Everyone's eyes were on Zhangsun Wuji.
No one knew that Fuyao was in a dangerous situation.
They were purely curious and did not expect any unexpected answers. Only Fo Lian remained kneeling in front of the table, motionless. Her hands were tucked into her sleeves, which were trembling even though there was no wind.
Zhangsun Wuji remained silent for an hour, as if deep in thought. Then, he smiled and said, "Between me and the princess, there is no longer …"
He suddenly cut off his words and turned to look at the arena. Then, his figure fluttered and he dashed out.
Everyone was still waiting for his answer, but they didn't expect this person, who had always been extremely calm, to suddenly reveal an expression as anxious as a spark. He even flew out halfway through his sentence. They couldn't help but reveal a stunned expression.
Fu Lian's sleeves suddenly stopped trembling. Fourth Prince Feng turned around and said with a smile, "Why is Crown Prince Zhaoxu so temperamental …" He suddenly saw Fu Lian's face and said in surprise, "Eh, little sister, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale? "
Fo Lian tilted her head and smiled at him. "Don't worry, brother. I've been protected by the deities since I was young. I've always been safe."
The Fourth Feng Prince felt that her answer was a little strange, but he did not think too much about it. He turned his head to look at the arena.
Fu Lian sat steadily and smiled. His smile was a little cold.
= = = =
Fuyao retracted her saber at the last moment, and the huge recoil force immediately landed on her. She felt a loud bang in her heart, followed by a ringing in her ears. Her entire body was crushed by a huge force, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood. She fell backward. Ba Gu, who had been waiting for an opportunity, suddenly moved. He took a step forward and extended his hand. A dark green ghost head claw appeared in his palm, and he clawed at Fuyao's chest, who was powerless to retreat!
The onlookers turned their attention back to the battle, only to realize that Fuyao's victory had been flipped upside down. Fuyao's imposing blade had automatically retracted as it neared her opponent's chest. Immediately, it was rebounded by her True Energy, causing her to somersault in mid-air. Ba Gu's ghostly claw had caught up to her chest like a meteor. Seeing that Fuyao's technique had been used up and that she seemed to be heavily injured, the onlookers could not help but gasp in shock. "Ah!" Fuyao's body trembled.
Ba Gu grinned maliciously. Fuyao tried her best to shift her body in midair, trying to avoid being hit in her vitals. However, she realized that her meridians were in a mess and she could not move at all.
She closed her eyes in despair. The moment her eyelashes closed, a purple shadow flashed.
Zhangsun Wuji had arrived.
He arrived like a wisp of duckweed, yet his attack was solid like a lofty mountain. With a flick of his sleeve, he slashed through the air and instantly slashed apart Ba Gu's attack!
As the wind stopped, Zhangsun Wuji's robe fluttered in the wind. With one hand behind his back, Zhangsun Wuji pointed forward with the other. His fingers stretched out from his sleeves and quietly inserted themselves between the eyes of the ghostly claw.
Ba Gu's expression slowly changed as he looked at the ghostly claw. He raised his head to look at Zhangsun Wuji and said word by word, "Crown Prince Zhaoxu, Your Excellency is the arbiter of the Grand Assembly, yet you have interfered in a battle and openly sided with Wuji's side. Don't you think that you have crossed the line?"
Zhangsun Wuji looked at him indifferently and said, "I, on the other hand, feel that I am shielding you."
Ba Gu said coldly, "Your joke is not funny, Crown Prince!"
"I can't be bothered to joke with you." Zhangsun Wuji slowly retracted his hand and smiled. "I only have one question for you. Are Your Excellency really from Xuelun?"
The crowd burst into an uproar and widened their eyes in shock. The True Martial Arts Grand Assembly had strict rules against concealing or lying about a participant's nationality. Once discovered, the participant would be immediately disqualified, expelled, and severely punished. If Ba Gu had faked his identity, he would not have the right to remain here.
Ba Gu's expression changed drastically. "Of course!"
"Oh? Then it's my fault? " Zhangsun Wuji smiled and suddenly looked at the top of Ba Gu's head. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Then why did Your Excellency's wig suddenly lift up? Ah, and there's a mark on your forehead? "
Ba Gu was startled and quickly reached out to touch his head. However, he did not find anything strange. He looked up and saw the expressions of realization around him. He immediately understood that he had been tricked by Zhangsun Wuji, and his face instantly turned pale.
Zhangsun Wuji was already laughing. As he laughed, he walked back with his hands clasped behind his back. He said indifferently, "Your Excellency should lift up your wig yourself. If His Majesty's Heaven Fiend Golden Guards were to make a move, it would not look good."
