Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 71
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A light wind swept slowly through the woods, bringing with it the eerie sound of owls and the swaying shadows of trees.In the secluded suburban jungle, there is a bright light moving slowly.It followed the guidance of the starry sky and followed the shadow of the spire of the Buddha Pagoda on the mountain.Needless to say, the masters of this firelight 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 where the branches were intertwined, the roots and leaves were rambling, and the gravels were all over the place.In the quiet surroundings, it is easy for people to have an illusion: as if there are only two people pacing in the forest between the heaven and the earth, and there is nothing else.It's just that the treacherous owl chirping in the wind from time to time reminds people that this is a dangerous field.

The ominous sound of "woo woo" made the girl behind Bai Feng uneasy.To talk about groping forward in the lush foliage where you can't see your fingers, in the past, a girl from an aristocratic family like Murong Yan had never imagined it, but for Bai Feng, it was a common occurrence.It's hard to imagine that people with such completely different experiences can stay together for a while, which may be because of their similar nature.

Murong Yan's hand holding the torch trembled, and every time an owl's lament 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 the depths of his heart.

"This bird's chirping is so intimidating..." 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 footsteps, walked to her side, and asked, "What's wrong, it's just the usual sound of owls?"

Murong Yan replied: "In my hometown, people think that this bird can cause disaster, so they often drive and kill it."

"But this bird is a 'good bird' for the peasants!" Bai Feng said with a hint of warm concern in his suspected smirk, "The owl is not polite to those mice who steal food!"

"So that's how it is!" Murong Yan's face became a little more cheerful, 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, it is 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 passers-by to fuel it.All the people who are willing to lend a helping hand to the two of them on the way are attracted by their excellent qualities.Believe in its light, one day it can dispel the darkness and usher in a real tomorrow.

After walking for a while, the two found a sheltered place to rest for a while.This journey to find the sword is far less simple than 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. This kind of meaningless search like looking for a needle in a haystack will only make people more confused.In order to delay the arrival of negative emotions, they made a small meeting pile in the clearing in the forest, and sat side by side on the tree trunk, thinking hard about the best way to do it.

The pile of flames burns quietly, and the scattered sparks are especially eye-catching in the dark night, and when you raise your head, you can see the more scintillating stars; and sing...

"Yan'er, what are you singing? It's so nice."

"This is what my mother often sang when Yan'er was a child, using 'Xianbei dialect'. As for what she sang, Yan'er also forgot, hehe." Murong Yan laughed.It seemed that everything about her mother was all right in her heart.

Bai Feng pursed his lips and responded with a smile. Seeing the other party's sweet smile, his inner melancholy seemed to be washed away in an instant.While chatting and laughing, a few crisp cry came from the top of the two of them.Murong Yan raised her eyes sharply, as if she knew in advance what was coming.

I saw a small figure wandering between the branches and shadows for a while, and then immediately landed on Murong Yan's shoulder.It was just a nightingale bird!It has tan fluff, its beak is slightly open, and it makes a roaring cry, which seems to be responding to the young girl's singing.

"Okay! Little guy, have you seen an iron sword with a dark purple scabbard?" Murong Yan said while stroking Nightingale's body.

After Nightingale heard it, she straightened her little head, and the white fluff between her throat looked especially cute.Then it jumped from Murong Yan's shoulders, fluttered its wings, and went straight to somewhere in the forest, and made a nice chirping sound every now and then.

Seeing this, Murong Yan hurriedly got up and picked up the torch, borrowed the fire from the forest fire, and urged Bai Feng, who was still shocked, to set off quickly to follow.The teenager then smiled again, after all, no matter how miraculous things have been seen and heard, it is not surprising.The two immediately held a torch each and hurried away in the direction of the chirping sound.

Shao Qing, the two walked through the bushes, and arrived at a low-lying swampy place.The gurgles of clear springs flowed down from the high rock, and it was shrouded in firelight, and the figure of the future shone on the water.And that lovely nightingale jumped on the water and sang.

