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Chapter 134 That song is so sad (please subscribe)

Watching Chen Yuan leave, Ling Yinrong's face was bitter.

She knew her situation and was almost at the end of her rope.

Originally, she was seriously injured and had not recovered yet. Although her injuries recovered a little after a short period of treatment, she had forced herself to use the Supreme Demon Subduing Technique in the previous battle, which made her injuries even more serious and had already damaged the foundation.

Until now, the meridians in the body have been cut, and the true essence has been exhausted. Even if he can use the sword intent, it is like rootless water and cannot last for too long.

Ling Yin looked at the dark and empty forest in a daze, recalling the time she had spent with Chen Yuan, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She could see that Chen Yuan, the successor of the ultimate sword, was different from the other successors of the ultimate sword she knew.

It is hard to imagine how Chen Yuan, who experienced darkness since childhood, kept light and hope in his heart and how he persisted until now.

Even after being chased and intercepted by the Nanman Sect and betrayed and hurt by Lu Zhao, Chen Yuan did not collapse, and his sword spirit remained high.

This is rare.

Thinking of Chen Yuan's figure, Ling Yinrong's smile couldn't help but brighten.

It has been fifteen years since she came down the mountain to travel.

Except for the initial period when she was accompanied by Lu Cheng, she later traveled alone, from north to south and from east to west, and saw the entire Wei Dynasty.

But no one could make her heart beat as much as Chen Yuan did. She felt joy and heartache, but no regrets.

"If I can get through this, I want to take him back to the mountain."

"When Master finds out, he will be very happy, right?"

Ling Yinrong thought so, but when she thought of another thing, she felt uncomfortable.

She suddenly remembered that Chen Yuan was Chen Yi's elder brother.

"Ah, I wonder what Junior Brother Chen would think if he saw us like that?"

When Ling Yinrong thought of that scene, she felt shy but also a little expectant.

She thought that Junior Brother Chen Yi's expression at that time must have been very interesting.

And Chen Yuan, he would probably be like a child who has not grown up, grinning foolishly at the embarrassing scene.

Ling Yinrong smiled foolishly and didn't even notice that Chen Yuan came back.

"Senior Sister, are you laughing?" Chen Yuan asked suspiciously.

"I want you to take care of it!"

Ling Yinrong paused, her face was weak but a little red, but it was because of the injuries on her body, and there was a hint of pain in her smile.

Fortunately, the forest was dark and Chen Yuan did not notice anything. He took out a wild fruit, wiped it, and carefully fed it to her.

Ling Yinrong glanced at him and ate a few bites while enduring the pain.

"very sour."

"Is it sour?" Chen Yuan took a bite and frowned because of the sourness. "I'm sorry, I, I can't find anything else to eat."

Ling Yinrong smiled, struggled to grab the wild fruit and stuffed it into her mouth.

"It's okay, I like sour food."

However, while she said this, she swallowed the wild fruit directly and did not dare to bite it open.

The fruit was so sour that her teeth were about to fall out.

Chen Yuan stared at her in a daze, feeling a little flutter in his heart.

He didn't know what the feeling was, he just felt a warm current flowing through his body.

Even in the dark and damp forest, he still saw a ray of light that made him feel warm.

"Sister..."

Ling Yinrong saw his eyes, tried to make herself look more natural, and asked:

"What? I ate the fruit you picked, and you want to charge me?"

"No, no."

Chen Yuan laughed dryly twice, then turned around and carried her on his back.

"Senior sister, it's not safe here yet, let's continue on our way."

"Okay. But you have to be careful. Don't just escape from the Southern Barbarians and end up in a demon den again."

"Won't……"

"Just a reminder."

Ling Yinrong lay on his broad shoulders, smiling and looking gentle, and said:

"Chen Yuan, if we encounter danger again later, you will put me down and run away quickly, understand?"

Chen Yuan paused, then continued walking forward.

