Under the city gate, in the blood-stained yellow sand, a black figure stood alone, with a dazzling sword glow, lying between the snowy necks.
The two armies were silent, waiting indifferently for the death of a woman who was forced into a corner.
Meng Fuyao slowly closed her eyes.
The farewell has already been said goodbye, and I can't say goodbye, I can only keep it in my heart.
I never thought that my life in another world would end when I was eighteen years old, before my wish was fulfilled. However, when the event came to an end, Meng Fuyao's mood suddenly became peaceful, like a pool of still water, flowing into the source of death.
So be it.
With one hand, the sword light swept across.
"Crack!"
"Meng Fuyao! How dare you die!"
A red object whizzed towards Meng Fuyao's knife with a foul-smelling wind.
That thing seemed to be very soft, and although it came fiercely, it didn't have enough momentum. However, Meng Fuyao, who was already weakened to the extreme, couldn't stand any external force at all. The point of the knife was knocked away, but the sharp sharpness still cut a line of blood on his neck. The line, the blood slowly oozed out.
Meng Fuyao lowered her eyes and looked weakly at the tip of the knife. There was actually a limp and crooked ear covered in blood and flesh. Someone threw this thing over just now and saved her life.
"Damn it...you're bloody...you can't play something new..." Meng Fuyao murmured, leaning on her body, and cursed, "Which bastard stopped me from sacrificing my life?"
"You're an asshole!"
A black and red gust of wind swept over, and with a stretch of his hand, he snatched the knife from Meng Fuyao's hand, scooped her up on the horse, and put her heavily on the saddle.
"Woman, if I don't look at you for a moment, something will happen to you!"
Meng Fuyao lay on the horse coughing, not in the mood to pay attention to Zhan Beiye's raised eyebrows, and muttered, "You came alone?... Run for your life, don't die for me anymore..."
"Why don't you see clearly who the person in front of you is?" Zhan Beiye was dissatisfied, "Am I comparable to those third-rate guards?" He tore off a piece of his sleeve, wrapped Meng Fuyao around his neck indiscriminately, and looked at her again Covered in wounds, he frowned and dropped his hands, feeling that even if his clothes were torn off, they wouldn't be enough to cover them up, so he couldn't help feeling angry again.
Huo Ran turned his head, his black eyes were like night, but his temperament was like a raging fire. The king of Tiansha Lie ordered sharply, "Heifengqi, kill me all, if you can smash it, don't smash it, and if you can smash it, don't just poke a hole!"
"Heifengqi?" Meng Fuyao couldn't help laughing when he heard this sentence in a daze, "You can't bluff like this if you want to coax people, this seems to be your hundred-trained soldier, right? But this is in Wuji, not you God..."
Before he could finish speaking, he heard the uniform sound of horseshoes, swift, sharp, powerful, and rigid, as if he could hear the murderous aura and mighty military might from the sound of the hooves.
Meng Fuyao raised his head, thinking that he was fainted from exhaustion, but he saw a black wave suddenly appearing miraculously on a high slope on the west side of the city. When the first one swung his long sword, the black clothes and black armor shone brightly amidst the smoke and dust in the sky. The strong riders immediately rumbled down like a black tide, and immediately rushed into the enemy's formation without turning back. These people put the horses on the reins and galloped back and forth, shooting arrows like rain, and killing people like cutting vegetables. The special temperament of acting as if there is no one else in the world makes it very easy to fight Kitano at first glance.
But... how is this possible
Heifengqi, the first-class strong soldier under the command of King Lie of Tiansha Kingdom, is famous in the seven kingdoms. Although there are only a few thousand knights, each of them is the overlord of the battlefield. How could such an army cross the border of the Wuji Kingdom? How could it be possible to appear here suddenly
Zhan Beiye laughed coldly behind her, and the chest close to her back vibrated slightly, "I've been here a long time ago, and I turned back halfway to wait for my brothers. When I crossed the border of Wuji, I just used the barge."
Meng Fuyao was speechless, this person... will die one day without knowing how.
