[Free] Real Flirting Photos of Beautiful Women a A few guards looked up just in time to see the scene: Zhanran, holding the Young Miss in one arm and wielding his sword in a dazzling blur with the other, burst from the woods, his back riddled with arrows.
A host of figures pursued relentlessly, their scarlet robes a constant source of motion as they drew and loosed arrows, sending down a torrent of dark shafts that coalesced into an arrow storm engulfing Zhanran.
Li Muchen burst from the trees and shouted, "Qingyun!" Gong Qingyun, locked in combat, glanced over and her expression shifted instantly.
She pressed her crimson lips together, fluidly shifted her stance, and swept past her opponent, her sword light blossoming like petals, consuming the middle-aged man.
Without pausing, she moved onward, drifting like a wisp of white cloud—slow in appearance, swift in reality—crossing dozens of zhang in an instant.
She surged into the downpour of black shafts, arriving behind Li Muchen, and swung her sword to form a curtain of light shielding his rear.
She glanced sideways and saw Li Muchen’s back, bristling with goose-feathered arrows like a porcupine, causing her to gasp sharply, her heart plummeting like a stone dropped down a well.
She turned again and saw his profile: his sword flashed like lightning as he focused purely on charging forward, his expression utterly calm.
Her eyes unexpectedly welled with painful emotion, tears pricking, and her sword-light faltered for a fraction of a second.
Several black shafts shot toward her on the wind.
A silver cascade flashed out, sweeping the dark shafts aside, and Li Muchen's voice carried back, "Qingyun, watch out!" In that instant, a gap opened before him, and two dark shafts pierced through.
He twisted, offering his back to the blow, and the shafts sank deeply into his flesh.
He spun back around instantly, his footwork unwavering, as if the goose-feathered arrows had struck something other than his body.
In that brief spell, a layer of dark vapor coated his pale white face, like storm clouds gathering over a clear sky.
Mei Ruolan’s fair face also darkened.
She struggled, withdrawing a porcelain vial from her robes, tipping out two crimson pills.
She swallowed one and pressed the other to Li Muchen’s lips.
Li Muchen opened his mouth and swallowed, his sword whipping like lightning, and within moments, he was closing in on the guards, barely ten zhang away.
Having done this, Mei Ruolan leaned back, breathless, closing her eyes to conserve energy, sighing internally: how vicious was the Blood Sect; the poison on those arrows was overwhelmingly potent; even the Fragrant Snow Pill might not suffice.
Xiao Yuan suddenly whipped her head around and cried out in alarm, "Miss! Zhanran!" Terror seized her, making her voice shrill and thin, piercing everyone’s eardrums.
People turned to look, and they saw the pair. "Xiao Yuan, come here!" Li Muchen commanded sharply.
Xiao Yuan abandoned her current opponent and leaped over, positioning herself just behind Gong Qingyun, sandwiching Li Muchen between them.
She continued to swing her sword while demanding, "What happened?!" Li Muchen finally stopped, leaning on his sword, his face an eerie blend of pure white shot through with faint blackness, like gray dust smudged across fine jade.
Seeing his appearance, Xiao Yuan knew he was running the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art; the blackening was surely a sign of poison.
Li Muchen shook his head, cupped his hands, lifted Mei Ruolan, and handed her over to Xiao Yuan: "Protect the Young Miss!" Xiao Yuan quickly took her charge.
Fortunately, her build was similar to Mei Ruolan’s, allowing her to hold her.
She kept her other hand busy, her sword-curtain clashing against the dark shafts with ringing sounds.
In the intervening time, over a dozen archers caught up, forming a circle about five or six zhang away, firing continuously, their eyes cold and ruthless.
Xiao Yuan was shocked to see Mei Ruolan’s face darkening.
Filled with worry and concern, she looked at her and called out softly, "Miss? Miss?" Mei Ruolan slowly opened her eyes and smiled faintly, "Mm, not dead yet...
