Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2554 Fire Fighting
"When I was very young, he put me in a bag on the back of a horse and took me around the prairie."

Chun Yuye's eyes were lost in memories.

"Because no one taught me, I couldn't speak at that time and my consciousness was very confused."

Because of this, Yun Zhongjun was rarely on guard against him during his childhood.

I guess no one would have thought that he could remember things that happened when he was so young.

"When he went out to look for food, he would tie me to his horse's back and tie the bag tightly. But later I learned to secretly poke a hole in the bag and tie it again before he came back."

Through the hole in the pocket, he gradually discovered Yun Zhongjun's secret.

About once a month, Yun Zhongjun would walk alone into the depths of the grassland and stay there for at least half a day before returning.

When he came back, Yun Zhongjun was extremely tired and had to lie on the haystack for a long time before he could recover.

Although he was young and could not see outside, he developed a keen sense of hearing and touch, and was able to sense a person's flying status by the sound of his breathing.

Every time Yun Zhongjun came back from that place, his breath would be turbid and painful, and he gradually realized that something was wrong when he was young.

"I gradually felt that he must be going to a special place every time, so I tried very hard to see where he went."

Ying Baoyue opened her eyes slightly, "You were really smart when you were a kid."

She had seen Chun Yu Ye's memories. Growing up in such a harsh environment, a normal child would have difficulty even learning to speak, but Chun Yu Ye was born so precocious.

"It was just caused by that person."

Chun Yuye smiled bitterly and his expression became serious, "He has always been very careful, but there was only that one time when he took me to that place."

Ying Baoyue's heart tightened.

"It snowed heavily that day. If he had tied the horse and me to a fixed place, I would have been buried in the snow within an hour. He had no choice but to take me with him."

Chun Yu Ye narrowed his eyes, his breathing became a little rapid because the memories deep in his heart were touched.

Yun Zhongjun was right beside him, he was firmly in the bag and couldn't see the outside world. But from the shaking of the horse's back, he noticed that the horse's hooves stepped on something very soft.

“It was a meadow that was almost a swamp.”

Yun Zhongjun led the horse and took him to the depths of the meadow. Then he felt a squeezing sensation outside the bag, and he realized that he and the horse were submerged in the sticky liquid. Before the mucus seeped into the pocket, his whole body felt lighter.

They came to a new place.

"That place should be very close to the current Zen temple crypt, and it is also underground."

When they reached the underground, Yun Zhongjun left him and the horse there and left alone.

In an unfamiliar environment, the young boy did not dare to act rashly. But after waiting for a long time, he gradually became bolder and quietly reached his hand towards the bag.

But just as he poked the bag open, a big hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed the bag opening.

"Little thing, don't move."

To his ears, which had not yet learned to speak, it was just a series of chaotic sounds. But he froze in the bag.

It is an instinctive reaction of a living creature when faced with danger.

It was difficult for Chun Yu Ye to describe the feeling of shock.

Even though he has now become a second-level practitioner, he still can't help but tremble when he hears that voice in his dreams at midnight.

Ying Baoyue got goosebumps all over her body. "So that person was speaking Xirong language?"

Chun Yuye knew what she wanted to ask and nodded, "It's Xirong language."

One of Ying Baoyue's guesses was wrong. But one cannot judge a person's identity just by language. The secret agents who had been lurking in Xirong all knew Xirong language and looked no different from Xirong people.

"So you didn't see anything?"

Chun Yuye shook his head. He looked deeply into Ying Baoyue's eyes. "Baoyue, let me be clear. My memory is very vague. I cannot tell whether it is true or not."

It is also possible that his father implanted it in his mind using pupil technique.

After all, he was too young at that time.

"Tell me first," Ying Baoyue said nervously. She didn't think Chun Yuye would bring up this memory for no reason. "When the man pinched the bag, I saw the hilt of the sword on his waist."

It was just a very brief glance, but he vaguely saw a cold light flashing under the hilt of the sword.

"That sword seems..."

Chun Yuye frowned, his head felt like it was pierced by needles. He covered his head and whispered, "That sword... has no scabbard."

Ying Baoyue's heartbeat paused for a moment, "What does the hilt of the sword look like?"

Wearing a sword without a scabbard was not a strange thing, but her heart beat faster and faster, and she felt that she was getting closer to a terrible secret.

Chun Yuye lowered his head, his skinny fingers sliding on the ground. After a moment, he finished the drawing. "It should look like this."

Ying Baoyue raised the sword and brought it close to the pattern on the ground. The painting was very simple and only a rough outline could be seen.

But this sword was too familiar to Ying Baoyue.

In the dark cave, the sword fire on the Red Lotus Sword swayed violently, as if blown by a strong wind.

"Baoyue, what's wrong?"

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Chun Yuye fixed his eyes on her face, "Do you recognize this sword?"

Ying Baoyue seemed to be frozen, and he moved his lips, "I know him."

"it is……"

Just as she was about to say the name, Chun Yu Ye's eyes changed and he stood up suddenly.

A sharp howl was heard amidst the sound of wind and snow outside the cave.

Chun Yuye narrowed his eyes, "You found it really quickly."

Ying Baoyue was startled, then looked outside the cave and involuntarily took two steps outside.

Chun Yu Ye looked at her back, his blue eyes dimmed, and then he became indifferent again.

"It's time for you to go," he said calmly, "your spirit is here to take you."

His voice...

Ying Baoyue felt an inexplicable pain in her heart and turned around, "Chun Yu Ye..."

"Even though I don't know whether it's true or not, I have told you something very important." Chun Yuye's eyes fell on the bloodstain on Ying Baoyue's neck, "We are even now."

"Chun Yu Ye."

Ying Baoyue gritted her teeth and stared into his eyes, "Come with me."

The cave was quiet for a moment.

"What?" Chun Yuye narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Master Shao Siming is so kind that he wants to recruit me into his group?"

"Can you wash away my sins and pretend they never happened?"

"This..." Ying Baoyue was speechless for a moment.

Chun Yu Ye's cynical gaze turned cold, and the next moment he spread his huge black wings.

Ying Baoyue’s eyes went dark, and the next moment she was wrapped back in his arms, flying close to the ground and arriving at the cave entrance in an instant.

The wind and snow rushed in violently, and the strong wind stimulated Ying Baoyue so much that he was speechless.

"Chun..."

A big hand grabbed Ying Baoyue's shoulder and pushed him roughly out of the cave.

"You can't even save Chu Yan, how can you take me away from that person?"

The green pupils flickered in the darkness, "Go back."

The young man's pale lips turned red and he spoke something in Xirong language.

Ying Baoyue suddenly opened his eyes wide.