Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 607 The Forgotten City

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In the early morning, a flute sound drifted in from somewhere, faint but clear, without a trace of distraction, as if the performer was just following his heart.

In this secret place in the mountains, no matter what kind of sound it is, it will eventually merge with the mountain. However, the sound of the flute is incessant, and it has found its own place among the sounds of leaves rustling in the forest and the chirping of birds, just like a solitary orchid in a valley.

——The sound of the flute was melodious, almost spreading throughout the valley along with the sound of the wind.

Yu Wenxuan was awakened by the wind and got up from the temporary floor bed. In the corridor of the wooden house, there was a hammock made of hemp rope, which looked very simple. The person sleeping here was deliberately blocking Yu Wenxuan from doing anything.

There was a beautiful lady with her hair down, putting on makeup in front of the mirror.

Yu Wenxuan did not dare to be presumptuous. He looked away and stepped forward to bow and said, "Miss A Ke, did you have a good rest last night?"

"Nothing could be better than last night. I slept soundly and when I woke up I could hear my brother's flute." Yu Ke answered while dressing herself up.

"Is the flute played by Brother Bai?" Yu Wenxuan was slightly surprised, and then asked with concern: "I see that this hammock is made very roughly. It shouldn't be very comfortable to lie on, right?"

"I'm used to it. I'm not like you nobles, who are so delicate." Yu Ke braided her hair, stood up, put her sword on her waist, and replied, "Master Yuwen, you don't think I'll let my guard down just because you care about me a little bit, right? I advise you to put these thoughts away. Even if there are ten of you standing in front of me, I have the confidence to beat them all down."

Yu Wenxuan showed a rather forced and awkward smile. Seeing that Yu Ke was dressed like she was going on a long journey, he couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going later? Why don't you take me with you?"

"We are going to visit the graves. This matter has nothing to do with you, an outsider. Master Yuwen doesn't have to go."

"That means I can choose to go with you. Is that correct?"

Yu Ke sneered and continued, "Then come with me."

Yuwen Xuan nodded respectfully to express his joy, and then the two of them followed the grass path to another building. Bai Feng was teaching Xier how to blow the bamboo flute, and Murong Yan was busy preparing offerings for tomb sweeping.

"Can you, father and daughter, come and help pick some yarrow in the backyard?" Murong Yan's voice came from the other side. Bai Feng immediately put down the bamboo flute, took Xier out of the house, and happened to meet Yu Ke and Yu Wenxuan.

Yu Ke first explained the situation to Bai Feng, saying, "Brother, Master Yu Wen said he wants to come too."

"Then let's go together! Brother Yuwen, thank you for your hospitality. There is nothing in my humble room to entertain you, but you still want to go to sweep the graves with us." Bai Feng patted the other's arm, his eyes full of admiration.

Yu Wenxuan saluted and said, "Who said I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. We have been comrades-in-arms for a long time, but I was in the situation before and refused to believe it. Now that we are at the end of the road, we have just realized it. As a comrade-in-arms, this is what I should do."

"Oh, that's a lot of nice words." Yu Ke said sarcastically, "Anyway, I will keep an eye on you. Even if you are guilty and deliberately don't look at me, I will know where you are."

"I'm not feeling guilty, I'm just being polite. As the saying goes, don't look at anything inappropriate!" Yu Wenxuan said righteously.

Bai Feng sensed something was wrong and pushed Xier to the backyard to avoid the public, muttering, "Xier, let's go pick the magic grass together!"

When the tributes were ready and the people were gathered, everyone set out towards the tombstone.

After the death of White Snake Immortal Gao Zui, Bai Feng buried him personally behind a hillside near Zhulu. There was no road to follow there, only the approximate location, so no one had ever gone to disturb him.

"Sister Chun's tomb has been moved by Lord Yang to the pagoda forest of a temple in Yangcheng. Since they don't come here often, we can go and see it when we have time in the future." Murong Yan walked among the group of people, holding the child, and Bai Feng personally led the way in front of her.

