After killing King Ling, the protector disappeared without a trace, and Zhao Lian and Zi Yuan, mother and son, cried in tears all day long.
"Zhao Lian, I didn't say that."
"I trust you."
Zhao Lian's words gave Jian Xin some comfort.
However, she could never forgive him.
"It's not my fault. With his martial arts, he could have survived." Shao Kefan's tone was as indifferent as if Prince Ling had nothing to do with him.
"Xuelin was tampered with and was unable to function. Was it you?"
"Except for early morning meetings at the National Assembly Palace, he and I hardly ever see each other. How to start?"
He had also suspected that with Xue Lin in hand and the Nanyin Talisman, King Ling would be killed by two people, even though their martial arts were extremely high.
When I picked up Xue Lin, I discovered that Xue Lin had been sprinkled with killing powder specially designed to corrode swords. Could it be Shu Zhen? Only she had the chance to do it.
Xuelin would return to its original function in less than a month. Shao Kefan originally wanted to keep it as his own, but at Jian Xin's strong request, he agreed to be buried with King Ling.
What he said made sense. Jian Xin walked into the bedroom without saying a word.
She began to sleep, which was a short-term death that could give her temporary relief.
No matter day or night, I would wake up and sleep again. I would only eat something if I was really hungry and couldn't bear it.
The boundless desolation occupied her heart, the wasteland, and the rich smell of blood were getting closer and closer.
It can no longer be associated with the Xilin Gol Prairie. Even the most similar vastness is that one is pleasing to the eye and cultivates a kind mind, and the other is just to accommodate more human corpses.
"Jian Xin." Shao Kefan sat in front of the bed with a bowl of nourishing soup, just like he did to her who was scarred by a whip a few years ago.
This time, fearing that she would overturn it, he firmly held the wall of the bowl.
Jian Xin opened her eyes, took a quick look, turned her back to him and continued to sleep.
This hurt him more than knocking over the bowl.
"Jian Xin, I beg you." Shao Kefan shook her body. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the bed curtain above, ignoring him.
While he was in pain, he deployed his battle plan.
The thirteen countries have united, and the armed guards are slowly advancing thirty miles in the direction of Cang Teng every day. Many of Cang Teng's capable officers also lead the armed guards to set off.
"Jian Xin, the armed guards have begun to take action. You should stay well in the palace. I have to go to the battlefield."
Jian Xin's eyes blinked, filled with sadness like water in an instant.
On the battlefield, the only comfort is that you don't know who will die. However, most people will die.
Shao Kefan leaned down, kissed her affectionately on the forehead, and walked out.
The Abyss of the Wilderness On April 20, 1505, the Armed Guards of the Thirteen Kingdoms and the Cang Teng Armed Guards fought in the Fessang Wilderness.
There was a fight, the sky was dark, the ground was dark, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.
There is one more general among the Thirteen Kingdoms - the Protector.
Shao Kefan, who had expected it for a long time, was not surprised. Otherwise, where would he have gone?
The protector enlarged his Chi Lian arm and swept in with an unstoppable momentum. Nearly a thousand soldiers of the Cang Teng Armed Guards died immediately, and the entire area was instantly scorched black.
He took the lead and was at the forefront when he and the monarchs of the Thirteen Kingdoms besieged Shao Kefan.
"Shao Kefan, take your life."
"Haha, it depends on your ability."
During the battle of the monarchs, the sun and the moon have no light, and the sky and the earth are dark and bright for a while, as if day and night are passing by in an instant.
With the flash of swords and shadows, the wasteland was trembling from time to time due to the magical power, but the soldiers of the armed guards, who had long been accustomed to it, were not afraid and fought with all their strength.
They had always been evenly matched, but half a year later, the armed guards of other countries began to decline due to the death of their monarchs one after another, and their morale dropped.
Shao Kefan put his sword on the neck of the King of Eagle Kingdom, "Take your armed guards back to Eagle Kingdom."
"Shao Kefan, what tricks are you trying to play again?" Zheng Guanqiu, the old king of the Eagle who was nearly sixty years old, had fire in his eyes.
