Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 100
Since Qin Mu was willing to let her go alone, he must have already made arrangements. Besides, Steward Qin staying behind must also have his reasons...
Zhu Huihui didn't think much of it. She grabbed the big straw hat, put it haphazardly on her head, and ran down the lake embankment.
The above is what Zhu Huihui experienced. Naturally, she didn't have the patience to tell Chen Muwan about it. She finally found Miss Mu, but where was the great hero?
Nishino En said, "The great hero is taking a walk on this long embankment, but I can't see anyone."
Zhu Huihui was a little anxious, but seeing Chen Muwan's pale and bluish lips, she suppressed her anxiety and asked, "Miss Mu, are you alright?"
"I...I'm fine!" Chen Muwan managed to muster her strength: "Miss Zhu, why are you back here?"
Zhu Huihui waved his hand: "We'll talk about these things later. Where is the great hero?"
Chen Muwan pointed ahead: "Young Master Feng... went ahead to duel with a very powerful person..."
Zhu Huihui looked ahead; the long, dark night seemed to lurk with some unknown danger, but she couldn't see anything.
She can't see anything anymore, what about you, hero? Can you see anything, hero?
Zhu Huihui was extremely anxious: "Miss Mu, you rest here first, I'll go and take a look ahead!" She ran forward along the embankment.
The night was very dark, and visibility was limited. The lake embankment was very long, and apart from the sound of waves crashing against the shore, nothing could be heard.
All she knew was that the hero was "ahead," but where was "ahead"?
After running for several miles, a burst of snow flame suddenly erupted in the misty night rain ahead.
That snow flame, flashed once, then flashed again, then flashed thrice, and suddenly transformed into thousands of tiny flames, fluttering and dancing like the aurora borealis filling the winter night sky of the Arctic, its fleeting appearance already shining for a thousand years.
In the snow's glow, countless tiny stars twinkled. Though their brilliance was faint, it was nonetheless dazzling amidst the crisp, clear snow.
Zhu Huihui felt a surge of excitement. It was a hero! He was alright!
She rushed over in one go.
The snow-covered stars suddenly scattered, but Zhu Huihui's vision still lingered with the beautiful, tender intertwining of stars and snow. She had to rub her eyes hard before she could finally see two people facing each other on the lake embankment.
On one side was a tall, slender figure, his snow-white robe fluttering in the wind, his handsome face serene as the moon, a few strands of slightly damp hair clinging to his forehead, a long sword held across his chest, the sword's light reflecting off his jade-like face with a chilling aura.
Not far away, a bamboo stalk is half-bent, and a man in black rests his fingers on the bamboo tip, his body half-suspended on the lake surface, rising and falling slightly with the bamboo, looking very relaxed.
Upon seeing this person, Zhu Huihui's heart, which had been lifted by seeing Feng Xuese, suddenly sank again.
She was still afraid of the terrifying presence of the man in black, but now, her fear wasn't as intense. Perhaps it was because the hero was there?
She stood on the embankment, hesitant to go over. She wondered to herself, if the great swordsman and this man fought, who would win?
Judging from the scene, the man in black didn't win, but... the hero doesn't seem to be the victor either!
Maple Snow slowly withdrew its stance, the sword held horizontally across its chest, its tip lightly touching the ground: "Crimson Gray?"
"I...I'm here!" Zhu Huihui looked at the man in black with some timidity, but her voice was full of joy.
That long-lost sweet, clear voice was like sunshine, dispelling the gloom that had settled in Feng Xuese's heart. Even the cold, misty rainy night felt warm, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. This clumsy child, when running towards him, always had such hurried, flustered steps!
"Grey, just stay there and don't come any closer!"
Even though it was night, Zhu Huihui could almost see the warm smile on his face, as warm as the March sun. Her heart leaped with joy, and she answered loudly, "Yes! Great hero!"
Although he forbade her to call him a hero, she pretended to have forgotten since he didn't mention it! She immediately sat down properly on the embankment, her face full of smiles, her bright eyes wide open, staring intently at him.
The tip of the snow-white sword rose slightly: "Kazama Yoru, again!"
Kazama Yoru lowered his body and swept closer like smoke, his voice filled with curiosity: "Could this be the shameless little girl that Young Master Feng mentioned?"
Feng Xuese coughed, feeling a little embarrassed. "Shameless little girl," he had only said it casually, but Kazama Yoru's question made it sound like he was talking badly about Hua Hua behind her back.
Zhu Huihui didn't seem to care, but she was a little confused. A shameless little girl? Was she talking about her? She pinched her own cheek, and it didn't seem that shameful...
Kazama Yoru's gaze fell upon her, and beneath the狰狞 mask, a pair of eyes like night-blooming ceremonial teeth suddenly shone brightly.
"Okay! Let's do it again!"
A gleam shone in his palm, and the Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute aimed directly at the vital point on Feng Xuese's chest. A strong wind swept through, and the flute emitted a strange whistling sound.
The maple-colored longsword was pushed horizontally, and upon contact with the flute, the internal force was transformed into a skillful force, pushing the flute away.
Kazama Yoru pressed forward, his figure already close, his left hand thrusting diagonally towards Fuyuki's right rib. Fuyuki stepped back, dodging the blow, her longsword slashing back, the tip trembling slightly, swiftly aiming for Kazama Yoru's five vital points: Jiuwei, Juque, Qihai, and Yuanguan. Kazama Yoru sidestepped, her flute following up with a metallic clang, their palms meeting with a loud "bang," before they simultaneously retreated.
Kazama Yoru swayed slightly before coming to a stop. Kaze Yuki, on the other hand, took seven steps back before regaining her footing.
Zhu Huihui thought to himself, "This is bad. The hero seems to be at a disadvantage. I can't just stand by and watch. I have to help!" He reached out and touched the ground, his fingertips touching a fist-sized stone. He quietly clenched it in his palm, ready to smash it down on the man in black's head at any moment.
She didn't understand that when the two exchanged blows, Feng Xuese seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact she retreated several steps and skillfully neutralized the opponent's internal force. Feng Jianye, on the other hand, just endured it. To be honest, Feng Jianye suffered more losses.
At this moment, the two stood facing each other, each secretly circulating their inner energy, and neither of them uttered a sound.
The maple leaves recovered quickly. With a single word, "Come," the longsword was drawn, and a dense "wind soldier and grass armor" net was woven, enveloping Kazama Yoru in a sky full of sword shadows.
Kazama Yoru chuckled coldly, his sword piercing through the twilight, sending wisps of cold light flying like a meteor shower. The sound of rushing water mingled with the wind-splitting sword and the melodious strains of the flute. It was as if the grand tones of a great bell and the gentle strains of a soft clapper were blended together, creating a wondrous harmony.
Zhu Huihui was dazzled by the starlight and sword light flying all over the sky. She closed her eyes, then opened them wide, and aimed at Feng Jianye's position. She threw a stone at him. Her cunning eyes had been honed to an extremely sharp level when she fought alongside Feng Xuese, knowing when was the most appropriate time to launch a sneak attack.
Kazama Yoru and Kazeyuki Sei were locked in fierce combat when they suddenly heard an unpleasant gust of wind. Seeing a hidden weapon hurtling towards their heads, they quickly dodged to the side and swung their palms to deflect it.
In a battle between masters, no carelessness is allowed. The snow-white longsword had already been delivered in the opening, and it was too late for Kazama Yoru to make a comeback. The thin tip of the "snow-white" sword was less than three inches from his throat, yet it remained still.