However, Zhan Beiye then said to himself, "It's strange to say that the frontier soldiers on the Wuji border chased me for a while and then stopped chasing me. I chased them seven times and eight times, and somehow I was chased to a damn After finally walking out of the mountain, it is actually very close to you."
He squinted his eyes at the fiercely fought battlefield ahead, and murmured, "Damn it, I let this guy use it again, but there is no way not to be used... I must find this place."
Meng Fuyao turned his head in doubt, "Hmm?" Zhan Beiye looked at her bloody face, even eyelashes were covered with blood, covered with scars, so many wounds that he didn't dare to touch them, she was weak and embarrassed like The little beast, who had suffered serious head injuries, suddenly fell silent.
Looking at it like this, she didn't know how long she had been in the bloody battle. With her temperament, if she hadn't been desperate, how could she commit suicide? Who can force her to this point
And that man, what did he do? Well... He has two fronts to fight, but he shouldn't let her fall into this miserable situation in his sphere of influence no matter what!
And himself... He wished he could raise his hand and beat himself up, if it wasn't for him, a road idiot and martial idiot, who made a mistake in the deep mountains, and happened to bump into the weirdest "Kigakure" among the top ten, and did a The frame made her angry, and he set up obstacles on a mountain, which made him spend a lot of trouble to arrive here today. He should have arrived here half a month earlier, so this situation would never have happened, God knows he When I saw Meng Fuyao slaying himself with a sword just now, my mind suddenly went blank. Originally, the sword was supposed to cut off the head of the soldier blocking the way, but in the end only the ear was cut off. It was shot.
With this throw, he was covered in cold sweat again. He was too flustered to pour his true strength into the shot. With Meng Fuyao's skills, that ear probably couldn't defeat her saber. Fortunately, Meng Fuyao was at the end of his strength, and one ear finally smashed open. her knife.
Just a little bit... just a little bit away from her dying in front of him.
Zhan Beiye was so remorseful that he wanted to tear his hair to cover those bleeding wounds. Looking at those hideous wounds, he felt really blocked. After thinking about it, he took off his cloak and carefully wrapped it around Meng Fuyao. , said, "Hold on, wait for me to go down."
Meng Fuyao shrank her head into his cloak and ignored him, she is not in the mood to pay attention to anyone now.
Zhan Beiye looked at her tired and blue face, and his anger came up again. He turned his head sharply, and stared closely at Lao Ha, who was the main general in the opponent's army.
Lao Ha was being surrounded by soldiers, carefully protecting and retreating, it was impossible to force Meng Fuyao to death, but the sudden appearance of this group of black-armored knights was so terrifying that it was a nightmare. Yesterday Meng Fuyao and the ten The five guards have killed thousands of them like demons. These knights are not inferior in their murderous methods, and they are better at fighting than them. They gallop like lightning, and their swords are like the wind. There can be more than one bloody head floating out. They continue to charge and pierce in a deep formation in the gradually scattered formation of the soldiers. They seem to be chaotic, but they are pressing at every step. The five thousand soldiers and horses he brought out to chase, It was like a piece of wood, being gradually thinned cruelly and without stopping.
To make matters worse, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, his back was numb as if bugs had crawled over him, and all the hairs on his body stood up.
He looked back in panic among the crowd guarding him back, and saw a man in a black coat with a red border sitting in the distance, hundreds of steps away, sitting on a horse, and slowly pulling away a red gold handle towards his back. Long Bow.
That man's murderous aura penetrated his body from such a distance, with just one look, it was as real as it was, as if he wanted to cut a hole in his vest and stab him fiercely.
Lao Ha was taken aback, and then he relaxed his mind. What are you kidding, he has already rushed several hundred meters, such a long distance, who has the physical strength and eyesight to reach it
Of course, His Royal Highness Lie Wang, who is known as the best in the world in archery, may be able to do it, but he is the prince of Tiansha, how could he appear here...
His thoughts suddenly paused.
