Under the desolate moonlight, Mu Zixuan, who was fleeing for his life, was like a mad beast that had lost its pack. The intense pain that came from the wounds all over his body caused him to suck in a cold breath of air, but he was suppressing and laughing maniacally. He was laughing at himself for abandoning everyone, and in the end, he was also abandoned by everyone. He had finally walked this lonely path of a King, and he was alone.
But the faster he walked, the crazier he laughed, but the stronger his desire to survive was.
Since he had abandoned them, there was no need to look back. Behind him, there was a road paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. In front of him, even if he had to walk on corpses and bones, he had to walk on the road of survival!
As long as he escaped this disaster, even if there was no place for him to stay, he would definitely make a comeback!
Under this obsession, he stumbled all the way. He only felt that the bamboo forest that was supporting him was gradually thinning, as if he was about to reach the edge of the bamboo forest. At this time —
But he suddenly felt the wind was sharp, and the flying bamboo leaves flew across his face, leaving streaks of blood on his face.
"Sword will!"
The faint pain made Mu Zixuan gather his mind that was about to scatter. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. At the end of his sight, he saw a familiar person stepping on a jar of wine, sitting on a green stone, with a familiar sword on his knees.
The sword was neither gold nor iron, heavy wood without a sharp edge, so it was called unbearable.
This person had no sorrow or joy, and his spirit was hidden inside. It was Ying Feiyang!
Ying Feiyang used the tip of his foot to hook the wine jar under his feet, and turned his hand to take it. He held the sword hilt with one hand, and held the wine jar upside down with the other. The rich wine poured down, and the wooden sword without a sharp edge was unbearable. It was stained with drops of wine, and under the moonlight, it seemed to reflect a sharp edge.
Ying Feiyang washed the sword with wine. His movements were focused and devout, but the scattered bamboo leaves seemed to be repelled by the sword will, and fluttered in the direction of Mu Zixuan. The fluttering bamboo leaves came together with Ying Feiyang's voice.
"When I turned 20, on the day of my coronation, I broke into your Si Tiantai with a cart of wine. At that time, you sang along with me, and forced the heroes of the world to drink my wine to settle the old scores."
"But … you don't know, one of the jars of wine was prepared for you."
"You are my Senior Brother, as well as Master's regret. In this world, I am the least qualified to criticize you."
"The successor of the Heavenly Dao, Prince Myrtlestar, was born with sin, and you and I have both experienced the despair of not being tolerated by the world. It's just that I was slightly luckier than you and received redemption …"
"If not, will today's Mu Zixuan be the future Ying Feiyang?"
"So, that day, I prepared a jar of wine for you. If you can drink it and turn back, I can pretend that nothing happened in the past …"
"But you didn't drink, so I didn't point it out."
"Perhaps you're right. In this world, how can a jar of wine be enough to resolve a grudge? That sword — "
"Can you?"
It was a question that did not require an answer. Ying Feiyang threw the jar of wine into the sky. The wine jar spun in the air, and the remaining wine spilled out in circles like a drizzle.
Under the moonlight, in the wind, and in the moonlight, Ying Feiyang drew his sword!
"If this is the path you have chosen, then I will use this sword to send you off!"
- =
Ying Feiyang rarely used "unbearable" because he thought that it was a sword that belonged only to Gu Jian Sheng.
But today, he used it because he wanted to use this move to recreate Gu Jian Sheng's legend.
"Hum ~" The unbearable trembled and hummed. The wine beads on the sword were sent flying by the sword will. The wooden sword was originally lightless, but as the sword swept out like a god waving a brush, the moonlight in the sky dimmed under this sword!
Only a life of eternal beauty and elegance was worthy of this sword that could make the moonlight pale. This move was "Narrate My Life."
In the last battle of Gu Jian Sheng's life, the hundred swords had no end, and the story of his life was told.
But now, Ying Feiyang's abandonment of the move was intentional, and the hundred swords were combined into one. He was like a narrator, and when he waved his sword, a colorful picture book was opened, narrating Gu Jiansheng's life of being the best in the world with his sword!
In Mu Zixuan's eyes, the wine, air currents, bamboo leaves, and moonlight were all spinning rapidly with the point where the unbearable longsword had pierced out as the center. It caused the surrounding scenery to distort, change shape, and appear unreal. Vaguely, behind the distorted airflow, the figure of Ying Feiyang overlapped with the image of his master in his memory. It was as if this sword had pierced through life and death, and allowed Gu Jian Sheng to reappear after a lifetime.
The short move was ever-changing, and time was stretched under the sword. The sword will changed from frivolous and unrestrained to melancholy and sorrow, and then to calm and casual. It was completely different, but it was perfectly integrated into one move in an instant.
Mu Zixuan had witnessed the peak sword skills of the Sword Crown and the Sword God, and he had seen the sword that described his life. But today, as the target of the sword, it was a completely different feeling.
