Chapter 312 What Is Love in the World?

Chu Chouli did not know if he had completely convinced Xu Han.

However, this was the first time the youth had walked out of the courtyard in the past few days.

Chu Chouli did not ask him where he was going, nor did Xu Han say anything.

In the small courtyard, only Chu Chouli was left.

The middle-aged man sat in the courtyard for a long time, feeling bored, so he took out a pot of wine from his room and poured it himself.

However, before the wine was filled, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard.

Chu Chouli was stunned. Could it be that Xiao Han had returned? He hurriedly stood up and pushed open the courtyard door, but the figure who entered the courtyard was slightly stunned.

'"Qingyi" He looked at the beautiful face in front of him and whispered.

The woman in her clothes smiled at him, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he came back to his senses.

"Please, please, please!" He hurriedly smiled and said, welcoming the woman into the room.

The small room emitted a faint smell of alcohol, and the woman frowned, obviously a little unhappy.

The usually self-centered middle-aged man had a rare shyness on his face. He scratched the back of his head and said, "I was just about to clean up."

Such an explanation was naturally extremely pale and powerless. The green-clothed woman rolled her eyes at the man, but in the end, she sat down at the wooden table.

Seeing that, the man also sat down beside her, but his hands did not reveal any traces as he stroked the messy hair on his head like a chicken nest.

The woman saw his little thoughts very clearly, but she didn't break them.

"Yuan Guilong is dead." She said coldly.

The man who was carefully arranging his appearance was stunned again when he heard this.

The excitement on his face faded like a teenager seeing a girl he liked. Then he nodded and said, "I know."

At that time, the woman turned her head to look at Chu Chouli, her eyes carrying an indescribable chill.

"What about you?" When she asked this, the expression on her beautiful face changed, as if she was a little sad.

"What?" The man looked at the woman as if he had just woken up from a dream. The expression on his face was pretending to be calm and confused.

When Ran Qingyi saw that Chu Chouli was still trying to make a fool of her, the resentment on her face instantly turned into anger.

"Mu Yushan, Yuan Guilong, and Lin Shou."

"Three lives …"

"Is this really how life-stealing techniques are used to squander your money? How much longer do you have left after saving them?"

The woman's voice was loud, filled with anger, confusion, and, of course, the deep worry hidden beneath it.

Since the man heard this very clearly, he lowered his head and remained silent for a while. He then picked up the glass that he had placed on the table and drank all the sake in it.

"So what? We can't just sit back and watch as we die, can we?"

At that moment, the man's worried tone and lonely expression seemed to hurt the woman.

The anger on Ran Qingyi's face collapsed. He sighed and said, "Follow me. The Bandit Saint Sect is left with only you and me. Let me save you, okay?"

At this moment, the woman's expression and tone were extremely sincere, even carrying a hint of begging. It had to be said that this kind of Ran Qingyi caused Chu Chouli's heart to stir up a trace of impulse at that moment, but he quickly suppressed this impulse.

He looked at the woman's beautiful face. It seemed that time had never left a mark on her. She still looked like she was eighteen years old.

At that time, he and she were still recognized as golden children in the sect. However, a calamity came too suddenly, and they were forced to shoulder the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the sect at the age of eighteen. So with this kind of responsibility in their hearts, they finally began to walk further and further away…

"No." There was always a thousand nostalgia in his heart, and the man still shook his head decisively at that time. "My bet has been bet, my son has fallen, you and I are destined not to go the same way."

Such an answer was actually within Ran Qingyi's expectations.

He was always so stubborn. This kind of stubbornness had once broken her heart, but now it made her heart ache.

"You can't win, no one can break this game." She looked straight at the man and tried her best to salvage his determination.

"Then I will lose as beautifully as possible." Chu Chouli laughed. He was so real, just like an eighteen-year-old summer.

The woman took a deep look at him and finally put away her thoughts of continuing.

At that moment, she stood up, waved her sleeves, and decisively left.

The middle-aged man looked at the azure figure that had disappeared from his eyes. He lifted his glass and drank it all in one gulp. He looked at the dilapidated courtyard in front of him drunkenly and hazily. The light in his eyes gradually became empty. Then, he muttered, "Eighteen years old."

"Good."

