The heavy rain for many days has finally passed, and the sycamore trees beside the Fengqi Pond in the castle have quietly grown into lush foliage.
"I heard that your engagement was annulled." A gloating voice came through the wind.
"If your fiancé dies, the engagement will naturally be invalidated and terminated." Wu Wuxia, who was sitting upright and playing the strings of the piano, corrected him eloquently.
"The engagement was still broken off." Mengyun Wuhen's figure appeared at the edge of Fengqi Pond, with an unconcealable excitement in his eyes.
It was rare to see the person in front of him deflated, but Meng Yun Wuhen felt indescribably happy in his heart. Whenever he saw the cold and aloof look of the person in front of him, Meng Yun Wuhen always had the idea of going up and punching him twice. But her reason told her that even though she was the core descendant of the contemporary Demon Sect, the person in front of her was by no means someone she could vent to at will.
Wu Wuxia remained calm: "Huh? You seem to be in a good mood."
It was clear that he was just speaking softly, but there was an awe-inspiring majesty in his words. Meng Yun Wuhen's aura weakened unconsciously. The next moment, when Meng Yun Wuhen reacted, he felt very angry.
This is what I've always hated about her, she's always been so self-righteous and condescending. Bah, pretentious! Mengyun Wuhen cursed fiercely in his heart.
"Do you need me to take action? When it comes to men, you may not understand as well as I do?" Mengyun Wuhen rolled his eyes and knelt down in front of the table.
Wu Wuxia glanced at her and said proudly: "He is just a man, but I have the strength and means to deal with him."
"How did that go?"
"If I take action myself, it will be easy to capture." After saying that, Meng Yun Wuhen took out a small sachet from his arms and handed it over.
The two of them whispered again, and not long after, Meng Yun Wuhen stood up and left.
"The Demon Sect is indeed a bunch of immature wolf cubs." Guard Wu Zilong slowly walked out from the side room holding a snow-white silver gun with sharp eyes.
"Blue Sky and Blue Blood" is the name handed down from generation to generation for this snow-white silver spear, which is one of the top ten famous spears of the Desolate tribe. It was cast by Lu Wuya, a master caster of the generation, using cold iron from outside the region. It was Lu Wuya's proudest work in his life. Later, it became the portable weapon of the Spear Immortal Luo Chengfeng and became famous all over the world. After the death of Gun Immortal Luo Chengfeng, he was eventually acquired by the Wu family.
"It's just what we need. It's too pretentious to talk about friendship. Besides, the people of the Demon Sect are cunning and trustless, and they put profit first. Haven't you and I already known that?"
"Have you found out?"
"Yes, miss. His name is Si Wu Lu. He is a newly promoted military commander of the Imperial Military Academy. He is currently serving in the army at Yumen Pass Border Fortress."
"Okay! Very good! He made me suffer such humiliation. I want him to live and die." Wu Wuxia's face was covered with frost.
The Wu family is a long-established family, and Wanfeng City is its birthplace. For many years, it has ruled the Eastern Territory of the Wilderness as a giant businessman, and has been intermarried with the wealthy families of the Imperial Capital for generations. Its influence has already penetrated all the major provinces of the Wilderness. Since the founding of the Wu family, there has never been such a humiliation of an annulment. In Wu Wuxia's heart, he longed to cut Si Wu Lu into pieces with a thousand swords.
"Yes, miss. I will send someone to capture him immediately."
"No, I'm going to do it myself this time."
"Yes, miss, I'll make arrangements right away." Wu Zilong bowed quietly and then left.
Wu Wuxia stopped playing with the strings and looked to the northwest, looking past the sycamore trees by the pool to the floating clouds at the end of the sky. At the same time, several white pigeons in the castle flapped their wings and flew into the vast and endless sky under the gaze of their owner.
"She is really a careful woman. After all, she never regards me as one of her own." Meng Yun Wuhen turned to look at the castle. The feeling of being locked by the Qi machine just now suddenly disappeared after leaving the castle.
Many years ago, she was just a very ordinary disciple in the Demon Sect. The young Wu Wuxia found her when she was also young. After obtaining the Wu family's resources, she began to show her prominence in the Demon Sect, and now she is a core disciple. Although Wu Wuxia said that there was a win-win cooperation between the two, in fact, Wu Wuxia was responsible for the orders and she was responsible for the execution.
"Is that that man?" Meng Yun Wuhen thought of the young man wearing white clothes and holding a silver gun who followed Wu Wuxia all year round.
"Such a powerful man is not inferior even to those highnesses in the Demon Sect, but he is willing to become a bodyguard. The background of a wealthy family is really terrifying."
