Lan Yin Bi Yue - Chapter 81
Doesn't the young master worry about the safety of the people and the Northern King?
Yun Wuyai smiled calmly: "The common people can't be killed off completely, and as for the Northern King, even if he dies, there's still me, and there's still Wang Dong. I will lead Dongming to the imperial court."
The meaning behind that calm tone was so resolute.
For the sake of Dongming's century-old legacy, he could slaughter everyone on this peak, he could coldly watch the people suffer calamity, and he could disregard the life and death of his king.
At that moment, everyone felt a chill.
Am I really going to die here today?
The gazes of the heroes involuntarily turned to Ming Erlanqi again.
Yun Wuyai stood with his hands behind his back, leisurely looking at the sky. "Young Master Ming and Young Master Lan are unparalleled in martial arts, but don't forget that this is Dongming. I alone cannot kill you, but thousands upon thousands of people in Dongming can. I will give you one last chance."
silence
A solemn atmosphere prevailed atop the North Gate and South Peak.
No one spoke.
Even breathing became heavy.
But they refuse to submit...
Death is easy to talk about, but difficult to face.
No one wants to die, and no one is unafraid of death.
A person only has one life.
Only once
Lan Qi and Ming Shao looked at each other.
If we really go to the last step
They all turned their gazes to the people on the summit, people who had all perished at that moment.
Lan Qi's gaze fell on Ning Lang.
Ming Er's gaze fell on Ning Lang.
Lan Qi's gaze finally fell on Feng Yi. Feng Yi sensed it, looked up, and they looked at each other in silence.
Ming Er's gaze finally fell on the distant sky, hazy and far away.
Suddenly, a flute melody drifted in, sounding exceptionally clear.
Everyone looked up, stunned.
At that moment, a few clear chants echoed from the foot of the peak. Upon hearing them, Yun Wuyai's expression changed. He turned his gaze to Ming Er and Lan Qi, and could see that the two of them were also filled with astonishment.
Who is playing the flute?
At the summit, from Ming Kong to Yun Wuyai to Ming Er, Lan Qi, and the other heroes, everyone was filled with astonishment and doubt.
The flute music continued.
Everyone could hear it clearly; the melodious flute music came from the bottom of the mountain, growing ever closer.
Who is playing the flute?
Everyone is curious
While everyone listened intently to the flute, Lie Chifeng went over and pressed Feng Yi's acupoints to stop the bleeding.
Young Master, Qu Huailiu, Wan Ai, please grant your request.
Yun Wuyai waved his hand lightly, signaling not to move.
To be able to break through layers of guards at the bottom of the peak and come up here, one can only imagine how skilled this person is in martial arts.
Gradually, the sound of the flute grew closer.
The flute's melody is like water, its clear rhythm like the wind, evoking a scene of unparalleled natural beauty amidst blooming flowers and grasses in the mountains and wilderness.
It seemed like only a moment, yet also like a long time had passed, when a figure appeared out of nowhere.
The flute music stopped at that moment.
At that moment, the summit remained silent, and everyone was watching the person at the edge of the peak.
Chapter 31: Still Asking Biyue about the Cause of Lan (Part 2)
It was a man of a certain age, holding a white jade flute, dressed in white, with a yellow jade pendant at his waist, and white clouds patterned on the lower corner of his black cloak, fluttering like waves.
Looking at her face again, it was as beautiful as jade, with both charm and bearing, and there was a carefree air about her between the two of them.
What a refined character!
Everyone secretly praised it, and even Chi Feng opened his eyes to take a look, before closing them again to rest.
But who is this person?
Everyone was puzzled.
The man playing the jade flute remained calm and composed despite the crowd's scrutiny. His gaze swept around the room before finally settling on "Lan Yin Bi Yue".
"Thank goodness, thank goodness, I'm not late. But if I was late because I got lost at sea, that's understandable, and you can't blame me, can you?" He muttered to himself as he walked in, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for him.
"May I ask who you are, and what brings you here?" Yun Wuyai asked, clasping his hands in greeting.
The man with the jade flute stood below the steps, smiled gently, and said, "Of course I've come to retrieve 'Lan Yin Bi Yue'."
"Huh?" The crowd gasped in surprise.
Qi Twelve, who was sitting on the veranda, looked at him with a strange gaze.
At this moment, several more experts from the Eastern Sea rushed up the stone steps, panting heavily and looking disheveled, clearly having chased after this person but failed to catch up.
Yun Wuyai waved his hand, and those people stepped back.
"I haven't even touched it, yet he brazenly says he wants to take it back," Lan Qi murmured.
Ming Er glanced at the man with the jade flute and said, "It's not difficult for you and me, as demons, to reach this peak, but it's difficult for a demon to do it as easily as he does."
