The night is silent, and the moon is clear. There was a light sound of water, the sound of a woman's soft water gently touching the water. The water flows from both sides around the isolated land, as if it were an island in the sea.

Huo Wuxian sat on the bluestone by the river and watched from afar, watching Mei Wanchen send the folded paper boats into the water.

Although the paper boat is white, small colorful candles are lit on it, and from near to far, the candlelight is connected into a series of colorful lines, outlining the outline of the river in the fog forest. The flying insects in the forest are attracted by the light and shadow, and they all chirp in rhythmic songs like singing. At night, the little beasts in the forest poked their heads out of the blades of grass and stared curiously at the boats in the distance, and some even chased them along the river, running to the unknown distance in the darkness.

If you look closely by candlelight, you will find that the tadpole-like words written on the boat are all short sentences of prayer and blessing, which Mei Wanchen copied for her parents. The paper boat goes down the river, representing the blessing to the loved ones on the other side of the river.

After all the paper boats were released, Mei Wanchen took out a square food box made of bamboo boards, which contained shortbread filled with red, green and black bean paste, as well as lumpy halva made of peanuts, almonds and walnuts, soft persimmon cakes, crispy sesame balls, and slightly sour hawthorn cakes. The teapot is boiled on a simple stone stove, and the water is drawn from the river, and the boiling heat spews out of the spout to dispel the cool air of the night.

Mei Wanchen wrapped the handle of the pot with a square handkerchief embroidered with plum blossoms, and poured the fragrant tea into the four teacups placed side by side.

"Let's have a cup of tea from our Fog Forest." Mei Wanchen smiled and stretched out her hand to beckon Huo Wuxian to come to her side.

In this situation, in the face of such a gentle person, Huo Wuxian was a little restrained. He stepped barefoot into the water, and the cold touch made him shiver. Sitting cross-legged beside Mei Wanchen, she picked up the teacup and savored the casual fragrance of tea like a breeze.

After drinking a glass, the aroma still lingers on the tip of the tongue. Mei Wanchen took out a six-hole bamboo flute, and her white fingertips gently pressed on it, and with her breathing, the fragrance of tea seemed to penetrate into the bamboo flute, making up an intoxicating tune under the bright moonlit night.

Huo Wuxian listened silently, and the sound didn't seem to enter his body from his ears, as if it was as pervasive as air. The peculiar style of music is just right for the mystery of the night, there is no excitement and joy, there is no poignant sorrow, just flowing quietly like the river in front of you, always maintaining a gentle melody.

Finally, the song was stopped. Mei Wanchen put down the bamboo flute and looked at the dark distance, but it made people feel that she was staring at something that was not visible to the naked eye, but felt with her heart.

Huo Wuxian on the side couldn't bear to disturb her, and only stared at her fair side face silently. In the moonlight, the smooth skin seemed to be completely transparent, and the existence of her mind could be seen through the naked eye.

However, at this time, Mei Wanchen's eyes lowered slightly, staring at the water surface of the reflected moonlight, her red lips opened lightly, and she sang a soothing song, "Fame and fortune are light in life, and you don't allow yourself to know your body." It's not my intention to talk and laugh, but I can't help each other. Although there are dreams of heaven and man, there is no knowledge of Bole. Dreams are proud, and the remnants of life are only self-aware. ”

"What's the name of this song? I also heard a lot when I was in the imperial capital, but I have never heard such a paragraph. ”

Mei Wanchen put the bamboo flute flat on her knees, bowed her head slightly to Huo Wuxian in front of her, and responded: "I'm sorry, this piece was composed by my father, and it has never been named, and the style is a little sad, which makes your mood also affected." ”

Huo Wuxian hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no, I just think this lyrics and music are very peculiar, and they are completely different from the styles I have heard before." ”

Mei Wanchen immediately showed an excited smile and nodded in agreement, "It's great that you can think so." If my father hears this, he will be very happy. ”

"Your father was a musician?"

"Hehe......" Mei Wanchen covered her lips and laughed, "How can you be a musician, it's just that you don't like to compose some lyrics and songs by yourself." ”

"Your father's hobbies are really extensive! It's raising monkeys again, and writing lyrics and songs, it's good to live such a quiet and quiet life in this foggy forest. Huo Wuxian also remembered his father when he said this, so he suddenly changed the topic and asked, "By the way, how can I get out of the fog forest?" ”

Mei Wanchen added tea for him, "I grew up in the fog forest since I was a child and never went out, but Shi Xue often runs around greedily, maybe you can go out with him." ”

"The monkey?" Huo Wuxian showed a disappointed look, not to mention whether the old ape recognized the way or not, it was extremely difficult to just get it to cooperate with him.

Mei Wanchen's eyes showed a look of worry, and said, "Your injuries have not fully recovered, so let's wait a little longer." She also has her own purpose in saying this, living alone in the mountains and forests, it is inevitable that she will want to communicate with others and share her feelings with each other. Besides, she was a young girl, the first time she had contact with someone of the opposite sex who was the same age as herself, and through the time she got along these days, she completely regarded Huo Wuxian as a bosom friend, and she didn't want him to leave at all in her heart.

"I don't have time to delay here any longer. I don't know anything about the outside world after that war, I have lost my second brother, and I can't even lose my father. Yes, and the eldest brother, we must let him know the whole situation, and let him send troops to rescue him as soon as possible. Huo Wuxian's tone was obviously heavier when he said these words, and a helpless sense of self-blame occupied his brain.

