Ein Reisender, der alle Himmel und unzählige Welten durchquert

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"I'm alright." Qiu Hengbo answered softly, looking at Ming Er, who was handsome and refined under the moonlight. Her heart was filled with excitement. Countless words came out, but in the end, she only asked softly, "Second Young Master... were you injured last time?" He and Lan Qi fell into the sea together during the storm. Although he was sure that he would be alright, seeing him unharmed with his own eyes now brought him a sense of reality and surprise.

"Your inner strength is sealed, but you can still move your hands and feet." Suddenly, a voice drowned out Qiu Hengbo's soft question. The voice was hoarse, as if it hadn't had water for many days. Then, a slender figure emerged from the shadows. She was half-old but still had a graceful charm. It was Sui Qingchen, the teacher. Behind her, many more figures emerged from the dark stone house one after another.

"Brother!" A soft voice rang out, accompanied by a figure rushing towards Hua Qinghe, who was leaning against a pillar.

"Fushu!" Hua Qinghe helped Hua Fushu up, his eyes filled with joy.

"Young Master!" Another figure rushed towards Yuwen Feng; it was Rong Yue.

"Rongyue, wait... my brother is injured, don't touch his wound!" Yuwen Luo hurriedly stopped Rongyue.

"Miss." Liu Mo quietly walked to Qiu Hengbo's side, but her eyes glanced to the side and saw that Song Gen was holding the motionless Ning Lang in his arms. She couldn't help but move her feet towards him.

"Miss Shang..." Jin Que Lou saw Shang Pinghan walk out and wanted to go forward, but remembered the past and stopped in his tracks.

Shang Pinghan glanced at him and nodded slightly.

"Oh, what a touching scene of family reunion and reminiscing!" A purple shadow drifted down; it was Lan Qi, who had broken through the formation and returned, his smile tinged with sarcasm.

Looking at this group of female warriors, although their makeup was bleak and their clothes were still the same, they looked much better than the male warriors in the next room who were covered in wounds and bloodstains. It seems that Yun Wuyai still knows a bit about cherishing women.

"Everyone, this is not the time to talk. We must leave as soon as possible, or the people from Dongming Island will come after us." Ming Er's words immediately put everyone on alert. Yes, they were still in danger.

“It’s not that they ‘will chase after us,’ but that they’ve already arrived.” Lan Qi snorted coldly, and several dark figures were already approaching from the stone house a few feet away.

Ming Er also saw the dark figures, turned to look at Lan Qi, and their eyes met, understanding each other perfectly.

"I will lead the way. Please follow carefully and do not touch anything to avoid triggering traps," Ming Er instructed before moving swiftly like the wind.

Everyone knew that the situation was critical, so they said no more and followed Ming Er.

At the same moment, Lan Qi leaped up and rushed back to meet him.

26. The Other Shore Flower Blooms Like a Dream (Part 1)

Yuwen Feng walked at the back, and before leaving, he looked back. In the sky, the cold moon was embedded, and in mid-air, a purple shadow was like a phantom, the sword light was dazzling, and the fan shadow was terrifying.

"Brother, let's go!" Yuwen Luo grabbed his brother's hand, and Yuwen Feng turned and left.

Many years later, when Yuwen Luo recalled this scene, the dark stone walls always seemed to loom over him. At that time, they followed Ming Er, running through stone corridors and around countless stone pillars, traversing the seemingly endless stone wall passages, turning and twisting without a sense of direction... Occasionally, a sliver of cold moonlight would shine down, but more often it was pitch black, accompanied by the rapid breathing of their companions and the occasional screams from ahead.

When they finally emerged from the stone houses, bathed in the starlight and moonlight, breathing in the cool, fresh air, with the mountain breeze rustling in their faces, and looking out at the boundless expanse, everyone felt as if they had been reborn.

"We escaped?!" someone murmured as if in a dream.

"It's still early." Ming Er pointed to the ground below, where countless lights were already twinkling. "It seems that Dongming Island has been thoroughly alerted."

Following Ming Er's guidance, the group looked down and saw a row of lights at the bottom of the peak. Turning back, they saw that the stone house, which had been dark when they escaped, was now lit up, accompanied by the sounds of swords clashing and screams.

There, Lan Qi was still single-handedly holding off the experts from the Eastern Sea.

With tigers in front and wolves behind, already wounded and powerless to fight back, were they to die here?! The crowd was unwilling to accept this.

"Let's go, there's no time." Yuwen Feng was the first to walk down the mountain. "Life or death is a once-in-a-lifetime event. A man would rather die a glorious death than live like a pig or a dog!"

"Big brother, wait for me!" Yuwen Luo chased after Yuwen Feng.

Xie Mo and Song Gen carried Ning Lang and followed.

