On the way to Ling Nan, a young girl, who was as beautiful as a fairy, and a teenager, who was as thin as a mountain ape, were sitting on top of a skinny donkey.
The young man was Wu Hen, the young girl was Mei Wanting who was saved by Wu Hen.
Seeing the weak and delicate Mei Wanting, and hearing her sorrowful life, he decided to escort this young lady to Ling Nan.
On the way, the two of them were silent.
Because they were each thinking about their own matters.
The sky was still clear yesterday, but today it was overcast.
The sky in June was like a child's face.
There was a sudden clap of thunder and the pedestrians quickened their pace.
Although the gale had blown away the stuffy heat, it had also brought along panic.
Wu Hen frowned. It wasn't because he was afraid of the thunder and the wind, but because he was worried about Mei Wanting who was riding on the donkey.
He turned his head and saw a calmness on the face of this young girl who was not even fifteen years old.
In her eyes, she seemed to ignore the thunder and the gale.
He looked into her beautiful yet deep eyes and suddenly let out a soft sigh.
This soft sigh caused Mei Wanting to also look at him.
"Send me to Ling Nan. After travelling back and forth for more than a month, are you not afraid of your family?"
Wu Hen's shining eyes did not reveal a trace of sadness or profoundness on his face. It was as if he could break through the sunlight from the dark clouds in the sky and become incomparably brilliant.
"I don't know if I have any family! I haven't seen them since I was born. "
Mei Wanting seemed to be stunned. Accompanied by a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder, rain fell heavily from the sky.
Wu Hen looked around. In front of him, there was a pavilion with a few shabby wooden tables.
There were a few people at the wooden table to avoid the rain. A lame tea boy was pouring them cold tea.
Wu Hen led the donkey quickly to the tea house.
When the tea servant came to pour tea, he would glance at Mei Wanting intentionally or unintentionally, but there was a glint of light in his eyes.
Wu Hen raised the teacup in his hand and twirled it in his hands, looking at the lame and wretched tea servant with a smile that was not a smile.
The crippled tea servant looked into Wu Hen's eyes and suddenly turned his head away.
Mei Wanting discovered the strange thing that had happened.
she asked softly. Her voice was soft, even though it was short, it was just as pleasant.
Wu Hen looked at her and suddenly smiled.
His smile was like a donkey's, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth.
Mei Wanting put down the teacup in her hand and looked at the skinny young man seriously for the first time.
"Is there some trouble? "The Blood Moon Sect is very powerful. They are determined to get me. I think it's better if you don't care about me. Otherwise, they will also target you!"
she said softly. Although he was talking about something extremely shocking, but he could make Wu Hen's heart soften.
"Trouble? That's the real trouble! "
Wu Hen smiled, a bright smile on his face.
Her face was pale, but Mei Wanting could see thousands of golden lights shining from his face.
She suddenly believed in the young man before her, and also believed in the ordinary looking iron sword strapped to his back.
She did not know how high this youth's martial arts were, nor did she know how strong his sword arts were.
However, she believed in him. She believed in him as she believed in herself. He could protect her, he definitely could!
Wu Hen also did not know how great his martial arts was, nor did he know how powerful his donkey rearing sword technique was.
Fang Buwen taught him the breathing technique, saying that it could strengthen the body and help him cure the illness.
This meditation session lasted for 11 years.
Gongsun Qi had taught him donkey training, and he had always thought that this broken sword technique would only scare the little donkey.
But even this lousy sword-art had taken him eleven years to master.
Last night, he had drawn his sword. It was the first time in his life that he had done so.
Even though he used a sneak attack and had the magical support of the little donkey, he still managed to kill four people with decent martial arts skills.
He was frightened by himself, scared by the sword in his hand.
This was clearly a sword technique that could kill, and it was an incomparably quick sword technique that could kill.
However, when the little donkey saw the wine shop, even if he raised the sword in his hand, it was not afraid at all.
Without wine, he would rather die under the sword!
"This training donkey sword technique can't teach a donkey at all!"
That was what he sometimes thought. As he was thinking, he looked at his wrist, which was spinning with extreme agility, as if there was a sword in his hand.
The summer rain came quickly and left quickly.
A pot of tea had yet to be finished when the clouds broke and the sky opened.
The two of them once again set foot on the road to the south.
It was a rainstorm, and the road was muddy.
Mei Wanting sat on the donkey's back and watched him get wet with mud. This was the first time she frowned lightly.
"Why don't you come up as well?"
The little donkey whined and shook its head and tail.
"You animal, now that you have a pretty girl, you don't even want a master anymore?"
Wu Hen laughed. The donkey obviously didn't understand, but Mei Wanting did.
