Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 353 Saintess of Yin Mountain
(11)

It is a very dangerous thing to be exalted on the altar and regarded as a saint for no reason. It seems to tell you what talents and abilities you really have, but in fact it confuses the public with false ones.

No matter which era we live in, there seems to be a philosophy of life that is regarded as the truth-go forward to higher power and more wealth!Bow down to the prestige, be willing to be a slave to desire, for which you can sacrifice your life at all.

Who are you?What kind of background do you have?What kind of past?
Get these and you get everything!There will be fame and carols, there will be immortality, there will be men and women, what more do you need?

"Yeah, what else do I need?"

It was night, after Bai Feng left the sacred tree and holy place, he and Murong Yan went back to the inn to rest.

The boy threw the sword aside in a rare way, then his whole body went limp, and he lay down on the carved wooden bed unsuspectingly, even forgetting to close the window.

With disheveled hair, he looked sideways at the dark sky outside the window, the clouds surrounded the moonlight, and a little cold light came in from time to time.He looked up, and suddenly felt the hairs on his back tremble.

"Oracle?" Bai Feng sat up from the bed, talking to himself.

After a short pause, he immediately stood up and rushed to the door, knocked on Murong Yan's door, and called repeatedly: "Yan'er, Yan'er, I suddenly want to understand something!"

But after a while, the sound of Murong Yan's bare feet stepping on the floor came slowly, and after answering the door, she also replied: "Brother Feng, I knew you must not sleep well tonight, come in..."

The two entered the room, found an open space to sit down, and Bai Feng immediately asked, "Yan'er, do you still remember what Senior Yuan Feng told us about Master?"

"Well, I remember clearly that your master, Gao Zhu, is the descendant of the Gao family in Bohai." Murong Yan said, "Why did you bring this up suddenly? Could it be related to what we are encountering now?"

"Hehe..." Bai Feng laughed and said, "I just thought of some interesting things—"The Lonely Star Falls", maybe it's just a lie, just like they call me an "Oracle" today."

Murong Yan catered to her and said, "How do you explain this?"

"The only thing Duguqi and the others really want is you, Yan'er. They want you to go back and take charge of the overall situation again. As for the oracle's matter, it's just nonsense." Bai Feng continued to explain: "I thought Duguqi must be right. Xianbei legends are well known, and she knows very well that those who have the "witch's blood" will definitely meet a "destined person" to fulfill their destiny in this life."

After Bai Feng finished speaking, he looked at Murong Yan again, held her hand affectionately, and asked, "This is what you said when we first met, right?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that you remember better than me." Murong Yan showed a little timidity, nodded and smiled.

"Master has been troubled by that destiny all his life, but he said to me when he was dying, 'Nothing in this world is fixed, including the present and the future.' I think it was at that time that Master was finally willing to let go. The burden in my heart - because of my existence, it is enough to prove that he is not a 'lone star'."

"Then why did senior Dugu respect you as an oracle?" Murong Yan said, "No way, she really wants to ask you to be her 'son-in-law'!"

Bai Feng smiled helplessly, shook his head, and said: "I guess Dugu Qi has done this to any stranger who knows her former name. This is how she communicates with the secret agents of Yuyi Town. Looking for a priestess, or the Holy Maiden..."

"Then Miss Shen and the others are just tools to give birth to the Holy Son?" Murong Yan snorted, and broke away from the other's caress in disdain, and replied: "I hate it, I don't want to be a holy lady I'm just a little girl, I just want to be with you, to do more good things with you!"

After hearing this, Bai Feng suddenly recalled what he had thought when he just left the Holy Land, and he finally knew the exact answer.

"I don't like being an oracle either. Rather than staying in a cave and trying to survive, I want to see what else I can accomplish."

The night was cold and the moon was in the sky, but in this hut, there was a couple of beauties talking to each other all night, warming each other like clouds.They sat on the ground leaning against the wooden wall, hugging each other and sleeping.

The next day, when the daylight illuminated the hall, the two of them were woken up by the noise outside the inn one after another. They said good morning to each other for a while, but they broke in from the door of thorns without shouting.

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, they, they are all here!"

"Who is it?" Bai Feng and Murong Yan walked half a step away from each other, then said in unison tremblingly: "Who is outside?"

"It's the 'Sir Saint', and that scarlet ghost...and, a large number of pilgrims, they are all waiting outside!" Thorn was out of breath as he spoke, as if he had just run back and forth several times outside. "Why don't we sneak away?"

Bai Feng resolutely rebuffed, "No way, the matter hasn't been done yet, how can I escape?"

"Yes, the last position is still short, we have to take it no matter what!" Murong Yan met Bai Feng's eyes, and replied tacitly: "Let's go, let's go out together."

"Yan'er, are you really thinking about it?"

"Well, once things are settled, we'll leave right away!"

After all, the three of them walked out of the inn one after another, followed by the cheers of the common people like a tsunami.

"Is this the new Lady Saint?"

"No matter how you look at it, she looks like a girl from the neighbor's house?"

"Where did the previous saint go?"

It was the first time for Murong Yan to see so many people caring about her enthusiastically, so she felt a little embarrassed, and unconsciously hid behind Bai Feng.

But when I was young, the scarlet ghost came forward to greet you personally, she continued to manipulate that dry and ugly voice, and said: "My lord, please follow us back to the Holy Land, and continue to make pilgrimages for the new day." or pray?"

"But, I... I don't know what to do." Murong Yan was about to refuse, but she also leaned forward to help Dugu Qi's thin body, and asked again: "Holy...Holy aunt, I'm just a little girl , I don’t know how to lead everyone.”

"My lord saint, please rest assured, these things will be taught to you carefully when I grow old." Dugu Qi stretched out his palm and invited Murong Yan to the float again: "My lord saint, please move to the float."

Murong Yan made eye contact with Bai Feng and Jing Ji as a temporary farewell, then put her hand on Dugu Qi's palm, acquiescing to the other party's request.

"Oracle, you have to come together, no matter how unwilling you are to accept it, you are destined to become the leader of the Xianbei tribe." Dugu Qi exhorted Bai Feng with all his strength, and when facing Murong Yan, it was more of a plea. The disparity in treatment made Bai Feng affirm his previous inference.

Bai Feng responded silently, and when he watched the two walk to the parade float, he suddenly pretended to change his mind and said to Thorn: "Ah Jing, remember to mix in with the pilgrims and follow."

After all, the young swordsman straightened his clothes, walked into the saint's incense car in full view, and accepted the admiration of the pilgrims together with the others.

(End of this chapter)