"If you insist on fighting, don't blame me."
News soon came that the Eagle Kingdom had withdrawn its troops and Zheng Guanqiu had led the armed guards back to the Eagle Kingdom.
The reason why we have to wait until now to fulfill the agreement with the Evil Lady is because the consumption of half a year of war can make the already weak Eagle Kingdom even weaker, so there is no harm in staying.
In the past six months, the dead soldiers have died, and the old wounds that were still alive have healed and new wounds have been added.
There is no one to deal with the corpses in the wasteland, and the rotten smell is commonplace. The black vultures come with empty stomachs and leave with full bellies.
Shao Kefan was also seriously injured, especially the sword from behind, which almost hit his spine. However, victory was just around the corner.
Apart from the released Lord of the Eagle Kingdom, the last powerful enemy still alive is still the Protector.
"I should have solved you in Cangteng." Shao Kefan sneered, "You are the biggest trouble."
"It's a pity that you didn't." The protector stared at the man in red with a calm expression in front of him. As long as he defeated him, his Zeguan would be back in his hands.
The two fought together.
Jian Xin, who had not had any water for three days, could no longer hold back and rode Yaka toward the Fessang Wasteland.
More and more corpses came into view, and her heart ached more and more.
When he arrived at the area where he was fighting with the Protector, the Protector had already fallen from the air, and Shao Kefan slowly fell down like a winner.
"Yaka, hurry up." Jian Xin wanted to pick up the body of the protector, and Yaka also raised his speed to the fastest.
However, before he could reach it, the Protector had already sunk to the ground.
"Woo..." Jian Xin flew off the horse, bypassed the soldiers fighting in the air, landed in front of the protector, and picked up his upper body.
The sharp sword light of the Phantom Sword cut off his heart veins.
"Protector." Jian Xin cried desperately.
The angry protector half-opened his eyes. When he saw it was her, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes. However, it gradually dissipated. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say what he wanted to say. Jian Xin quickly tilted her head and put her ear close to his mouth.
, waited for a while but found nothing. When he saw the person in his arms, he had already closed his eyes.
There was clearly something to remember on that face.
"If one day I return to my country, you will be my woman."
However, he could no longer realize his ambition, although even if he returned to the country, she would not be his.
There seemed to be something in his clothes.
Jian Xin reached into his arms with trembling hands, took out a rolled up painting, opened it and saw that it was the one he painted for her a few years ago. It had turned yellow, but the face of the woman in the painting was still beautiful.
.
"Woo..." Jian Xin cried louder and louder, "Why? Why?..."
Shao Kefan stood behind her without saying a word, with bottomless pain in his eyes.
It hurts because he caused her too much pain.
"Shao Kefan, you are so cruel." Jian Xin pulled out the Wuqi sword and stabbed him.
"Pu Yuan Ten Styles."
An extremely cold blue light enveloped the world, and the whole bodies of the armed guards soldiers in the nearby area were frozen. Soon, their whole bodies collapsed into countless pieces like a city wall collapsing.
Jian Xin quickly stopped, feeling guilty.
At this time, the golden light of the Fanhui Mantra gradually dissipated from his body.
"Jian Xin, stop making trouble, go back to the palace and wait for me." Shao Kefan frowned, a little impatient.
"Poof..." There was a sound of blood spurting out of the cavity. Jian Xin turned around and saw that a dozen more soldiers had fallen.
The generals and military guards of Cang Teng Kingdom became red-eyed and addicted to killing.
"Please, don't do this, please stop?" She shook her head in pain and staggered back.
"In another half month, Cang Teng will be victorious and return home." Shao Kefan walked towards her, but she kept backing away.
"Can you please stop?" She burst into tears.
"Stop making trouble and go back." Shao Kefan scolded.
Jian Xin smiled sadly, pulled out the Wuqi sword and stabbed it to his heart.
Yaka neighed, called to the east three times, and transformed into a human form. However, he only had time to hug her slowly falling body.