"What on earth does she want to do? This is not in line with the Wu family's consistent style of not intervening in the military affairs of the Desolate tribe." Meng Yun Wuhen thought about what Wu Wuxia had explained.
The Wu clan is different from other aristocratic families. Although they rose up accompanying the ancient emperor in his conquests, the descendants of the Wu clan no longer paid attention to the military and political matters of the Huang clan. Instead, they were obsessed with business. After hundreds of generations without seeing any decline, the Wanfeng Wu clan is now as wealthy as any country in the world, and its strength is unfathomable.
"Could it be that the current Wu family has finally abandoned the ideals of their ancestors and begun to pursue power?" With full of questions, Meng Yun Wuhen left Wanfeng City.
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Yumenguan Military Fortress, School Martial Arts Square.
Countless ink flags almost covered the entire sky, flying fiercely with the strong wind in the border fortress, and they kept making loud noises. From a distance, it looks like a pure black scroll floating in the air in the wind.
Suddenly, along with the fierce sound of military drums, a powerful horn also resounded throughout the entire school square.
At this time, I suddenly heard someone singing loudly. When he finished singing the first line, behind him were the three armies in the school square singing in unison:
How can I say that I have no clothes? Be in the same robe as your son.
The king raised his army and repaired my spear. I share the same hatred with my son.
How can I say that I have no clothes? Tongze with Zi.
The king raised his army and repaired my spear and halberd. Work together with your son.
How can I say that I have no clothes? Wear the same clothes as your son.
The king raised his troops and repaired my armor. Go with me.
This is a war song that belongs exclusively to the soldiers of the Desolate tribe. It was composed by a retired veteran during the Emperor Wu era for the soldiers of the Desolate tribe who were about to go on an expedition. Li Muran had heard it countless times in his life, but even though he was already familiar with it, at this moment, when the song sounded, Li Muran still sang in response unconsciously.
"I didn't expect to meet again in such a scene." Li Muran gently stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist and silently looked at the young man on the other side of the ring.
It was the young man who drew his sword to help during the bandit suppression operation that day, and finally killed the bandit leader with fierce means. At this time, he was holding the scabbard at his waist with his left hand and standing there with his eyes closed. Quietly, motionless, just standing at the other end of the ring, like a silent statue.
Li Muran stroked the sword on his waist again. It was the Ming Suzaku, ranked second among the top ten famous swords of the Desolate clan. The ancestors of the sword clan have used it to defeat many strong opponents and kill countless opponents.
Li Muran looked down at the bugle on his chest again, which had "2827" clearly printed on it. There is a clear rule in Dahuang's military headquarters that every soldier has a unique number. When that soldier retires or dies, the number will be permanently sealed. It will not be until his direct descendants join the army that the number will be automatically activated and inherited.
"2827" is the military number worn by his ancestors of the Sword Clan. Numerous military achievements have been recorded on the military number 2827, which is the supreme honor of the Sword Clan.
Li Muran recalled the illustrious military achievements recorded on the military number 2828. At this time, these four numbers seemed to have great magic power, making Li Muran's blood boil. At this moment, Li Muran suddenly felt as if his whole body was full of power, and there seemed to be a burning flame in his body, as if he wanted to vent it out soon.
This battle is not only related to his future in the military, but also to defend the undefeated myth and legend of the Sword Clan.
When he looked at his opponent at the other end of the ring again, Li Muran's eyes were no longer filled with appreciation, but with endless fighting spirit.
"Little man, no matter what this time, you must win!" Yan Meigui in the audience looked worriedly at Si Wulu, who was standing quietly in the ring.
Although the little man she was in love with seemed to only regard her as a sister and not as a lover.
If he doesn't like me, it's his business. I like him, it's none of his business.
Therefore, after learning that he was going to participate in the military academy competition today, she still suspended the operation of the Peace Hotel to cheer him on.
This kind of military academy competition only happens once every five years. It is only for the young and outstanding talents in the military, and only the big shots with the rank of major general or above are qualified to nominate and report the outstanding talents of their subordinates.
There are many ways to be promoted in the Desolate Clan military department. Some are promoted based on military merit, some are promoted based on background, some are promoted by important figures, and some are promoted normally. And this one is undoubtedly the fastest. This was also the military regulation specially set by Wu Zu for the young Huahuang tribe’s army.
At this time, Yan Meigui, who was sitting on the seat, clasped her hands together and prayed silently, because this was most likely the only time in Si Wulu's life for him to be quickly promoted and the only opportunity to step into the powerful stage of the Desolate tribe's military department.
And people like Si Wulu who do not have a strong background cannot afford to lose. Once they miss it, there will be no future.
Therefore, Si Wulu needs such an opportunity more than anyone else.
