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Chapter 434: Rain Falls on the Candle
"Teacher, do you know about the Orphan of Zhao?"

"Of course I know, otherwise how can I be your teacher? Why do I ask this all of a sudden? Have you finished today's homework?"

"Hehe... It's nothing. I just suddenly felt a little emotional... Teacher, you said that in order to save their young crown prince, Cheng Ying and Gongsun Chujiu sacrificed their son and their life respectively. For the so-called relationship between monarch and minister, is it really worth it?"

"You should do your job. You are not anyone's subject, so you naturally cannot understand the relationship between the monarch and his subjects."

"Then, teacher...you will also..."

"Of course, I will always stand on your side."

"The teacher said it so decisively, isn't he just saying nice things to coax me?"

"I never lie."

"Humph...Whether the teacher is sincere or lying to me, I took it seriously anyway!"

"If one day I am in danger, teacher... please come and save me. I will be waiting for you."

She came to her senses and her memory came to an abrupt end.

Arrows flew through the air, iron sand danced, swords clashed and collided, and the soldiers' shouts of killing were endless.

"Retreat!" Fang Weihan shouted loudly.

There were small wounds on his face, as if caused by a sharp object.

The girl stretched out her hand, paused for a moment, and finally quietly retracted it into her sleeve.

Fang Tang wanted to call him teacher or daddy right here. But she knew that this was definitely not a good time. She would distract him at this critical moment of life and death.

It’s great that he really came and didn’t break off all ties with me.

Myriad emotions were intertwined in my heart, and my heart was beating as if it was about to jump out of my chest.

Fang Tang stared at him blankly, tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.

"Your Highness, let's go!" Fang Weihan grabbed her hand and wanted to pull her onto his warhorse.

A powerful blade light slashed from behind, forcing Fang Weihan to push Fang Tang away. Facing the incoming blade light, he turned his head back to the abyss, took a deep breath, and his mind was surprisingly calm.

After embarking on the path of cultivation, Fang Weihan has become accustomed to using the weak to defeat the strong. If the enemy attacks with a knife, he will fight back with a sword.

"Gu Jian." He muttered to himself.

The sword was slashed sideways at Yuan, blood and energy gushed out, and the edge of the sword suddenly became bloody thunder.

"boom!"

Yuwen Xian's murderous attack was completely blocked.

Chen Yuxian had to deal with the other Mingwu and the Shengzhu alone, while Fang Weihan had to face Yuwen Xian head-on.

"Take His Highness away!" Fang Weihan turned around and swung his sword, his blood and energy mixed with star power, knocking down several alien warriors, then turned around and shouted at the inner-level soldiers beside him.

"Yes!" Nei led the soldiers to clear a path for Fang Tang and helped her onto Fang Weihan's warhorse.

Fang Tang certainly didn't want to leave, but she understood that if she stayed here with her own strength, she would only be a burden to Wei Han.

She wiped away the sparkling eyes with all her strength, pulled the reins, and the warhorse leaped out with great spirituality.

Seeing Fang Tang leave, Fang Weihan breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuwen Xian, who was beating him, suddenly retreated a few steps, violently kicked the wall beside him, and rushed towards Fang Tang like an arrow.

His target is Fang Tang!

Fang Weihan was about to chase him when the warrior's Qi suddenly gave out a warning, and the star power hummed wildly. He turned his head and saw a rain of arrows. The arrows were pale and reflected a cold light.

All these arrows are of that weird type!

He did not dare to be careless, and retreated violently, while spinning the sword at a high speed, forming a full moon in front of him.

A dense rain of arrows fell like a swarm of bees in an instant.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The Zhaoyuan Sword knocked away more than a dozen arrows, but there were too many arrows and some still slipped through the net.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, his skin was torn and blood was pouring out. Fang Weihan looked down and saw that he was hit by three arrows. One arrow was in the chest and two arrows were in the shoulders.

