Lan Yin Bi Yue

Chapter 66

"Junior Brother, where does it hurt?" Song Gen and Xie Mo panicked upon hearing this and immediately checked Ning Lang's body. Could it be that they had accidentally caused their junior brother to inflict more wounds?

Ning Lang stared blankly at the carnage before him, at Lan Qi killing people, as if he hadn't heard a thing. "Killing so many people...it must hurt..." Before he could finish speaking, crimson blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes slowly closed again.

"Junior Brother!" Song Geng exclaimed in surprise.

Xie Mo raised her hand to check Ning Lang's nose, breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly stood up, gritting her teeth and saying, "Fight our way out! We absolutely cannot let our junior brother die here!"

"Yes!" Song Geng nodded, hoisted Ning Lang back onto his back, drew his sword, and charged at the enemy once more.

...

The moon quietly slanted, and the night quietly passed.

The fires at the foot of the North Gate and South Peak extinguished, then extinguished again, but the killing continued.

Most of the heroes of the Imperial Dynasty had perished, but those who remained were all highly skilled martial artists who had experienced countless battles. Under Ming Er's leadership, the group gradually broke through the encirclement of Dongming. Meanwhile, the experts from the Ming and Lan families slowly formed a protective circle, keeping the Dongming experts out and protecting the group as they rushed out of the stone house.

When they finally saw the land and trees ahead, the heroes of the dynasty were exhausted, but their hearts were filled with joy.

Finally... finally they made it out!

But how could the people of Dongming let them leave so easily?

Thus, the heroes of the imperial dynasty fought their way back, pursued relentlessly by the masters of the Eastern Sea, from the stone house to the plains, and from the plains to the forest...

A trail of blood, severed limbs, corpses, and screams of agony!

Why can't we ever kill all these Dongming people? They're always blocking our way.

Yuwen Feng gasped for breath, his vision blurred, and his limbs gradually went weak. He bit his tongue hard, using the sharp pain to rouse himself, and took another large step forward. Suddenly, he heard the wind behind him, accompanied by his younger brother Yuwen Luo's cry: "Big brother, to the left!"

Without moving his body, he flicked his wrist, raising his long whip to instantly intercept the sword thrusting from the side. At the same time, he thrust his left-hand sword forward, piercing the opponent's chest squarely. He pulled out the sword and retreated, blood gushing out, a few drops splashing onto his face, but he felt no warmth. This body, too, was numb.

"Big brother, behind you!" His younger brother called out again. He immediately swung his whip backward and caught a long spear.

"Ah!" A sudden scream rang out. Turning his head slightly, he caught a glimpse of a purple shadow out of the corner of his eye, a long trail of black hair flashing through the air. In an instant, without thinking, Yuwen Feng released his spear and whipped it towards the purple shadow. The wind howled behind him, but he couldn't care less. With a "thud," the spear pierced his back, the tip visible in his chest. He felt an unprecedented pain, but he couldn't let go, he absolutely couldn't let go of the whip!

That day, he failed to catch her, and she fell into the sea and was swallowed by the storm. This time, he will definitely catch her!

"Big brother!" Yuwen Luo cried out in terror.

Yuwen Feng seemed oblivious, his left hand, still holding the whip, steadily coiled around the man in purple, and with a deft movement, gently placed him on the ground. Someone swung a knife at him from the opposite side. He raised his left hand, his longsword held high, his expression calm yet fierce as he met his opponent's attack. The knife slashed deeply into his shoulder, the sword cut into his opponent's neck, blood splattering everywhere. He couldn't tell if it was his opponent's or his own; his vision blurred, he vaguely saw someone fall, and he seemed to hear someone scream in terror, "Brother Yuwen!"

Hmm, I can't fall yet. The wind whistles behind me again; the enemy is coming again. I whip my back, seemingly hitting something. Never mind, I raise my longsword in my left hand again, inhale, turn around, and slash down fiercely. Crack! It strikes something. Another pain in my abdomen. Blood rushes before my eyes. Something falls to the ground with a thud…

"Big brother!"

Yes, that's my little brother's voice, trembling with tears. Honestly, someone his age cries so easily.

"Brother Yuwen!"

Hmm? Whose voice is that?

Then, the surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, so quiet that not a sound could be heard... Had everyone on Dongming Island died? The sounds of swords and spears ceased, the shouts of battle also stopped. Hmm, at least they were all dead... My mind relaxed, my body went limp, finally... I could rest.

Suddenly, I faintly heard many sounds again, like many people calling, shouting, and crying… It was so noisy. My body was being shaken, it hurt so much. I wanted to tell them to stop shaking me, it hurt… But all I could see was heavy blackness. I had no strength left, I was so tired and sleepy. The darkness grew thicker and thicker, and I was about to sink into it forever, never to return… No! I haven’t seen it yet…

"Big brother! Big brother!"

"Brother Yuwen! Brother Yuwen!"

