Chapter 657: Run! Yang Jian!

That rushing river wasn't clean; it seemed some sewage was being discharged into it.

A faint odor wafted from it, the water a mix of black and yellow — the interior couldn't be seen at all.

Moreover, even if specialized tracking dogs pursued by scent, jumping into the river would be enough to thoroughly mask the smell.

Yang Jian's choice was clearly spot-on.

However, this was premised on the pursuers and tracking dogs all being normal people from Homeguard.

Now the scent had been memorized by Howling Celestial Dog.

"Yang Jian, even if you turn to ash, Howling Celestial Dog can dig you out of the ground bit by bit; scattering your ashes into the ocean wouldn't help."

Tang Luo stood by the riverbank, sighing "Time flows on like this river," with absolutely no intention of going down.

It was too foul; naturally he wouldn't go down.

Downstream by the riverbank, Dong Mushuang didn't run; a furtive figure flashed by.

She had recovered, and had no intention of provoking White Beast this dangerous pig's trotter again, but neither did she want to give up Captain this big pig's trotter.

"Why exactly did you betray? Just say it!"

"We've been through life and death together, slaying Heavenly Sharp Star people for so many years — what can't be said?"

"Must you betray alone?"

Actually, Dong Mushuang should count as being on Yang Jian's side; otherwise her choice definitely wouldn't be lingering here watching.

It would be leaving to report to Homeguard.

Howling Celestial Dog let out an awoo, signaling that Yang Jian's scent was already a bit distant.

"Relax, Old Yang is my die-hard fan." Tang Luo rubbed Howling Celestial Dog's head, "I definitely won't give up on him; I'll give recompense."

"Back then he chased me for a hundred and eight thousand li — shows how sincere his feelings were."

"To repay him, today I'll chase him ten thousand li first, spread over eleven days, then throw in a bonus million li."

"A drop of kindness repaid with a gushing spring."

Tang Luo looked toward the distant flowing river, a reminiscent look in his eyes.

I, Tang Xuanzang, always repay kindness!

"Meow meow meow?" Howling Celestial Dog felt something seemed off.

It didn't sound like repaying kindness at all!

"Hm?" Tang Luo raised his tone slightly.

"Meow meow meow!"

Howling Celestial Dog lay down on Tang Luo's shoulder with extremely high difficulty, exposed its belly, and used action to firmly express its support for Tang Luo!

"Good boy."

After entering the mountains, at a fork, there was a stretch of river where the current slowed considerably.

A black figure surfaced.

But looking closely, one would discover this was actually just a piece of clothing.

Not the person himself.

In the river, Yang Jian also had no way to confirm whether pursuers were actually following; he could only use this method to test the waters first.

He wasn't that immortal from back then anymore.

The current him was called Mu Yang, an ordinary person.

After another while, ordinary person Mu Yang poked his head out of the river, swam to shore, and climbed up.

His hat was already gone; slightly long hair hung over his face.

Mu Yang reached back and brushed the hair blocking his eyes behind him.

One could see his eyes were bloodshot — the river water wasn't clean after all, and he couldn't possibly keep his eyes closed while in it.

Most of the time he had to keep them open.

Just bloodshot now — a testament to his physique far surpassing ordinary people.

Worthy of the legendary super soldier who could take on three alone, and a star-grade soldier at that.

Mu Yang's appearance was indeed very handsome — sharp brows and bright eyes, elegant bearing; even now looking wet and rather bedraggled, it didn't diminish his heroic handsomeness.

And at over thirty years old, he already exuded an air of authority and maturity.

Judging by looks alone, one might think he was a young man in his early twenties; but combined with his bearing, this was a handsome mature man.

At the center of Mu Yang's brow was a scar; even after soaking that long in water, it was still faintly red.

Or rather, it appeared faintly red against the surrounding pale, swollen skin.

A vertical scar, about two finger-joints long, still fairly conspicuous.

Mu Yang wiped the water from his face with his hand, his body shook, and quite a few water droplets could be seen flung off.

Not enough to dry completely at once, but enough to not be so wet.

His clothes, relatively waterproof, had also failed after soaking that long in water.

Standing in place, letting the wind dry him, shaking dry, and resting a bit, Mu Yang finally set off.

In the river, he wasn't holding his breath the whole time, but used a small hollow stick, using it occasionally.

Even with his physical ability, he needed to rest a bit, adjust his state.

Now with no pursuers, no need to be so rushed...

Suddenly, Mu Yang's calm face changed; both hands moved behind him, and in an instant two short sticks appeared in his grip.

One was a pointed short stick, the other more normal.

"Come out!"

Mu Yang let out a low shout.

Just now, in that instant, he suddenly had the feeling of being targeted by someone.

He discovered nothing; it was purely intuition, and Mu Yang believed his intuition was not wrong!

"Long time no see." Tang Luo walked out from behind the tree.

"It's you. Who are you, worm? What do you want?" Mu Yang recognized the comer; it was the one who came with Dong Mu Shuang.

He hadn't seen Tang Luo's appearance clearly, but the other's attire was exceptionally eye-catching.

So he recognized him at a glance.

Tang Luo did not answer Mu Yang, staring at him for a while before shaking his head and sighing, in a Chonglou tone of voice: "You, have actually fallen to this state."