The sword had no murderous aura, but it also made him unable to resist. For a moment, he actually felt tired, so tired that he wanted to embrace his "Master", die under his sword, and end his messy, twisted life …
But it was only for a moment!
"You all want me to turn back, but the path I took was stained with blood and tears, and I can't bear to look back. How can I turn back!!"
Accompanied by a heart-wrenching and lung-splitting howl, Mu Zixuan's remaining True Qi rose to the peak. The purple aura around him surged, and the brilliant starlight shone in all directions, boundless and profound. The Myrtle Imperial Star in the distant sky also seemed to be attracted by this aura, and in an instant, it shone brightly, competing with the moon.
And Mu Zixuan guided the power of the stars into his body, and turned it into a shocking attack. He grasped the sky, as if holding the Imperial Star in his hand, and then opened up a path with his palm, staining the imperial road with blood. It was the final move of the Seven Transformations of the Imperial Star of Myrtle – "Glory of Myrtle"!
The sword that described his life, opened up a sword path, and went straight, without regret.
The palm that illuminated the world, shone for thousands of miles on the imperial road, did not dodge, did not retreat, and did not allow for turning back.
Two paths that were destined to conflict, two people who were destined to oppose each other, finally met at this moment!
"Bang!" The sound of the wine jar falling to the ground was covered by a loud explosion. This night, wine mixed with red blood fluttered, falling on the green bamboo like tears of blood …
- =
"Boom!"
A loud explosion came from afar. Ji Fengming looked up and saw that at the end of the bamboo forest, it was as if a star had fallen. With the explosion as the center, countless bamboos were uprooted by the purple air, and then shattered by the scattered sword energy.
Ji Fengming's expression suddenly changed, "He still has this kind of strength? Oh no! "Then, ignoring the injury on his foot, he activated his spell and rushed toward the end of the bamboo forest.
After arriving, he saw a desolate figure standing under the moonlight in the messy forest. Only then did Ji Fengming relax. Seven days ago, he pretended to be angry at Ying Feiyang because Chu Baininiu "harmed" Wei Wushuang. He put him under house arrest in Qingcheng Mountain, and sent people to keep a close watch on him. In reality, he wanted to reduce Mu Zixuan's wariness, so that Ying Feiyang could become a surprise soldier to stop Mu Zixuan.
But Mu Zixuan, who was at the end of the road, exploded with strength beyond his expectations. Ji Fengming was worried that the tiger would bite back, and Ying Feiyang would not be able to stop it, and would be killed instead.
Now that he saw that the person standing was Ying Feiyang, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he could not help but call out, "Ying Feiyang?"
He called out in a questioning tone, because Ying Feiyang's eyes were deep, and his temperament was as deep as the abyss. He did not look like a young man in his early twenties, but a senior expert who had experienced the ups and downs of the world, and finally washed away all the glory …
"Ah?" Only after being called by Ji Fengming did Ying Feiyang come back to his senses. The vicissitudes in his eyes gradually faded, and he returned to the bravado of a young man.
He used 'Unbearable' as a guide, and displayed the move 'Life Narration'. Under the influence of this move, it was as if he had really experienced the hardships of Gu Jian Sheng's life in a short moment. Moreover, he was immersed in the lingering charm of the sword technique, and could not extricate himself from it for a long time. It was only when Ji Fengming replaced him that he came back to his senses.
But he still clenched his fists in disbelief. It was hard to believe that the sword technique that surpassed his limits was performed by him. But at the same time, he could not help but laugh. He inexplicably believed that after he performed that sword technique, he was closer to his Master, who stood at the peak of the mountain …
"Where is Mu Zixuan?" Ji Fengming looked around, but did not see any trace of Mu Zixuan.
"He left, and should be dead …" Ying Feiyang added uncertainly, "Probably …"
In the battle just now, he had finally won. His long sword broke through Mu Zixuan's palm qi, and pierced through his chest. But Mu Zixuan also gathered the remaining power of her palm, and forced Ying Feiyang to retreat, and then fled.
Ying Feiyang did not chase after her. On one hand, he had decided to only use one sword technique, and this sword technique had indeed overdrawn his mind.
On the other hand, a sword piercing through the chest was a fatal wound. Even if he did not die on the spot, he would not be able to run far, and would die from excessive blood loss. Mu Zixuan should have died without a doubt.
But for some reason, when he thought about it again, the feeling of the long sword piercing into his flesh, and the mysterious feeling of the unseen, made Ying Feiyang feel that things were not as simple as they seemed … So he said, "Daoist Ji, are you going to chase after him?"
Ji Fengming shook her head and said, "You and I have already completed our efforts of blocking and exhausting him. Even if Mu Zixuan doesn't die, he will only be left with his henchmen who have been eliminated and his moves exhausted. Moreover, our encirclement has also been tightened. Under the inescapable net, he won't be able to escape even if he grows wings. For the time being, we don't need the two of us injured soldiers.
