Fengcheng Flying General

Chapter 61

The fire above Tiema Temple is still raging and is beyond saving.

The majority of the Zanghan Chijiao army was captured, with only a very small number escaping.

Junyu looked at everyone and said to Zhang Yuan, Zhou Yida and the others, "You should lead everyone back quickly, this place is not safe to stay for long."

Everyone was quite surprised to see her supporting Tuosang with a miserable expression, but at this moment, how could they dare to ask any more questions?

Although Zhang Yuan and the others were puzzled, they were relieved to see that she was unharmed and immediately obeyed the order to withdraw their troops and head towards Xining Prefecture.

Before long, only Young Master Nongying, Lu Ling, and other people from Phoenix Village, along with about a dozen surviving followers, remained on the large square outside Tiema Temple.

Lu Ling looked at Junyu and then at Tuosang with a puzzled expression, but Junyu was completely oblivious, staring intently at Tuosang in his arms.

Mr. Nongying glanced at Tuosang's face, knowing he could only buy him two or three days at most; even a celestial being descending to earth couldn't save him. He then looked at Junyu; he hadn't seen her in a long time. He knew that at this moment, Junyu could see no one except the person in her arms. He shook his head secretly, waved his hand, and said to the crowd, "Everyone, let's go."

The extremely old monk reached out and felt Tuosang's pulse, then glanced at Junyu, sighed deeply, and said to the group of followers, "We can leave now."

The abbot of Tiema Temple looked at Tuosang and Junyu in bewilderment: "Bokdo, Marshal Jun, you..."

Xia Ao also looked anxiously at "Bokdo". He could tell that "Bokdo" was beyond saving. As the Iron Staff Monk of the Holy Palace, he was also responsible for protecting "Bokdo". Seeing "Bokdo" in danger, he only thought of taking him away immediately.

"Marshal Jun, thank you for your help!" He reached out to help the person in Jun Yu's arms, but saw that Jun Yu had no intention of letting go, and their "Bokdo" did not react at all, but just stared at Jun Yu's face with a smile.

The old monk's voice rose a little: "Xia Ao, hurry up..."

In that instant, even the rough and boorish Xia Ao seemed to understand something. Without saying a word, he dragged his iron rod and walked away with the old monk and the others.

In an instant, the square fell into deathly silence, with only the piled-up corpses and the thick stench of blood accompanying the two.

Tuosang looked up at the eastern night sky, where a sliver of dawn was already breaking. He said softly, "Junyu, it's almost daylight."

"Yes, it's almost dawn," Junyu said softly. "Shall we leave here?"

Tuosang smiled: "As long as we can be together, it doesn't matter where we are."

Junyu smiled too: "That's right, as long as we can be together, it doesn't matter where we are."

Chapter 185: Mourning (1)

It was a small wooden cabin on the shore of Qinghai Lake. Junyu had discovered it by chance while surveying the terrain. It was hidden in an inconspicuous corner of the lake, surrounded by picturesque scenery. The cabin was empty; it was unclear whether it had never had an owner or whether the reclusive owner had gone on a long trip. When Junyu first saw it, it was empty, and now it was still empty.

The wooden plank bed in the cabin was hard and rickety, with a dry, slightly smelly, tattered sheepskin on it. It was the height of summer, and Junyu removed the dried sheepskin and helped Tuosang lie down on it.

She stood up, her hand gripped tightly, and Tuosang's eyes suddenly filled with panic. Junyu patted his hand: "Tuosang, I'm just going to fetch some water. I will never leave you again."

Tuosang gazed at her and slowly released his grip.

Junyu stepped out of the wooden house; the sunlight outside was dazzling.

Several large buckets of clean water, fruits, vegetables, dried food, a bottle of medicine, and several sets of clean clothes were placed at the entrance. Inside, there were also several soft tiger and sheep skins. Although it was the height of summer, the lakeside night was still quite chilly, and the thoughtfulness of the person who delivered the items was truly admirable.

From a distance, the figures of Mr. Nongying and Lu Ling had become tiny black dots.

Junyu took some medicine for the wound, applied some to Tuosang and gave him some to take. This was a kind of stimulant and pain-relieving pill made by Young Master Nongying. She prayed in her heart that in these short two or three days, it would be good if Tuosang could feel less pain and torment.

Junyu had changed his blood-stained clothes from head to toe and wiped the blood off his face and body. As she did these things, she felt no shame at all, as if it were something she had been used to in her past life, only her heart ached intensely.

Then, she carefully dressed him in a completely new set of clothes. These weren't the robes of a religious follower, but ordinary men's attire. Tuosang had never worn such clothes before, and he seemed quite pleased with them. He drank some water, and his chapped lips slowly regained some life. He looked at Junyu and smiled slightly; in that instant, he transformed once again into the elegant man playing the zither in the gardens of Sichuan and picking flowers on Phoenix Road.

Junyu smiled and said, "Tuosang, you rest for a while. I'll stay here and will always be here."

Tuosang nodded, closed his eyes peacefully, and fell asleep without a care in the world for the first time in months.

The sun was slowly beginning to set. Before her lay a bucket of crystal-clear water. Junyu knelt in the shade of a tree, carefully washing and gently combing her hair. Beside her lay a simple, plain light blue dress—the only women's outfit among the three new sets. Two sets of men's clothing would have been enough for her and Tuosang, but the person who delivered the clothes had deliberately included this extra set, clearly intending for her to decide.