Struggling to lift his eyelids, he saw his younger brother Yuwen Luo's face, covered in tears and snot. It was so dirty! He had to tell him to wash it off quickly, otherwise his father would scold him again. Besides, going out like that would bring shame to the Yuwen family. However, it looked rather funny, like a cat's face.

"Brother Yuwen!"

An urgent voice pierced his ears, and then a strand of black hair floated before his eyes. He was instantly jolted awake, and then he saw clearly... purple clothes, black hair, eyes... it was a tearful face, looking at him anxiously, heartbroken. It was Rong Yue... He couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Big brother!" Yuwen Luo watched as a faint smile slowly bloomed on his brother's face. His lips moved as if he wanted to speak, so he quickly leaned down and put his ear close. He heard a very soft murmur that seemed to float on the wind.

"So it wasn't..."

Suddenly, it felt as if something had struck my heart heavily, with a loud bang and thunder in my ears, leaving me completely stunned.

"What's wrong? Is Young Master Yuwen injured again?" A clear and charming voice came from afar, with three parts wickedness, three parts teasing, and four parts doubt.

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in those unfocused pupils.

Yuwen Luo felt a pang of pain in his heart, and suddenly understood something. He shouted, "Seventh Young Master!"

"Huh?" Lan Qi was startled by the shout and quickly floated over. "What's wrong? Do you need my help?"

"Yes." Something surged in Yuwen Luo's eyes, and he hurriedly pushed his brother, whom he was holding in his arms, into Lan Qi's arms. "Seventh Young Master, your skills are high, you must...you must help my brother! Please save my brother!"

He pushed his brother into Lan Qi's arms, but dared not look at the expression on his brother's face. He turned his head away and felt a piercing pain in his chest. Something was choking his throat and he could not breathe. He gasped for air, his throat making a convulsive sound. Finally... he burst into a loud cry of "Wah!"

Lan Qi was startled by Yuwen Luo's actions and quickly looked at the person in her arms. What she saw shocked even her cold-blooded and hard-hearted nature! Yuwen Feng was covered in blood, with a spear tip still stuck in his chest, his left shoulder severed, and a large hole in his abdomen from which blood gushed out, soaking a large area on the ground.

"Why don't you stop the bleeding first!" he shouted, his hands moving rapidly, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. When his fingertips touched the body, his heart sank. He checked the pulse and felt a chill run from head to toe.

"Brother Yuwen..." Lan Qi called softly, clenching her palm and channeling a wisp of internal energy into him, hoping to give him a moment's respite, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea. Her hand trembled, and her green eyes looked weakly at the man.

The man was entirely blood-red, except for his face, which was deathly pale, as white as paper, as white as snow. Even though this paper and snow were stained with blood, not a trace of blood could seep in. His light brown eyes were extremely bright at this moment, without the cold arrogance of the past, but soft and bright, as if he were saying something. And his lips were indeed moving, as if he were speaking.

"Brother Yuwen, what do you want to say?" Lan Qi leaned closer.

"……Dream……"

"Brother Yuwen?"

"..."

The light in those brown eyes finally faded, finally went out.

Only the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He tilted his head slightly, succumbing to that embrace he had just touched, the only one he had ever been in, yet which remained with him until his death.

"Brother Yuwen!" Rong Yue cried out in anguish, rushing over and embracing Yuwen Feng tightly.

"Big brother!" Yuwen Luo rushed over, but pulled Rong Yue away and pushed his brother back into Lan Qi's arms. He held his brother's still warm hand tightly, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Rong Yue was pulled away by Yuwen Luo and fell to the ground. She stared blankly at Yuwen Feng's pale, lifeless face, tears streaming down her face. Her heart ached terribly; the entire world was deathly silent, devoid of any joy. Her eyes remained fixed on the peacefully sleeping face. For some reason, a smile curved her lips, and a bitter, cold tear seeped into her eye. She fumbled for a long sword on the ground and raised it to slash at her neck.

"Clang!" Lan Qi flicked her finger, knocking the longsword away. Her emerald eyes coldly stared at Rong Yue. "Your life is truly worthless!"

As he spoke, he kicked out instantly, sending Yuwen Luo flying several feet away. With a flick of his jade fan, he blocked two longswords, then with a twist of his wrist, the swords snapped in two. Holding Yuwen Feng, he leaped into the air, unleashing a flurry of kicks that sent two Dongming experts crashing to the ground. He then tossed Yuwen Feng toward Yuwen Luo. "Hmph! I'll avenge you!" With a cold utterance, the purple figure vanished into the distance.

Yuwen Luo held his brother's body, which was already a lifeless and unconscious corpse. For a moment, his mind went blank, but his chest ached terribly. The unbearable pain made him burst into a wail, as if the pain in his body and the hatred in his heart could be poured out through his tears and cries.

"Big brother..."

Rong Yue crawled over, her beautiful face deathly pale and lifeless, her eyes blank and lifeless like a lost clay doll.

"Let me... see Brother Yuwen... okay..."

