Chapter 778: Joy and Sorrow in the Desert (Part )

What exactly does it mean to arrive in Helin? Everyone present knew it clearly.

Although the purpose of sending the bride is to send Zhao Xin to Helin safely, completing the task does not mean fulfilling the long-cherished wish.

At least for Liu Xunyi and Zhao Xin, the news of arriving in Helin was not a piece of happy news that made them feel relieved, but rather a piece of heart-wrenching bad news.

Although they knew that this day would come sooner or later, although they had rehearsed it countless times in their hearts, although they had made sufficient preparations, although they were sure that they could accept it calmly and face it calmly, although...

No! Not at all though.

Even though they reserve a thousand or ten thousand "althoughs" for each other, when this day really comes, they are still caught off guard, still dumbfounded, still full of sorrow, still hopeless...

The calm and indifferent attitude and laughter that had been repeated thousands of times now turned into a dream.

All the contingency strategies that had been prepared in advance were suddenly realized the moment Su He told the cruel truth. The psychological defense that they thought was impregnable was so vulnerable that it collapsed in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Liu Xunyi was flustered, his legs were weak, and he seemed unable to even stand. Zhao Xin was even more heartbroken, and even couldn't shed tears.

"Brother Liu..."

Looking at the absent-minded Liu Xunyi, Su He couldn't help but sigh and slowly said: "When we enter Helin tomorrow, the princess will no longer be a princess of the Song Dynasty, let alone yours..."

At this point, Su He stopped talking, as if he couldn't bear to make it clear. But he knew in his heart that Liu Xunyi must understand what he meant.

"Therefore, no matter who you are, you must maintain respect for the princess, and your words and actions... must not overstep the boundaries in the slightest." Su He said to everyone with a calm expression, "Khorum is not like Lin'an, and the Mongolian royal family is not the royal family of the Song Dynasty. Since you have come to the grassland, you must abide by the rules of the grassland. Especially when facing people of noble status... not only must your words and actions be polite, but even your eyes... must be proper. Otherwise, once someone notices something strange... even I can't hope to save you."

Although Su He kept saying "you", he was actually speaking to Liu Xunyi. The "distinguished person" here did not refer to the Mongolian nobles, but to the "Princess" Zhao Xin.

The reason for this is that Su He intends to show some mercy to Liu Xunyi, and at the same time, he also wants to avoid making matters worse and irritating Liu Xunyi's already broken heart.

But in fact, Liu Xunyi had already been immersed in endless sorrow, so how could he really be relieved by Su He's tactfulness?
"Brother Liu, I'm telling you this because, first, I don't want you to make mistakes in the future. Second, I don't want you to have too many regrets." Su He leaned close to Liu Xunyi's ear and lowered his voice a bit, "I know that you and the princess have been childhood sweethearts and have a deep relationship. Therefore, if you have anything to say, you can speak freely tonight, and don't wait until later, lest you regret it. After all, your fate... only has the last few hours left. Starting tomorrow, you and the princess will never have the opportunity to speak your mind again in this life."

Su He's words were like a bolt from the blue. Liu Xunyi's heart trembled and his drunkenness disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"You don't have to worry about Long Yu and the others coming to disturb you tonight. Su will make arrangements for you." Su He said sincerely, "Brother Liu, you and the princess are not destined to be together. Although Su sympathizes with you, he can do nothing about it. Alas! I can't help lovers get married. I can only do my best to let you say goodbye properly..."

Liu Xunyi's trembling eyes were filled with sadness and gratitude. He was sad that he and Zhao Xin were about to part ways, and he was grateful for Su He's righteous help.

"Brother Su...thank you." Liu Xunyi's throat was tight and his voice was dry and hoarse.

"Although there will be no outsiders tonight, there is one thing I hope Brother Liu will keep in mind and never forget it." Su He said meaningfully, "If you can keep it in mind, it will not be in vain for me to be your brother, and it will not be in vain for me to help you."

Liu Xunyi was stunned and murmured, "Brother Su, please speak..."

"I hope you will remember that no matter how earth-shattering and touching your feelings are, the princess will always be the princess. She is the Mongolian prince's woman, and everything about her... can only belong to the Mongolian prince."

"hiss!"

