His smile was pale, and his voice was even weaker than the laughter, but his eyes were very sincere.
Ban Lan was slightly taken aback, then smiled brightly, her crescent-shaped eyes clear and bright.
Before leaving, Ban Lan re-hung the painting in its original place and moved a table to prop it up. But after setting it up, she felt that it was only making things more obvious, so she pulled the table away again. After going back and forth like this for a while, she finally felt relieved, then turned around and left, heading straight for Doctor Sun's residence.
Unexpectedly, Dr. Sun's residence was empty. Ban Lan's expression changed slightly, and she secretly hoped that Dr. Sun had not suffered any misfortune.
As soon as she turned around, she suddenly caught sight of many figures on the opposite South Peak. Upon closer inspection, she realized that there were dozens of figures locked in combat.
Upon looking around, Ban Lan suddenly realized why the main peak was so quiet; the fighting was taking place on the south peak. With that thought, Ban Lan immediately headed towards the south peak.
ending
For Ban Lan, compared to Cen Ji being injured, she would rather see him sitting in the position of Master Kongshan, looking down on the world and ruling the martial arts world.
But as many people say, life is made up of countless unexpected events. So when she saw Cen Ji covered in blood, she was like a spirit that couldn't see the light of day, nailed to the mountain road by the arrow-like sunlight.
At the summit of South Peak, clouds hang low in the sky.
The sky was filled with the light of countless swords, like a torrent of water. Only the dark figure in the water suddenly froze, like a suddenly silent madman, who even forgot to dodge the sword coming from behind.
The madman was staggered by the sudden sword strike and fell forward.
But he did not fall.
Ban Lan saw the Madman smiling at her. Just a moment ago, the Madman was exuding a murderous aura, but the next moment he looked at his precious one with eyes that could melt away everything.
Fu Ming raised his thick, dark eyebrows and smacked his lips. "Unfortunately, I've been exposed." He had only fabricated a lie. He didn't even know what Ban Lan looked like or where she was. All he knew was that the famous woman in the martial arts world could make that black-clad guard risk his life.
Wei Li snorted coldly, "If you don't tell your men to stop, I'll lose this mountain, but I won't let you get away with it."
Fu Ming unconsciously turned his head to look at Wei Li. The sunlight shone on his face, and the soft light reflected off his face, making his expression even more unpredictable.
"Don't you think South Peak is unusually lively today?" Fu Ming said with a smile. However, his smile was completely swallowed by the backlight.
The dozen or so Dragon Gate Cult members who were besieging Cen Ji and Wen Moyin suddenly stopped, which made Wen Moyin feel relieved.
"Thank goodness you're alright." After saying this, Cen Ji suddenly fell forward. He was like a string that had suddenly snapped, plummeting downwards with the west wind.
In the instant he collapsed, Cen Ji felt a dizzying sensation as if the world had turned upside down.
Many years later, he couldn't remember whether he had stumbled against the woman in crimson that day, or whether she had bumped into him. The only thing he could remember was that the woman's thin arms were tightly wrapped around him, and she herself was no stronger than a fallen leaf in the water.
"Ouch, that hurts." Cen Ji gasped as his chest wound was touched. Looking at Ban Lan, who was huddled in his arms, he reached out and tidied her messy hair.
Her long hair was scattered in the wind, like tangled memories of the past.
Cen Ji gradually felt his strength waning, and the pressure on Ban Lan grew heavier and heavier, like a giant wave slowly overturning.
As if afraid that the little one in his arms would be crushed by his heavy body, he gently pushed her away and forced a faint smile, "That day I suddenly disappeared, you wouldn't hold a grudge against me, would you? Why won't you even talk to me?"
"Cen Qi, are you about to die?" Ban Lan looked at him with an extremely serious expression.
"What do you think?" Cen Ji smiled. He really wanted to reach out and flick her nose, but that was just a thought, because even his smile became forced.
"I don't know, but if you die, you can no longer be the Master of Kongshan." Ban Lan suddenly frowned, her clear, mirror-like eyes flashing with worry and tension.
"You want me to sit in that seat?" Cen Ji sighed deeply, the sigh was somewhat exaggerated, because his eyes were full of laughter when he spoke.
Ban Lan honestly shook her head.
"If you're not willing, then I won't do it." Cen Ji kissed her forehead with satisfaction.
Ban Lan looked at Cen Ji with a puzzled expression, her serious face as if she wanted to crush every word Cen Ji said.
"Before you figure it out, sit with me for a while," Cen Ji joked. In reality, he knew he couldn't stand for much longer. He just wanted to lean against the rocky cliff, hold Ban Lan in his arms, and breathe in her scent—that would be enough.
Fu Ming and Wei Li looked at the two from a distance, their expressions different.
“Young man, tsk tsk.” Fu Ming rarely had a serious expression on his face, because when he did, it usually meant someone was going to die.
Wei Li, however, kept her lips tightly pressed together, and her flowing silver hair reminded Fu Ming of mercury, which seemed pure and harmless.
“If I kill you, how much of a chance does the Dragon Gate Sect have left?” Wei Li asked.
Do you think you can kill me?
"Perhaps."
"Oh." Fu Ming nodded with a smile. He knew that the "perhaps" meant that Wei Li wasn't very confident, but he wasn't confident that he could kill Wei Li either. "Actually, whether you back down today or not, the name Kongshan Ridge will become a thing of the past from today onwards."
"Are you so sure?" Wei Li raised her two delicate eyebrows again and again.
Fu Ming chuckled and said, "Come on, stop looking at me like that. The name Kongshanling probably doesn't carry as much weight in your heart as your disciple. Someone like you could go to hell and meet Old Man Wen and still say without a shred of guilt that you lost Kongshanling."
Wei Li's expression changed several times before she finally said, "No wonder they say that only your opponent truly understands you."
“But,” Wei Li paused, then said, “Kongshan Ridge is no longer under my control, and coincidentally, I hate it when others guess my thoughts. So I think you’ll have to put in some effort if you want to achieve your goal.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Ming's smile suddenly turned cold.
Cen Ji sat with his back against the mountain rock, while Ban Lan knelt beside him, frantically tearing at the hem of her skirt, trying to bandage Cen Ji's wounds. She pulled hard for a long time, leaving deep red marks on her delicate hands, but she didn't tear it at all.
Cen Ji glanced at her sideways, then suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. "Alright, the blood will congeal once it flows out, so just be quiet for a while."