He did not bother to pull out the arrow, but endured the severe pain, mobilized the blood and energy under his feet, and rushed towards Fang Tang.

Yuwen Xian had already reached behind Fang Tang, and the distance between them was still decreasing, now only a few feet away.

Fang Weihan gritted his teeth, mobilized the star power and injected it into the sword. Star patterns on the Zhaoyuan Sword lit up layer by layer.

He raised his hand and threw the sword, which shot towards Yuwen Xian's back like a dragon emerging from the water.

Yuwen Xian thrust his knife and hit the horse under Fang Tang. It wailed and knelt on its front hooves. Fang Tang on its back was thrown high into the air and rolled down in a mess beside the burning street.

She supported herself on the ground and tried to get up, but saw a fierce grassland warrior rushing towards her, with a long knife in his hand that looked like burning blood.

Fang Tang gritted his teeth, placed Xuan Yao in front of him, supported himself with one end on the ground, and prepared to fight to the death.

The teacher came thousands of miles to help, regardless of her life, how could she die here!

Yuwen Xian rushed forward and was about to draw his sword when the hair on his back suddenly stood up.

He suddenly turned around and slashed with his sword without even looking, his violent blood and energy sounding like the howling of a wolf.

"Qiang!"

The attacking Zhaoyuan sword was firmly blocked by the scimitar, and then bounced away by the huge force of the handle.

Fang Weihan leaped over with blood under his feet, stepped over the roof of a carriage beside the road, jumped up, caught the Zhaoyuan sword in mid-air, and took advantage of the momentum to chop it down.

Tianji sword technique, Wenxiaoluo Tower.

A storm of stars rose up from the tip of the sword, gathering a torrent of cause and effect that spanned space. The sword was like a reversed river in the sky, slashing straight towards Yuwen Xian's face.

The star power seeped into the blood fragments, breaking down the blood armor inch by inch, like molten iron flowing over quicksand.

Yuwen Xian growled in pain, like the roar of a wild beast. When the star storm dissipated, the person standing in front of Fang Weihan was already covered in blood.

Fang Tang stared at him blankly. Seeing the arrow stuck in his chest and his clothes stained with blood, his heart ached.

The girl desperately covered her mouth, fearing that her crying would disturb Fang Weihan. Tears rolled down her cheeks to the ground and fell into the dust.

Fang Tang got up from the ground and stumbled towards the north gate.

Fang Weihan held the arrow shaft, held his breath and pulled it out, bringing up a puff of blood. His face was pale, and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

Yuwen Xian lowered his scimitar and asked in a stern voice, speaking in unfluent Mandarin:
"You want to die for your king?"

"She is not my king, she is my student." Fang Weihan said.

The girl who was running desperately paused, and instantly burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I will help you."

Yuwen Xian's body suddenly swelled, his muscles bulged, his hair stood on end, and his face turned an abnormal red.

Mingwu's sixth turn, violent bloodshed.

Fang Weihan had fought against the sixth-level violent blood Mingwu three times.

Fu Ke was seriously injured by Wen Zhexue, and then killed by himself using the Angry Dragon's Tail and the Yang Ring Breaking Edge.

Helian Tu fought for dozens of rounds, but was ultimately defeated and was killed by Wen Zhexue with one sword.

Once the sixth-turn Mingwu starts to burst blood, Fang Weihan, who is still in the fifth turn, will not be able to stop it no matter what.

Fang Weihan closed his eyes and sensed that although Chen Yuxian was not at a disadvantage in the fight with the two sixth-turn cultivators, his breath was getting weaker and weaker, and it was obvious that he could not hold on for long.

He must buy enough time for Fang Tang, at least so that she can get to Shi Dangliu.

"Come on," he whispered.

The Zhaoyuan Sword burned with star-like flames. Fang Weihan no longer held back and released Jingtian and Mingwu's cultivation with all his strength.

"Roar!"

