Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 27: Rise from the dead

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Under the city gate, in the blood-stained yellow sand, the black figure stood alone, with a dazzling sword light, lying between the snow necks.

The two armies were silent, waiting indifferently for the death of a woman forced to die.

Meng Fuyao slowly closed his eyes.

Those who should say goodbye have already said goodbye, and those who cannot say goodbye can only keep in mind.

I never thought that my life in another world would end when I was eighteen years old and my wish was not fulfilled. However, when the matter came, Meng Fuyao's mood suddenly became quiet, like a calm water, sinking into the source of death.

That's it.

One-handed flick, sword light swept across.

"Ha!"

"Meng Fuyao! Do you dare to die!"

A red object suddenly roared with a smelly wind and slammed into the tip of Meng Fuyao's knife.

The thing seemed to be very soft. Although it came fiercely, it lacked momentum. However, the already weakened Meng Fuyao couldn't stand any external force at all. The tip of the knife was knocked away with a snap, but the sharp and sharp aura still struck the neck. A blood line was opened, and the blood slowly drained out.

Meng Fuyao lowered his eyes and looked weakly at the tip of the knife, where he was wearing only fleshy and crooked ears. Someone just threw this thing over and saved her life.

"Damn...I really can't play anything new..." Meng Fuyao murmured, supporting himself, cursing, "Which **** is preventing me from giving up?"

"You are a bastard!"

The black and red wind swept over, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the knife in Meng Fuyao's hand, then fished her up on the horse, and put her heavily on the saddle.

"Woman, if I don't look at you for a moment, you will have a problem!"

Meng Fuyao coughed on his stomach, he was not in the mood to pay attention to Zhan Beiye, and muttered, "Are you here alone?... Escape, don't die for me..."

"Why don't you see who the person in front of you is?" Zhan Beiye was dissatisfied, "Am I comparable to those third-rate guards?" He tore off a sleeve of his shirt, and casually wrapped Meng Fu around his neck. Looking at the wounds all over her body, frowning and frowning, she felt that her clothes were not enough to wrap up even if she was torn, and she couldn't help but feel angry again.

Huo Ran turned his head, his black eyes are like night, but the temperament is like a raging fire. The king of Tianshalie sternly ordered, "Heifengqi, kill me all. If you can smash it, don't slap it. Hole!"

"Black Wind Rider?" Meng Fuyao couldn't help laughing when he heard this sentence in his dizziness. , It’s not your god..."

The sound of horseshoes is neat and tidy before the voice is over. It is swift, sharp, powerful, and rigid, as if from the sound of the hoofs, you can hear the murderous intent and mighty military might.

Meng Fushao raised his head, thinking that he was tired, and he saw a black wave suddenly appeared on a high **** on the west side of the city. The leader raised his long sword, and the sky was full of black clothes and black armor. The shining and bright riders immediately rushed down like a black tide, and immediately rushed into the enemy's formation without returning. These people lifted their reins, galloped back and forth, shooting arrows like rain, killing people like cutting vegetables, and hitting hard. There is a special temperament that looks like no one else in the world.

But... how is this possible?

The Black Wind Cavalry, the first-class powerful soldier under the King of Tiansha Guolie, is famous in the Seven Kingdoms. Although there are only a few thousand horses, all of them are the overlords of the battlefield. They are famous for their military achievements and are the Western Region Moro. The horrified army of evil gods in the country, how can such an army pass through the border of Wuji? How could it suddenly appear here?

Behind him, Zhan Beiye laughed coldly, and his chest clinging to her back slightly shook, "I've been here long ago. I turned back halfway and waited for my brothers to cross the border of Promise. I used Chuang directly. ."

Meng Fuyao is speechless, this man... someday he doesn't know how he died.

However, Zhan Beiye went on to mutter to himself, "It is strange to say that the frontier army of the Promise Frontier chased me for a while and then stopped chasing me. I chased them seven and eight, and somehow they were chased. In a **** mountain, I finally got out, and it was very close to you."

