Meng Fuyao was stunned.
Then, she laughed coldly and said, "Zhangsun Wuji, even if you want to shirk your responsibility, you can't be so careless. This is the Five Continents. You're the Crown Prince of a country, and she's the princess of a country. With her status, how could she tell a stranger that she's your fiancée if it wasn't the truth?"
The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous she felt. She smiled eerily, grabbed Zhangsun Wuji's arm, and fiercely bit him.
"I'll bite you to death, the number one swindler in the Five Continents Continent who has a mouth full of absurd words and a belly full of black hearts and lungs that even Crown Prince Cloud doesn't know the meaning behind it …"
Zhangsun Wuji let her bite and smiled. "Ouch, it hurts."
Pain my ass! Meng Fuyao couldn't bite him at all. Zhangsun Wuji's skin wasn't as tough as steel, but it was filled with true energy. She casually bit down, but her teeth were bounced off by the true energy. She rubbed her sore teeth and angrily shook off Zhangsun Wuji's hand. "Do you think she's a love-struck fool who grabs a man and says that she's his fiancée without caring about honor or status?"
"She's a love-struck fool."
That simple sentence was more terrifying than a bolt of lightning. Meng Fuyao jumped up from the shock, and even her voice changed. "What?"
Zhangsun Wuji turned around. It was clearly only an hour's difference, but he suddenly looked a little haggard. Under the moonlight, his side profile was slightly pale, translucent like jade. He said lightly, "Fo Lian is not a normal woman."
Meng Fuyao stared at him and didn't notice his expression. Stunned, she asked, "What do you mean?"
"I should say that Fo Lian isn't a woman who can be judged by the temperament and behavior of ordinary women in the Five Continents. She looks graceful, but she's actually very stubborn. She believes in Buddhism mostly to adjust her temperament." Zhangsun Wuji frowned and said, "I still prefer to call her Feng Jingfan. She was indeed engaged to me, and I once gave her the Map of Stars as a betrothal gift. But I broke off the engagement later."
"Ah?"
"It took me a lot of effort to break off the engagement. At that time, my father was seriously ill and the country was not very stable. All the officials were anxious and uneasy. I was still young at that time and had yet to govern the country, so I could not convince the people. Our neighboring country, Fufeng, was still eyeing us covetously, so I planned to go to Fufeng to resolve the external threat. My father was worried that if I offended Xuanji at this time, Xuanji would join forces with Fufeng to deal with Wuji. However, I insisted on breaking off the engagement and used some tricks to force the Xuanji King to finally agree, but he made a request of me."
"Hmm?"
"He said that Feng Jingfan's temperament has been different from others since she was young, and she has deep feelings for me. She would not marry anyone else but me. Publicly breaking off the engagement would be a huge blow, and he was afraid that it would harm her life, so he could only agree to break off the engagement in secret. When Feng Jingfan is older and her health is better, and she has found someone she likes and has a home, only then can she mention to the princess about announcing it to the seven kingdoms. Before that, for the sake of the Feng family's reputation and the princess's life, he asked me to keep it a secret."
"You agreed?"
"First, because the country was unstable at that time, and it was not advisable to offend Xuanji. Second, I was still young at that time, and I felt that I was in the wrong. The princess was also pitiful, and since she could not bear the responsibility as a woman, it was only natural for a man to bear it. So I agreed, but I asked for the return of the Map of Four Stars."
"She broke it off?"
"She didn't?" Zhangsun Wuji's smile was a little cold. "The King of Four Stars had many excuses. First, he said that the map was with the princess, and that she treasured it very much, and that it would harm her life to ask for it rashly. Then, he said that the map had gone missing and was not in the palace, and he promised to find it for me. In the end, after searching for so many years, there was no sign of it."
Meng Fuyao bit her finger in a daze, half-believing and half-doubtful. She asked again, "Does Feng Jingfan really not know that you've broken off the engagement?"
"I don't think so," Zhangsun Wuji answered. "I've tested her, and from the looks of it, she should know something, but she pretended not to know."
Meng Fuyao murmured, "You're twenty-six years old, and you're not married yet. She's not young either, but she'd rather waste her time like this. Could it be that she's waiting for you to change your mind?"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled without saying a word, tacitly agreeing.
Meng Fuyao scratched her face, thinking that it was no wonder Zhangsun Wuji never mentioned this matter. It turned out that he had no concept of a fiancée in his heart. Then, she thought of another question. "You haven't told me why you wanted to break off the engagement."
Zhangsun Wuji fell silent. After a while, he answered, "I met the wrong person."
"Nonsense!" Meng Fuyao had always been quick to react. "Don't use your feelings for me as an excuse. When you wanted to break off the engagement, you hadn't even met me."
