dognovel Chapter 344 Return to the Barracks
Chapter 344 Return to the Barracks
The moment the morning light pierced through the clouds, the sword god's clothes were already stained with gold.
"Without further delay, prepare to return to the barracks. Your seniors are still waiting for good news from you."
He hovered in mid-air, his Dragon Fang Sword reflecting a rainbow of light under the rising sun. Gu Yang hadn't moved, but his voice was colder than the sword's edge:
"Aren't you leaving yet? Do you want me to fly you there?"
Gu Yang smiled awkwardly and patted Xiao Zi's neck.
Zilong reluctantly spread his wings—although they were called wings, they were actually two light films condensed from lightning, and each vibration would create a tiny arc of electricity.
Hu Qing touched the electric lights out of curiosity, and felt a tingling sensation on his fingertips.
Xiao Zi looked back at Hu Qing with some fear, still remembering the rain of punches from the past.
"Now you know you're afraid?"
Gu Yang proudly grabbed the dragon's horn and said, "When you're not around, Xiao Zi is very rebellious..."
Xiao Zi suddenly turned around and sprayed electric sparks at Gu Yang's face, causing the boy to scream.
It proudly raised its head, but when it caught a glimpse of Hu Qing's half-smile, it shrank its neck as if by reflex.
The memories of being dominated by the Iron Fist are too deep.
"Let's go."
The Sword God snapped his fingers, and three sword energies cut a path through the sea of clouds.
He flew on his sword, but always maintained a speed that Xiao Zi could barely keep up with.
The morning breeze blew past Gu Yang's ears. He was about to describe to Hu Qing the method used by the Sword God to capture him, when he suddenly noticed that the fluctuation of soul power in his dantian became long and steady.
Xiao Zi keenly slowed down the pace of flight, and the lightning on the wing membrane turned into a soft lavender.
Gu Yang gently pressed his abdomen, where he felt a long-lost peace - he hadn't felt so relaxed since Hu Qing was captured.
The sunlight gradually became hotter, stretching their shadows very long.
The figure of the Sword God was looming in front, like a sharp sword cutting through the sky.
Gu Yang looked at the mountains and rivers passing by under the clouds, and suddenly found that Xiao Zi's scales were shining with gorgeous rainbow colors under the sunlight.
The morning light pierced the clouds, dyeing the fog along the nearby coast golden red.
The Sword God's green robe remained motionless in the air current, and his entire body was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, cutting through the sky.
He glanced back and saw Gu Yang lying on the purple dragon's back, his hands tightly grasping the dragon's horns, his hair blown straight by the wind.
"If you delay any longer, you won't be able to reach the military camp tomorrow."
The Sword God snapped his fingers, and a ray of sword energy exploded beside Gu Yang's ear, startling the small purple scales so much that they stood up.
Zilong growled in dissatisfaction, and the lightning pattern on his back suddenly lit up.
Three pairs of translucent wing membranes unfolded from under the ribs, and each vibration sent a purple electric light into the air.
Gu Yang only felt that the scene in front of him suddenly became blurred, and the clouds on both sides turned into streamlined color ribbons - Xiao Zi's speed was more than three times faster than before.
"Slow down! Hu Qing is still..."
Gu Yang looked inward at his dantian and found Hu Qing curled up in the center of his dantian.
The illusory figure was covered with cracks, like a porcelain doll that had been broken and then pieced together.
While sleeping, Hu Qing hugged his knees unconsciously, and his left arm twitched from time to time, as if he was still resisting imagined torture.
Xiao Zi seemed to sense something, and his flying posture immediately became much more stable.
It folded its wing membranes and glided with the help of the airflow, so that Gu Yang on its back could hardly feel the bumps.
The morning light shone through the gaps in the clouds onto the dragon's scales, reflecting a glass-like halo. Occasionally, a few early-rising seabirds would approach curiously, but would be immediately frightened away by the dragon's might.
"Senior Sword God."
Gu Yang couldn't help but shout, "Hu Qing's injury..."
"Can't die."
The figure in front of him said without turning back, "Senior Zheng has prepared the medicine to repair the soul and is waiting for him to return."
Gu Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. At this moment, Xiao Zi suddenly accelerated and caught up, walking side by side with the Sword God.
The purple dragon proudly raised its head, its whiskers dancing in the air, with a hint of showing off.
The Sword God snorted lightly, and a green light suddenly flew out from his sleeves, condensing into a sword energy lotus three inches away from the tip of Xiao Zi's nose.
"Ow!"
Xiao Zi slammed on the brakes, almost throwing Gu Yang out.
"Focus on the journey."
The Sword God raised his lips slightly, "Go back to the barracks early, I have other tasks to do."
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The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky red, and Hu Qing slowly woke up in Guyang's sea of consciousness.
He subconsciously stretched his body, and the long-lost feeling of relaxation almost made him sigh with satisfaction.
The cold touch of the shackles and the foul air in the cell seemed like nightmares from a previous life.
"Awake? How was your sleep?"
Gu Yang's voice came through his consciousness, "If you don't wake up, I'll think your soul power has collapsed."
Hu Qing finally woke up completely and quickly got out from between Gu Yang's eyebrows.
The soul body glowed with a faint white light in the twilight, and was much more solid than before.
He was about to speak when he suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something important.
But then I thought about it and put it out of my mind - what could be more fortunate than breaking free from the cage?
On the distant horizon, the outline of the East China Sea camp gradually became clear.
Smoke rose up, and the aroma of barbecue and rice porridge drifted in the wind.
Hu Qing swallowed unconsciously - although the soul did not need to eat, the memories of gnawing on moldy steamed bread in prison made his consciousness feel hungry.
"Where is Senior Sword God?" Hu Qing looked around and only saw a white shadow in front of him, no human figure.
As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling sword light suddenly exploded in front of him.
The Sword God's figure blurred in the light for a moment, leaving only one sentence:
"Since Hu Qing is awake, I'll go ahead. You guys should follow me as soon as possible."
After saying this, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
"Hey! Wait for us!"
Gu Yang was so anxious that he slapped Xiao Zi's dragon horn, "Chase after them! If you reach the military camp before Senior Sword God, I will find you ten... no, twenty little female dragons!"
Zilong weakly sprayed out a spark of electricity, and the frequency of his wings flapping only increased by a fraction of a second.
It carried Gu Yang on a long flight that day, and the lightning between its scales was as dim as fireflies.
The salty and humid sea breeze blew across Hu Qing's face, carrying with it a familiar fishy and salty taste.
In the distance came the sound of waves crashing against the shore, exactly as I remembered.
He looked at the gate that was becoming increasingly clear, and suddenly felt a little dazed - when he left before, had he ever thought that he would return in this state?
In front of the military camp gate, two familiar figures had been waiting for a long time.
Elder Han's figure glowed coldly in the twilight, while Elder Yan paced back and forth without stopping, completely unaware that the pipe in his hand had been extinguished long ago.
When Xiao Zi's figure finally appeared in their sight, the two old men ran forward at the same time, their steps even faster than when they were young.