Mu Yang did not comment.

Fallen? He didn't think so. If he continued staying in Black Watch, covering his ears, shielding his eyes, killing Sky-Peak Star people, that would be falling to him.

A spiritual falling.

Without a doubt, the two people were "talking" about completely different things.

Yet they unexpectedly matched up.

After cosplaying Chonglou for a bit, Tang Luo ruthlessly made a move, reaching out to grab Mu Yang.

Mu Yang's reaction was not slow; he did not dodge or block, but raised the short staff in his hand to counterattack.

The pointed tip of the sharp short staff stabbed toward Tang Luo's palm, while the other short staff whistled as it smashed toward Tang Luo's waist.

Both became afterimages, showing how fast the speed was, how formidable the power.

However, Tang Luo's palm suddenly appeared before Mu Yang.

Mu Yang's twin short staffs struck empty air directly.

Tang Luo flicked a finger; Mu Yang's head snapped back, his body retreating several steps in succession. He abruptly turned, a streak of dark cold light tearing through the air!

As his body leaned back, Mu Yang reached out, pulling another weapon from the backpack on his back.

At a glance it looked like a sword; the dark blade was quite strange, forming three points and two edges.

Then, his hands became afterimages, instantly assembling the sharp short staff, the short staff, and the strange sword into a three-point-two-edged blade over two meters long.

Turning back was an earth-shattering strike!

Under this one strike, even a Sky-Peak Star person had once been directly cleaved in two by Mu Yang!

"Weapon hasn't changed, good." Tang Luo very calmly reached out, two fingers clamping the blade, pushing forward.

Mu Yang instantly felt a massive force assault him.

He nearly couldn't hold the three-point-two-edged blade in his hand.

And the consequence of forcibly holding on, not letting the weapon leave his hand, was his whole body soaring into the air.

Although relying on agile skill he successfully landed, retreating over a dozen steps without falling.

But tearing pain came from multiple places on his body, qi and blood surging; for a moment he actually couldn't move at all.

Two seconds.

A full two seconds before Mu Yang barely recovered the ability to act.

His heart was filled with shock; a full two seconds — these two seconds were enough for the other party to kill him several times over!

He didn't know why the white-haired person before him hadn't attacked.

Mu Yang's movements were faster than his thoughts.

The three-point-two-edged blade drove into the ground, flicked upward, flinging a large chunk of earth and soil smashing toward Tang Luo.

Not caring how much effect this move would have, Mu Yang's body violently retreated, "kicking up sand" as he retreated.

This person is too strong; he cannot be matched by force!

This action seemed to have a bit of effect; Mu Yang opened a safe distance between himself and Tang Luo, abruptly turned, and was about to flee.

However, if at this time someone really rashly pursued, what they would face would be Mu Yang's returning spear thrust.

This move, too, had once killed a Sky-Peak Star person in one strike!

The prickling sensation on his back gradually disappeared; the other party seemed not to have pursued? After running a distance, Mu Yang abruptly accelerated.

Counting as truly no longer guarding against a possible sneak attack from behind, beginning to flee at full speed.

Just a strategic withdrawal; it doesn't count as anything shameful.

While running, Mu Yang was still pondering Tang Luo's identity.

Worm?

Definitely not; those guys were killed by Black Watch until they had no way to heaven or earth.

They're a bunch of completely hopeless guys; accurately speaking, just some people's chamber pots.

Then this person must be those people's secret weapon!

The large black sword on his back is the greatsword used by Sky-Peak Star people.

Looking across all of Black Watch, no more than five people can use this kind of greatsword; those who can truly wield it as a weapon, not a single one.

Most warriors' weapons are straight sabers, suited for hacking and chopping.

Special weapons like Mu Yang's are rare enough; let alone greatswords.

"Why didn't he kill me? He clearly had the chance."

"Could it be, it's for the sake of..."

A fierce glint flashed in Mu Yang's eyes.

"Old Yang, remember?"

A voice suddenly popped up beside his ear; even with Mu Yang's calm composure, his body tilted, nearly twisting his ankle and falling to the ground.

Fortunately he adjusted quickly, simply turning the tilting motion into a sideways shift, putting distance between himself and the sound source.

From the corner of his eye, Mu Yang saw that guy running right beside him, a reminiscent smile on his face.

"What did you remember?"

Mu Yang said, the other party's attitude was too strange.

So strange that he couldn't help but want to ask.

"Running under the sunset, that's our lost youth." Tang Luo raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

Now it's evening, the afterglow of the setting sun falls on both of them.

It illuminates Mu Yang's face with a hint of red.

"Crazy!"

Mu Yang really wanted to curse, when did I ever run with you under the sunset?

And lost youth?

"Looks like you didn't remember." Tang Luo reached out.

Mu Yang couldn't avoid it, he was patted twice on the shoulder.

"It's okay, there's still plenty of time ahead, I'll still run with you under the sunset, help you recall our youth." Tang Luo raised his thumb and said.

Then, he suddenly stopped, waving his hand behind him.

"Run, Yang Jian!"

He shouted loudly.

Mu Yang almost fell again, his heart suddenly beating rapidly once.

Yang Jian?

Is he talking to me? Why would he call me Yang Jian?

Why does this name sound so familiar to me?