It took two months of calm riding in the wilderness.
"Nothing happened. I am so happy every day. In the wilderness, it seems that I have returned home and can see you again in the palace." Jian Xin's face was quiet, but full of warmth.
Unlike Shu Zhen, there is endless indifference under the calm.
Even if you can't go home, it's good to feel like you're home.
The time when I was besieged by men in black seemed to be a very distant thing.
Late at night, when the bed curtain was put down, Shao Kefan half hugged her and undressed her, and her jade-like breasts gradually appeared.
He kissed her, not sparing any part of her. His breathing became more and more rapid, and it took him a long time to forget to answer her.
"The days are long, so be careful."
Jian Xin wanted to say something else, but he motioned her to shut up, "Don't be distracted and do what we should do."
He pressed forward and instantly surrounded her like a blazing fire.
Her hands were wrapped around his thick back, and they were caressing him gently. The small bells inlaid on the silver twisted chain wrapped around the middle finger and ring finger of his right hand bound the body of an indifferent woman, who was sleeping quietly.
Jian Xin has long been accustomed to it.
Unless it's an emergency or the first day of every month, she almost forgets Shu Zhen's existence, and the danger never occurs. She usually treats the soul-calling bell as if it's nothing, but she will habitually ring the bell on the first day of every month.
Because she firmly remembered Shu Zhen's reminder that it was about his life.
After shaking the bell twice, Shu Zhen appeared in front of her. If Shao Kefan was by her side, they would leave her sight together, but they would come back in less than two minutes. If he was not there, Shu Zhen would look for him.
She had never doubted his loyalty and knew that they were fulfilling their agreement. If they didn't want to say anything, she didn't ask.
The vast wilderness.
Jian Xin sat on her back with her hands against the grass. What she saw was not the beautiful yellow-green sky, but the pair of deep horse eyes, which were also staring at her.
Another half year has passed, but Yaka's humanoid appearance has never faded, although its deep black eyes are far from light blue.
"Yaka, please change back to human form. I know you can change." Jian Xin stood up, put her hand on its forehead, and looked at it pleadingly.
She can no longer go back home. If she has any wish, it is to see the human form of Yaka.
She could forget about the protector, but she could never let go of Yaka.
The embrace with the young Manu was unforgettable. His embrace gave her a wild feeling, which made her gallop between heaven and earth more enjoyable.
They have had more than ten years of intersecting and overlapping growth rings.
Yaka shook his head, but stared at her persistently.
Jian Xin was disappointed again. She left the sight of the horse and was about to get on the horse's back. Her ears twitched slightly when she suddenly heard the sound of wind behind her. She looked back warily and saw dozens of men in black approaching her like black clouds.
It turned out that they had known that she was in the wilderness again, and the reason why they stayed still for a long time was because they hoped that she and Lord Cang Teng would relax their vigilance, and then take advantage of her unpreparedness, and strengthen their troops to capture her in one fell swoop.
Seven months, they are indeed patient enough.
In order to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Fu Yi Kingdom, all countries have strengthened their defenses in their respective oases, and the number of envoys has increased to more than two. Naturally, they all have mastered the wind palm practice.
Dozens of men in black didn't make much noise, which shows that their martial arts skills are not weak.
"Hahaha, Queen Cang Teng, you can't run away today."
Jian Xin quickly swept her body back, and took advantage of the situation to pull out the sword tied to Yaka. It was specially made by Shao Kefan for her by a swordsmith. It was called Wu Ou. It was as light as nothing, but cut iron like mud, and it was dull and dull.
Light, on the other hand, is as bright as a mirror, which is the meaning of no coincidence.
When facing the enemy, face yourself secretly and face the enemy openly, but this requires extremely high requirements for the sword wielder, who must have quick reactions and flexible moves. After three months of hard training, Jian Xin was able to master Wu Ou with ease.
The deeper meaning of no couple: that is, only one side can survive, me and the enemy.