"Get away from me!" Yuwen Luo hugged his brother tightly, crying out hoarsely, "I don't blame you... but get away from me... don't touch my brother now... I don't blame you... sob sob sob... but don't touch my brother..." He hugged his brother tighter and tighter, afraid that he would be taken away if he made a mistake, crying out repeatedly.

Rong Yue didn't leave, but she didn't take another step closer either. She just stared blankly at Mu Sen, staring... like a puppet standing still for half a lifetime, as if she could look at him for thousands of years.

"Rong Yue!"

Hua Fushu and Hua Qinghe got separated from Rong Yue in the chaos. Now, they finally managed to fight their way through and rushed over, only to find Rong Yue kneeling blankly on the ground. Not far away, Yuwen Luo was holding Yuwen Feng, who was covered in blood, and wailing.

Upon seeing Yuwen Feng's injuries and lifeless face, Hua Qinghe and Hua Fushu felt a sudden pang of sorrow, but... this was no time for grief.

"Brother Yuwen, let's get out of here quickly!" Hua Qinghe walked over, picked up Yuwen Feng's body, and left.

"Big brother!" Yuwen Luo frantically reached out to snatch his brother back.

"Do you want all these people to die in vain!" Hua Qinghe suddenly shouted, the grief and indignation in her eyes startling Yuwen Luo, who involuntarily let go.

"Let's go!" Hua Fushu also grabbed Rong Yue, who was standing there blankly.

Just a few steps later, the group was overtaken by three Dongming experts. Seeing the broadsword coming down, Hua Fushu shielded Rong Yue behind him, brandished his longsword, and was about to meet the attack when suddenly a green shadow flashed before their eyes, followed by three clanging sounds, then three muffled groans. The blade light disappeared, and the Dongming experts fell down. Only a green shadow remained standing before them, tall and slender like a solitary pine tree.

"Second...Second Young Master!" At this moment, they couldn't tell whether they were surprised or delighted.

"Go into the woods." Ming Er said, and with a swift movement of his green figure, he leaped forward.

The group quickly turned back and continued running. After running for several more feet, they found that there were no more enemies chasing them. When they reached the woods, they saw that a number of people had gathered there, all covered in blood and sweat, panting and exhausted.

Many people looked back after catching their breath, and were both surprised and delighted.

A few feet ahead, the experts from the Ming and Lan families had gradually formed a line, blocking the Dongming experts. Meanwhile, the Dongming experts on this side... appeared like ghosts in purple robes and green gowns, striking with deadly precision. Moments later, the Dongming experts who had been pursuing them were all dead. At the same time, the experts from the Ming and Lan families had truly formed a line, densely packed and unbreakable like an impenetrable wall, impossible for the Dongming experts to breach no matter how they attacked.

Ming Er and Lan Qi looked around and found that apart from the Imperial Dynasty heroes who were staggering towards the woods, there were no other adversaries in Dongming.

"Killing is definitely more satisfying!" Lan Qi coldly stared at the jade fan in her hand, its pristine white surface stained with bright red blood, which dripped onto the ground drop by drop. Ming Er turned to look at Lan Qi.

Her purple robes were stained with blood, and several specks of crimson blood splattered on her fair cheeks. Her pair of emerald eyes were like stars reflected in a cold pool, their icy light penetrating to the bone.

He looked away and said calmly, "Seventh Young Master, don't let your bloodlust lead you to harm yourself."

Lan Qi turned to look at him upon hearing this, a strange emotion flashing in her cold, star-like blue eyes. After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, "We don't care how many people die, but if one of us dies one day, what will become of you and me?"

That soft word seemed so insignificant and ethereal amidst the screams and clashes of swords, almost inaudible.

But Lan Qi knew that she had spoken, and Ming Er had heard it too.

But at that moment, they acted as if they had never said those words. Lan Qi's emerald eyes coldly gazed at the blood-dripping jade fan, while Ming Er's eyes, as clear as ever, looked over the wall of people at the firelight, the carnage, and death ahead.

Are we happy and fortunate? Because the only formidable enemy in this world has died.

Are you and I lost and lonely? Because the only person in this world who truly understood us and was closest to us has died.

Will you and I experience sorrow and grief? Because...

Is there anyone in this world who can still cause us sorrow?

…………

"stop."

Suddenly a voice rang out. The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly, and loud enough to intimidate everyone.

The experts from Dongming immediately stopped and retreated. Even Qu Huailiu and Wan Ai, who were locked in a fierce battle with Lan Tong and Lan Long, stopped immediately.

With no opponents left, the Ming and Lan families naturally stopped fighting. Lan Tong, Lan Long, Ming Ying, and Ming Luo quickly flew back to Ming Er and Lan Qi's side.

A dark blue figure slowly emerged, ignoring the blood and corpses scattered on the ground. He strolled over calmly, then stopped three zhang away, his gaze falling directly on Ming Er and Lan Qi.

"You've finally arrived." The words were simple and unassuming, like the greeting exchanged between long-awaited old friends upon their first meeting.

When that person looked over, the people from the Ming and Lan families involuntarily took a few steps back at the same time, feeling that the gaze was so intense that they dared not block the person's view.