737 A Bright Moon Rises from the Mountains (2/2)
”The Academy and the Divine Hall were once equals in Talisman Taoism. But since Senior Brother Yan Se died, we've become weaker than them. Moreover, because building is harder than destroying, we need time to make it through the gorge.”
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation said, ”We only need a narrow path.”
The Divine Talisman Master asked, ”Why not go around the mountains?”
The Great Divine Priest answered, ”We don't have time.”
Everyone fell silent.
Then the Talisman Master said, ”Well, let's die here.”
The Great Divine Priest said after a while, ”Haotian will remember you. We will meet in Heaven soon.”
While they were thinking of how to get through the Verdant Canyon, the Papal Cavalrymen who were cleaning it had entered a sandstorm near the mouth of the gorge.
A moment later, there was a sharp roaring sound and a man was blasted away out of the sand-filled air, fell down to the ground, and died.
Next, several explosions densely rang out and the Papal Cavalrymen were blasted away, falling to the ground one by one.
The Martial Arts masters who were hunting down the Divine Talisman Masters of the Academy were also blasted away and died.
The ground outside the Verdant Canyon was covered with blood and corpses.
The West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army was shocked when they saw the corpses and they all turned to the mouth of the gorge.
It was still dark and covered with smoke and dust, which like a heavy fog in winter or a thick stormcloud in summer, enveloping the wilderness like night.
A melodious tweedle came out from inside the smoke and dust.
A few moments later, a low sound of flute joined in.
Someone was singing a song along with the music.
”The bright moon rises over the Green Mountains, amidst a boundless sea of clouds it waxes and wanes.
”The wind gusts through and continues for thousands of miles, all the way past the Gate of Nanyang.
”Heaven blocked the human's way when the enemy coveted the shores of the Sishui River.
”For so long it had been a war zone, that had not allowed anyone to return safely.”
The singing was not graceful at all, and it was just mechanically repeating the sentences.
”The bright moon rises over the Green Mountains...
”For so long it had been a war zone, that had not allowed anyone to return safely.”
For so long it had been a war zone, that had not allowed anyone to return safely.
The song echoed through the wilderness. Its simple words told of how magnificent the moon shone on the battlefield.
It was mellifluous but sounded heroic.
A high crown emerged in the dark smoke and dust and carried off the night's color.
A man wearing a high hat came out of the sandstorm.
He naturally put his hands behind his back, his sleeves waving like clouds.
He looked serious and honest with a perfect posture.
He concentrated on every step he took, each having the same distance between them.
A beautiful woman wearing a pomegranate-red skirt followed him, carrying an embroidery frame in her hands and a bag on her shoulder, curiously staring at the mighty army opposite her.
She was the Seventh Sister of the Academy, Mu You.
Beigong Weiyang came next, holding his qin and plucking the strings with his fingers.
Ximen Buhuo appeared with his vertical bamboo flute, deeply frowning.
The Fourth Brother came after him with a Sandtable. He was annoyed by the music, which disturbed his deduction.
The last one was the Sixth Brother, who had a carrying pole on his shoulder.
On one end of the pole, a burning furnace was hanging, and on the other end, there was a heavy box that could contain many things.
The man coming out of the mountains like a shining moon illuminated the dark wilderness.
He had to be the Second Brother of the Academy.