The knowledgeable people present looked at Ba Gu's expression and could not help but whisper to each other. Bald people with a mark on their forehead were special existences in the entire Five States Continent. There was only one kind of them, and that was the Qiong Cang Continent's Ascetic Practitioners. These people pursued "ascetic cultivation" and never appeared in the mortal world. Everyone had only heard of them. Could it be that this self-proclaimed Ba Gu from Xuelun was the Ascetic Practitioner of that most mysterious nation? However, his wig was clearly not abnormal, and the mark on his forehead was not exposed. How did Zhangsun Wuji find out?
Zhangsun Wuji walked back without looking back. Ba Gu was stunned and did not move. Suddenly, he heard someone whispering in his ear, "The Qiong Cang Continent's cultivators are not allowed to get involved in the mortal world. Your Excellency has not only violated the rules of the True Martial Arts Meet, but also violated the rules of the Qiong Cang Continent. Are you really not afraid that I will send a message to the Qiong Cang Continent and ask for an oracle for Your Excellency?"
Ba Gu trembled and looked at Zhangsun Wuji in horror. This Crown Prince of another nation was really as scary as the rumors said. He had been so careful, hiding his identity and sneaking into the last round. It was only during the battle for the championship that he used a little of the Qiong Cang Continent's unique techniques. Moreover, he hid it under a spell similar to Xuelun's witchcraft. He did not expect Ba Gu to see through him.
He unconsciously glanced at Pei Yuan and quickly retracted his gaze, afraid that Zhangsun Wuji, who could read people's minds, would discover it. He wanted to deny it and fight to the end, but he was truly afraid of Zhangsun Wuji's last words. He stood there hesitantly, not knowing what to do. Zhan Nancheng looked at him with a dark expression and asked Zhangsun Wuji, "Crown Prince, how do you think we should handle this?"
"I have done my duty as an arbitrator," Zhangsun Wuji said lightly. "Strictly speaking, what Ba Gu used just now was not martial arts, but a forbidden technique. It is also a violation of the Meet's rules. As for how to deal with it, Your Majesty will decide."
"Good." Zhan Nancheng nodded and said, "Now remove Ba Gu …"
"Wait!"
The one who spoke was actually Meng Fuyao, who had been half-kneeling and gasping for breath after Zhangsun Wuji had separated them.
Zhangsun Wuji was about to return to his seat when he heard her voice. His body stiffened, and when he looked back, his expression was normal, but his eyes were full of helplessness.
He glanced at her, and in an instant, his long eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes. He asked calmly, "General Meng, do you have anything to say?"
Meng Fuyao leaned on her sword, raised her head, and swallowed the blood that had forced up her throat. She answered loudly, "I can't let him plot against me for nothing! I want to fight him to the end! "
Everyone was shocked and looked at Meng Fuyao as if they were looking at an idiot. Ba Gu had been disqualified from the championship, and Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu were still fighting. Both of them were exhausted, and it would be a pyrrhic victory no matter who won. Even if Meng Fuyao was injured, it would be easy for her to win the championship. Ba Gu, on the other hand, was in excellent condition and had a strange forbidden technique. How could she be a match for him?
She didn't want the championship that had been delivered to her, but she wanted to die under Ba Gu's hands?
Moreover, her duel with Ba Gu was beyond the scope of the True Martial Arts Meet. It was a personal grudge and was no longer protected by the rules of the meet. It was hard to predict the outcome.
'What a lunatic!'
Meng Fuyao half-knelt on the ground and stared at Ba Gu, ignoring the shock in the hall. She was not a lunatic, nor was she a fool who would go crazy after suffering a small loss. It was only because, at that moment, she really saw her mother!
It was not an illusion or a virtual reality, but a real scene. She was sure that the hospital and her mother at that moment was not a flashback of the past. At that moment, she saw the flower on the cabinet beside her mother's bed. It was a dark red plum blossom! It was a plum blossom!
Meng Fuyao's fingers dug deep into the seam of the gold brick. If she did not use force, she was afraid that her tears would immediately flow out. In that flash of tears, the long-lost memories of her past life unfolded like a painting. A light flashed, and the door was pushed open.
When the door was pushed open, the woman walked in gracefully and placed a jasmine flower in the vase. She smiled and kissed the patient on the bed. Then, she carefully looked at the plain flower in the vase and complained, "Hey, the color of this flower is too plain. When the plum blossoms in our yard bloom, pick the prettiest one and put it there. I want the brightest one!"
