Journey to the Mysterious Sea

The wind and rain were heavy, and the dark sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand. The bean-sized raindrops hit the ground violently like dense arrows. The muddy land outside the open space had already been completely changed by the raging storm. The bumpy ground was filled with rainwater and was in a mess.

The clothes worn by the people on horseback had long been soaked by the rain, and the heavy dampness seemed to be crushing their bodies. Their expressions varied, some were exhausted, some were full of worry, and some were furious.

Chao Yiting frowned, and her eyebrows seemed to carry the heaviness of her heart. Her eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and helplessness, and her originally bright eyes now seemed a little dim. She said calmly: "I am not thinking about that man. I haven't seen him for a long time. Now I am just tired of this kind of life. The wilderness is what I want to go to." There was a bit of firmness in her tone, and that firm tone seemed to be announcing to fate that she had a clear direction for her future and no one could stop her.

Guang Shichen was so angry that his face turned red when he heard this. His red face was like a ripe apple or a burning flame. His eyes seemed to be spurting out raging fire, and his anger almost swallowed up his reason. He shouted angrily: "Go back, all of you! You cowards, when you go back, just be the rats in the sewer. You are only fit to live in that dark and damp place! Let's see in ten years, whether I can make a name for myself or you cowards can't even have food to eat!" His voice echoed like thunder in the wind and rain, with endless anger and unwillingness, and the voice seemed to break through the wind and rain and reach the sky.

After hearing this, Cang Weimin's anger instantly burned in his heart like a raging flame. He clenched his fists tightly, and because he was too strong, his knuckles turned pale, as if the blood in the joints was squeezed out by the anger. He was trembling all over, and the anger seemed to tear his body into pieces. He jumped off the horse, and his feet landed heavily on the muddy ground, splashing a pool of dirty mud. He took heavy steps, step by step, approaching Guang Shichen, each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, and the firm steps seemed to tell of his inner anger and determination.

Seeing this, Guang Shichen also jumped off his horse. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and his panicked expression was like that of a frightened beast. But soon, he regained his composure, lowered his head in silence, as if waiting for the coming storm. Cang Weimin threw a few punches without hesitation, and his fists were as fierce as a gale with his anger and dissatisfaction. Each punch hit Guang Shichen's face solidly, making a dull sound. Guang Shichen's face instantly became red and bruised, and the purple color spread across his face like a cruel painting. But he endured it silently, as if he wanted to use this silence to fight all this.

After the fight, Cang Weimin turned around and looked at Chao Yiting. His eyes were full of determination, and that determined look seemed like a beam of light in the darkness, illuminating the way forward. He shouted, "Let's get out of here." His voice was particularly clear and powerful in the wind and rain. Chao Yiting's eyes revealed determination, and she nodded vigorously. The nod was crisp and clear, as if she was saying goodbye to her past life completely. So, the two turned around without hesitation and stepped into the wind and rain. Their figures gradually went farther and farther in the wind and rain, until they disappeared in the hazy rain curtain, leaving only a string of deep footprints to witness their determination.

Guang Shichen stood alone in the rain, the cold rain hitting him mercilessly. The rain stung his skin like ice spikes, slid down his cheeks, mixed with the blood on his face, dripped onto the muddy ground, and blossomed into scarlet flowers. He raised his head silently, looking at the backs of his companions going away, his heart full of loss and self-doubt. His eyes were full of confusion and pain, as if he was lost in this vast wind and rain. He began to doubt whether what he had been insisting on was meaningful and valuable. At that moment, he seemed to feel that he was abandoned by the whole world, and loneliness and helplessness surged into his heart like a tide, drowning him in endless darkness.

At this moment, a deep and distant horn sound pierced the stormy night sky. The horn sound seemed to come from the abyss of ancient times, carrying a mysterious and awe-inspiring power, spreading in the air. This sound was like an ancient spell, or the murmur of history, full of unknown magic.

At this time of raging winds and heavy rain, the sound of the horn seemed particularly desolate. It was like a sad elegy, crossing the barriers of time and space, and echoing between heaven and earth. Every note seemed to carry endless vicissitudes and sorrows, which made people feel sad.

Guang Shichen was originally immersed in his own thoughts, but was awakened by the sudden sound of the horn, and came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream. The confusion and helplessness in his eyes rekindled a glimmer of hope the moment he heard the horn. The flame of hope flickered in his eyes, although weak, it burned tenaciously, like a bright lamp in the darkness, illuminating the way forward for him.

He quickly jumped on the horse, his movements were swift and decisive. He squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse neighed in pain and rushed forward. The horse's hooves galloped on the muddy road, splashing muddy water. Under the baptism of wind and rain, muddy water splashed everywhere, leaving a series of blurred traces behind, as if they were tears of the earth, telling the suffering and vicissitudes of this world.

Soon, Guang Shichen arrived at a stronghold. This stronghold was hidden in a dense forest. The forest was like a green barrier, isolating the stronghold from the noise and disturbance of the outside world, making it particularly quiet. The trees around the stronghold were tall and straight, and their branches and leaves intertwined to form a natural canopy. In the wind and rain, the leaves rustled, as if they were the whispers of nature.

Most of the tasks of the Chu State were dispatched here, and some important news from the upper level would also be conveyed here. Guang Shichen pulled the reins under the notice board and turned over to get off the horse. His clothes had long been soaked by the rain and stuck tightly to his body. The damp and cold feeling made him shiver. The rain dripped down his hair and his face was hurt by the rain, but he didn't care about these physical discomforts.

He walked towards the sign with a firm step, his eyes full of tension and anticipation. His heartbeat quickened, as if he could hear his heartbeat echoing in his ears. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then carefully read the contents of the sign.

When he saw the news clearly, he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet. The chill quickly spread to his whole body like a poisonous snake, making his scalp numb. It turned out that the Chu court wanted to severely punish those deserters! This news was like a bolt from the blue, filling his heart with fear and anxiety. His face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with despair.

He didn't know where his future would lead him, as if he was in a dark maze and couldn't find a way out. He felt his world collapse in an instant, and all his hopes vanished at this moment. His body trembled involuntarily, and the fear in his heart made it almost impossible for him to stand.

Guang Shichen stood in front of the sign blankly, his mind in a mess. He thought of his family and friends, and their faces kept appearing in his mind. He didn't know what his fate would be, nor did he know how to face this cruel reality. He felt so small and helpless. In this turbulent era, he seemed like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind, unable to control his own destiny.

The rain was still falling, hitting his body and his heart. He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness. He didn't know when the rain would stop, nor did he know if there was still hope for his future.