Chapter 75

For Fang Ziyuan's response, Bai Chen was clearly not prepared psychologically and let out a startled exclamation.

From his understanding after interacting with Fang Ziyuan, she was absolutely not the kind of person who would make baseless accusations, especially regarding such matters.

Moreover, ever since Fang Ziyuan met Zhao Mo, she had been sending him covert glances and expressing her affection through her eyes.

Unfortunately, the flowers were willing, but the water showed no sentiment; Zhao Mo appeared quite indifferent to Fang Ziyuan's enthusiasm.

Even his attitude towards Tang Jian was more热情 than towards Fang Ziyuan.

If Zhao Mo didn't have a problem with his sexual orientation, then it could only be said that he was consciously rejecting Fang Ziyuan.

At the same time, Bai Chen felt a bit regretful. Curiosity killed the cat. He originally thought it was just a story of unrequited love, but it turned out to be filled with so many grievances and entanglements.

Fang Ziyuan's tears soaked her blouse. She was initially sobbing softly, but the tears were like an uncontrollable floodgate, making her cry even more painfully.

"Let's talk it out, don't cry... don't cry."

Bai Chen could only try to comfort Fang Ziyuan, gently patting her back.

"Everyone says that the heartbreak herb breaks the heart, and the cinnabar tears break the spirit. This saying is not false. If you are really so sad, my embrace is here for you, of course, don't tell my Lanlan, and I won't tell Zhao Mo." Fang Ziyuan almost burst into laughter at Bai Chen's words.

Fang Ziyuan finally managed to stop her tears, her eyes still moist, her voice still choked, but her words were relatively clear as she slowly recounted the events of the past.

Bai Chen finally understood. It turned out that six years ago, when Fang Ziyuan was still a young girl, she and her family passed through Fenglai City during a major battle between the Shen Ce Army and the Tian Ce Army. She was accidentally captured by the defeated Shen Ce Army and used to threaten the pursuing General Zhao.

Although General Zhao eventually saved Fang Ziyuan, he was ambushed by the Shen Ce Army while protecting her, and ultimately died from his severe injuries.

At that time, Zhao Mo, who had already become a deputy general, witnessed everything. Although he didn't say anything, he could never let go of his resentment towards Fang Ziyuan, and even today, he still harbors deep grievances.

Bai Chen listened to the gist of it and finally felt relieved. It was just an old story, not even a real grudge.

However, Bai Chen still felt a deep respect for the old general who was willing to sacrifice himself to protect a stranger.

"Zhaogu man hanying, Wu hook frost snow bright.

Silver saddle shines on white horse, swift as a shooting star.

Ten steps kill one man, a thousand miles leave no trace.

After the deed, he leaves without a word, hiding his achievements and fame."

Bai Chen recited a section of Li Bai's "The Hero" with a light tone. The so-called hero is probably no more than this.

"Good!" The hidden Tian Ce soldiers couldn't help but shout in approval.

Although these soldiers were accustomed to the life of a warrior, they knew nothing about poetry. However, Li Bai's "The Hero" was high-spirited and stirring, and the emotions it conveyed were far beyond the understanding of ordinary people, resonating deeply with these soldiers.

A breeze rustled through the distant grass, indicating that there were more people hiding in the dark than just those few soldiers.

"This poem is truly excellent, fitting for General Zhao." Fang Ziyuan's eyes were slightly red, her sobs had stopped, but her cheeks still bore traces of tears.

"The poem is good, but it's not complete."

A rough voice sounded in the darkness, and a pair of eyes glimmered not far away, indicating that this night owl was also not idle.

"This poem wasn't written by me; I just heard it from my master."

"Leisurely drinking with Prince Xinling, sword unsheathed, placed before the knees.

Feasting with Zhu Hai, holding a cup to persuade Hou Ying.

Three cups of wine, a promise as heavy as the five mountains.

Eyes blurred, ears hot, the spirit of the rainbow rises.

