Poules et chiens volent dans le chaos et la renaissance

Chapitre 45

Kong offered neither advice nor comfort, but simply nodded in silence.

Hua Fushu brought the ten guards of the Hua family. She said, "Father originally wanted to come, but Fushu stopped him. If Fushu cannot find her brother, then Dongming Island will be without sons or brothers."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Lindong was secretly surprised. How could such a gentle and beautiful woman speak with such a fierce tone?

Lie Chifeng also arrived. He didn't say anything, but everyone understood why he came. No matter how obsessed he was with the sword, he was still human, and his blood ties remained unbroken.

Mei Hongming, who was injured by Lie Chifeng's sword energy during the last martial arts competition in Yingshan and was unable to join the first batch of ships to go to sea with his master, has recovered from his injury and has come.

Shang Pinghan has arrived, Jinquelou has arrived, Jiang Jiutian from the underworld has arrived, Ai Wuying has arrived, Shen Ling has arrived... and those martial arts masters without any sect or faction.

On the 26th, two large ships carrying three hundred experts set sail from Wancheng Port, heading towards the unpredictable East Sea.

Compared to the previous 12 large ships and 3,000 experts, the scale of this expedition is far smaller. However, these 300 are all top-tier experts (except for Yuwen Luo, who shamelessly followed along). Furthermore, this time they are led by the number one martial artist, and include the most respected and skilled young martial artists Ming Huayan, Lan Canyin, and Lie Chifeng, as well as two of the most beautiful women in the martial arts world… Moreover, for the sake of the first batch of 3,000 heroes of the martial arts world, and for the sake of the imperial martial arts community, everyone is holding their breath with a burning desire. Therefore, although the number of people is smaller this time, their will, spirit, and perseverance far surpass those of the first batch!

Since many women were on this voyage, seniors like Kong and Yuwen Lindong led a few prominent young men, including Feng Yi, the Yuwen brothers, Ning Lang, and Mei Hongming, along with all the female warriors, on one ship. The other ship was entirely composed of men, led by Ming Huayan, Lan Canyin, and Lie Chifeng. In terms of numbers and martial prowess, the two ships were quite evenly matched, although some people felt a deep sense of unease.

For example, Yuwen Luo would much rather sit on the same boat as Ming Er and the others than on the boat with his father and brothers, which was filled with beautiful women and permeated with fragrance. His life goal was to become a great historian of the martial arts world, and he believed that the most important figures in this generation of martial arts were Ming Er and Lan Qi; naturally, he wanted to keep a close eye on those two. On the other boat, however, there were many people with completely opposite desires to Yuwen Luo.

You see, the ship Yuwen Luo was on not only housed peerless beauties like Qiu Hengbo and Hua Fushu, but also their maids Liu Mo and Rong Yue, both stunningly beautiful. There was also Shang Pinghan, a uniquely aloof beauty, and other female warriors of varying styles—some handsome, some delicate, some charming, some alluring. Even if one couldn't actually get close to them, just being on the same ship and able to observe them so closely was a blessing, a rare treat! Therefore, every day, one could see countless heroes and young warriors leaning on the deck, gazing at the ship opposite. If Qiu Hengbo and Hua Fushu appeared, one could see drool flowing straight into the East Sea, countless fish surfacing belly-up, and countless eyes shooting out strange light, all hoping to draw the opposite ship closer and closer…

Overall, everyone had a pretty relaxed and enjoyable time during the first few days at sea.

On the boat, there were moments of tranquility and moments of liveliness. Lan Qi and Ming Er openly bickered and secretly sparred in martial arts, occasionally teaming up to tease Lie Chifeng. Sometimes, when the young heroes who idolized them asked for martial arts instruction, they would offer a few pointers, then have them spar on the boat, watching, commenting, and laughing – finding it quite amusing. Lie Chifeng ignored Lan and Ming's actions completely, but when he couldn't bear it any longer, he would draw his sword and coldly declare, "Let's have a match!" Each time, Lan and Ming would wisely call it quits, only to try again next time.

On the other boat, there were more different kinds of activities, mainly because of the combination of men and women.

Besides playing chess, seniors like Kong and Yuwen Lindong would also give pointers on martial arts to the younger generation who came to ask for their advice.

As for Yuwen Luo, he was quite busy. On one hand, he had to record the daily lives of the number one martial artist and everyone on the ship in his "History of the Martial World," which would be passed down for generations. On the other hand, he had to use his third-rate lightness skill to leap to the opposite ship when the two ships were close enough to continue keeping an eye on Ming Er and Lan Qi, whom he cared about most. Then, he had to rush back to the ship before Old Man Yuwen noticed. In short, he was very busy.

The two beauties, Qiu Hengbo and Hua Fushu, hit it off immediately, addressing each other as "Sister Hengbo" and "Sister Fushu" from the very first glance. They ate together by day and slept together by night, closer than any sisters. Aside from their private conversations in the cabin, they listened attentively to Kong's guidance. Sometimes they would step outside to stand at the bow, enjoying the sea view and the sea breeze. Of course, Qiu Hengbo would occasionally glance at the opposite ship, offering a particularly charming and tender smile when she saw the Second Young Master Ming. Hua Fushu would occasionally steal a glance at the opposite ship to see if that heartless man was on the bow.