“Brother Hua Yan.” Hua Qinghe looked at Ming Er, “If there is no way to save us, you may leave. The martial arts world of the Imperial Dynasty cannot be trampled underfoot by Dongming Island. ‘Lan Yin Bi Yue’ must be welcomed back to the Imperial Dynasty!” The once plump and chubby face of the eldest son of the Hua family was now sunken and haggard, but his tone was still amiable. He casually said a sentence and then took Hua Fushu away, with Rong Yue following behind.

“Death is nothing more than abandoning a body, but if we can walk out alive, we will surely avenge this hatred in the future!” Mei Hongming, who was always silent, suddenly raised his head and spoke calmly but with great conviction.

"Yes!" The heroes and heroines on the mountainside responded in unison, their voices thundering and howling, echoing through the night sky.

"Let's go." The crowd strode away with their heads held high, displaying the imposing demeanor of heroes attending a gathering, not the air of defeated prisoners escaping!

Qiu Hengbo glanced at Ming Er with her eyes like water, but only smiled lightly before following him. Liu Mo, Shang Pinghan, Sui Qingchen and the others all left in silence.

Ming Er gazed at the group of wounded and disheveled heroes ahead, yet their aura remained undiminished. He smiled leisurely, then turned back to see the brightly lit stone house behind him, the occasional clash of weapons echoing through the air. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, leaped into the air, and landed in front of the group, casually tossing out a sentence with a light smile, "I promised to lead the way for you all."

"Please, Second Young Master!" The group of heroes, without stopping, waved to him, all with smiles on their faces.

"Let's go."

Ming Er stood at the forefront, his robes fluttering as if he were riding the wind. Behind him, a group of imperial experts, their internal and external injuries sealed, charged confidently towards the bottom of the peak.

"The picturesque landscape has lost its color to the smoke of war." Someone began humming a song.

"With swords and spears, they fight for supremacy." Someone continued singing.

This is a war song composed by Feng Xiyun, the female ruler of the Feng Kingdom in the previous dynasty, more than a hundred years ago during the chaos of war. It fully expresses her great talent and strategy in commanding the country and sings of her heroic ambition to die for her country. It has been widely circulated in later generations and can be said to be sung by everyone in the dynasty.

"A long sword is needed to reach the heavens; I will dance in the middle of the night, vowing to mend the sky!"

As more people joined in the singing, a bold and resounding melody instantly echoed through the mountains.

"The heavenly horse comes from the west, all for the hands that turn the clouds. Holding the tiger tally and carrying the jade dragon, the feathered arrow pierces through the vast mountain pass! The hearts of the true men are as firm as iron until death. Blood washes the mountains and rivers, grass covers the white bones, they are not afraid of being buried by dust, their loyal hearts shine in the blue sky!"

Amidst the majestic singing, the chivalrous spirits surged, truly embodying the courage to face death without fear.

Although this is not a battlefield of swords and horses, and they are not soldiers guarding the border, they still have the skill to shoot arrows across the vast sky, have experienced the tragedy of bloodshed, and have the courage to cover the white bones with grass!

Singing all the way, the heroes of the Imperial Dynasty Martial Arts World, looking disheveled but full of vigor, descended from the South Peak and reached the bottom. Facing them was the crimson flames like the sun and the murderous aura of the Eastern Sea masters!

"Great song! Great spirit!" Qu Huailiu, who was waiting in front of the stone house, clapped his hands in praise.

"Of course, that would be great." A captivatingly clear voice came from behind.

Everyone looked back and saw a purple shadow rushing over, arriving in front of them in the blink of an eye. It was Lan Qi who had caught up. In the distance, it could be seen that the experts from Dongming had also chased after them from the mountainside.

Lan Qi landed gracefully, her bright blue eyes gleaming, a charming smile on her face. "With your song, I suddenly feel that being with you isn't so shameful after all."

In the past, most people would probably have been angry to hear Lan Qi say this, but at this moment, the heroes felt only a sense of satisfaction.

"With the Second Young Master and the Seventh Young Master here, things are indeed different." Qu Huailiu also smiled as he looked at the group of people opposite him. Although they were in a state of unprecedented disarray, their sharpness was even more pronounced.

"I have always had a question in my mind. I wonder if you could enlighten me?" Ming Er asked Qu Huailiu.

"Please speak, Second Young Master. I will answer to the best of my knowledge," Qu Huailiu said politely.

"The Imperial Martial World has no connection with Dongming, so why did Dongming seize my Holy Decree and why did they harm and imprison fellow martial artists?" Ming Er asked Wenwen.

"Because Dongming needs your submission." Qu Huailiu's answer was unexpectedly straightforward and concise.

"Submit?" Ming Er raised his left eyebrow.

“Yes.” Qu Huailiu’s gaze swept over the group of heroes behind Ming Er. “I think the Second Young Master’s companions can confirm that we only want your submission and have no other intentions.”