Swinging the golden hammer to save Zhao, the city of Handan was shocked.

Two valiant men of a thousand years, their names resound in Daliang City.

Even in death, the hero's spirit remains, not ashamed of the world's heroes.

Who can write the great treatise, with a white head and the profound principles of the universe?"

The first few lines of Li Bai's "The Hero" are high-spirited and widely known, but the latter part, though less well-known, is the essence of the poem.

The poem's killing intent gradually fades, but the heroic spirit remains, especially the last four lines, which perfectly interpret the indomitable spirit of the hero and the enduring valor, elevating the entire poem to its true climax.

"Even in death, the hero's spirit remains, not ashamed of the world's heroes. Who can write the great treatise, with a white head and the profound principles of the universe?"

Different people have different insights. For the Tian Ce Army, they felt the heroic presence of General Zhao. For those in the martial world, it was the best interpretation of the chivalrous spirit.

"I really want to meet your master. Anyone who can write such a grand poem must be a person of noble character."

Bai Chen smiled bitterly in his heart. This poem was written by a poet from another world, over a thousand years ago, and had nothing to do with his non-existent master.

But the lie had been told, and more lies were needed to cover it up.

"That scoundrel is seducing the young girl again." Qin Kelan, naturally, wouldn't miss such a eavesdropping feast, holding the already awake Yuan He in her arms.

"Aunt, were you also seduced like this?" Yuan He stared with wide, innocent eyes at Qin Kelan.

"You little scoundrel, all of you from the Wuliang Sect are scoundrels." Qin Kelan said with a hateful tone.

Qin Kelan had experienced Bai Chen's methods and was completely overwhelmed, so she deeply detested his three tricks.

"Bai Chen, there are too many mosquitoes here. Let's go for a walk outside."

"Um, okay." Bai Chen saw that Fang Ziyuan seemed to have more to say, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

Although it was improper for a man and a woman to walk alone at night, Bai Chen's heart was clear. He had no ulterior motives towards Fang Ziyuan, and she only had Zhao Mo in her heart, so he wasn't worried about gossip.

"Fang, do you like Zhao Mo?" Bai Chen asked straightforwardly, disliking beating around the bush.

Actually, there was no need to ask; Fang Ziyuan's feelings were as clear as day, even to a blind person on the street.

As soon as Bai Chen spoke, Fang Ziyuan's cheeks turned as red as a ripe persimmon, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Bai Chen, however, was quite open-minded. Although he wasn't an expert in matters of love, he had seen countless movies, TV shows, and novels, and they all followed the same patterns.

"As the saying goes, a man pursuing a woman is like crossing a mountain, but a woman pursuing a man is like lifting a veil..."

"Do you have a solution?" Fang Ziyuan asked, then realized she had spoken out of turn, blushing with embarrassment, almost wishing she could find a hole to hide in.

"Red beans grow in the south, in spring they sprout new branches. I wish you to pick more, for this is the plant of longing. Love between a man and a woman is a long-lasting emotion; there's no need to hide it. Look at me and Kelan, we have no qualms. Do you really want to wait until your hair is white before you express your feelings?"

"I... I don't want to, but Brother Zhao doesn't even acknowledge me..."

Fang Ziyuan bit her lower lip. She was anxious, and Bai Chen's words made her feel even more frustrated.

In fact, it was Bai Chen's earlier words, "Flowers will bloom again, but youth will not return," that deeply touched her, prompting her to put aside her pride and seek Bai Chen's advice late at night.

Of course, a significant part of her motivation was Bai Chen's abilities. Before the battle, Bai Chen and Wumu Zi were still chatting and laughing, and every word he said made Wumu Zi furious.

Then, in the argument with her junior sister, Fang Ziyuan saw Bai Chen's unique and independent thinking.

Bai Chen's unique insights made her want to seek his help.

Bai Chen chuckled, understanding Fang Ziyuan's thoughts. He smiled, taking on the demeanor of a wise sage.