He squinted his eyes at the fierce battlefield ahead, and muttered, "Damn it, I used it again for this guy...this place, I must find it back."

Meng Fuyao turned his head in confusion, "Huh?" Zhan Beiye looked at her face covered in blood, even her eyelashes were covered with blood and scars, and the wounds were so many that he didn't dare to touch them, weakened. Embarrassed like a little beast with a badly wounded head, he suddenly fell silent.

Looking at this, she doesn't know how long the **** battle has been going on. With her temperament, how can she commit suicide if she is not desperate? Who can force her to this point?

And that guy, what did he do? Well... he has two lines of war and can't get away, but he shouldn't allow her to fall into this tragedy within his sphere of influence anyway!

And himself... he could not wait to raise his hand and beat himself up, if it weren't for his own road fool and martial idiot, he made a mistake in the mountains, and happened to hit the weirdest "fog hidden" among the top ten. , Did a fight and annoyed her, stupefied that he set up obstacles to all mountains, which made him spend a lot of trouble to arrive today. He should have arrived here half a month earlier, so this would never happen. The situation, God knows that when he saw Meng Fuyao raising his sword to slay himself, his mind was suddenly empty. Originally, a sword should have cut off the head of the soldier who was blocking the road, but only his ears were cut off. Just pat the ear out.

He was in a cold sweat again in this throw. He was too flustered to infuse his true power. With Meng Fuyao's skills, 80% of those ears could not beat her knife. Fortunately, Meng Fuyao was already at the end of the force. Knocked her knife away.

Only so little... Only so little she was going to die in front of him.

Zhan Beiye was so regretful that he could not tear his hair to plug the bleeding wounds. He looked at the hideous and fleshy wounds. He really felt blocked. After thinking about it, he took off his big cloak and gave Meng carefully. Fuyao wrapped it up and said, "Hold up and wait for me to get off."

Meng Fu shook her head into his cloak, ignoring him, she was in no mood to care about anyone now.

Zhan Beiye looked at her tired face, and the anger came up again. He turned his head and looked at Hayari, and stared closely at Lao Ha, who was the main general in the opposing army.

Lao Ha is being surrounded by military soldiers, carefully guarding backwards. It is impossible to force Meng Fuyao to death, but the black armored knights that suddenly appeared are terrifyingly nightmare. Meng Fuyao yesterday With those fifteen guards, they have already killed thousands of them like demons. These knights' murderous methods are not inferior, and they are even better at fighting. They gallop like lightning, and their swords are like wind. From the start, more than one **** head can float out. They continue to rush and pierce in the deep formation in the gradually disorganized formation of the army. Seeing that they are unruly, they are pressing at every step. He brought out the five thousand to chase and kill. The soldiers and horses are actually like a piece of wood, being cruelly and without stopping gradually thinning.

To make matters worse, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, his back was numb as if he had been crawled by a bug, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

He looked back anxiously among the crowd that was defending him, and saw that, hundreds of steps away, the man in red and black clothes, sitting on a horse, facing his back, slowly pulled away A big red gold bow.

The man was so far away, he was murderous, just a glance, as if he was going to cut a hole in his vest to pierce him fiercely.

Lao Ha was taken aback, and then relaxed, what a joke, he has rushed hundreds of meters, such a long distance, who can reach with his brawn and eyesight?

Of course, the Heavenly Fiend Kingdom's Royal Highness, who is known as the number one archery in the world, may be fine, but he is the Heavenly Fiend Prince, how could he appear here...

His thoughts paused suddenly.

The evil spirit...the black armored cavalry...the first cavalry who does not move like a mountain and invades like a forest...the flaming red fairy palm flower symbol on the belly of those knights...the black wind rider!

The black wind rider of the Heavenly Fierce King!

Old Ha suddenly gave a strange cry, raised his arms desperately to beat the horse, and shouted hoarsely, "Quick! Quick! Back! Back!"