As expected of someone trained by Hua Fushu, Rong Yue followed Yuwen Yuwen around all day, making it very clear that she was in love with him. Regardless of whether Yuwen Yuwen was cold or arrogant, she remained radiant and cheerful. The following dialogue is sufficient to prove her feelings.

With a beaming smile, Miss Rongyue asked, "Young Master, what clothes do you think look good on me?"

The eldest son of the Yuwen family gazed out at the sea, but perhaps the sea breeze was too strong, and he did not hear it.

Miss Rongyue still smiled radiantly, "Young Master, do I look good in this long dress?"

The eldest son of the Yuwen family was so engrossed in gazing at the sea that he didn't pay attention to what was happening.

Miss Rongyue tugged at his sleeve, pulling him out of his daze. "Young Master, what color clothes do you like me to wear?"

Young Master Yuwen could no longer remain lost in thought, so he turned around and looked at the beautiful and charming Rong Yue. His lips moved, but he remained silent.

Miss Rongyue pressed on, her smile growing even brighter, "Young Master, what color do you like?"

The eldest son of the Yuwen family blinked, and finally spoke, saying in a very indifferent tone: "Purple, I suppose."

"Huh? Why? Then can I wear a purple dress tomorrow? Do you think I'll look good in it..." Miss Rongyue continued to ask.

...The eldest son of the Yuwen family remained silent and helpless before finally answering.

Miss Liu Mo, on the other hand, was much more reserved.

She first looked at the silver spear on Ning Lang's back and asked curiously, "Young Master Ning, why is your spear so short?"

"Well... all the guns in our house are this short," Ning Lang replied honestly, scratching his head.

"Oh? Can I take a look?" She widened her curious eyes again.

“Okay.” Ning Lang readily took the silver spear off his back.

"Wow, it feels as heavy as a sword," she said, somewhat surprised.

“Yes, we can use any gun in our family as a sword.” Ning Lang laughed, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Really? How can a gun be used as a sword?" she asked in surprise again.

"Hmm, this... that's how you use it." Ning Lang picked up the silver spear and waved it casually.

"Then...Young Master Ning, could you teach me?" Her voice was low, and she looked a little shy, as if she was embarrassed and afraid of being rejected.

"Alright." The honest child agreed without any hesitation. "See, that's it." With that, he brandished his silver spear and unleashed a sword technique.

"Ah...Young Master Ning, your martial arts are amazing!" Miss Liu Mo clapped her hands in praise, watching intently.

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The bow of the ship was quite lively, while the stern was much quieter. Mei Hongming stood on one foot on the railing, gazing at the sky, holding a handful of pebbles he had somehow acquired. Occasionally, he would toss one out, and immediately the sharp cries of birds would echo across the sea. Then, a bird would be seen flying up and down, before finally flying away a moment later.

Looking behind him, Kong and Yuwen Lindong said, "This boy's skill with hidden weapons is already approaching that of Brother Wofeng."

Because of the colorful and varied scenery on this ship, not only did the heroes and young warriors on the other ship often look this way, but even Ming Er and Lan Qi loved to watch from here. This side not only boasted many beautiful women, but also valiant young heroes performing martial arts, and stories of beautiful women and handsome heroes together—it was far more interesting than the other ship.

As a result, Lan Qi kept exclaiming, "This trip was definitely not boring."

Ming Er asked, "Why is Brother Feng Yi always nowhere to be seen?"

Quiet, silent.

The next round of covert struggle begins.

The sky was clear and blue, and the sea and sky blended into one.

It was already October, and the weather was getting colder. Although martial arts practitioners possessed internal energy and were more resistant to cold than ordinary people, the wind at sea was strong and it was colder than on land. Using internal energy to resist the cold was extremely taxing on their internal strength, so most of them wore lined clothes.

Early in the morning, there were not many people at the bow of the ship; most were having breakfast in their cabins.

Lan Qi, draped in a purple cloak, stood at the bow of the ship, gazing up at the seabirds soaring in the sky. A strong sea breeze blew, causing her dark hair and robes to flutter in the air. Looking out over the vast sea, the purple figure on the bow of the ship in the wind appeared exceptionally resilient yet exuded an indescribable sense of loneliness.

It was as if he was holding up the world alone, so powerful that it inspired awe, yet also so powerful that it broke one's heart.

As soon as Feng Yi stepped out of the cabin, he saw that figure from behind. He watched silently, his face indifferent, but his dark eyes were churning with dark currents.

"Feng Yi." A familiar voice called from behind.

"Uncle-Master." Feng Yi didn't turn around, his gaze remaining fixed on that figure.

“You…” Kong paused before speaking softly, “You’ve been separated for many years, and you came down the mountain this time for his sake. Now that you’ve met, why don’t you have a proper talk?”

