"Yuanbao, what do you plan to do when you find that King Kong? Kill it? Burn it? Pull its hair and serve it?"
Meng Fuyao leaned against a tree, and teased Master Yuan Bao on his lap with a piece of grass. Master Yuan Bao was stretching against the wind in the classic Titanic flying posture, almost obsessed with smelling the cold and desolate breath in the air, Dreamily thinking: Ah... this is the wind blowing from my hometown... I am getting closer and closer to my hometown... I am yearning for its specialty of the sky, and when I hear Meng Fuyao's unsightly question, I look back very dissatisfied He glared at Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao also looked at it very dissatisfied - when you begged me to take you out, your coquettish and idiotic virtues, now that you come out, you will immediately be dragged into two to five to eighty thousand.
She was a little depressed, raised her head, and looked at the scenery around her. There was a vast expanse of green fields with no boundaries, and the ground was covered with herb grass, stipa, and feather grass, dotted with wild chrysanthemums and low shrubs with bright red fruits. The sky is blue and high, the scenery is vast, the mountains around are faintly covered with snow, and the silent crouches beyond the horizon. The wind rushes from the top of the mountain, swirls and washes over the vast grassland, and roars short and powerful idylls. It really is a vast atmosphere. Natural fun.
This is the border of Fufeng, the sphere of influence of Faqiang among the three major tribes of Fufeng bordering Dawan, which is also the hometown of Yalanzhu. She passes through Cang County on the border of Xuanji, which is a grassland area that extends all the way to Fufeng. , the terrain in Fufeng is complex, complete with grasslands, plateaus, plains, inland seas, and mountains. Winters are cold and snowless, summers are hot and rainy; springs are windy and sandy, and autumns are dry. The weather gets worse the further you go north, but at least for now, it's still quite comfortable of.
Meng Fuyao stretched her waist and lay down with grass roots in her mouth. I heard that Fufeng has a vast land and few people. She has been walking for a whole day. On the first day, she didn't even see a single person except for her own guards and a lot of birds. Today Only then did I see a nomadic tribe in the lower reaches of a river not far away.
The guards were setting up tents, and the white tents spread out like pearls on the grassland. When she came to Fufeng this time, she did not bring three thousand guards as arrogantly as she did when she went to Xuanji. She only chose three hundred of the most elite guards. Yu stayed behind and led her specially dispatched Dahan King Army to guard the outside of the Dawan Palace. Tie Cheng and Yao Xun followed her. She had ordered people to go back to Dahan to inform Yao Xun that she was staying here today just to wait for Yao Xun to catch up. come up.
As for whether Zhuzhu will come with her, it's up to her. It's important to go home and go home, and it's up to her to decide.
Meng Fu swayed Erlang's legs, thinking for a while, she is not interested in being the empress, and taking the throne at the beginning was just a stopgap measure, just for revenge, in the future, Dawan will be given to anyone, anyway, they will not treat her badly Homeland, her goal in life, has always been only one, to go home.
She is going home.
Going to Fufeng is not only because there are many rare treasures there, which can help her rush to the ninth floor of "Broken Nine Heavens", but more importantly, to go to Qiongkong, she must pass through Fufeng. In other words, she has now officially started her way home. If there is no accident, Dawan, she will not go back.
In the inner hall of her bedroom, she gave Ji Yu a letter, asking him to open it three years later. If she has not returned after three years, it means that her dream has finally come true. The Wuzhou Continent finally bid farewell.
Thinking of this, I was a little excited, but that excitement was only for a short moment, and then I was overwhelmed by sadness—leave, leave forever, she, Meng Fuyao, completely disappeared from this world, which is equivalent to death, but she is not the wind that can pass through nothing. She has left too many memories in this world. She ran towards her mother to get together, but went against the times of this life to escape from her relatives and friends... And those people, they are all vivid in her nineteen years. Existing is also an inseparable nostalgia in this life. As deep as the memory of her mother is, their imprints in her life are also deeply engraved.
