Poules et chiens volent dans le chaos et la renaissance

Chapitre 64

A doorway, about ten feet wide, opened in the stone wall, and a slender figure darted out swiftly. "Is that the Second Young Master?"

“It’s me.” Ming Er greeted the slender figure. “Miss Yokobo, you’ve suffered.”

Her slender figure was exposed under the moonlight, her hair disheveled, her beauty unchanged, like autumn waves rippling across the water.

"Second Young Master!" Qiu Hengbo looked at Ming Er with delight.

"Is Miss Yokomura alright?" Ming Er smiled gently. "How are the others? Are they able to move around freely?"

"I'm alright." Qiu Hengbo answered softly, looking at Ming Er, who was handsome and refined under the moonlight. Her heart was filled with excitement. Countless words came out, but in the end, she only asked softly, "Second Young Master... were you injured last time?" He and Lan Qi fell into the sea together during the storm. Although he was sure that he would be alright, seeing him unharmed with his own eyes now brought him a sense of reality and surprise.

"Your inner strength is sealed, but you can still move your hands and feet." Suddenly, a voice drowned out Qiu Hengbo's soft question. The voice was hoarse, as if it hadn't had water for many days. Then, a slender figure emerged from the shadows. She was half-old but still had a graceful charm. It was Sui Qingchen, the teacher. Behind her, many more figures emerged from the dark stone house one after another.

"Brother!" A soft voice rang out, accompanied by a figure rushing towards Hua Qinghe, who was leaning against a pillar.

"Fushu!" Hua Qinghe helped Hua Fushu up, his eyes filled with joy.

"Young Master!" Another figure rushed towards Yuwen Yuwen—it was Rong Yue.

"Rong Yue, wait... My brother is injured, don't touch his wound!" Yuwen Luo hurriedly stopped Rong Yue.

"Miss." Liu Mo quietly walked to Qiu Hengbo's side, but her eyes glanced to the side and saw that Song Gen was holding the motionless Ning Lang in his arms. She couldn't help but move her feet towards him.

"Miss Shang..." Jin Que Lou saw Shang Pinghan walk out and wanted to go forward to greet her, but remembered the past and stopped in his tracks.

Shang Pinghan glanced at him and nodded slightly.

"Oh, what a touching scene of family reunion and reminiscing!" A purple shadow drifted down; it was Lan Qi, who had broken through the formation and returned, his smile tinged with sarcasm.

Looking at this group of female warriors, although their makeup was bleak and their clothes were still the same, they looked much better than the male warriors in the next room who were covered in wounds and bloodstains. It seems that Yun Wuyai still knows a bit about cherishing women.

"Everyone, this is not the time to talk. We must leave as soon as possible, or the people from Dongming Island will come after us." Ming Er's words immediately put everyone on alert. Yes, they were still in danger.

“It’s not that they ‘will chase after us,’ but that they’ve already arrived.” Lan Qi snorted coldly, and several dark figures were already approaching from the stone house a few feet away.

Ming Er also saw the dark figures, turned to look at Lan Qi, and their eyes met, understanding each other perfectly.

"I will lead the way. Please follow carefully and do not touch anything to avoid triggering traps," Ming Er instructed before moving swiftly like the wind.

Everyone knew that the situation was critical, so they said no more and followed Ming Er.

At the same moment, Lan Qi leaped up and rushed back to meet them. Chapter Sixty-Eight, Part Twenty-Six: The Other Shore Flower Blooms Like a Dream (Part 1)

Updated: [2008-11-28 14:08:00.0]

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Yuwen walked at the back, glancing back before leaving. In the sky, the cold moon was embedded, and in mid-air, a purple shadow was like a phantom, the sword light was dazzling, and the fan shadow was terrifying.

"Brother, let's go!" Yuwen Luo grabbed his brother's hand, and Yuwen ? turned and left.

Many years later, when Yuwen Luo recalled this scene, he always saw the dark stone walls looming over him. At that time, they ran after Ming Er, passing through stone corridors and around countless stone pillars, traversing the seemingly endless stone wall passages, turning and twisting without any sense of direction... Occasionally, a sliver of cold moonlight would shine down, but more often it was pitch black, accompanied by the rapid breathing of their companions and the occasional screams from ahead.

When they finally emerged from the stone houses, bathed in the starlight and moonlight, breathing in the cool, fresh air, with the mountain breeze rustling in their faces, and looking out at the boundless expanse, everyone felt as if they had been reborn.

"We escaped?!" someone murmured as if in a dream.

"It's still early." Ming Er pointed to the ground below, where countless lights were already twinkling. "It seems that Dongming Island has been thoroughly alerted."

Following Ming Er's guidance, the group looked down and saw a row of lights at the bottom of the peak. Turning back, they saw that the stone house, which had been dark when they escaped, was now lit up, accompanied by the sounds of swords clashing and screams.

