Fengcheng Flying General

Chapter 72

The man ignored him and quickened his pace.

Enraged, Zhu Yu took a breath, leaped forward, and attacked Zhu Sihuai's back with a palm strike. From the other side, Zhu Sihuai also flanked him, blocking his path.

The man didn't dodge. He suddenly turned around and slapped Zhu Yu on the shoulder. Zhu Yu stumbled, but turned around and lunged forward again, screaming, "Is Jun Yu still alive? Who are you?"

"Her affairs are none of your business, why are you meddling in other people's business?"

Zhu Yu sneered, then suddenly reached out with lightning speed and grabbed the straw hat on his head: "You're just pretending to be a ghost, but you don't even dare to show your true face. Who can you scare?"

Seeing him make another move, Zhu Sihuai immediately put all his strength into cooperating with the attack on that person.

The man caught Zhu Sihuai's palm strike, and Zhu Sihuai was shocked. It was as if his palm had been struck by a magnet, and his power vanished without a trace, as if it had sunk into the ocean. As soon as the man released his grip, Zhu Sihuai staggered back seven or eight steps but still couldn't stand and fell heavily onto the sand.

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Chapter 241: I'll Share One of My Eyes with You (1)

Almost in the blink of an eye, the man leaped away from Zhu Yu's hands that reached out to grab his straw hat, slapped Zhu Yu's face, and sneered, "You'd better just be your consort! If you dare to have any improper thoughts about her again, don't blame me for being impolite."

Zhu Yu stood there, her cheeks burning, while the other person's figure had already disappeared into the distance like the wind.

Zhu Sihuai stood up from the sand and was even more surprised to find that he was not injured. After a while, he said with lingering fear, "Who is this person? He is a master I have never seen before in my life!"

Zhu Yu stood there dumbfounded, suddenly recalling Tuosang's angry lion-like expression and roar during the escort on the Sichuan-Shaanxi Road: "Whoever harms her, I will take their life, no matter where they go."

He chased after him for a few steps, hissing, "That person is Tuosang, it must be Tuosang..."

However, night had already enveloped the vast desert, and there was not a trace of human presence to be seen.

Zhu Sihuai was shocked: "No way, Tuosang died a long time ago, how could it be him?"

Zhu Yu didn't answer, but suddenly burst into ecstatic laughter: "That's right, it's Tuosang. He originally came to kill me! If Junyu were dead, he would definitely go on a killing spree... Haha... If he's here, Junyu is definitely still alive. Junyu is still alive... Hahahaha..."

Seeing his frantic state, alternating between despair and elation, Zhu Sihuai sighed inwardly, deeply grateful that he hadn't listened to Zhu Gang's instigation and participated in the persecution of Junyu.

Night had completely enveloped the valley.

Junyu sat on the cool sand, quietly listening to the familiar footsteps getting closer and closer. He walked silently on the sand, yet Junyu could accurately judge that he was already more than ten feet away.

She smiled and looked up. The man had already come to her side, sat down next to her, and said softly, "Are you hungry? Here, do you like this?"

Junyu reached out and took the sandy fruits he had found. These wild fruits, which grow in the desert, have only a thin stem protruding from the ground, making them difficult to spot even for experienced guides. He wondered how Junyu's eyesight was so sharp that he had found several.

Holding the few small fruits, she glanced sideways at the person beside her. These past few days, the questions she heard most often were, "Are you hungry?" and "Are you thirsty?" For some reason, these two simplest, most mundane questions sounded exceptionally beautiful and moving to her ears.

Seeing the serene expression on her face, the man felt a peace and tranquility he had never experienced before.

Junyu recalled the faint sound of horses' hooves coming from afar and asked, "Are those people the pursuers from the Crimson Gold Clan?"

"Yes, I've dealt with them all. You should rest well and don't worry about anything."

The starlight from the sky was scattered on the silvery-white sand.

Junyu's eyes were covered with a thin layer of herbs. Since leaving the small lake, that person had prepared enough herbs to apply to her eyes every night without fail.

The herb had a faint, slightly astringent smell and felt very cool when applied to the eyes. Junyu sat with her eyes closed for a while, then suddenly sighed softly.

The man watched her silently, listening to her sigh, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

What if my eyes don't get better?

"It will be alright. As long as you have those few medicinal herbs, it will be cured."

