Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 239 The Crying Little Gray Cat
"It's useless. He won't listen. He doesn't recognize anyone now. No, he doesn't even know who he is. This time Xuan Yu has completely gone crazy!"

Just as Princess Fengzhou was about to speak anxiously, a sharp sword energy attacked her and Shi Xuanling violently. She was suddenly startled, and before she could react, she was pushed away by Shi Xuanling!

"Princess, be careful!"

It happened in a flash. While the door of the secret room was not completely closed yet, Shi Xuanling used her backhand to push Princess Fengzhou out of the door!

"Little bell!"

Princess Fengzhou outside the door cried out in dismay, her face suddenly changing, but a firm voice of a young girl came from inside: "Don't open the door, I have my own way to wake him up, Princess, please don't come in, or I'll hurt you by mistake!"

Just as he finished speaking, the tall and handsome figure had already attacked Shi Xuanling. The young man's eyes were red, and there was only madness in his eyes. He shouted hoarsely and swung the second sword at Shi Xuanling. Shi Xuanling dodged without thinking, and at the same time, one hand touched the bamboo flute at his waist -

As the third sword was chasing closely, an ethereal and ethereal flute sound was also heard. Not only was Princess Fengzhou outside the secret room stunned, but even the possessed figure inside paused. The sword in his hand seemed to be entangled by something invisible, and the fierce murderous aura was reduced a little in an instant.

The sound of the Qingxin flute is useful, and the music score passed down by Senior Ji Yue is indeed effective!
Shi Xuanling was delighted and secretly gathered all his internal strength, pouring it more and more into the sound of the flute.

Tuo Xuanyu on the other side was breathing rapidly and slowed down his attack momentum a little, but he still didn't put down the long sword of Wangxin in his hand. Instead, he continued to approach Shi Xuanling with bloodshot eyes.

His obsession was too violent and could not be resolved so easily. Shi Xuanling dodged the sword that was attacking her while playing the bamboo flute with bated breath. Her figure was light and her dress fluttered, and she was like a nimble bird in the valley, making it impossible for the mad figure to get close to her at all.

The powerful sword energy overturned the shelves that contained weapons in the secret room, leaving a mess on the ground. However, the girl remained calm and soothed the possessed boy with the sound of the flute.

They held a flute and a sword, one soft and the other hard, and as the two intertwined, it seemed as if time was flowing and shadows were ethereal. Suddenly, it overlapped with the scene when Feng Jiyue played the flute for Yue Zhiqing hundreds of years ago.

The feelings that the ancestors of the Yue family could not express in words at that time, the red thread that had never been passed on, now firmly ties the descendants of the Feng and Yue families together, making them inseparable, sharing life and death together. It seems as if there is a destiny in the dark, and everything in the world is indeed predestined and wonderful beyond words.

While Shi Xuanling was sighing with regret, Tuo Xuanyu, who was not far away, roared in pain. It seemed that the Yue family's swordsmanship was in fierce combat with the Qingxin flute sound. Neither of them could suppress the other for a while, which made the young man's blood boil and he struggled in pain as if he was going to be torn apart.

“Kill, fight your way out… Fearless of the 100,000-strong Chinu army… Follow me in this battle… Swear to live and die with Yunzhou Island…”

He was waving the sword in his hand wildly and muttering something intermittently. Shi Xuanling listened carefully and was shocked. Of course she was familiar with these words. Aren't these the words that A Yue said in desperation when Xi Yuehan led an army of 100,000 to attack Yunzhou Island?
No wonder he became possessed and crazy tonight, it turned out that the official ship was about to arrive at the Chinu tribe, and his dusty memories resurfaced in a disordered way, which caused him to be invaded by inner demons and lose his mind.

Shi Xuanling was playing the bamboo flute while listening to the words that echoed yesterday. Just when he was getting anxious, he did not expect that the crazy figure suddenly stopped, holding the sword and looking into the void inexplicably, and suddenly said -

"After the war, we'll get married... Wait until the rain stops and watch a rainbow piercing the sun. Let's watch it together... a rainbow piercing the sun..."