"That engagement was a mistake." Zhangsun Wuji looked at her deeply. "Since it was a mistake, I have to change it no matter what."
Meng Fuyao giggled. "Meeting me was also your mistake … Forget it, let's not talk about this. Right, so you're the Arbitration of Zhen Wu. I heard from Yun Hen that you created a good show at the Tian Sha border, but I didn't have the time to ask him. Asking you now is the same. What show?"
"Wasn't it just to send someone who made you jealous back?" Zhangsun Wuji smiled faintly, picking up her hair and slowly twirling it around his finger. "She said that a Buddhist disciple was born in Tian Sha, but I insisted that there wasn't. It may not be easy to destroy a country, but it's still easy to destroy a 'Buddhist disciple'."
"What's there to be jealous about? Zhangsun Wuji, your biggest problem is narcissism." Meng Fuyao thought about it and couldn't help but sigh. She hugged her knees and sat on the bed. "Sounds reasonable. Alright, Zhangsun Wuji, I forgive you for lying."
Her straightforward tone elicited a smile from Zhangsun Wuji. His smile was like a Mandala flower blossoming in the half-dark moonlight. It was a breathtakingly beautiful sight that made Fuyao's heart skip a beat. She secretly resented … that man's beauty that could topple a city …
Zhangsun Wuji turned sideways and gently rested his forehead on hers. His warm breath brushed against her cheek. He gently pinched her cheek and smiled. "Fuyao, I like your brightness the most. I want to maintain you like this so that you won't be worn down by the affairs of the world."
The night was very quiet. The cool summer breeze spread a faint fragrance, and the soft cries of summer insects could be heard under the window. Their skin touched, and they could smell each other's breath. The sound of their heartbeats drowned out the sonata of the night.
After a while, Meng Fuyao uncomfortably slapped his hand away. She turned her head and said hoarsely, "Get lost, pervert. Don't take advantage of me."
Zhangsun Wuji ignored her. "Don't be so moved. I haven't finished speaking … I don't like it when you go back on your words."
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows. Did I? Did I? Did I?
Zhangsun Wuji extended his finger and stroked her cheek. He said softly, "Someone seems to have promised me that no matter what happens, she will trust me and understand me. She will not be confused or shaken by the appearance of those things." He spoke very softly, his tone half teasing and half tender. His fingers ran through her hair. "And … did you do it?"
Ugh, scoundrel. The moment she retreated, he immediately counterattacked. He was already criticizing her so quickly.
Unfortunately, Meng Fuyao was not willing to be taken advantage of. She squatted on the bed and carefully recalled the conversation at Huazhou Inn. Suddenly, she laughed slyly and retorted, "You're confusing things again. I don't think I promised you at all."
Zhangsun Wuji laughed. Meng Fuyao was immensely proud of herself. "Who asked you to gain the upper hand over me every time? It's time for you to lose."
"Fuyao, you're wrong." Zhangsun Wuji lay down beside her and slowly tidied up her messy hair. "It seems like I gain the upper hand every time, but actually … when it comes to you, I'm always the one who loses."
The one who loved would lose.
That kind of trust, that kind of affection, that kind of tossing and turning, that kind of worry.
That kind of love, that kind of unspoken torment.
And the only reason why it hurt was because he cared.
Fuyao took a deep breath. At that moment, her internal organs began to ache again. It was a familiar pain that she had not felt for a long time. It burned her meridians like a raging fire. She frowned and took a step back. She sighed to herself and reminded herself to lock her emotions, lock them.
Zhangsun Wuji seemed to have sensed it too. He looked back at her and did not say anything else. He only reached out to pull her over and covered her with a blanket. "Tiansha's climate is rather cold. Even though it's summer, you still have to cover yourself with a blanket at night. Don't catch a cold."
Meng Fuyao felt that it was good to have a blanket. She did not want him to cover her, so she dragged half of the blanket over herself. "Of course, I'm also afraid of catching a cold," she said.
Meng Fuyao almost collapsed. Zhangsun Wuji said leisurely, "If I don't expect you to feel sorry for me, can't I take care of myself?"
Meng Fuyao's conscience was once again forced out by a certain unscrupulous prince's powerful skills. She could only pinch her nose and remain silent. Suddenly, she saw Lord Ingot walking over from the table in front of her. He was carrying a bunch of things on his back.
Meng Fuyao was stunned. Zhangsun Wuji said, "Ingot said that there's a good show for me." He pulled her over and shared half of the pillow with her like a host. "Come, let's watch together."
The curious Meng Fuyao watched comfortably. Then … her nose became crooked from anger.
