Chapter 120 – Sad Little Arrow

It was the end of summer, the whole continent is shrouded in high temperature, this pale mountains although neighboring the sea, but because of the terrain, can not accept the sea breeze hostage to the wet and cool, just a sweltering heat, so the mountains and forests in the strong smell of decay, so many palpitating danger.

The meadow on the top of the mountain because directly facing the sky, but to appear dry, coupled with the terrain of the strange and dangerous, there are no large predators.

At this time is close to midday, the white shining sun desperately spewing heat, generously most of the gift to this meadow above, the light is very hot, so that originally is the green color of the grass stalks, at this time are beginning to reflect the white light, you can imagine how high the temperature is.

The small animals had all gone into the earth to escape the heat, and the birds of prey had returned to their nests at the top of the forest on the mountainside, waiting for tomorrow morning to come back to look for grass seeds for food.

The whole meadow is quiet, quiet, only occasionally by the mountain wind a brush, only will set off sometimes green sometimes white waves, the world porcelain blue background and comfortable white clouds, gently watching these waves, the whole world, very beautiful.

It would have been even more perfect without those two humans and the blood coming out of those humans.

With a groan, Fan Xian slowly opened his eyes that were muddled with sweat and blood, he squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, realizing that there seemed to be a point of light in the pupil of his eyes that was always driven away, he didn’t react to the fact that this was a problem after being irradiated by the blazing sun for a long period of time, subconsciously he reached out to swing his hand, but he found that his right hand was very heavy, and it turned out that he still had that heavy sniper tightly gripped in his hand.

He switched to his left hand to swing it again, and then a pain so deep into his bones that he couldn’t help but yelp loudly!

The pain brought him to his senses, and he slightly lowered his eyes, looking at the feathered arrow on his left chest in a daze. The feathered arrow was fully pierced in, only the last of the arrow feathers remained outside of his body, and blood kept gurgling out, coloring the black feathers even more bloody.

Slightly bending his left leg, he reluctantly used his right hand to feel out the black dagger in his boot, and extremely slowly and carefully reached under his back, following the tiny gap between his body and the meadow, he gently cut.

The arrow shaft buried deep in the soil was cut, and his body instantly relaxed a bit, but by this slight shock caused a sharp pain in his chest, his face turned pale, and he nearly screamed out again.

Forcing himself to endure the pain, he used the dagger again to remove most of the arrow feathers that were poking out of his chest, leaving only a small head to facilitate the extraction of the arrow later.

After doing all this, the pain had already caused him to break out in countless cold sweats, and those sweats even cleaned the blood from his face.

He tilted his face to the sky and breathed heavily, his eyes were a bit lax as he looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, he didn’t even bother to avoid the blinding sunlight because he felt that there was no better thing in the world than being alive, and how regretful he should be if he couldn’t see this sun again in the future.

Fan Xian’s luck was very good, Yan Xiaoyi’s arrow accurately hit his left chest, but when the arrow blade reached his body, Fan Xian happened to key the trigger, and although the M82A1’s recoil was not great, it still made his body move back a bit.

It was this that caused Yan Xiaoyi’s arrow to hit a position that was a bit more off than expected, avoiding the vitals of his heart and plunging under his left shoulder.

As for whether Yan Xiaoyi was dead or not, he did not want to care at all. He just felt very tired and wanted to just lie down like this, lying on this soft meadow, isolated on the top of the mountain, enjoying a rare rest. Besides, if Yan Xiaoyi wasn’t dead, in his current state, he would only be killed.

Since this was the case, why bother bother?

But he had to pay attention, because there were still many things waiting for him in the human world. A few moments later, on the quiet suffocating meadow, a frail figure appeared, Fan Xian dragged his heavily injured body, leaning on that sniper rifle, step by step, crossing the meadow, traveling towards that pool of blood.

Earlier, Fan Xian always felt that three hundred meters was too close, so close that it gave him the creeps, yet at this time, he felt that these three hundred meters were so far away, so far that there seemed to be no end to it.