Tiansha... Black Armored Cavalry... The first cavalry who is as immovable as a mountain and invades a forest... The fiery red cactus flower logo on the belly of those knights... Black Wind Cavalry!
The Black Wind Rider of the Fiend King!
Lao Ha suddenly gave a strange cry, raised his arms and beat the horse desperately, and shouted hoarsely, "Quick! Quick! Back! Back!"
His reaction was not unpleasant, but it was too late.
"call out!"
A heavy red arrow suddenly exploded from the redder bow like a ball of fire, like a smoky rocket, it traveled a long distance in an instant, through the yellow sand raised by horseshoes and the dust scattered all over the sky. The blood pierced into the back of the body that was desperately fleeing.
The fiery arrow pierced through the muscles and bones in an instant, and pierced out from the front heart, bringing out fiery blood. The blood swayed like mandala flowers, slender branches and leaves, and splashed an amazing picture in midair.
Lao Ha was still in the posture of desperately running away, with one hand raised in mid-air, desperately urging the horse, and that high upright hand was suddenly frozen by the impossible arrow, and it was so ridiculously frozen in the eternity of death .
He crackled in his throat, and made a strange sound that seemed to be crying and sighing softly. He seemed to be lamenting that his fate was bad, but he met Zhan Beiye, and he seemed to be crying why he had to chase him out, why he didn't seize the opportunity to kill him Meng Fuyao finally lost his life.
Just like that, he fell down with his hands raised, among thousands of troops, just like those men in black who protected Meng Fuyao with their lives, he was trampled into a pulp in an instant.
Meng Fuyao lay on the horse, watching with tears in his eyes, four words kept lingering in his heart: retribution is not good, retribution is not good...
Even if Zhan Beiye didn't make a move, as long as she survived, some debts would be paid back!
As soon as Lao Ha died, the soldiers had no leader, and they were in a mess. They were not opponents at first, but now they became a killing field for Heifengqi to plunder their lives. The soldiers drove together, and then killed without any hesitation.
The screams, the sound of running, the sound of broken bones, the hissing of horses, the sound of knives and guns crashing into Yaocheng, the soldiers on the city wall were stunned. They believed that Meng Fuyao had shamelessly sold the city and seduced the soldiers They came here to destroy the city and kill people, but now watching this bloody and lively battle, it is clear that it is not the same thing, so they can't help being stunned.
Meng Fuyao huddled in Zhan Beiye's cloak, and never looked back at their expressions from the beginning to the end. Amidst those chaotic shouts of killing, she only felt extremely tired, so tired that she didn't want to think about anything.
However, there was a slight "click" sound behind him.
That voice came to her ears so clearly in the rumbling battlefield, she suddenly looked back, and saw that the gate of Yaocheng, which she almost spattered blood on, opened.
The heavy iron-inlaid giant door opened slowly, drawing a bright white arc, in the middle of the arc, stood Tie Cheng crooked with blood and sweat on his face, with a shy expression on his face, holding a simple key in his hand, Yao Xun with a small burden.
With just one glance, Meng Fuyao understood.
Was Yao Xun planning to betray her again? I don't know why but stayed here, and made a simple key to open the city gate. Except for the world's number one thief Yao Xun, who else in Yao City can do it
She glanced at it lightly, then turned her head away.
The direction where Tiecheng ran desperately before, the door that Tiecheng begged and failed to open, the guards around her who died one by one, and she was forced to kill herself in such a tragic situation, but now it is in It is a rather ironic joke to open this moment when the dust has settled and everything is over.
She doesn't want to face this joke now.
Ahead, a partial battle was coming to an end, Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand from the cloak, grabbed the rein, and shook it fiercely.
The horse galloped forward, and the dust it raised was sprinkled on the gate of Yaocheng.
"where are you going?"
"I don't know, anyway, I don't want to see Yao Cheng now."
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"How long do you plan to live in this mountain?" Zhan Beiye lay on the grass with his hands on the pillow looking at the stars, "My Black Wind Cavalry still needs to go to the city for supplies."
