[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 164)

Chapter 164 Desperate Struggle

Wu Yue and Qing'er lay in the grass until 10 AM, but Harina still hadn't appeared.

So ; it seemed she had either been captured or was afraid of attracting the men in black and dared not come to him. He hoped

it was the latter… He thought anxiously. She was a girl who didn't know martial arts; if she were captured

, how would those assassins torture her?

He was burning with anxiety, an urge to find her welling up inside him. Enduring the excruciating pain in his legs, he

struggled to climb onto the horse with Qing'er's help. Looking down at his legs and feet, he sighed deeply. In his

condition, what good would finding her do? He would only be a burden to her.

He glanced at Qing'er, his eyes red-rimmed. In his life on the run, anyone who got involved with him was doomed! He secretly considered

where to place her.

To his surprise, she said, "Next time, it'll be my turn to distract those bad guys for you, young master."

Looking at her small, frail body, Wu Yue curled his lip in disdain, thinking, "Even a blind man wouldn't be foolish enough

to mistake you for me and chase after you!"

After hesitating for a long time, he finally called her to climb onto his horse and spurred it on, slowly making his way northeast.

The jolting on the horse made his legs ache terribly, but he dared not go too slow; if he were discovered by the Embroidered Robe Pavilion again, it

would be troublesome. When passing through the Chahan tribe, he dared not stay overnight at any herder's house, only eating dry rations and

drinking water from the streams to quench his thirst.

Along the way, he and Qing'er hid, quickly finding a place to hide at the slightest disturbance. However, no matter

how cleverly he hid, the black-clad assassins were like a persistent leech, keeping a close watch on him, making it

impossible to escape!

He was utterly baffled. One day, he saw a peregrine falcon swoop down from the sky, swooping down to catch a ground

squirrel. He thought to himself, "With so many ground squirrels on the grassland, no wonder there are so many peregrine falcons. I see one

or two .

" What he didn't know was that the Embroidered Robe Pavilion and the black-clad assassins relied on more than ten well-trained peregrine falcons

circling overhead. No matter where he hid at night, once he and his lover appeared at dawn,

the falcons spot them and fly back to lure their master,

preventing him from escaping his pursuers and keeping him constantly tracked and hunted. Eight days later, at dawn, the sunrise painted the vast grassland golden. The perplexing situation

reappeared . He had learned from Harina to lie on the grass and listen for distant sounds. With

the intuition honed during his long escape, he sensed that the Embroidered Robe Pavilion's group was following him again and preliminarily determined

that they were about seven or eight miles behind, heading in this direction!

He had no choice but to gallop away. The men in embroidered robes and black robes seemed to have scattered in the area,

searching in different directions. Just before noon, two riders suddenly appeared and intercepted him.

With nowhere to run, he refused to back down, roaring, "Girl, hold on tight to my waist!"

He gripped his horse's neck tightly with his left hand, drew his curved sword with his right, and charged at the two with overwhelming force, unleashing a flurry of

slashes !

The black-clad assassins' swordplay was ruthless and unpredictable, each strike aimed at his neck and chest—vital areas. Having followed his elder sister and Sister

Beifeng had learned a fearless swordsmanship, his attacks powerful and awe-inspiring, forcing

the two black-clad assassins to hesitate.

After the first exchange, their horses barely crossed paths due to the momentum of their charge. Because the two

black-clad assassins were charging at him from both sides, his horse could only pass between them. The

galloping charged head-on at great speed, but the black-clad man's attack was even faster. His opponent on the right, after retracting his sword

, suddenly thrust it again at an unbelievable angle, unleashing a flurry of swordplay, aiming for his throat!

This was the consistent style of the black-clad assassins—every move aimed at the opponent's vitals!

Wu Yue was horrified, never expecting his opponent to be so quick in retraction and attack, and with such a bizarre angle—

a diagonal upward thrust from his lower right rear. At this angle, it would be difficult for him to parry with his own sword,

and even if he intercepted it mid-attack, he couldn't stop such a ferocious attack!

Left with no other choice, he turned to his left, raising his right arm. His opponent's sharp sword sliced across his right arm,

then pulled back, drawing blood.

Almost simultaneously, his opponent on the left also thrust out his sword, unexpectedly stabbing towards his left ribcage, the Zhangmen acupoint

—a swift and precise, deadly move! Just then, his body leaned slightly to the left, his right-hand

scimitar too far to reach. Without hesitation, he slashed downwards with his left arm, his left elbow striking his opponent's wrist hard,

almost causing him to drop his sword!

The three horses finally passed each other. Having just dealt with the man in black on the left, Wu Yue felt another

gust He was secretly shocked by the speed of his opponent's reaction; even after slashing his right arm,

the opponent still had time to retaliate. If he turned around to fight back, it would be too late. He could only spur his horse and gallop, lowering his upper body, hoping that Buddha would protect him and prevent

his opponent's sword from reaching him.

But then he heard Qing'er groan behind him, clearly injured!

He was extremely anxious and spurred his horse to gallop, hoping to shake off the two men in black as soon as possible. However, his opponents quickly turned around

and caught up again. With two people on his horse, he was naturally a little slower than his opponents, and the distance between the pursuer and

the fleeing man gradually shortened.

