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

Early in the morning, Yuan Ying was drying animal skins outside the wooden house. Suddenly, a familiar eagle cry came from the sky. She was delighted and looked up quickly, only to see the eagle's agile figure swooping towards the wooden house.

There was a gleam of surprise in Yuan Ying's eyes. She opened her arms and Brother Ying landed steadily on her arms.

"Brother Ying, aren't you in the northwest? Why are you here?" Yuan Ying asked excitedly, his fingers trembling slightly unconsciously.

Brother Eagle rubbed her cheek affectionately and made a few low sounds, as if in response.

Xiaoyi stared at Brother Ying vigilantly from the side, making a low humming sound in his throat. He slowly approached Yuan Ying, arching his body slightly, as if declaring his sovereignty.

Yuan Ying noticed Xiao Yi's unhappiness, and gently stroked its back, comforting it: "Xiao Yi, don't be jealous, this is Brother Ying, he knew me before you, and from now on the three of us will live together."

But Xiaoyi still stared at Brother Eagle intently, and did not seem to welcome its arrival.

Brother Eagle seemed to sense Xiaoyi's hostility. He raised his head proudly and let out a long, loud cry, as if to demonstrate to Xiaoyi.

Seeing this, Yuan Ying shook his head helplessly, gently placed Brother Ying on a wooden stake beside him, then held Xiaoyi's face with both hands and said seriously: "Xiaoyi, Brother Ying is also our family, you are not allowed to do this."

Xiaoyi blinked her eyes. Although she didn't understand Yuan Ying's words, she felt comforted by her tone. Her emotions eased a little and she stopped whimpering. However, she still stayed close to Yuan Ying and refused to move away.

Yuan Ying did not have too much imagination about Brother Ying's arrival. She was simply happy to meet this old friend again. In this lonely mountain, any trace of familiarity seemed precious.

Yuan Ying turned around and went back into the wooden house. After a while, he took out some dried meat that he had dried himself and gently placed it on the ground. He gave a piece to Xiao Yi first, then smiled and said to Brother Ying, "Brother Ying, you can have a taste too."

Brother Eagle just glanced at the dried meat on the ground with pride and did not make any move to peck at it.

Yuan Ying said jokingly, "You little thing, you are so picky. Do you think you are still the pampered Master Ying in the palace?"

As if the eagle understood Yuan Ying's teasing, it tilted its head and glanced at her. Then, it flapped its wings and flew high, hovering over the wooden house, as if showing its territory and freedom.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls beside the wooden house, adding a bit of warmth to the quiet morning.

Yuan Ying sat on the threshold of the wooden house, stroking Xiaoyi with one hand, her eyes following Brother Ying's figure. In this isolated mountain, she was no longer alone.

With the arrival of Eagle Brother, Xiaoyi stayed at home to look after the house. Xiaoyi was reluctant but had to do it. The living wolf was raised to be a watchdog.

It lay at the door of the wooden house with its tail hanging down, and from time to time looked in the direction where Yuan Ying left, making low humming sounds from its mouth, full of grievance and reluctance.

Yuan Ying went into the mountains to dig kudzu roots today. She wanted to prepare more food before winter came. The sweet potatoes were planted late this year, so there would probably not be much harvest. She carried a bamboo basket on her back and a small hoe in her hand, carefully searching for traces of kudzu roots in the mountains and forests.

The sound of Eagle Brother came from the sky. Yuan Ying looked up and saw Eagle Brother circling in the air for a few times before flying in one direction.

Yuan Ying's heart moved. She knew that Brother Ying must have discovered something, so she stood up, brushed off the dirt on her body, and walked in the direction where Brother Ying flew.

On a hillside, Yuan Ying was pleasantly surprised to find a lot of wild kudzu roots. She excitedly said to Brother Ying: "Brother Ying, with this patch of kudzu roots, we don't have to worry about winter."

As she spoke, she began to dig out some of it and put it into a bamboo basket, preparing to go back and extract the kudzu root starch for easy storage.

As night fell, a dim wild boar oil lamp lit up in the wooden house. Yuan Ying kept himself busy during the day, and when he was free at night, he missed Murong Xuanyi very much.