By the time he reached Yan Xiaoyi’s side, he was already too tired to stand, his legs trembling unceasingly, the most precious weapon in the world, supporting his entire body weight, its fine barrel sinking deep into the dirt.

Fan Xian didn’t care anymore, no matter how powerful the weapon was, in fact, it wasn’t much different from a crutch, if a person couldn’t throw away his crutch, he might never be able to walk alone.

He looked at Yan Xiaoyi in the pool of blood, his eyes narrowed a little, his brows furrowed a little, his mood was a complex one, not knowing what kind of emotions should be born.

The blood had long since flowed out and had seeped into the soil under the green meadow. Yan Xiaoyi’s upper left body had all but disappeared, turning into some unrecognizable shaped minced meat, looking like a pinched and burst tomato, with red pulp and flesh spraying haphazardly in a horrifying manner.

Fan Xian had followed Fei Jie in digging graves and enjoying corpses since he was young, and had seen many eerie sights, but he still couldn’t help but turn his head away at the scene in front of him.

Obviously, Fan Xian’s shot was still askew, but the mighty power of anti-material weapons was on full display at this moment. Suffering such a powerful blow, even a strong person on the ninth rank of this world would still only have to pay with their life.

Fan Xian calmed himself and turned his head back, walking over to Yan Xiaoyi’s intact head, ready to reach out and close this strongman’s dead eyes.

However …… he saw the pupils that had been dilated, but stopped moving, as if he felt that this person was still alive.

“Perhaps you can still hear me.” Fan Xian was silent for a while and began to say, a suppressed cough laced in his words, “I know you think this is unfair, but there has always been nothing fair in the world.”

Yan Xiaoyi did not have the slightest reaction, his pupils had dispersed, staring at the sky.

Fan Xian said after a little silence, “Your son, I didn’t kill him, it was the Four Gu Swords that killed him, I will avenge you in the future.”

Not knowing why beside Yan Xiaoyi’s corpse, Fan Xian would tell such a lie. In fact, his thoughts were very simple, he felt that this kind of death was unfair to Yan Xiaoyi, for such a gifted and powerful person, the death was unjust. And he was even more aware of what a person would think about before dying.

For example, what was the thing that Yan Xiaoyi remembered the most in his heart – if Yan Xiaoyi was made to believe that he was the murderer of Yan Shenduo, and Yan Xiaoyi was unable to kill himself to avenge his son’s death, this strong man would only be saddened to the core.

These words were only to settle Yan Xiaoyi’s heart. However, Yan Xiaoyi’s eyes still did not close. Fan Xian smiled to himself, thinking to himself whether he was comforting the dead man or himself.

He said softly, ”What they said is not wrong, you are indeed powerful, you can even try to challenge those old monsters. That’s why I don’t have the means to kill you, and the one who kills you isn’t me.”

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian continued, “This thing is called a gun, and it is the essence of a civilization …… although this essence is not a good thing for that civilization.”

Yan Xiaoyi’s eyes still didn’t close, only a cackle sounded from his collar bone, and his head tilted, falling into his own flesh and blood. This Ninth Grade powerhouse had died long ago, only his skeleton, which had been shattered by the bullet, was finally unable to bear the weight of his head at this time, and fell down, like fallen leaves.

Fan Xian froze, staring blankly at the dead man’s ghastly white, blood-coated face for a long time, not knowing how to speak. After a long time, he looked up at the sky, as if trying to find some trace of something in the blue sky and white clouds.

A good fighter dies in battle, a good swimmer drowns in the water, and a good shooter dies in the vector. This is the most sensible saying summarized by people. Yan Xiaoyi, whose archery skills were divine, finally died under a barrett, regardless of whether the ending was fair or not, regardless of whether the process was absurd or not, but the blood and flesh spread all over the ground proved the blood and nakedness of this truth.

