The misty sword behind his back suddenly responded, the true energy surged into his back, and the sword suddenly flew out, as bright as a moon wheel, and struck in front of him with a clang.
"A sword of frost and cold touches the autumn ground, and the roar of the dragon spring cuts off thousands of enemies. The blood bathes Kunlun and soaks the hero's courage, and the evil spirits kill them all without leaving a trace."
Furious, Fu Yunge lowered his eyebrows and hummed, before his eyes a vast expanse of loess.
Suddenly, he raised his foot and kicked it, and the Misty Sword immediately flew up, carrying pieces of flying earth and sand, and returned to his palm.
Burning with anger, he swung away the cold light with a sword, his sleeves and robes fluttering, just like the desolate water of Yi, and the knight bid farewell.
Behind him, the flames roared like thousands of wild horses galloping.
On the other side, Bai Wuque gradually regained consciousness after he stopped bleeding. He healed himself according to medical principles. He held two pieces of rubble in his hands and slowly performed the Stone-Stricken Kung Fu, allowing his true energy to circulate around the sky.
Feeling okay, he slowly stood up and walked out of the half door.
The sea of fire licking outside suddenly shocked him. Taking two steps back, fortunately, I saw Fu Yunge speeding towards this direction.
Fu Yunge came to the rescue with his sword in hand. Seeing that the flames were about to burn Bai Wuque's house, he immediately swiped his sword. The sword wind cuts off the connection between the flames and the house, clearing the area that isolates the fire source.
When Bai Wuque saw him coming, he felt a little calmer.
"Leader Bai, are you okay?" Fu Yunge avoided the flames and ran to him.
Bai Wuque rubbed the severed ear, sighed, shook his head and said, "It's okay now."
His wound was simply wrapped with gauze, and patches of blood seeped out from time to time. The firelight illuminated his pale face, which made him look extremely weak.
At this time, Tumi also rushed over from a distance.
The three were able to reunite. Fu Yunge asked about the situation of the refugees, and Tumi nodded seriously: "Don't worry, they are safe."
Fu Yunge felt a little relieved. If this is the case, then they can go about doing big things with peace of mind.
Just as he was thinking this, Bai Wuque's eyes suddenly lit up and he said to the air: "Look, you two, is there something in the sky?"
Fu Yunge and Tumi were startled at the same time and turned to look.
Suddenly, in the hazy blood mist, there seemed to be a circling yellow eagle.
"That's... it carries a letter!" Fu Yunge's eyes were sharpest, and he quickly saw clearly that Huang Ying was carrying a lot of things.
It seems that Huang Ying has found Shuanggan Town, but the blazing sea of fire prevents him from landing.
Bai Wuque looked at it for a while, and gradually realized that it was our sect's trust bird.
"We have to find a way to let it see us." Bai Wuque said to the two of them.
Fu Yunge smiled slightly: "This is not difficult, but does it recognize me?"
Bai Wuque was waiting for a question, but unexpectedly Fu Yunge had already taken a step forward and grabbed his waist. They felt Fu Yunge leap hard towards the roof, and the two of them jumped onto the roof.
"Hey, come down!" Fu Yunge whistled several times, but the yellow eagle just turned a deaf ear.
Bai Wuque thought for a while and said nothing. Because Huang Ying transmits messages, what is needed when receiving the messages is the signal from Jiu Meng. But after not using it for so long, he almost forgot about it.
"I'll teach you." After thinking for a moment, Bai Wuque said to Fu Yunge.
He is now exhausted and out of breath. Therefore, Huang Ying could only hear it clearly by Fu Yunge.
He told Fu Yunge the secret. Fu Yunge thought for a moment and nodded confidently.
"Don't sing, it's difficult to travel, please sing and you'll be drinking wine. I'll have a lot of troubles in my sheep's intestines, but three hundred coins will please my mouth. After the Zhou and Qin Dynasties came, the Han and Tang Dynasties came, and the mayflies disappeared from the world..."
Word by word, a drinking song with a rough tone hovered in the air. Fu Yunge sang generously at first, but when he caught a glimpse of Tumi covering his mouth and suppressing laughter, his ears started to turn red.
Bai Wuque explained from the side: "This is the drinking song chosen by everyone in the Jiu Meng. In fact, only one or two lines were enough in the past. Maybe the fire is so strong now that it can't be heard clearly."
Fu Yunge sang a few more lines, his tone was weird and very market-like, which was in line with the style of a hero from the Wine Alliance.
Finally, the yellow eagle, which was only visible in mid-air, seemed to recognize its own song, and circled gradually lowered.
In order not to let it lose its way, Fuyun sang even harder and was meticulous. Although he had already heard Tumi's laughter below, he had no choice...
However, the hard work finally paid off, and the yellow eagle flew down and landed on his shoulder.
"Hey..." Fu Yunge breathed a long sigh of relief and finally calmed down.
The two jumped down from the roof and met Tumi. Fu Yunge glared at Tumi in displeasure, but Tumi ignored him, but kept smiling when he looked at him.
Bai Wuque removed everything on it in a few clicks. It looks very complicated, no wonder Yellow Eagle is used.
Fu Yunge got the letter on Huang Ying's lap first, while Bai Wuque grabbed the piece of cloth and the brocade bag. Tumi wandered back and forth between the two of them, both wanting to see what it was about.
Fu Yunge quickly opened the letter. Seeing that it was Dongfang Shiming's handwriting, he felt a little reassured.
Looking at the new content again, Fu Yunge was suddenly stunned in place as if he was shaken by five thunders.
Tumi saw something wrong with his expression and immediately came over to read what was written on it.
It turned out that Dongfang Shiming's letter was a warning for them not to rush into action rashly. Dongfang Shiming expected that Jiuche Xiaoying might launch a raid on Shuanggan Town in the near future, so he told them to stay on guard and not disperse.
Unfortunately, this letter came too late.
Fu Yunge slowly raised his head and saw that there was only one mast left outside. Their hearts were filled with fear. Their main force must be to annihilate their master and the seniors from Zuichen Township.
"Sigh... If this letter had come a moment earlier, it wouldn't have happened..." Fu Yunge recalled the tragedies in Shuanggan Town, his heart was shaking, and he was in constant pain.
Tumi held his hand beside him, and the slightly cool temperature of Tumi's small hand made him regain his composure quickly.
That's right. Although it is irreparable, they are not irreparable. Sooner or later, he would have to find Jiuche Xiaoying to get all of this debt back.
But when they looked away from the letter, they looked at Bai Wuque again, only to find that he had fallen into a deeper silence.
The two of them leaned a little closer. Reflecting the firelight, they were surprised to find that there were two tears on Bai Wuque's face.
He himself didn't quite understand why he was crying.
"Junior brother...Nanshan..." He murmured alone, his eyes empty and blank, like a puppet whose soul had been stripped away.
Fu Yunge shook his arm and called out: "Leader Bai...Leader Bai, are you okay?"
But Tumi saw the brocade bag opened next to him, revealing a corner of a small wooden box.
"This is..." Fu Yunge was pulled over by Tumi and carefully took out the small wooden box.
Bai Wuque lowered his head: "Give this to me. My own affairs have nothing to do with you."