The Wuou sword came out, changing moves fiercely in the air, and streaks of piercing feather-like light swept across the masked man, who subconsciously blocked their eyes.
"Some people attacked her from behind." A masked man discovered the flaw and shouted excitedly.
The masked men surrounded Jian Xin. Before they could repel those in front, they were attacked from behind. She was almost injured several times. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and could not move her sword. She also speeded up her body to force the enemy out.
Two feet away, five masked men were stabbed by swords very quickly. They screamed, their faces instantly turned purple, and their bodies fell down.
"Her sword is poisonous, everyone, be careful." A rough voice shouted.
Jian Xin was shocked. The sword was poisoned? But Shao Kefan never mentioned it to her.
This was the first time she had killed someone. However, the stabbing wound was impossible to cause death because the sword was poisonous.
They have ulterior motives and deserve to die! However, if it weren't for his ambition to unify the Wild Abyss, who would come to his door and provoke the most powerful Cang Teng Kingdom.
Jian Xin didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly responded to the enemy. By visual inspection, there should be about fifty masked men. After half a stick of incense, a few more fell screaming. It seemed that the poison on the sword was not trivial.
However, there were too many masked people, and she gradually became unable to resist. She caught a glimpse of three masked men who looked like her elder brothers standing on the ground. It turned out that the most powerful one was waiting below. She was shocked. She was careless for a moment and was stabbed by a sword.
A heartbreaking pain hit me in my left shoulder.
"Pu Yuan Ten Styles!" she yelled. A layer of ice mist suddenly formed on the eyelashes of the masked people around her, and their movements became sluggish. She easily eliminated a large area, leaving only a few people still hanging around.
Resistance.
"I don't want to kill, I don't want to kill..." Jian Xin didn't feel the pleasure of victory at all, but was in pain and despair. She was struggling fiercely in her heart. However, in order to protect herself, she had to swing her sword at them.
The three masked men on the ground looked at each other in surprise, then flew up to meet them. The good swords in their hands dispersed the coldness of the people. After fifty moves, Jian Xin received another sword blow on her right shoulder. She had no strength to use her hands anymore.
The sword, her hand softened, and Wuyou fell vertically from the air. Several swords were pointed at her from different directions, and the masked man fell to the ground with her.
"You can't run away this time, hahaha..." A thin female voice sounded.
A ball of cloth was stuffed into her mouth, and she didn't intend to scream. It was too far away from Cang Teng and he couldn't hear her.
Whether to turn into a human form, Yaka was undecided, secretly anxious: Use the soul-calling bell quickly! If it turns into a human form, it will only have this chance, and then for her and Lord Cang Teng, it will have to become a horse again, but in the future, she will meet
When it gets difficult, it can no longer do anything.
When the horse god gave it a human body, he also taught it martial arts.
It can also protect her, but there is a soul-calling bell, but she doesn't use it.
"Eh..." Yaka screamed miserably. A masked man took one look at it and knew it was a valuable horse. He pointed at Yaka and said, "I'll tie up your master before I take you away."
Yaka rushed towards the masked man, and the masked man who had just spoken flew up and kicked him to the ground.
"Yaka..." Jian Xin shouted anxiously.
"Tie her up quickly."
The masked man took out the rope prepared in advance and was about to tie her up when one of them grabbed her right hand and said with some surprise, "What a beautiful chain. Queen, don't you mind giving it to me?"
Soul-Calling Bell!
Jian Xin was startled and struggled to shake her hands twice.
A ray of blue light and a stream of air passed through everyone's eyes. Before they could scream, Shu Zhen stood behind them, holding a knife in his hand. Several masked men died before they knew what happened.
The three with the best martial arts reacted more quickly, escaped the disaster, and got into a fight with Shu Zhen.
Yaka walked behind Jian Xin, stuck out his tongue, and licked the wound on her shoulder.
"Yaka, I'm fine." She turned around to comfort it, but met a pair of worried eyes and was speechless.
The sword didn't go deep into her shoulder, so she could rest for a few days. After acupuncture was applied to stop the bleeding, she stared at Shu Zhen's figure intently.