Feng Yi remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "There's no need anymore. Uncle-Master, seeing him now, do you think it's still necessary for me to do anything to salvage or explain things?"

Kong remained silent.

Feng Yi moved closer to the bow of the boat, getting a little closer to the people on the opposite boat.

"There's really no need anymore. Uncle-Master, he's now the head of the Lan family, the fearsome 'Azure Demon' Lan Qi Shao who shakes the martial world. He'll never look back, and I lost the right to turn back the moment I took that first step. We... it's unnecessary. This is enough, perhaps..." Feng Yi raised his head, gazing at the azure sky. Perhaps the sunlight was too strong, stinging his eyes. He closed them, a slight moisture welling up at the corners. "Perhaps, one day... he and I will both forget the past. Then... we will... perhaps be dead, perhaps reborn." Chapter 55, Chapter 19: Setting Sail on the Vast Ocean (Part 2)

Updated: [2008-11-28 14:07:34.0]

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Kong sighed inwardly, remaining silent. Looking at him, she felt pity, but even more so, a sense of helplessness.

This child is the kind of person who never looks back.

Looking back, his senior brother led him up the mountain, his expression showing both relief and a hint of helpless pity.

“Junior brother, I have found the best successor for the Wind and Mist Sect for you.”

The child was only about ten years old, with a thin, bony body. His only feature was a pair of extremely large eyes, set in a face no bigger than half a palm. They were dark and lifeless, like bottomless voids. At that moment, he wondered why such a young child would have such eyes, such a desperate and lifeless gaze.

Is the child still alive?

How long can this child live?

To his surprise, the child survived, as if there was something in this world that sustained him.

As his senior brother said, he has excellent aptitude and is naturally intelligent. He is indeed the best successor of Fengwu, but... this child has no soul.

Life is neither long nor short, yet it seems that some people experience more sorrow than joy. Like him, like myself, and like…

The sound of a cabin door opening came from behind, and many more people came up one after another. Looking over there, there were also more people on the bow of the ship. Lan Qi pointed to the seabirds in the sky and said to Lie Chifeng and Ming Er with a smile, "You guys take a look too, have you found something fun?"

Kong looked up when he heard this, and after a moment, his brows furrowed.

“Brother Hongming,” Ming Er called out from the other end.

"What is it?" Mei Hongming asked as he stepped onto the bow of the ship.

"Shoot down those three with white feathers around their eyes, alive." Ming Er pointed to the sky.

"Oh." Mei Hongming looked up, his gaze sweeping over the flock of seabirds flying high and low, left and right. They had many different plumage colors: white, black, gray, brown...

Three pebbles shot out silently like lightning. The seabirds above continued to soar gracefully, but three of them suddenly took flight, seemingly dodging the incoming pebbles. Mei Hongming's lips curled into a smile, his eyes bright as he stared intently at the sky. As if they had eyes, the three pebbles instantly accelerated, chasing after the three seabirds.

"Caw! Caw! Caw!"

Three bird calls rang out, and three figures descended from the sky. Ming Er flicked his sleeve, and the three birds seemed to be drawn by something, obediently flying down. Ming Er opened his palm, and one bird landed in his palm, another in Lan Qi's palm, and the third flew to the empty palm.

"Completely unharmed, excellent skill!" Lie Chifeng's cold, star-like eyes instantly lit up.

Mei Hongming, however, showed no delight upon hearing this. His brows furrowed, and he said, "I was defeated by you, my brother, on Mount Ying." The implication was clear: Your praise is a blatant insult.

"Another martial arts fanatic," Yuwen Luo thought to himself.

"Brother Mei, your hidden weapon skills are really good! I can't do that." Ning Lang sincerely praised without any guile.

“As long as you use your strength properly, there’s nothing special about it.” This time, Mei Hongming smiled.

"Such bright eyes, what a fine bird! I wonder if stewing it in soup will improve its eyesight?" Lan Qi teased the seabird in her palm.

Ming Er examined the bird in his palm closely for a few moments, then turned to look at the ship opposite him. "What do you think, senior?"

Kong pondered for a moment, then nodded.

With a flick of their wrists, the two birds took flight.

"How about we keep this one to eat?" Lan Qi spread her palms out, but the bird flew left and right but couldn't fly more than a foot away from her palm.

"Seventh Young Master, please make yourself at home." Ming Er glanced at him with a half-smile.

"Sigh, never mind, it's best not to alert them." Lan Qi sighed, withdrew his hand, and the seabird finally escaped control, squawking as it flew into the sky to find its companions.

Ming Er summoned a man and whispered a few instructions to him. The man nodded and left.

A moment later, the two boats turned left and headed in the direction the three birds had flown.

"What does the Second Young Master think of this bird?" Lan Qi asked, his gaze following the seabirds soaring overhead.

"The training is very good," Ming Er said.

"Does the Second Young Master think they can take us to Dongming Island?" Lan Qi asked.