Chapter 1047 Wuyou is getting more and more wicked

The smooth movements of the two horses surprised Song Chunxue.

She also wanted to know why.

Although she had raised many livestock, this was the first time she had ever seen one so obedient.

What's more, we've only known this spirited horse for less than a day, how come it's so intelligent?

【What else could it be? Of course, it's because this handsome, dashing, and omnipotent sword immortal can communicate with them.】

A carefree, arrogant, and smug voice came from behind.

Your understanding of artifact spirits is too narrow. We are also products of nature, powerful souls formed from the convergence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, far more powerful than you mortal beings.

Do you want to know how this fiery chestnut horse feels about you, Master Song?

What?

How could Wuyou possibly know how Ma evaluated her?

Is this thing messing with her, treating her like a monkey?

[I don't want to know who's ahead. Please figure out the situation. Lord Xie and the others' safety is the most important thing.]

[Don't worry, Lord Xie is alright, but those people ahead... we really should rush them. They're actually buying and selling women and children!]

"call out!"

The next moment, Wuyou shot out like a sharp arrow.

【etc……】

"Don't come out, stay hidden." Wuyou stopped Song Chunxue. "These beasts, I'm afraid the sight of them chopping you up will scare you."

Zhou Huai was about to get up to investigate the situation when Song Chunxue stopped him.

From that direction came shrill cries and pleas for mercy, along with the terrified screams of women and the cries of children. Soon, the smell of blood filled the air.

You can come over now and bury this debris.

After a while, Wuyou's voice came again, calm and composed like a killer without flesh and blood.

Indeed, Wuyou herself was an assassin.

Decisive and straightforward, without the slightest hesitation.

As soon as Song Chunxue got up, the two horses quickly scrambled to their feet and strode past them down the hill.

Not far away, on the edge of an earthen embankment, a group of ragged women were shivering while holding their children, and the children's cries made the scene very noisy.

Song Chunxue looked at Zhou Huai, "You bury the body here, I'll go get the children something to eat."

These frightened women and children need care, and filling their stomachs will help them feel better.

She took out a bundle from her storage ring, and then took out a large bag of steamed buns from the bundle.

The steamed buns were quite soft, and several women took them and stuffed them into their mouths, then fed the chewed buns to the children.

Song Chunxue knew they needed water.

She then took out several water bags filled with water from her storage ring.

Storage rings are truly wonderful things, but unfortunately only a few people can use them.

Looking across the world, cultivators are few in number, those who can use the Qiankun Bag are even fewer, let alone those who can store rings.

This is not an era abundant with spiritual energy, and the path of cultivation is gradually declining.

Before long, Zhou Huai, looking pale and sickly, came over from a distance.

He muttered to himself, "Too brutal. The Taoist priest's sword is too brutal. It's like ripping open a belly and chopping it into mincemeat. Although I've seen many severed limbs and bodies and the battlefield is incredibly bloody, it doesn't compare to the ferocity of that sword."

"Keep your voice down, or he might hear you and play another trick on you," Song Chunxue whispered. "You give them directions, and we'll continue on our way."

"Yes." Zhou Huai lowered his voice even further. "Was that sword a divine sword?"

"Absolutely!" Wuyou rushed over and unfurled his sword in front of Zhou Huai. "Finally, someone who knows their stuff. You have good taste, young general. I really admire your discerning eye. Let's go, keep going. Fifty miles to the left, they're facing off in a sandstorm."

"..." This idiot, Song Chunxue gritted her teeth, "With your status, if you say less, you'll scare people to death."

Zhou Huai was dumbfounded. Hearing this, he shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, it is my honor to witness such a divine artifact."

"See that?" Wuyou hopped over to Song Chunxue like a frog. "You're so ungrateful, yet you dare to imprison and punish me. What a waste!"

If Wuyou could spit, Song Chunxue's face would look like it had just been washed.

He's just a childish brat. You can't talk back to him; it's useless, he'll only get more and more irrational.

Zhou Huai lowered his head, pressed his fist to his lips, and turned to dismiss the women and children who had temporarily gained their freedom.

He gave them all the food and drink he had.

They then continued to climb onto their horses and traveled fifty miles away.

As the sun began to set, they arrived amidst the endless yellow sand. The wind had dried their faces, and their lips and the skin around their eyes felt a little stinging.

"Alright, with Wei Xuejian making his move, their attempt to use a few dozen people to create a diversion has run into Lord Xie, which is exactly what he wanted."

Wuyou's voice, seemingly enjoying the show, rang out, "Rest here for a while. I'll go check it out first. Don't let Lord Xie find out, or you'll get a scolding when you get back."

He pronounced the words "get scolded" in a strange, irritating way, making it sound really annoying.

Song Chunxue was too lazy to care about him anymore, and turned to Zhou Huai, "You stay here and watch the horses, I'll go take a closer look."

Both horses bumped into Song Chunxue's arm at the same time.

Song Chunxue raised her hand and touched it, then took out two carrots from her sleeve.

"Master Song, this is not appropriate. It would be better if I went instead, in case the lord questions us..."

"Don't worry, he won't." Song Chunxue walked into the yellow dust and mist, "He'll stay where he is and wait for us to come back."

After walking about twenty meters, you could hear the sounds of fighting in the distance.

"What is that?"

"Such a fast sword! It's an ally!"

"Worry-free?"

"Clang clang clang~"

Because of the large number of people, Wuyou no longer speaks to others.

[Song Chunxue, come quick! Lord Xie's bearing on horseback is unparalleled. While you're still not too old, hurry, hurry, take a good look.]

Alas, fragile mortals, their lives are marked by only a few years. Even my handsome and dashing Lord Xie, whose smile was as warm as a spring breeze, now shows signs of age on his face.

Song Chunxue smiled faintly, "You might be able to remain uncorrupted for thousands of years, but you still ended up in my hands."

[Hmph, don't come any closer, I'll chop them to pieces first.]

Song Chunxue quickly stopped her, "Don't be impulsive. It's fine if he's dead. Aren't you tired of chopping him into pieces like that?"

"Hmm...that's true." Wuyou paused for a moment, then her voice became sweet and charming. "Come quickly, Lord Xie has tucked me into his waistband, very close to his Weixue sword."

[Speak less.]

"Oh, his back seems very strong. Master Song is blessed. I examined you; your kidneys are in good condition, and..."

"Shut up!" Song Chunxue cast a silencing spell on him. "Don't even try to talk to me with your mind. Your mouth deserves a beating."

[Mmm, mmm, mmm, hmm hmm~]

Song Chunxue breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it worked.

"Ah Xue, you're here too?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared not far away. "I knew it. Wuyou can't be too far away from you now."

As he spoke, he wrapped the soft cloth around Song Chunxue's head, saying, "It's very windy and dusty here, don't let it get chapped, it will be very uncomfortable."