And she, following along the way, from the iron-hearted heart at the beginning to the embarrassment and pain at this moment, is she going to live in a dilemma and yearning forever, missing her mother in the previous life in this life, returning to the In the last life, I miss the... relatives in this life
Yes, loved ones, they are also loved ones, accompanying her to help her love the people who gave her the warmest hands and sparks of hope in the darkest moments of her life.
them.
The unforgettable people I met along the way in nineteen years.
Zhan Beiye, Ya Lanzhu, Zong Yue, Yun Hen, Tie Cheng, Yao Xun, Ji Yu, Xiao Qi, Master Yuan Bao, and Master Yuan Bao's master... the eldest grandson Wuji.
Thinking of that name, Meng Fuyao felt pain in his heart. Meng Fuyao bit his lips, suppressed the ups and downs of his emotions at this moment, and sighed leisurely—he has persisted so resolutely for so many years, and never wavered in his belief in going home. However, when she really started to go home, when the parting finally came as planned, it still hurts, it still hurts...
She turned over with a whimper, buried her head in the soil, and pressed her heart heavily to keep herself from hurting.
Master Yuan Bao was overwhelmed before taking a deep breath, struggling to crawl out from under her, staring resentfully at this woman who has been acting strange since entering Fufeng Realm, this woman is becoming more and more unreasonable, if it is not for the request of the master, It is too lazy to rely on her.
Why isn't the master here yet? Master Yuan Bao rested his paws on his head, and flailed aimlessly around - said he had something to deal with, take a step, and he didn't see a shadow for a whole day.
Speaking of it, the master is really pitiful. He originally planned to go back to the country, but now it seems that he can't let it go. Fortunately, the master's father has been striving for success recently, and he didn't expect him to supervise the country. Let him be an idle prince, otherwise... hum.
Master Yuan Bao sighed, feeling that he didn't know how to cherish the treasure in front of him, but pried into the stinkiest and hardest latrine stone in the world, it was the most stupid thing the wise and wise Prince Wuji had ever done in his life.
Meng Fuyao was annoyed when he heard it sigh, turned over and grabbed a cloth ball to plug his ears, slipped his hand and saw it clearly, it was the lotus cloth that Xu Wan found under the bed at the beginning, when he saw the words but because of his mood Anxiously, he didn't look at it, he slipped it into his bag when he came out, and now he happened to have a look.
Unfolding the old cloth, the somewhat dim handwriting written with bald pen and rotten ink came into view.
"My nameless son."
It was Xu Wan's suicide note to her, and Meng Fuyao's hands trembled.
"Recently, my mother always feels restless, as if something ominous is about to happen, after thinking about it, I will leave a letter for you, but I hope you will grow up safely and see you in the end."
Meng Fuyao pursed her lips, gently stroking the last letter, which was somewhat blurred due to the passage of time, and read Xu Wan's many warnings about her future life path.
"... My son, you should be humble and self-restraining, be virtuous and talk about meritorious deeds. If you marry a husband and son-in-law when you grow up, remember to be filial to your mother-in-law, be filial to your family, be merciful and tolerant, abide by women's morals, and teach your husband and son..."
All the virtues of an ancient traditional woman flowed out from the pen of a terrified mother, and she wrote to her young daughter full of hope, hoping that she would meet all the secular ethical requirements, so that she could survive better in this Wuzhou continent where men are superior to women and women are inferior to the weak and the strong. go down.
Meng Fuyao's eyes were reddish, and she thought of the last letter that Xu Wanshen wrote to herself in the dim light and shadow in front of the hut's couch many, many years ago. The worry about the young daughter's fate in this life turned into thick and faint ink marks, and turned into a bloody suicide note that she opened fourteen years later, reading out the mother's affection in this life.
At this time, she had already turned into a bone of bones under the heavy palace wall, sleeping for many years.
sorry.
I didn't grow up like you hoped, but I did what I was supposed to do.
I killed the wicked woman who tortured you and her informer's daughter.
I wiped out Xuanji, the ugly royal family, and uprooted its ancestral temple and country title.
I trampled on the greatest hope of the man who was born but never raised, and who always abandoned you in the misery of life, and tore away the most important inheritance of imperial power in his ugly life, the Feng family clan, before his eyes, and let him see it with his own eyes Seeing that he was clever but was misunderstood by his cleverness, he became a sinner for all ages, and he would have no face to see his ancestors after death.