"will not!"

The firm voice reached Ling Yinrong's ears, making her hug him tighter. She silently called him "fool" in her heart, but did not try to persuade him anymore.

After a while.

Ling Yinrong felt cold, "It's so quiet, can you sing a song?"

"……meeting."

Chen Yuan didn't know whether the song he had been singing for more than ten years could be considered a tune, but that didn't stop him from revealing his identity as an actor.

"Come on, come on, let Senior Sister listen."

"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are……"

The simple melody echoed in the dense forest, and the rustling sound of the wind around him seemed like an accompaniment, but it gradually calmed Chen Yuan's heart.

Even an inexplicable thought emerged in his mind - how nice it would be if he could continue walking with his senior sister like this!

this moment.

He forgot the betrayal he had just experienced, the anger and resentment he felt towards his grandfather, and the erosion of the sword's intent.

"Hahaha, hey," Ling Yinrong laughed so hard that her wound was pulled after listening to the song, and grinned, "What kind of song is this? The tune is so weird."

Chen Yuan showed a rare shy look on his face, "I don't know either. My second brother taught me when I was a child."

"He said that people from two different places are under the same sky. Even if they can't see each other, as long as they can still see the stars, it means they are not far away from each other."

Ling Yinrong looked strange, "Hey? Why did he say that?"

Chen Yuan's face was slightly hot: "Because I missed my father at that time. He had just gone north to guard the border..."

Ling Yinrong suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Tell me about Chen Yi? Although I have never met him, he sounds like a very interesting person."

"Okay."

Then Chen Yuan began to talk incessantly, mostly about what happened after his mother Zhou Wanyi became pregnant.

The two of them received instruction from the teachers together, and Chen Yi was always the one who listened most attentively and also supervised his studies.

The two of them built their foundation together, and he continued to soak in the medicinal bath for a month, while Chen Yi only did it for half a month.

At the end, Chen Yuan remembered that Chen Yi and Lin Xueru were engaged when they were young, and couldn't help but smile:

"At that time, my second brother was engaged to the daughter of Duke Xing. When I asked him about it at first, he said that marriage was troublesome and he didn't want to get engaged."

"He also told me that getting engaged was like finding an ancestor for me, and I had to give in to her in every way."

"Whatever she says is what it means. If you are told to go east, you cannot go west."

Ling Yinrong smiled and asked, "Ah? Did he really say that?"

"Yes, but when I asked him why he agreed to the engagement, he said that there are many benefits to being engaged, someone will warm his bed for him, and he can do whatever he is asked to do..."

The smile on Ling Yinrong's face disappeared, and she gritted her teeth and said, "What he said is inconsistent, isn't it?"

It seems that Junior Brother Chen Yi has always bullied Chen Yuan when he was a child, huh!
"Seems to be,"

Chen Yuan reacted, but he remembered the following paragraph and continued:
"But later on I also wanted to find someone to get engaged to, but he asked me to become a man of my own stature first."

"He also said that the 'Dakong Buddha' asked him to save the world and not go to hell."

"Senior sister, do you think what my second brother said is right?"

Ling Yinrong pondered for a moment and nodded vigorously.

"I think Junior Brother Chen Yi is right."

Before a child can get engaged, he must first become a man of his own standing.

Chen Yuan smiled, he knew that his second brother would not lie to him.

"Yeah, there are other things..."

The two walked from dusk till late at night, all the way to the depths of the dense forest, talking and laughing, all around them was an eerie, dead silence.

Not only was there no trace of any demonic aura, but one could also vaguely sense a hint of murderous aura.

Chen Yuan paused, the sword intent spread twenty miles, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Think for a moment.

He said with a relaxed look: "Senior Sister, let's rest here tonight."

"Yeah." Ling Yinrong nodded slightly.

Chen Yuan did not hesitate. Just like before, he randomly found a huge tree.

