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The breeze slowly swept through the woods, bringing with it the eerie sound of owls and the shadows of the trees. In the deep suburban jungle, a bright light is moving slowly. It follows the guidance of the starry sky and follows the shadow of the spire of the pagoda on the mountain. Needless to say, the owners of this fire are Bai Feng and Murong Yan.
The two heroes used the torches in their hands to gradually lift the dark curtain of the long night, and found a winding path in the forest with intertwined branches, roots and leaves, and gravel. Surrounded by silence, it is easy for people to have the illusion that there are only two people walking in the forest between heaven and earth, and nothing else. But the eerie owl call that comes with the wind from time to time reminds people again that this is a dangerous wilderness.
The ominous sound of "woo woo" made the girl following Bai Feng feel uneasy. In the past, a girl from an aristocratic family like Murong Yan would have never imagined groping through the dense foliage, but for Bai Feng, it was a common occurrence. It's hard to imagine that people with such completely different experiences could stay together for a period of time. This may be due to their similar natures.
Murong Yan held the torch with trembling hands. Every time the owl's mournful cry came from the depths of the forest, it was enough to make her chest twitch suddenly. Looking up at the nothingness around him, a fear of the unknown slowly came from deep in his heart.
"The chirping of birds is so permeable..." Murong Yan couldn't help but say in fear.
In order to comfort Murong Yan, the young man walking in front deliberately put down his steps, walked to her side, and asked: "What's wrong? Is it just a common owl sound?"
Murong Yan replied: "In my hometown, people think this bird can bring disaster, so they often drive it away, cook and kill it."
"But this bird is a 'good bird' for farmers!" Bai Feng said with a hint of warm concern in his mocking words: "Owls are not polite to those mice that steal food!"
"So that's it!" Murong Yan's face became a little more happy, and she continued to ask Bai Feng interesting things about the owl.
Although the torches in the hands of these two people are not enough to dispel all the darkness, they are enough to prop up a warm and bright "small world" in the dark world. This "small world" is full of beautiful things called hope, attracting people passing by to cheer for it. Everyone who met on the road who was willing to lend a helping hand to the two of them was attracted by their excellent qualities. Believe that its fire will one day dispel the darkness and usher in a real tomorrow.
After walking for a long time, the two found a sheltered place to rest temporarily. This journey to find the sword is far from simple as imagined, at least for now they still have no clue. After walking along the cliff for a long time, I couldn't see any clues. Such a meaningless search, like looking for a needle in a haystack, would only make people more confused. In order to delay the arrival of negative emotions, they made a small gathering in the clearing in the forest, sat side by side on a nearby tree trunk, and thought hard about good ideas.
The pile of flames burned quietly, and the scattered sparks were particularly eye-catching in the dark night. When you raised your head, you could see the twinkling stars; the wind in the forest was as gentle as the sound of a silent flute, and the lovers on the side spoke softly. With the song...
"Yan'er, what are you singing? It's so beautiful."
"This is what my mother often sang when Yan'er was young. She used the 'Xianbei dialect'. As for what she was singing, Yan'er also forgot, hehe." Murong Yan said with a silly smile. It seemed that in her mind everything about her mother was good.
Bai Feng pursed her lips and smiled in response. When she saw the other party's charming smile, her inner melancholy seemed to be washed away in an instant. While talking and laughing, a few crisp calls came from above their heads. Murong Yan raised her eyes keenly and watched, as if she knew what was coming in advance.
I saw a small figure lingering among the branches for a while, then fluttered its wings and landed on Murong Yan's shoulder. It turns out to be just a nightingale bird! It has brown down, its beak is slightly open, and it makes a melodious cry, as if responding to the girl's song just now.
"Okay! Little guy, have you seen an iron sword with a dark purple scabbard?" Murong Yan said while caressing Nightingale's body.
After smelling it, the nightingale suddenly raised its little head, and the white down on its throat looked particularly cute. Then it jumped up from Murong Yan's shoulder, flapped its wings and flew straight to somewhere in the forest, making pleasant chirping sounds from time to time.
Seeing this, Murong Yan hurriedly stood up, picked up the torch, borrowed fire from the fire in the forest, and urged Bai Feng, who was still looking shocked, to set off to follow him. The young man then smiled again. After all, he had seen and heard even the most amazing things, so it was not surprising. The two men immediately held a torch each and hurried away in the direction of the sound.
