Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 130
"Master!"

The strong wind blew past her ears, her robes fluttered, and Mrs. Wan was just on her back, her black hair flying, covered in blood, but with a sad smile on her lips, she fell straight towards the Chongming Pagoda!

The purple-clothed youth who was fighting fiercely with the red slaves under the fort felt terrified, and suddenly turned around, seeing his mother fall down the Chongming Pagoda!
"mother!"

Zhong Lisheng's eyes were about to burst, and he wanted to rush out of the siege to rescue him, but he was surrounded by a circle of red slave soldiers. He wished he could grow wings and fly to his mother, but this was just a dream, and it was too late up!

"mother--"

The hoarse shout pierced the sky, Zhong Lisheng had never felt so desperate, and the expressions of the remaining white-clothed maids under the Chongming Tower also changed drastically, and they raised their heads and called out sadly: "Ma'am!"

When the white fox fell, the heaven and the earth mourned together.

At this critical moment, a tall, fairy-like figure came in mid-air, with fluttering clothes, flying over the heads of the crowd, and caught Mrs. Wan at the last moment when she fell to the ground. Firmly embraced in his arms.

Zhong Lisheng couldn't be more familiar with that figure, his eyes became hot, and the heart in his chest beat violently, startled and delighted, he almost blurted out: "Father!"

The remaining troops on the island were all boiling, and the voices of exclamation were one after another: "Island owner, it is the island owner who has come! The island owner has left the customs!"

Under the Chongming Pagoda, the tall and handsome figure hugged Mrs. Wan tightly, and with a flick of her wide sleeves, a strong qi swam between the heaven and the earth, as if it contained the power of a fairy, carrying the mighty power of a mountain-shattering sea, and the incoming one Quan Chinu soldiers were all knocked to the ground.

Amidst the dust, Zhong Lixian's body was filled with light, like a banished fairy, but he lowered his head and said softly to the person in his arms: "Awan, don't be afraid, I'm here for your husband."

"Ma'am, ma'am!" All the maids in white in Qinglin Garden also surrounded them with tears in their eyes. They fought bloody battles so far and stood firm under the Chongming Pagoda. They suffered heavy casualties, but none of them cared about their own injuries and just looked at each other. To Mrs. Wan who was lying in Zhong Lixian's arms, who was extremely weak, she broke down in tears and said:
"Ma'am, hold on, you still want to take us back to Qinglinyuan. If you are gone, we will all have no home..."

Mrs. Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly swept across the tearful girls. She stretched out her hand as if trying to caress them, but in the end she was unable to lift her heavy arms, and could only say two words awkwardly:
"Don't cry."

With this opening of the mouth, another piece of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and Zhong Lixian's expression changed suddenly: "A Wan!"

Only then did Mrs. Wan raise her head and look at him, her blood-stained hand couldn't help but grab the corner of his clothes.

They haven't seen each other for a long time, how many days and nights, she suppressed her thoughts and refused to see him, thinking that he would lock herself in the stone room for the rest of her life, and practice the magical skills of the eight wilds and six harmonys, but he came unexpectedly. On the last journey of her life, she came to see her in a hurry.

Really never dreamed that after half a lifetime of love-hate entanglement, the first and last time they met again would be on this battlefield filled with gunpowder.

Mrs. Wan suddenly laughed, and another smear of blood flowed down her lips, like a flower blooming, "Ah, Ah Xian."

After suddenly hearing this long-lost address, Zhong Lixian trembled, unbelievable, but joy and sorrow welled up in his heart at the same time. With tears in his eyes, he couldn't help but hugged his wife even tighter.

"Axian, you are here to see me off for the last time..."

"No, it's not the last journey. We still have a long way to go..."

Zhong Lixian shook his head, a hot tear fell on Mrs. Wan's forehead, but the smile on her lips became more gentle: "You coax me again, you always like to lie to me, but I just...can't let go of it." you."

The white fox, who is lonely and unwilling to bow his head, no longer has the sharpness and toughness he used to face Zhong Lixian at this moment, as if he had also removed all disguises and let go of all knots when he was dying.

At this moment, she was just his wife, the Awan who had met him since she was a young girl, traveled together, lived and died together, loved him deeply, and only wanted to grow old with him.

"You seem to have gray hair, am I wrong, why are you getting old, Axian..."

Mrs. Wan held her breath, and finally raised her hand with difficulty, touching the "young man" she was thinking of.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, I would see you before I die...Now on this battlefield, it counts, it counts as a reunion of the three of us...God has treated me well after all, I have no regrets..."

"No, Awan, you won't die. It's all my fault. I'm late..." Zhong Lixian shook his head desperately, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. He almost burst into tears looking at the person in his arms. rain.

In fact, it wasn't that Zhong Lixian came late, but that he had just experienced a fight at the city gate.

When he came out of the closed-door retreat with great success, as soon as he heard the news that Mrs. Wan's mother and son had left the city to meet the enemy, he rushed all the way anxiously without stopping for a moment.

It's just that before he left Cloud City, he bumped into two teams of elite Red Slaves at the city gate. They cunningly bypassed the front line of defense, trying to sneak into Cloud City to burn, kill, and loot, but unexpectedly they landed on the ground just outside the city. Guan's Zhong Lixian's hands!
To be exact, there was another group of people guarding the gate of the city. The leader was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were snowy, and his demeanor was clean and dusty. He was the head of Fenglou, Feng Shuxing.