After hollowing out a tree trunk high up, Ling Yinrong was properly placed inside.

"Sister, you take a rest here for a while. I'll go look around and see if I can find some herbs."

"Well, go and come back quickly."

Ling Yinrong didn't suspect anything and leaned quietly in the tree hole with her eyes closed.

Her injuries were too severe, and it was already her limit for her to hold out for so long. Now that she relaxed, she only felt a wave of fatigue coming over her.

She didn't even notice that Chen Yuan had covered the outside of the cave with a layer of bark.

Chen Yuan carefully covered up all traces, cleared away the surrounding aura and walked in another direction.

Only after they walked a little further away did he turn around and look at the tree where Ling Yinrong was, with a smile on his face.

"Senior sister, you must be safe."

After he finished speaking, Chen Yuan suddenly dodged and ran away.

Until this moment, several tall barbarians who were chasing him from behind finally showed up, roaring and chasing after him.

The leader was a shaman wearing a bronze ferocious mask, who was five meters tall. He was waving a three-meter-long golden mace in his hand and staring at Chen Yuan.

"Sa-Wei people, you can't run away!"

"Woo!"

The whistling sound of the explosion broke the silence of the dense forest and woke up Ling Yinrong who had just fallen asleep.

She opened her eyes and looked at the dark tree hole, having a bad feeling in her heart.

After listening for a moment, she pushed aside the tree bark blocking the outside and looked into the distance.

"die!"

The barbarian's furious roar, accompanied by a brilliant flash of a sword, burst out in the distance, illuminating the dense forest.

Faintly, it seemed as if there was a demon roaring in the distance.

Ling Yinrong didn't care about the injuries on her body and struggled to move over there. The wound that had just healed was torn again, and drops of blood dripped onto the grass.

But she ignored him and stumbled but determinedly walked towards where Chen Yuan was.

However, before she got closer, the sound stopped.

Ling Yinrong's anxiety prompted her to forcefully activate the Supreme Demon Subduing Technique, and she dodged past without caring about her broken meridians.

The originally lush mountains and trees had turned into a mess, and there were voiceless barbarians everywhere.

Thick limbs, heads, flesh and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and the blood was shining in the moonlight without any cover, turning it into a deep red. "Chen Yuan, where are you..."

Ling Yinrong glanced at them one by one, her steps becoming more and more hurried, and she kept moving back and forth to search.

Until she saw a figure leaning against a tree with a long sword, she hurried over.

"Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan, wake up!"

At this moment, Chen Yuan was covered in wounds. He was hit by an arrow in the chest and his limbs were covered with wounds so deep that the bones were visible.

But the most deadly thing was the bloodstain between his chest and abdomen—a palm, emitting thick blood energy, constantly eroding his body!

Ling Yinrong looked at Chen Yuan, who was still silent, with anxiety on her face.

After thinking for a moment, she hurriedly ran to the barbarian's body and searched through it. Soon she found some healing pills on the shaman.

Ling Yinrong gave the pill a quick check and then fed it to Chen Yuan, and even used her true energy again to help the pill take effect.

After being busy for a long time, Chen Yuan slowly woke up.

He leaned against the tree, took a moment to see Ling's voice and appearance clearly, then forced a smile and said, "Senior Sister, see if those barbarians have any healing pills."

Ling Yinrong cried with joy, her tearful face looked so beautiful. She threw herself on Chen Yuan, crying and laughing.

"You noticed that there were barbarians chasing you, why didn't you leave?"

"It's so dangerous. You know you're only an inch away from death!"

Chen Yuan looked at the woman in his arms, listened to her complaints, and felt indescribably happy in his heart.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling, but he knew that they were both thinking about each other at that moment.

After a while, Ling Yinrong also took a pill to recover from her physical injuries.

The two of them supported each other and left here.

"If you do that again, I will ignore you!"

Ling Yinrong couldn't think of a more appropriate threat, so she spoke in a pale tone.

