Fairy, please let me explain

Chapter 698 Leaving
"Junwu, your father is back."

Sitting on the city gate tower, Xu Yuan hugged Li Junwu's already cold body, looked calmly at the distant skyline, and spoke to her in his arms the first words she said before her death.

The body of a cultivator who has achieved body fusion can remain intact for decades. She still looks the same as when she was alive, but she will never speak again.

At dawn, the boundary drawn by the rising sun and the earth divided the world into two parts, coming from the east and sweeping to the west, half light and half shadow.

A cloud of dust appeared on the skyline that was still shrouded in darkness, a huge cloud of dust that was vast but arrived long after.

The earth was shaking, and thousands of heavily armored horses were vaguely visible under the rising dust.

The Desert Wolf Demon Riders have arrived.

We arrived at the city at dawn on the fourth day.

In the flying yellow sand, the Zhenxi City, immersed in death, welcomed the first ray of life from the outside world. The soldiers in the city opened the broken city gates and welcomed their brother troops into the city.

However, there was no chaotic sound of soldiers entering the city below the city wall. It was even eerily quiet.

Apart from the snorting and hooves of the demon horses under their crotch, there was no other sound from the huge group of Desert Wolf Demon Riders entering the city. They silently gazed at the huge city in front of them that had become familiar yet unfamiliar.

Most of the Zhenxi Army who experienced the Tartar Rebellion have grown old. In this generation, the Zhenxi Army grew up in the prosperity of Dayan and have never experienced the years of looting and burning.

So,
When the soldiers of the Desert Wolf Demon Cavalry saw through the gaps in their visors that the once towering and solid city walls were covered with cracks, and the once row upon row of streets had turned into ruins, they saw confusion, astonishment, and anger in their eyes, but no sound.

Each of them started their military service in this huge city named after the Zhenxi Army, where they trained, practiced, and formed their first bonds with their comrades.

They guarded this huge city with their youth and lives.

But at this moment, this huge city named Zhenxi was burned down when they went out to conquer foreign tribes.

In the silence of the march,
All the emotions turned into something called hatred.

Military morale is available.

Watching the troops entering the city and feeling the murderous aura coming from the army formation below, Xu Yuan thought indifferently.

The sect should be planning to direct the hatred of the Zhenxi Army towards the imperial court after the war. The victor will write the truth, and the loser can only be covered in the ruins of history.

but now,
The victory of the war and the morale of the people cheering for the name of Junwu will allow the Xiangfu to use this military spirit and become a sharp blade in his hand to stab the sect.
Thinking of this,
A strand of white hair floated past Xu Yuan's eyes in the breeze, leaving him stunned.

Xu Yuan stared blankly at the pale face of the woman in his arms, grabbed his hair hard, then bit his trembling lips and looked away.

She died because of him.

He used her death as leverage.

Xu Yuan didn't know what caused this condition.

Hatred?
Maybe, maybe not.

At the moment Li Junwu passed away, endless hatred and self-blame almost devoured Xu Yuan, but as time passed he could feel himself becoming numb rapidly.

Suddenly I came to my senses and realized that I was analyzing the causes of these emotions and subconsciously trying to block the roots of these emotions to maintain my rationality.
The wind gradually grew stronger, blowing her waist-length white hair, and gently caressing his face like slender fingers, as if comforting his anger that had nowhere to vent.

I don’t know how long,

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of something falling on the roof of the city gate tower.

very light.

Xu Yuan was so close that he was distracted that he didn't notice the other person coming at all, until the person slowly walked up to him and stood still in his peripheral vision.

Xu Yuan looked back.

But he saw an old man in military uniform staring blankly at Li Junwu who was sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Marquis of Zhenxi.

This was the first time Xu Yuan met Li Junwu's father.

His military uniform shone coldly in the dawn, and his small eyes stared blankly at the faded woman in his arms.

The moment he saw him, Xu Yuan understood why this good-looking brother always called him old man.

The Marquis of Zhenxi looked really old, dark, thin and short, with wrinkles all over his face.

Compared to the famous Marquis of Zhenxi who made the Tartar children stop crying, this Marquis of Zhenxi looked more like a farmer that could be seen everywhere in the fields of Dayan.

There was a long silence.

Xu Yuan slowly lowered his eyes and whispered:
".sorry."

"."

As the words fell, the fantasy was shattered.

The upright back of Marquis Zhenxi became hunched, and his calloused hands kept rubbing a cut on his waist armor. He raised his hands cautiously towards his children several times, but then retracted them fearfully.

Xu Yuan looked at her face and whispered softly:
"Before Jun Wu died, she wanted me to tell you that she defended the city for Zhenxi Prefecture, and made the people in the city shout Qingle's name, and that she really missed you and her mother."

After that, there was silence.

A breeze blew by, and the half-saint who was blessed by the military formation became unstable. He trembled and half-knelt on the tilted roof of the city gate tower.

The thin old man knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, his tiny eyes blinking constantly, tears flashing in his eyes, and his weak fingers left a deep fingerprint on the hard stone ceiling.