His reaction was not unpleasant, but it was too late.

"Shoo!"

A heavy red arrow, bursting like a fire from the redder big bow, like a smoky rocket, traversing a long distance in an instant, through the yellow sand and sky raised by horseshoes Spilled blood penetrated the back of the body that was desperately fleeing.

The arrow of fire, pierced through the muscles and bones in an instant, and pierced from the front of the heart, bringing out the blood like fire. The blood mandala swayed out the slender branches and leaves, splashing in the air with stunning pictures.

Lao Ha is still maintaining a posture of running desperately, with one hand still raised in the air desperately urging the horse, the upright hand is suddenly frozen by the impossible arrow, and it is so funny. The eternity of death.

There was a crack in his throat, a weird sound like weeping and sighing, he seemed to sigh that his fate was bad, but he met Zhan Beiye, and he seemed to be crying. Why did he have to chase it out? Why didn't he hurry Timing killed Meng Fuyao, and eventually lost his life.

He just raised his hands and planted, and was planted among the thousands of horses. Like the people in black who had guarded Meng Fuyao with his life, he was instantly trampled into flesh.

Meng Fu swayed on the horse, watching with tears in his eyes, and there were four words in his heart: unhappy retribution, unhappy retribution...

Even if Beiye doesn't make a move, as long as she stays alive, she will get back some of the accounts!

As soon as Lao Ha died, the army had no masters, and he suddenly became a mess. He was not an opponent at first. Now he has become a killing field where the Black Wind Cavalry plunders lives. The Black Wind Cavalry drives the pigs around like a fly. The crashing soldiers drove together, and then tepid but without hesitation, killed.

The screams were mixed with the sound of running muscles and bones, horses, and knives and guns, and they crashed into Yao City. The soldiers on the wall had been dumbfounded. They originally believed that Meng Fuyao shamelessly sold the city and seduce The army soldiers came to destroy the city and kill people. Now, seeing this **** battle, it is clear that it is not the same thing, and they can't help but be in a daze.

Meng Fu swayed in the Greatcloak of the War North Wilderness, and never looked back at their expressions from beginning to end. She only felt extremely tired from the chaotic shouts of killing, so tired that she didn't want to think about anything.

However, there was a slight "click" suddenly behind him.

The sound came so clearly into her ears in the battlefield where the killing sound was rumbled. She suddenly looked back and saw that the gate of Yaocheng that she almost splattered blood on was opened.

The heavy iron-inlaid giant door slowly opened, and opened a bright white arc, in the middle of the arc, standing crooked with blood and sweat Tie Cheng, standing with shame, holding a simple key in his hand. There is also Yao Xun with a small burden at his feet.

Meng Fuyao understood with just one glance.

Yao Xun was planning to abandon her again, right? I don't know why but I stayed, and hurried out a simple key to open the city gate. Apart from Yao Xun, the world's first thief, who else in Yao City can do it?

She glanced lightly, then turned her head.

The direction where she ran desperately before, the door that Tiecheng couldn't open before the bitter pleading, the guards around her died one by one, and she was forced into a desperate situation and was forced to slay the door for her. Now it is a rather ironic joke to open it at this moment when the dust has settled.

This joke, she doesn't want to face it now.

Ahead, a local battle is coming to an end, Meng Fuyao reached out from the greatcloak, grabbed the rein, and shook hard.

The horse ran with its hoofs, and the dust raised up 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 pillows in both hands and looked at the stars, "My black wind rider still needs to enter the city for supplies."

"You let them go into the city," Meng Fuyao closed his eyes, the sky was full of stars, and she saw her pale face and black eyebrows, "Yaocheng has no food and grass, you can stop by the army camp. Nourish it, it must be messy at this time."

"You are right," Zhan Beiye smiled so that his teeth were whiter than the moonlight, "I have sent them."

