At Dusk, Chen Mu returned home.
When Chen Mu returned this time, he found that the White Turtle was no longer as sleepy as before and was in much better spirits.
He now spends his free time running around, and he even goes to the stream behind the mountain to catch fish to eat; he's very quick and agile.
When Chen Mu returned yesterday, he told White Turtle about his experiences over the past year and introduced his spirit, Little Blue, to White Turtle.
The White Turtle seemed to really like Little Blue, and kept trying to make it happy. Little Blue, oblivious to its surroundings, quickly became friends with the White Turtle.
In the courtyard, A Huo practiced his swordplay as if no one else was around, endlessly performing the same monotonous sword-swinging movements, as if he would never get tired.
Chen Duo played with White Turtle and Little Blue, while Mingye sat by the stone table, gazing blankly at the setting sun.
" Mingye, you seem unhappy, something's on your mind?"
Chen Mu sat down next to the stone table and asked with concern.
Mingye turned to look at Chen Mu and nodded.
"Hmm, it seems I've hit a bottleneck in my cultivation of the Seven-Colored Heavenly Art. I've discovered that I can't understand the emotions mentioned within it."
Thinking of someone is like a rainbow; missing someone is a spectrum of colors, encompassing all the flavors of life, from sweet and sour to bitter and sweet, joy and sorrow.
I can understand the meaning of that sentence, but I can't truly grasp its essence, nor can I understand it.
That's because you've never tried to fall in love with someone.
Chen Mu smiled mysteriously, looking like someone who had been through it all.
"Oh? You've tried? Who have you fallen in love with?"
Mingye raised an eyebrow and stared at Chen Mu.
Chen Mu blushed, but didn't know how to answer.
Although I lack practical experience, I watch a lot of TV dramas! You know Korean dramas, right? I know a lot about them!
Chen Mu muttered to himself, then after holding it in for a long time, blurted out a sentence.
"I... that's what I read in the book."
"Bookworm!"
Mingye rolled her eyes, not wanting to pay any more attention to Chen Mu.
At this moment, A Huo finished practicing his swordsmanship and walked over to the stone table, where he sat down.
" A Mu, I'm planning to go back to my hometown tomorrow."
A Huo's decision did not surprise Chen Mu; he had long seen that A Huo had another purpose in coming back this time.
"Okay! I'll go with you tomorrow."
Chen Mu responded.
"No! I want to handle this myself this time."
A Huo's tone left no room for argument.
Chen Mu remained silent for a moment, knowing A Huo's temper, and did not insist.
"Alright then! Go and come back quickly, and remember to keep in touch with me. If you don't contact me, I'll come looking for you."
"Good!"
A Huo nodded gratefully to Chen Mu.
" Xiao Huo, the Justice True Heart Sword requires a righteous heart, but your heart is filled with hostility. You will never be able to cultivate it to perfection if you continue like this."
In the Wilderness jungle, A Huo moved forward while recalling what Cao Lingxiao had said to him.
At noon, he arrived at his destination, in front of a huge valley.
Inside the valley was a large human settlement with about ten thousand people. People were constantly coming and going, making it look very lively.
"Hey kid, are you looking for someone?"
The chief of the Qi Mountain Tribe noticed A Huo's sudden appearance and led a guard squad over to inquire about him.
A Huo was dressed in white cloth, with a long sword at his waist, looking like a handsome young man.
In the Central Land, this kind of attire would be common, but in the Wilderness, someone who appears like this in the wild is definitely not an ordinary person.
A Huo gazed quietly at the place where he had grown up, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, but more so, pain.
"I'm looking for Meng Hongyun. Take me to see him!"
Clang! Clang...!
The guards all drew their swords and glared angrily at A Huo.
"You insolent fool! How dare you address the leader of my Qi Mountain Clan by his name?"
Get out of here! Or don't blame me for being impolite!
If A Huo hadn't seemed to have a mysterious background, the guard leader would have ordered him to be killed on the spot.
Clang!
The guard leader only saw a blur before his eyes, and the sword in his hand instantly broke in two.
"If you don't want to die, let me in!"
A Huo watched the guard leader quietly, as if he hadn't lifted a finger.
The guard leader broke out in a cold sweat, but as the guard leader, he was used to throwing his weight around and wouldn't easily back down.
"Even if you are powerful, my Qi Mountain Tribe will not be bullied. Please state your name."
Meng Wu.
A Huo's expression was cold, but he was already getting impatient.
The guard leader was taken aback, feeling as if he had heard the name before, but couldn't quite place it.
"Okay! Wait a moment, I'll go in and inform them!"
"No need! I'll go in myself. You'd better not stop me, or you'd better be prepared to die."
After speaking, A Huo moved with lightning speed, leaping towards the tribe's gate in a few bounds.
Stop him!
The guard leader's face hardened. Although he knew his men were no match for the enemy, he couldn't bear the punishment for failing to provide adequate protection.
At that moment, two hot-headed young men from the guard team shouted and charged at Chen Mu with large knives.
Plop! Thump! Thump!
Blood splattered, and the two figures who were close to A Huo fell to the ground, their fates unknown.
Then, an astonishing Sword Qi rose from A Huo's body. With a loud boom, the gate of the Qi Mountain Clan was pierced through by a single sword strike. A Huo, surrounded by Sword Qi, rushed rapidly towards the center of the tribe.
A Huo's Sword Qi was so fierce that no one dared to stop him on the way. In just a dozen breaths, A Huo arrived at the very center of the tribe, the Qi Mountain Tribe's chieftain's hall.
"Who goes there? State your name!"
Inside the leader's hall, a powerful aura soared into the sky, repelling A Huo's Sword Qi from afar.
" Meng Hongyun, it's me, I'm back!"
At the entrance to the lobby, A Huo stopped and stared at the man who was walking out of the building.
"Who are you...?"
Meng Hongyun looked at the white-clad youth before him, trying hard to search his memories, but he couldn't find a single figure that matched him.
The frail, helpless child of yesteryear has transformed into an incomparably powerful True Spirit Realm swordsman in just seven or eight years.
This is unimaginable for most people, so it's no wonder Meng Hongyun couldn't remember.
At this moment, many members of the Qi Mountain Tribe surrounded A Huo, who was an uninvited guest, with weapons in hand.
"It's you?"
In the crowd, a delicate-looking woman walked up to Meng Hongyun, her expression filled with fear and unease.
"My lord, I recognize him, he's that vile Qi Xiaoping..."
Before she could finish speaking, a sharp Sword Qi flew towards her, terrifying her to the point of utter shock.
Meng Hongyun snorted coldly, and a yellowish-brown light shone from his hand as he punched the Sword Qi.
boom!
Meng Hongyun took a step back, his face grim. He realized that his opponent was stronger than he had imagined.
" Qi Xiaoping? Could it be... you're Meng..."
Meng Hongyun frowned, and it took him a while to remember.
"Ah, right! Could you be Meng Wu?"
A Huo didn't answer, glancing around with a cold tone.
Where is Liu Ruyan? Where did she go?