The sky over the rivers and lakes is very clear

Chapter 211

"Brother Liu Yue went to chase the enemy and hasn't returned yet," Zhu Huihui said.

Feng Xuese nodded slightly, her eyes gently closing. That Demon Heart Snow was lying! Judging from the exchange just now, although her martial arts were not weak, killing nuns was easy for her, but to kill them simultaneously and instantly, and to leave wounds that were neither too light nor too heavy, and to maintain consistency, was something she still lacked.

Because the incident at Luomei Nunnery not only involves several other tragic cases, but may also implicate the missing families of Generals Yu and Qi, this woman must not be let go and must be apprehended and questioned.

He remained silent in deep thought, while Zhu Huihui felt a chill run down her spine.

For some reason, she felt that something was wrong with the old man, and hesitantly asked, "Sir, are you... are you alright?"

Feng Xuese sat on the bluestone with his eyes closed for a moment before saying, "I'm fine." He slowly got up, placed one hand on the bluestone, and lightly landed on the ground.

Zhu Huihui felt something was wrong the more she looked, and couldn't help but ask again, "Great hero, are you really alright?"

Feng Xuese hummed in agreement and said, "Let's go, let's leave this place."

He slowly walked forward, and after a few steps, he lost his footing and fell forward. He pointed his sword forward, and with the momentum of his fall, he floated away, flipped in the air, and landed steadily on the ground.

Zhu Huihui looked at the spot where he had almost fallen; it was a depression the size of a millstone, two or three feet deep.

With such a huge pit right in front of him, even a blind person wouldn't step into it, yet this old man did...

A sudden chill ran through her. She looked up at Feng Xuese, and saw the old man still walking slowly, his steps elegant and his demeanor graceful, no different from usual. The difference was that, six feet directly in front of him was a large rock, which he was heading straight towards.

"Great...Great hero!" Zhu Huihui's heart trembled. He held his breath for a while and suddenly spoke before he crashed into the boulder.

"Hmm?" Feng Xuese paused, turning her head slightly to ask.

Zhu Huihui hopped over to him in a few steps, raised her hand and waved it gently twice.

However, he didn't even blink.

"Great hero, look at this flower in my hand, isn't it beautiful?"

Feng Xuese paused for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "I can't see."

Although he had expected it, Zhu Huihui was still thunderstruck when he personally confirmed it with Feng Xuese.

"Wh...what?"

Feng Xue smiled and said, "When I was sparring with the Poison Hand Demoness just now, I was accidentally exposed to poison gas in my eyes, and I'm afraid I'll be temporarily blind."

"Then...then how can you still laugh?" A sudden wave of sadness washed over Zhu Huihui.

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Three: Chapter Seventeen (3)

"Or what?" Feng Xue asked with a smile, "Will you cry?"

Zhu Huihui lowered her head: "If you really want to cry, I... I can pretend I didn't see it."

Feng Xuese didn't cry, but she was about to cry.

Mingming desperately told himself that now that the hero was blind, his good days had begun. He could run away whenever he wanted, go wherever he pleased, and the hero would never catch him again. As long as he secretly picked up Huahua, the two of them would live a carefree life, and no one would cut off their legs or heads anymore... Alas! The old man's blindness was, in a way, not so bad.

But somehow, she couldn't feel any schadenfreude. Her heart felt as if it were filled with something heavy, containing countless sharp thorns that mercilessly pierced her tender heart, causing an indescribable, sharp pain.

Zhu Huihui bit her lip hard, involuntarily clutching her clothes tightly, trying to suppress the inexplicable pain: "Great-great hero, what do we do next?"

Feng Xuese said calmly, "Leave here first. Once we reach a populated area, I will contact my subordinates."

"Okay...okay."

Which way out of the valley?

Zhu Huihui felt a pang of sadness and replied, "To your left."

Feng Xuese nodded and walked to the left. Zhu Huihui followed for a few steps, and seeing that he was about to bump into another tree, she finally couldn't help but exclaim, "Hero!"

"Um?"

"I can hold your hand and walk with you, but you can't cut off my hand!" Despite the bitterness in her heart, she still habitually judged Feng Xuese by her own petty standards, thinking, "I have no intention of taking advantage of you, you can't wrongly accuse me of touching you!"

The maple leaves smiled, their gentle warmth as bright as spring.

He only answered with one word: "Okay!"

So, Zhu Huihui grabbed his hand.

The old man's hands were very steady, his palms were thick and warm, his fingers were long and strong, and there were thin calluses on his palms from years of holding a sword. In comparison, her hands were only half the size of his. It was more like his hand was holding hers than hers was holding his.

Feeling the thin calluses on his palm gently rubbing against hers, Zhu Huihui's heart suddenly pounded. Although she was heartbroken and vowed never to touch him inappropriately, she still longed to secretly squeeze his hand. But... the old man would definitely think she was taking advantage of him...

Feng Xuese remained silent, letting her lead him forward step by step.

The world before him was pitch black, a situation so unfamiliar to him. Even though he was a seasoned veteran and a powerful figure, and even though his smile remained unchanged, deep down he felt helpless and lost.

He didn't know where this child would lead him. Even though he could command the winds and rains, at this moment, all he had by his side was her…

Holding Feng Xuese's hand, Zhu Huihui walked along the winding path in the valley, seemingly able to feel the trust conveyed by the hero's hand. This sense of responsibility of being relied upon by the hero finally dispelled her "evil" thoughts of taking advantage of him.

After walking for a while, Zhu Huihui suddenly remembered something: "Great hero, is Brother Liu Yue's martial arts very high?" He wondered if he could defeat that woman...

Maple-colored smile: "Very high!"

"So, which of you two is stronger?"

Feng Xuese considered for a moment and said, "I don't know. A few years ago, when I first met Liu Yue at the Sleepless Tower in Gusu, he was fighting against a famous swordsman. That swordsman had been renowned in the martial arts world for over thirty years, and countless souls had perished under his twin swords. However, Liu Yue only used a folding fan to cripple the swordsman's twin swords."

At that time, Liu Yue's martial arts were already on par with his own. Several years have passed, and Liu Yue's martial arts are certainly much better now. However, he hasn't wasted his time during these years. Therefore, it's still difficult to determine who is superior in martial arts.