…

Zhu Xian has many other courtyards in Chang'an City. These courtyards would not be of much use on normal days, and they would only stay there for a day or two until the first one was in the mood.

However, these days, these monasteries were bustling with activity. Jianghu people from all over the Great Zhou dynasty stayed in them. The largest monastery was called the Flying Snow Monastery.

As the ruler of the Great Zhou Sect, Linglong Pavilion stayed there.

Normally, the doors of the Flying Snow Courtyard were tightly shut, and few people in the Exquisite Pavilion went out.

However, night fell today and the lights in Chang'an City lit up.

A carriage stopped in front of the Flying Snow Courtyard.

"Deacon Song, everything is ready." A disciple respectfully cupped his hands towards the purple-robed youth and said.

The purple-robed youth only gave him a faint glance before the disciple retreated knowingly.

Beside the purple-robed youth stood a woman dressed in white. She was tall and had a beautiful face. At this moment, she frowned slightly and looked at the youth worriedly.

"What's the matter?" The purple-robed youth smiled faintly at her and extended his hand to gently smooth the hair on her forehead that was messed up by the spring breeze.

The woman frowned even deeper. She grabbed the youth's hand and whispered, "I don't want to go. I want to stay here with my husband."

The purple-robed youth's cold face revealed a gentle expression. He whispered, "Go back to the door and wait for me. I'll be back in a few months."

How could a woman believe his words? She was born intelligent. Everything in Chang'an City seemed like the Longevity Division and the Exquisite Pavilion, occupying all the time and place. Xu Han and Tiance Prefecture were just fish on the chopping board, as if they were being slaughtered by them. However, if that was the case, there was no need for the youth to send her back to the Exquisite Pavilion in such a hurry. The more calm Song Yueming acted, the more uneasy her heart became. She even vaguely sensed that Song Yueming's thoughts did not seem to be limited to the struggle for imperial power in Chang'an City. He also had other plans, and such a plan would definitely be extremely dangerous.

Xia Zichuan took a deep look at the youth and wanted to say something, but at the moment when he was about to say something, he thought of something, so he swallowed the words at the side of his mouth and said softly, "Yes, I'll wait for you."

The youth nodded, and the carriage outside the door began to urge him.

Xia Zichuan finally reluctantly boarded the carriage. She did not turn her head, because perhaps once she turned her head, she would no longer be able to hide the words that came to her mouth. However, that was not right. A great battle was imminent, and she did not want Song Yueming to have too many worries in his heart.

The wooden wheels of the carriage pressed down on the bluestone slate road in Chang'an City, making a rumbling sound.

The purple-robed youth stood at the entrance of the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He watched as the carriage gradually disappeared into the distance until the figure of the carriage completely disappeared from his sight. He remained standing there motionless.

Ta.

Ta.

At this moment, a soft sound woke the youth from his thoughts. He touched his hair. It was wet. He raised his head to look at the sky as if he had comprehended something. A drop of rain fell from the cloudy sky and dripped into his eyes.

He suddenly remembered a legend he had heard in his hometown when he was a child.

They said that the rain came from the sky, passed through the world, and went deep underground. It connected the living with the dead, connecting the mortal world with the underworld. Therefore, the people in their hometowns would always choose to worship their ancestors after the rain, thinking that this way, they would be able to convey the longing and sorrow of the living to the dead underground.

Song Yueming, who was thinking about this, extended his hand.

The rain gradually became heavy, and in his palm, it gathered into a small pool of water.

Song Yueming put his hand in front of him at that time. He looked at the puddle of rain and whispered, "I remember."

With these words, his palm tilted slightly, and the rain fell on the stone slab, seeping into the ground through the cracks in the stone slab and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

On the carriage, Xia Zichuan lowered her head and reached out to stroke her lower abdomen. She muttered to herself.

"Husband, you must survive. For me, and for our child…"

…

In the darkness of the room, the purple pupils of the girl received the token from the black-robed man.

The expression on the girl's face was indifferent, like a sculpture, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor sorrowful.

She only looked at the purple token, carefully examining every detail on it, as if she wanted to find some clues about the man's past.

The black-robed man did not say anything. He stood quietly and tactfully by the side, lowering his head.

This situation lasted for about a hundred breaths of time. The purple-eyed girl finally raised her head and looked at the man.

"Did he only let you bring this back?" The girl asked, her eyes still showing no sorrow or joy.