"Alright, Fuyao, go." Her mother smiled from the bed. "Yunnan's weather is hot and humid. Bring some Huoxiang Zhengqi Water."
"Alright!" She waved her hand and opened the door. Suddenly, she poked her head in and said, "I don't know how long you'll be gone. If something happens and I'm not back when the plum blossoms bloom, I'll ask Qiangzi next door to change the flowers for you every day."
"Silly child, it's only summer now. How can I not be back when winter comes?" Her mother smiled.
That was the last time she saw her mother. It had been 18 years since then.
That year, in that time and space, the promise of plum blossoms had been a pain in her heart ever since. In those many sleepless nights, she had sat up countless times with bright eyes, wondering if her mother was still waiting for her. Waiting for the plum blossoms that she would never personally put in? As for her mother, who had yet to see her, what kind of mood would she be in as she counted down the days of her husband's return under the dim moonlight?
That summer, she had just been given a job and had a raise in salary. For the first time, she had enough money to send her mother to the hospital. She had made a promise with her mother to pick the most beautiful plum blossoms in winter, but that promise had been dissolved by fate.
Then, today, in a different space and time, in a decisive battle that she could never imagine in her previous life, at the moment when the strange opponent opened his palm to her, she saw the promised plum blossom and her mother. She clearly saw her mother leaning against the headboard, frowning and sighing. She saw that there were many more white hairs on her temples, much more than when she left.
It was because of this flower and her mother that she was certain that the world opened up by Ba Gu's eyes was not a reflection of her own memories, but a projection of that time and space. She was even certain that the time and space of her previous life were indeed different from that of the Five Continents. The 18 years she had now were not the 18 years she had spent there.
Due to her mother's illness, she would not live past 18 years. Although the mother she saw in that eye was older, she did not look like she had aged 18 years.
She heaved a sigh of relief with tears in her eyes. She almost wanted to thank the heavens that her previous life and the Five Continents were not in the same time and space! And her mother was still alive! Her persistence, which had pushed her to the brink of despair, had finally been proven to be correct today!
Because of this, she could not let Ba Gu go. He was the only warlock who had given her hope. She had to get more accurate information about her mother from him!
Meng Fuyao supported herself with her saber and stood up, panting slightly. She pointed the Heaven Piercing Saber at Ba Gu without hesitation.
She did not look at Zhangsun Wuji. Whether he agreed or not, he could not stop her from pointing the saber at him.
But Zhangsun Wuji was looking at her.
He looked at the tears in her eyes, at her stubborn expression, at her swaying but unyielding stance, at her trembling body, and at her extended saber, which was as calm as an abyss.
He sighed with his eyes, which were filled with pain. He looked at her as if she was an oasis in the desert, close at hand yet unreachable. It was as if they had seen each other in an instant, yet were as far as a thousand miles.
But he loved her, even if he was constantly worried about the weightlessness of fate, he had to let her fly.
The hall was as quiet as still water. Everyone was waiting for an answer.
Zhangsun Wuji finally answered calmly,
"Since General Meng has raised the challenge, please go ahead."
= = =
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath. She suddenly felt like crying.
Wasn't it difficult for Zhangsun Wuji to say that?
She seemed to always be making things difficult for him.
She wanted him to constantly face choices. She wanted him to hesitate between protecting her and letting her go. She wanted him to be in an endless dilemma between obeying his own heart and fulfilling her heart.
It was hard to let go, harder to possess.
Meng Fuyao swallowed her saliva and swallowed the pill in her mouth. Just now, when Zhangsun Wuji leaped onto the stage and swung his sleeves, he took advantage of the moment when the wind was about to die down and flicked a pill into her bosom with his hand, which was behind his back.
She half-knelt on the ground, not moving, so that it would be easier for her to send the pill into her mouth.
Seeing that the champion was about to be in her hands, and his painstaking efforts were going to be wasted, Meng Fuyao laughed softly. She was really not a good person.
With that smile, she took a deep breath and used all her strength to suppress the surging blood in her internal organs. She gently wiped the edge of the saber, her fingers skimming over the extremely sharp edge, leaving a line of blood with each stroke.
The deep black saber brightened in an instant, glowing with a faint red light.
Using its owner's blood to feed a magical weapon could break evil arts.
The red light grew brighter and brighter. The black saber had tasted the blood of its enemies and received its owner's blood for the first time. Its radiance grew brighter and brighter, dazzling the eyes.
Ba Gu stared at the seemingly ordinary but suddenly brilliant saber. He seemed to have thought of something, and the expression in his eyes changed slightly.