These few murmurs were like a thunderclap that suddenly exploded in Shi Xuanling's ears. Her eyes instantly became moist and her hands holding the bamboo flute began to tremble.

What a different day it is today. Things and people have changed. At that time, she vowed to him, "My lord, the rainbow piercing the sun in your life will appear one day. I will wait with you for the rain to stop and watch the rainbow piercing the sun with you, okay?" Obviously at this moment, these confused memories filled the boy's mind again. The promise between little bell and little gray cat has now become the deepest obsession of his soul. No matter how thoroughly his memory is erased, he still can't forget this obsession. Those imprints engraved in his bones are still clamoring to reappear!

Just as Shi Xuanling's eyes were blurred by tears and her heart was agitated, the sound of the Qingxin flute also paused slightly with her. The murderous intent that had been slightly suppressed in the young man suddenly became stronger again. His eyes became fierce, and he raised the long sword in his hand and swung it. Shi Xuanling, who was distracted, had no time to dodge, and the bamboo flute in her hand was actually blown away by the powerful sword energy!
"No!"

Shi Xuanling's face changed drastically. She wanted to fly forward to get the bamboo flute back, but the possessed figure would not give her any chance at all. The second sword, as fast as lightning, had already followed and the bamboo flute rolled to the ground and shattered.

It's gone, the flute is destroyed, and I can no longer play that refreshing music!

Shi Xuanling was staring at the debris in shock and disbelief. Before she could think of a countermeasure, another sharp sword energy attacked her from behind. Her breathing tightened and she quickly turned over to dodge. The bell on her wrist also made a crisp sound as she moved.

She was afraid of hurting A Yue in the chaos, so she had already restrained her internal strength and did not attack him. She just kept dodging. Just as she fell to the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, the next sword that she had expected did not fall.

The young man who was chasing after him paused, as if he heard something. He stood helplessly in the middle of the secret room, holding the sword. The murderous aura between his brows retreated a little, and he suddenly looked like an ignorant child.

Shi Xuanling suddenly had an idea and thought of something. She raised her hand and shook the bell on her wrist vigorously. Sure enough, Tuo Xuanyu's hand holding the sword trembled, and the murderous aura around him faded away. That handsome face also leaned towards Shi Xuanling, as if he was anxiously looking for something.

It was a bell, the sound of a bell. He actually remembered the sound of the bell on her wrist!

"Xuan Ling, even if I really disappear one day, just shake the bells on your wrist. No matter where I am, I will hear your call and appear in front of you immediately..."

Those words and sentences seemed to echo in her ears again. Shi Xuanling's eyes were filled with tears, and a great bitterness spread in her heart. She raised her hand and continued to shake the bells, slowly leading the boy towards her.

Step by step, the tall and handsome figure walked towards her firmly. Although his eyes were still blood red, they were filled with her figure. He followed the sound of the bell and walked towards her step by step.

But at this moment, white mist shrouded the boy's shoulders, and a small shadow vaguely emerged in the originally gray and empty mist!

It took shape bit by bit, and amid the sound of the bells, and under Shi Xuanling's extremely shocked gaze, it slowly transformed into a kitten.

A furry gray kitten, a little gray cat that Shi Xuanling is obsessed with and is very familiar with!
It just curled up pitifully, as if it was trapped in the fog and couldn't get out no matter what. It just stared at Shi Xuanling, shedding tears silently through the hazy white fog.

It was just like that time when she was sitting in the attic and watching the bird crying so desperately and sadly in the rain during the drizzling spring rain.

It was abandoned once then, and now it is abandoned for the second time.

Shi Xuanling's heartstrings suddenly trembled, tears blurred her vision, she could no longer hold back, and choked up and shouted to the figure that was approaching:
"Ah...Yue."