After a while, the two of them walked through the bushes and reached a low-lying swampy area. A gurgling clear spring flows down from the high rock. It reflects the light of the fire, and the silhouette of the incoming visitor shines on the water. And that cute nightingale was jumping and singing on the water.
Bai Feng stepped forward with incredible feelings, walked to the side of the little bird, held up the torch and shined a light, and the Longming Sword was lying in the shallow pool! The young man then reached out to pick up the long-lost sword and looked at it for a moment: the scabbard and the sword accidentally separated when falling off the cliff, causing serious damage to the sword body. Fortunately, it did not crack or chip. This may be the sword. The toughness of it.
A moment later, Murong Yan on the other side also found the dark purple scabbard. Just when they were cheering for joy, unexpectedly, the nightingale suddenly made rapid repeated sounds one after another. This sound was very different from the cry just now, which made Murong Yan couldn't help but ask: "Little guy, what's wrong?"
The little guy's screams continued, and he flapped his wings in the air. Murong Yan's torch illuminated clearly, as if it was warning something. When Bai Feng saw this strange situation, he felt bad. He raised his eyebrows and looked around, only to see pairs of bright spots approaching the place where he was in the darkness.
"It's not good, it's a wolf!" Bai Feng roared: "Did the sound attract them? Or have they been waiting for the owner of this sword to come?"
Shao Qing, pairs of hungry eyes were approaching, and six sperm-like wolves were approaching the two of them in an encircling manner. They all have black manes, and the lips under their noses are dripping with saliva. They clenched their teeth to make their expressions very ferocious, and they let out low screams from their throats.
The nightingale flapped its wings frantically towards Murong Yan, as if urging her to run away. Bai Feng also protected Murong Yan in front of her, raising the broken Longming Sword and the torch in her left hand to drive away the eager wolves. Then she looked behind at the source of the flowing water and shouted: "Yan'er, climb up quickly. That Gao Yan!" As soon as he finished speaking, a ferocious wolf attacked from the left side of the young man and bit his hand holding the torch tightly. "Bastard!" The young man raised his sword and stabbed it. Because the sword blade was bluntly corroded, he could only It penetrated the wolf's throat without passing through the body. The fierce wolf's clenched teeth gradually loosened, and it lay weakly on the ground, blood pouring out of its throat.
"Go quickly!" Bai Feng roared again.
"Brother Feng!" Murong Yan saw that the young man's left hand was badly bitten, and his white clothes blended with the bright red. She choked and replied, "I'll go right away!" After that, she took the torch and sword. Sheath, waded through the water to the high rock, followed the instructions of the little nightingale, and climbed to the high rock.
Bai Feng fights and retreats. The current Longming Sword does not have the ability to kill the enemy with one blow. Moreover, he is facing a pack of hungry wolves, so he must not be reluctant to fight. Unable to hold the torch with his injured left hand, he threw the torch at an oncoming ferocious wolf. He immediately jumped into a shallow pool and waded across the river.
The ferocious wolf that was hit was knocked unconscious for a moment, and then was frightened back by the flames. The other four wolves became more courageous as they fought, and followed Bai Feng into the water. Of course, their agility is of no use in the river, and they can only watch the white phoenix climb up to the high rocks. Even so, they did not give up chasing their prey. It was still stroking its sharp claws under the high rock and making threatening screams from its mouth.
This confrontation lasted for a long time. Seeing that the bite on Bai Feng's left arm was serious, Murong Yan was afraid of missing the opportunity for treatment and causing trouble, so she offered her own blood to Bai Feng again. She used the worn Longming Sword and wiped it on her palm several times before some blood came out. Despite this, she still endured the pain and finished treating the wound.
After treating their injuries, they saw that the wolves at the foot of the rock still refused to leave. In addition, the two of them were tired, so they simply spent the night on that high rock. Seeing Murong Yan doing this for herself, Bai Feng felt ashamed. At the same time, in order to appease her frightened heart, she raised her white lips and said to the girl beside her: "Thank you for your hard work..."
"Being able to follow Brother Feng is the greatest good thing that has happened to Yan'er." After Murong Yan said this, she angrily threw the torch in her hand at the group of wolves under the rock, then smiled like a child and said: "See if I can throw it accurately. allow!"
"Haha." Bai Feng joked: "It was too dark, I didn't see it."
"Disgusting!" After Murong Yan said this, she leaned into the other person's arms and said, "This way you can see..."
The sky was the roof, the earth was the bed, and the birdsong was the silk bamboo. The two of them rested against the stone wall for a night.