The man nodded at first, then shook his head. Then, he pointed at the token. The purple-eyed girl was slightly stunned, and then she flipped the token over.

The goal was a short inch sword, and it didn't seem surprising. It was as if an ordinary craftsman could grind out such a thing.

However, it was such a thing that caused the girl's calm and indifference, which she had used all her strength to maintain, to show signs of collapse at that moment.

Bang.

With a crisp sound, the Purple Yama Card, which everyone in the Dark Asura Palace respected as a sacred object, landed on the ground at that moment.

The black-robed man's heart skipped a beat. He was just thinking about whether he should help the girl in front of him pick up this thing, but the girl's voice rang out at that moment.

"Get out." In just two short words, it was wrapped in a dense trembling sound.

The man was stunned. He looked at the girl and found that she was still unaware of the fall of the Purple Yama Card. She only looked straight at the inch sword and was unwilling to turn her eyes. She was even reluctant to blink her eyes.

The man was silent. He nodded at the girl and respectfully retreated.

As the man left, the door was slowly closed, and the last glimmer of light in the room disappeared, blocking the door. This boundless darkness seemed to give the girl some courage.

She stretched out her other hand and held the inch sword tightly with both of her hands.

She gripped it very hard, as if she was going to exhaust all of her strength, as if even if she relaxed for a moment, something heavy would leave her.

The indifference on her face finally collapsed at that moment. She gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "Even if you die, do you still want your ice-cold Sword Tomb back? What do you think I am?"

There was silence in the dark room, and her questions were destined to go unanswered.

Perhaps it was this loneliness that tore apart the last line of defense in the girl's heart.

She clenched her hands tightly together and leaned against her chest, placing the inch sword firmly in the position of her heart.

Tears finally rolled down her eyes and dripped down her blown cheeks onto the blade of the inch sword.

A dazzling sword light suddenly lit up, illuminating the dark room as if it was daytime.

The girl raised her tearful face and was surprised to find that the sword light gathered in front of her and gradually condensed into a figure.

The figure gave birth to a person she loved and hated.

The silhouette and the girl looked at each other in the room for a long time. Then, the silhouette slowly stretched out his hand, seemingly wanting to wipe away the tear stains at the corner of her eyes. However, just as he touched the girl's face, his hand pierced through the girl's face.

The girl looked at the figure and suddenly broke into tears and laughed. She gritted her teeth and said, "Bastard."

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The spring rain in Chang'an City continued, but torrential rain fell outside Tiger Mountain Town in You Prefecture.

Fang Ziyu supported Meng Liang through the forest.

Their clothes had long been drenched by the rain and covered with mud. Fang Ziyu's face was even more pale, but he gritted his teeth and helped Meng Liang walk deeper into the forest.

And what about Meng Liang?

His eyes narrowed, and a few deep wounds that could be seen beneath his clothes were dripping with blood, sprinkling onto their path.

"Meng, you can't die! You promised me that you would take me to the Chen Kingdom. If you die, my aunt will not let you go even if you are a ghost!" Fang Ziyu gritted his teeth and said, but the man on his shoulder was already on the verge of dying. He was simply unable to respond to her words.

However, Fang Ziyu continued to speak unconsciously.

She did not know where she had heard it said that this man was dying, and someone was talking to him, so that he would not faint, for once he fainted, he might never wake up again.

"That bastard Chen is inexplicably married to that Yan Yan. You have to help me decide this matter. Let's go to the Chen Kingdom together and ask him why…"

"If you die, I won't be able to defeat that bastard alone…"

Fang Ziyu kept on talking, and unconsciously, he was already crying.

The rain poured down on the girl's face, making it hard to tell whether it was tears or rain.

The man on his shoulder still did not respond. Fang Ziyu could clearly feel his aura getting weaker and weaker.

Ever since he was attacked in the small city on the border between You Zhou and Liang Zhou, The two of them had already encountered several pursuers. Although Meng Liang's swordsmanship was profound, his fists were still difficult to defeat. He was unfortunately seriously injured in a battle. However, the pursuers were relentlessly chasing after the two of them as if they had smelled a fishy jackal. The two of them fled. Meng Liang was finally unable to hold on and suffered a few more serious injuries.

Seeing that his life was not long, Fang Ziyu took the opportunity to bring him all the way to this place in panic.