I gave them the heaviest punishment for them.
I have given you the greatest compensation I can do. Your name has become my country title, and my imperial palace has only your god position. You are the founding queen mother of Dawan, and you are titled Yongci.
Do you... still have any wishes
"... Wuming my son, if one day you meet a man from Qingze County with a scar on his forehead, and he mentions me to you, remember to say it on behalf of your mother, Xu Wan never really blamed him for a single day..."
Twenty-two years ago, an unmarried couple from Qingze County, a small town in the outskirts of Xuanji, fled famine and far away from their hometown, and came to the bustling capital city at the foot of the emperor, but their relatives had already moved away. Both Hongxihe and Hongxihe committed suicide, but were saved by a small official, who pointed out their way of life from then on. Going in to wait on people, they looked for poor women to replace them. The little official asked the unmarried couple to choose whether the man would enter the palace as a eunuch to support the woman, or the woman would enter the palace as a palace maid for her daughter. He would compensate the man a large sum of money, and waited. Eight years later, the woman was released from the palace and became husband and wife again. After a night of painful choices, the two finally chose the woman to be the palace maid. They waited for the reunion eight years later, and the two bid farewell by the Hongxi River with tears in their eyes. Going deep into the palace and stepping into the unavoidable tragedy of her life, he waited obsessively in the capital with the money in his pocket, tried his best to find out about her situation, and waited for the end of those eight long years.
But this farewell is forever.
Many years later, Xu Wan knew that the broken mirror would never be reunited, and that the self who would never return must be the eternal pain in his fiancé's heart. This kind woman hopes to use this method to finally give him a comfort.
But that was too late.
That forgiveness can never be delivered again.
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes, and thought of the man in the prison in Guanyuan County. He was so filthy and dirty that the scar on his forehead could no longer be seen. However, fate still arranged for her to meet him, and arranged for her to take off inadvertently in front of him. The mask, perhaps, is Xu Wan's arrangement. In this way, it gave him a final end to his long wait, and also used the encounter in Guan Yuan's prison to become the real plan for her to face the truth of her life experience that she had been avoiding all along. start.
As for how that person knew that Xu Wan was buried under the Yanling palace wall, how he was exiled from Tongcheng to Guanyuan, and stayed in the prison for many years, it was already a mystery that could not find the answer. Dispersed between heaven and earth, he sent his fiancée to the palace more than twenty years ago to seek his own chance of survival. Twenty years later, she had already died miserably, but when he met her daughter, he gave her life back.
That's God's will, that's all.
Meng Fuyao sighed, and carefully put away the cloth bag, the unmarried couple are reunited in the sky now, right? But I don't want to meet the royal family again in the afterlife.
The sky gradually darkened, a bonfire was lit on the grassland, and a big and bright moon rose slowly from the tip of the grass like a wave. A sea of golden light.
Meng Fuyao got up and wanted to eat, but his eyes suddenly froze.
Ahead, in the round and large moonlight, someone is performing a flying sword dance.
The man's clothes are loose, his movements are natural, his clothes flutter in the long wind, and he is faintly visible in the pale golden moonlight among the long grass, and his gestures are chic and agile; It is just a distant shadow, but between the ups and downs, swiftness and elegance coexist, and the coexistence of strength and grace gives birth to the relaxed demeanor of a man in the forest, and the appearance of a fairy with fine muscles and bones.
The scenery is vast and boundless, the bright moon smokes the blue field, and the light-black shadow of the sword dance is coated with the jade-white moonlight, which is vivid and picturesque.
Such a scene seems familiar...
Meng Fuyao sat dazedly, watching that person tiptoe through the time tunnel, recalling the scene of their first encounter more than two years ago, her eyes suddenly turned red for some reason.
First meeting, first meeting, two years ago, when she suffered from betrayal in the cave behind Xuanyuan, he was dancing his sword freely and freely on the lonely cliff opposite the cave.
At that time, she was amazed at the first sight, but she didn't know that shadow would fill her life ever since.
