novelSusiti Chapter 487 Barren mountains, howling winds, torrential rain, dilapidated temples—that's the fe
Chapter 487 Barren mountains, howling winds, torrential rain, dilapidated temples—that's the fe
Qin Mu rode his horse swiftly northward.
The official road gradually narrowed, and the trees on both sides changed from neat rows of roadside trees to messy shrubs and weeds.
Although winter is approaching, the plants are withering, the branches are bare, and the withered yellow grass leaves are shivering in the wind, which has a unique desolate feel to it.
The vast sky, the gray-yellow wilderness, and the howling north wind only served to highlight the bleakness and long journey they were on, much like the chivalrous tales of swordsmen wandering the world in ancient books.
Qin Mu rode his horse very fast.
Horse hooves pounded across the withered grass, sending grass clippings flying.
As we waded across the shallow stream, water splashed everywhere.
As you drive over the gravel-strewn mountain road, the stones make a clattering sound.
He felt the wind whistling past his ears, his clothes fluttering in the wind, a beautiful woman in his arms, and people following behind him. An unprecedented sense of joy welled up in his chest.
At that moment, he truly felt like he was roaming the martial world with a sword, seeking righteous vengeance and justice.
Han Xin'er sat in front of him, initially so nervous that her whole body stiffened, her hands gripping the saddle tightly, not daring to lean against him.
But as the horse sped up and the wind grew stronger, her body instinctively shrank back, nestled against that broad and warm chest.
Her gaze fell on the rapidly receding scenery ahead, and her eyes grew brighter and brighter.
For a moment, she forgot about the changes in her family and even her fear of Qin Mu.
All that remained in her heart was the wind rushing towards her, the road that stretched endlessly, and the imperial city that seemed to recede further and further away.
She suddenly had a feeling, like she was adventuring in the world with her savior.
A young girl's feelings are always like this: the chivalrous heroes and beauties, swordsmen and wanderers she has read about countless times in books, now seem to have truly fallen on her own body.
Her lips unconsciously curled up, and her eyes sparkled with excitement, like two brightened stars.
The other four women followed behind.
As Jiang Zhaoyue rode on her horse, a faint smile played on her lips as she gazed at Qin Mu's retreating figure ahead, her heart filled with peace.
Yunluan placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, her gaze sweeping warily across the mountains and forests on both sides. No matter when or where, she would never let her guard down.
Yun Suxin followed in the middle of the group, her face calm, but her heart was churning with indescribable complex emotions.
As she watched the man gallop away on horseback, she recalled the days when she rode alone through the mountains and fields of the southwest. Back then, she was the Moon Goddess, the Moon Goddess who controlled hundreds of thousands of believers.
Now, she has become a shadow following behind others.
Xu Fenghua lagged behind, her brows slightly furrowed.
She dared not ride too fast, gripping the reins tightly with both hands, her body swaying gently with the rise and fall of the horse's back, the movement small and very restrained.
She was worried about the baby in her belly and dared not let the horse run too bumpy.
Her only consolation was that she still possessed cultivation, which allowed her to channel her inner energy between her legs and the horse's back to stabilize her body and reduce the jolting.
Otherwise, she really wouldn't dare to ride so fast.
After passing through a stretch of mountain forest, the view suddenly opened up before us.
A fork in the road appeared ahead.
One is a wide avenue with a smooth surface, stretching into the distance, like the main trunk of an official road.
The other path was a narrow, winding path that led deep into a dense forest, overgrown with weeds, and it was impossible to tell if anyone had ever walked there.
Qin Mu pulled on the reins, and the horse neighed loudly, its front hooves raised high, and came to a steady stop at the crossroads.
He looked around, his gaze settling on the path, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.
He took out a copper coin from his pocket, tossed it in his hand, and then tossed it to Jiang Zhaoyue.
"Drop a copper coin. If it faces forward, go down the main road; if it faces backward, go down the side road."
Jiang Zhaoyue took the copper coin, her lips curving upwards, her eyes filled with joy.
She knew that His Majesty was just playing around, enjoying this unknown and carefree feeling.
She clasped her hands together, held the copper coin between her palms, shook it gently, and then tossed it into the air.
The copper coin tumbled in the air, shimmering with golden light in the setting sun, before bouncing once on the ground, rolling twice, and settling among the withered grass.
The back side is facing up.
Qin Mu smiled, a genuine smile filled with childlike excitement.
"Okay. Let's take the back path then."
He turned his horse around and galloped ahead towards the path.
The path was rugged and uneven, overgrown with weeds and littered with pebbles, making a clattering sound as horses trod upon it.
The trees on both sides grew denser and denser, their branches intertwining and cutting the sky into countless tiny fragments.
The setting sun slanted in from the west, filtering through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled light and shadow on the ground, golden and shimmering, like scattered gold dust.
The light and shadow moved and changed constantly as the horses moved forward, creating a unique atmosphere.
At this moment, the sun was setting, and the clouds on the horizon were dyed a magnificent orange-red, as if someone had spilled a palette of paint.
The evening breeze carries the fresh scent of grass and trees and the aroma of earth, which is refreshing and invigorating.
Qin Mu was in a good mood, and the smile on his lips was always there, he couldn't suppress it.
He felt like a knight-errant from ancient books, riding his horse across the land, doing whatever he pleased.
Unfortunately, the weather turned bad, and before Qin Mu could enjoy the view for long, the sky suddenly darkened.
Large swaths of dark clouds surged in from the west, like ink dripping into clear water, spreading rapidly and obscuring half the sky.
The setting sun was swallowed by dark clouds, and the orange-red glow disappeared, replaced by a heavy, oppressive gray-black.
A fierce wind was blowing in the mountains, howling through the trees and rustling the leaves like a thousand horses galloping.
The air was filled with a damp, earthy smell, a sign that a heavy rain was coming.
Yun Luan frowned, spurred her horse forward, and came to Qin Mu's side. Her gaze swept across the increasingly dark sky, and her voice was clear and steady.
"Young master, it looks like it's going to rain. Let's find somewhere to take shelter."
Qin Mu nodded, his gaze sweeping over the trees ahead, the smile on his lips deepening.
He raised his hand and pointed forward.
"Isn't there somewhere ahead where we can take shelter from the rain?"
Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing and were all stunned.
Not far ahead, at the edge of the woods and around the bend in the mountain valley, the outline of a dilapidated temple can be vaguely seen.
The roof is covered with gray-black tiles, the walls are mottled, and the upturned eaves are covered with withered grass, swaying precariously in the wind.
The temple was small, standing there all alone, like an old beast lying on the ground, asleep for many years.
Qin Mu's eyes suddenly lit up, like two children who had discovered a treasure.
He had a strong feeling.
In the desolate wilderness, amidst dark clouds and fierce winds, in a dilapidated temple, and then a torrential downpour, if you encounter some other people in the temple, isn't this the standard setup for a martial arts novel?
That felt so good!
He laughed and gently squeezed the horse's belly.
"Walk!"
The horse neighed loudly, reared up, and galloped toward the dilapidated temple.
Behind them, Jiang Zhaoyue, Yun Luan, Xu Fenghua, and Yun Suxin quickly followed.
The rapid, chaotic sound of horses' hooves echoed through the mountains and forests, startling several crows perched on branches, which fluttered and flew towards the increasingly dark sky.
The wind picked up, making the hem of our clothes flutter loudly.
The dark clouds pressed down even lower, almost touching the treetops.
A rumbling sound of thunder came from afar, booming like someone on the horizon beating a giant drum.
Heavy rain is coming.