Nightfall

Laughing out Loud

Beigong Weiyang burst into laughter, plucking the strings wildly.

Ximen Buhuo rolled in the aisles, slapping with his vertical bamboo flute.

Sixth Brother grinned, clenching the hammer in his hand.

Wang Chi cracked a smile. The faded flowers on his sideburns looked more colorful.

Mu You was a lady, who didn’t need to be heroic. She didn’t laugh, but her eyes became misty.

The Coalition Army of the West-Hill Palace had arrived in front of them.

However, the disciples seemed not to see them at all. They were all in stitches.

The laughter echoed through the Verdant Canyon and spread along the mountains.

It didn’t matter if they lived or died after today, and whether they could keep the Verdant Canyon or not; as long as the Abbey Dean was defeated, Chang’an would be safe, and the Academy and the Tang Empire could keep the last hope.

What they had protected with their lives in front of the Verdant Canyon for seven days was this hope.

It was no longer a slim chance. It was within their grasp.

More precisely, it was in Fourth Brother’s hands.

Under his brothers and sister’s puzzled eyes, the Fourth Brother walked forward. Looking at the cavalry who surged as flowing molten iron and their sword light hiding in the sky, he lifted the River and Mountain Sandbox.

Fourth Brother became extremely pale and his cheeks instantly became emaciated.

He injected the River and Mountain Sandbox with all his Psyche Power.

It was filled with fine grains of sand.

There were rivers and mountains in the box and each sand represented a mountain peak or a bridge.

The yellow sand billowed in front of the Verdant Canyon, covering the sky and darkening the wilderness.

The West-Hill Divine Palace Cavalry entered the yellow sand and their eyes were blocked, losing their way.

Screams rang out among the yellow sand, as well as the impacting sounds.

A long time had passed, and the sand slowly rested.

It calmed down in front of the Verdant Canyon where many bodies of soldiers and horses were revealed.

The River and Mountain Sandbox could not change the fate of the Academy disciples.

Since the Divine Hall Coalition Army restarted a charge after a small recuperation.

At this moment, a Tang soldier walked out of the mountains.

He looked embarrassed, dirty and was covered with mud, disarmed in torn clothes which had been cut into pieces when he passed through the mountains.

He ran toward the disciples, totteringly and exhaustedly. Even so, he kept running while shouting.

His voice sounded hoarse as if he had not drunk water for days, but in the disciples’ ears, it sounded as clear as a spring.

“I’m Wang Wu, from the second group of the Southern Army Scouting Camp, under orders to support you!”

After that, he could not stand and heavily fell down to the ground, out of breath and unable to stand up.

Wang Chi walked by his side and quickly felt his pulse.