Now his sword is graceful and graceful, but her mood is complicated and difficult to understand, and it is no longer clear and calm.
The eye circles were so red, and the vision was slightly blurred, but the sword dancer in the middle of the moon suddenly disappeared.
The fire in front of him jumped suddenly, the orange flame became brighter, and some branches fell from above his head, making the fire even more vigorous, Meng Fuyao didn't look up, he pursed his lips and looked at the falling branches without saying a word.
The lavender skirt suddenly dropped before her eyes, embroidered with dark patterns of silver threads, rising and falling endlessly before her eyes, and the shimmering light flickered like a torrential river flowing through a dry river bed.
There is a long swaying sound of branches above the head. It can be imagined that someone is reenacting the script meticulously. He must be lying at the end of the thin and brittle treetops. He is as light as a cloud and as leisurely as a wind. It must also be very accurate, every time one is thrown, it is accurately thrown into the fire, and falls under the branches that were thrown in first. With the increase of branches, an arched pyre is gradually formed, making the fire burn. Get more and more vigorous.
Meng Fuyao insisted on not moving - I know it all, so I just ignore it, I see what kind of fool you are playing.
The person above his head chuckled, and Meng Fuyao counted silently in his heart: one, two, three...
There is no third sound.
Someone modified the bridge section in advance, and his deep and calm voice floated down from the top of the treetops.
"Girl, the night is cold and the dew is heavy, I am very cold."
The lines were memorized so smoothly... Meng Fuyao bit her lip and wanted to laugh, but halfway through the smile, she tried her best to hold back her deafness—pretend, I tell you to pretend, let me see how long you can pretend
The skirt in front of his eyes has been lowered a little, Changsun Wuji seems to have adjusted the height of the branches so that he can land on the side of some uncooperative person smoothly, and he is still in the posture of lying on the top of the tree and resting his chin, his eyes are floating on her. , float ah float.
Meng Fuyao turned around and made a Bodhidharma face meditation, looking at his nose, nose and heart, without saying a word.
"Girl, are you cold?"
Meng Fuyao unbuttoned the top button of her clothes, indicating that she is very hot now—June, it's no wonder it's not hot.
Resolutely don't give him a chance to say the following sentence "Then take it off".
But there is a bright red fruit rolling out, with a warm color and a cool aroma, "Kirin Red".
Meng Fuyao stared at the fiery red fruit, folded his hands on his chest and turned his nostrils to the sky—Your Majesty, I am no longer the Amen of Wuxia, and I will never be so shallow-sighted that I want to pick any rotten fruit. Go away, go away! go away...
"call-"
With a flash of white light, as fast as thunder, a small group of wind swirled towards him, leaped in mid-air, kicked fiercely on Meng Fuyao's nose in a splitting gesture that pulled the wind.
Meng Fuyao opened her eyes with a "Ouch", and saw Master Yuan Bao kicking her face with one paw and splitting the horse with one paw, making a flying and squinting posture, except that there was no unicorn fruit in the paw, the kicking posture was exactly the same.
"Dead rat!"
Meng Fuyao was furious, jumped up and went to catch Master Yuan Bao who had fled: "You don't go to Fang Jiewa for three days! Why are you joining in the fun with that boring..."
She crashed into someone's long-awaited chest.
Obviously, Changsun Wuji was still on the branch diagonally opposite her just now, somehow he suddenly manipulated the branch to directly opposite her, scooped her upright with his hand, pressed her into his arms, and then suddenly let go of the branch in his hand.
With a sound of "shua", the flexible branches that had been pressed down immediately bounced the two of them back to the treetops.
Meng Fuyao only felt the rustling of the leaves above his head, a few soft leaves brushed against his face, his eyes suddenly brightened, and a broader moonlight flooded into his eyes.
And under the moonlight, a sparkling river meanders, like the curvy lines drawn by a painter, meandering endlessly in the dark blue of the same color, cutting the grassland into two pieces, one nearer and shallower. Green, farther away, is plated with golden light from the moonlight, and it is a dark green with richer layers.
The moonlight is full, shining brightly through the ages, just like the wind on the prairie, it never gets tired of singing softly.