In the split second that he was distracted, Fuyao made her move.
She raised the saber and struck the ground!
The black and red saber light carried the force of a thousand catties and heavily struck the ground like a Ninth Heaven Thunder Hammer!
"Cha —"
The extremely hard golden brick ground was struck by the full force of the entire body, creating a long and narrow trench. Brick chips flew everywhere, and a bright white light shot out like a waterfall from the tip of the saber. In the blink of an eye, it passed through the trench and reached Ba Gu's feet!
No one could practice martial arts to the soles of their feet!
Such a crafty and strange angle!
Ba Gu's entire body was on guard against Meng Fuyao's seemingly powerful strike. He did not expect her to concentrate all her strength to strike the ground. Just as he was stunned, the blinding white light had already reached the soles of his feet. No one dared to face the oppressive power of the sixth level of Cleaving Nine Heavens. Ba Gu let out a howl and subconsciously leaped up.
His reaction was extremely fast. The moment he leaped up, the ghostly head claw opened up. Although the eyes of the ghostly head had been pierced by Zhangsun Wuji, there was still a pair of strange eyes in the depths of the bloody mouth!
Meng Fuyao was no longer in front of him. Instead, she was waiting for him on his path.
Without hesitation, she leaped up like a swallow and landed on top of Ba Gu's head. Head down and feet up, she clashed head-on with Ba Gu, who had leaped up like a rocket!
'I'm on top of your head. If you're so capable, carve eyes on your head too!
Let's see whose head is harder when our heads meet! '
Meng Fuyao let out a sinister laugh as she unleashed Heaven Murder!
Like a flag facing the wind, a mighty astral wind swept up from her body. The wind was not formless, but like a hurricane. At first, the center was bright and the edges were pale white. That was the essence of the True Qi of Rising Sun and Soul of the Moon. As her body spread out, the bright and the pale white suddenly spread out like a fan. In an instant, it melted into a pure, lustrous white like milk. Then, amidst the raging winds, it shone brilliantly like an aurora.
When it was at its brightest, the white light faded away, but the wind grew several times stronger!
The three supreme true forces of Rising Sun, Soul of the Moon, and Gale finally fused completely when Meng Fuyao was in a desperate situation.
The three ultimate godly skills combined into one. Under the sun and moon, astral winds of the four seas!
With a swoosh, the sluggish Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu, who had been fighting with all their might, were swept away.
With a 'chi' sound, the pair of huge brass cauldrons with dragon heads, which were as heavy as a thousand catties, suddenly moved back slowly. They moved back step by step, leaving behind a heavy scratch mark wherever they passed.
With a few whooshes, the apricot embroidered wares on the tables in the hall were swept up, floating and dancing in the air. It was a beautiful sight to behold, like a fairy scattering flowers. It was a pity that a few fruits and teacups fell along with it, shattering into pieces. Porcelain shards rolled on the ground and splashed like broken jade.
Zhan Nancheng, who was drinking tea, was caught off guard by the sudden surge of wind. The boiling hot tea in his cup stood up. Afraid that he would be scalded, he quickly let go of the teacup. The water separated from the teacup, and a column of water shot towards him. Zhan Nancheng could not avoid it. Seeing that he was about to be scalded, he gently reached out to catch the teacup and firmly placed it in his palm.
Zhan Nancheng heaved a sigh of relief. He forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Crown Prince. This wind … is too strange …"
Zhangsun Wuji did not answer him. He turned his head and looked at the center of the wind, his eyes filled with worry.
= = =
At that moment, the wind rose!
The women covered their skirts in panic, and the men looked up with their mouths agape.
The center of the raging wind in the hall was actually still and peaceful. All the complicated movements finally turned into one. Meng Fuyao stood upside down on top of Ba Gu's head, the tip of her knife piercing the top of his head.
A thin trickle of blood slowly flowed down from the top of Ba Gu's head. Meng Fuyao's knife had only pierced his scalp.
The sound of the wind gradually died down. She landed gently, spitting out a mouthful of blood. She had lost even more blood than Ba Gu.
However, she did not loosen her grip. The tip of her knife moved down to the center of Ba Gu's eyebrows. She said in a low voice, "Those eyes of yours … What kind of forbidden technique is that?"
Ba Gu was silent, his mouth tightly shut. Meng Fuyao said coldly, "If you let me see that scene again, I won't kill you."
Ba Gu pursed his lips, as if hesitating.
Zhangsun Wuji, who had been quietly watching the battle from the jade steps, suddenly pressed his hand on the table.