The Wuou sword passed through the left chest, showing determination, and blood flowed from between the fingers holding the end of the sword blade.
"No..." Shao Kefan grabbed her body and touched her face with trembling hands.
Yaka, who had curly hair and blue eyes, knelt on his knees and lowered his head.
After all, she couldn't be saved.
"Retract the troops, promise me, promise me..." Jian Xin's bloody hands grabbed the clothes on Shao Kefan's chest and kept pleading.
"Stop talking, I will save you." He sealed the acupuncture points on her chest, but her heart pulse was cut off and her breath became weaker and weaker.
"Promise me... promise me... I'm about to... die..." The hand holding him became looser and looser.
"Promise her quickly." Yaka yelled with red eyes.
"Jian Xin, hold on, I will save you, and I will take you to find the evil lady." Shao Kefan's eyes were also wet.
"Promise me, promise me..." Jian Xin's hand gradually loosened and her voice became smaller and smaller. Yaka quickly held her hand, "Jian Xin..."
"Jian Xin, hold on..." He poured his true energy into her body, trying to save her life.
"Promise...me, don't...kill...retract the troops..." His hand finally dropped with no strength, only relying on his weak breath to maintain his intermittent words, his eyes were full of tears, even crying.
Consume her life force.
"Promise her quickly." Yaka ordered Lord Cang Teng with a cry in his voice.
Shao Kefan frowned and his eyes were filled with tears, but he did not change his original intention at all.
"Hold on, I'll take you to find the evil lady right now." He stood up slowly while holding Jian Xin in his arms. He stumbled, and he almost couldn't stand due to his extremely high level of martial arts.
After the deepest despair flashed in her eyes, Jian Xin suddenly smiled lightly and said, "Bury me where the wasteland meets the sky, because I think that's the place closest to home."
She turned her face with difficulty and looked at Yaka, "Finally - I saw you in human form again, but even if you find a way to go home, I can't go back."
These two complete sentences seemed like flashbacks. Her eyes finally rested on the face of the man in red she loved most, and her attachment was solidified forever.
When a person dies, he is relieved that his long-cherished wish has not been fulfilled. The reason why he opens his eyes is just to look at him.
"Jian Xin, no, no..." Shao Kefan knelt on his knees and sobbed.
Nothing in life is more painful than this.
Yaka closed his eyes and still held her hand, but it gradually felt cold.
The fighting is still going on, and the vast wasteland has become an open-air cemetery. In a few years, the weeds will become even more rampant.
I don't know how far I flew with her body in my arms, but I still couldn't find the place where the sky and the grassland met. No matter where in the wilderness, the distance between the sky and the earth was so far away.
Even though the places seem to be connected in the distance, when you fly there, you will find that they are even further apart.
Then, just bury her close to him. At least, they love each other deeply, even if she can't regard him as belonging.
On the edge of the Land of Longevity, close to the palace, he chose a sunny place with a clear spring flowing through it and a thick shade, and let her sleep there for a long time.
Half a month later, Cang Teng won a great victory. All the experts devoted their efforts to connect the mountains and oases of the defeated country with Cang Teng.
An unprecedented grand kingdom was formed.
However, along with it, in addition to pride, there is boundless loneliness, as desolate as a wasteland.
The only woman who really cared about him has left.
Shao Kefan stood alone in front of the tomb, feeling infinitely sad and lamenting. His beloved has passed away, and his heart is forever scarred.
He still has no regrets about uniting the wilderness, but she has become a pain that he will never get better from, and will linger in his heart for the rest of his life.
This may be the best punishment.
The grass in the wasteland is getting more and more scattered, but no grass can grow. Arabian horses with black skin and chestnut hair often run wild in the wasteland.
It seems that the owner is still carrying him, which is the reason why he finally chose to be a horse.
Just like her, this is not home, but she can never go back.
It also often goes to the tomb and rubs its plump forehead against the tombstone, just like it often did when she was alive.
Things change, joys and sorrows arise.
Her return is destined to be accompanied by soil that does not belong to the Xilin Gol grassland.