Mei Wanchen didn't say anything more, just silently picked up the bamboo flute and played a poignant melody.

In the spring and March of the twenty-first year of Tianpu, Huo Mengsheng led an army of 100,000 to fight with the Hewei army in Feidi.

The white clouds floating in the sky are connected, and the buoyancy boats break through the clouds, shuttling unscrupulously under the sun. In the distance of the land, the chariots transformed by the Imperial Car moved forward side by side, forming an iron wall that was difficult to break through. The flashes of the Soul Stone Heat Beam Cannon appeared frequently, and in the face of such powerful firepower, the Crane Wei Army was as useless as a mountain forest devastated by fire.

Huo Mengsheng personally led the cavalry team to charge forward, he was dressed in silver armor, a silver-maned white horse on his crotch, and held a coiled dragon steel spear, from which he killed dozens of Hewei soldiers as if he had entered a no-man's land. He raised his spear aloft, and the standard-bearer beside him immediately shook the flag desperately. In an instant, the beam shot from the soul stone heat beam cannon hit the giant elephant chariot that the Crane Wei King was riding, and the frightened white elephant raised its proboscis and let out a horn-like exclamation, and many soldiers on the chariot could not withstand the violent tremors, and fell from the sky one after another, and the flesh and blood trampled by the elephant's feet were blurred.

Huo Mengsheng drove his horse to the front, the head of the coiled dragon steel spear was a little on the ground, and the whole person jumped up from the horse's back, like a bird with wings, and boarded the giant chariot with dexterous movements.

The space on the chariot is cramped, and it is inevitably inconvenient to use a spear. So he tied the barrel of his spear behind him with a red rope, tied it around his waist, and slew the enemy with a sharp sword in his hand. The chariot has three floors, and he is in the middle of the second floor, due to the impact of the soul stone heat beam cannon, part of the structure of the chariot has been destroyed, and the wooden roof that continues to collapse reveals broken spikes, and the sound of cannon fire in the distance can make it shake slightly. The surviving gunners inside the chariot lunged at him like wolves, making a final stand for their own survival, the smell of blood and screams filling the narrow aisles, like the grim reaper grinning.

Ascending the stairs to the top of the chariot, Chen Huifeng was already waiting there, and the nine-tailed fire fox stretched its beautiful flame tail, like a gorgeous blooming demonic flower.

Huo Mengsheng's footsteps did not stop, as if the person in front of him did not exist at all. Chen Huifeng held the white-handled sword in his hand to block the way and asked, "You are Huo Yiben's eldest son, right?" Sure enough, as heroic as your father, but unfortunately you weren't there when he died. ”

The sword flashed, and Huo Mengsheng had already refuted the other party with his actions. The swordsmanship of the two has its own merits, one is like a dragon in the sky with its teeth and claws, and the other is like a fierce and abnormal sea. Between swords and swords, what you earn is your death and my death; When you come and go, you take away the faithfulness and the bare guts.

Huo Mengsheng's sword was different in weight at the moment, with a kind of irrepressible anger, only attacking but not receiving, only advancing and not retreating, completely as crazy as the instinct of a beast. Chen Huifeng gradually lost the upper hand, so he manipulated the nine-tailed fire fox to sneak attack from behind. Huo Mengsheng only stepped forward and stabbed Chen Huifeng in the left shoulder with a sword, and at the same time, his own back was also hit by the fox tail, and the two of them came to the top of the chariot as soon as they advanced and retreated.

King Hewei rested his palms on his knees and sat on the golden throne, and on either side of him stood Xiao Yu and Ximen Qingfeng. Seeing that Huo Mengsheng and Chen Huifeng were entangled together, Ximen Qingfeng stepped forward and wanted to help, but was stopped by King Hewei.

The sword blades collided with each other and made a clanging sound, Chen Huifeng suddenly felt a tearing pain from the wound on his left shoulder, and as soon as the strength of his palm was slightly relaxed, Huo Mengsheng cut off his left hand and kicked him to the ground again.

Huo Mengsheng reached out again to untie the red rope tied around his waist, and the coiling dragon steel spear turned upside down in his palm, piercing Chen Huifeng's throat with one shot, not even giving the other party a chance to resist.

Seeing this, Ximen Qingfeng stepped forward, stared at Huo Mengsheng's eyes and said, "Is it to avenge your father that you are so aggressive?" It's as pitiful as a little tiger who has lost its parents. ”

Huo Mengsheng's eyes did not have an inexhaustible fire, but a kind of cold that froze and cracked the bone marrow. It's like endless darkness that brings mystery and fear, a resentment that has no end in sight, like an abyss and hell.

Just as the confrontation between the two collided with sparks that were about to ignite, King Hewei, who was sitting on the golden seat, spoke: "Don't stop him, you push him aside." ”

Ximen Qingfeng snorted coldly, stared at Huo Mengsheng and mocked: "Actually, I really want to kill you with my own hands, just like when I killed your father." "There was not only pure hostility in his gaze, but also something elusive, aggressive, cold-blooded, or crazy.

Without any obstacles, Huo Mengsheng rushed straight towards King Hewei, but after the tip of the coiling dragon steel spear slashed through the air, it was frozen in a position of only a millimeter in front of King Hewei.

Huo Mengsheng's eyes widened, staring at King Hewei with an incredible expression, his rapid breathing made his face tremble slightly, and the rapid beating of his heart was as frequent as the pain coming from his back.

At this time, King Hewei had already taken off the Rakshasa ghost face he was wearing, and the face that appeared under it was actually the Minister of State, Ban Pinren.