Meng Fuyao was fascinated by such a grand scenery, he did not expect to see the scenery under the tree and the scenery on the top of the tree are really two different feelings, he was stunned for a while before realizing that he was robbed again, and said bitterly: "Changsun Wuji, You just do some boring things like burning, killing and looting."
"Who can relieve my lovesickness? Who can relieve my worries?" Changsun Wuji hugged her without giving in, "I have been waiting for a long time for you to finish your work, and it has been a long time for you to figure it out. Until today, I can't bear it."
Meng Fuyao couldn't help laughing, and said: "I used to think that Zhan Beiye was overbearing and justifiable, but now I realize that the one who is really overbearing is you."
"We don't want to waste time mentioning outsiders on such a pleasant night." Changsun Wuji said indifferently, "After a long time, it's hard to get such a precious moment with you in my arms, and I don't want to use it to discuss it with you." Who is more justified in this question."
"Besides," he glanced at Meng Fuyao, his eyes gleaming deep under the moonlight, "you are not active in the first place, I feel ashamed and remorseful, I shrink to the side and hurt myself, you are probably happy to save yourself from now on. It's easy to worry about, and I won't turn around to comfort me because I feel ashamed and regretful, so the distance is getting farther and farther away, until you are far away in the sky as you wish... I have seen you through, if the mountain does not come, it will be me, if I come, it will be the mountain."
"You talk a lot today." Meng Fuyao said leisurely, "Actually, it's better to have a little distance between people. Really, Changsun Wuji, you should know what's on my mind even today. I never said anything about the past. I will always remember that ignoring you is just for your own good."
"What is better for me, only I know." Changsun Wuji smiled and said, "Fuyao, there is no need to argue about this issue anymore, you have your stubbornness, and I have mine."
Meng Fuyao remained silent, and changed the subject for a while, "The scenery here is very good, high and wide, and refreshing."
"Sleep here tonight, okay?" Changsun Wuji embraced her, "I promise not to let you fall."
Meng Fuyao ignored him, and continued: "I read a poem before and recited it to you - you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs, the bright moon adorns your windows, and you adorn others. dream."
The eldest grandson Wuji listened quietly, and said, "It's beautiful, but it's not the parallel style of Wuzhou Continent."
Meng Fuyao still ignored his interruption: "Today we are watching the scenery of the world from this tree, so who is watching us?"
She said: "We have traveled all the way, rushing left and right in the Wuzhou Continent. There are some things that we want to avoid but can't. No matter what kind of detour we take, we will inevitably bump back into that wall. What about manipulation?"
Changsun Wuji was silent.
"That's God's will." Meng Fuyao said, "God's will is looking at us, looking at me, God's will has arranged for me to come to the present step by step. If we first met in Taiyuan, I still have no idea about the future. Until now, I have completely determined my direction, and I believe that God has arranged for me to come to this point in order to finally fulfill my dream."
"I'm a passer-by," Meng Fuyao turned back, looking at Changsun Wuji, whose eyes were hazy under the starlight in the grassland, "I'm a passer-by, no matter what kind of traces I leave behind, they are all transparent. The things that belonged to me are now torn to pieces.”
"What you should worry about most is not your life experience." Changsun Wuji said after a long time, "It's the person who will accompany you forever."
"Forever..." Meng Fuyao sighed, and slowly looked into the depths of Geng Geng Xinghe, and stopped talking.
what is forever Her life is always a breaking point, and the perfect life will break this life, there is no best of both worlds.
"Fuyao..." Changsun Wuji's lips moved up to her cheek, and the hot breath of the strange fragrance brushed her cheek, "Look at me... look at me... your eyes are always too far away... why can't you look at me?" Look at the people beside you..."
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes.
Can't look, dare not look, don't want to look, every time you look at it, you have more thoughts, every time you have more thoughts, you stagger, his gaze is a long line, she doesn't want to be tied to her ankles like that.
The wind in early summer was warm and humid, but those lips were softer than the wind. They slowly kissed her from the ear and moved slowly to her neck. Itching, Meng Fuyao tilted his head, raised his palm to lightly block him.
The eldest grandson Wuji didn't move, he didn't retreat or continue, he just stopped in her palm and kissed her lightly.
