her medicine. In the morning, Meng Fuyao woke up to see his bloodshot eyes and said sympathetically, "Prince, it's time for you to get a wife. Look at how unsatisfied you are. Do you want me to introduce you to someone …"
Zhan Wangye couldn't take it anymore. He stuffed her mouth with a fruit and sealed her acupoint. "Why don't you go back to the city? You want me and my men to eat and sleep in the open? You stubborn woman!" he roared.
Meng Fuyao retorted with her eyes. "I'm not the one who wants you to accompany me!"
Zhan Beiye glared at her face that was burning red. Without saying a word, he lifted her onto his shoulder.
"I'll settle the scores and collect the debts!"
With Meng Fuyao on his shoulder, he walked down the mountain.
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