"You just let them enter the city." Meng Fuyao closed her eyes, and the starlight poured down from the sky, illuminating her pale face and black eyebrows, "Yaocheng is out of food and grass, you can go to the army camp to nourish yourself , it must be very chaotic at this time."
"You're right," Zhan Beiye smiled with teeth whiter than the moonlight, "I've already sent them."
He sat up, hugged his knees, and said regretfully, "Hey, if I'm happy, I can also snatch Pingcheng and Huangxian, which were captured by the soldiers, and Wuji Kingdom will have a piece of land for me?"
After thinking about it, he said, "Forget it, that guy Zhaoxu didn't give me land so easily, but it's a pity that now is not the time for me to take advantage of his danger and beat him up."
Meng Fuyao suddenly opened his eyes, "Zhaoxu?"
Zhan Beiye looked at her strangely, and said, "Why?"
"You are a big man, what are you doing so affectionately?" Meng Fuyao looked at him strangely, "It can't be a broken back, right?"
"What is Broken Back?" Zhan Beiye frowned, "Why is it abnormal after you committed suicide once? You can't understand what you say, my name is Changsun Wuji, what's wrong? Don't tell me you don't know Zhao What is it?"
Meng Fuyao was stunned for a long time before saying, "Huh?"
"Ah what?" Zhan Beiye was angry and funny, he reached out to check if she had a fever, but Meng Fuyao opened it.
She was a little confused, sat up, hugged her knees and bit her lips without saying a word.
It turned out that Zhaoxu was his title.
Doubting his identity was a long time ago. When she asked Yun Hen at the beginning, Yun Hen's answer reassured her for a while. After all, it is too courageous for a prince of a country to go to another country to cause trouble. But when she came to the Wuji Kingdom, the encounters in the palace began to make her suspicious.
She doesn't think that just a staff member of the prince can use the things in the palace so casually. After all, she has a background in archaeology and history. How can the strict hierarchy of ancient society be overridden at will
The real confirmation is the knife incident.
In the civil war between Nan Rong and Bei Rong, the ten-year-old eldest grandson Wuji drove thousands of miles deep into the grassland. After talking together, the Nan Rong and Bei Rong, who were fighting fiercely, kowtowed and became brothers. This story Yao Xun told her , she can remember clearly.
And Xiaodao wanted to kill Yuan Zhaoxu who "talked about uniting the South and North Rong, and caused his father to be exiled". At this time, if he didn't know who he was, Meng Fuyao would no longer be Meng Fuyao, but Meng Zhutou.
It's not that he's not depressed. He feels that Yuan Zhaoxu is not honest enough. Fortunately, Meng Fuyao is not a sharp-edged person. He bit the quilt and thought about it for a long time. When he remembered the first meeting, it was really inconvenient for Changsun Wuji to reveal his true identity. Hiding many things from him
Why bother about so much, a person who is planning to leave all the time is really not qualified to ask so much from others.
After the ball, before he left, he finally confessed his identity clearly. Meng Fuyao felt that it was enough.
Now that Yuan Zhaoxu's identity was officially confirmed by Zhan Beiye, although Meng Fuyao knew it in his heart, he couldn't help being stunned for a while, and suddenly remembered something, and asked, "What is the surname of the eldest grandson Wuji's mother?"
"Empress Yuan." Zhan Beiye replied without hesitation, "A very powerful woman, the eldest grandson Wuji looks like her, and her stomach is full of twists and turns."
Following her mother's surname and honorary title, Meng Fuyao lowered his head and thought for a while, and couldn't help but smile in relief, hey, Changsun Wuji never concealed her from her, such an obvious alias is like telling her who she is, it's her little Bai, devoted himself to martial arts, and knew little about Wuzhou Continent, that's why he didn't think about his identity for a long time.
Seeing her dazed expression, Zhan Beiye's face was a bit ugly, he changed the subject, reached out to lift the cloak off Meng Fuyao's body, "Why are you wearing this tightly, take it off, I'll heal your wounds."
