Amidst screams and cries of agony, the glint of swords and the shadows of men, he lost count of how many people he had sent flying. Eventually, he was completely exhausted, clinging to life only with a strong will to survive.
He heard the joyful cheers of those around him.
"In this battle of attrition, this demon is already finished."
"That's right. Everyone, don't fight him head-on. If you can't beat him, retreat and let the other brothers go for him. We'll wear him down."
"Demon, today it's either you or me who dies."
Fu Xin was in a daze; he could no longer remember how many wounds he had or how much blood he had lost. All he could do was keep swinging his sword.
Finally, when he could no longer hold on, he saw a dark figure descend from the sky like a falcon. In the hazy light, he heard a loud shout: "Anyone who dares to harm the Valley Master of Joyful Valley will be killed without mercy!"
Fu Xin glanced at those sharp, hawk-like eyes, sneered, and fainted.
...
Thousand Buddha Mountain.
A cave at Yunding Cliff.
Fu Xin groaned and woke up. After sitting up, he subconsciously glanced at the cave entrance and saw an old man with a white beard standing with his back to him. The old man's hair and beard were blown backward by the mountain wind. Although he was old, he still had an imposing presence. He stood at the cave entrance with his hands behind his back, looking outside.
Outside the cave, clouds and mist swirled and drifted, occasionally revealing mountain peaks of unknown origin. This was truly a paradise on earth.
He glanced at the old man, then lowered his head and remained silent.
"Are you feeling better?" The old man turned around; he was none other than Huanxi Wang, the former master of Huanxi Valley.
silence.
Silenter than the clouds in the mountains, silenter than the rocks beneath them.
"You're still complaining about your father." There was weariness and a fleeting hint of regret in the eyes of the Joyful King.
Back then, he brought Fuxin back with him, thinking that the legendary healer, the Heartless Elder, would make Fuxin forget that woman. But to his surprise, not only did she not forget, she remembered her even more deeply.
He regretted countless times, wondering if everything would have been different if he had kept Qin Ying. In any case, his son never practiced that evil skill again, and he himself studied diligently and still mastered unparalleled martial arts.
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".
He underestimated his son's determination.
Fu Xin stood up and silently glanced at him. "You should be glad you didn't kill her."
Over the years, the more he practiced martial arts, the more he understood that he and she seemed to be one. If she died, he would surely die too. There was no evidence to prove his theory, but that's exactly what he felt.
He stood at the cave entrance, side by side with his father, and slowly said, "Find her."
Having said that, he leaped down from the cave entrance. He held his breath, spread his arms, and like a soaring eagle, used the mountain's slope to calmly fly down to the foot of the mountain.
Looking down into the deep abyss, the Joyful King could only see a small black dot growing smaller and smaller. His eyes were filled with depression. He was a master strategist throughout his life, and many famous heroes had fallen victim to his schemes.
However, he never expected that no matter how much he planned, he couldn't outsmart love.
...
When Fu Xin reached the foot of the mountain, there was a valley. After walking out of the valley, it took some time to reach a small town outside the mountains. He found a small tavern, turned his back to everyone, ordered a bottle of wine and a plate of beef, and slowly began to eat.
After finishing his meal, he jumped onto the roof, lay down on it, and for a moment didn't know which way to go.
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