Yan Xiaoyi was the strongest enemy that Fan Xian had killed since his rebirth, and he still maintained his respect for the blood and flesh on the ground. Especially since this one day and one night of chasing and killing had allowed him to finally understand a truth and figure out one thing in his final life and death moment, which would undoubtedly play a very big role in his future life.

He was overly afraid of death, so he always acted with more than enough caution and gloom, and no obstacles to killing decisively, but never possessed a bright mood like that of Haitang, and the obsessive courage like that of Wang XIII Lang. It was not until he was forced to the edge of the cliff by Yan Xiaoyi that he truly broke away the dark color in his heart and bravely stood up from the grass, raising the gun in his hand.

He stood up from then on.

Maintaining his respect for Yan Xiaoyi, Fan Xian, after getting used to this mess of flesh and blood, still began to ruthlessly follow through. Removing the gold-wrapped silk longbow next to the other’s corpse, he laboriously dragged the half-mutilated corpse towards the edge of the cliff.

Standing at the edge of the cliff, he measured his bearing, then slowly squatted down to the ground, picked a rock, and began to carve the corpse. At this moment, the sun was extremely bright, between the blue sky, white clouds and green grass, a handsome and pale-faced young man held a stone and kept chopping the corpses around him, blood splattering everywhere, the scene looked extremely disgusting.

He pushed half of Yan Xiaoyi’s body and the stone off the cliff, and no echo came from him for a long time.

After doing all this, he was already tired enough, and the sharp pain in his chest, even more so, made him somewhat unable to stand, sitting on his butt on the ground in a very sorry state, his brain somewhat dizzy.

He knew he had to rest and heal, the minced meat and guts left in the grass should not take more than a few days to be digested by the living beings in this primitive forest, and he still had to get rid of the traces left by the heavy sniping.

He coughed twice, shocking the small arrow that passed through the side of his heart with a slight quiver, and a tearing pain spread out, causing him to stifle a grunt.

Not at the same moment, far away from that mountaintop marvelous meadow on the top of Da Dong Mountain, in that building of the Qing Temple, the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom, who was besieged in Da Dong Mountain, looked through the window, looking out of the window at the faint morning light faintly out of his mind.

“I wonder if that child can safely return to Kyoto.” He said slowly. This should be the first time Emperor Qing Guo had shown such tenderness towards Fan Xian in front of outsiders.

Elder Eunuch Hong smiled faintly, his deep wrinkles filled with calmness, as if there were not five thousand powerful rebels at the bottom of the mountain, and there was not a Great Master wearing a hat slowly traveling on the staircase to heaven.

“Little Lord Fan is heavenly talented, and there are no great figures outside of the Great Eastern Mountain.” Elder Eunuch Hong said gently, “The road shouldn’t be difficult, the key is after returning to the capital.”

“Things in Kyoto are not difficult.” Emperor Qing Guo smiled slightly, “I’ve grown to love this child more and more. Look at him one more time this time.”

Elder Eunuch Hong sighed in his heart, thinking that since he loved it, why would he need to be suspicious and tempted again, and how different was this from the tactics he used on the second prince back then?

The emperor no longer talked about the bastard who escaped, turned to look at Elder Eunuch Hong and calmly said, “This time, I will rely on you.”

Eunuch Hong is still hunched over, silent for a long time and then slowly said, “I am a lackey of the Kingdom of Qing. Since the founding of the country, I have been looking forward to my Great Qing Dynasty to unify the world. It is the old slave’s good fortune to be able to serve His Majesty.”

This was not an expression of loyalty, between the emperor and the old eunuch, there was no need for such unnecessary words. But to this day, with the army surrounding the mountain, Elder Eunuch Hong still spoke slowly, as if he desperately wanted to tell the emperor what was on his mind.

The emperor quietly looked at Hong Si Itchy, the look on his face gradually becoming more and more grave. After a long time he bowed with both hands and paid his respects to Elder Eunuch Hong.