When the deep voice came from the palm package, it sounded a little distorted.
"Fuyao... Do you know why I want to repeat the scene I met for the first time?" His breath hit the palm of his hand, but it burned his heart, "I want you to know that no matter how vicissitudes arise in life, some memories and persistence will never be forgotten. Change, ten years... twenty years... a lifetime... always the first day."
Meng Fuyao remained silent, staring straight ahead, her eyes were shining brighter and brighter, revealing a rolling moonlight.
"I made such a mistake... I promised to take you away, but I was delayed because I was afraid that you would be discovered by my master. When I rushed back, it was too late," Changsun Wuji whispered in her ear, "From then on From the day I swore to myself, I will never face "too late" again, I will strive for all the things I think I should strive for, and I will not let regrets occupy the rest of my life. The regrets of the previous ten years are already too much. Too long."
Meng Fuyao was silent, thinking about saving all the 'too late' in life, how easy is it
"Fuyao, promise me." Changsun Wuji wrapped her hands in his hands, stroked them lightly, and said suddenly, "Don't go to Qiongtian alone, absolutely not."
Meng Fuyao immediately turned her head and looked at him.
"If possible, I really hope you don't go... never go." Changsun Wuji looked to the far north and sighed softly, "If you must go, remember not to leave me alone."
"I've heard that the great supernatural beings of the Evergreen Temple open the temple every ten years to fulfill the requests of people who come from afar to enter the temple. I also heard that in the last ten years, the temple received a woman and promised I made her a request, do you know who she is?"
Changsun Wuji shook his head, "That's a secret known only to the palace masters of the past."
Meng Fuyao looked at him with bright eyes, hesitated to speak, how could she be with him when she went to the sky? Although he has been helping her all the time, who can guarantee that he will not stop her at the last moment because he is nostalgic for her
However, Changsun Wuji's eyes are sharp, he has always looked calm, everything is in his mind, she has never seen him with such an expression that is almost anxious and worried, he is holding her palm warm, but his fingertips are gradually tingling due to the long wait. Slightly cool.
Trust him, trust him...
After a long while, she finally nodded cautiously: "Okay."
good.
Give the greatest trust in this life to you.
Changsun Wuji's expression relaxed, his eyes lit up in an instant, and the sea was full of moonlight. He smiled, hugged Meng Fuyao, and lay down comfortably on the branch.
Two people lie side by side on the top of the tree to watch the moon. The tree is not big, but for the two whose martial arts are already top in the world, they can fall asleep even on the surface of the water. Lying on the rustling leaves, the wet wind in early summer In the night, I sniffed the unique aroma of the people around me carefully, watched the moonlight floating and shuttling among the clouds, at this moment, the blue sky and night were cool, reflecting the sky like water.
At this moment, the sky is long, the moon is full, the dream of fairy mountains is short, and the road ahead is long. Who comes from the depths of dreams, flying white mist, and driving green luan
After a long time, whispers and whispers came from the top of the tree.
"It's so beautiful... I don't know how long I can watch it."
"I know."
"Um?"
"lifetime."
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Meng Fuyao was awakened by a strange howling sound in the middle of the night.
The voice came from a very far away place, it was not very loud at first, but it was extremely penetrating. Almost immediately when it sounded, it spread across the vast grassland to the ears of the two sleeping on top of the tree. Meng Fuyao suddenly sat down. When he got up, he saw a black wind blowing from nowhere, or straight smoke and dust, accompanied by the rattling vibration of the horseshoes galloping fast, and rushed towards the seemingly large nomadic tribe downstream of the river.
Competing for pastures has been the practice of nomads for thousands of years. A pasture with rich water and grass is the source of survival for the people of the whole family. Meng Fuyao sat on the top of the tree, listening to the sound of fighting, shouting and crying in the wind in the distance. He frowned and said, "Don't care? These are the people of Yalanzhu."
"Yalanzhu doesn't care about this." Changsun Wuji said indifferently, "The nomads' competition for pastures is a means of survival. The one who survives the fittest is the king. No one can stop it. You see this tribe being attacked today, but it is also possible that this The tribe has just returned from attacking others, so rashly intervening has violated the taboo of grassland shepherds."