He looked at Ba Gu, his eyes indifferent and expressionless. His palm was pressed against the table, where the pair of eyes of the ghost head he had just plucked out were. He placed his palm on the ghost eyes and pressed lightly.
Ba Gu suddenly spasmed.
His entire body seemed to be pulled by a machine, his limbs twitching in a strange manner. His breathing quickened, and his face turned purple. His eyes suddenly brightened, and he let out a low hiss from his throat. He slowly twisted his body, as if he wanted to turn around to look for something.
Meng Fuyao panicked. She stabbed the tip of her knife into the center of his eyebrows. "What are you doing?!"
She was already seriously injured, and her True Force had long since been exhausted after using all her strength to subdue the enemy. Now that her heart was ignited, she spat out another mouthful of blood, which splattered on Ba Gu's face. Some even fell to the ground.
The blood was bright red, and it burned the eyes.
On the jade steps, Zhangsun Wuji's hand suddenly stopped.
His gaze shifted from the blood to Meng Fuyao's face, which was as pale as a sheet. A dark and pained expression floated across his eyes. He slowly released his hand, paused, looked at Ba Gu, and pressed down again. However, when he saw Meng Fuyao's anxious and agitated expression, his hand stopped again.
It moved back and forth between stopping and continuing.
This happened three times.
It felt like a thousand years in an instant.
The slight rise and fall seemed to be an unintentional flick of the fingertip. No one noticed the endless struggle in his heart, which was like a butterfly falling to a flower or a wind moving through water.
Finally, Zhangsun Wuji slowly released his hand.
He closed his eyes, and no one heard the long, deep sigh of his heart.
= = =
Ba Gu returned to normal after he released his hand. He seemed to have forgotten the moment of twisting. He opened his eyes, looked at Meng Fuyao, and suddenly said, "So what if I see it? It's better not to see it. "
"That's my business!" Meng Fuyao tightened her grip on the knife and swallowed the blood that was gushing out. "If you want to die, hurry up!"
Her mind was no longer clear, and she could not even speak properly. Ba Gu straightened his neck, as if he wanted to resist. When his gaze met Meng Fuyao's fiery eyes, he was burned. After a while, he said, "My ability can only show you a very short period of time."
"Done!" Meng Fuyao's body was burning with irritation. Her internal organs felt as if they were being squeezed by a great force, and they could not stop shaking. She clenched her teeth, not allowing herself to pass out. She had not seen what she wanted to see, so how could she pass out?
The two of them were in a deadlock in the hall. No one knew what they were doing. They thought that Meng Fuyao was having the same problem as when she defeated Xuanyuan Yun, and so they laughed and chatted. The Fourth Feng Prince took the brocade cloth that the eunuch had picked up and spread it on the table. He smiled at Fo Lian, saying, "This Meng Fuyao is really valiant. I heard you say that you've seen her before?"
"It should be him." Fo Lian stared at Meng Fuyao. "He's disguised himself, but you know that I'm good at sniffing out people's scents. He walked past me just now, and I smelled the same scent as the one who saved me at Da De Temple."
"Then you have to thank him," the Fourth Feng Prince said. "Such a talent will definitely make his name known throughout the world after today's battle. You should take this opportunity to build a friendship."
"You're right, Brother." Fo Lian pursed her lips and smiled. "How could I not meet such a person?"
Her smile was cold, and it was the standard posture of a pure and noble lotus flower. Her lotus branches swayed like the wind on the water, and the thousands of layers of light and shadow trailed behind her. No one could see the dewdrops quietly rolling down between the layers of green leaves.
Those familiar scents … appeared on the body of someone who should not be here!
= = =
Ba Gu finally opened his palm towards Meng Fuyao.
The 'eye' blinked, and the dim light reappeared.
Time and space were split open by a mysterious forbidden technique, and the scroll of a different world was slowly unraveled.
It was still the same ward. The sky was still dark, and the dim yellow light was cast on the pure white bedding and the side of her mother's white hair. She was focused on reading a book.
The book was very old, and the edges were rolled up and a little dirty. The cover was colorful, and there was even a crooked duckling drawn on it. The drawing skill was unparalleled.
Beside the duckling was a line of badly written words of varying sizes: Book of Meng Fuyao. Whoever steals will be beaten up.
Tears streamed down Meng Fuyao's face.
It was her book, the only children's book of her childhood, The Little Prince. Her mother had worked overtime for a month to buy it for her. She loved it like a treasure, flipping through it countless times every day and adding markings. Her mother said that she should draw a dragon because she was born in the year of the dragon. She didn't like dragons because they looked like earthworms, and she liked fluffy ducks. Thus, she decided that she would be born in the year of the duck.