There, Lan Qi was still single-handedly holding off the experts from the Eastern Sea.

With tigers in front and wolves behind, and already wounded and powerless to fight back, were they to die here?! The crowd was unwilling to accept this fate.

"Let's go, there's no time." Yuwen was the first to head down the mountain. "Life or death, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A man would rather die a glorious death than live a life worse than a pig or a dog!"

"Big brother, wait for me!" Yuwen Luo chased after Yuwen Yi.

Xie Mo and Song Gen carried Ning Lang and strode away.

“Brother Hua Yan.” Hua Qinghe looked at Ming Er, “If there is no way to save us, you may leave. The martial arts world of the Imperial Dynasty cannot be trampled underfoot by Dongming Island. ‘Lan Yin Bi Yue’ must be welcomed back to the Imperial Dynasty!” The once plump and chubby face of the eldest son of the Hua family was now sunken and haggard, but his tone was still amiable. He casually said a sentence and then took Hua Fushu away, with Rong Yue following behind.

“Death is nothing more than abandoning a body. But if we can walk out of here alive, we will surely avenge this grievance in the future!” Mei Hongming, who was usually silent, suddenly raised his head and spoke calmly but with great conviction.

"Yes!" The heroes on the mountainside responded in unison, their voices thundering and phoenixes howling, echoing through the night sky.

"Let's go." The crowd strode away with their heads held high, displaying the dignified bearing of heroes attending a gathering, rather than the panicked demeanor of defeated prisoners escaping their captors!

Qiu Hengbo glanced at Ming Er with her eyes like water, but only smiled faintly before following the others. Liu Mo, Shang Pinghan, Sui Qingchen, and the others followed silently.

Ming Er looked at the group of heroes ahead, their faces scarred and their makeup disheveled, yet their spirits undiminished. He smiled leisurely, then looked back at the brightly lit stone house behind him, where the sounds of battle could be heard. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, leaped up, and landed in front of the group, smiling like a spring breeze. "I promised to lead the way for you all."

"Please, Second Young Master!" The group of heroes, without stopping, waved their hands in unison to let him pass, all with smiles on their faces.

"Let's go."

Ming Er stood at the forefront, his robes fluttering, as if he were riding the wind. Behind him, a group of imperial heroes, their internal and external injuries sealed, charged confidently towards the bottom of the peak.

"A picturesque landscape, now faded by the smoke of war..."

Someone started humming a song.

"With swords and spears, they fought for supremacy..." someone sang along.

This is a war song composed by Queen Feng Xiyun of the former Feng Kingdom during the chaos of war. More than a hundred years ago, wherever the Feng Yun Iron Cavalry went, this song was sung. The warriors' heroic and rugged singing fully expressed their great talents and strategies for governing the country, and their heroic spirit of facing death without fear. Everyone who heard it was filled with passion. It has been widely circulated in later generations, and it can be said that everyone in the dynasty knew how to sing it.

"A long sword is needed to reach the heavens; I will dance in the middle of the night, vowing to mend the sky!"

As more people joined in the singing, a bold and resounding melody instantly echoed through the mountains.

"The heavenly horse comes from the west, all for the sake of turning the clouds."

Holding the tiger tally and carrying the jade dragon,

The arrow pierced through the vast, desolate mountain!

A true man's heart is as firm as iron until death.

Blood washed the mountains and rivers, grass covered the white corpses.

Undeterred by dust and grime, their loyal hearts shine brightly in the azure sky!

Amidst the majestic singing, the chivalrous spirits of the heroes surged, truly embodying the heroic spirit of facing death without fear.

Although this is not a battlefield of swords and horses, and they are not soldiers guarding the border, they still have the skill to shoot arrows across the vast sky, have experienced the tragedy of bloodshed, and have the courage to cover the white bones with grass!

Singing all the way, facing the wind, they walked as fast as they could. The heroes of the Imperial Dynasty, looking disheveled but full of vigor, descended from the South Peak and reached the bottom. Facing them was the crimson flames like the sun and the murderous aura of the Eastern Sea masters!

"Great song! Great spirit!" Qu Huailiu, who was waiting in front of the stone house, clapped his hands in praise.

"Of course, that would be great." A captivatingly clear voice came from behind.

Everyone looked back and saw a purple shadow rushing over, arriving in front of them in the blink of an eye. It was Lan Qi who had caught up. In the distance, it could be seen that the experts from Dongming had also chased after them from the peak.

Lan Qi landed gracefully, her bright blue eyes gleaming, a charming smile playing on her lips. "With your song, I suddenly feel that being among you isn't so shameful after all."

In the past, most people would probably have been angry to hear Lan Qi say this, but at this moment, the heroes felt only a sense of satisfaction.