Shu Zhen's swordsmanship is fast, ruthless and dense, and he can kill with every move. If he cannot avoid it, he will lose his life.
In less than twenty moves, the three masked men gradually lost the ability to actively attack and could only defend themselves. Shu Zhen increased his speed. After ten more moves, the three masked men were pierced through the chest by swords almost at the same time. In less than an instant, the swords pierced their chests.
thing.
Shu Zhen pulled out his sword, and three streams of blood spurted into the air. The masked man screamed and fell down, his head tilted, and he lost his breath.
However, a scene that Jian Xin could not imagine occurred.
Shu Zhen raised his sword and swung it at the three corpses. The corpses were quickly mutilated with blood under the sharp sword.
"Hahaha..." Shu Zhen, who had always been calm, laughed heartily and increased the speed of swinging his sword. After a while, the three corpses turned into a pile of meat, mixed together, and they could no longer distinguish each other.
When she rushed towards the other corpses with her sword in hand, Jian Xin came to her senses, covered her chest, resisted the urge to vomit, and shouted, "That's enough."
Shu Zhen stopped, turned around, his expression returned to calm, walked up to Jian Xin, lowered his head slightly, "Shu Zhen failed to protect her well and caused her master to be injured. Please punish her."
His tone was indifferent, but he still didn't feel any guilt at all.
"I didn't wake you up in time, I don't blame you."
Jian Xin frowned and raised his right hand. Shu Zhen raised his eyes and stared at him, his face expressionless and his eyes indifferent.
Shake the soul-calling bell twice, the human soul is separated, a blue light is absorbed into the bell, and a stream of air rushes into the body.
Just when he was about to mount his horse, Yaka suddenly squatted down, and Jian Xin easily got up without the support of his arms.
"Yaka, we have to return to the palace quickly."
With a whimper, Yaka carried his beloved woman on his back and ran away, twice as fast as usual.
In Yiwei Palace.
Su Man carefully bandaged Jian Xin's wound and complained, "It seems Shu Zhen can't protect you well either."
Jian Xin smiled slightly, "I don't blame her. I haven't been in danger for such a long time. I couldn't think of it. If it weren't for her, I would have been taken away."
"Then next time you are in danger, you must remember to wake her up."
"Of course. Don't worry! You will recover soon." She patted the back of Su Man's hand.
"Sister, I know you miss home, but the wasteland is really desolate..." Su Man couldn't continue, she just felt very uncomfortable.
"That's not called desolation. The wilderness is full of scattered grass and vast expanse. It reminds me of the prairie and gives me a sense of home. Do you know what desolation is? Desolation that doesn't even exist is the real desolation."
She said quietly, feeling the pain in her shoulder no longer.
The desolation that does not even exist is the real desolation!
Su Man also fell into this sentence. For the first time, she fell in love with a sentence.
Late at night, Shao Kefan took care of his affairs and dragged his tired body into Yiwei Hall. He saw Jian Xin lying on the bed, waiting for him with her eyes open. He felt warm in his heart and leaned down to untie her breasts gently.
Jian Xin pushed his hand away and said, "I'm very sleepy today, so I'll just sleep like this!"
"Tonight is unusual. What's wrong with you?" Shao Kefan frowned, feeling uneasy.
"I'm just sleepy." Jian Xin closed her eyes, "I'm going to sleep, and so are you."
"You...are injured." He picked her up suddenly and quickly took off her clothes. Sure enough, there were two bandages wrapped around her shoulders.
"It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about." Jian Xin hurriedly comforted him.
"What happened today? Didn't you wake up Shu Zhen?" Shao Kefan felt heartbroken and glanced at the soul-calling bell wrapped around the middle finger and ring finger of her right hand.
"I forgot at first, but then I remembered it when I was almost taken away." Jian Xin kept smiling, "It will be fine in a few days."
"Sleep!" Shao Kefan uttered two words in a low voice, lay on the bed, and put her head in his arms.