Chapter 884: Chapter 523: Qian’er 1,000 Li, Ziyu 100 Li_2
In just a few breaths, it will be completed.
Originally, Zhao Qian’er, whose gaze was filled with despair, seemed to have noticed the peculiarities on the field. Yet, at this moment, she was relieved instead of worried because she saw that Brother Rong seemed to have finally realized these things as well.
There is still time, still time to be taken away by the ink-colored woman who resembles Mr. Zhu!
“Mmm, mmm, mmm…” Hurry up and go.
Little Qian’er couldn’t make a sound, and her mouth mumbled.
Her flushed eyes, resembling peach blossoms, opened wide, with joyful tears flowing down. But in those misty teary eyes, besides the gladness and relief that he could live…
…there was also the sorrow of never seeing him again, and a bit of fear and terror for the grim and frightening fate that awaited her being left behind.
Is she not afraid of death? Is she not afraid of death? How could she not be afraid of death…
Just at the moment when the atmosphere in the courtyard was extremely tense, Zhu Yourong, made of a patch of ink color, suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Rong’s right hand.
A message that had been left from very early on was transmitted along the ink characters in Zhao Rong’s palm, quickly passing to the outside of Zhao Rong’s heart lake, ‘knocking on the door.’
It was ‘received’ by the sword spirit inside the heart lake with keen ‘openness.’
In an instant, it exclaimed in surprise:
“A thousand miles, Ziyu, a thousand miles! This is the backup plan Zhu Yourong arranged for you! One stroke can make you leap a hundred miles in any direction in half a breath, two characters, ten strokes, allowing you to leap a thousand miles continuously, just enough to escape the old beast’s energy lock.”
Zhao Rong took a deep breath, looked down at the two life-saving characters in his palm, and murmured.
“Just enough… is it enough.”
The urging spirit pressed, “A gentleman takes revenge, even after ten years, it’s not too late. You hurry and pick a direction, let’s flee! I suggest heading north, leaving the Sacrificial Moon Mountain, let’s not go seek out the Du Gu clan, there might be more enemies there…”
Zhao Rong nodded in agreement.
He tugged at the sleeve of the quiet woman in scholarly attire, who was raising her head and looking around.
She lowered her head and looked at him.
Her face was blurred.
The young Confucian scholar also looked at her calmly and held her hand tighter.
He gently nodded.
As though reaching some agreement.
Right in this critical moment.
The disfigured old Confucian suddenly stopped, his eyebrows, singed, furrowed for the first time today.
The old man seemed to sense that this ‘accident’ was really going to become an accident.
About to happen, hard to stop!
Qin Jianfu suddenly stepped back, ceasing the final array arrangement.
He waved his hand, nodded smilingly, “Well then, let the girl go find your green-clothed attendant, we won’t harm her now.”
Saying this, the old man glanced at the hands of the blurred-faced scholarly woman and the young scholar, which were clasped together.
Zhao Rong remained silent, his tall figure seemed to be infected with the ink color of the woman beside him, also becoming faintly blurred.
As if about to disappear in the next second.
The old man saw this and looked down at the graceful girl lying on the ground.
At this moment, intentionally or otherwise.
“Mmm, mmm, waah… Brother Rong, just go, don’t listen to this bad guy, quickly go with her!”
Zhao Qian’er’s sealed mouth was unblocked.
The charming young girl, who fell face down in the dust, unable to move her body, thus raised her head with effort, her eyes hazy with tears. Her gaze pierced through the cloth shoes of the hunchbacked old man in front of her, longing to see the figure and appearance of the young scholar once more under the sun bestowed by the autumn and bamboo forest.
She cried and laughed, desperately shouting with a hoarse voice.
“Mmm, mmm, Brother Rong, don’t hesitate, or you’ll fall into his trap, this is a good opportunity, go quickly, find Uncle Xiao Bai… find Miss… find Mr. Zhu…”
Qin Jianfu heard her words, his expression unchanged, quietly pressed down the corners of his mouth that wanted to bend—this was just the effect he wanted.
Some sword spirit also saw through this clever plot, gently reminding, “Zhao Rong, don’t hesitate…”
Zhao Rong nodded.
The whole time he didn’t look at Zhao Qian’er or Qin Jianfu.
His eyes remained calmly fixed on the face of the scholarly woman in front of him, which was shrouded in ink.
As though he could see through the inky blur and glimpse her furrowed expression at that moment.
The scholarly woman shook her head.
The young scholar holding her hand nodded.
The scholarly woman quietly looked at him once more, then turned away.
Then.
Inside the small bamboo courtyard.
The ink-colored scholarly woman’s figure disappeared.
A girl who was laughing and crying at the same time, filled with both happiness and sorrow, disappeared.
In half a breath, a hundred miles.
The young scholar lowered his head, glanced at his right hand now empty once more, the two ink characters in his palm, the ten elegant strokes left by a certain scholarly woman, were fading away one by one.
In just five breaths.
The two characters in his palm thoroughly extinguished.
Far, far away, a pretty young girl, dumbstruck and looking around, broke free from Qin Jianfu’s energy lock.
The bamboo courtyard regained its tranquillity.
The disfigured old Confucian turned his head, looking rather surprised at the direction towards the north.
Zhang Huizhi, who had remained silent and watched from the sidelines, glanced sideways at the man who not long ago was drinking and laughing without a care for his loved one.
The young Confucian scholar, who stayed under Qin Jianfu’s watchful eye, gently nodded, and earnestly said to the retreating spirit, “I didn’t hesitate.”