Yuwen Xian roared, crushed the bricks, and rushed towards him like a cannonball. The scimitar slashed horizontally, causing a vortex of blood and energy to soar into the sky.

Fang Weihan stood in place, the Zhaoyuan Sword flashing regularly.

His shadow was burning.

[Linyuan Seven Killing Star Sword Technique·Yellow Spring Overwhelms the Boat. 】

[Invoking the law of cause and effect, at the cost of burning one's own cause and effect, it induces energy outside the world plane to cause extreme destruction. 】

The light and shadow dissipated, turning into a turbid yellow flame. The Zhaoyuan Sword came out, like the falling of thousands of stars.

"boom!"

The sword and the knife collided, and a huge shock wave dissipated, turning the soldiers into broken arms and limbs, and all the houses within a ten-foot radius collapsed and destroyed.

After a few moments of stalemate, the blood and energy finally overwhelmed the starlight.

"Swish!" Zhao Yuan was knocked far away, and he felt a chill in his chest, followed by a sharp pain that touched his soul.

Stabbing the scimitar into his chest, Yuwen Xian held the hilt, growled, and rushed forward. The two of them smashed several low walls, and smoke and dust flew everywhere.

The severe pain made Fang Weihan's brain unprecedentedly calm. He grasped the scimitar with one hand and pushed it outward. The sharp blade cut his fingers and blood dyed the blade red.

Yuwen Xian used both hands to try to rotate the handle of the knife and kill Fang Weihan completely. This made him not notice Fang Weihan's other hand.

"Wow!"

The air exploded, and the Zhaoyuan Sword flew back into Fang Weihan's hand. The blood energy on the sword tip was surging, and he used the Huiyan Duanshan move.

The Zhaoyuan sword slashed at Yuwen Xian's waist. The blade pierced his flesh and almost cut his body in half, until it touched his spine, then it stopped.

Yuwen Xian roared in pain and kicked Fang Weihan in the chest.

This kick was powerful and heavy, the full force of the rage of the Sixth Turn Mingwu. Fang Weihan's figure flew forward in an instant, breaking several low walls, knocking down a drum tower, and rolling down to the end of Changming Alley, right in front of the running girl.

When Fang Tang saw clearly the face of the person in front of him, his brain went blank.

"You...you lost a lot of blood..." she said in a crying voice.

He wanted to stand up, but his limbs felt extremely heavy and completely out of control.

Yuwen Xian's knife pierced his lung. Fang Weihan had difficulty breathing and could smell blood foam with a rusty smell in the air.

Fang Tang rushed to his side and knelt down. She tremblingly tore off a piece of her skirt and cut it off, then carefully pressed it on the wound on his chest.

It started raining all day long.

The rain mixed with his blood and dyed the flowers scarlet.

"I can't die, please leave quickly." Fang Weihan said reluctantly.

Fang Tang seemed not to have heard it. She wrapped the skirt around his armpit, circled it and tied a knot.

"I can't leave. He's coming."

As if he had made some decision, Fang Tang smiled gently.

Her slender fingers stroked the side of his face, her fingertips trembling slightly, revealing the girl's uneasy mood.

"Thank you, thank you for everything, thank you so much..."

Her tears fell on the back of Fang Weihan's hand, mixed with the rain, warm and cold.

The Xuan Yao Sword flickered with a faint light, as if it was covered with a layer of fireflies.

Fang Tang gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, with the smell of blood and the saltiness of tears seeping into his soul like bitter wine.

"Teacher, stay alive."

The girl looked at him one last time with reluctance and turned to run towards the alley.

The light and messy footsteps gradually faded away, and she never looked back.

The spring rain fell on Fang Weihan's hair, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

"She...remembered?"

Fang Weihan murmured to himself.

"teacher……"

"teacher!"

"Teacher, I'm still here!"

The way she called him was sometimes coquettish, sometimes angry, sometimes cunning. The student that he was so proud of...is back?