With the emperor’s supreme status, bowing to a eunuch was of course an unimaginable sight. However, Hong Si Itch was indifferent, calmly and even somewhat indifferently accepting this salute.

The emperor straightened up, a resolute look appeared on his face, and said, “What I have promised you, what I have promised Qing Guo, what I have promised the world …… in the future, I will let you see.”

The sky has long been bright, the thick fog has long been dispersed. The rebel army center camp at the foot of the Great Eastern Mountain several rows of green trees after the hill, that all black-clothed rebel commander calmly watched the movement at the mountain gate, serene eyes full of peace, all without a trace of excitement and exuberance.

“No more attacks, it’s useless.” The black-clothed commander-in-chief spoke calmly to the people around him, as if he was talking about a short and parental matter, his attitude was gentle, yet not to be questioned.

Yun Zhilan, who carried a long sword on his back, glanced at this mysterious figure and frowned slightly, although he did not agree with the other party’s judgment, he did not speak out to refute it. The siege of the Great Eastern Mountain this time was like a wind and thunder that was destined to shake the world, and Yun Zhilan, who was a great swordsman, didn’t want to have the slightest impact on the overall situation because of himself.

It was quiet there at the mountain gate, the remaining hundreds of forbidden troops had already withdrawn behind the gate. However, the five thousand longbowmen of the rebels had attacked several times strongly, but were repelled back by all the defense forces in the mountain forest. And this time, it was the strong attacking force with the Dongyi City experts as the core that launched the offensive.

Yun Zhilan had very strong confidence in the strength of the Sword Lodge’s children, thinking that with them leading a strong attack with bowmen, even if the forest behind the mountain gate hid the Emperor of Qing’s most powerful tiger guards, they would always be torn open.

Not to mention that the toughest …… young master on the side of the forbidden army, when he faces his fellow disciples in Dongyi City, is he going to continue to make a move?

The morning birds were startled, rushing out of the forest tops with a crash, actually tearing down a few green leaves, from which it can be imagined that those birds that rested overnight were startled into what kind of appearance.

What startles the birds is the snow that lights up like the sky.

A piece of snow is a knife.

A long knife that kills without mercy.

The snow light in the sky, I don’t know how many Soul Devouring Long Knives were dancing at the same time, in order to create such a cold and terrible scene.

The forest knife qi vertical and horizontal, instantly through and through sprinkled out, invading the usual sturdy, but at this time seems incomparably fragile forest, cutting up countless bark tree trunks, crackling and shooting out, hitting the soil in the plopping sound.

Countless muffled grunts and miserable cries rang out in a split second, the blood in the forest spilled without money, limbs and broken arms thrown away toward the sky, falling toward the ground. The encounter at the first encounter was so grueling, and it could also be seen that those swordsmen had finally exploded their strongest power when they were pushed to the last dilemma.

Yun Zhilan’s pupils shrank, knowing that the black-clothed commander’s judgment was indeed correct, and no longer daring to wait, he waved his hand to send out an arrow.

Dong Yi City’s experts led the remaining rebel soldiers, very reluctantly retreating out of the forest in defeat, then looking at the momentum, it seemed more appropriate to call it a rout.

In just a few breaths of resistance, the rebels who attacked the mountain gate paid seventy percent of the casualties, and even Dong Yi City’s experts lost five people.

Yun Zhilan’s heart ached, not knowing how to speak. Dongyi City did not have a large number of soldiers like Southern Qing and Northern Qi, the most powerful was the group of swordsmen cultivated by the Sword Lodge, even if only five people died, it was still a heavy blow.

He knew that the defense force around Emperor Qing was naturally quite terrifying, but how could he not have expected that the other side’s force guarding the mountain would be so powerful as this?

“It’s the Tiger Guard.” The black clothed man on the horse looked at him and said calmly, “Legend has it that the seven Tiger Guards around Lord Little Fan joined forces and could force back the Begonia girl …… while on this quiet Da Dong Mountain.”

He smiled slightly, “There are a hundred tiger guards.”