"What if you don't find those medicinal herbs, or even if you do find them but still can't cure the disease..."

“If you can’t find it, I’ll go find it myself. And if you do find it, it won’t help…” He gazed into her eyes and said calmly, “I’ll give you one of my eyes!”

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Chapter 242: I'll Give You One of My Eyes (2)

Junyu didn't speak, lying on the sand with her eyes closed, and secretly smiled slyly. Although she was worried about her eyes, she trusted Mr. Nongying's medical skills more, especially since this "stranger" who was also proficient in medicine had repeatedly said that there was nothing seriously wrong.

However, she kept probing him because this "stranger" refused to reveal that he was Tuosang. Although he had lost his composure on that stormy night, he had kept a slight distance from her since they set off. She was completely certain of his identity, but because she couldn't see him and he remained silent, she was always a little uneasy.

Now, when I hear the words, "If you can't find it, I'll go find it myself. If you find it but it's no use, I'll give you one of my eyes," if it weren't for Tuosang, which "stranger" would say such a thing?

Despite his repeated efforts to remain silent, he was ultimately still that simple-minded and somewhat naive character, and after a gentle probing, he couldn't help but let slip some information.

Seeing her secretly smile, the man immediately understood her intention. He rarely saw her with such a childlike, sly, and sweet expression, and his heart stirred. He involuntarily reached out to touch her clever face, but finally withdrew his hand. After a while, he said softly, "Don't worry, we'll be there soon, and your eyes will be healed."

Junyu smiled and said, "Yes, I know. Actually, I'm not that worried."

As the sun began to set once again, the promised border town came into view in the distance.

The man stared straight ahead, his desire for the road to never end growing stronger. However, no matter how long the road, it eventually comes to an end. As night fell, the two arrived in the small town.

This border town is truly "small," with only one short street and a few extremely simple shops scattered along both sides.

The two stopped at a very simple inn, which was also the only inn in town.

The man led her to a table and sat her down. Junyu suddenly realized he was about to leave, and immediately reached out to grab his hand, whispering anxiously, "Tuosang, don't go!"

The man held her hand tightly for a while before gently letting go. He took a few steps, then turned back, wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead with a soft handkerchief, and then placed the handkerchief in her hand, saying softly, "Don't worry, take good care of yourself. I will definitely come back."

Seeing that Junyu remained silent, he whispered, "I will definitely come back again."

Hearing his affirmative tone, Junyu smiled and nodded.

He saw Junyu smile before turning around and striding away.

Junyu held the object in her hand; it appeared to be a soft, smooth silk handkerchief. As she listened intently, the person's footsteps had already faded into the distance.

It was past midnight when the lazy waiter finally came to pour tea. Junyu took a sip of water and listened around, but still couldn't find any trace of that person. He obviously hadn't returned yet.

She was extremely flustered and was about to ask the waiter when a man strode in, his voice losing its usual calmness: "Junyu, you've finally arrived... You? What happened to your eyes?"

"Sir!" Junyu was pleasantly surprised to hear the extremely familiar voice and tried to stand up, but Mr. Nongying gently patted her shoulder: "Don't move, sit down and talk."

However, Junyu still stood up and looked around the doorway in vain: "Sir, have you seen Tuosang? Did Tuosang bring you here?"

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Chapter 243: I'll Give You One of My Eyes (3)

Mr. Nongying looked at her in great surprise, and suddenly felt a little scared. He couldn't help but reach out and touch her forehead, and whispered, "Junyu, what's wrong? What has happened these past few days?"

"Sir, where is the person who came to find you? He's Tuosang! Tuosang brought me here..."

Listening to her almost incoherent words, Mr. Nongying shook his head and said, "I've been waiting for you in this shop for two days, but you haven't come. I was just about to set off to find you tomorrow. This afternoon, I went out to check on things, and just now one of the shop's employees came looking for me outside, saying that someone was waiting for me in the shop. I guessed it was you, so I rushed back immediately..."

"Where is that fellow? It must have been Tuosang who sent him to find you, it must have been him!"

Hearing Junyu's confident words, Mr. Nongying looked around. Just then, the waiter walked over, and Mr. Nongying immediately called out to him, "Where is the guest who came with this young master?"

"He told me to come find you and then left. When he left, he only told us to take good care of this young master."

