The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 197
The horse galloped wildly, and on the horse's back, a woman in white was held in the arms of a tall man.

The woman closed her eyes and lay in the man's arms.

These two people are Feng Ji and Wang Yuyan.

Along the way, through shyness and resistance, Wang Yuyan was eventually tamed by Feng Ji in various ways, and now she is still obediently lying in his arms, and let him gallop on the horse.

"Forget it, I don't know how to ride a horse, nor do I know martial arts." Wang Yuyan blushed, secretly making excuses for herself.

But for some reason, she didn't reject this kind of behavior, and her heart beat violently.

She had never felt this way when she was with her cousin before.

Thinking of her cousin, she couldn't help feeling another burst of sadness in her heart.

"If he knew that I was taken away, he wondered if he would worry about me."

He sighed slightly in his heart: "Oh, he only wants to be the emperor in his heart, how can I be there?"

Suddenly Feng Ji pulled the reins, and the horse stopped abruptly.

Wang Yuyan was caught off guard and fell forward.

She cried out suddenly.

But the next moment, she felt a big hand on her chest holding her down, stopping her forward momentum.

The big hand pushed her back slightly with a little force, and sat up straight again.

Wang Yuyan breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately blushed.

Because the part being pressed is her delicate and soft fruit part.

She was about to reprimand, but Feng Ji had already let go and jumped off the horse.

"Come down, eat something before leaving."

Wang Yuyan turned to look at him, but saw that his expression was indifferent, without the slightest trace of obscenity.

I thought to myself, "Didn't he do it on purpose?"

Wang Yuyan's face was full of displeasure. She had let him take advantage of her for no reason, but she couldn't say it out yet.

If you say it, it will appear that you are a villain.

She had no choice but to slowly get off the saddle and follow Feng Ji to the roadside tea stand.

Feng Ji casually asked for some food and tea, at this moment Wang Yuyan couldn't help reminding: "Next time I fall off the horse, you...you are not allowed to touch me..."

Feng Ji glanced at her, and saw that her face was flushed, but her eyes were misty, and she seemed extremely aggrieved.

He said lightly: "Okay, just let me remind you, if you roll off the horse and lose your face, don't say that the cousin you are thinking of doesn't want you anymore, then don't blame me."

When Wang Yuyan heard this, she suddenly became flustered.

If it really caused my cousin to despise me because of my disfigurement, then...it's not worth it.

At that moment, she couldn't help being secretly grateful in her heart. Fortunately, Feng Ji supported her.

Immediately she shook her head again and complained, "Then can't you slow down?"

"Hurry up." Feng Ji said lightly.

"What's the rush?" Wang Yuyan asked suspiciously.

"It's not urgent, but you only want to stay by my side for a year. In order to let you leave my side as soon as possible, I can only finish things in a hurry and let you go."

"Ah... this... this..."

Wang Yuyan was speechless for a moment, and thought to herself that he was thinking of herself, did she blame him?
Now that the knots in their hearts were untied, and they no longer blamed Feng Ji for being frivolous and unreasonable, the two stopped talking and drank tea and ate separately.

Wang Yuyan seemed to feel that she was a little unreasonable, so she took the initiative to make tea for Feng Ji.

Feng Ji sensed her intentions, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After the two of them ate, Wang Yuyan's mouth had a little crumbs stuck to it, but she didn't know it.

Seeing this, Feng Ji said, "Don't move."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently touched her red lips.

Wang Yuyan's heart was pounding suddenly, she quickly turned her head and called out, "What are you doing?"

Feng Ji frowned: "Don't move!"

His tone increased a bit, and Wang Yuyan stood in a daze, not daring to move.

Feng Ji gently wiped off the food crumbs on her red lips, and said, "I'm also seventeen or eighteen years old, and my mouth still sticks after eating."

Wang Yuyan's fair face suddenly flushed with embarrassment.

"So he wanted to help me..."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and said quickly, "I... I will do it myself."

Saying that, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his lips lightly.

Her lips were very soft and moist, without any rouge, but they were as gorgeous as cherries, making one couldn't help but want to take a bite.

Feng Ji withdrew his gaze and looked at the neighboring table.

Wang Yuyan was also paying attention to him all the time, seeing that he was paying attention to the next table, she couldn't help turning her head to look.

But I saw a few monks at the next table, the leader was not young, maybe five or sixty years old.

Followed by several young and middle-aged monks.

"Master, what exactly is this Zhenlong chess game?"

"There is also Mr. Congbian, who seems to be the head of the deaf-mute sect? Since he is a deaf-mute, why does he call himself Congbian?"

Several monks were asking questions.

The leading monk smiled: "Xu Zhu, we are just invited to play chess, there is no need to take care of the rest."

"Yes, Master."

Feng Ji looked at the little monk named 'Xu Zhu', and his eyes became deep.

He didn't expect, it seems that with his intervention, the plot of Leigu Mountain has been advanced.

"Xu Zhu should have not appeared at this time, but now he has appeared."

At the moment, he pondered slightly in his heart, covered his eyes with spiritual consciousness, and stared at Xu Zhu.