He sat up, hugged his knees, and said with a pity, "Hey, if I'm happy, I will also **** Pingcheng and Huangxian from the army, won't the Promise Kingdom have a piece of land that belongs to me?"

Thinking about it and then saying, "Forget it, that guy Zhaohua didn't give me land so easily, but it's not the time for me to take advantage of the danger to beat him."

Meng Fuyao opened his eyes suddenly, "Ah, what?"

Zhan Beiye looked at her strangely and said, "What are you doing?"

"You a big man, what do you call so affectionately?" Meng Fuyao looked at him strangely, "Isn't it Brokeback?"

"What is Brokeback?" Zhan Beiye frowned, "Why is it abnormal that you have committed suicide once? You can't understand the weird words. My name is Changsun Wuji, what's wrong? Don't tell me about you. I don’t know what Zhaoxuan is."

Meng Fuyao was in a daze, before he said for a long time, "Huh?"

"Ah what?" Zhan Beiye was angry and funny, reaching out to touch her if she had a fever, and was opened by Meng Fuyao.

She was a little confused, sat up, tucked her knees and bit her lip in silence.

It turns out that Zhao Xu is his honorable name.

It’s a long time since I doubted his identity. I asked Yun Hen, and Yun Hen’s answer once dispelled her doubts. After all, the prince of a country went to another country to make trouble. This was too courageous. A little bit, but when she came to the Promise Kingdom, the encounter in the palace began to make her doubts.

She doesn't think that only a prince’s assistant can use the things in the palace so freely. Anyway, she has a background in archaeology and history. The ancient society is hierarchical. How can it be arbitrarily overridden?

The real confirmation was the knife incident.

In the civil war between Nan Rong and Bei Rong, the ten-year-old grandson Wuji drove thousands of miles into the grassland. After a lot of talk, the furious Nan Bei Rong knocked down one by one and became brothers. Yao Xun told her this paragraph She can remember the stories she heard.

And the knife is about to kill Yuan Zhaoxu, who "said that he would join the Southern and Northern Rongs, causing his father to be banished." At this time, if you don't know who he is, Meng Fuyao is not Meng Fuyao, it is Meng Zhutou.

It’s not that I don’t feel depressed. I don’t think Yuan Zhaozhen is honest enough. Fortunately, Meng Fuyao is not a **** person. He bit the quilt and thought for a long time. When I remembered the first encounter, it was not convenient for the grandson Wuji to reveal his true identity. Don't you have many things to hide from him?

Why care about so much? A person who intends to leave at any time is really not qualified to ask others so much.

After the prom, before he left, he finally confessed his identity more clearly, and Meng Fuyao felt that it was enough.

Now in Zhan Beiyekou, Yuan Zhaohui’s identity was formally confirmed. Although Meng Fuyao understood in his heart, he couldn't help but froze for a while, suddenly remembered something and asked, "What is the surname of the mother and queen of Longsun Wuji? "

"Emperor Yuan." Zhan Beiye replied without hesitation, "A very powerful woman. Longsun Wuji is like her, her belly is full of twists and turns."

With her mother's surname and her honorable name, Meng Fu shook her head and thought for a while, couldn't help but smiled relievedly, hey, the eldest son Wuji had not concealed her, such an obvious pseudonym is equivalent to telling her who she is, yes She is a little white who has devoted herself to martial arts training and is ignorant of the Wuzhou Continent.

Looking at her in a trance, Zhan Beiye's face was a bit ugly, he turned away from the subject, and reached out to lift Meng Fuyao's body cloak, "Why are you wrapped in this tightly, take it off, I'll heal you." "

Meng Fuyao gave a hand, got up with the cloak wrapped in him, reached out and pushed Beiye, "Go ahead, I'm going to take a bath. You go far, don't peek."

"What kind of bath are you taking!" Zhan Beiye jumped up, "You are covered with injuries in this cold winter, take a bath! Take a bath!"