But to Chen Yuan, it sounded like an imperial decree. He smiled and turned his head to look at her and said, "Senior Sister, I promise I won't..."

Just then, a sudden whistling sound interrupted his words.

Spots of blood stained his face - a spear pierced Ling Yinrong's chest, and blood slowly dripped from the sharp spear.

Chen Yuan's eyes were red with anger, "No!!"

The next moment, a huge force blasted the two men away, and they only stopped when they hit a tree.

Chen Yuan didn't care about anything else. He suddenly got up, crawled to Ling Yinrong, picked her up, and looked at the spear helplessly.

Ling Yinrong's smile froze, blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, and she kept coughing, but she was patting Chen Yuan with her hands.

"Let's go... ahem, let's go..."

"Sister, you will be fine, no..."

Although he said this, Chen Yuan's heart was filled with great sorrow.

"Quick, let's go!"

Ling Yinrong pushed him a few times, but became increasingly powerless.

Especially when two barbarians wearing silver-white masks appeared in her sight, her face became even more gloomy.

"Wei people, die!"

"You guys can't get away!"

The people who came were actually two great shamans of the Southern Barbarian Religion. They surrounded Chen Yuanling's voice and appearance from the front and the back, roaring, and stared at them with eyes as big as copper bells.

However, Chen Yuan didn't even look at them, still staring at Ling Yinrong.

He is not afraid of death and has experienced countless life-and-death crises.

What he was afraid of was that Ling Yinrong would die here.

After a moment, Chen Yuan calmed down, and holding the dying Ling Yinrong, he whispered:

"Senior sister, I will take you away from here."

Ling Yinrong looked at Chen Yuan, reached out and wiped his face, smiled and comforted him:
"Chen Yuan, Senior Sister hopes that you can live well..."

"Let's live together!" Chen Yuan said firmly.

Ling Yinrong shook her head and looked at him gently, with a smile in her eyes but also a hint of crystal tears.

Her prayers were not answered after all, and she could no longer take Chen Yuan back to Jianfeng Mountain.

The two of them spent a lot of time together during this period, and Ling Yinrong knew that Chen Yuan had been working hard to change the sword intent of Juedao.

Sometimes, she could even feel Chen Yuan’s inner pain, as if there was a demon hidden deep in his heart, eroding his mind all the time.

He was trying to turn the ruthless sword into a compassionate sword.

Ling Yinrong saw all this and hoped in her heart that he would succeed.

But now, two great shamans of the Nanman Religion blocked their way.

Ling Yinrong knew that she could not survive, but Chen Yuan could!
Thinking of this, she used up her last bit of strength and rammed headfirst into the Wanjun Sword held in Chen Yuan's hand.

Chen Yuan, don't blame Senior Sister...

Senior sister just hopes that you can live well...

The next moment, the cold wind stopped completely and the entire dense forest became silent.

Chen Yuan stared at Ling Yinrong in a daze, letting the blood spill on his face.

The blood was scalding hot, yet it made him feel as if he was falling into an icy cave.

Despair and silence, as if the whole world had quieted down, but a crazy laugh suddenly rang out.

"Hee, hahahaha... poor coward, how is it?"

Little Chen Yuan had a sinister look on his face, but also a smile of surprise. He laughed out loud and looked at the dazed Chen Yuan mockingly.

"Power, power, only the ruthless sword can make you strong!"

"Everything you've been insisting on is wrong!"

Little Chen Yi on the other side appeared quietly, walked over singing the nursery rhyme loudly, and looked at Chen Yuan.

"twinkle Twinkle Little Star……"

I don’t know how much time has passed, it seemed like just a moment, but also like thousands of years.

Chen Yuan, kneeling in the darkness, said with a sad smile:

"Second brother, this song is so sad."

He gave up.

Long-term pain and suffering are nothing.

He was also aware of Lu Zhao's betrayal and Zhou Tiance's plan.

