Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 838 A Journey of a Thousand Miles (Part Four)
At first glance, Lu Yuque thought he was questioning the young man, and she wanted to help him clear up the misunderstanding.

Although Lushan was also eyeing the martial arts manual in her hand, it wasn't a blood feud after all. She didn't hate them, and the young man didn't kill any Lushan disciples.

But she immediately noticed the bloodstains on the disciples of Lushan.

Large patches of fresh, dark red stains were on his clothes.

Their expressions weren't actually that fierce; many of them wore expressions of panic and sorrow.

...The young man didn't hurt them.

She looked at Jiao Tianhe, wanting to say something, but quickly realized she wasn't qualified. Jiao Tianhe stared at her coldly, as if she were looking at a dead object.

She was merely an object waiting to be assigned a home; he had no interest in her.

These knights roamed outside the forest, and soon more knights galloped in, from the east, the west, and even across the river, near and far, like ants gathering.

Lu Yuque stared blankly, realizing now what he was about to see as he sat there.

...Wow, there were so many people.
In order to hunt himself.

Lushan is not the only sect.

Flute, empty mountains, Jingyi Hall.

A horizontal moon, blue phosphorescence, and a small crimson glow.

All of them are well-known sects within the eight states, and some of them have even received much care from Jian Du. Lu Yuque knows their true disciples or children.

Now, from afar, everyone's eyes are on him.

For three days, Lu Yuque had been fleeing in a daze, encountering only Hu and Li, as well as two assassins in the inn. Even though the young man had told her about the situation in Xilong and the Western Border, Lu Yuque didn't have a clear impression of it.

She hadn't really left the surrounding states much anyway.

That's when she felt an overwhelming force that she couldn't resist. In just a few days, these sects had united and surrounded her... Of course, Lushan didn't have that kind of power.

There was no Jian Du, perhaps only those few holy lands and major sects... Lu Yuque's thoughts paused.

As if in response to her idea, a black horse came galloping from behind, passing through the Lushan forest. The disciples who noticed it all retreated, and then "Tian Si Falcon" and Jiao Tianhe also retreated behind.

The man wore a black silk cloak, with a few strands of hair peeking out from it, and a sword hung at his waist.

He was holding a severed head in his hand, and Lu Yuque recognized the terrified face.

It is the owner of Huashanglou.

Jiao Tianhe clasped his hands and bowed deeply, extremely humble: "Your Excellency, Lu Yuque has been caught. The person in the forest is him."

Lu Yuque's heart skipped a beat as the man's gaze fell upon him.

“Lu Yuque,” ​​he said, “do you have the *Shijian Wujie Jing*?”

Lu Yuque did not answer. She lowered her head and slowly hugged the bundle she had never taken off even while sleeping.

Why was that white-clad mask hiding his face?

"You're slow to react and accuse others of being cowardly." A lazy laugh rang out. "Truly, you have the numbers and the power to fight. Today's slaughter was quite satisfying."

Lu Yuque jolted awake and looked up, only to be met with that figure. His heart felt as if a centipede was gripping it, tearing through his flesh and slowly burrowing inside.

"Lu Yingzhang and Jiao Tianhe are both equally incompetent. I don't think it makes any difference whether the Jianghu of Xilong is allied or not." The man in white stood straight, holding a drawn sword with streaks of red blood on its gleaming blade.

This was the first time Lu Yuque had seen him so clearly.

With long hair covering his face and a tall, slender figure, his tone of voice was even gentle, always carrying a hint of a smile, making him seem more like a ghost.

Lu Yuque could no longer feel her body.

But she suddenly felt her mind had never been so clear. This was because the meeting between the two seemed so abrupt to her.

Yes, that's how it is. She thought.

The man in white lost track of her, and even killing all the disciples of Lushan Mountain by Dayue Lake didn't bring her back. Naturally, he assumed that Lushan Mountain had taken her away. Even during the assassination attempt at Huashang Tower later, the young man didn't reveal his presence.

When Lushan came down after hearing the news, he saw only corpses stained with blood on the lakeside.

They naturally assumed that the man in white had taken her away.

They were so determined to win, the marks left by the white-clad figure were shocking. If Jiao Tianhe couldn't fight them, and the "Four Falcons of Heaven" couldn't fight them, then someone even more powerful had to step in.

If he loses his trail, they will investigate; but if he continues to swagger around, then both sides will naturally hunt him down.

Until here.

Lu Yuque saw the two make their move, but he didn't see anything else.

The white figure flickered, like a hazy afterimage after the sun's blinding light.

Five heads fell silently along the path. But the path wasn't leading to Jiao Tianhe; it was leading to her.

He came within ten feet of her.

The cloaked man with the sword was no longer on horseback.

The wind rustled along the riverbank as the two figures approached her like ghosts. Last night, she wondered if the sense of the unknown was what made the white-clad figure so terrifying, just as the doll no longer wandered in her nightmares.

But then she realized that wasn't the case... these ghostly figures really existed in reality.

Lu Yuque had no doubt that any one of them could take on the three sects of Jiandu, Liuying, and Lushan alone... "The Jianghu is as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea," his father's tired words echoed again.

So she suddenly realized how ridiculous her escape over the past three days had been. She thought she had fled overnight and escaped that nightmare, but in fact she hadn't even left the palm of someone's hand.

No matter how careful she was or how lucky she was, she could never escape in essence.

It's either him or it will fall into his hands.

"Miss Lu." At five feet, the face beneath the veil seemed to smile. "It's our first meeting. I didn't expect you to be even more beautiful than in the paintings."

Lu Yuque's body trembled uncontrollably, but she gritted her teeth and stared straight at him.

She felt less afraid of him than before, even though her heart and lungs still felt like they were spasming. With tears in her eyes, she thought that he was nothing special, and they were nothing special either. They still hadn't figured out why they were gathered here.

At three zhang, the two might be about to fight. Lu Yuque couldn't help but want to spring up and run away, but she knew her legs were weak and she would probably just fall over if she jumped. She suppressed her fear, bit her lip until it bled, and tried her best to raise her head and stare at them.

If the "Unexplained Sword Sutra" is destined to be taken by someone else, then this little bit of pride will remain only for the Sword Abode.

But the two of them seemed genuinely frightened by her gaze.

It was as if two sweeping gusts of wind had suddenly stopped, and a torrent of water surged and overflowed in the poplar grove.

The two men stood in front of her, only a zhang apart, yet they did not make a move.

They stared intently at her.

The veins on their hands, gripping the swords, bulged, making them look like two frozen stone statues. Lu Yuque stood there, stunned, tears streaming down her face. She had never expected, never imagined, that these two would react in this way.

The hood of the "envoy" was pulled back by the sudden stop in the wind, revealing the face of a thin, rugged man, but his lips were pressed tightly into a line, making them look completely bloodless.

Clad in white robes and wearing a mask, he stood ramrod straight, seemingly unchanged, yet the taut muscles subtly bulged on his clothing. A few breaths later, sweat glistened on his sword-wielding palm. He dared not relax for a moment.

The woods were eerily silent, as if time had stopped. Suddenly, Lu Yuque felt a chill run down her spine and turned around abruptly.

The young man stood quietly behind her, just as he had when they first met, dressed in clean clothes, with a black cat and a kingfisher on his shoulders, and a sword that looked like an autumn reed in his hand.

(End of this chapter)