Bai Feng bullied him with an unbelievable mood, walked to the side of the bird, raised the torch and took a picture, the Long Mingjian was lying in the shallow pool!The teenager immediately reached out and picked up the long-lost sword, and looked at it for a while: because the scabbard and the sword were accidentally separated while falling off the cliff, the blade was seriously damaged, but fortunately it didn't crack. This may be the sword. toughness.

After a while, Murong Yan on the other side also found the dark purple scabbard.Just as they should be cheering and jumping for joy, the nightingale suddenly made rapid repeated sounds one after another.This voice was so different from the cry just now that Murong Yan couldn't help asking, "Little guy, what's wrong?"

The little guy's cries were still continuous, and his wings fluttered in the air. Murong Yan's torches illuminated it clearly, as if it was warning something.Seeing this abnormality, Bai Feng felt an uneasy feeling in his heart.Raising his eyebrows and looking around, he saw that in the darkness, pairs of bright spots were approaching where he was.

"It's not good, it's a wolf!" Bai Feng roared, "Could it be the sound that attracted them? Or are they waiting for the owner of this sword to come?"

Leaning less, a pair of hungry eyes approached him, and six fine wolves approached the two of them in a surrounding manner.They all have black manes, spittle from their lips under their noses, clench their teeth to make their expressions very hideous, and let out a low growl in their throats.

Nightingale flapped her wings frantically towards Murong Yan, as if urging her to flee.Bai Feng was also in front of Murong Yan, holding up the broken Long Ming sword and the torch in his left hand, driving away the wolves who were eager to try, and immediately looked at the source of the flowing water behind, and shouted: "Yan'er, quickly climb up. That Gao Yan!" As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce wolf attacked from the boy's left side and clenched his hand holding the torch, "Bastard!" It was able to pierce the wolf's throat, but not through the body.The fierce wolf's clenched teeth gradually loosened, and he fell to the ground weakly, blood gushing out of its throat.

"Let's go!" Bai Feng shouted angrily again.

"Brother Feng!" Murong Yan saw that the boy's left hand was bitten out of shape, and the white clothes blended with the blood-colored bright red. She choked back and said, "I'll go!" After that, she took the torch and sword. Sheath, waded to the high rock, followed the instructions of the little nightingale, and climbed to the high rock.

Bai Feng fights and retreats, the current Long Mingjian does not have the ability to kill the enemy with one blow, and it is faced with hungry wolves, so it is absolutely impossible to fight.Unable to hold the torch in his injured left hand, he threw it at a fierce wolf who had come in for a surprise attack, and immediately jumped into the shallow pool and waded across the river.

The fierce wolf that was smashed fainted for a moment, and then was scared away by the flames for a few battles.The other four wolves became more and more brave, and followed Bai Feng into the water.Of course, their agility was useless in the river, and they could only watch Bai Feng climb up to the high rock.Even so, they didn't give up chasing their prey.Still rubbing his sharp claws under the high rock, his mouth made a menacing cry.

This confrontation lasted for a long time. Seeing that Bai Feng's left arm was severely bitten, Murong Yan offered her blood again for Bai Feng, for fear of missing the opportunity for treatment.She used the corroded Longming sword to wipe several swords in her palm before blood came out.Even so, she still managed to deal with the wound.

After dealing with the injury, seeing that the wolves under the rock were still not leaving, and the two of them were tired, they simply spent the night on the high rock.Seeing that Murong Yan was 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, "It's really hard for you..."

"Being able to follow Brother Feng is the greatest good thing that Yan'er has ever met." After Murong Yan said, she threw the torch in her hand at the wolves under the rock, and smiled like a child: "See if I throw it right? allow!"

"Haha." Bai Feng joked: "It's too dark, I didn't see it."

"Disgusting!" After Murong Yan said, she bullied herself into the other's arms and said, "So you can see..."

The sky is the roof, the ground is the bed, and the birdsong is the silk and bamboo, so the two of them rested on the stone wall for a night.

(End of this chapter)