C187 Rendering the Ancient World (4)

The morning sun slowly pulled down the curtains, and the sky gradually became brighter. Qing Yun dragged his injured body along with the map and arrived at the other end of the forest, right in front of the Fenglan's army camp.

When the sky started to brighten, the three discovered that they were already in the enemy's encirclement. There were groups of soldiers approaching them from a few hundred meters away.

Qing Shui was extremely confused as he looked at the surrounding soldiers. He did not know why they had entered the enemy's encirclement, but he did not have the time to think about it.

The unceasing appearance of the soldiers announced that their movements had been exposed. What they could do now was to break out of the enemy's encirclement before it could kill them.

Qing Yun handed over the enemy's defensive map to the Redbud.

"The two of you, hold onto this defensive map, we are ready to break through. In a moment, the two of you don't try to break out of the encirclement with the fastest speed, don't worry about me. "

After Qing Yun finished speaking, he immediately activated the Blue Rain Sword Art, not giving the two of them any chance to reject. At this moment, they all knew that there was no chance of survival in the face of the enemies' encirclement. Whoever stayed would die, but Qing Yun had chosen to leave them with a chance of survival.

As soon as the Blue Rain Sword Art appeared, it caused the surrounding environment to become gradually darker. The soldiers opposite saw Qing Yun breaking out of the encirclement, no longer hiding their bodies, and they all rushed forward. Looking at the incoming soldiers, Qing Yun knew he didn't have a chance to live. Instead, he became indifferent.

He had been busy his whole life for the revival of his family. At the end of his life, he also wanted to be willful, to do what he liked, to sacrifice for the girl that he liked, even if the girl still didn't know that there was a man secretly in love with her.

As of this moment, Qing Yun was laughing. He was laughing very calmly, and laughing very calmly. It was also at this moment that he was truly himself. As the soldiers got closer, Qing Yun activated her Blue Rain Sword Art to its limit and then activated the Fog Language Sword Art. The mist and mist that accompanied the Misty Rain Sword Art made the already dark surroundings even more blurry.

When his sword intent had been pushed to its limit, Qing Yun arrived at the side of the fighting Redbud and said, "You must return alive." After speaking, he slapped the Redbud's back with his palm.

The divine power of this palm attack was perfectly controlled. It didn't do any damage to the Redbud at all, allowing it to just so happen to fly out of the encirclement. She knew that he had left his last chance of living to her, and that she would never be able to repay his kindness. After giving a deep look to the clouds, she had already left this battlefield that she would never be able to forget with the fastest speed possible.

After the Qing-Yun Sect's Redbud Tribe broke through the encirclement, they came to Qing Xuan's side, and the heavily injured soldiers quickly retreated like the tide. Qing Yun looked at the retreating soldiers and said to Qing Xuan: "Qing Xuan, I'll help you get out of this situation now. Prepare yourself."

"Young master, I won't leave you."

"Are you not going to listen to what I say now?"

"Young master, no matter what you say, I won't listen to you this time." I won't leave. Even if I die, I want to stay by Young Master's side. "

Qing Yun placed his hand on Qing Xuan's shoulder and did not say anything. From the moment he had helped the Redbud to break through the encirclement, Qing Yun's heart had been filled with guilt towards Qing Xuan.

Fresh blood continued to seep out from his shoulder, and the pain of his old wounds reopening continuously assaulted his mental defenses as waves of dizziness engulfed his body. Qing Yun knew that he had to hold on. The silence was not the end, but the beginning of a new wave of danger.

"Sou ~ Sou" Arrows flew past Qing Yun one after another. The rain of arrows covered the entire cloud and in the end, Qing Yun and Qing Xuan fell under the rain of arrows.

Qing Yun who thought he was dead slowly woke up, looking at his entire body covered in bandages, his entire body was like a mummy laid on a clean bed, and the one lying beside him was Qing Xuan.

Only later did Qing Yun find out that after he and Qing Xuan fell from the rain of arrows, they were captured by the soldiers of the Fenglan. Just as they were about to kill them, the princess of Fenglan pleaded for mercy on their behalf and found the best military doctor to cure them.

And the reason why they were trapped in the encirclement of the Fenglan was because the guards were bought by the Fenglan's spies, revealing their whereabouts.

