Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 214 I really can't bear to part with it

The battle at Longding Mountain had just ended, and Lingjizi was already arranging a plan to reinforce Huangquan Valley. The entire Bashu Allied Army camp was on high alert, the Ba people had already set off to enter Qiang City, and the reinforcements from the ancient Shu Kingdom were gathering...

Before the central command tent, Ge Wensong bowed to Lingjizi, his black outer robe sweeping through the snow, his shoulders ramrod straight, yet his fingertips trembled slightly as he received the Qingxin Pill—a familiar sight, a forced composure. When Zi Lingxuan handed him his travel bag, he smiled and said, "Take care, Senior Sister," but his eyes held a hint of tears; when the monk Tongda wore prayer beads on his wrist, his clasped hands tightened…

Anzhi sat under the flagpole outside the central command tent, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the copper lid of the demon-refining gourd. She had already drunk most of the barley wine in the gourd, and the spicy liquid slid down her throat, but she could not suppress the surging emotions in her heart.

The news of Ge Wensong's departure hit her like a boulder, leaving her stunned. From their first encounter in the bamboo forest, to their joint visit to the Golden Summit of Mount Emei, to the image of him shielding her with his body in the snow cave of the sacred mountain, those fragmented moments suddenly became clear. She remembered him always smiling and calling her "Sister Anzhi," remembered his serious profile when practicing swordsmanship, remembered how he would always stubbornly say "I'm fine" whenever he was injured...

It turned out that, without realizing it, this sunny and handsome boy had already taken up residence in Anzhi's heart: "So this is how Kui Ran felt when she liked someone back then." Anzhi murmured softly, his fingertips touching the Demon-Refining Gourd...

Back in Sanqing Mountain, Liu Yulin did it for Ding Tianfeng, Kui Ran for Kang Qing, Ke Dasheng for Luo Ling… Now, looking in the direction of Ge Wensong’s tent in the distance, I finally understand: some feelings can really make people willing to give their lives.

"Sister Anzhi." A familiar voice came from behind. Anzhi turned around sharply and saw Ge Wensong walking out of the tent with his backpack on his back. His black outer robe fluttered in the wind. His hair was neatly combed, and in addition to his sword, he also had a small cloth bag at his waist, which probably contained the array diagrams that the Huangshan Sect Leader wanted.

Not far away, the Crimson Phoenix let out a clear and melodious cry, the flames on its tail feathers reflecting a warm light on the snow, as if urging it on.

An Zhi quickly stood up, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and walked forward with feigned composure. He patted Ge Wensong on the shoulder and asked, "Are you all packed up?" He then handed over the Demon Refining Gourd, his voice slightly hoarse, "Have a drink before you go, warm yourself up."

Ge Wensong took the gourd, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The spicy liquor made his eyes slightly red. Ge Wensong was actually reluctant to part with it. He was reluctant to part with the girl who had fought with him for bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, and he was reluctant to part with his companions who had survived the avalanche with him on the sacred mountain...

“Sister Anzhi,” Ge Wensong suddenly spoke, his tone much more serious than usual, “Come to Huangshan after the Qiang-Ge War is over.” His eyes shone like stars as he began to ramble on about the wonders of Huangshan: “The pines of Huangshan are famous; cultivators absorb the spiritual energy of the pines. There’s also the sea of ​​clouds; when the sun comes out in the morning, it’s a golden expanse, even more beautiful than the rime ice forest of the sacred mountain. Oh, and there are stalls selling osmanthus cakes at the foot of the mountain; they’re sweet but not cloying, you’ll definitely like them…” Ge Wensong spoke earnestly, as if he could already see the two of them standing side by side on the summit of Huangshan.

As Anzhi listened, her eyes gradually welled up with tears. It turned out that he had already planned to take her to see the place where he grew up.

Suddenly, Ge Wensong pulled out a sheepskin map from his waist and handed it to Anzhi. The map was drawn by Wensong himself, and the edges still carried a faint scent of ink. The route from Qiangcheng to Huangshan was marked with cinnabar, and every dangerous place was marked. The most eye-catching thing was that in the middle of the map, four big characters were written with a brush: "Meet at the Summit". Next to it, there was a small pine tree, and two little figures stood under the tree, one holding a sword and the other holding a gourd.

“I am a pine tree atop Mount Huangshan.” Ge Wensong’s voice carried the firmness of a young man as he gently tapped the pine tree with his fingertips. “No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you here. I will never break these four words.” Anzhi gripped the map tightly, her fingertips touching the warm ink marks. Suddenly, she could no longer hold back and reached out to hug him.

Ge Wensong's body stiffened, then he gently hugged her back. The warmth of his palms seeped through her clothes, like a warm current that dispelled all the cold.

Anzhi buried her face in Wensong's shoulder, the faint scent of pine wafting from him. Tears finally streamed down her face, wetting his outer robe.

"Don't cry." Ge Wensong gently patted Anzhi's back, his voice tinged with panic. "Hehe, it's not like I'm not coming back. As soon as I finish dealing with things in Huangshan, I'll come back immediately to help you fight the black python and keep an eye on Tuantuan." He paused, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Speaking of Tuantuan, don't be too anxious. That guy is naturally rebellious. Maybe he'll behave himself once he's had enough. Just let things take their course."

Anzhi nodded, but still couldn't bear to let go. She knew that this parting might be the last time they met. The Qiang-Ge war had reached its climax, the black python was still on the run, and she would have to walk her own path in the future.

“Sister Anzhi.” Ge Wensong pushed her away, his gaze falling on the Demon-Slaying Sword at her waist, his tone becoming solemn: “The Demon-Slaying Sword recognizes you as its master not only because of your bloodline, but also because of your heart. You must remember that you must not only protect Qiang City and the land of Bashu, but also protect your promise to yourself, your promise to Sanqing Mountain, your promise to Tuantuan, and... your promise to me.”

"I will." Anzhi nodded vigorously, but her tears flowed even more fiercely.

Ge Wensong glanced at her one last time, then turned and walked toward the Crimson Phoenix. The phoenix nuzzled his arm affectionately, and he flipped onto its back. Flames rose into the air, gradually transforming into a red light that disappeared into the horizon.

Anzhi stood there, clutching the sheepskin map tightly in his hand. Looking at the words "Meet at the Summit," a sense of anticipation suddenly welled up in his heart.

The wind swirled snowflakes, causing the Shu army flags on the flagpole to flutter. Anzhi touched the demon-slaying sword at her waist; the blade gleamed softly in the sunlight, as if cheering her on.

Anzhi knew that the road ahead might be difficult, but as long as she thought of someone waiting for her on the summit of Huangshan Mountain and the promise on that map, there was no obstacle she couldn't overcome.

"We'll meet at the summit, and I'll never break my promise." Anzhi looked at the two little figures standing under the small pine tree on the map, one holding a sword and the other a gourd, and softly recited these eight words, a smile gradually spreading across his lips.

She turned and walked toward the central command tent, her steps more resolute than ever. She was determined to defend Qiang City, to defend Bashu, and even more so, to uphold this promise. On the day the great war ended, she would personally go to the summit of Huangshan Mountain to see the pine tree that was "waiting for her."