The armor scatters the coldness of the sun,
Marquis Zhenxi looked at his daughter's cold body and opened his mouth several times, but nothing came out. Only a few unclear and intermittent hoarse sounds came out of his throat.

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Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and did not look at the old man beside him.

At this moment, the man beside him was not the mighty Marquis of Zhenxi who dominated Dayan, but just a father who had just lost his daughter.

His embarrassment should not be seen by outsiders.

"Junwu, I'm leaving."

After sitting quietly for a few breaths, Xu Yuan whispered something in the ear of the woman in his arms, then gently laid her flat in front of the old man and slowly stood up.

But at this time,
Zhenxi Houyin suddenly called him, suppressing her trembling voice:
"Come back and sit down."

"."Xu Yuan paused and sat back.

"Stay away from Jun Wu." Marquis of Zhenxi.

"."Xu Yuan moved sideways half a meter in silence.

The old man called Zhenxi Hou sat next to Li Junwu and asked in a low voice:

".Jun Wu is dead, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Xu Yuan looked at the yellow sand hills outside the city and replied numbly:
"Jun Wu's death started with me and ended with me"

The Marquis of Zhenxi suppressed his emotions and interrupted:

"If I don't want you to confess and pay with your life, can Jun Wu survive?"

"."Xu Yuan was silent.

The voice of Zhenxi Hou was weary:

"I am not senile yet. If I have to kill someone, I will kill the murderer who killed Jun Wu, not you, the dissolute playboy who seduced Jun Wu."

"."Xu Yuan.

The Marquis of Zhenxi stood up and sat beside his daughter, clutching his armor tightly, and said slowly:
"But I have no right to say anything to you. I knew the reason why Jun Wu joined the army from the beginning, but the death of this girl was also the result of my own sin and the disaster I planted."

The old man in military uniform lowered his eyes and whispered:

"You are young and frivolous, looking down on everyone. You think you can scheme for the world and control everything. You regard all the heroes in the world as grass. You even think you can scheme against the current emperor and your father. Haha, what a fool you are."

Xu Yuan subconsciously glanced at the old man beside him and said nothing.

The Marquis of Zhenxi is not as bad as he says. He has the capital to support his arrogance.

Born into a hunter family, he joined the frontier army alone. At the age of 25, he had led tens of thousands of troops to put an end to the Tartar Rebellion and was granted a title of nobility.

This is rare even in the history of the imperial dynasty, but it is a pity that he ran into that glorious era when monsters were rampant.

With the death of his daughter, the Marquis of Zhenxi seemed to have shed the shackles of his identity and became just like an ordinary old man in the market, talking about the past:

"I was planning to enter politics from the military, and named my daughter Junwu, hoping that she would inherit everything I had built. But it was during that time that I discovered that the Zhenxi Prefecture under my command had become bloated, and many of the orders I issued could not be implemented, and there were constraints everywhere."

Speaking of which,
The Marquis of Zhenxi looked out at the yellow sand gullies outside the city and said quietly, "I tried to solve it, tried to regain power by various means, and wanted to use violence to scrape out the cancer, but the poison had already spread throughout my body, and I was helpless.

"It was not until then that I realized how big the gap was between me and the two people in the court. They couldn't even handle the affairs of the continent, but they actually wanted to plot against them. So I took the initiative to send the young Jun Wu to Di'an and asked the emperor to give him the title of Qingle.

"Being assertive at first and respectful later makes people laugh."

When the words fell, only the whistling of the wind could be heard.

For a long time,

The Marquis of Zhenxi looked back at Xu Yuan:

"Xu Changtian, for avenging Jun Wu, I will give you Zhenxi Mansion."

Xu Yuan replied slowly: "Even if you don't tell me, I will do it."

The Marquis of Zhenxi turned sideways, stretched out his wrinkled hand, and stroked his daughter's face, which was no longer cold, as he did when they were children, his eyes filled with death:

"Within a month, I will slaughter all those traitors. By then, the structure of Zhenxi Prefecture will collapse. You can decide how much it can take."

After all,

The old man in military uniform hunched over and gently picked up Li Junwu, looking down at the ruins of the city:
"I am a failure. I have fought all my life, defended the Tatars and the country, but I could not protect my own daughter.
"in the end,

"I'm not even qualified to help her get revenge myself."

Marquis Zhenxi took Li Junwu away, and Xu Yuan was still sitting on the city gate tower in a daze, overlooking everything in the city.

With his current level of cultivation, he can easily see every corner of this huge city.

He could see that Si Zijing, who was originally half-dead, was now able to get out of bed and handle official business. Although his severed limbs had not been reattached, it did not hinder the ambition of this extraordinary powerful man to make progress.

Zhou Chen was also standing next to them.

During the battle, Xu Yuan didn't pay attention to this guy. He didn't know whether he was pretending to be dead or fighting against the insect swarm.

In addition to these two ambitious high-ranking members of the Black Scale Guard, he saw the female captain Xu Mengxi in a courtyard not far away.