Although Su He's words were cryptic, Liu Xunyi heard his hidden meaning clearly. In an instant, he felt mixed emotions and was indescribably entangled.

Although Liu Xunyi had never thought of doing anything inappropriate towards Zhao Xin, and although he knew that Su He's words had no ill intentions and were even a kind reminder to him, when he heard the words "everything of Zhao Xin can only belong to the Mongolian prince", his heart still twitched violently, and an indescribable anger and depression made his chest feel blocked and depressed.

"Brother Liu, you... take care of yourself."

After saying that, Su He took a deep look at the distraught Liu Xunyi, then turned to look at Li Haitang and Feng Tianba who were looking at each other in bewilderment, and then turned and left.

"Ahem, my stomach is about to burst." Li Haitang reacted very quickly. Before anyone else could speak, he pretended that nothing had happened, stood up shakily, and said with a silly smile, "We have to travel again tomorrow morning. Since we have already had enough to eat and drink...why don't we all go back to sleep?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Feng Tianba quickly agreed, "Go back to sleep! Go back to sleep!"

After saying this, Feng Tianba saw Wuchan looking around in confusion, and he couldn't help but change his expression. He reached out and knocked hard on his bald head, reminding him: "Little monk, don't you have some scriptures you want to give to Miss Pan? It's a good opportunity for Miss Pan to go back with us."

"But it's getting late..."

"It's not too late! Not too late! Letting Miss Pan take a stroll can strengthen her stomach and spleen." Li Haitang interrupted hurriedly, and then he and Feng Tianba forcibly carried the "unresponsive" Wu Chan on the left and right, and walked towards their "camp" without saying anything.

"Miss Pan, hurry up! There are wolves in the desert at night, be careful of being targeted by them!"

Following Li Haitang's urging, Pan Yuyin hesitated for a moment, then quickly chased after them. The few of them were noisy, and soon disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

From beginning to end, Liu Xunyi and Zhao Xin were like two wooden sculptures and clay statues, not saying a word and not moving a muscle.

They were standing or sitting, all with confused looks and expressionless faces.

Just like that, there was this dead silence as if time had stood still. Who knows how long it would last?

Until the strong wind brought the howling of wolves from the depths of the desert, making people tremble with fear. Until the cool night gradually extinguished the blazing bonfire, making people feel cold.

By the silent Crescent Lake, the heart-thumping mandarin ducks seemed to be indefinitely continuing at this moment, as if this desert had no end, until the end of time, until the end of the world...

Almost at the same time, the same thought flashed through Liu Xunyi and Zhao Xin's mind: time is running out, and they can no longer indulge in endless sadness and frustration. They should cherish the present, cherish... the fleeting last night.

Thinking of this, Liu Xunyi and Zhao Xin looked at each other at the same time. At the moment their eyes met, Liu Xunyi, who had lost her parents, was heartbroken, and Zhao Xin, who wanted to cry but had no tears, also had red eyes.

Even so, they still did not show the slightest sadness to each other. Instead, they gave each other an indescribable complex smile.

"Back then, you often went to the palace to teach Zhao Yu how to practice martial arts. I had nothing to do but sit quietly by the side. At that time, I could never have imagined that the boredom back then... would become a luxury today, a luxury that can only be remembered deep in my heart."

Zhao Xin took the initiative to break the silence. Although she tried her best to conceal it, Liu Xunyi could still feel a strong sense of sadness from her seemingly calm tone.

"Yes!"

Liu Xunyi suppressed his sadness and forced a smile, answering simply. He did not dare to speak at length, for fear that Zhao Xin would hear his sobs.

"That is my first memory of you, and it is also the clearest, deepest, and most unforgettable memory. Xunyi, please dance with the sword for me one last time!" Zhao Xin said softly, "This time it's not for Zhao Chen, but only for me... Okay?"

Before she finished her words, two lines of tears had already flowed down Zhao Xin's smiling face.

"it is good!"

Liu Xunyi had already been eager to break free from the shackles of gloom and sadness, so he nodded slightly.

Under Zhao Xin's expectant gaze, he put aside all distractions, flew up, and the moment he jumped over Zhao Xin's head, he lightly hooked his toes towards the Wuji sword inserted next to the campfire. With a light "clang" sound, the Wuji sword came out of its sheath, emitting a shining silver light in the dim moonlight.