Fearing that someone would steal it, she added a few words. If she remembered correctly, there was a skull with a red cross drawn on it: curse. Whoever steals will be poisoned to death.
Beside the skull was a small bottle: Dichlorvos, Must Kill.
'Heh … I've watched her grow up. What a cruel child she is …'
Meng Fuyao smiled gently with tears in her eyes. She saw that the book was even older than she remembered. The tattered corners had been carefully mended, but it was still a little difficult to hold. The book was probably rubbed by her mother for too long, as the edges were shiny. She saw her mother's fingers carefully caressing the ugly duck.
The hand was thin, pale, and sickly. The knuckles were protruding and full of bruises caused by needles.
Meng Fuyao reached out with trembling hands, wanting to hold the hand that she had been separated from for 18 years. Instead, she touched a broken shadow. Her mother's illusory figure shook, and she quickly withdrew her hand, not daring to break the scene.
It was so close, but she could not touch it.
Her mother was still looking at the duck, full of love. It was as if she could see her daughter, who was exuding a milky fragrance, leaning on her knees and drawing. The fragrance of her daughter's hand seemed to be lingering even after so many years.
Her hand that was caressing the duck suddenly moved forward slowly, as if she could feel the outline of her daughter from the tender strokes.
But she could not touch it.
Separated by time and space, the touch of a mother and daughter missed each other.
Tears finally overflowed from Meng Fuyao's eyes, rolling down her cheeks and mixing with the blood at the corner of her mouth, turning into a pink stream that landed on her lapel.
The little prince said, "It's because you spent so much time on your rose that it became so precious."
Because of the difficulty of persevering for 18 years, Meng Fuyao's tears were as heavy as a thousand catties.
The entire hall was silent. Everyone was speechless. They did not understand what Meng Fuyao was doing. They only saw her standing in front of Ba Gu and suddenly crying. They looked at her in confusion, but they were shocked by the huge pain and desolation in her eyes. They could not help but fall silent.
Zhangsun Wuji tilted his head, his usually steady fingers trembling slightly. He let go of the teacup that he had been calmly holding and tucked his hands into his sleeves.
There was a kind of pain that he could not share, but he could not bear it with her.
Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped crying.
Time was precious. Tears would blur her vision, and she would not be able to see her mother's face clearly. That would be too much of a waste.
She tried hard to blink away the tears. Then, with a loud bang, the door of the ward was smashed open, and a large group of people rushed in.
The one in front had a plump figure — Fatty.
He was the one who had cried for his father and mother in the ancient tomb, and who had almost been poked in the ass by Meng Fuyao.
Behind him were Little Li, Old Wang, and Big Head. They were all colleagues of the archeology team. Fatty was actually holding a hotpot, while Little Li was carrying a large bag of fresh food. They burst into laughter, adding a bit of bustle to the previously desolate ward. They laid out the hotpot and mutton slices and shouted, "Today is the Winter Solstice. Let's have hotpot together, Auntie!"
Her mother smiled and looked up. "Sorry to trouble you to visit me again …"
"Don't mention it, Auntie. It's what we should do. Since Meng Fuyao is not here, we …" Little Li quickly shut up after being poked by someone.
Her mother was still smiling. She carefully closed the book and gently stroked the cover. "She is … she is in my heart."
Mother …
Meng Fuyao could not help but rush forward. She was about to throw herself into that otherworldly warmth and yearning. Suddenly, the light in front of her trembled and rippled like water. Then, the scene gradually faded into white light and disappeared.
Meng Fuyao was anxious. She quickly reached out to grab, but only grabbed the cold void. She almost pulled Ba Gu's nose off.
Ba Gu's face was full of sweat. It was obvious that he was already at his limit for such a long time. He clenched his fist and said, "Promise to let me go."
Meng Fuyao stared at him, still planning her own plans.
Ba Gu looked into her eyes and seemed to realize something. He quickly said, "I can only use this forbidden technique three times in my life. That was the third time. Don't think too much about it."
In an instant, Meng Fuyao's hopes turned to dust. Her heart was filled with hatred. She suddenly raised her head and stared at Ba Gu. Her gaze was like that of a hungry wolf. Ba Gu trembled and shouted, "You're going to break your promise!"
Ba Gu's face was pale. He stared at Meng Fuyao, who had caused him to lose face in front of all the martial artists in the world. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles cracked. Suddenly, he felt a cold stare piercing him from behind. He turned around and saw Zhangsun Wuji sitting calmly on the jade steps, smiling at him.