It was indeed a 'good show'!
Lord Ingot walked up to the table and stood facing the two of them. First, he waved his short claws and made a few nondescript snake dance movements. Then, he waved his palm in the air and made a "punching" gesture. Then, he waved his claws again and made a "stuffing" gesture …
Fuyao understood what it was trying to say. It was complaining about how she had misunderstood the double-headed snake's warning when it had approached the pond that night. Hadn't this narrow-minded, vengeful rat apologized to her already?!
Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "Ingot, it's inevitable that the world is short-sighted and doesn't understand your wisdom."
Meng Fuyao was speechless. Who was he scolding?
Lord Ingot nodded repeatedly. He turned his fat butt and rummaged through the pile of things behind him. First, he took out a small teapot and placed it on the table. Then, he grabbed a needle.
He brandished the needle and slashed it left and right at the teapot. Then, he threw the needle away and rushed forward to grab the lid of the teapot with his claws. Then, he raised his head and remained silent.
He remained still for a long time …
…
Meng Fuyao almost vomited blood.
Wasn't this an imitation of the day when she had pinched Xuanyuan Yun's throat and forced his vital energy to flow in reverse? Was this the rat version of the rumor that Meng Fuyao had defeated Xuanyuan Yun and was so happy that she refused to come down from the stage?
Looking at Lord Ingot's proud expression, Meng Fuyao raised her head and howled. She reached out her claws to squash the rat.
Zhangsun Wuji stopped her and smiled. "Fuyao, you can't lower yourself to Ingot's level …"
Meng Fuyao stared at the fearless Lord Ingot with her master's return, trying to think of a way to exact revenge.
Lord Ingot didn't stop there. He put down his tools and turned around to flip around in front of an inkstone. He looked like he was dressing up. Meng Fuyao was wondering what he was up to when Lord Ingot suddenly turned around and smiled.
Half of its shiny, snow-white front teeth had been smeared black. At first glance, it looked like a broken tooth in the dark.
He was copying her missing teeth!
'Damn it, I can't tolerate this! I can tolerate imitating him, but I can't tolerate exposing him!'
Meng Fuyao jumped up and shouted, "The Heavenly King Covers the Earth Tiger, and the Pagoda Suppresses the Rat Demon!" She threw a pillow at the shameless Lord Ingot.
Lord Ingot snorted and flashed a wretched smile at her with his half-toothed mouth.
"Oh," Zhangsun Wuji replied with a smile. "So that's what losing teeth looks like. Pretty pretty …" He reached out to press Fuyao down. "You still have a competition tomorrow. Rest early."
Fuyao scowled miserably as she was pushed to the ground. F * ck, her fake teeth were all for naught. Mouse really learned it well, even the broken bevel was exactly the same!
She muttered, "One day, I'll skin you and do cross-stitch embroidery …" As she closed her eyes, she didn't know why she felt even more tired after a nap. There was something in her body that was slowly attacking her dantian, making her feel comfortable and sleepy. She fell onto the pillow with her eyes closed, and said incoherently, "I'll settle the score with you tomorrow. Zhangsun Wuji, you're not allowed to sleep here …" Her voice was still lingering by her lips, but she had already fallen asleep.
Zhangsun Wuji laughed and tucked her in. He carefully looked at her slightly thinner cheeks and put her spread out hands and feet back into the quilt. Only then did he beckon Ingot. Ingot hurriedly ran over. His black eyes were bright, and he rubbed against Zhangsun Wuji's body, rubbing, rubbing …
"You did well." Zhangsun Wuji gently stroked Lord Ingot's smooth white fur. "You have to do this in the future."
In the future? There was still a future? Lord Ingot's eyes widened. 'No way, the hard work isn't over yet? I still want to fight to the death with her? Why didn't you say so earlier? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have offended her so much. I'm doomed now … 'Zhangsun Wuji laughed leisurely.
"She's not a stable person. Whoever likes her won't have a good life." Zhangsun Wuji smiled leisurely. "It's hard for me to follow her all the time, so I can only rely on you."
Lord Ingot was filled with grief and indignation. 'Why was I sent to protect Fuyao? Why wasn't she sent to protect me? Why couldn't it be Master's lover? Why couldn't it let Master love it at all costs? Ah, a handsome man is here. Master, why don't you take a closer look at me? '
Master didn't have time to look at me. Just like that, he leaned against the bed and fell asleep. Half of his face was bathed in moonlight. In the day, he looked tall and distant. In the night, he looked gentle and leisurely, like layers of ripples on a fragrant and clear blue water.
Those ripples surged deep into his heart, never withering because of time.