Meng Fuyao backed away, got up wrapped in his cloak, stretched out his hand to push Zhan Beiye, "Come on, I'm going to take a shower. Go away, don't peek."
"Why are you taking a bath!" Zhan Beiye jumped up, "You are covered in injuries in this cold winter, take a bath! Take a bath!"
He raised his eyebrows and glared, and was so angry that he couldn't speak coherently. Meng Fuyao ignored him at all, dragged his long cloak that reached the ground, walked to a small stream, and jumped with a "plop" without saying a word.
"Hey, you are not afraid of being drowned wearing a cloak!" Zhan Beiye rushed over, Meng Fuyao flicked his hand, and the cloak flew out with water droplets, hitting Zhan Beiye. When he put the cloak away, Meng Fuyao had already taken off his clothes and dived down.
She is very good at water, about the same grade as a fish, and can hold her breath for a long time in the water.
The moonlight quietly rose up, illuminating the pool of water in the valley into thousands of spots, the underwater world was still quiet, some aquatic plants fluttered silently, and small silver fishes swam past the soles of their feet, tickling.
This is a peaceful and undisturbed world, which is what Meng Fuyao wants now.
She was floating in the water, her long hair spread out, floating like strands of water plants, the wounds on her body were washed away by the water, some clotted blood was washed away, and the faint blood color spread, slightly dyeing the water around her body red.
Those tiny pains that had long been numb were awakened by such a cold and huge stimulation, Meng Fuyao's whole body convulsed and shrank into a ball.
This is a posture of self-protection, like a fetus in a mother's womb, using the primitive posture to protect its vitals and heart, Meng Fuyao curled up deeply, pressing his hand on the position of his heart.
There, he suffered the most damage today, and the huge pain exceeded the sum of all the pains in his body today.
But she is not going to remember it—starting the road with painful memories, every step after that will bring fresh bloodstains of memories, like walking on the tip of a knife, every step hurts, every step shrinks, and finally walks crookedly from the original straight the way.
Meng Fuyao covered her heart, raised her head, in the transparent water, in a crying posture where no tears could be seen.
Cry, she allowed herself to cry weakly once, turning all the grievances and sufferings of those long streets being humiliated, city gates being rejected, and being forced to commit suicide into tears, and fused together with the thousands of drops of water here forever.
Tonight, only this pool of water in the Haoyang Valley will remember her tears this time, and she will also remember the pain caused by the water waves at this moment, and those who caused her such pain behind the scenes.
The water in the pool is clear, and the moonlight shoots in very penetratingly, illuminating the girl with flying long hair in the blue color, her goddess-like exquisite body, pale face and closed eyes, and her slightly fluttering long eyelashes. .
Those tears that I didn't want others to see flowed in the middle of the clear water.
The moonlight is silent, and the tears fall silently.
But a man's voice came through clearly.
"Meng Fuyao, are you still alive?" It's been a long time since Meng Fuyao came out, and Zhan Beiye began to lie on the water impatiently, shouting to the bottom, "Are you suffocated to death? If you are suffocated, answer me!"
Meng Fuyao almost choked on water, what kind of talk is this!
She turned around and swam away, not wanting to pay attention to this domineering guy, Zhan Beiye was already anxious when she couldn't answer, and shouted, "If you don't answer me, I'm coming down!"
With a "plop", His Royal Highness Lie Wang also jumped into the cold winter water.
He had just jumped into the pool, and the moment he entered the water, he vaguely saw a snow-white body flashing like a fish gliding across the light blue water waves, and disappeared from his sight in an instant. sound.
Zhan Beiye quickly floated up again, and saw at a glance that under the moonlight, the snow-white and exquisite female body flashed, and behind the dense shade of trees, a row of delicate footprints were left on the bluestone by the pond.