However, those pursuers were obviously experienced assassins. Whether it was Fang Ziyu disguising himself or sneaking into the forest, they would never be able to escape their pursuit. Along the way, Fang Ziyu was exhausted, and Meng Liang's life was at stake. Both of them were at the end of their rope.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Fang Ziyu hadn't closed his eyes for a day and night, and hadn't even had time to drink a single mouthful of water.

Fang Ziyu gritted his teeth and dragged his tired body into the forest.

She didn't know how long it would take for her to escape like this. After all, they weren't familiar with each other in Youzhou, let alone someone who would come to save them, as if all their struggles were in vain.

It had to be said that this was a feeling of despair, but Fang Ziyu still did not give up. She took another step forward.

The heavy rain made the soil in the mountain forest extremely muddy. The exhausted Fang Ziyu's body lightened with one foot and tripped over the mud.

She fell in an extremely sorry state. Not to mention the beautiful clothes she had prepared to meet Chen Xuanji, even her face and hair were covered in dirt. However, she did not have the mood to take care of her sorry self at this moment. The moment she stood up, she panicked and looked for the figure of Meng Liang who had fallen into the mud among the dense grass.

"Meng! Meng!" She shouted loudly and stretched out her hand to tear apart the weeds in the dense forest. As a result, her hand was scratched by the sharp leaves of the grass, causing numerous wounds and bloodstains. However, she did not seem to have noticed it.

"Hurry this way, there are footprints!" At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard from the distant forest.

Fang Ziyu's heart trembled. She knew that it was the pursuers who had come to the door again.

Although she was very scared, she didn't have the slightest intention of leaving Meng Liang to escape alone. The fall just now was really too fierce. The vegetation in the mountains and forests grew luxuriantly again, and her heart was in a panic. He searched around but couldn't find Meng Liang's figure.

"Meng, where are you?" The footsteps of the pursuers were getting closer and closer. Fang Ziyu panicked. She shouted loudly, but there was no sound in the dense forest other than the sound of rain hitting the leaves.

At that moment, a well-armored pursuer or killer finally caught up.

A group of nearly a hundred people surrounded Fang Ziyu.

"Run! Are you going to keep running?" The black-armored leader looked at Fang Ziyu and sneered.

Fang Ziyu, who was surrounded by the crowd, seemed to have lost her will to escape. She sat down on the ground, her expression numb.

Seeing this, the black-armored leader's complacency grew even greater.

He winked at the people around him. Immediately, the armored warriors came to their senses. The swords on their waists were instantly unsheathed and slowly gathered around them.

This was not because they were cowardly and timid. However, Fang Ziyu and Meng Liang had already caused them to lose nearly a hundred brothers during their pursuit. They were somewhat afraid of their powerful cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Fang Ziyu. At that time, the sabers and swords were raised high by these armored warriors and were about to be sliced towards Fang Ziyu's neck.

But right at that moment, Fang Ziyu's clothes, which had been lowering his head, suddenly started to stir.

Zheng!

With a sword cry, the long sword at her waist shot into the sky, releasing a dazzling sword light in midair.

Then, the sword transformed into ten, then into a hundred, and borrowed the rain that filled the sky to whistle down.

"Be careful!" A shocked exclamation came from within the armor.

They hurriedly used the sword in their hands to defend against the incoming flying sword, but it was still inevitable that more than ten armored soldiers would be stabbed at the vital point by the incoming flying sword. Blood flowed endlessly on the spot and they could not stand up.

Many soldiers were shocked and quickly withdrew from the range of the flying sword.

At that moment, Fang Ziyu stood up. The flying sword above his head seemed to feel something. He immediately withdrew the sword light and escaped into Fang Ziyu's hand.

Fang Ziyu's sword-wielding body shook slightly. The last sword-controlling technique had already exhausted all the true essence in her body. She had no choice but to use her sword to stand upright.

Then she looked coldly at the soldiers and said, "Come on! Aren't you trying to kill me?"

The exhaustion on the girl's face naturally couldn't be concealed from the leader of the Armored Guards. He, who had been stained with countless amounts of blood on his hands, also knew about the battle between trapped beasts. However, he was confident that he would win. However, those who had the heart to die would often burst out with extraordinary potential.