= = =
When Fuyao woke up the next day, she felt really f * cking refreshed and full of energy, as if she had been injected with chicken blood. She had forcefully upgraded the sixth level of "Piercing Nine Heavens", "Rising Sun", and had finally passed the most dangerous period. Zong Yue had used the right medicine. Although her internal injuries hadn't fully healed, she believed that she could fight under any circumstances as long as there were no accidents. Feeling refreshed, she reached out excitedly, ready to drag Zhangsun Wuji or Ingot over to practice.
When she opened her eyes, she realized that His Highness the Crown Prince wasn't there. Aiya, that's great. It's rare that he doesn't take advantage of me. But then again, after he tapped on her last night, there was no way to check if she was taken advantage of.
Mister Ingot was on the floor, squatting in front of his own bed on the opposite table. He raised a white flag and waved it. Fuyao snickered, grabbed him, and gave him a knock on the head as punishment. Then, she left happily.
As she walked through the garden, she saw Zong Yue planting flowers. Fuyao remembered that Xuanyuan Yun hadn't left Tiansha after he lost. Every day, he would stick his head out and try to follow her. Unfortunately, other than Tie Cheng and his guards, Zhangsun Wuji's secret guard was also behind her. Xuanyuan Yun tried to follow her twice, but failed. The closest he got was only two streets away. He excitedly rushed over, only to bump into a wall with a little turtle painted on it.
The little boy stared at the turtle, his eyes red again.
That night, he slept under that wall. This seemingly noble young master was actually curled up in the open under a broken wall. Sometimes he would crawl up and stare at the little turtle in a daze, other times he would climb up the wall and look around at the lights in the surroundings, as if he was trying to find the one that belonged to Zong Yue among the tens of thousands of lights that were as dense as the stars in the sky.
Tie Cheng, who was in charge of Fuyao's safety, hid in a dark corner and saw what had happened. It was rare for him to feel compassion for Fuyao, so he came back to tell Fuyao about it. She sighed and ordered Tie Cheng to send a blanket to Xuanyuan Yun. Tie Cheng dropped the blanket on top of the wall and hid himself. He heard the child mumbling, "Was it you? Was it you?" His voice was low and full of worry. It almost made Tie Cheng cry.
That was why when Fuyao saw Zong Yue today, she asked him fearlessly, "Mongolian physician, are you really not going to see Young Master Yun? He even gave me the chance to be the champion of Zhen Wu for you. "
"If you're afraid of owing him a favor, you can give it back," Zong Yue replied. "As long as you don't bother me."
Fuyao stuck out her tongue and walked out dejectedly. She saw Yun Hen at the second gate. He was looking at a tree in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, as if he was engrossed in some supreme martial art.
There were only a few cicadas chirping on it.
Fuyao looked at his back and pursed her lips, not knowing what to say or do. She wanted to sneak over, but Yun Hen seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He suddenly said, "Fuyao, Pei Yuan doesn't come with good intentions. You have to be careful."
Fuyao felt a lump in her throat. "Hmm." Yun Hen turned around and gave her a warm smile. His unique temperament was not destroyed by the ups and downs.
"I'll wait for your triumphant return," he said.
"Hmm," Fuyao replied again and ran out of the door. She felt some resistance when she opened the door. She tried to push it, only to find that it was blocked by something.
She lifted her leg and kicked the door open with a loud bang. Something rolled out from outside the door, followed by a faint cry of "ouch".
When the door opened, she saw someone rubbing his eyes from the dirt on the ground. He raised his head and rubbed his eyes timidly, then rubbed his buttocks. She took a closer look at the person and realized that it was Xuanyuan Yun, the little boy.
How did he find this place? Did he sleep here for the whole night?
Xuanyuan Yun staggered to his feet, looking stiff from sleep. He held onto the door frame and begged Fuyao, "General Meng … I-I found this place with great difficulty. Please let me see him, just once, just once …"
Fuyao looked at him and felt the sour feeling return. "I've told you a few times, but you still don't understand. Zong Yue is stubborn. The more you pester him, the more he won't see you. The more you want me to introduce him, the angrier he gets. Why did you come?"
"I … I'm going back … It's not easy for me to come out …" Young Master Yun's eyes turned red again. Just looking at his rabbit eyes gave her a headache. Why did this child have so many tears? Look at how spoiled he was. What was he doing out here? Why does he want to pester Zong Yue? Is he even human? If he eats you, you won't even have a bone left.
Thinking of his surname, Fuyao asked, "Young Master, your surname is Xuanyuan. Are you royalty?"
"She's the daughter of Xuanyuan Regent Xuanyuan Cheng. Her real name is Xuanyuan Yun." Suddenly, a cold voice drifted over. She turned around and saw a person who was cleaner than plain water standing under the early summer sun. Under the blazing light, he still looked cold, like a handful of snow that chilled her to the bottom of her heart.
