A special forces soldier traveled through time and space to become a genius of literature and martia

A few days later, Murong Xuanyi led a large group of people and set out on the road to the south. Wherever they passed, Murong Xuanyi ordered people to investigate carefully. Every time they arrived at a city or town, he personally took Yuan Ying's portrait and asked everyone if they had seen him.

Everyone looked at each other, then shook their heads, their eyes full of confusion and doubt, and said in unison that they had never seen it before.

Murong Xuanyi looked at the faces of the people who were shaking their heads, feeling very disappointed.

He said helplessly: "Is it true that no one has seen her? Has all this search been in vain?" His voice was filled with fatigue and unwillingness, and his eyes were full of frustration.

Jiang Chong and Xie An looked at each other and stepped forward to comfort him:

"Master, please don't lose heart. We will definitely find the princess. Maybe we haven't found the right place yet, or maybe the princess has intentionally concealed her whereabouts."

Although they were trying to comfort her, there was a hint of powerlessness in their voices. After all, several months had passed since the princess left, but they still hadn't received any news about her.

They couldn't imagine how desperate their prince would be if the princess really couldn't be found.

Murong Xuanyi was silent for a long time, slowly put away the portrait, took a deep breath and said: "Continue to the south."

No matter where she is, he will find her.

After saying this, he climbed onto the horse. His posture was still upright, but his lonely back seemed to carry a heavy weight.

The large group of people continued to move forward southward, with the sun high in the sky and the dust flying high.

At Yuan's Mansion, Hua Qiansong was filled with worry and self-blame when he learned that Murong Xuanyi had gone to look for Yuan Ying.

He knew that Yuan Ying had made up his mind when he left, but how could Murong Xuanyi give up so easily?

"Song'er, where would Xiaoying go? It's so dangerous for a woman to be alone outside."

Madam Hua said with a worried look on her face, clasping her hands together and praying devoutly for the protection of the Bodhisattva, "Bodhisattva, please protect the little eagle and let her return home soon.

Hua Qiansong's face was also full of worry. He frowned and said softly, "Mother, don't worry. I have sent people to search the surrounding towns and also sent messages to old friends in the martial arts world, but there is still no news. However, Xiaoying is smart and capable, so he will be fine!"

When Madam Hua heard this, tears welled up in her eyes: "This child, how could she be so stubborn? She and Xuan Yi are so in love, why can't they discuss it? Why does she have to leave alone?"

Su Meiniang sighed and said, "It's all our fault for being careless, alas."

The three of them had solemn expressions on their faces, and the air in the room seemed to become thin and depressing because of this heaviness.

Song Yanshu, who was far away in the northwest, was also in a state of solemnity at this time. He learned from Qin Zhichu that Yuan Ying had left without saying goodbye. For a moment, shock and worry were intertwined in his heart.

Although he had let go of his feelings for Yuan Ying, as Yuan Ying said, they had experienced life and death together, and the affection between them had long surpassed the worldly love between men and women.

Although he didn't know what exactly happened between her and Xuan Yi, he was certain that Xuan Yi must have done something that made her completely heartbroken, which caused her to leave so resolutely.

But he still hoped that she and Xuan Yi could live happily together for the rest of their lives. This expectation came from the purest kindness in his heart, without any impurities.

He touched Brother Ying's head and said, "Brother Ying, go find Xuan Yi. He needs your help."

The eagle blinked his eyes, not quite understanding, and uttered a few low chirps, but did not spread his wings and fly high. He tilted his head, as if hesitating, and seemed to be nostalgic for the tranquility that accompanied him at the moment.

"Go ahead. Only you can quickly find her trace in this vast world."

He gently pushed Brother Eagle, his eyes full of expectation. Brother Eagle spread his huge wings, circled above his head for a few circles, and then flapped his wings to fly into the distance, gradually disappearing on the horizon.

He stood there for a long time, looking in the direction where Brother Ying left, feeling mixed emotions.

Then, he slowly walked to the table and prepared to write back to Qin Zhichu.

Standing beside the table, he gently raised his hand and spread out the letter paper. Then he slowly picked up the pen and paused for a moment, as if he was considering the appropriate wording in his mind.

After a moment, ink soaked the tip of the pen and he began to write on the letter paper. His handwriting was vigorous and powerful yet steady, and every stroke was filled with his thoughts and emotions at the moment.

Now, the weekly letter between him and Qin Zhichu has become an indispensable regular melody in his life, like a beacon of light, giving him spiritual comfort and peace in his wandering life.