Zhan Beiye soaked in the water, staring at the row of footprints in a daze, thinking of the moment when he emerged from the water just now, he vaguely saw a slender and beautiful body with icy skin and skin, delicate curves, and saw the crystal clear water drops from becoming more crystal clear. The back of his back slipped quietly, all the way down, sliding towards those upturned, slender parts... He stood there in a daze, his body soaked in the water was cold but his palm was scorching hot, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, and held it forward vaguely, as if to He wanted to hold a body that was floating away like an elf, but in the end he held the flowing water in his hand, and slowly drained from his fingers.
Letting go, Zhan Beiye climbed up silently, his eyes swept over the footprints again, the faint pink blood stain beside the footprints caught his attention, he knew it was the blood flowing from Meng Fuyao's body, those hideous wounds , written full of life like a flower... He stood on the bluestone, his heart suddenly felt as if a stone had been hit, and the pain burst into pieces.
Is this my fault... I came late... Changsun Wuji made an exception and acquiesced in allowing him to bring the Black Wind Rider into his country, perhaps because he hoped that someone could help Meng Fuyao when he was at his own wit's end. The damn duel was delayed and nearly killed her...
"Clang!"
Zhan Beiye suddenly pulled out his long sword and slashed viciously at the bluestone. The sound of cracking spread far and wide in the silent valley.
"I, Tiansha, fights against Beiye! If there is no provocation in this life, I will never find someone to use force again! If you break this oath, there will be such a rock!"
His roar was so loud that the night birds fluttered up in fright, scattering the peaceful moonlight of the day. Meng Fuyao, who was changing clothes behind the tree, was also taken aback. Swearing to do something, sticking your head out from behind the tree and cursing:
"Yaoshou, what kind of mourning is the number in the middle of the night!"
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Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye spent three days in this valley.
The one who died was actually Meng Fuyao, she was determined to stay in the cave and refused to leave, no matter how Zhan Beiye tried to persuade her that the mountain was damp and lacked medical care, her injuries were worse than recuperation, and that the people of Yaocheng had been looking for her all the time, Even Master Yuan Bao was brought by Yao Xun to squeak several times, but Meng Fuyao ignored him and slept soundly under a big cloak. Poor Zhan Beiye exhausted his lips and tongue, and had to keep vigil for her every day in fear.
On the first night, Miss Meng had a dream of fighting with people in the middle of the night. She jumped up and kicked her cloak away, punched and kicked her, then fell down straight and continued to sleep. Seeing the burning smell, he rushed in to save Meng Fuyao from becoming a roast suckling pig. Unfortunately, he didn't wake up until he carried Meng Fuyao, who had fallen into a nightmare of fighting, to a safe place. Blue eyes, saw his black smoke ring early the next morning, and asked him innocently and curiously, "My lord, did you touch yourself all night last night? Look at your ugly face"...
On the second night, Meng Fuyao rolled himself directly into the fire. Fortunately, Zhan Beiye was prepared and slept directly between her and the fire. Wen Xiang hugged her nephrite jade into his arms, but Meng Fuyao turned over and threw her stinky boots, which hadn't been washed for several days and had blood stains, into his arms...
On the third night, Meng Fuyao started to have a fever and cough. Zhan Beiye didn't sleep all night and ordered someone to grab medicine all night, and stayed by her side to cool down, wipe off sweat, feed water and medicine. He was so busy that Meng Fuyao woke up in the morning and saw his eyes were bloodshot. She said sympathetically, "My lord, it's time for you to marry a wife. See if you are not satisfied with your desires. Would you like me to introduce you to one..."
In the end, Lord Zhan couldn't bear it anymore, he stuffed Meng Fuyao's mouth with fruit, touched her acupoints, and said angrily, "If you don't go back to this good city, you insist on having me and Qianqierlang accompany you to eat and sleep here, you are so stubborn!" Turn into a dead woman!"
Meng Fuyao scolded back with his eyes, "I didn't ask you to accompany me!"
Zhan Beiye stared at her flushed face, without saying a word, he lifted her on his shoulder with a jerk of his hand.
"The accounts that should be settled must be settled, and the debts that should be collected must be collected!"
He carried Meng Fuyao down the mountain in big strides.
"Let's go back to the city!"