He raised his eyebrows and angered and spoke incoherently. Meng Fuyao ignored him at all, dragged his reachable cloak, and walked to a small stream. Without saying anything, he jumped.

"Hey, you are not afraid of being drowned in a cloak!" Zhan Beiye rushed over, and Meng Fuyao flicked his hand. The cloak flew out with drops of water and smashed onto Zhan Beiye. When he placed the cloak, Meng Fuyao had already taken off. Dive down after finishing the clothes.

She has good water quality, about the same level as a fish, and can hold her breath for a long time in the water.

The moonlight came up quietly, illuminating a pool of water in this valley to shattered silver, the underwater world is still quiet, some water plants are silently swaying, and the silver fish swims by the bottom of the feet, rustling itch.

This is a quiet, undisturbed world, the world Meng Fuyao wants now.

She was floating in the water, her long hair spread out, wisps of water weeds, her wounds were washed away by water, some of the clotted blood was washed away, the faint blood was bleached, and the water around her body was slightly stained. red.

Those numb pains, awakened by such a cold and huge stimulus, Meng Fuyao's whole body convulsed and shrank into a ball.

This is a self-protection posture, just like a fetus in the mother's womb, using a primitive posture to protect his vitals and his heart. Meng Fuyao curled up deeply, pressing his hand on the position of his heart.

There, I have suffered the most damage today, the huge pain, more than the sum of all pains in my body today.

But she is not ready to remember it-on the road with a painful memory, every step in the future will bring fresh blood from the memory, like walking on the tip of a knife, step by step pain, step by step retreat, and finally go crooked The road that was originally straight.

Meng Fuyao covered his heart, raised his head, in the transparent water, in a crying gesture with no tears visible.

Cry, she allowed herself to cry weakly, turning those grievances and sufferings that were humiliated on the long street, the gates of the city, and forced to squat into tears, and merged with the thousands of drops of water here forever Together.

Tonight, only the pool of water in the Haoyang Valley will remember her tears this time, and she will also remember the whole body pain caused by the waves at this moment, and remember those back and forth that gave her such pain The instigator.

The water in the pool is clear, and the moonlight is very penetrating in, illuminating the girl with long hair flying in the blue, and seeing her goddess-like pale body and closing her eyes, seeing her moving slightly Long eyelashes.

Those tears that people didn't want people to see flowed in the center of the clear water.

The moonlight is silent, and the tears are silent.

But there was a man's voice, coming in clearly.

"Meng Fuyao, are you still alive?" After seeing Meng Fuyao coming out for a long time, he began to fight Beiye anxiously on the water, shouting to the bottom of the water, "Have you been suffocated yet? Suffocated to my death!" "

Meng Fuyao almost choked on water. What is that!

She turned around and swam away, not wanting to care about this overbearing guy. Zhan Beiye couldn't wait for her to answer but was already anxious, shouting, "If you don't answer me, I will come down!"

With a "puff", His Highness King Lie also plunged into the cold winter water.

He just jumped into the pool, and the moment he entered the water vaguely saw his snow-white body flashing, sliding across the light blue water like a swimming fish, disappearing in his field of vision in an instant, and Zhan Beiye was eager to chase after him, but he heard from the top of his head. The sound of someone coming ashore.

Zhan Beiye quickly came up again, and at a glance, under the moonlight, the snow-white and exquisite female body flashed, and after flashing into the dense shade, a row of delicate footprints was left on the bluestone by the pond.

Zhan Beiye was soaking in the water, staring at the row of footprints in a daze, thinking about the glimpse just now when he emerged from the water, vaguely seeing a slender and beautiful body, ice muscle and snow skin, delicate curves, and seeing crystal water droplets from The more crystal-clear back slipped quietly, all the way down, towards the tall, slender parts... He stood in a daze, his body soaked in the water was cold but his palms were hot, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, emptiness forward. Holding it, it seemed that I wanted to hold a body that floated away like an elf, but finally held the flowing water in one hand, slowly draining it from my fingers.