But he saw that the top of Xu Zhu's head was empty.

Feng Ji was taken aback!
"Eh? He doesn't have luck?"

"how can that be?"

Feng Ji couldn't believe it, this Xu Zhu is one of the three protagonists, why is there no trace of luck?
"Could it be a mistake, this person has the same name and surname?"

"It's absolutely impossible. The names may be the same, but how can the Buddhist Dharma names be the same?"

Feng Ji felt weird in his heart, and immediately pondered.

Xu Zhu has no luck, so the following things will not happen.

Thinking of this, he suppressed the doubts in his heart, stood up immediately, and said to Wang Yuyan, "Have you finished eating? Let's go after eating."

Wang Yuyan got up quickly, nodded and said, "Let's go."

When the two got on the horse, Wang Yuyan consciously hid in his arms, there was no need for Feng Ji to remind her.

Feng Ji put his arms around the beautiful woman, his thoughts turned, thinking about why Xu Zhu didn't have luck.

Before they knew it, the two rode their horses into a valley.

The valley is rocky, surrounded by pines and cypresses.

After a while, I heard cheers and laughter coming from the front.

"Old Immortal Constellation, the mana is boundless!"

"The old fairy Xingxiu, whose lifespan is as long as the sky, his miraculous skills are world-class, sweeping the martial arts world."

……

Among the laughter and shouts, there was such a voice of praise for Goethe.

Feng Ji suddenly laughed: "The old monster Xingxiu is here too."

Wang Yuyan was overjoyed immediately, and it was hard to hide the joy on her face.

"Grandpa is here, maybe I can ask him to save me."

The two came on horseback, but they saw three wooden houses lined up in the valley ahead, and many people gathered in front of the wooden houses.

Feng Ji looked towards the Xingxiu sect, but saw that the leader sitting on the long rattan chair was indeed the Xingxiu old monster Ding Chunqiu.

He had seen each other once in Mantuo Villa, so he would recognize him naturally.

On the opposite side of Xingxiu old monster is a short stature old man with a thin face.

Behind the old man, there are eight other people kneeling aside, they should be the eight friends of Hangu.

There are still many corpses of deaf-mute disciples on the ground, the corpses are foaming at the mouth, they must have been poisoned, it should be Ding Chunqiu's handwriting.

"That old thief is here to set up a chess game mechanism, Su Xinghe, what kind of tricks are you and that old thief playing?"

Su Xinghe looked up at Ding Chunqiu, and said coldly: "What do you call Master?"

"Hey, he's an old thief, so what if I call him an old thief?"

Su Xinghe said: "The deaf-mute old man is neither deaf nor dumb today, you must know the reason."

Ding ChunQiu said: "Wonderful! You ruined your oath, you are looking for death, I can't be blamed."

After the two finished speaking, they heard a Buddha's name coming from the forest.

"Amitabha."

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see that Master Xuannan came with Xu Zhu and other disciples.

Su Xinghe cupped his fists and said, "Master Xuannan of Shaolin is here, please sit down, Master."

XuanNan clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Thank you Mr. Su."

Su Xinghe said: "This Zhenlong chess game was made by the former master. The former master spent three years of hard work and painstaking efforts to complete it. I hope that the confidant people in the world's chess world will solve it. After 30 years of hard work, I have not found it. It can be understood.”

"Master left this wish back then. If someone breaks through and fulfills Master's wish, even though Master is no longer alive, he will be very pleased if he knows it."

Ding Chunqiu's heart moved, he thought to himself: "Is that old thief really dead?"

Su Xinghe pointed to Ding Chunqiu, and said: "My junior brother betrayed my master back then, causing my former master to die with hatred, and beat me so hard that I couldn't fight back."

"I should die as a martyr to my teacher, but I remember that my master has a wish that has not been fulfilled. If I don't find someone to solve it, I will hardly see my master's face after death. So I endured humiliation and survived until now."

"Over the years, I have abided by the covenant between my master and younger brother, and kept silent. Not only have I become a deaf-mute old man, but even my new disciples have been forced to become deaf-mute. Alas, nothing has been achieved in the past 30 years. This Chess game, still no one can break it."

"I only hope that the master can break the chess game today and fulfill the last wish of the late master."

Ding Chunqiu narrowed his eyes and sneered in his heart, but he was not in a hurry to make a move.

"Let's see what the hell he's up to."

"Grandpa!"

Suddenly, Ding Chunqiu heard a familiar voice, he couldn't help turning his head to look.

Seeing this, my heart skipped a beat, and my expression changed: "Yuyan!? Why are you here?"

Wang Yuyan wanted to run over, but just two steps away, she was suddenly grabbed by Feng Ji.

Feng Ji said: "Miss Wang, you and I have agreed on something, and you can't leave before a year has passed."

Wang Yuyan suddenly showed a look of grievance, and looked at Ding Chunqiu eagerly.

Ding Chunqiu was furious immediately, jumped up immediately, and shouted loudly: "Boy, let her go."

