Originated from mountains and seas, life never ends

Chapter 163 Then don’t let him know

Meng Liyun seemed to have something blocking her throat and couldn't say no.

Finally, she nodded, closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth to agree.

"Okay, I'll bring it to your master." Meng Liyun stared at him, "Remember your words, you'll be fine. Right?"

He's so capable, he'll be fine, right?

"Correct."

Xiao smiled and agreed.

Meng Liyun wiped her eyes, clenched the knife in her hand, turned around, grabbed Yan Ying's son and ran out. She jumped into the hole and filled it with soil just before the monks appeared.

"You don't have to stay here any longer." Meng Liyun dragged him and slid all the way to the middle of the mountain, then ran. "Go home, find your parents, and move to another place with them."

"My family has been wandering for almost half our lives." After hearing this, the young man came out of his shock and felt a little dissatisfied and uncomfortable.

"…It's okay. I've been wandering all my life." Meng Liyun's fingers tightly clasped his wrist.

"…Are you going to crush my hand?"

After hearing this, Meng Liyun was dazed for a moment and gently let go of her hands.

"Those monks will probably be angry with you. Don't stay here. Leave today." Meng Liyun said to him, "You must be obedient."

"...I know." The boy muttered softly, "How is my father's health?"

"Don't you know?" Meng Liyun looked at him in surprise.

"I haven't seen him for a long time." The young man mentioned this, feeling a little awkward. "I had a quarrel with him before because of cultivation. These days, we have only been in touch through letters..."

Meng Liyun turned around and looked at him directly, then replied with a smile, "He is in good health."

Seeing the young man heaved a sigh of relief, he added, "While your father is still in good health, spend more time with him."

Meng Liyun thought of her adoptive father, and her eyes unconsciously became a little gloomy again.

When they arrived at the place, Meng Liyun was surprised to find Yan Ying paddling the boat by himself on the shore. When he saw the two of them, he hurriedly greeted them.

"Go, go, go, hurry up."

As soon as the two of them got on the boat, Yan Ying immediately started rowing. The young man thought for a moment, took out a yellow talisman from his bosom, and stuck it to the stern of the boat. In an instant, the yellow talisman erupted into a huge whirlwind, pushing the boat three or four miles away.

"This is faster." Facing the two people's surprised looks, the boy explained.

Yan Ying was looking at him, laughed twice, and patted his shoulder: "Not bad, it's not a wasted trip."

The young man was suddenly embraced. He paused and blushed: "Well, nothing..."

Yan Ying noticed his awkwardness but didn't point it out. He looked at Meng Liyun and said, "Why is he...?"

Meng Liyun was staring at the long sword in her hand. The black sword was long and light, with lifelike blue animal patterns covering the entire blade.

She had seen Xiao wield this knife countless times, but she never expected that one day he would put it in her hands.

"...Liyun, Liyun?"

Meng Liyun shuddered violently and looked at Yan Ying who was looking at them with concern. She recalled his question and smiled.

"He...is not with us."

Yan Ying was stunned: "Why?"

"He... has his own things to do." Meng Liyun said, lowering her head, "But he promised me that everything would be fine."

Yan Ying and his son looked at each other and then looked at her at a loss.

Meng Liyun gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

"He promised me..."

Yan Ying led them across the waterway. When they got ashore, Meng Liyun learned that Yan Ying had already arranged everything, letting Yu Wei and the others leave first while he waited for them to return.

Meng Liyun looked at Yan Ying's hearty smile, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and finally she bowed deeply to him.

"……Thanks."

Meng Liyun didn't know how to thank him, this kindness was really too great.

"Hey, it's not a big deal." Yan Ying waved his hand, not caring at all. "We wanted to go somewhere else. If this guy hadn't wanted to stay here, we would have left long ago. You don't have to be like this."

Although she said so, Meng Liyun still felt heavy in her heart.

She wanted to give him the remaining money she had, but he refused and said it was an insult to him, so she had to give up.

Meng Liyun did not dare to delay too long, so she hurriedly said goodbye to Yan Ying and the others and set off towards Mangshan.

Mangshan was far away from her, and she didn't have enough money to buy a bus or take a ride. She had to sleep in the open air and travel day and night. The knife was very sharp, and it would break when she cut her hair, so she wrapped it in a cloth strip. Occasionally, she would meet a kind person who would give her half of it.

I walked like this for nearly a month, and when I passed by a teahouse, I heard people talking about the story of the owl.

Meng Liyun had no interest in these things. They were basically all hearsay. Some of them were not even done by Xiao at all, but were pinned on him.

This house was no exception. Meng Liyun glanced at it without emotion and walked past without stopping. As she was walking past, she heard cheers coming from inside.

"That's very well said. This man is such a nuisance! Fortunately, he will be executed soon, otherwise it would be terrible if he stayed in this world."

Meng Liyun paused, slowly turned her head and locked her eyes on the person who spoke.

"Why did you say that?"

Meng Liyun walked in and asked him.

The man glanced her up and down, looking at her tattered clothes with disdain almost overflowing from his eyes.