"With the Second Young Master and the Seventh Young Master here, things are indeed different." Qu Huailiu also smiled as he looked at the group of people opposite him. Although they were in a state of unprecedented disarray, their sharpness was even more pronounced.

"I have always had a question in my mind. I wonder if you could enlighten me?" Ming Er asked Qu Huailiu in a gentle and refined manner.

"Please speak, Second Young Master. I will answer to the best of my knowledge," Qu Huailiu said politely.

"The Imperial Martial World has no connection with Dongming. Why then did Dongming seize our sacred decree and harm and imprison our fellow martial artists?" Ming Er asked.

"Because Dongming needs your submission," Qu Huailiu replied with an unexpectedly straightforward and concise answer.

"Submit?" Ming Er raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Qu Huailiu’s gaze swept over the group of heroes behind Ming Er. “The Second Young Master’s companions can testify that we only want your submission and have no other intentions.”

Ming Er turned his head and saw that the eyes of the heroes were filled with humiliation and resentment. The torment they had endured for months was all because of the word "surrender," but how could they bow their heads and beg for mercy!

"Haha..." Lan Qi laughed loudly, "Isn't it funny what you're saying? Submitting, isn't that the same as offering up everything?"

“There’s a saying, ‘The victor is king, the loser is a bandit.’ Your dynasty’s thousands of experts are all prisoners of my Eastern Sea. It’s only natural that you offer them everything,” Wan Ai, standing beside Qu Huailiu, replied loudly.

These words enraged the heroes.

"Oh dear, your martial arts skills are not as impressive as your words." Lan Qi's green eyes flashed for a moment, and she looked at Wan Ai with a smile. Wan Ai remembered his defeat that day and his face turned red with anger.

Ming Er ignored the bickering and asked again, "May I ask, Your Excellency, why does Dongming demand the submission of the imperial martial arts world?"

Qu Huailiu smiled politely and said, "Only our young master and our king can answer that."

"Oh?" A glint flashed in Ming Erkong's eyes.

“Yes, our young master has been waiting for you two at the summit for a long time.” Qu Huailiu pointed to the sky, a hint of cunning in his smile. “And your number one martial artist, Sect Leader Kong, is also there…” His gaze shifted to Lan Qi, “Young Master Fengyi is also there. They are all waiting for you up there.”

"Oh?" Lan Qiyu nodded with her chin.

Ming Er raised his head to glance at the peak, then looked back at Qu Huailiu and said, "So, are there also people from the Imperial Martial Arts World imprisoned in the stone house behind you?"

“Yes.” Qu Huailiu answered quite cooperatively, “All of your dynasty’s people are here on the South Peak.”

"Yes." Ming Er nodded. "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome." Qu Huailiu replied with the same gentle politeness. "I have answered all of the Second Young Master's questions. Now, may I ask, Second Young Master, would you please submit now, so as to avoid us fighting each other and causing more innocent deaths?"

Ming Er glanced back at the group of heroes, then shook his head and said, "No."

"Oh?" Qu Huailiu's eyebrows twitched. "Although the Second Young Master and the Seventh Young Master are unparalleled in martial arts, they are..." He raised his hand and pointed at the group of heroes, "They have no internal energy left and are covered in injuries, making them even weaker than ordinary people. As for us..." With a wave of his hand, the experts from the Eastern Sea had surrounded the imperial group from all directions. "Does the Second Young Master think you have a chance of winning?"

Ming Er smiled calmly and said, "When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins."

Qu Huailiu shook his head and said, "We in Dongming have no cowards who fear death."

Ming Eryi was gentle and refined, believing that "when the brave meet, the wise prevail."

"Oh?" Qu Huailiu's eyes flickered.

Ming Er turned around and glanced at all the heroes of the Imperial Dynasty. Regardless of gender or age, everyone had the same expression in their eyes. Finally, his gaze fell on Lan Qi.

Lan Qi looked up at him, her emerald eyes sparkling, and a wicked, unrestrained smile slowly bloomed, like a flower from the other shore. "If we're going to play, we should play the most exciting kind, shouldn't we?"

In the second chapter, she gave a nonchalant smile.

The two simultaneously raised their sleeves, and in mid-air, two streaks of light, one purple and one blue, streaked across the sky.

"Although you have lost your inner strength, your hands and feet are still intact." Lan Qi turned to look at the heroes behind him. "The dignity of the imperial martial arts world has been lost by you, and it is time for you to take it back!"

"Yes!" the heroes roared in unison.

Amidst the roar, a dark figure flew from afar and arrived in an instant. In a moment, many men in black landed on the roof of the stone house. Judging from their lightness skills, they were all top-notch masters. With a flick of their wrists, a bright light streaked across the air, and then countless knives and swords were stuck in the ground.