While talking, he has already floated there, I have to say that the Xiaoyao School's exercises are chic and elegant, this Ding Chunqiu has to show off his appearance, and his body skills are also free and elegant.

At this time, a palm strike came, and suddenly the fierce palm wind roared, producing a fierce palm wind to oppress him.

Feng Ji's expression was calm, he held Wang Yuyan with one hand, his figure didn't dodge, and he just pointed out with his backhand!
puff--!
In an instant, the sword qi of the Six Meridians Excalibur shot out, tearing the air with a whistling sound, making a sharp whistling sound!
"Ugh-"

Bang!
The sword energy collided with the palm force, making a loud roar, and the surrounding air exploded, splashing air waves and rolling.

Ding Chunqiu was shocked, he hurriedly stopped.

But saw another burst of sword energy coming.

Puff puff……

Immediately afterwards, the sword energy roared like a net of heaven and earth.

Ding Chunqiu has no way of distinguishing where these sword qi come from and where they are attacking.

In Feng Ji's hands, the invisible and colorless six-veined sword has almost exerted the power of Taoist magic.

"Impossible, what kind of sorcery is this? How can you shoot such a terrifying sword energy with just one finger?"

Ding Chunqiu was shocked and turned pale, he tried to dodge repeatedly, but was hit by the sword energy several times.

If it wasn't for his profound inner strength and his infuriating spirit, he might have died long ago.

Seeing Ding Chunqiu in such a panic, Wang Yuyan shouted in panic, "Grandpa, this is the six-veined sword, the sword energy is invisible and colorless, be careful."

Ding Chunqiu was shocked: "Six Meridians Excalibur? Are you the Duan family of Dali?"

While he was speaking, he grabbed a disciple and stood in front of him. Suddenly, with a puff of sword energy, he shot through the man's head, and blood spattered.

At the same time, a sneer suddenly came from the forest: "Which member of the Dali Duan family is here? Is it Duan Zhengchun?"

Immediately afterwards, another voice sounded like metal rubbing: "Our boss is the genuine Dali Duan family, and the rest are fakes."

I saw two figures descending from the forest, followed closely by a woman in red.

These three are the Four Great Evil Men, but the fourth son, Yun Zhonghe, has been killed by Feng Ji.

"The four villains in the world are visiting Mr. Congbian, and we would like to go to the chess meeting." Duan Yanqing said.

Su Xinghe said: "You are very welcome."

After Duan Yanqing said this, he didn't play chess in a hurry, but looked around, and when he saw Feng Ji suddenly, his pupils shrank.

"It's you!"

Feng Ji looked indifferent, saw Duan Yanqing, smiled and said: "Meet you again, Prince Yanqing."

Duan Yanqing's eyes were dark: "You promised me to help me kill Duan."

Feng Ji nodded: "You also promised me to give me the sword manual."

"Haven't you already learned it?"

"Hehe, I learned it, but the sword manual is not given to me by you, but I want to come here, isn't it?"

Duan Yanqing was speechless, he had indeed fled privately with the sword book, and had no intention of trading with Feng Ji.

While speaking, I could only hear another voice coming from the forest.

"Amitabha, it turns out that the two of you joined hands and snatched the little monk's sword manual."

But seeing Jiumozhi flying towards him in the woods, he immediately looked at Feng Ji, although he was smiling, his eyes were full of evil.

"Benefactor, let's meet again. You attacked the poor monk for no reason in Suzhou that day, but today you have to make it clear."

Feng Ji's expression was still calm: "The monks should have let go of fame and fortune long ago, Jiumozhi, you are some kind of Great Wheel Ming King anyway, why have you been so obsessed with the Six Meridians Excalibur?"

Jiumozhi snorted, "I have an appointment with an old friend, and I need this honor to pay homage to my old friend."

Feng Ji sneered: "He Murong Bo wants the sword manual of "Six Meridians Sword", and you have to get it for him. Why, he wants the throne of the Tubo Kingdom, and you have to get it for him?"

Jiumozhi's face darkened, but before he could speak, another sneer came from the forest: "How can a villain like you understand the friendship between Master Jiumozhi and his late father?"

Jiumozhi turned around to look, and couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that Mr. Murong is also here."

But I saw several people coming out of the forest. The person who came was 27 or [-] years old, with a handsome face, a handsome appearance, a sword in his hand, and extremely graceful steps.

Behind him, followed by Feng Bo'e, Bao BuTong, Gongsun Qian and other generals.

"cousin!"

Wang Yuyan immediately cried out in surprise, she was so happy that she wanted to immediately struggle away from Feng Ji's palm and run over.

Feng Ji casually sealed her acupuncture points.

His expression remained indifferent, as if there were powerful enemies around, posing no threat to him at all.

Only Ding Chunqiu said: "Boy, you have good internal strength, if you worship under the old fairy's sect, you will be able to rectify one or two things and have a bright future, otherwise these people will rise up and you will suffer disaster."

Duan Yanqing and the others stared at Feng Ji one after another, with fighting intent in their eyes.

Feng Ji sneered, showing no fear.

"Old devil and clown, vulnerable, capable, you guys try it together."

(End of this chapter)