Chapter 210: Love Words in the Clouds
At such an extremely tense moment, one should discuss what to do next, which direction to go. Even if one believed death was certain and wanted to leave behind some resounding last words, one should usually begin by reviewing one’s life—just like what happened on that night long ago when Chen Changsheng was trapped in the Tong Palace by Mo Yu and encountered the Black Dragon.
So Xu Yourong didn’t understand what was wrong with Chen Changsheng.
If she were an ordinary girl, she might have gotten angry, snorted coldly, and turned her face away to ignore him.
But she was not an ordinary girl. She was a girl who, while serving as a reserve Holy Maiden, would still go to the town every ten-odd days to play mahjong and didn’t hesitate to kill the lecherous gambling den boss with a single sword strike. Besides, they had nothing to do in the clouds right now, and although the Holy Light Angel was terrifying, it hadn’t caught up yet.
“I’ve carried you while flying before.”
“After returning to the capital last time, didn’t you try it with Shuang’er?”
“I’m not a red swan, nor a flying carriage.”
Xu Yourong’s tone was still calm, but Chen Changsheng could tell she was starting to get impatient.
He explained, “I just think you’re very skilled at it.”
Xu Yourong said, “I told you, I’ve carried you while flying before.”
Chen Changsheng certainly wouldn’t forget.
Back then in the Zhou Garden, he was chased by Nanke’s twin wings, from the bottom of the lake all the way to the pond on the outskirts of the Never-Setting Sun Grassland. When he burst out of the water, he was already unconscious.
He only learned about what happened afterward from her.
At that time, she had leaped from the Mu Valley, her soul awakened again, and a pair of phoenix wings grew from her back.
Was that how she grabbed him and flew away?
Chen Changsheng still felt a bit awkward.
Any man would probably feel that way being carried by his fiancée like that.
And if she had only done it once, why was her technique so practiced? Did she usually practice it often? What did she practice it for?
Xu Yourong saw his expression and knew what he was thinking. She smiled slightly and said, “Later, while you were unconscious, I carried you quite a few times.”
She was referring to what happened after they entered the Never-Setting Sun Grassland.
At that time, she was gravely wounded, and Chen Changsheng was unconscious. If she wanted to take him away, what else could she do but carry him?
Even though it was carrying him on the ground, not flying, it still came down to the same word: carry.
Chen Changsheng understood and said with some regret, “I carried you on my back back then.”
Xu Yourong said, “You’re taller than me. How could I carry you on my back?”
Chen Changsheng thought that made sense, but then felt it made no sense at all.
Just because he was taller, it wasn’t convenient to carry him on her back, but it was convenient to carry him by the waist?
He thought about it for a long time and concluded that it must have been by grabbing his belt.
That image was truly unsightly, so he fell silent.
Xu Yourong asked, “Your last resort is the Heavenly Book Monolith?”
Chen Changsheng said, “No, it’s you.”
When he gave this answer, he didn’t hesitate at all, didn’t even think about it.
This was truly the cheesiest love talk, and he really acted like a—
Xu Yourong knew he wasn’t.
His answer wasn’t love talk either; it was the truth.
But her face still turned red.
Because her last resort was also him.
This kind of truth that wasn’t love talk, this feeling of being a perfect match, was really quite embarrassing.
She suddenly thought of a question and asked, “Did you know I was coming?”
The battle in the courtyard earlier had many details.
From Chen Changsheng’s responses, it seemed he had been waiting for her to strike.
“On the day Chu Su was driven away, because some things happened, my mind was a bit unsettled, so I didn’t think of it.”
Chen Changsheng said, “Later, when burying Bie Yanghong and Wu Qiongbi, I saw the burn marks in the rock again and guessed you had come.”
Xu Yourong said, “So you’ve been waiting for me to show up?”
Chen Changsheng said, “Since you were in White Emperor City, of course you would appear when I couldn’t hold on anymore.”
This was still the truth, not love talk.
But Xu Yourong’s face turned even redder.
To hide her shyness and the heat in her cheeks that even the cold wind couldn’t cool, she decided to criticize him a bit.
“Then you should have laid out the plan first, so it wouldn’t have been so dangerous.”
Chen Changsheng knew that in terms of deduction and calculation, he was far inferior to her. If she had made today’s plan, the outcome might have been better.
At least they wouldn’t be forced away from the ground now, being chased by that terrifying Holy Light Angel.
The problem was, since she didn’t want to show herself at the time for certain reasons, how could he tell her the plan?
Was he supposed to stand under the big banyan tree with Tang Thirty-Six and shout loudly at the entire capital like they did back then?
Xu Yourong said, “It doesn’t matter whether I knew or not, but there’s one person who should have known in advance.”
Chen Changsheng didn’t understand who she was referring to.
In this complex and extremely dangerous situation, who was more important or more trustworthy than her?
Just as he was about to ask, the environment around them suddenly changed.
The clouds ahead became very thick, even turning into something like quicksand.
Their speed slowed down considerably.
A hint of vigilance appeared in Xu Yourong’s eyes.
Without hesitation, Chen Changsheng waved his left hand, and countless sword intents shot through the air, slashing toward the increasingly thick clouds.
The sword intents continuously cut through the clouds, carving a relatively thin passage in front of them.
Xu Yourong also moved. The true fire of the Heavenly Phoenix emerged from her pure white wings, burning the clouds with a hissing sound.
With a whoosh, they broke through this thick layer of clouds.
The clouds parted.
The sun appeared.
The sun in the sky, unlike how it looked from the ground, had no color—just pure white, emitting infinite rays of light.
The clouds were also white, reflecting the white light, and even the blue sky was stained white.
The two looked around; everything was a vast expanse of white.
The blazing light was very dazzling.
Several dozen miles to the west, there was a very small black dot.
In their eyes, that small black dot quickly enlarged, turning into a figure.
Dressed in a deep blue palace gown, Madam Mu stood on the clouds with her hands behind her back.
Looking at this saintly figure with her dignified bearing, Xu Yourong fell silent.
She hadn’t expected that the White Emperor had already returned from the Falling Star Mountains, yet Madam Mu had come here.
Moreover, Madam Mu reminded her of the woman she admired most in her life.
Even though she knew the situation was still under control, she still felt an extremely strong sense of unease.
Chen Changsheng didn’t know everything, but he was calmer.
“She is not her.”
Only Xu Yourong could understand what he meant.
Chen Changsheng was not intimidated by Madam Mu’s bearing.
He didn’t think Madam Mu was very similar to Heavenly Sea Saint Empress.
The contemporary evaluations of Heavenly Sea Saint Empress could be said to be mixed, and future history books would likely be the same.
But one thing no one dared to deny, not even his teacher Shang Xingzhou.
Her breadth of mind.
This didn’t refer to leniency or compassion, but to vision.
Heavenly Sea Saint Empress had the world in her heart.
Whether she wanted the world to prosper or perish, her gaze was always fixed on the level of the world.
Madam Mu was born noble, held an extremely high status, dared to ally with the demon race, and even colluded with foreign continents, but her gaze was always fixed on the present.
But that didn’t mean she wasn’t powerful enough.
At least Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong couldn’t possibly be her match.
Even if their swords were united, it would be the same.
The clouds stirred again, forming a bulge, then blooming open like petals.
That Holy Light Angel broke through the clouds. (To be continued.)