Xier had obviously not yet adapted to such a steep terrain. She had to use all her strength to take each step, even using her hands and feet. Seeing this, Bai Feng decided to first clear a path with Yuwen Xuan, and then go together with everyone else. This way, they wouldn't have to look back and forth as they walked along the mountain road.

Yu Wenxuan picked up the tool and cleared the way. He swung it stiffly and was out of breath after a few strokes. Yu Ke couldn't stand it anymore and rushed over to grab the tool and said, "Go down and wait. I have to do it!"

"Okay, okay..." Yu Wenxuan was frightened by Yu Ke's inexplicable ruthlessness, and he hid beside Murong Yan to amuse Xier, although Xier didn't want to pay attention to him. After a while, a temporary dirt road appeared in the mountains.

Bai Feng jumped down from the height, let Xier jump on his back, and said, "Xier, do you want to see how big this world is?"

"I do." Xier looked at the long-awaited father in front of her with extremely earnest eyes.

"Come, Yan'er, help me." Bai Feng carried Xi'er on his back and slowly stood up: "See, that's Yangcheng, Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang are there."

As he spoke, Bai Feng had already walked towards the tombstone ahead of everyone else.

"Dad, aren't you tired?" Xier asked.

Bai Feng said, "That's nothing. Xi'er, look over there again!"

"Where?" Xier widened her eyes, not knowing where Bai Feng was pointing.

Bai Feng said, "That's Yinshan. You can't see it now, right? As long as we climb over this mountain and several bigger mountains, we will be able to see it - that's your mother's hometown. There are countless cattle, sheep and horses running freely in the endless grassland. People with different looks and different languages ​​live here, just wanting to live a good life every day."

"Are there a lot of cattle and sheep?" Xier asked, "Can you bring a cow here? That way, during the hunting ban period, Uncle Yang, Aunt Yang and mother won't have to work so hard when they farm the land."

Bai Feng said, "Of course! Ask mother how much she wants, and I'll bring back that much!"

After saying this, Bai Feng turned around and looked at Murong Yan: As a mother, she had given almost everything; and as a wife, she had lived up to her former vow as a saint.

  ——That person is my destined one, and his fate will be closely linked with mine from now on. So I will follow him regardless of life or death!

"Watch the road! Be careful not to trip." Murong Yan's eyes were red, but she still tried to remain calm. After the reminder, they came to the tomb of the White Snake Immortal.

There was nothing special about the tombstone. It was just a piece of stone that Bai Feng found at random. There was not even any text carved on it. However, there were continuous scales embedded in the rock, forming a pattern that was even more peculiar than any traces of human carving.

Judging from the shape, it looks like a snake.

Bai Feng put Xi'er down, knelt down in front of the tombstone, and said, "That white snake has merged with Master's tomb? What kind of chance is this!"

Then, Murong Yan placed the offerings for the memorial ceremony, and then sprinkled water soaked in yarrow on herself, clasped her fingers in front of her chest, and began to chant a ballad about remembering the dead.

——Master, I am back to fulfill my promise before leaving.

——Perhaps in the eyes of worldly people I have accomplished nothing, but I firmly believe that my existence has indeed helped many people find themselves and regain control of their own destiny!

——They call me a hero, but I don't think so. I think I can do more. Until I can no longer swing the sword, until the day I really die, only then will I be qualified to be a real hero, just like Master.

The ballad was still being sung, but Bai Feng was silent. He stood up and walked away, asking Yu Ke to take Xier to burn incense. They also called Gao Zhui their master, even though they had never met him.

Yu Wenxuan asked Bai Feng: "Brother Bai, where do you want to go next?"

"Anywhere."

Yu Wenxuan was puzzled: "What?"

“Anywhere I am needed is my destination.”

(End of this chapter)