He didn't dare to be arrogant, so he gave the surrounding soldiers a look. Even though they were reluctant, they had no choice but to carry their swords forward at that time.

The two sides quickly clashed.

Dozens of soldiers surrounded Fang Ziyu, not wanting to kill him in the shortest amount of time. Instead, they pretended to attack everywhere, consuming the little girl's strength.

However, within fifteen minutes, there were no less than ten bloody wounds on the girl's body. Her face became paler and paler, and the sword moves she waved gradually became light, without the slightest bit of lethality to speak of.

Seeing that she was so bold, the soldiers attacked Ling Lie even more. After a few stumbles, the girl fell to the ground. Although she tried her best to stand up, whether it was the exhaustion of running for her life these past few days or the bleeding wounds on her body, she gradually lost control of her limbs and bones. All she had managed to get was to fall back into a muddy sorry state.

The expression on Fang Ziyu's face finally became miserable. She did not know that the struggle and escape along the way had finally come to an end. She no longer had the strength to persevere.

Her hand holding the sword gradually loosened and her eyes closed in despair.

When such an expression fell into the eyes of the guards, they immediately felt relieved.

Under the command of the leader, the soldiers surrounded Fang Ziyu again. This time, they did not hesitate to raise their swords and swords to greet Fang Ziyu's body.

Fang Ziyu's eyes were tightly closed, and she could feel the blade and sword light whistling towards her.

This was the first time that the aura of death was so close to her.

Of course, she was a little scared, a little frightened, but in addition to this, she was more unwilling.

Unwilling to do anything for the ruined sect, unwilling to go to the Chen Kingdom to ask that bastard surnamed Chen why he treated her like this, and even more unwilling to harm that fool surnamed Meng.

Perhaps he was lying under this bush. After these people killed her, they would forget about Meng Liang. If he could survive this calamity, he would be able to survive. In the fight just now, Fang Ziyu intentionally pulled everyone away from the place where they had fallen. If this little scheme of hers could succeed, even if she died, she would feel much more at ease.

Thinking of this, Fang Ziyu suddenly calmed down. She quietly waited for the doomed arrival of death.

Pu!

Fang Ziyu waited for death to arrive, not knowing if it was some strange phenomenon before death. On the contrary, a muffled sound sounded in his ears, like a sharp weapon tearing open a broken leather bag.

A scorching hot object splashed onto Fang Ziyu's face.

The girl unconsciously opened her eyes.

She saw a man dressed in black, holding a bright sword in his hand, shuttling back and forth among the black-armored warriors. His speed was extremely fast, like a streak of black lightning. His sword edge was cold, and wherever it passed, a blood-colored lotus flower would definitely splatter out.

Fang Ziyu looked at the figure that looked like a divine weapon descending from the sky. His already dim eyes gradually lit up.

'"Meng Liang" she murmured to herself.

Although she did not see that person's face clearly, his clothes, his sword techniques, and even the faint smell of him floating in the air made Fang Ziyu realize that it was Meng Liang.

In less than a hundred breaths of time.

The armored warriors who were still majestic just now all fell to the ground.

At that time, Meng Liang withdrew his sword and turned to look at Fang Ziyu.

He shook off the blood stains on the sword's body, and his face was no longer as pale as before. Instead, a strange flush appeared on his face.

"Meng, are you alright?" Surprised, Fang Ziyu did not notice his strange behavior. He quickly walked forward and arrived in front of the man.

"Yes, I've wronged you." Meng Liang blamed himself.

"It's fine. It's good that you're fine." The girl shook her head and said. "I…"

However, before she could finish her sentence, a feeling of exhaustion overwhelmed the world. Her body tilted and she collapsed at that moment.

Seeing this, Meng Liang hurriedly supported Fang Ziyu's body.

He stretched out his hand to slightly examine the general condition of the girl's body and found that it was only because of her lack of strength that he felt relieved.

Looking at the girl's sleeping side face, Meng Liang reached out and gently wiped away the mud from her face. During this process, he did it carefully, as if there were some rare treasures in his arms that would shatter if touched.

He used dozens of breaths of time to finally wipe away the muddy face of the girl. At that moment, he smiled.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring you to the Chen Kingdom."

After saying this, he took another step forward, but drops of blood still dripped from under his clothes, dyeing his path red.

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