When Xuanyuan Yun saw him, she opened her mouth in surprise and cried out, "Big Brother Ah Yue …" Suddenly, she met Zong Yue's gaze and shut her mouth in fear.
Zong Yue looked at her with a complicated expression. His eyes contained the dusky twilight, the strong winds, the boundless snowy plains, the lonely peaks, the exhaustion of a traveler, and the sorrow of a long journey. In the end, it all turned into the clear desolation of the deep snow. He looked at Xuanyuan Yun silently for a long time before turning around and walking back.
Xuanyuan Yun was still in a daze, so Fuyao quickly pushed her. "Aren't you going to follow?"
The child jumped up and looked at her gratefully. Without even brushing off the dust on his robe, he stumbled to catch up.
Fuyao watched their figures disappear into the two doors one after another and smiled. Zong Yue was finally touched by Xuanyuan Yun's sincerity and opened up a sliver of his heart. Now, it was up to the child to see if he could continue to move him. Looking at the child's gentle but firm character, Zong Yue, who was hard on the mouth but soft on the heart, might not be able to win.
She chuckled and thought of that soft "Big Brother Yue …". That was a name that carried the innocence of childhood … What kind of past did Zong Yue have in it?
= = =
The last round, the fight for the top five!
Just like before, when Fuyao entered the Golden Hall, she saw Zhangsun Wuji and Zhan Nancheng chatting happily, as if they were really good brothers.
Seeing her enter, Zhangsun Wuji turned his head slightly and looked at her with his watery eyes. His gaze was as seductive as his thoughts.
Fuyao averted her eyes, refusing to open her radar antenna to receive such a glance. Two "men" in the Golden Hall making eyes at each other? 'You're not afraid of embarrassment, but I'm afraid of being ugly.'
She calmed her mind and adjusted her breathing. Since she had already come this far, she naturally had to fight for a ranking that was worthy of her and Cloud Scar Zong Yue. Also, she had to kill the person she wanted to kill!
Today's audience was the same as yesterday's. Although it was not as large as the third round, it was of a very high standard. The Tiansha Imperial Family, all the military officials, the reputable sect leaders of various countries, and even some of the imperial family's seats were present. However, not all of them had arrived yet.
Apart from the weapon racks, all the other utensils in the hall had been removed, leaving an extremely wide space. The Tiansha Nation liked to be rough and unadorned. The Zhengyi Hall embodied this style, being several times larger than ordinary halls. The seats for the audience and the Emperor's Throne were far away from each other. The apricot-yellow brocade tables were arranged in rows, and almost all of them were occupied. Most of them were staring curiously at Fuyao. 'I heard that this kid is very awesome?' 'I heard that this kid is very frivolous?' 'Xuanyuan Yun didn't want to come down from the stage after winning?'
Zhangsun Wuji leaned against the dark red brocade table, looking down at the stage with a faint smile. The people on both sides of the table became even busier. Other than Fuyao, more than half of them had to pay attention to him. 'I heard that Zhangsun Wuji doesn't like crowds and rarely appears in public. Why did he accept Tiansha's invitation this time?' 'I heard that Zhangsun Wuji is ugly and black-hearted. Could it be that there's something hidden under the mask?'
Normally, there should be more than one referee for such a high-level competition. It was unknown whether Zhan Nancheng felt that too many people would be a hindrance, or if he was respecting Zhangsun Wuji, but he only invited Zhangsun Wuji and appointed Zhan Beiheng as the assistant referee. In any case, almost all the top martial artists in the world were present for the final round. No one could play tricks in front of everyone.
At dawn, the empty seats in the front began to fill up. In the inner hall, the Tiansha Imperial Family accompanied the guests from various countries to take their seats. Fuyao counted the seats of the imperial family and realized that there were actually two extra tables.
The golden bell rang three times, signaling the start of the competition. The last two tables of guests had finally arrived.
The one walking in front was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a gentle face, a graceful demeanor, and an air of elegance about him. If it weren't for the luxurious crown he wore, he would have looked more like a pedant from the Three Villages.
On his waist was a deep purple sash with a green jade qilin. He should be the Prince Regent of Xuanyuan Kingdom, Xuanyuan Cheng.
Walking at the back was a man and a woman who looked like brother and sister.
The former was a pale, skinny man who also wore a luxurious crown. However, no matter how he looked at it, he looked as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind. The latter …
Fuyao's eyes narrowed.
'Damn it, we meet again.'
'Buddha Lotus.'
