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

As Murong Xuanyi and his group gradually approached the Changling Mountains, the forest became increasingly rugged and difficult to navigate.

Jiang Chong ordered his men to clear the way ahead. They brandished their swords, cut through the thorns and vines that lay ahead, and advanced step by step, with difficulty, into the depths of the forest.

Murong Xuanyi was riding on a horse, his eyes were sharp, his heart was extremely excited, and every nerve was tense.

Jiang Chong and Xie An followed Murong Xuanyi closely, always paying attention to the movements around them and guarding against sudden dangers.

Yuan Ying was in the cabin at the moment, taking care of Xiaoyi while preparing for the coming winter. She prepared enough dry firewood for the winter and tried to make a warmer mattress with animal skins.

She stacked the pickled meat neatly, and she was not worried because she had food in her hands. Yuan Ying checked the wooden house again and filled the gaps in the wall with clay to ensure that the cold wind could not penetrate.

Xiaoyi was playing nearby. She looked at Xiaoyi who looked like an innocent child and was glad that she had not killed Xiaoyi just for the sake of momentary appetite.

Yuan Ying walked over, touched Xiaoyi's head, and smiled at her with his wolf mouth. In this isolated place, Xiaoyi's existence became the warmest comfort in her life.

Murong Xuanyi and his group passed through one dense forest after another. From time to time, they could hear the growls of wild beasts, which was frightening.

The further Murong Xuanyi walked inside, the angrier he became. Was this silly girl so afraid that he would find her? How could people survive in a place like this? One careless move could easily lead to the loss of one's life.

He clenched his teeth, the veins on his temples throbbed slightly, and Yuan Ying's stubborn face kept appearing in his mind.

"When I find you, I will definitely... give you a good beating. Let's see if you dare to run away!"

He was thinking angrily in his heart, and his eyes were becoming more and more anxious. He just wanted to break through these obstacles as soon as possible and pull the silly girl who made him angry and worried into his arms and love her well.

Brother Eagle probably thought Murong Xuanyi and the others were walking too slowly, so he flew ahead. Murong Xuanyi looked at the eagle's shadow gradually going away in the sky, feeling angry and anxious, but helpless. "This flat-feathered bird is even more anxious than me."

Seeing this, Jiang Chong stepped forward and whispered, "Master, Brother Ying is smart, maybe he is not far away."

Murong Xuanyi narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the direction where Brother Ying disappeared. He exhaled lightly, "Speed ​​up, and walk a few more miles before dark."

After saying this, he kicked his horse's belly and rushed forward first. Everyone followed closely behind him without daring to be lax.

When they reached a valley, it was getting dark, so they set up camp there. The soldiers worked skillfully, and soon, several tents were set up in an orderly manner.

A huge fire started in the middle, and the jumping flames dispelled some of the darkness and coldness.

Murong Xuanyi sat by the fire, staring at the flames, but his thoughts drifted to Yuan Ying in the forest.

Jiang Chong silently handed over a piece of dry food and said softly, "Master, eat something to conserve your energy."

Murong Xuanyi nodded slightly, took the dry food but just took a few bites casually, then fell into deep thought again.

At this time, the surrounding woods rustled in the night wind, as if hiding countless pairs of prying eyes.

After Xie An arranged the sentries, he also came to the campfire and whispered, "Master, you need to be extra careful tonight. There is an evil spirit in this valley."

Murong Xuanyi frowned slightly, "It's okay, if there is any movement, wake me up immediately."

After saying this, he wrapped his cloak tightly around himself and dozed off against the tree trunk, but the string in his heart was still tense.

Just as Murong Xuanyi was about to fall into a light sleep, the soldier on duty suddenly cried out.

Murong Xuanyi opened his eyes instantly and stood up in a flash. He saw a group of wolves appearing around the camp at some point. Their green eyes flickered in the darkness like will-o'-the-wisp fires, staring closely at everyone in the camp.

The wolves began to approach slowly, making low growls in their throats. The sound was like a roar from hell, which was terrifying.

Jiang Chong and Xie An quickly came to Murong Xuanyi's side, and everyone stood back to back, holding their weapons tightly, forming a defensive circle.

Murong Xuanyi's face was stern, and his eyes swept across the wolves like a knife, "Don't panic, maintain the formation."

A larger wolf king stood at the front of the wolf pack. It raised its head slightly and let out a long howl, as if giving the order to attack.

In an instant, several wolves rushed forward first. Murong Xuanyi flashed, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed. With a flash of cold light, the wolf that rushed towards the wolf pack first was stabbed by his sword, and fell to the ground wailing.

Jiang Chong and Xie An were not to be outdone. They brandished their swords and fought a desperate battle with the wolves that pounced on them.

The soldiers fought hard, but the wolves were so numerous that they kept attacking.

Seeing the wolves' fierce and continuous attack, Murong Xuanyi's thoughts raced and his eyes suddenly locked on the blazing bonfire.

He rushed to the fire as fast as lightning, pulled out a thick burning branch, and waved it as a torch. The flames drew bright arcs in the darkness, and the scorching heat and the howling wind made the wolves fearful for a moment, and the pace of their attack slowed down slightly.

Murong Xuanyi took the opportunity to shout loudly: "Spread the bonfires and form a wall of fire!" When everyone heard this, they followed suit and used branches to pick up burning wood to build a temporary wall of fire around the camp.

The wolves were wandering outside the fire wall, howling, but the greed and ferocity in their eyes remained unchanged. Murong Xuanyi tightly grasped the torch in his hand, staring firmly at the wolf king. He knew that as long as the wolf king did not order a retreat, the confrontation would not end.

As time went by, the fire of the campfire gradually weakened, and the wolves seemed to have noticed this change and began to stir, launching a more violent attack again.

Murong Xuanyi was not afraid at all. He threw the torch towards the densely packed wolf pack. While the wolves were hiding in panic, he leaped up like a cheetah and pierced the wolf king's throat with his sword.

Although the wolf king reacted quickly and dodged sideways, he was still scratched on the neck, and blood gushed out. The wolf king let out a long howl of pain, and the wolf pack immediately became chaotic. Murong Xuanyi took advantage of the situation and led everyone to wield weapons and completely repel the wolf pack.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the wolf go away, but Murong Xuanyi became more and more frightened. Would Yuan Ying, who was alone in the deep mountains, also be attacked by wolves?

"Master, don't worry too much. The princess is a martial arts expert and extremely intelligent. She will be safe." Jiang Chong saw Murong Xuanyi's worry and comforted him softly.

Murong Xuanyi shook his head slightly and said nothing. His eyes were full of worry and self-blame.