"Seeing Fang's sincerity, I do have some minor skills that might help you."

"Do you really have a solution?" Fang Ziyuan was both surprised and embarrassed.

But at this moment, Fang Ziyuan couldn't afford to be reserved. As Bai Chen said, if she remained reserved, she might truly regret it when her hair turned white.

The sun slowly rose, and the forest was filled with a warm glow. The distant camp was already bustling with activity.

Bai Chen returned to the mountain alone. The smoke had not yet cleared, but A Dai's remains were nowhere to be found.

Bai Chen could only set up a symbolic grave on the mountain and then returned to join the main group.

Bai Chen had learned from Zhao Mo that the Shen Ce Army's arrival was not without purpose. Wumu Zi was just the vanguard, and there would be more significant actions to follow.

Not only the Shen Ce Army, but also various forces and sects in Shu would likely be involved.

Therefore, Bai Chen and Zhao Mo, leading the Tian Ce Army, had to reach Qingzhou City first. One reason was to find Yuan Long and A Lan.

At the same time, Zhao Mo needed to take over the defense of Qingzhou City to prevent any unforeseen events.

However, neither Zhao Mo nor the Tang Sect members were willing to reveal the exact nature of the matter.

Bai Chen suddenly remembered that before they left, Long Xing had told him to visit the Longhu Sect again.

Bai Chen hadn't expected that in just one night, so much had happened, and now he was on his way to Qingzhou City again.

However, the events of the previous night had not escaped the notice of those with ulterior motives.

Especially Bai Chen and the artificial person's night raid on the Shen Ce Army, and Wumu Zi's death, had already spread.

Three hundred miles north of Qingzhou City, at the entrance of the Baihu Sect, the Baihu Sect was extremely powerful, even stronger than the Longhu Sect in Qingzhou City. The sect leader and three elders were all innate experts.

But now, the Baihu Sect was in ruins, with the bodies of the sect members scattered everywhere.

Inside the sect, only three people stood, one of whom was tall, wearing a thin shirt, his muscles exposed, holding a blood-stained broken iron sword, his body radiating a killing aura, his eyes as fierce as a wild beast.

The other person stood beside the tall man, not particularly tall, holding a white fan, dressed in a dashing style, with a handsome face and a smile on his lips, his attire extremely luxurious and spotless.

The third person was covered in blood, panting heavily, his eyes filled with despair, struggling to face the two men.

This person was the Baihu Sect leader, Bai Yao. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair, and he spat out another mouthful of blood: "Why? Why? My Baihu Sect has never offended your Shen Ce Army, why did you exterminate my entire sect?"

"Hehe..." The tall man grinned, his face fierce: "No reason, just itchy hands."

"Those who know the times are wise. Since Sect Leader Bai refused to join the Shen Ce Army, you will be annihilated."

"Tienshu! Yaoguang! You Shen Ce Army will not have a good end!" Bai Yao roared, using his last strength to charge at the two men.

Bai Yao had reached the innate realm thirty years ago and had broken through to the middle innate stage half a year ago. Within a hundred miles, no one could match him. Now, with his life on the line, he unleashed his full power, his move "Tiger Roar in the Mountains" displaying its divine might, with the image of a fierce white tiger appearing behind him.

Yaoguang lightly fanned his white fan, taking a small step back, while Tienshu's eyes were filled with excitement, his massive body stepping forward.

Bai Yao's palms struck Tienshu's chest without hesitation. Tienshu took a small step back, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth, but his smile grew wider.

"Good, you actually managed to injure me!" Tienshu's large hand grabbed Bai Yao's head: "Unfortunately, you don't know that my indestructible golden body grows stronger with each injury, and the more severe the injury, the more powerful my skills become."

Tienshu's hand tightened, and red and white splattered. Bai Yao's body was thrown aside like a rag, and Yaoguang's eyes showed a hint of fear, his white fan not as natural as before.

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