Qing Yun and Qing Xuan removed the straps on their bodies and walked out of the camp. They saw a completely different side to their own national army.

All of a sudden, the sounds of fighting from the military camp rushed into Qing Yun's ears, "Enemy attacks, enemy attacks!" The surrounding soldiers that were pouring in constantly destroyed this neat military camp in an instant.

Fresh blood and weapons constantly filled the area. Qing Yun raised his sword and shouted, "Since we can't stop this damned war, let it end as soon as possible!"

The Blue Rain Sword Art filled Qing Yun's surroundings, it was just that this time Qing Yun's sword was aimed at his so-called former comrade. Slash after slash ended the lives of his enemies, causing Qing Yun to become crazed. He gradually forgot himself, and forgot why he was fighting. He had become a killing machine.

In the unceasing slaughter, his sword had touched her sleeve sword. He looked at her, she looked at him, he (she) was still alive, and the comfort in his heart gradually replaced the killing. Although they were currently in different camps, this was nothing to him or her. He looked at her, he wanted to tell her of his love, she looked at him, she wanted to tell him that all this was broken by the war.

"No ~ ~" That sound was too slow, too slow, she watched helplessly as the surrounding soldiers used their long swords to pierce through his body, his blood splattering all over her face, at this moment she had become numb, she had just met him but had become eternal, her heart unceasingly crying out that this was a dream, this wasn't real, but the truth was right in front of her eyes, she wouldn't be covered up by that cry.

"Young Noble." Qing Xuan watched as Qing Yun slowly fell, the pain in his heart surging to his heart, the sword in his hand swung even faster, but it could not save Qing Yun's life.

A sense of powerlessness accompanied with the sword in Qing Yun's body as he knelt down before her, falling into her embrace. The blood in his mouth stopped the last word he wanted to say to her.

"You! You! So ~ beautiful!" What he had said with all his might was his last compliment to her, his last farewell to her, and at that moment she was no longer as indifferent as she had been before, but very gentle. The pain of her heart being torn and torn was constantly beating against her heart, and the tears that accompanied the rain ran down her cheeks and across his face.

She hated herself for harming him time and time again, why she could never truly thank him for being unfair to her. She hated herself for being chosen by the assassin's guild to undergo all sorts of cruel training and complete all kinds of assassination missions.

Until she met him and brought her out of the assassination association, but he had accidentally killed a young master and was wanted by the kingdom. In order to save him, she had come to the poisonous thorn squad with almost no hope of surviving.

She had been hurting him. She knew his love, but there was nothing she could do. She desperately wanted to repay him, but in the end, what she got in return was his ice-cold corpse. She looked at him in her embrace as the guilt and self-blame unceasingly filled her heart. Tears gushed out like a river that had broken its banks. At this moment, she was crying like a child. She was crying so bitterly, but he was forever lying in her arms.

He came to a world filled with light. An old man stood before him. He looked at the old man kneeling on the ground. This old man was the ancestor of their family.

After the Ancestor left, he went into seclusion to cultivate. In the end, he broke through the final bottleneck and reached the transcendent Divine Emperor realm. As for the space they currently resided in, it was the starting space. The Forefather had used his divine power to show him everything he wanted to see, including Redbud and him.

He begged the Patriarch to grant him a new life, to return to that dark divine realm. The patriarch could not resist his pleas to arrange everything for him.

He waited for her to arrive in the tavern under the night sky while he drank. His handsome figure was accompanied by the flickering of the candlelight as he arrived before her. The two of them sat together after parting from each other. There were thousands of things to say in their hearts, but they didn't know where to start. He stood up and said to her, "Meeting is fate, and parting is part of it."

"There is no need for words of gratitude. "Since fate is like this, cherish the love that is hard to come by, and wish you happiness." After saying that, he left the store. The love in his heart had already become a thing of the past, and all that was left was a momentary memory. What remained in her heart was gratitude that she would never be able to repay.

He took the wine and walked down the path under the night sky, enjoying his peace. Abandoning his past, abandoning his memories of the past, he felt so relaxed. The starry sky lit up his path, illuminating an unknown destiny.

Wrong love and sorrow, no fate and no good words, leaving a person eventually become Jian Jia.

He searched the whole world for her. Where did he find her in his dreams?