She knelt beside Huang Shiwei's body and muttered something, her eyes were red, as if she had been crying.

Jia Yi, the Desert Goddess, was placed under house arrest by the high-ranking officers of the Zhenxi Army. She had been crying in her room for four days, her emerald green eyes filled with bloodshot.

Xu Yuan hesitated whether to go and meet this goddess, but finally gave up.

When he looked at this woman, he always thought of that idiot.

He is so tired, so let's leave the rest of the things in Ximo to the people sent by his father.

Looking up at the boundless blue sky, Xu Yuan jumped lightly and entered the city which was full of ruins.

He strolled casually, and no one noticed him.

After the gratitude for his own survival passed, the atmosphere of separation between life and death permeated every corner of Zhenxi City.

Halfway through the walk, Xu Yuan suddenly stopped and stared quietly at a two-story inn on the side of the road.

That was the inn where Li Junwu and Jia Yi hid when they first came to Zhenxi Prefecture.

Not destroyed, but the door was shut.

Perhaps subconsciously, he actually wandered here.

He wanted to slip in, but Xu Yuan changed his mind and stopped the impulse.

The old friends have passed away, but we always notice them inadvertently in life. Bits of memories emerge before our eyes, and wisps of emotions spread unconsciously in our heart.

In her previous life, she always believed that friendship was impossible between handsome men and beautiful women.

Li Junwu proved that this was indeed the case, but his facts also proved that the opposite was true.

He never liked Li Junwu.

Or,

This guy hid it so well.

She finally couldn't hide here anymore, but she left before this sentimental bastard fell in love with her.
Women are indeed born actors.

A mere idiot could actually play most of his life so far.

He stood there for a long time, casually cast a spell to send a message to Si Zijing, asking him to purchase the block and preserve all the furnishings inside the inn, then Xu Yuan turned and left.

Perhaps it was because the sight of the things reminded him of someone, as he walked on the streets of Zhenxi City, Xu Yuan felt empty inside.

He suddenly felt that he should have said more to her before Marquis Zhenxi took her away, instead of just hugging her in silence.

But on the other hand, I feel that it is too pitiful and sad to say it only after the person can no longer hear.

Her pity, his misery.

While wandering aimlessly, Xu Yuan walked very far away.

He went to the high-end restaurant where the two of them had dinner.

He went to the Military Hall of Zhenxi Prefecture.

But both places have been destroyed.

After completely covering the two's footprints in the Zhenxi Prefecture Yamen, Xu Yuan walked out of the gate of the Zhenxi Prefecture Yamen and suddenly chuckled, playing with the essence of life and death at his fingertips with a bitter smile.

That woman seemed to have completely disappeared from his side.
finally,
Xu Yuan returned to the city gate tower, only to see someone already waiting for him there.

A white dress fluttering in the wind.

Xu Yuan called softly:
"Uncle."

Feng Jiuxuan casually threw a black box to him:

"I got the gift your grandpa gave you back for you."

After the war, Feng Jiuxuan came, but he seemed not suitable for comforting people. When he comforted his sad sister when he was a child, he always made her cry harder, so after watching for a while from a distance, Feng Jiuxuan prepared to leave and find someone.

But before leaving, Xu Yuan suddenly handed him some of his father's things and asked him to help get them.

Taking the black box containing dozens of Xumi rings, Xu Yuan nodded slightly and asked:

"How soon will we leave for Beijing?"

"."

Feng Jiuxuan glanced at his expressionless nephew and said:
"No rush. You might meet some people on the way back."

After saying that, Feng Jiuxuan disappeared.

While he was wondering, Xu Yuan saw a woman in black wearing an ink-colored hat jumping from the city wall to the top of the city gate tower.

Her clear and beautiful eyes stared at him through the curtain.

Looking at each other for a moment,
Xu Yuan smiled softly as he always did,
"Ran Qingmo, you and I..."

But the words have not yet fallen,

The black hat flew high in the air, and the fragrant breeze filled the air.

The black-robed girl stood on tiptoe and hugged him, her soft hands gently stroking his long hair:

"Xu Yuan, please don't be sad, okay."

"."

In an instant, Xu Yuan felt his breathing was suppressed and difficult. He wanted to hug the girl in front of him with his hands on both sides, but his hands were suspended in mid-air and he was afraid to reach out.

But then Xu Yuan felt the girl's cold hands pulling him around his waist, and then she continued to touch his head with her hands.

Feeling the girl's warm body, Xu Yuan's eyes flickered for a few breaths, then he lowered his eyes, narrowed his eyes, and buried his head in her shoulder, his lips trembling slightly:
".Thank you, sorry"

Ran Qingmo was held by him, standing on tiptoe with her head raised, her beautiful eyes blinking a few times, and after thinking seriously, she said in a clear voice:
"Xu Yuan, the words thank you and sorry are the most worthless things in this world, so don't be sad."

Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment, and his arms around the girl's body tightened, and he laughed with a trembling voice:

"you.
"Why do you all like to imitate my speech so much?"

(End of this chapter)