"I don't know." Chen Changsheng shook his head. "It's already been half a year since we've heard from him."
Guan Fei Bai was quiet for a while, then suddenly said, "I'll go with you."
Chen Changsheng was somewhat surprised, and Zhexiu also raised his head. From the Ivy Festival to the Grand Examination, to viewing the monoliths in the Mausoleum of Books, and then to the Boiling Stone Summit at Mount Han, Tang Thirty-Six and Guan Fei Bai would quarrel whenever they met, their swords drawn and bows bent. Why did he want to go to Wenshui?
Seeing the two's gazes, Guan Fei Bai felt somewhat uncomfortable. "Can I not go and make fun of him for being useless?"
"Fine, do as you please," Chen Changsheng said with a smile.
Zhexiu shook his head, thinking to himself, it's already been so many years, but why is he still so childish?
Chen Changsheng asked again, "What about Blue Pass? Although your Mount Li Sword Sect still listens to orders, it's not good to leave on your own accord. "
Guan Fei Bai replied, "We agreed beforehand that once I finished this matter, I would return to Mount Li. At the next town, I would have the relay station bring a letter back."
Chen Changsheng was somewhat surprised. "You were originally planning to return to Mount Li?"
"Second Brother should have already left Snowhold Pass by now. All of us senior brothers will return."
"Because the demons have withdrawn?"
"That's part of the reason. The main reason is that Eldest Brother wants to return to Mount Li."
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng fell silent for a while, then asked, "In these past few years, where has your senior brother gone?"
In the eyes of the world, he had already disappeared for three whole years, but Qiushan Jun had already disappeared for five whole years.
Just where had Qiushan Jun gone? This was a matter that everyone was very curious about.
"We also don't know."
Guan Fei Bai looked at Chen Changsheng, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
Anyone would think that Qiushan Jun's disappearance was inevitably related to him. To be more precise, it was related to his engagement with Xu You Rong. Chen Changsheng was quiet for a very long time, then said, "I've never met Qiushan Jun, but if he really is as you describe him, I believe that he would definitely not hide from the world because of emotional grief."
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In the depths of the night, the stars were the brightest.
From the top of the mountain, one could clearly see the scenery on the ground.
Outside Hanqiu City, with this mountain ridge as the boundary, the world was divided into two halves. On one side was the fertile land that had been irrigated by the river for countless years. Even in the depths of winter, it still retained some greenery and did not give off any sense of desolation. On the other side was the mountain valleys and the desert, completely devoid of life, completely desolate to the extreme.
If one wanted to get to Wenshui, one could go anywhere.
Luo Bu didn't know how Chen Changsheng would choose, but what he wanted to know was how those pursuers in the forest would choose.
There were many experts among the pursuers. Some were from the Tang Family, some were from the Wu Family, some were from the Mutuo Family, and some were from his own family.
Simply put, these people were the elite forces of the Four Great Families.
If Chen Chang Sheng was really intercepted by these trackers, no one could predict the final outcome.
Under the starlight, the mountain forest was filled with an unreal and illusory beauty. What happened next made Luo Bu feel unreal.
The pursuers from the Four Great Families did not choose any path. After receiving reports from several scouts, they retreated along the original path after some discussion.
Luo Bu had a deep understanding of the cautious and conservative conduct of these noble families, so he only needed a few moments of thought to guess at what might have happened.
These pursuers were unable to confirm which path Chen Changsheng had chosen, so if they wanted to continue the pursuit, they would need to divide their forces. This sounded like a very simple arithmetic problem, just dividing one into two, but the mutual deception between the noble families made this problem even more complicated. Moreover, they were not confident that they could kill Chen Changsheng with just half their forces.
Even more importantly, the hand signals from the scouts had clearly indicated that the situation on the river path to the south had changed.
So they had to consider whether this was a trap set by the Orthodoxy.
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Luo Bu glanced at the dazzling white of the stone mountains and desert in the north, then turned and walked down the mountain ridge.
Using the cover of the forest, he quickly arrived at the river.
In the darkness, he silently walked along the river, all the way until the morning sun rose. As the morning light fell, it painted the meandering river into a silver belt.
This river was a tributary of the Wenshui, flowing south. Compared to the stone mountains and desert in the north, it was relatively warm.
But it was still late winter, so the river was still frozen and covered in a thick layer of snow.
Up ahead, the river bent to the right, and a clump of wintersweet grew between the protruding cliffs.
Luo Bu walked up to this clump of wintersweet and raised his eyes to see those people on the distant river.
Many holes had been torn in the ice and snow on the river, spreading out in all directions for several dozen zhang. At the end of each hole lay a black-clothed person.
The ice and snow were stained with blood, and the black-clothed people were unconscious. It was impossible to tell whether they were dead or alive.
From this sight, one could imagine just how world-shaking that exchange had been.
One could imagine just how powerful the black-clothed people's opponents had been.
There were still two figures standing on the cold, snowy river.
One was that blue-clothed stranger Luo Bu had seen in Hanqiu City. His face was still covered in a bronze mask, making him seem abnormally terrifying.
Even more terrifying was the Qi exuded from his body.
When the snowflakes falling from the sky and the cold wind blowing from the river approached his body, they would naturally avoid him.
In a battle of this level, the blue-clothed stranger could not conceal his Qi, much less his cultivation.
Luo Bu slightly arched his brow, his right hand subconsciously gripping the sword at his waist.
Even if he used his sword, he would still be no match for the blue-clothed man. But only by gripping his sword could he remain calm and ensure that he would not be discovered.
The blue-clothed man was actually an expert of the Divine Domain!
The hidden strength of the Great Western Continent had truly surpassed the conjectures of many people of the Central Continent.
Even more shocking was that the blue-clothed man, despite his strength, was actually the loser in this morning's battle.
A trickle of blood trickled down his shoulder, and a small piece of his bronze mask was missing.
Just who could defeat an expert of the Divine Domain?
On the other side of the river, that person was also wearing a blue gown, but it was lighter and plainer.
He was not wearing a mask. He faced the wind, snow, and world with an indifferent expression.
His eyebrows drooped, his shoulders somewhat slumped, making him seem very wretched.
The wind and snow arrived in front of him, blowing incessantly. His sleeves moved slightly, but they were empty.
Three years ago, he had severed one of his arms.
He used his remaining hand to grip a blade.
The wind and snow curled around him, but he knew no fear.
The flowing water beneath the snow had already been cut off.
"I didn't think that I would have the chance to experience Wang Po's path of the blade."
The blue-clothed stranger spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.
Wang Po calmly replied, "I also didn't think that I would have the chance to witness the elegant bearing of an expert of the Great Western Continent."
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