Ming Er turned his head and looked around. All the heroes' eyes shone with humiliation and resentment. The torment they had endured for months was because they refused to "submit"!

"Haha..." Lan Qi laughed loudly, "Isn't it funny what you're saying? Submitting, isn't that the same as offering up everything?"

“There’s a saying, ‘The victor is king, the loser is a bandit.’ Your dynasty’s thousands of experts are all prisoners of my Eastern Sea. It’s only natural that you offer them everything,” Wan Ai, standing beside Qu Huailiu, replied loudly.

These words enraged the heroes.

"Oh dear, your martial arts skills are not as impressive as your mouth." Lan Qi's green eyes flashed for a moment, and she looked at Wan Ai with a smile. Wan Ai remembered his defeat that day and his face turned red with anger.

Ming Er ignored the bickering and asked again, "May I ask, Your Excellency, why does Dongming demand the submission of the imperial martial arts world?"

Qu Huailiu smiled politely and said, "Only our young master and our king can answer that."

"Oh?" A glint flashed in Ming Erkongmeng's eyes.

"Yes, our young master has been waiting for you two at the summit for a long time." Qu Huailiu pointed to the sky, a hint of slyness in his smile. "And your number one martial artist, Sect Leader Mingkong, is also waiting for you up there."

Ming Er raised his head to glance at the peak, then looked back at Qu Huailiu and said, "So, are there also people from the Imperial Martial Arts World imprisoned in the stone house behind you?"

“Yes.” Qu Huailiu answered quite cooperatively, “All of your dynasty’s people are here on the South Peak.”

"Yes." Ming Er nodded. "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome." Qu Huailiu replied with the same gentle politeness. "I have answered all of the Second Young Master's questions. Now, may I ask, Second Young Master, would you please submit now, so as to avoid us fighting each other and causing more innocent deaths?"

Ming Er glanced back at the group of heroes, then shook his head and said, "No."

"Oh?" Qu Huailiu's eyebrows twitched. "Although the Second Young Master and the Seventh Young Master are unparalleled in martial arts, they are..." He raised his hand and pointed at the group of heroes, "They have no internal energy left and are covered in injuries, making them even weaker than ordinary people. As for us..." With a wave of his hand, the experts from the Eastern Sea had surrounded the imperial group from all directions. "Does the Second Young Master think you have a chance of winning?"

Ming Er smiled calmly and said, "When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins."

Qu Huailiu shook his head and said, "We in Dongming have no cowards who fear death."

Ming Eryi was gentle and refined, believing that "when the brave meet, the wise prevail."

"Oh?" Qu Huailiu's eyes flickered.

Ming Er turned around and glanced at the group of heroes from the Imperial Dynasty. Regardless of gender or age, everyone had the same expression in their eyes. Finally, his gaze fell on Lan Qi.

Lan Qi looked up at him, her emerald eyes widening, and a wicked, unrestrained smile slowly bloomed, like a flower from the other shore, "If you're going to play, you should play the most exciting kind, right?"

In the second chapter, she gave a nonchalant smile.

The two simultaneously raised their sleeves, and in mid-air, two streaks of light, one purple and one blue, streaked across the sky.

"Though you have lost your inner strength, your hands and feet are still intact." Lan Qi turned to look at the heroes behind him. "The dignity of the Imperial Martial World has been lost by you, and it is time for you to reclaim it yourselves!"

"Yes!" the heroes roared in unison.

Amidst the roar, countless black shadows flew from afar and arrived in an instant. In a moment, countless men in black landed on the roof of the stone house. With a flick of their hands, a bright light flashed, and then countless knives and swords were stuck in the ground.

"Just as the young master said." Qu Huailiu was not surprised to see these men in black appear.

"Young Master!"

"Seventh Young Master!"

Four figures flew down in front of Ming Er and Lan Qi; they were Ming Ying, Ming Luo, Lan Tong, and Lan Long.

"Killing is easier with swords and knives," Lan Qi said with a smile. The heroes behind him immediately understood and drew their weapons. "Thank you, Young Master Qi!"

Lan Qi turned around, then untied the Crimson Dragon Whip that had been wrapped around his waist and tossed it to Yuwen Feng. "Young Master Yuwen, here's your whip back. Don't expect me to come and save you this time."

Yuwen Feng raised his hand to catch it, feeling a slight warmth on his skin—it was Lan Qi's body temperature. "Hmph, no need," he said coldly, tightening his grip on the long whip.

Ming Er looked up at the sky and said leisurely, "Tonight the moon is bright and the stars are few..."

“Isn’t this the perfect time to kill?” Lan Qi interjected.

The two exchanged a smile, and their purple and green figures leaped into the air in an instant. A gust of wind swept by, the firelight flickered, and the sharp edges of swords and blades were cold!

A cold wind suddenly swept by, and the firelight flickered!

Night falls, the cold moon shines like frost, and the sharp edges of swords are chilling!