Meng Liyun didn't hear the answer. Her brain, which had been tense and numb for a long time, was already a little unclear. She pulled his collar uncontrollably and stared at him.

"I'm asking you."

Meng Liyun herself had never heard such a cold voice.

The man was a little flustered and wanted to get rid of it: "You, what are you going to do? I tell you-"

Meng Liyun threw him heavily to the ground in annoyance, not caring about the broken tables and chairs. She stepped on his chest and repeated the same thing impatiently.

"Speak! Why do you say that?"

Seeing her like this, the man panicked: "This, this news came out two days ago? The immortals said that he would be executed in public, and the location would be at the cutting platform. We were curious about why it would be a human this time since the cutting platform had only killed wild beasts, so we asked the storyteller to tell it..."

Meng Liyun didn't have the patience to listen to him anymore, so she asked again, "When?"

"When?" The man was stunned, then he reacted and quickly replied, "In half a month, on Mount Qi, a hundred miles away from here..."

Meng Liyun then loosened her feet and watched the man slip away from her feet and get up, while she herself gasped for breath, her breathing becoming heavier.

Owl...

Did he lie to her?

Meng Liyun didn't know whether it was out of anger or fear, her body was shaking unconsciously. In this midsummer, she felt waves of cold.

She was shivering from the cold.

Everything that happened next was like a dream. She rushed to the execution platform in a panic, and arrived at the scene on the day of the execution. The woman she met on the way was sitting next to her. She listened to the conversation of the men at the table in a daze.

It was not until she saw the horrifying figure in the crowded crowd that the strong shock woke her up. The tragic appearance was deeply engraved in her mind, and her heart ached again and again, making her face turn pale.

Finally, under the violent impact, she fell to the ground with the others. She looked at the broken magic circle in the air, then looked at the lifeless owl, and almost fainted.

She wanted to hold on to the knife to support herself so as not to faint, but when she saw the white hand reaching out from nowhere, she shook unconsciously, and the hand disappeared along with the knife.

The owl is dead...

The knife is gone...

Meng Liyun was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but burst into tears.

The crying was drowned out by the noisy crowd, but I don’t know how long it took, maybe only a moment, maybe half an hour, before the surroundings became quiet.

Meng Liyun's broken nerves were pulled back by something. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she could see the surrounding situation clearly.

The people around all fell to the ground.

Without exception.

The crying stopped suddenly.

Meng Liyun looked at the person on the stage - she didn't know whether he was a human or not.

She had long silver-gray hair that trailed on the ground, fair skin, and a dark gray resentment wrapped around her that could be seen by an ordinary person.

The man stood beside Xiao's body, kneading something with his fingers.

A petite girl followed him. The girl grinned and made the same wail as she had just made, but there were no tears in her eyes. She was just howling at a tearing voice.

Meng Liyun stumbled up there, totally ignoring the corpse beneath her feet. She stared straight at the inhuman-like owl, opened her mouth and wanted to cry again.

"You lied to me……"

There was a strong sense of grievance in his tone that he himself was not aware of.

"You lied to me……"

She tried weakly to grab him, but didn't know where to put her hands.

There are injuries everywhere...

He promised her...

She only heard this once.

She only listened to him once...

Just this once...

She shouldn't have listened to him!!!

Meng Liyun suddenly felt angry and aggrieved, but she couldn't tell him about her anger and grievances.

Tears blurred her vision, and she knelt weakly in front of him, hunched over and covering her face.

Why……

You all left?

Did she do something wrong?

So they were going to punish her?

Meng Liyun was so immersed in her decadent emotions that she couldn't extricate herself and didn't notice at all that the scene around her had changed at some point.

When she looked up again, she was stunned when she saw the girl in front of her.

There were many stitches on the girl's body, and it was obvious that she had suffered a lot of injuries. Her skin was gray and her eyes were dull.

"……do not Cry."

The girl spoke.

Meng Liyun looked at her and was silent for a moment: "Where is Xiao?"

The voice was hoarse and weaker than ever before.

The girl rolled her eyes and looked away: "I'll bury it soon."

"Is there a coffin?"

"No, Mangshan doesn't need coffins." The girl's voice was cold, as if she had no emotions. "They were all buried directly in there."

they?

Meng Liyun was stunned.

Who are they?

The girl didn't see the question, and she didn't need to answer it.

Because she has seen it.

A woman in red holding an umbrella and crying miserably appeared here in an instant.

"What's going on? Why would he be like that?!" The woman grabbed the girl suddenly, her voice sharp and piercing.

"I don't know...it was like this when we arrived," the girl answered her.

Then the woman turned her gaze back to her.

"He..." Meng Liyun opened her mouth, "was killed by those monks--"

"I knew it! Damn it!" The woman gritted her teeth, and her dark eyes suddenly revealed a fierce light.

The temperature around me dropped instantly and I was shivering with cold.

"They, they...how dare--" The woman was so angry that she couldn't maintain her posture.

—Wait, shape?

Meng Liyun was stunned for a moment before she realized that something was wrong with her.

If you look closely, you can see that the woman's feet are not on the ground but are floating in the air.