The beautiful and quiet Princess Buddha Lotus, the Princess Buddha Lotus with a pure and holy temperament, the benevolent and compassionate lotus that was widely rumored to have been born with a lotus in the Five Continents. She was still dressed in a moon-white robe, but the hem of her robe was embroidered with a chaotic array of golden lotus flowers. The lotus petals were dewy and vivid, and there were even lotus leaves in the field. As she walked, her skirt swayed in the wind. She was elegant yet dignified. She raised her neck at the right time, smiling, noble, and exuding a restrained yet undeniable brilliance.
There was a low hum in the crowd. Everyone in the hall was of high status and naturally would not exclaim and discuss like ordinary martial artists. However, they could not help but whisper to each other. All the royal families knew about the marriage between Wuji and Feng Jingfan, but they were all busy with national affairs and usually did not worry about whether Zhangsun Wuji and Feng Jingfan were married or not. Now, for the first time in more than ten years, the two of them appeared in public at this rare occasion. Everyone suddenly remembered that Zhangsun Wuji was already twenty-six years old, and Feng Jingfan seemed to be around twenty. With their status and engagement, why were they not married yet?
Princess Buddha Lotus did not care about the gazes of the crowd. She lowered her head and sat down with her brother. Next to her, Xuanyuan Min greeted them with a smile. "Fourth Prince Feng and Princess Buddha Lotus, right? Princess has been famous throughout the seven nations for a long time. It is my honor to finally meet you today. Princess, you have devoted yourself to Buddhist studies. I didn't expect you to be interested in the Martial Venerable Assembly? "
"Thank you, Your Highness." Buddha Lotus gracefully returned the greeting and smiled. "I do not know martial arts, but my brother loves it. I accompanied him when we met on the road. Besides …" She smiled and looked at Fuyao. "I just found an old friend, so I felt that it was even more necessary to come. Even if I do not know martial arts, I can still cheer for him."
Their whispers could not escape Meng Fuyao, who had broken through to the sixth level of Cleaving Nine Heavens. She silently ground her teeth. 'Good, good, it's really an old friend. Why did you call her Princess Fu Lian?' Why don't you call her Princess Sticky? Zhangsun Wuji was too polite. What bigotry? I think you're a pervert.
After grinding your teeth for a long time, you can't help but gloat at Zhangsun Wuji, right? You still can't chase him away after so long, right? He has no intention of looking for another lover. He can't wait any longer, so he chases after you all the way. '
While she gloated, she also felt a little stifled. She did not want to know why, so she simply turned her face away and watched Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu fight, using all sorts of strange techniques.
In the hall, Zhangsun Wuji's smile had disappeared, but he was expressionless. He turned his head to talk to Zhan Beiheng, ignoring the gazes of the crowd and Fo Lian. Fo Lian did not mind at all. She smiled quietly, elegantly tilting her head to talk to her brother. Her sickly brother, on the other hand, looked unhappy and glared at Zhangsun Wuji from time to time.
At this time, everyone had finally arrived. The bell and drum sounded in unison, and the ceremonial guards lined up. Zhan Nancheng took his seat in the hall. When he turned to look at Princess Buddha Lotus, he was startled. "Does the Crown Prince want the Princess to come up and take a seat?"
Zhangsun Wuji still did not look at Buddha Lotus. "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but there is no need."
The hall was spacious, and his voice was not loud. Zhan Beiheng was talking in the hall, so most people did not hear his refusal. Princess Buddha Lotus suddenly flicked her sleeves.
The Fourth Feng Prince turned to look at her, puzzled. Buddha Lotus smiled and said, "If an ant climbs on the table, I will send it out. Even ants are greedy for life."
"Sister, you really pity all living things." The Fourth Feng Prince nodded in admiration and turned his head again.
Buddha Lotus smiled and stuck her fingernails out of her sleeves. She quietly and slowly ground them on the golden brick floor. Her fingernails were trimmed to the point that they were like knives. Little by little, she ground the tiny ant into three parts: antennae, head, and body …
= = =
In the hall, Zhan Beiheng repeated the rules, and everyone listened in silence.
The last battle, a free-for-all!
The last five: Meng Fuyao, Ya Lanzhu, Pei Yuan, Tantai Yu, and Ba Gu.
A free-for-all meant that whoever went first was most likely to be at a disadvantage. The five were silent, and the audience began to drink their tea. They felt that this was the most difficult beginning, and that it would definitely take some time.
As soon as Zhan Beiheng finished speaking, someone jumped out. She was colorful and exquisite, and her pigtails were flying everywhere. She stood in the middle of the field and hooked her finger at Pei Yuan. "Old witch, come out and die."