Meng Fuyao frowned and said "Mmm", sat on the tree and looked at it for a while, then suddenly said "Huh".
At the same time, Changsun Wuji was also startled.
Judging from the battle situation, the strength of the tribe that came to attack is very strange. There are not many of them, and their strength does not seem to be stronger than that of the local shepherds. A black hungry wolf pierced through each tent, bringing out countless screams and bloody flowers, and farther away, on a short hill, there seemed to be a long and thin figure sitting on the moon. He was playing the flute, and with the sound of his flute, there were really countless hungry wolves running towards that tribe from all directions on the grassland.
This is really a one-sided war. The tribe in the lower reaches of the river has no power to fight back and has been reduced to a situation of being slaughtered. Clothed people, the seemingly simple battle for grassland seems to have changed slightly, mixed with the taste of conspiracy.
Hearing the faint screams in the wind, Meng Fuyao finally couldn't stand it any longer, stood up abruptly and said: "This is not an ordinary battle, this is to exterminate the clan. I don't care if they usually come and go. Now that I have met , I don’t want to hear the cries of those children.”
She floated down from the tree, and the guards had already got up to prepare for the battle. Changsun Wuji said: "The encounter in the grassland depends on the impact and explosive power of the cavalry. Since you want to make a move, you should catch him by surprise."
Meng Fuyao jumped on his horse, whistled and was about to give the order to go, but the people on the opposite side had already spotted their group, probably excited to kill them, and with a cheer, he brandished a shiny scimitar and charged towards this side.
Meng Fuyao sneered and said, "I'm courting death."
With a wave of her arm, she was about to order the cavalry to charge, when she suddenly saw something light up in a tent in the middle of the tribe opposite.
The light was very strange, it looked like a light, but it was impossible for the light to travel that far. First, it trembled slightly like a candle in the wind, and then suddenly brightened. The light spread like a phoenix's feather, and it filled the whole place in an instant. The tent, and then a faint bang was heard, and the tent suddenly split open.
Under the crack, a white light shot up into the sky.
Meng Fuyao was startled, and lost her voice: "Jian Guang!"
Not only Jian Guang, but also the extremely exquisite and familiar Jian Guang!
The sword light burst out of the tent in an instant, and for a moment the white light was as fierce as the red sun, and the billowing beam of light shot up into the sky as if it was about to touch the moonlight, and it shone so shockingly that a three-layer halo of light was dizzy on the top of the tent , and then spread out soundlessly, the sword light flying vertically and horizontally, like sea waves chasing waves and flying clouds, rolling over the tents on all sides, rolling under the sword those herdsmen who were still showing off their might and killing women and children just now, rolling up blood everywhere Splash and scream!
Amazing sword.
Jianguang Haibo retracted as if he was just concentrating, and the man turned and landed gently in mid-air. His thin figure seemed a little thin, and he staggered when he landed.
Even so, the sword still alarmed those enemies with strange origins. The slender man playing the flute on the mountain seemed to be very surprised, and suddenly fell down from the mountain like a dead leaf.
His steps are normal, but his gait is strange. If you look carefully, your knees are not moving, just floating on the ground.
The man in black stood leaning on his sword, looked up coldly at the enemies surrounding him, the pack of wolves that kept digging their paws, and the slender man floating indifferently, his back was straight like a thin and sharp sword .
Meng Fuyao stared at the back, still felt familiar from a distance away.
On the opposite side, the herdsmen who tried to rob them had already rushed over, the grass clippings splashed with the sound of horseshoes, and the drums of war drummed on the earth.
With a wave of Meng Fuyao's hand, Dahan's iron cavalry made a loud bang, and the formation of sharp knives charged out brazenly, and the ones who arrived first came after and slammed into them fiercely!
Hit! blood spatter!
In the distance, under the moonlight, the surrounded man turned his head slightly.
Meng Fuyao flew up suddenly, his figure stretched out like a black flag flying around, flashing bright blood beads in an instant, passing through the intertwined fighting people, and heading straight for the surrounded man!
It's you!