Xiao Yuan, tell Elder Ouyang and the others to consolidate their defense...
and put me back in the carriage." "Yes, Miss!" Xiao Yuan nodded vigorously, then shouted, "Elder Ouyang! Elder Ouyang! The Miss commands retreat to the carriages and form a defensive circle!" "Yes!" Elder Ouyang's voice boomed from a distance, immediately followed by an order: "Mei Manor disciples, fall back in sequence and surround the Miss's carriage!" "Yes..." The guards responded one by one, their sword-lights flaring up.
They retreated slowly, showing no sign of panic, displaying excellent training, subtly radiating the discipline of a military formation.
Li Muchen pressed his sword hilt, straightened his back, took a deep, slow breath, and smiled faintly, "Qingyun, Xiao Yuan, you take the Miss back.
I have something to attend to!" "Zhanran!" Xiao Yuan looked at him with deep concern.
Li Muchen sheathed his sword, then bent down.
A sword lay near his feet; he picked it up, gave it a light shake, and smiled with casual grace: "Don't worry.
I'll be right back.
Keep the Young Miss safe!" Saying this, he dissolved into a puff of clear wind and slipped out from the black shadow in an instant.
He raised his right hand, sending a swarm of tiny pebbles flying out in a fan shape.
After flying out, these pebbles shattered again, splitting from one to two, then two to four, shooting out like arrows.
The archers scattered to dodge, and their firing momentarily slowed.
Li Muchen, having been unable to spare attention while holding Mei Ruolan and fighting with one hand, finally vented his pent-up fury.
Arrows flew toward him from behind, but he spun and cut them down with his sword.
The archers on the other side were dodging the pebble attack and couldn't shoot, greatly easing the pressure on him.
His movements were spectral; he used this opportunity to close the distance.
His sword light was blinding, and he instantly killed one archer before the man could even draw his blade.
Executing this strategy—a cloud of pebbles blanketing an area, followed by a swift advance—he killed another. "Go!" Sensing the situation turning sour, someone shouted.
The dozen or so archers retreated toward the woods, firing as they went, the goose-feathered arrows forming a barrier to halt his pursuit.
Li Muchen swung both swords, the blades forming a circular shield of light, leaving no vulnerability.
His speed was astonishing, charging relentlessly, outpacing the archers until he caught up and cut down several more.
For this group, he was determined to kill them all: first, they were too dangerous a threat; second, they had harmed Mei Ruolan; and third, the arrows were poisoned, requiring an antidote.
He drifted like the wind, his movements ghostly.
The archers scattered to flee, but he chased them down one by one; none escaped.
Li Muchen searched the bodies and found several items, including dozens of porcelain vials, which he saw were colored in three distinct shades.
He found three survivors and tested the vials on them one by one, securing the antidotes.
Then he left the woods and rushed toward the carriages.
The guards had already formed a protective circle and were seated on the grass.
The enemy had retreated, but the air was still thick with the scent of carnage.
Everyone’s expression was grim, devoid of relief.
The ground around them was littered with fallen comrades, some dead, others gravely wounded, punctuated by stifled moans.
Seeing Li Muchen appear, Elder Ouyang stepped forward and said slowly, "Zhanran, come inside.
The Young Miss has been waiting for you." His clothes were slightly dishevelled, his face heavy, and his demeanor even colder.
Li Muchen nodded to him and stepped into the circle.
Xiao Yuan lifted the curtain and hurried, "Zhanran, quickly!" Li Muchen lifted the curtain and stepped into the carriage cabin, where a faint, delicate fragrance greeted him.
When the others saw his back bristling with goose-feathered arrows, like a hedgehog, their complexions changed.
Such grievous wounds, yet Zhanran appeared completely composed, as if unconcerned—truly a man of iron will! Inside the cabin, Mei Ruolan lay on the front couch, several goose-feathered arrows lodged in her chest.
Gong Qingyun was bent over, pressing her palm to Mei Ruolan’s sternum, white vapor steaming from her head as she circulated her internal energy.
Xiao Yuan, her eyes red and tearful, choked out, "Zhanran, Miss is going to...
what do we do?" Gong Qingyun slowly withdrew her jade palm, straightened up, and looked over, murmuring, "Zhanran, before she lost consciousness, the Miss ordered you to take charge." Li Muchen took a porcelain vial from his robes, tipped out a single jade-green pill, and pressed it to Mei Ruolan’s lips: "This is the antidote!" Gong Qingyun and Xiao Yuan both sighed in relief.