Ying Feiyang's expression froze. At this time, there was actually something more important than chasing after and killing Mu Zixuan? Could it be that the situation with the Six Paths of Evil Extinguisher had changed again? Without hesitation, he said, "If there is anything you need from me, Daoist Ji, please let me know!"
"You, become sworn brothers with me! Right here, right now! "Ji Fengming tapped her folding fan.
"Ah?" Ying Feiyang was stunned on the spot.
"Why, you're not willing?" Ji Fengming raised her eyebrows and asked.
"This … there must be a reason …" Ying Feiyang could only scratch the back of his head to see if it was still there.
"Previously, you brought Divine Doctor Chu back and gave him the opportunity to cure my master. This time, you're the biggest contributor to exposing Mu Zixuan and preventing him from harming my master."
"Uh … did I?" Ying Feiyang did not dare to take credit.
"You're the one who kept reminding me to be careful of Mu Zixuan. That's why I became suspicious of him."
"I say this to everyone. Eh, why do I feel that I'm always badmouthing him …" Ying Feiyang felt a little ashamed, just a little.
"You also noticed Chu Bainiu's abnormality, suspected that something had happened to Chu Song, and volunteered to investigate at Jinping Mountain Village."
"Although I've just arrived at the village, I forgot about this because of Gu Xuanren's venomous insect …" Ying Feiyang felt even more ashamed.
"Divine Doctor Chu, you're willing to cooperate and let my master fake his death instead of risking his life in exchange for Chu Song's safety. This is also because of his trust in you."
"You … you trust me?" Ying Feiyang seemed to be convinced. Before he set off from Mount Qingcheng to Jinping Mountain Village, he had indeed met Chu Bainiu once under the excuse of asking Chu Bainiu to treat Holy Daughter Ling Xin.
At that time, Chu Bainiu was threatened by someone, and he was afraid that the person who threatened him was watching him nearby. Thus, he did not dare to have any substantive conversation with Ying Feiyang. He used the excuse that he was busy treating Wei Wushuang and had no time to care about the Holy Daughter to coax him away. However, Ying Feiyang vaguely sensed Chu Bainiu's abnormality. Although he could not be sure, he volunteered to go to Jinping Mountain Village and sent a signal to Chu Bainiu. From the result, it seemed that Chu Bainiu received his signal and firmly believed that he could save Chu Song.
"Of course. Divine Doctor Chu and I have no friendship at all. You're the bridge between us. Chu Bainiu trusts your ability and character. If you treat people with trust, you'll naturally be trusted in return." Ji Fengming said firmly. Then, she concluded, "In short, I already owe you too much for my master to be reborn. I definitely can't repay you. Thus, I want to be brothers with you. Between brothers, no one owes anyone anything. But if there's a need, it's also reasonable for me to risk my life to help! Ying Feiyang, are you willing? "
Then, Ji Fengming raised her eyebrows and looked at Ying Feiyang expectantly.
It was a somewhat shameless reason, but Ying Feiyang's heart surged and his blood boiled. He blurted out, "Why wouldn't I be willing? I can't ask for more!"
He had always seen Ji Fengming's righteousness and magnanimity. When he saw Ji Fengming taking care of his fellow disciples, he had sincerely said, "Having a brother is like Ji Fengming." Now that Ji Fengming was willing to become brothers with him, why would he reject it?
"Good! Good! Good! " Ji Fengming could not hide her excitement. She immediately pulled Ying Feiyang and knelt down. She swore to the heavens, "In the name of the Heavenly Dao, with all living beings as witnesses, Ji Fengming and Ying Feiyang have become brothers. From now on, we'll entrust our lives to each other and support each other in times of need. We'll stick to it for the rest of our lives and swear not to violate it! "
Ying Feiyang also stood up and swore, "With this heart as an oath, with this sword as proof, Ying Feiyang has become Ji Fengming's brother. Our hearts are united, we'll never change, we'll never betray each other!"
"Hahaha!" Ji Fengming laughed out loud. She and Ying Feiyang held each other's hands as they stood up. She made a grabbing motion and sucked the broken bottom of the wine jar into her hand. She passed it to Ying Feiyang and said, "Little Brother!"
Ying Feiyang did not avoid the dirt. He drank the remaining wine in the jar and passed it back to Ji Fengming. He called out sincerely, "Big Brother!"
Ji Fengming also drank it in one gulp. "Good. Today, I lost a brother and gained another. You have one less Senior Brother and one more Sworn Brother!"
But in addition to her excitement, Ji Fengming's expression had a trace of imperceptible loneliness. She poured the remaining wine out of the bamboo forest as if it was a memorial.
How could Ying Feiyang not know what he was thinking? He sighed and said, "Big Brother, let's go. I'll support you. At least we can go and witness his end."
Ji Fengming hesitated and struggled for a while. Finally, she nodded.
So, Ying Feiyang put Ji Fengming's arm on his shoulder. The brothers walked side by side, following Mu Zixuan's lonely escape route, all the way out of the forest.
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