But Chen Yuan couldn't accept Ling Yinrong's death in front of him, and what made him even more devastated was that she died under a powerful sword.

In the shadows, little Chen Yi stopped singing, as if he wanted to say something, but he was swallowed up by the rising darkness around him, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, little Chen Yuan laughed even more wildly and happily, walked towards Chen Yuan step by step, and stretched out his hand.

"Come, let me teach you what a ruthless sword is!"

Chen Yuan looked at the little hand, and the image of the deceased Ling Yin appeared in his mind. The last struggle on his face faded away.

"you win."

After that, a big hand held the small hand.

Chen Yuan felt hopeless and gave up resisting, letting the power of the sword consume his mind.

……

The change in his mind took only a moment, and Chen Yuan in the outside world was still holding Ling Yinrong's body, motionless.

The two great shamans of the Nanman Religion looked at Chen Yuan, who seemed to have lost his voice, and looked at each other.

kill!

The two great shamans made up their minds and showed no mercy.

Blood marks appeared on the two tall bodies, and the bloody shadows of a monkey and a crane appeared behind them.

Fists and kicks punched out!

Just at this moment, a dazzling sword light appeared.

——The gray-white blade light exuded a cold chill, as if it was carrying all the sadness in the world and cutting through the sky.

The two great shamans wearing silver-white masks had horrified looks in their eyes. They suddenly stopped charging and switched from attack to defense.

A huge blood shadow behind him loomed in front of him.

The crane-shaped blood shadow flapped its huge wings to protect a great shaman.

However, the blood shadow of the ape demon behind the other great shaman roared towards the sky, condensing the demonic energy and blood seal into substance, forming a thick shield.

However, their resistance was still in vain. The gray-white sword light flashed across the two of them in an instant, stretching for dozens of miles.

For a moment, the earth seemed to be cut open and torn apart with a loud bang, revealing a huge bottomless valley.

At the same time, a grayish-white trace appeared in the night sky, echoing the silvery-white moonlight.

But not long after, the gray and white marks slowly disappeared.

Instead, there was a thick dark cloud, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and heavy rain fell.

Click, click.

The silver-white masks on the faces of the two great shamans broke into two pieces and slid off, revealing two rough and weathered faces of barbarians.

"Wei people are good at swordsmanship."

"The sword intent is perfect..."

Before he finished his words, the two figures turned into four and fell to the ground with a bang.

Chen Yuan watched them fall and wiped the blood off the Wanjun Knife on their bodies.

At this moment, the true energy in his body was exhausted, but it was recovering rapidly as if he were reborn.

Afterwards, the Wanjun Sword was sheathed, and Chen Yuan looked at Ling Yinrong at his feet with a cold expression.

I watched it for a long time.

Chen Yuan curled his lips, then he picked up Ling Yinrong, walked to the edge of the cracked valley, and threw her in without hesitation.

Chen Yuan's eyes were fixed on the figure until she disappeared into the endless darkness.

The cracked ground seemed to have received some kind of command and closed up again with a rumble, leaving only a shallow trace.

Everything calmed down, and Chen Yuan's mouth curled up. He raised his hand and pulled a huge tree, and his fingers cut on it quickly like a knife.

A moment later, a three-meter-tall tombstone was inserted into the ground.

The bodies of the two great shamans of the Nanman religion were hung on the tombstone, stained red with blood, and two lines of words were faintly visible.

"The Tomb of Ling Yinrong——"

After doing all this, Chen Yuan grinned, picked up the Wanjun Sword and turned to leave.

"Since you helped me master the art of swordsmanship, I will leave your body intact."

However, two bloody tears rolled down his eyes.

An insoluble sadness spread throughout the dense forest, causing the demons to howl and cry.

It was as if he was mourning and bidding farewell to a loved one.

"Sister Ling, this is just a small gift. You're welcome..."

(End of this chapter)