That smile made him tremble. He did not dare to do anything else. He quickly lowered his head and walked out.
Only Meng Fuyao and Pei Yuan were left in the arena. Ya Lanzhu had been swept out of the arena by Meng Fuyao's move. Her inner force was insufficient and she had already fainted from exhaustion. Pei Yuan was lying on the ground, panting. Her five fingertips were bright red, but it was not blood. No one knew what it was.
Pei Yuan was lying on the ground, while Meng Fuyao was squatting. One seemed to be unable to struggle, while the other was squatting and vomiting blood.
The battle for the Champion of Zhen Wu was coming to a bitter end.
At this point, no one knew who the Champion of Zhen Wu would be. Meng Fuyao, who was supposed to be the champion without a doubt, looked like she could be pushed down with just a finger. Between the two of them, it was purely a matter of luck. Whoever could use the last bit of energy to push down the other would be the winner!
Meng Fuyao hugged her knees and squatted. She looked at her own shadow in a daze before the pool of blood. Who was the person inside? Where was the red-haired demoness from before?
She was so engrossed in her own reflection that she did not notice a cry of surprise from beside her. Pei Yuan was supporting herself with her elbow and struggling to get up.
She crawled very slowly. She struggled for half a body and immediately fell back down. After panting for a while, she propped herself up again without giving up.
After struggling for a full hour, she finally stood up shakily.
But Meng Fuyao remained squatting without moving. She seemed to have forgotten herself while studying her own shadow. She was unwilling to give up. The pool of blood reflected the Golden Palace Algae Well. The four walls were filled with dragons, but it could no longer reflect the people and things she wanted to see.
In a daze, she dipped the tip of her finger in the blood and slowly drew on the ground. One was round, and the other was curved …
Someone called softly in her ear, trying to wake her up at the crucial moment. It was his elegant and mellow voice.
"Fuyao …"
Pei Yuan panted as she approached.
… Another turn … Then two small triangles …
"… Fuyao!"
Pei Yuan finally arrived behind Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao continued without any distractions. Just one more stroke to draw the webbing …
In the main hall, on the precious and bright golden floor, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the childish drawing of the approaching enemy was finally completed.
Duck.
When the last stroke was completed, Pei Yuan raised her palm. Her fingers were as red as blood, and like blood sand, she stabbed at Meng Fuyao's head!
"… Fuyao!"
Meng Fuyao suddenly looked up.
Then, she fell.
As she fell, her body immediately slid out. Pei Yuan suddenly lost the target above her head and lost her center of gravity. Her front and Meng Fuyao's slipping body intersected.
In an instant, they intersected.
A black light flashed.
A splatter of fresh blood that resembled a silk ribbon slowly drifted out along with the black knife light. Then, it surged into the air, warm and vigorous, like a flickering torch.
A torch that burned away all the life in one's body.
Pei Yuan let out a short "ah" sound from her throat.
That murmur was like a dream. In an instant, the dream shattered and melted into the cold void.
She fell down softly, like a flower that had suddenly bloomed and withered in an instant, or a wisp of cloud that was blown away by the mountain wind, or even a wild goose that flew far away in the vast sky in an instant, only to never fly back again.
Twenty-one years of youth had ended today. The entanglement of gratitude and resentment that she loved but could not get, was like silk meeting a sharp blade. With a 'clang', it was all cut off.
The echo lingered for a long time, dissipating in the wind.
Perhaps, from the moment she met him, from that brush in the back mountain of Mount Xuanyuan, life was already destined to fall into a bottomless cliff.
Because of a man that she cared about but had no heart for, they collided until now. Then, she fell in the middle, while he blew the blood off the tip of the sword and continued forward.
The world was so vast and narrow. It could accommodate the vastness of the sea and the distance of the horizon, but it could not accommodate narrow-minded schemes and sinister schemes.
Lying on the ground, Pei Yuan felt the wind rising around her, swaying leisurely, wanting to blow her over the West Mountain. She also felt extreme coldness in the extreme heat. The coldness was like the snow the year she first met him, layer by layer covering her eyebrows. Her cold hand held her master's hand, looking timidly at the unfamiliar courtyard. The handsome youth who was sweeping the snow in front of the plum tree turned his head, smiling like the first thaw of spring.
He said, "Good morning, Junior Sister."
That year, she looked at him and forgot to answer.
Pei Yuan smiled faintly … How could she not answer? This was the last chance of her life.
She closed her eyes and murmured,
"The wind is cold, Senior Brother … take care."