Let's release his hand, Zhan Beiye climbed up silently, his eyes swept over the few footprints again, the faint pink blood next to the footprints caught his gaze, he knew this was the blood flowing out of Meng Fuyao's body, those The hideous wound, full of life like flowers... He stood on the bluestone, and his heart was suddenly smashed by a stone, and he was torn apart in pain.

It’s my own fault...I’m late...Zhang Sun Wuji made an exception and allowed him to take the Black Wind Rider into his country. Maybe he hoped that someone could help Meng Fuyao when his clone was lacking. , As a result, I was delayed because of that **** duel and almost killed her...

"Keng!"

Zhan Beiye suddenly drew his long sword and slashed the bluestone fiercely. The sound of cracking spread far away in the silent valley.

"I, the evil spirits are fighting against Beiye! If there is no provocation in this life, I will never find anyone and use force! If I violate this oath, there is such a stone!"

His roar was so loud that the night birds fluttered and flew away, and washed away the peaceful moonlight of the day. Meng Fuyao, who changed his clothes behind the tree, was also taken aback. I don’t know that this two hundred and five is good for life. What do you do with this messy oath, stick your head from behind the tree and curse:

"Yaoshou, what kind of funeral is the night watch in the middle of the night!"

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Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye spent three days in this valley.

It was Meng Fuyao who was dead. She resolutely refused to leave in the cave. No matter how Zhan Beiye persuaded the dampness of the mountains, lack of medical care and medicine, she was injured badly because of the disadvantage of recuperation, and said that the people of Yaocheng have been there. Looking for her, even Master Yuan Bao was brought by Yao Xun to squeak several times, Meng Fuyao ignored them, and fell asleep under a big cloak. Poor Zhan Beiye was exhausted, and he had to frighten her every day as a vigil.

On the first night, Miss Meng dreamed of fighting with people in the middle of the night, jumped up and kicked the cloak, fisted and kicked, and then stood upright and continued to sleep. The cloak almost burned in the fire, but fortunately she was sleeping at the entrance of the cave. Zhan Beiye heard the scorching smell, and rushed in to save Meng Fuyao from becoming a suckling pig. Unfortunately, until he took Meng Fuyao, who had fallen into the nightmare of fighting, to a safe place, the guy didn’t wake up, and he gave him a fist. Kitano had a big blue eye circle. He saw his black smoke circle early the next morning. He was innocent and curious and asked him, "Master, did you touch yourself all night last night? Look at your ugly face"...

The second night, Meng Fuyao rolled himself directly into the fire. Fortunately, Zhan Beiye was prepared and slept directly between her and the fire. When Meng Fu rock came over, he smiled and was about to take the initiative. The nephrite Wenxiang in his arms was carried into his arms, but Meng Fuyao turned over and threw her stinky boots that had not been washed for a few days into his arms...

On the third night, Meng Fuyao started to have a fever and cough, and Beiye didn’t sleep all night. People went to grab the medicine overnight, stayed by her side to cool down, wipe sweat, feed water, and feed medicine. He was very busy, but Meng Fuyao woke up in the morning and saw him full of eyes. Bloodshot, very sympathetic, "Master, you should marry a wife, look at you who are dissatisfied, do you want me to introduce one to you..."

As a result, Lord Zhan couldn’t bear it. He slapped Meng Fushao’s mouth with fruit, clicked on her acupuncture points, and said angrily, “I don’t want to go back to the city, I have to stay with the king and Qianqi Erlang here, you This stubborn dead woman!"

Meng Fuyao scolded back with his eyes, "I didn't want you to accompany you!"

Zhan Beiye glared at her blushing face, without saying a word, he slammed her on his shoulders.

"The accounts that should be settled have to be settled, and the debts that should be collected have to be collected!"

He carried Meng Fuyao strode down the mountain.

"Let's go back to town!"