Chapter 331 The Battle of the Mangshi River

Arya grabbed Ma Wan'er's hand and said softly, "Wan'er, I'm sorry, I can't go back to Jiangnan with you." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Ma Wan'er was slightly stunned, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and she was puzzled: "Why is this?"

Arya shook her head slightly, sighed lightly, and said, "Wan'er, I'm not luckier than you, even if you don't do anything, there is a man who works hard for you and holds up an umbrella by your side." As for me, not only do I not have these, but I have to act as a pawn for the forward, and there is no turning back. ā€

Ma Wan'er said: "Aliya, you are ......"

Arya shook her head and didn't answer.

Ma Wan'er looked up at classmate Meng, but saw that the latter also shook her head slightly, signaling her not to ask any further.

Ma Wan'er turned her face, looked at Alia, and said softly: "Arya, since you don't go back to Jiangnan with me, I can't be reluctant, but you are a woman, running outside all the year round, it's not good after all, can there be a fixed place, he misses you every day, and he can also get involved in visiting to relieve his thoughts." ā€

Arya patted her hand, smiled lightly, and said, "Wan'er, although you don't know martial arts, and because of the special environment around you, you can also be said to be half a Jianghu person." We Jianghu people, from the meeting in Pingshui to the heart-to-heart friendship, pay attention to nothing more than the word fate. Just like that, if you didn't have a relationship with the three young people back then, today, it must be a different situation, whether this situation is a blessing or a curse, it still has to be tested by history, but for me personally, it is lucky - at least, there are three less in my life, no longer regrets!"

Her words are extremely gentle, but there is a bit of helplessness and sadness in them, which makes people sigh and sigh.

Ma Wan'er turned her face slightly and looked at classmate Meng, but saw that he had turned his face away, looking at the distant mountains where the dawn was beginning to appear, silently stunned, although she couldn't see his face, she couldn't see the expression on his face, but from the corners of his tight lips, you could interpret the sorrow and hesitation in his heart at the moment.

At this moment, Ma Wan'er almost had the urge to grab classmate Meng and ask him sharply, where did the self-confident Sanshao who didn't bow his head for any predicament go!

However, she also knows deeply that the person or thing that can teach her man to choose to compromise with helplessness must also hurt him deeply!

Silence.

In the morning breeze, there is a faint trace of indescribable sadness.

Alia patted Ma Wan'er's hand and stood up, Ma Wan'er also stood up, the two women held hands, walked up, and walked slowly on the grass quilt that was still shimmering with tears and crystal clear dewdrops.

The fresh and fragrant morning breeze blows, and the hair of the two girls floats gently, constituting a beautiful scenery in the mountains in the early morning.

Alia suddenly said slowly: "Originally, after Sanshao left last night, I planned to sneak away without saying goodbye, but although I got along with Sanshao for a short time, I also knew that he was a person who was strong on the outside and inside, and I was afraid that because I owed him a goodbye, I would be desperate to find me all over the world...... Moreover, I also have my own selfishness, I want to see him for the last time, even if I know that the most heart-wrenching and heroic shortness of life among the eight hardships of life is parting, but I still insisted. ā€

In the recess of the mountains in the distance, a half-round face of the red sun was revealed, and the red morning glow reflected on Alia's delicate face, overflowing with a sad and persistent smile, she said softly: "Sometimes, people are very strange, knowing that some people will be hurt when they touch it, and it will hurt a lot, but they still touch ......."

Ma Wan'er said with emotion: "Yes, for example, I know that Sanshao is poison and the devil, but I still drink it and sink down......"

"At least," said Arya, "at least, you won't regret it. ā€

Ma Wan'er nodded lightly and said, "No regrets." ā€

Arya chuckled lightly and giggled, "Well, you should cherish this devil." ā€

Ma Wan'er replied in a low voice: "Well......"

They whispered as they walked, and occasionally, the faint sound of light laughter drifted in the morning breeze, but it softened the sadness of parting.

As their footsteps kept moving, their figures gradually faded away, and finally, they had disappeared into a mountain col.

Classmate Meng was still standing on the ground in a daze, stunned, and did not catch up.

With the world's skills of classmate Meng's today, not to mention that Ma Wan'er has a peerless master Alia who has been broken after half a month of non-stop double cultivation, and then his merit is not much lower than him, he is already not afraid of any master in the world, even if no one is by her side, within ten miles, he can also sense whether her surrounding environment is safe, and then, using the Buddha's Divine Foot Pass is instantaneous.

After half an hour, Ma Wan'er came back alone.

Her face was a little ugly, sentimental, helpless, lost, and so on. His eyes were slightly red and swollen, and he seemed to have cried.

"She's gone......"

She whispered softly.

Meng didn't say anything, stretched out his arms and hugged her into his arms, tightly, as if, at this moment, he hugged not just one person, but, encompassing the whole of his life.

Those who are gone can't be kept, and those who are retained should be cherished.

"Sanshao, will we go home now?"

"Well, but there's one last thing to do before we leave. ā€

"What's the matter?"

Meng looked up into the distance and said, "They seem to be in trouble." ā€

"They?" Ma Wan'er was slightly stunned, as if she understood something, "Where are they encountering the enemy?"

Meng muttered: "Near the Mangshi River. ā€

At noon on this day, under the leadership of General Qin Changtian, Wanhu Hudu, and Qianhu Ahe, the elite of the 700 Yuan Army passed through the jungle and ran mightily on a relatively spacious valley.

Two hundred infantry, five hundred cavalry, neat steps, full of energy, really worthy of an elite army.