= = =
The Battle of Zhen Wu had ended!
But it was the most tragic result of lying in a pool of blood.
Zhan Nancheng opened his mouth, but failed to say the words of congratulations. There was silence. After a while, Zhan Beiheng said bitterly, "Wuji, Meng Fuyao, wins!"
The onlookers immediately became lively, showing fake prosperity and joy at the blood and corpses. Many people swarmed up to congratulate Meng Fuyao. Vaguely, Zhan Nancheng seemed to be talking about some palace celebration banquet. The tireless opening of their mouths and spitting saliva almost drowned Meng Fuyao. She looked at them blankly, not knowing what they were talking about. They were so noisy that she was dizzy, and they had actually trampled on her duck!
Someone squeezed forward and took her hand. It was Ya Lanzhu, who had just barely recovered. She pushed those people away one by one. She didn't care what kind of distinguished status these onlookers had. She shouted without a trace of politeness, "Make way, we want to go home!"
We want to go home.
But where was home?
Meng Fuyao floated in the air in a daze as Ya Lanzhu pulled her out. She could vaguely feel a warm yet painful gaze hanging on her back, unwilling to be pulled away. But she did not have the strength to care about it. She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible and fall asleep. Perhaps she could relive what she had just seen in her dreams.
The crowd made way for them. When they reached the outside of the palace, there was still someone who did not know better and blocked their way. A white lotus dress fluttered in the wind, as elegant as a lotus.
The lotus said in a holy voice, "Congratulations to General Meng for winning the championship. I hereby thank you for your help. I will also host a small banquet in Pandu's Drunken Fragrance Restaurant in honor of General Meng …"
"Can you shut up?"
Fu Lian lost her voice. Meng Fuyao raised her head, her eyes bloodshot. She looked at her like a rabbit, but the look in her eyes was that of a wolf. She gritted her teeth and said in a clear voice, "Rotten lotus, I beg you. You can pretend to be pure in front of the world, but please don't do it in front of me, especially now! Do you know that I f * cking want to throw up every time I see you pretending? I've vomited more than enough today! "
Fu Lian felt as if she had been hit by a hammer. Her face turned pale as she retreated, desperately holding onto a pillar to prevent herself from falling. When she opened her mouth again, her voice had changed. "You … you …"
"I hate you, that's all." Meng Fuyao walked over and knocked her shoulder away. "I'm in a bad mood, so you deserve it. Let me say some vulgarities for you to hear."
She turned her head and was inches away from Fu Lian. She smiled with her white teeth and whispered in her ear, "Don't pretend to be a b * tch, or you'll be struck by lightning! Don't pretend to be pure, or you'll be gang-raped! "
She laughed and spat out another mouthful of blood. Meng Fuyao wiped her mouth, stretched out her arms, and strode out. "Satisfying!"
No matter how much the lotus flower trembled, Meng Fu shook her head and walked out of the hall without looking back. She passed through layers of palace doors and walked out of the bloody Asura Field under the envious, shocked, jealous, or meaningful gazes. The palace doors slowly opened in front of her. The evening sunlight was illuminated by the sunset like a bright red carpet. The long path stretched out and spread out in front of her. She had finally stepped on that path. She had finally reached this day. She had finally gotten what she wanted. However, the heavens had given her a gift as a joke. It was like a surprise that had jumped out of a toy box. It hit the most painful part of her heart, causing her to bleed from the pain.
She left the palace and mounted her horse. "Zhu Zhu, you go back first. I want to be alone for a while."
Ya Lanzhu looked at her worriedly. Just as she was about to reject her, she suddenly leaned to the side and said, "Be careful."
Meng Fuyao nodded and cracked her whip. The horse galloped through the crowd, through the streets and alleys, and through the lights of thousands of houses. It galloped straight towards the direction closest to the firmament.
Ten miles away from the city gate, there was a small hill where a stream flowed, sparkling in the night.
She got off the horse and stared at it in a daze. In her memory, there was a pool of water like this in her hometown, pure and clear. When she was young, she used to fish in it.
The night breeze was gentle, and the petals were scattered. On this cold night, who would illuminate the path of a lost person under the flickering candlelight? Who would use their own body heat to warm the cold hearts of the lost person?
Suddenly, someone approached her from behind and said softly, "Fuyao, the brave do not fear to cry."
His voice was soft and gentle, containing the calmness and calmness that had accumulated through life's hardships. Today, however, his words brought with them a pain that she could empathize with. It was as if a warm jade had cracked, reflecting an even more resplendent and warm beauty.
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around.
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