Xiao Yuan quickly moved to pour tea, but Li Muchen said, "Is there any wine?" Xiao Yuan blinked, sniffed, "Elder Ouyang has some!" "Fetch some," Li Muchen instructed.
Xiao Yuan turned and lifted the curtain, returning shortly with a wineskin.
She opened it and poured a full cup; the aroma of wine immediately filled the cabin.
Li Muchen pointed to the tea cup: "Take a sip, and feed it to the Miss." Xiao Yuan obeyed, taking a large mouthful of wine, then bent down to meet Mei Ruolan’s delicate mouth, slowly passing the liquid over.
Li Muchen then said, "Qingyun, help the Miss process the medicine's power." Gong Qingyun nodded, placing her palm over Mei Ruolan’s Tanzhong point, slowly channeling a thread of inner force to help break down the medicine and circulate it throughout the body.
Li Muchen let out a long breath and said softly, "She should wake up soon." He had succeeded in his charge.
If anything had happened to Mei Ruolan, he would have borne endless guilt, unable to find peace his entire life, creating a psychological demon that would have prevented any further progress in his Buddhist cultivation—rendering life meaningless.
Xiao Yuan quickly asked, "Zhanran, the arrows in your body...?" Li Muchen shook his head and laughed, "It's nothing; it won't kill me!" Xiao Yuan bent over to look, her face wrinkling in distress at the sight, and she watched him with deep worry.
Li Muchen smiled, "I practice the Vajra Indestructible Art; it's fine." Xiao Yuan bit her lip and shook her head, clearly unconvinced.
Even with the protection of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, how could being pierced by more than a dozen arrows leave one truly unharmed?! Gong Qingyun let out a soft breath, withdrew her hand, and gazed at him steadily, her bright eyes shining clearly.
Li Muchen said, "Xiao Yuan, have them bring the injured up one by one." Xiao Yuan paused, then understood; she knew he possessed a life-saving technique.
But she didn't move, shaking her head: "Zhanran, your life is in danger now, how can you possibly save others?!" "Go quickly!" Li Muchen said gently.
Xiao Yuan was extremely reluctant, torn between worry and urgency, staring fixedly at him. "Go on, be obedient!" Li Muchen insisted softly.
Though his voice was mild, Xiao Yuan recognized the gravity in it; she couldn't refuse and looked to Gong Qingyun.
Gong Qingyun sighed and nodded.
Li Muchen sat down cross-legged at the edge of the carriage, just behind the bead curtain, one slight shift away from dismounting.
He possessed the Scripture of Observing Heaven, Man, and Divine Illumination, so he did not take the arrow wounds seriously.
Furthermore, he felt vitality surging within him, meaning he was not in critical condition, whereas the injured could die at any moment.
Xiao Yuan also sighed, bit her lower lip, and jumped down.
Moments later, Elder Ouyang approached and stood outside the carriage curtain: "Zhanran, I trouble you." He nodded: "Elder Ouyang, bring them up according to the severity of their injuries." "Very well." Elder Ouyang nodded and soon returned carrying a middle-aged man, setting him down before Li Muchen.
He had heard Xiao Yuan mention Li Muchen's secret method of healing, and though he remained skeptical, Li Muchen's previous composure had strengthened his confidence somewhat, so he brought the man forward.
This middle-aged man had been run through the heart with a sword and was barely breathing.
Logically, a wound this severe should have meant instant death.
That he still held a breath indicated immense vitality and an indomitable will to live.
Li Muchen raised both hands level before his chest, employing the Technique of Guiding the Crane to Replenish Oil.
He tapped lightly a few times, then slowly withdrew his hands, saying softly, "It is done." Elder Ouyang, standing outside the curtain, caught a glimpse of the process and gasped involuntarily, "That's Crane Guiding..." "Elder Ouyang, silence!" Li Muchen interrupted him.
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