Junyu slumped down, muttering, "Tuosang is gone, why won't he acknowledge me?"

Seeing that apart from being blind, her mind was perfectly normal and she wasn't talking nonsense, Mr. Nongying's doubts deepened even further: "Junyu, what did you say? What exactly happened? Is Tuosang really still alive?"

"Yes, he is still alive, but now we don't know where he has gone."

Tuosang was cremated under the sandalwood tree at Tiema Temple last year, so how could he be alive again? Mr. Nongying shook his head and sighed, "Junyu, the dead cannot be brought back to life, you..."

Junyu shouted, "Tuosang is not dead, he is still alive! This time, it was Tuosang who saved me. These past few days, he has clearly been with me. How could I not even be able to tell the difference?"

Mr. Nongying noticed that she was holding a plain silk handkerchief, on which seemed to be written a few lines of text. The handkerchief was brand new, clearly something a young woman would use. Over the years, Junyu had never used such a thing, let alone held it in public. He was very curious and asked, "Junyu, what is that in your hand?"

Junyu's heart skipped a beat, and she said happily, "Sir, this is what Tuosang gave me when he left. Can you tell me what it is?"

Mr. Nongying took the handkerchief; the handwriting on it was vigorous and graceful, filled with tender and affectionate meaning:

Though our hearts are united and our destinies intertwined, our love, though short, is ever-lasting.

The day we meet again in another life, I will be a handsome young man, like a jade tree in the wind.

After listening, Junyu was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Sir, take a look, is it the same as the handwriting on this?" She took out a piece of paper from her bosom. It was given to her by Tuosang who had traveled a long way to Phoenix Village on the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, and she had carried it with her ever since.

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Chapter 244: I'll Give You One of My Eyes (4)

Mr. Nongying took the well-preserved, clean piece of paper. The handwriting on it was elegant, fresh, and exceptionally beautiful. Comparing it to the handwriting on the handkerchief, although the handwriting on the handkerchief had gained strength from the hardships of the years, it was still completely recognizable as the handwriting of the amazingly talented Tuosang!

He was quite surprised, but seeing Junyu's eager and expectant face, he immediately said, "This is Tuosang's handwriting."

“Sir, it really is him, it really is him! I knew it was him! He was afraid I would worry, so he left this for me to tell me that he is still alive.”

Junyu stood up with great joy, staring wide-eyed out the window as if Tuosang were standing right there. She carefully recalled his familiar tone, his unforgettable embrace, and his habitual gesture of pressing his face against hers—these were all unique to Tuosang. It turned out that these were not illusions after all!

Mr. Nongying carefully observed her joyful face and found that she appeared perfectly healthy, both mentally and physically, showing none of the despair and despondency often associated with newly blind people. Even her clothes were brand new and clean, and the color was her usual light blue.

Clearly, in the past few days, the person who saved her not only took meticulous care of her but also provided her with immense psychological comfort and calm. How could someone who didn't deeply understand, know, and cherish her offer such tenderness and care?

Although he personally diagnosed Tuosang's death, the evidence is now conclusive, and Tuosang is clearly still alive. Otherwise, why would he have left behind a handkerchief with his own inscription?

Over the years, Mr. Nongying had experienced countless strange and unusual events, but he dared not easily believe that the dead could truly be brought back to life. Moreover, he had not personally witnessed Tuosang's death, and he always had a vague feeling that something was amiss. As for what exactly was wrong, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Although he found it unbelievable, seeing the long-lost joy and vitality on Junyu's face, he was happy for her but also a little worried, and couldn't help but ask, "Junyu, has that person admitted that he is Tuosang?"

Junyu thought for a moment, then nodded with absolute certainty. In their time together these past few days, Tuosang, though not explicitly admitting it, had never denied it either. Moreover, that embrace, that unique feeling between the two of them—how could it be anyone else? Besides, wasn't the handkerchief he left behind an admission?

Seeing her certainty, Mr. Nongying asked again, "Have you noticed anything different about him?"

“His voice is different, his hands are different, but I can still be absolutely certain that it is Tuosang…” Junyu smiled and said, “Perhaps it is because he has suffered a lot.”

Mr. Nongying shook his head. What if it turned out to be a false alarm? Wouldn't that be an even bigger blow to her in the future?

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