Never forget

After Bai Wuxiang and Mo Qiuyan had a head-on confrontation that night, Mo Qiuyan clearly felt that there was a pair of eyes in the dark.

Whenever she spoke up for Xie Lian, she felt the strange feeling of being watched grow stronger.

Bai Wuxiang, what do you mean? You really can't talk?

Mo Qiuyan felt that he was in danger now.

Damn! If I had known that night, I would have just howled and pretended to be dead and waited for Xiao Huacheng to find her!

But time passed so quickly that she had no time to regret or find a solution.

The Sky Tower is about to collapse.

Even in the distant Buyou Forest, the deafening sound echoed clearly in everyone's ears, and then a huge golden statue of the prince blocked it.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Huacheng rushed out to help His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Because it was inconvenient, Mo Qiuyan had to stay in the isolation area to guard the patients.

For several days, the golden statue remained standing. Everyone was praying for their Crown Prince, but... except for Xiaohuacheng, no one seemed to be truly praying for Xie Lian himself.

As dusk approaches, Xie Lian, hampered by the incident at the Sky Tower, has been unable to return to the quarantine zone for several days. While the Buyou Forest appears peaceful, many are already antsy, eager to escape and seek Xie Lian's help in suppressing the plague.

Mo Qiuyan held the sword, leaned against a tree and closed his eyes to rest.

She hadn't put away her sword for several days. She had prevented many troubles and had earned a high reputation among the guards. Mo Qiuyan had issued a clear death order to all the guards and guards of the Buyou Forest: Anyone who attempted to leave the Buyou Forest would be killed without mercy.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, a smell of blood hit her face.

Mo Qiuyan opened her eyes and saw a man covered in blood, with his left trouser leg empty, crawling towards her using his hands and feet.

Mo Qiuyan raised her eyebrows in surprise. She thought that even if she was the one who cut off the man's leg, he would still look for Xie Lian.

The young man had a ferocious look on his face and yelled at her, "Why! Why is it useless even if you cut off my leg! Give me back my leg!" As he spoke, he lifted up his right trouser leg, and a distorted human face suddenly appeared on his right leg.

Mo Qiuyan pulled a piece of talisman paper from his Qiankun bag and slapped it in front of the young man. It was a photo talisman. The picture showed the young man kicking his left leg and frantically begging for help: "You said you don't want it anymore. What? You still want your left leg?"

The young man choked when he saw what he looked like a few days ago, then became even more crazy: "I don't care! Give it back to me!"

Mo Qiuyan waved his hand, and Li Qiye swung the man ten feet away. "You agreed to it yourself, who else can you blame?"

The crowd around was in an uproar, with countless people talking about it, and some even started cursing, saying things like "unreasonable" and "bullying patients".

The evidence is all there, and the man agreed to cut off his legs. We weren't sure if it would be effective in the first place, so why is the blame being placed on someone else? I don't understand.

The noise of the crowd grew louder and louder, and finally a patient suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the border of Buyou Forest!

The others lost their patience and ran after him.

Can't let them out!

Mo Qiuyan knocked a few people unconscious, flew over, and stood in front of the crowd. He waved Mo Li in his hand, and the sword energy spread out, blocking some people.

But the hairpin in Mo Li's hand lost its light without any warning and turned into a silver hairpin again. The familiar feeling surged into his dantian again.

Mo Qiuyan wanted to curse right there and then: You little white guy sealed my spiritual power again!!!

But this is definitely Bai Wuxiang's normal operation. After all, in the original plot, this group of people rushed out without a single one left.

The patient running in front saw that Mo Qiuyan had lost his fighting ability, so he shouted and led the others to rush out.

Although he lacked spiritual power, Mo Qiuyan's martial arts skills were not bad either, and he subdued several people with a few moves. However, two fists were no match for four tigers, and most of them escaped.

I'm sorry, Your Highness. I can only help you so far.

In an instant, all the patients had fled, leaving only a few who had been knocked down and struggling on the ground. Mo Qiuyan ignored them and turned to look at the Sky Tower. Soon, the Sky Tower collapsed with a loud bang, and the century-old monument was reduced to shattered rubble.

On the other side, the victory trumpets of the Yong'an people resounded through the sky.

......

More and more people lost their faith in the Crown Prince. Devout believers smashed and vandalized the burning Crown Prince Temple. Thick smoke billowed into the gloomy sky, slowly fading amidst a chorus of curses directed at Xie Lian.

Mo Qiuyan found Xiaohuacheng again during that failed war. Xiaohuacheng listened silently to Mo Qiuyan's words of comfort, but both knew that it was just powerless self-consolation.

When the two arrived at Huangji Temple, the Crown Prince's Palace had not yet been ravaged by the murder. The golden statue on the towering altar had been shattered by the collapse of the Heavenly Tower. At Xiao Huacheng's request, Mo Qiuyan helped him find pen, ink, and paper.

Xiao Huacheng usually practiced the Pleasing Spirit Diagram, but after the war and plague of the past few months, he hadn't practiced for a long time. But both he and Mo Qiuyan believed that if you truly care about someone, everything about them will not be forgotten with the passage of time.

But Xiao Huacheng had just painted a few strokes when the noise of the crowd outside the hall came from far away and came towards this side.

I don’t know who started the fire, but in less than a moment, a small area in front of the Prince’s Palace was charred.