The sword came out like a dragon, and the move was as fast as lightning. While catching the sword in mid-air, Liu Xunyi turned his wrist and the Wuji sword drew a graceful silver arc in the night sky.

Then, several sword lights danced out in succession, like a tree of fire and silver flowers, and a phoenix dancing in the sky, which dazzled Zhao Xin and amazed her.

Tonight, the sword technique Liu Xunyi used was the "Lovesickness Soul-Breaking Sword" taught by Luo Tianjin. It was not something he did on purpose, but he couldn't help but do it effortlessly.

Love at first sight, red leaves convey love, tenderness like water, looking at the shadow to guess the love, hearing the sound of love, the song is full of human feelings, the Supreme is ruthless...

Maybe it was because he was drunk, maybe it was because he was deeply in love, maybe it was because he was sad, maybe it was because he was sad to see someone crying... I don't know why? Tonight's "Lovesickness and Soul-Breaking Sword" made Liu Xunyi feel an unprecedented wonderful feeling, like facing the wind and the moon, like being heartbroken, like being seriously ill, like being unable to redeem himself...

In the past, his heart moved as he wished, and he was confident when a sword flew. But tonight, it was completely different. Liu Xunyi felt as if his soul had flown away, his heart was broken, his sword was not a sword, and his moves were not a moves.

What is even more surprising is that in such a dazed state of mind, Liu Xunyi's sword moves not only did not show any sign of disorder, but instead became more and more handy and enjoyable.

Before he could sketch out the next move in his mind, the Wuji Sword in his hand was already impatient to come out, as if it had a soul, actively pulling Liu Xunyi to dodge and move, flying up and down. The "Lovesickness Soul-Breaking Sword" had never been performed so smoothly and in one go.

Yes! Is there any other kind of "longing" in the world that is more painful and heartbreaking than having a beautiful woman right next to you, but your two hearts are gradually drifting apart?

At this moment, the Wuji sword in Liu Xunyi's hand became more and more fierce, but his heart became more and more desolate.

Every move was like a knife cutting his heart, and before he knew it, tears were flowing like a spring. When his heart was at its lowest point, his sword was at its best. In his hand, the Wuji Sword was sometimes silent, sometimes it drove thunder and lightning, sometimes it drew a picture on the ground, and sometimes it was covered with the moon and stars.

Outward like climbing a sharp sword, fearing a thousand miles away. Retracting like an owl looking back, plowing the yard and sweeping the hole.

Wherever the sword points, the wind and sand are blown up thousands of feet high. Wherever the spiritual connection goes, springs burst out from the abyss thousands of feet high.

In a flash, the sword moved like a dragon, and the mighty energy made the yellow sand on the ground and the water of Crescent Moon Spring rise from the ground, and transformed into two dragons, one yellow and one green, in mid-air, crisscrossing and circling around the Wuji Sword.

"Endless longing, one sword cuts off the soul!"

Suddenly, Liu Xunyi's eyes became fierce, and he pointed his sword at the sky. Immediately, a mournful sword sound resounded through the sky. Two dragons suddenly appeared and soared into the sky, trying to compete with the stars in the sky.

This scene is very much like Liu Xunyi's unwillingness to let go. Although he knows that fate cannot be defied, he still fights hard regardless of the consequences.

"Wow!"

Under Zhao Xin's incredulous gaze, the two towering dragons shattered into pieces, and the yellow sand and flying spring water rushed in like a storm, crackling and falling around Crescent Lake.

Looking at Liu Xunyi again, he was standing with a sword in his hand, motionless, his pair of red eyes staring straight at Zhao Xin who was still in shock.

His heart was dead as ashes, desolate as ice, his sword was perfect, his soul was broken and his love was broken. A crystal teardrop slowly fell out of his eye socket and silently seeped into the endless yellow sand.

"It turns out that to master the 'Lovesickness', one must experience an unforgettable separation of life and death." Tears gradually blurred Liu Xunyi's vision. Zhao Xin's figure became more and more hazy. A sword pierced her heart, and she was heartbroken. "If I knew that lovesickness would break my soul, I... would rather not practice this sword technique..."

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(End of this chapter)