Yunzhou Island suffered such catastrophe, naturally Fenglou would not sit idly by, everyone in the building was mobilized, under the leadership of Feng Shuxing, temporarily took up the important task of protecting the city, together with Zhong Lixian who rushed over, rescued the two The team of Chinu elite soldiers intercepted and killed them on the spot!

After finishing those red slave barbarians, Zhong Lixian rushed over, but happened to bump into his A Wan falling down the Chongming Tower. Fortunately, he was not too late, and he hadn't had time to catch the falling figure in mid-air , and it was too late to save everything.

"Awan, don't talk, you will be fine, I have already practiced the magic of the world, I can definitely save you, you hold on..."

Zhong Lixian took a deep breath, and without any further hesitation, he lifted the weak Mrs. Wan up, put his hands on her back, and as his robe fluttered, a majestic and strong inner force was introduced into Mrs. Wan's body, continuously flowing into her body. Moisturizing her dying life.

"Awan, hold on, don't fall asleep, don't abandon me and my son, the three of us will be together forever from now on, and we will never be separated again..."

In the dark, fate may have already been determined. Zhong Lixian has practiced this magic skill of eight desolations and six harmony in seclusion for many years for a "lie" of Mrs. Wan. Naturally, the so-called effect of dispelling poison is not there, but at this critical moment of life and death... At the same time, he was able to use this magical skill to protect Mrs. Wan's heart and give her endless vitality.

Mrs. Wan claimed that she was a sinner in her family and did not deserve to be forgiven and redeemed, but Zhong Lixian still used the magical skills handed down from the ancestors of the Feng family to pull her back from the gate of hell and keep her life. vitality.

Perhaps this is the true faith of King Huofengming's compassion, tolerance, and protection of the common people. He has never punished the white fox. The cage that traps the white fox is only made by herself. She has been punishing herself for most of her life. , deep obsession, but it's a floating world that can't be understood, and can't get out of it. In the end, it hurts others and hurts itself, and it's rare to be free.

Only one day of epiphany can one let go of the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, get out of the cage, and regain a new life.

Mrs. Wan felt the continuous vitality coming from the Eight Desolation and Liuhe Divine Art, and suddenly opened her eyes, and two lines of clear tears fell like that. At this moment, the white mist wrapped around her shoulders, and the iron cage that imprisoned the white fox was unexpectedly It disintegrated and collapsed bit by bit, and finally dissipated with the wind, completely annihilated.

One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon. At this moment, the dead heart in the chest is beating vigorously again like nectar. The goddess Lin Wan, who was as bright as fire in the Qingli Mountain in the past, seems to be reborn as a human being and reappeared in this world. In between... came alive.

"Axian, in the past years, I failed you. In the days to come... let's start from scratch, shall we?"

The slight words and sentences not only floated into Zhong Lixian's ears, but also hit his heart deeply. Under the exercise of his hands, he couldn't move at all, only tears slid down his cheeks, and he raised his head. The corners of his lips curled up, vaguely still the appearance of that young man back then, even if his charm was no longer there, some things never changed.

"I haven't let you down, I haven't missed it, Awan, every day I'm with you is the best moment in my Zhong Lixian's life, it was in the past, it is now, and it will be in the future."

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On the Chongming Pagoda, the strong wind brushed the girl's long skirt, and the crisp sound of bells echoed on the top of the tower. Seeing that Madam Wan had hope of being saved, Shi Xuanling couldn't hide his excitement, but he didn't dare to relax in the slightest. After all, he was still on the battlefield. She clenched the star-splashing bow tightly in her hand, and continued to shoot sharp arrows one after another at the Chinu army pouring in like a tide below, blocking their attack and buying time for Mrs. Wan to rekindle her life.

The white-clothed maids in Qinglin Garden also raised their weapons and surrounded Madam Wan spontaneously, protecting Mrs. Wan in the center, preventing those red slaves from approaching, so that Zhong Lixian could heal Mrs. Wan's wounds without being disturbed.

I don't know how long it took before Zhong Lixian withdrew his hands with his face as white as paper, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, but he finally saved Mrs. Wan's vitality.

"Quick, hurry up and escort Madam back to Yuncheng. The people in Fenglou will guard the city gate and hand Madam into their hands!"

Zhong Lixian didn't have time to catch his breath, and hastily entrusted Mrs. Wan to the white-clothed maids. He instructed without hesitation, "Go directly to the owner of Fenglou, that white-haired cripple in a wheelchair. He saved Madam's life and said that I, Zhong Lixian, owed Feng Lou a favor!"

After a pause, Zhong Lixian said with burning eyes again: "If he refuses, tell him, as long as he can save Mrs. Wan, I will give him whatever he wants, even if it is to avenge his uncle, just come and fetch me Zhongli Envy life is, as long as he can save my Awan, I will die without regret!"

"What about you, Island Master? Aren't you going back to Yuncheng with us?" The maids in white were teary and their words were full of worry.

"I?"

Zhong Lixian flicked his sleeves, and smiled decisively: "My Yunzhou Island has suffered such a catastrophe, should I, the owner of the island, still hide in Yuncheng in fear and ignore it?"

"Hurry up and send Madam back, you have done enough, and then, I will face it alone."

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Lixian turned around abruptly, and slapped out another large number of red slaves who rushed in. A large group of red slaves attacked.

In the dust and smoke billowing, Zhong Lixian stood under the Chongming Pagoda, his clothes fluttering, his figure like a fairy, facing thousands of troops and horses alone, smiling quickly, fearless——

"Chinu Barbarian, how dare you offend me on Yunzhou Island. I, the Zhongli Clan, have guarded here for generations. How can I retreat and come to fight!"

(End of this chapter)