Seeing this, Xiao Huacheng rushed forward like crazy, beating the arsonist to death. Mo Qiuyan was also surrounded by a group of people, but he shook them off and quickly put out the flames, saving some of the precious murals.

Soon, the group was driven into a desperate retreat by Xiao Huacheng's desperate fighting and Mo Qiuyan's assistance. Xiao Huacheng panted heavily toward the mountain road, finally calming himself, returning to the temple, picking up the drawing paper again, and sketching stroke by stroke.

Mo Qiuyan brushed off the dust on the ground and cleaned up the mess.

In a moment, the last stroke of the brush landed on the paper, revealing a picture of a prince delighting his soul.

Xie Lian and the others had been watching for quite some time. They saw that the painting was done with childish brushstrokes. Although someone had given them guidance, it was still clear that the painter had never learned anything. Yet, every stroke was filled with love and sincerity.

Xie Lian raised his hand and gently touched the painting.

It wasn't particularly noticeable, just like a gentle breeze. Xiao Huacheng suddenly raised his head from his knees, his face brightening instantly as he asked, "Is that you?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Qiuyan turned around and quietly walked out of the hall, giving Xiao Huacheng a chance to perform.

Feng Xin was shocked and asked, "Why is this kid so cunning?"

Mu Qing said from the side: "Let's go."

Xie Lian nodded slightly and was about to turn around when Xiao Huacheng rushed to the edge of the altar, breathing slightly faster. "I know it's you! Your Highness, please don't leave. I have something to tell you!"

Hearing this, the three of them were stunned. He seemed extremely nervous, clenching his fist and saying, "Although your palace was burned down, but... don't be unhappy. I will build you more palaces and temples in the future, bigger and more magnificent, unmatched by anyone else. No one will ever be able to compare to you. I definitely will!"

“…”

The three of them were silent.

As if afraid his voice wouldn't reach the other party, Xiao Huacheng cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted to the painting on the altar, "Your Highness! Do you hear me? In my heart, you are God! You are the only God, you are the true God! Do you hear me?!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs that the entire Taicang Mountain echoed with it: - Did you hear that!

Xie Lian suddenly burst into laughter. It was so abrupt that it startled Feng Xin and Mu Qing. He laughed and shook his head. Xiao Huacheng couldn't hear him, but he seemed to sense something, his eyes blazing as he glanced around. Suddenly, a drop of icy water landed on his cheek. Xiao Huacheng's eyes widened, and for a moment, a snow-white reflection filled them. He blinked, and when he opened them again, the reflection was gone.

Xiao Huacheng stood up straight and rubbed his eyes, as if trying to hold onto the fleeting image. Xie Lian, however, closed his eyes for a moment before saying, "Forget it."

Xiao Huacheng's eyes lit up at first, and the corners of his mouth rose, but then he was startled again, and the curve of his mouth gradually fell. He said, "...What? Forget what?

Xie Lian sighed and said to him gently, "Forget it."

Xiao Huacheng was stunned and speechless. Xie Lian muttered to himself again, "Forget it. No one will remember it soon anyway."

Hearing this, Xiao Huacheng's eyes widened, and tears suddenly flowed silently, leaving a pale mark on his face. His Adam's apple moved, and he said, "I..."

Mo Qiuyan stood outside the ruined temple gate, feeling the fluctuations of magic power moving further and further away.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Huacheng, who was left behind by them, suddenly murmured in the hall: "No."

He clearly couldn't see Xie Lian and the others, but he had accurately found the right direction, rushed out, and shouted at their backs, "No!"

The three of them turned around and saw that the young man's eyes were breathtakingly bright in the dark, and his face was full of scars, looking angry, sad, happy, and crazy.

In the midst of surging tears, he said, "I will never forget.

"I will never forget you!!!"

......

Xianle, the last war

The vast majority of soldiers in the army either died or fled, and only a few remained.

But they are all martyrs who sacrificed their lives for their country.

After Mo Qiuyan killed the last enemy soldier and turned around, she found that all the Xianle warriors were left alive except her.

“…”

Even though he knew this was the inevitable outcome of the plot, Mo Qiuyan still closed his eyes and sighed silently.

She struggled to find Xiao Huacheng among the corpses. The bandage on his face was stained with blood, his eyes were closed, and in his hand he was still holding a white flower stained bright red.

Mo Qiuyan gently lifted her up, felt her cheek was a little wet, and reached out to touch it.

“…” When did I start crying?

She took Xiao Huacheng away from the battlefield, went up to Taicang Mountain, and buried him under the flower tree in front of the Prince's Palace.

Half the tree's branches were burned black, and it was unclear whether it would ever bloom again. Mo Qiuyan meticulously carved the words "Prince Xianle's First Disciple" onto a slab of stone. The title made her laugh for no apparent reason. She shook her head and fixed the slab in place.

"See you later, Xiao Honghong."

The maple leaves on Taicang Mountain have turned bright red again, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves. Occasionally, you can see a dusty swing on an ancient tree.

But from beginning to end, Mo Qiuyan didn't see anyone.

There are traces of people, but no trace of people.

I have clearly sneaked up here countless times before, but why does it feel so unfamiliar this time?

The wild flowers on the roadside were in full bloom, their pure white interwoven with the bright red fallen leaves, just like the two figures, one red and one white, in Mo Qiuyan's mind.

"On this journey, I wish Your Highness the blessings of heaven and the freedom from all taboos."