Pei Yuan's eyes were spitting fire. She sneered and stepped out. "I'll grant your wish even if you want to die."
Meng Fuyao immediately stood up and took a step forward. "Hey, I want you to die too. How about two against one?"
Everyone was stunned. They had seen shameless people, but never one as shameless as her. She was the most popular champion, but she did not have the slightest awareness of her status.
Zhan Beiheng said, "You can fight in pairs, and you can challenge them one by one, but you can't fight more than one at the same time."
Meng Fuyao spread out her hands. "I don't intend to go down. Ya Lanzhu, you go first. I'll stay at the side."
"Why let General Meng be idle? Please excuse me for a while. "Tantai Yu and Ba Gu followed behind him.
Tantai Yu smiled. "Women can fight their battles, but men can fight ours."
Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows. She knew that the two of them wanted to get rid of her first. Then, they could take advantage of Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu's mutual destruction. She smiled and said, "Alright, who's first?"
Tantai Yu took a step forward and cupped his hands at her.
Meng Fuyao's gaze swept past the face of Ba Gu, who was standing behind him. He was a man of few words, with short hair, dark skin, and deep facial features. He had the features of a tribe from the mountains. He was not fat, but his temperament was heavy. It was not the calm kind, but more like the oppressive and heavy feeling of someone who had practiced a strange skill. His performance had always been average in the early stages, but he had always made it into the top five without any hindrance. Meng Fuyao looked at Ba Gu and vaguely felt that his temperament was a little strange. Opposite her, Tantai Yu had already rushed over.
The tall young man wielded a mixed iron whip that was longer than his height. It was divided into three colors and three sections, each connected by a flexible buckle. It was unusual for a whip to dance fluidly, but its twists and turns were even more bizarre. The middle section was still on the left, but the front section was already on the right, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, sometimes in the front, sometimes behind. It was like a strange snake that was both hard and soft at the same time. The angles were tricky, and the shadows were everywhere. What was more impressive was that the buckle of this three-sectioned stick was usually the weakest, but the material used for the buckle of this long whip was neither gold nor iron. It was exquisitely designed and seemed difficult to deal with.
Tantai Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled. With a flick of his wrist, the long whip attacked from three unpredictable angles. The weapon in his hand came from the hands of the world's top experts and was known to be unbreakable. Tantai Yu was very confident about this.
Meng Fuyao's interest was piqued, and she shouted, "Interesting." She had already gone up to meet it. She herself was a crafty person, and the Cleaving Nine Heavens had a complete system of three sets of skills: internal force, fist, and knife. On top of that, she had added some combat experience from her long time in Jianghu, boldly exploring and improving the knife skills that the dead Taoist had taught her. This set of knife skills had been constantly explored and perfected through combat experience, and now it was time to put it into practice.
When she swung her knife, the lightning of the Nine Heavens split the sky. It was black lightning, rushing down from the mountains, passing through the wind and sand in an instant, splitting the thick back of the earth. Sand and stones flew everywhere it passed, but there was a straight line that cut through the earth without a sound. Every shot, thrust, horizontal cut, and vertical chop was stuck at the node, and every knife was right on the tip of the whip.
The sound of the wind and thunder when she made her moves, because of the absorption of the Great Gale Technique, was finally able to circulate perfectly, transforming into her own True Power. The overflowing strength was restrained, and it helped her to advance to the next level. Her blade technique this time, was no longer as fierce as a tiger, but it was fierce and light, sharp and calm. In the calmness, there was an infinite amount of power, the rolling of the clouds, everything was decided by her.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
In the 110th move, the tip of Meng Fuyao's knife collided with Tantai Yu seven times, all hitting the middle ring of the whip. There were subtle differences in the technique and strength of each hit. Each hit was tighter than the previous, and each hit hit the spot where the previous force had yet to dissipate, forming a rotating force. With a 'crack', the seemingly indestructible whip finally cracked. It suddenly drooped like a snake being hit by a fatal blow. Meng Fuyao, who was good at seizing the opportunity, immediately rushed forward and dragged her knife horizontally. 'Clang!'
A section of the iron whip fell to the ground, splashing sparks on the golden brick floor.
Tantai Yu's face turned pale as he took a step back. This whip was extraordinary, especially since the ring mechanism was controlled by him. His knife could not break it, and those who tried to attack it were often injured by the whip. This was his family's godly weapon. When his father passed it on to him, he had proudly said that no one could break it. He had indeed relied on this weapon to defeat few opponents in the country. He did not expect that it would be broken today.
After a successful move, Meng Fuyao would not let it go. Tantai Yu retreated, and she advanced. She took a wrong step and struck seven times. 'Clang!' The middle part fell.