Her cheeks flushed red as she stammered, "What are you talking about!"
Wu Hen turned around with a smile, looking incredibly brilliant.
"This animal is just like that, he values women over his friends. "But if there's wine, hehe …"
This "hehe" made Mei Wanting to laugh.
She did not feel that it was strange that a donkey led by such a strange young man would be a normal donkey.
Moreover, this was a donkey that knew how to fight!
The two of them continued their journey. They were no longer silent and began to chat naturally.
Formless Origin found out about Mei Wanting's complicated life history.
Her father had once been the famous Plum Blossom School Master, Mei Qingyun. He was the last disciple of one of the three most talented martial artists, 'Old Man Four Unique' Luo Taihe.
However, before she was born, when Mei Qingyun was fighting with Blood Moon Sect's Dharma Protector Ren Xiaoyao, both of them fell down the Red Mist Cliff of Blood Moon Peak.
Ever since Mei Qingyun died, she had no intentions to go to the underworld. With her pregnancy, she went to the Clouds Island, where Mei Qingyun lived in seclusion with her.
She didn't want her only daughter to be like her, and enter the martial arts world, so she didn't teach her martial arts.
But even if she stayed away from the world, she still could not escape this martial arts world.
In just one night, more than twenty people from the Clouds Island were killed by the Blood Moon Sect!
Without any martial arts, under the protection of butler Mei Si, Mei Wanting escaped the Clouds Island.
However, in order to stall for time, Mei Si had her escape. She died under the sword of four people!
All of this was just for a book. It was a martial arts cultivation method that was known to everyone – the Jade Net Heart Sutra.
Because Mei Qingyun was Luo Taihe's disciple, there was a legend in the peaceful Jianghu — Bi Luoxin was given to Mei Qingyun by Luo Taihe.
The Blood Moon was chasing Mei Wanting for the Jade Net Heart Sutra!
Jade Net Heart Sutra? Traceless vaguely remembered a word Fang didn't hear.
"Actually, as long as you pass the 'Jade Net Heart Sutra' to Wu Hen, Wu Hen might not die."
Mei Wanting also found out about Wu Hen's background.
However, how much did Wu Hen know about Wu Hen's background?
He only knew that before he'd even been born, he'd suffered an extremely insidious internal injury.
Perhaps it was because of this that he was abandoned by his parents.
Fortunately, he met the kind Medicine Immortal Valley's Fang Wei, so he was able to keep his little life.
Who am I? Where did I come from? Why did my parents abandon me so heartlessly?
However, no matter how many times he thought about it, no matter how long he thought about it, it still seemed the same …
After more than ten years, Fang did not even notice that his hair had almost all fallen out. He was still unable to completely cure Fang's illness.
Mei Wanting looked at Wu Hen. She could never have imagined that this young man, who looked like a shining sun and had never seen the slightest bit of trouble, would have such a bizarre background.
Besides, he could die of an old illness at any time!
"The reason I came out of the valley this time, was to find my parents and Blood Linglong, who can cure my illness."
No one would be happy when they said that.
But Wuhen was one. Not only was he happy, he was also very happy when he saw a jar of fine wine.
"Because I can't die. The world is so beautiful. The martial arts world is so beautiful. Without me, the world would lose its color. The martial arts world …. It will be lonely! "
Mei Wanting looked at him, at the radiant smile on his face. She wanted to smile too, wanted to smile brilliantly.
In the end, he could only smile silently.
"Your smile is so beautiful!"
When Wu Hen saw her smile, he sincerely said those five words.
Mei Wanting felt her heart soften. She was already used to these words, but it wasn't because there was no trace. It was because the people on the island all said the same thing.
"Beautiful like the bright moon!"
Wu Hen shifted his gaze away, looking into the distance as he spoke softly.
Brightmoon? Is the moon the moon in the sky?
The moon was beautiful, but cold!
Is he saying I'm cold too?
She didn't understand why she would let her imagination run wild because of what he had just said.
She looked up at the sky. The sun had set, and a crescent moon was rising in the east, hanging in the deep blue sky.
"It is indeed beautiful!"
Traceless as if he woke up from a dream, he turned his head to look at Mei Wanting and followed her gaze towards the crescent moon in the sky.
"Mingyue is a person, she's as beautiful as you and as beautiful as you when she smiles!"
Mei Wanting was stunned.
"Is it a person?" I thought you meant the moon in the sky! "
Wu Hen chuckled. His smile contained a trace of longing and warmth.
In her eyes, there was a trace of disappointment and confusion.
Half a mile behind them, the crippled tea boy was limping closely behind. Occasionally, he would use a small knife to carve on a tree trunk by the side of the road.
Author Xiaoxiang Zhouzi
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