"Also, I've come to deliver a letter to you," the man with the jade flute added.
"Oh?" Yun Wuyai looked at him.
"Before I came here, I went to the capital and borrowed 200,000 troops from the emperor, and he agreed." The man with the jade flute said easily. "General Xu of Yingzhou and General Cheng of Tianzhou have already stationed their troops on the coast of Dongming. When I left, I told them that if I could not return within a month, they could send troops to Dongming."
ah?!
The man with the jade flute spoke so casually, yet his words, like throwing water into a room, stirred up a thousand waves!
The news was so sudden and unexpected that the heroes were speechless, staring wide-eyed.
Even Yun Wuyai was shocked.
The emperor of the dynasty is going to send troops to the Eastern Sea?!
The imperial army is about to set sail from the East Sea?!
If the imperial army really does arrive at Dongming Island, then...
The situation changed in an instant, and the heroes of the imperial court found a way to survive again.
"With the strength and military power of Dongming, it is far from being a match for the imperial dynasty. Therefore, let's call it a day and ask you to forever abandon the idea of taking over the imperial dynasty." The man with the jade flute appeared relaxed, as if he were just having a casual conversation, yet every word he uttered made one's heart pound.
"Otherwise, when the imperial army arrives, the Eastern Sea will surely collapse in an instant, just like the Northern Sea five hundred years ago."
Yun Wuyai stared intently at him for a long while before asking in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Let what he holds vanish in an instant, so that he at least knows who defeated him!
The man playing the jade flute did not answer, but said: "The past is history. Discussing right and wrong, merit and demerit, is futile. Why not look to the East Sea, where a nation has been established, and its people live in peace and happiness? Why bother grasping at the seeds of future success and indulging in vain for generations? Moreover..." He stared intently at Yun Wuyai, a glint in his eyes seeming to gleam with a light that would leave a lasting stain. "Things you cannot do, wishes you cannot fulfill, you entrust to your descendants. In my opinion, that is nothing but a foolish act that burdens future generations. You should do what you like, what you are capable of doing, not what your ancestors wanted you to do. How can you be so stupid?"
Yun Wuyai was finally moved, and he stared at the man in a daze.
These words were spoken specifically for him.
Suddenly, I felt the burden on my back loosen.
"Is what you're doing now really what you want to do?" the man asked Yun Wuyai earnestly.
Unlike Lan Qi's bewitching eyes, those eyes were extremely deep, yet also incredibly clear and bright, as if one could see right through them, to the sky, to the sea, to countless mountains and rivers. Under the gaze of those eyes, Yun Wuyai was momentarily dazed, and then couldn't help but say: "One man, one cup of wine, one sword to the ends of the earth."
The man with the jade flute smiled slightly, gently twirling the flute between his fingers before putting it away. His demeanor was incredibly graceful. "Letting go of the past allows for freedom," he said, turning to look behind him. "The person who can make the decision for you has arrived."
Everyone looked over, and sure enough, Ming Ying, Ming Luo, Lan Tong, and Lan Long walked up. Behind them was a man in a purple-red robe with an extraordinary air. The servants of Ming Lan and her family all had injuries, but they were obviously not serious.
The crowd roughly understood that this person was the Northern King of the Eastern Sea.
"Your Majesty!" Qu and Wan cried out in alarm. Qu Huailiu remained still, holding the Lan Yin Bi Yue, but Wan Ai and several Dongming experts rushed forward upon seeing them, only to be stopped by Ming Ying and Lan Long.
The Northern King and Yun Wuyai gazed at each other from afar, separated by the crowd.
"It seems this matter is about to end," Lan Qi said, turning to the side. "Second Young Master, are you disappointed?"
Ming Er raised an eyebrow and asked: Where is Seventh Young Master?
Lan Qi glanced at everyone and said calmly: "Neither is acceptable nor unacceptable."
Ming Er just smiled.
The man with the jade flute looked at the Northern King with a smile and said: "The imperial army is already in Tianzhou and is about to set off from Yingzhou. I wonder if the Northern King is willing to fight or to let bygones be bygones today?"
Upon hearing this, the Northern King kept a close eye on Yun Wuyai. After receiving confirmation, a flash of anger appeared in his eyes as he glared hatefully at the man playing the jade flute.
The man playing the jade flute asked naturally, "What is the Northern King's opinion?"
The Northern King did not answer, but looked again at the boundless clouds.
At that moment, however, Yun Wuyai showed no emotion whatsoever, neither sorrow nor joy.
The Northern King clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves. He knew that members of the Minglan and her family were hidden in all four cities, and when they appeared at the Northern Palace, he knew the situation was hopeless; this effort would be futile. But how could he accept it? Alas.