She wrote down all her thoughts about Murong Xuanyi on paper and would take a look at it whenever she had nothing to do. Every stroke of the paper was the deepest attachment and concern in her heart.

Murong Xuanyi spent more than half a month in the forest fighting his way through the thorns and finally slowly approached Yuan Ying.

That day, Yuan Ying went to the hillside to dig kudzu roots as usual, leaving Xiaoyi at home to look after the house.

Murong Xuanyi trudged through the forest for a long time, experiencing countless hardships and fatigue. When he thought he had to continue moving forward, finally, in the depths of the forest, a small wooden house came into his sight.

At that moment, his eyes suddenly lit up with surprise and joy, and his heart was filled with irrepressible joy and relief, as if all the hardships and difficulties had disappeared in that instant.

He quickened his pace and ran towards the cabin, the dead branches and leaves under his feet rustled. Xiaoyi heard the noise in the cabin, pricked up his ears alertly, and rushed out of the cabin with a low roar. It arched its back, with a fierce light flashing in its eyes, and regarded Murong Xuanyi as an enemy who threatened its home.

Seeing Xiaoyi blocking the way fiercely, Jiang Chong, eager to protect his master, quickly put an arrow on the bow, ready to shoot Xiaoyi to ensure Murong Xuanyi's safety.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi immediately shouted: "Don't hurt its life!" Jiang Chong's hand trembled slightly, and the arrow shifted a few points. He looked at Murong Xuanyi with a puzzled look on his face.

Murong Xuanyi's face was solemn, his eyes were fixed on Xiaoyi, and he explained: "This wolf rushed out of the house. Maybe it was raised by the princess."

Although Jiang Chong had some doubts in his heart, he slowly put down his bow and arrow.

Xiaoyi still stared at them vigilantly, making a low growl in his throat, showing no sign of relaxing.

Murong Xuanyi tried to take a small step forward, and Xiaoyi's originally tense posture gradually relaxed, and his fierce eyes slowly softened.

It stopped roaring and just stood there quietly, its ears slightly turning as it looked at Murong Xuanyi curiously.

It seemed to be trying to match the person in front of it with the image in the painting in its memory. After a moment, it whimpered softly, as if expressing a special greeting and recognition.

Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi showed a relieved smile on his face. He slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand towards Xiaoyi. His movements were gentle and slow, for fear of scaring it again.

Xiaoyi hesitated for a moment, but finally slowly approached and gently sniffed Murong Xuanyi's fingers with the tip of his nose. He looked cautiously as if he was confirming something.

Murong Xuanyi took the opportunity to gently stroke Xiaoyi's head. Xiaoyi not only did not resist, but narrowed his eyes comfortably, and his previous hostility had disappeared without a trace.

Murong Xuanyi and his group slowly walked into the cabin. Seeing the painting Yuan Ying had drawn for him last time on the wall, Murong Xuanyi immediately understood why Xiaoyi had suddenly let down his guard.

He approached the painting, gently stroking the rough paper with his fingers, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.

Jiang Chong also saw the painting and was amazed. He whispered to Murong Xuanyi, "Master, it seems that even though the princess is in this deep mountain, she is thinking of you all the time."

Murong Xuanyi nodded slightly without saying anything, just immersed in memories and emotions.

Murong Xuanyi picked up the paper on the table. It was filled with Yuan Ying's confession of longing for him.

"I still love you as much as before, like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking when it will return.

I still like you so much, like rain falling in the tropics and the polar regions, thousands of miles away.

I still like you so much, like the stars running through billions of years in the dark night without any complaints.

I still like you so much, like a cloud drifting for 90,000 miles without rest.

I still like you so much, like willow branches hanging down the embankment, lingering and reluctant..."

He carefully flipped through the pages one by one, his tears wetting the papers filled with longing. The handwriting on each page was like Yuan Ying's call, lingering in his heart.

"Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I think of you when I walk and when I sit down."

"once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking."

……

To him, Yuan Ying was like the water of the vast ocean and the clouds of Mount Wushan, irreplaceable.

His fingers gently stroked the words that were slightly blurred by tears, as if he was touching every day and night that Yuan Ying spent in the mountains missing him.

His lips trembled slightly, and he whispered softly: "Silly girl, my silly girl, I finally found you."