When this' clang 'was heard, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt her heart skip a beat, as if someone was grabbing her heart and shaking it. Immediately, all the strength in her body dissipated, but it was only for a moment, and then it returned to normal.
She did not care. She raised her knife with a smile and pointed it at Tantai Yu. "Do you want to continue?"
Tantai Yu looked defeated. He put away the three sections of the whip and said, "I admit defeat." He dragged the whip off the stage. The knowledgeable onlookers were whispering and pointing at the whip with pity. Meng Fuyao was in a good mood. She laughed and said, "Mr. Ba."
"Ba Gu," the man answered with his eyes half-closed. His accent was rather strange.
Meng Fuyao frowned. She did not like this eccentric Ba Gu. She sneered and said, "Alright, Eighth Aunt, how about we start?"
Ba Gu raised his eyes and said lightly, "I've already started."
Meng Fuyao was stunned again. She felt her heart tighten, as if it had been hit by an invisible hammer. It hurt her heart, and her unhealed internal injuries were almost triggered. She suddenly recalled the feeling of her heartbeat during the battle with Tantai Yu and understood what Ba Gu meant. This seemingly calm person had actually launched a sneak attack while she was fighting with Tantai Yu!
Meng Fuyao was furious. Her knife flashed, and she pounced over. 'How dare you trick me? When I was tricking people, you were playing with urine and mud in some corner! '
She pounced over, the black blade light pouring down like a black spring. The inner layer of the blade light was bright white, which was the pure color of the sixth layer of "Cleaving the Nine Heavens", "Sunrise". The outer layer was hazy and light white, which was the unique color of the Moon Qi Refining Treasure. Wherever the blade moved, the sound of the wind rolled the airflow into a whirlpool, colliding layer by layer!
Enraged, Meng Fuyao used all of the True Power of Cleaving Nine Heavens, Gale, and Moon at once!
Her knife was no longer as silent as before. Instead, it shone brilliantly and was filled with a murderous aura. In an instant, it reached Ba Gu's chest!
However, Ba Gu, who had been standing quietly, did not move. Instead, he smiled strangely and opened his palm towards Meng Fuyao.
On his palm was a painting of an eye. The corner of the eye was raised, and the pupil was black. The expression in his eyes was strange. The eye stared straight at Meng Fuyao, as if it wanted to see into the depths of her heart.
Meng Fuyao rushed over in the brilliance, but Ba Gu still did not move. He only held the hand with the painting of the eye, and the 'eye' suddenly blinked.
The brilliance was like a fan, slowly spreading out.
Amidst the radiance, a familiar yet unfamiliar scene that had not appeared for a long time suddenly appeared.
White walls, white bedding, marked cabinets and flowers on the cabinets beside the bed, a nurse in pink walking gracefully, a trolley full of medicine, an IV drip dangling from the iron shelf … and a thin and haggard mother in a blue and white striped hospital gown lying on the hospital bed!
She seemed so real in the brilliance that Meng Fuyao could even hear the guard's gentle questioning, her mother's smiling reply, the sound of the IV drip hitting against the metal frame, and the footsteps of the other family members who had come to visit the patient.
Meng Fuyao could even see her own knife heading straight for her mother's heart.
Heart and spirit destroyed, heaven and earth split!
The knife light spread out.
Her mother raised her head and smiled weakly at Meng Fuyao, who was rushing over with the knife. "Fuyao …" she said.
'Mother!'
In that instant, Meng Fuyao retracted her True Power. The blood in her body was violently rebounded, causing it to surge violently. A mouthful of blood was forced to her throat!
= = =
Meng Fuyao had strangely seen her mother across time and space, and her spirit had almost been scattered. Meanwhile, Zhan Nancheng and Zhangsun Wuji were smiling and exchanging pleasantries. After Meng Fuyao had broken Tantai Yu's whip, the battle between the mediocre Ba Gu and Meng Fuyao, who had always performed brilliantly, was no longer exciting. Everyone diverted their attention, gossiping, drinking tea, and trying to build relationships. Most of the gossipmongers had shifted their attention to the famous fiancé and fiancé.
Zhan Nancheng asked Zhangsun Wuji, "Forgive me for being presumptuous, but I heard that the Crown Prince and Princess Fu Lian have been engaged for a long time. Why haven't they gotten married yet? I'm still looking forward to having a cup of wedding wine. "
He chuckled. Most of the royalty present heard his words and pricked up their ears.
Princess Fu Lian slowly put down her teacup, straightened her back, lowered her eyelashes, and clasped her hands on her knees.
In the entire hall, apart from the two couples fighting, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhangsun Wuji. The originally noisy hall suddenly became strangely quiet.
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