Fang Weihan reacted quickly.

Fang Tang wanted to lure Yuwen Xian away to buy himself time to escape!
He struggled to stand up, but his broken body was unable to do so.

In the misty spring rain, Fang Weihan opened his eyes with difficulty.

The petite girl stood in front of him, her indigo skirt like the sea, her flying tassels like cotton wool, her hair dotted with stars, she was so beautiful that she didn't seem like a mortal creature.

Fang Weihan's eyes lit up slightly.

"Yun Shu, go and rescue him..." He raised his hand with difficulty and pointed in the direction where Fang Tang left.

"You feel very unwilling, right?" Yun Shu said softly.

Fang Weihan was slightly stunned.

The girl squatted down, her skirt fell to the ground, not stained by dust, and her round knees were pink.

"Wen Zhexue told you not to hold the candle." Yun Shu said softly, "But...what is holding the candle?"

"The state of the Great Zhou is in danger, and the eternal light is shaky and about to fall. You are leading the army here alone, wanting to save the country, turn the tide, and support the great building. This is like holding a candle."

"Fang Tang didn't trust you, but you still couldn't let her go. She was in trouble, and you didn't want to stay out of it, nor did you want your relationship to be ruined. So you traveled thousands of miles and risked your life to save her. This is also a way of holding a candle."

"She told you not to hold the candle, but you insisted on holding it. Now that it has become like this, are you satisfied?"

Fang Weihan looked at her: "Yun Shu, you..."

The girl stretched out her hand and slowly pulled back the finger that was pointing into the distance.

"I can't save her." Yun Shu said coldly.

She stared at him indifferently, as if she was looking at an unrelated stranger.

"The laws of nature are eternal and cannot be violated! This is your fate!"

As the sun sets, spring thunder explodes in the sky with a rumbling sound.

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Tianshan Mountain, Wentian Peak.

Wen Zhexue knelt in front of the Tianyi, with the Mingxiao sword placed flat on his knees, the sharp blade two inches out of its sheath.

Taoist Taixu walked slowly towards them, with his whisk draped over his arm, his face showing neither sadness nor joy.

Wen Zhexue, who was always polite, did not perform any greetings when he saw Master Taixu coming. This was unusual for him.

"Master, why is it so?"

There was pain in her voice.

"The destiny has changed, and the prophecy is coming true. Why do we, the disciples of Linyuan, not only not think about how to save the people, but instead lock ourselves in Tianshan and discuss the matter of moving the sect?"

"My mission is to recall Linyuan Pavilion from its drifting in the void back to reality, not to move the sect to another time and space."

Master Taixu's expression slightly changed, and he sighed:

"When people are sick, they need to take medicine. When the world is sick, they need to die. This storm should not reach our Tianshan Mountain. There is no greater good than to stay away from the world."

"What about the common people?" the girl asked coldly.

Zhenren Taixu could only remain silent.

"Master, is this world destined to be destroyed?"

"What the Saint said is certainly not wrong." Taixu Zhenren said, "There are a hundred stars, and ninety-nine of them are dim."

"But there is still a glimmer of hope, isn't it?" Wen Zhexue asked softly.

"It is extremely dangerous and cannot be changed..."

"Master."

Wen Zhexue interrupted him.

She stood up, her snow-white skirt fluttering behind her.

"I have seen miracles, so I believe in them."

The girl said firmly.

"We have made mistakes, but we...can't make the same mistake again!"

Taoist Taixu remained silent.

Wen Zhexue looked up at the distant sky, as if she could glimpse the moon through the clouds. She seemed to find that the starry sky tonight seemed brighter than any other day in the past.

At the top of Wentian Peak, the wind was howling and the two men sat in silence.

"Don't you regret it?" asked Master Taixu.

"I don't regret it." Wen Zhexue said, "I will never regret it again."

(End of this chapter)