The bodyguard charged straight at Nanke. Just when it seemed like his head was about to bleed and the broth splattered, this scene did not occur.
Nanke continued to steadily hold the bowl of broth as she stood at her original position, but the bodyguard had already passed through her previous position.
This was very strange. The bodyguard had no idea what had happened and rubbed his head in a daze.
Luo Bu's pupils constricted, because he had clearly seen what had happened just now. Just when the bodyguard was about to collide with Nanke, Nanke had retreated two steps. When the bodyguard had run past, she had returned to her original position. Her advance and retreat had been noiseless, like a phantom, as if she had not moved at all.
Not even Great General Jin Yulu, who had plowed the fields outside White Emperor City for many years, could achieve such a speed.
Even with his vast knowledge, he knew that only one woman in the world could possess such speed, and it could not be her.
Luo Bu calmly glanced at Nanke, then turned to the bodyguard and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Retreat … retreat … the demons have retreated!"
The bodyguard gasped for breath, a very complex expression on his face. It was a mixture of joy and bewilderment.
No matter how one looked at it, the retreat of the demons was a good thing. It should have been joyous, even joyous, but … it had been too sudden.
Just like this bodyguard, the vast majority of soldiers in Sloping Cliff Horse Farm, including the Mount Song Army headquarters, the Black Mountain Army headquarters, Blue Pass, Snowhold Pass, and even countless people in the distant capital were shocked and delighted by this abrupt news, and then they felt a few strange emotions.
In the beginning of this war that had begun more than two years ago, the coup of the Mausoleum of Books and the storm that followed in the Imperial Court meant that the Great Zhou Dynasty had not made sufficient preparations, allowing the Demon Army to gain a slight advantage. However, afterwards, the two sides entered a long stalemate, with the humans even gaining a slight advantage. The Demon Army, including the wolf cavalry, had suffered grievous casualties on the snowy plains, and even now, they had not gained a single advantage. In these circumstances, why had the demons taken the initiative to retreat?
Just what was the Demon Lord thinking? And what was that Military Advisor Black Robe famed for his cunning and resourcefulness thinking? Was this war that had lasted for two years just a ruckus, or was it just a show of strength to stabilize the new emperor's position in Xuelao City?
Upon hearing this news, Luo Bu was also rather surprised. He had only just learned of the death of Divine General Ning Shiwei of the Mount Song Army headquarters, so he did not know any more.
Only Chen Changsheng clearly knew why the demons had retreated.
More than two years ago, the capital's Mausoleum of the Mausoleum of Xuelao City had taken.
The Demon Army had suddenly moved south not for the land and wealth of the Human race, but to search for the Demon Lord's whereabouts, as well as to conceal Xuelao City's true intentions. To the new demon Black Robe and the Demon Commander, the Demon Demon Commander, as if they could could killed., but. to one to the death, one to, one.
On that night, the Demon Lord finally died in that garden by the lake in Mount Han, so what reason did the Demon Army have to continue staying?
Up until now, only an extremely small number of people in the world knew the truth behind the Demon Army's retreat. Many soldiers were somewhat at a loss, while fellows like Zhexiu and Guan Feibai felt extremely dissatisfied. But in the end, this was still something worth celebrating. Even the remote Sloping Cliff Horse Farm received a reward from the Mount Song Army headquarters.
Amidst this reward, which was far from being generous, the most welcomed by the soldiers were the two carts of wyvern meat. Wyverns were naturally not true dragons, but monsters of Mount Han. They were famed for their tender and delicious meat, and were regarded by all the gluttons of the world as a supreme accompaniment to wine.
At night, ten-some bonfires were lit in the mountains. The wyvern meat hanging from the roasting racks exuded a strange yet not cloying fragrance.
The horses could be faintly heard in the distance. Perhaps the addition of frost grass at dusk had made these horses even more impulsive.
Chen Changsheng sat by one of the bonfires, a plate in his hands. On the plate were two pieces of freshly roasted wyvern meat.
The meat had been personally roasted by Nanke. The edges were somewhat charred, but they were still edible.
He looked to his side and saw that Nanke's small face was covered in oil, and she was happily chewing on the meat.
He suddenly thought that if Zhizhi were here, she would definitely be very angry, but what about Yourong?
And then he remembered that fellow called Qiushan Jun had the blood of a true dragon.
For some reason, he was happy, and he felt that the meat on the plate was a little more fragrant.
As the night deepened, the numerous stars fell over the mountains. The horses grew quiet, and the soldiers by the bonfires continued to eat and drink, laughing and chatting.
Chen Changsheng noticed that he had not seen Luo Bu's figure today.
He stood up, looked around, and then walked towards the mountain stream.
This mountain stream, formed from the melted snow between the mountains, was extremely clear. It flowed towards the wastelands of the north, different from the vast majority of rivers on the continent that flowed west.
The starlight shone on the mountain stream, forming a beautiful silver belt.
The frost grass in the mountains was already covered in a thin layer of white wool, and now that it was dyed by the starlight, it seemed to transform into true frost.
A figure stood under the starlight, somewhat lonely.
Chen Changsheng walked over and sat down next to that figure.
Perhaps it was because the starlight was too bright, but the weed-like beard could not completely conceal the true appearance of that face.
Chen Changsheng once again confirmed that Luo Bu was very young, only a few years older than him.
"What are you thinking about?"
Luo Bu was not eating meat, only drinking wine.
A very exquisite little wine pot was dangled by his two fingers, swaying in the night wind and starlight, appearing very elegant and at ease.
Hearing Chen Changsheng's question, Luo Bu fell silent for a while, then said, "Thinking about the impermanence of heaven and earth."
Anyone who answered such a simple question with such a sentence would make others feel a little uncomfortable.
But coming from his mouth, there was no such feeling. It was as if he was a person who should naturally speak like this.
Of course, if that friend of Chen Changsheng's was present, he might still hold his belly and laugh, then use harsh words to thoroughly humiliate Luo Bu.
Chen Changsheng did not, because he came from Xining Village, not Wenshui City. Moreover, he often thought about similar questions, though he very rarely spoke of them to others.
When the ancients came, the tears of the vicissitudes of time flowed down, ultimately flowing west.
He thought of that scroll of time also known as the Canon of Flowing West, thought of the chains under New North Bridge, thought of the tomb beneath the Orthodox Academy that no one knew about, thought of all the things that had happened in the last ten years, and gradually, he felt sorrowful. Gazing at the beautiful mountains and rivers under the starlight, he said, "Not giving up day and night."
What are you thinking about?
Thinking about the impermanence of heaven and earth.
Not giving up day and night.
There seemed to be no connection between this question and answer, stiff and incongruous, but carefully tasting it, there was a flavor to it.
At this moment, there should be wine here.
Luo Bu glanced at Chen Changsheng and placed the small wine pot in his hand.
Looking at the small wine pot in his hand, Chen Changsheng was somewhat hesitant.
Luo Bu was somewhat surprised. "You don't drink?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "My body has been poor since I was a child, so I pay more attention to this aspect."
Luo Bu would never force someone to drink. Seeing him in a difficult position, Luo Bu smiled and stopped, preparing to take the wine pot.
But Chen Changsheng raised the wine pot and took a sip.
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After returning to the Qing Kingdom, the feeling of writing stories really has gotten much better ~
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