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Chapter 186: Mourning (2)

Since the age of ten, except for the time she was unable to wear women's clothing in the secret chamber of Hanjing Garden due to severe injuries, she had never worn women's clothing. That one time was when Shu Zhenzhen changed her into women's clothing while she was unconscious, and only Tuosang saw it that time.

This time was different. She was neither injured nor unconscious; all her actions were conscious and deliberate. She picked up the dress, examined it carefully, and although she felt uneasy, she resolutely put it on.

She changed her clothes, combed her hair, smiled, took out the emerald green hairpin from her bosom, gently inserted it into her hair, bent down to look at the clear water like a mirror, and slowly walked into the small wooden house.

Tuosang opened his eyes, then closed them again, and after a while opened them again. For a moment, he couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. He blinked, and just as he was about to close his eyes again, Junyu smiled and waved her hand in front of his eyes: "Don't close them again, hehe."

In the secret chamber of "Hanjing Garden," the heavily wounded woman in a moon-white dress, seemingly on the verge of death, possessed unparalleled beauty. Before her, a woman in a pale blue dress, neither injured nor ill, radiated vitality, her voice gentle and her smile enchanting. Her complexion was like jade, her beauty surpassing even that of an immortal. Having absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the essence of all things, she had undergone countless trials and tribulations, a twist of fate, to be born into this mortal realm. Even ten thousand years from now, no one else will appear like her.

And this woman was the one he loved most and who loved him most! Tuosang gazed intently at the emerald hairpin in her hair, reached out, and gently embraced her, feeling neither fear of death nor any worldly strife. Junyu sat by the bed, gently returning his embrace, pressing her face against his slightly cool cheek, feeling an unparalleled peace and happiness in her heart.

This moment is eternity.

Three nights later.

The moonlight shone quietly through the open wooden door, casting a soft glow on the two people embracing. Outside, there were the chirping of various summer insects and birds, the fragrance of wildflowers, and the shimmering, calm lake.

Junyu helped Tuosang to the soft grass by the lake.

On the grass, a large, warm tiger skin was spread out. Tuosang's head rested gently in Junyu's arms, like a sick child. Junyu smiled and said, "Tuosang, shall I sing you a song?"

Tuosang nodded.

Junyu began to sing:

Distant mountains and clear waters

A fleeting glimpse of youthful beauty in Fengcheng

Chu Ze Qin Guan, Wei Cheng morning rain

A Song of Guangling for Soulmates

Unable to work together, I am tormented.

How many times have I dreamt of the colorful clouds, only to have the sound of the purple phoenix flute fade away?

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This is a letter that Tuosang wrote to her when he rushed to Phoenix Village to see her on the Mid-Autumn Festival that year. Since then, he has kept this letter close to his heart, and it has long been firmly imprinted in his heart.

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Chapter 187: Mourning (3)

The beautiful singing echoed along the shores of Qinghai Lake under the night sky, even silencing the chirping birds and insects as they listened intently. When the song ended, Junyu said, "Tuosang, I'll sing you another song..."

Tuosang nodded: "I love listening to you sing like this all the time."

Junyu gazed into his eyes and began to sing again:

That month

I turned all the prayer wheels.

Not for the purpose of salvation

Just to touch your fingertips

That year

I prostrated myself on the mountain path.

Not for an audience

Just to feel your warmth

That life

I circle the mountains, the rivers, and the stupas!

Not for the sake of the next life

Just to meet you on the way

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This was also sung by Tuosang for her, and she had already listened to it twice.

Tuosang chuckled softly: "Junyu, you sing better than me."

Junyu blinked: "So I'm going to sing for you every day, until you get tired of it and can't stand it anymore."

"Silly child! How could I ever get tired of listening to your songs? No, never."

Tuosang looked at the moon in the sky and slowly said, "Junyu, I have met Mr. Nongying twice. He is the best man I have ever met in the world, and he surpasses all your friends."

Junyu nodded: "The gentleman is extremely good. He is upright and magnanimous."

"I liked him the moment I saw him. I've never liked a stranger like this before."

"Your husband will like you just as much."

Tuosang looked at her exquisite dress again: "Mr. Nongying's thoughts are truly delicate and thoughtful..."

"Yes, he knew I was a girl even when I was still at the academy. Hehe, no one else, including Mr. Zhu, knew that."

Tuosang smiled and said, "Junyu, me too. I knew who you were the first time I saw you under that banyan tree."

Looking at Junyu's joyful smile, he recalled the first time he met Mr. Nongying, and his feeling of being an old friend became even stronger: it was as if he were facing his future self ten years later.

A surge of joy welled up in Tuosang's heart, and after a long while, he said, "Junyu, Mr. Nongying treats you so well! With him taking care of you, I feel very at ease."

Junyu glanced at the moonlight on the horizon and said softly, "Tuosang, are you trying to shirk your responsibility? It's no use! It's too late! I've changed my clothes; I'm no longer the marshal or the chieftain. I need your care, and I only need your care. I don't care about this life or the next; I just want you to continue taking care of me. Tuosang, in this world, no one owes me anything except you. Remember, no matter where you are, you can never be at peace, nor should you be. You owe me so much, and you must repay me..."

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Chapter 188: Mourning (4)

Cool droplets of water kept dripping onto Tuosang's face and hands. He looked up, sighed, and gently kissed those tender eyes that were still dripping with tears. After a long while, he whispered, "Silly child, I owe you, and I will definitely repay you! I definitely will!"

Junyu's voice was hoarse: "Tuosang, remember this, in this life, you have already broken the precepts and killed many people. You can no longer become a Buddha or be reincarnated. You will never be anyone's 'Bokdo' again, but only my 'Tuosang'."