From ten zhang, eight zhang, five zhang, gradually closing to only one zhang,

roughly , Wuyue had no choice but to turn around and face the enemy!

He reined in his horse, standing still in front of the two charging riders. The sword tip on his left, like a golden rainbow piercing the sun, aimed straight for his

forehead, while the sharp blade on his right swept across with a cold light. The ruthless and strange sword strikes, even if they couldn't pierce his

waist and abdomen , causing his intestines to spill out, would certainly injure Qing'er on his back!

In desperation, he attacked without defending, clenching his muscles, gritting his teeth, and stepping on the stirrups to stand up. He used his thick left shoulder and back

to meet the sword tip on his left, and raised his right leg to block the blade swinging from his right. But

then came the sounds of "plop" and "swish" as the sharp blade sliced through flesh. Instantly, his skin was torn open, and blood spurted out!

Behind him, Qing'er cried out in alarm, "Young Master!"

Ignoring the pain, he abruptly tightened his muscles, gripping the sword tip and blade that were embedded within him.

With a swift swing of his curved blade, a flash of cold light, the head of the black-clad man charging from the right fell to the ground. Then, with a powerful roar, he raised his curved blade and

cleaved the head of the black-clad man on the left in two!

In this way, with a desperate swordsmanship that claimed to kill a thousand while injuring eight hundred of his own, he finally slew the two men from their horses. He had exhausted all his strength...

Despite his strength, his body was riddled with sword wounds and he was seriously injured. A large number of pursuers were still closing in, leaving

him no time to rest.

He barely managed to stay on his horse, managing to gather the two horses of the man in black so they could switch mounts during their escape .

Supported by Qing'er, he fled in a northeasterly direction, intending to head straight for Murong's fiefdom. Since he couldn't

shake off , he simply stopped hiding and spurred his horse onward.

This three-horse rotation made them much faster, but the prolonged lack of rest was

unbearable for him, given his numerous injuries. Qing'er's sword wound on her back, though much lighter, hadn't been properly bandaged and

had bled considerably, making her feel very uncomfortable.

By afternoon, they had reached the eastern part of the Khalkha grasslands, where a wide river came into view. Due to

the urgency of the situation, his newly inflicted wounds were hastily bandaged with a piece of clothing torn from his clothes. He

had no medicine to stop the bleeding, and blood had soaked him

. The jolting on horseback had prevented the wounds from closing, and blood was still seeping out.

Feeling a slight sense of safety, he relaxed, but the excessive blood loss caused a wave of dizziness.

He could no longer hold onto the horse's neck, and his body lurched to the side, dragging Qing'er down with him.

A piercing pain shot through him, and cold sweat poured down his body! Besides the pain, panic gripped him. Their rations were long

gone, and they hadn't even had a sip of water during their escape. In addition to the unbearable hunger, his lips were cracked and parched

. Qing'er's condition seemed even worse. Aside from a sword wound to her back, she had given

most of to the young master. Even her childhood begging hadn't left her so hungry!

He and Qing'er struggled to the riverbank and brought their mouths to the water, drinking like wild animals! He found the river water

clear and sweet, even more so than the nectar at the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Banquet!

He drank until his stomach was bulging before stopping. Turning around, he saw Qing'er looking like a pregnant woman, still drinking

non-stop. He quickly stopped her, saying, "Stop drinking! You'll choke to death!"

She lay back with her limbs outstretched and sighed, "That

bowl so delicious! If I could have another bowl now, I'd gladly give up my life!"

Wuyue said weakly and irritably, "Then go back and continue begging. Don't follow me! I've been

having such bad luck lately, it's probably because of your bad luck!"

He had figured out the trick: as long as he didn't hurt her father, she wouldn't get angry no matter how harsh his words were.

Qing'er glared at him, seemingly no longer in the mood to be angry, and after a long silence, she weakly asked,

"Young Master, how do we get there after we cross the river?"

Wu Yue frowned and said, "I'm curious, you left your hometown with your father to escape famine before you could even remember,

so why is your Mizhi dialect still so heavy? Listen to me, I speak standard Mandarin."

Qing'er replied, "I'm used to hearing my father speak, so naturally I have a bit of a local accent. But don't be so smug. Do you want to hear standard Mandarin? Listen carefully and

see if it's even more standard than yours."

Despite being dizzy from hunger, she still had the energy to say a whole bunch of things. Indeed, it was very standard,

and Wu Yue had to admit he was inferior. Qing'er continued, "Having wandered the world for many years, I know

all can speak them better than the locals. Do you believe me, Young Master?"

This girl was really bragging without any basis, and Wu Yue was too lazy to pay attention to her. Qing'er continued relentlessly, first naming

a major place, then speaking in the local dialect. Her Hunan dialect was indeed hotter than a spicy girl's, her Cantonese

more obscure than those who made a living by fishing, and her Sichuan accent more comical than the people of Bashan and Shushui…

The list goes on and on. What could Wuyue say but admit defeat? But every time they argued, she ended up completely

defeated , which was incredibly frustrating! Still feeling resentful, she curled her lip and said disdainfully, "You call that wandering the world? I

think it should be called begging all over the world

!"

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