A series of "da da" sounds rang out, a chestnut horse galloping at top speed in the arena. The red-clothed knight on the horse clamped his legs against the horse's belly, striking out with both hands in a continuous flow. Each upward swing and each arm lift seemed to carry an odd rhythm, and before long, stone after stone, glowing with five colors of light, struck targets at a distance of tens of meters away.
As the warhorse ran at high speed, the flying stones seemed to have eyes and flew straight or arched, hitting the vital points of the mock-person every time they were released.
The war horse made two round trips back and forth. The grass people in the arena were cut down like wheat, with no exceptions, all of them fell to the ground.
"Eh—" The female knight tightened the rein, and the warhorse's four hooves were fiery red, like flames. After receiving the command, it charged forward two steps, then stopped. It turned back to its owner in a surprisingly human-like manner, as if complaining that it hadn't had enough of a run.
"At noon, we'll go through the pass and let you run freely." The female knight patted the warhorse's neck.
After reaching a consensus, Deng Chanyu dismounted and took off her helmet, revealing a face with eyebrows like emerald and eyes as autumn waves.
She tossed the helmet to a servant standing by and then walked back into the arena, picking up the five-colored stones one by one that had been launched. After that, she personally led her beloved horse back to the stable, meticulously combing its mane from left to right and top to bottom.
"Horse, horse, you must be healthy. We'll rely on you when we run away in the future."
The war horse neighed twice, and she quickly grabbed a fresh grass nearby. To maintain the warhorse's peak physical strength and explosive power, she also specially added some vegetables.
The horse was focused on eating the grass, and she took out one piece of the five-colored stone after another, wiping them meticulously.
Deng Chanyu was single-mindedly preparing for a getaway, but she wasn't prepared to just eat and wait for death.
She carefully caressed each five-colored stone, ensuring that they would not be a hindrance in the next use due to issues with handling.
Better to kill the enemy than oneself.
This body can be said to have fully mastered the talent of hidden weapons!
In the original timeline, Kong Xuan, who claimed to be the number one person below the sages, chased Yan Deng and Lu Yawei all over the map, but was defeated by them three times with flying stones. Such a record is hard to believe. The achievements of this battle are much higher than that of Juudo's "throwing a katana from eight miles away at the first generation Hokage."
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Kong Xuan feels that the small broken stones have no threat and chooses to face them directly.
Deng Chanyu has a glorious record, but unfortunately, the five-colored stones have low killing power, like scraping meridians, and are difficult to cause significant harm.
She sighed quietly as she wiped the stones, thinking that in a world where beings at the level of gods with tens of thousands of years of cultivation can die at will, her mortal life began on a really bad note.
Prosper the Zhou and destroy the Shang; this is the trend of the times. But alas, Deng Chanyu is now on this broken boat of the Shang dynasty.
It's necessary to join forces, but not too early. Now if Deng Chanyu goes to Xichui and is sent to the Ten Heavenly Array by Yan Deng, she might be sent to die by the old fart Yan Deng. After all, even Wu Wang Ji Fa, the leader of their own side, was once sent to die.
In the original timeline, Deng Chanyu didn't get involved because she was an enemy of Xichui at that time. Yan Deng, even if he's evil, wouldn't drag an enemy from hundreds of li away to fill the Ten Heavenly Array.
You can't be too late in joining Xichui either. If your reputation isn't high enough and you die halfway there, ending up on the list, you might as well become that matchmaker known as the "Hexi Star Master."
"Names of those on the Records of Immortals" is a sentence that cannot determine the authenticity, whether it is to compete for names or not, all will be listed regardless of good or bad deeds. Or whether the list is empty, who dies first and who comes first will be decided by fate.
The former one is really unavoidable, and she can only try to integrate into the circle of Jiang Ziya and Huang Feitu, striving for a "less trouble, more money, closer to home" position. If it's the latter, then making efforts to survive in the great calamity, and trying to survive until the end like Li Jing and Yang Jun is her hope.
After completing the daily routine training, she returned to the general's mansion of the Deng family.
The Yin Dynasty of the Feng Sheng world is completely different from the historical Yin Dynasty. Deng Chanyu doesn't understand political matters, and in this super army camp at San Mountain Pass, she can only see military affairs.
The casting technology here is almost equivalent to that of the Yuan and Ming dynasties, and there are many generals who use square heaven paintings and iron hammers. The chain armor and scale armor are standard protective gear for warriors.
At first, she found it novel, but now she's taken it all in stride. Don't ask; it's just that the presence of gods and Buddhas has promoted the development of productivity and improved production relations.
Walking through the indoor corridor, she saw the servant Hong Xiao struggling to carry a large book. The little servant couldn't call out to her, so she had to shout: "Miss, the book you want, this was specially borrowed from Lord's treasure room at Chao Gou."
As a warrior, Deng Chanyu still had the strength to carry a book. She took it with one hand: "Thank you for your trouble. I have nothing to do here in the morning, so go out and play with the few girls."
"Really?" The young servant's eyes shone with excitement.
"Really, go quickly."
"Oh!"
Deng Chanyu carried the thick book and stepped into the room.
Deng Chanyu removed her armor and put on casual clothes. She picked up the ancient book called "Wondrous Things" and began to read it.
On her right side lay a stone, roughly the size of a fist, in an oval shape, with five colors glowing.
"Hmm... It doesn't look like a crocodile egg, nor does it seem to be an ostrich egg... Could it be a fossil?" She held the book "Wondrous Things" and tried to find out the origin of this strange stone.
In the last second before she was transported, she had collided with this stone. At that time, she kicked it in panic while trying to avoid an oncoming vehicle. The intense pain of her big toe colliding with the stone is still vivid in her memory now.
The person was transported into Deng Chanyu's body, and for some reason, the stone came along with it.
Deng Chanyu was skilled in using five-colored stones as weapons. The room was filled with big and small stones, and there were various cutting and grinding tools. Anyone unfamiliar with the place would have assumed it was a warehouse for gambling stones rather than a young lady's room.
The servants didn't care at all about the occasional addition or subtraction of stones in their young lady's room.
Deng Chanyu couldn't take it lightly. She didn't dare tell anyone, because she seemed to hear the calling of the stone.
The voice was very weak, so faint that one had to listen carefully to hear it. But it was definitely there.
She had tried everything she could think of—setting it on fire, drowning it, cutting into it, waiting with it under the rain for lightning to strike—but still didn't know the true use of the stone.
Today, while looking through the "Wondrous Things," there was still no gain, and it seemed like just an ordinary stone.
Time passed quickly until the afternoon.
Deng Chanyu found her adoptive father, Deng Jiugong, who was patrolling the walls of San Mountain Pass with his troops.
Deng Jiugong was tall in stature, with a stern countenance, sharp eyes, and a beard that reached two feet in length. He was adept at wielding a large broadsword that weighed eighty-one catties, and even after his death, he was posthumously honored as the "Star Lord of the Green Dragon," which can be said to be a template of Guan Yue, except for not being red-faced and disliking to read the Spring and Autumn Annals.
"Father."
"What's the matter?"
"My five-colored stones have been worn out recently, and I want to go through the pass to find some new ones."
This is not a new thing. Deng Jiugong pondered slightly before saying, "Go quickly and return quickly."
"Yes."
Deng Chanyu's martial arts were not top-notch, but they were not bad either. With the world-renowned flying stone weapon, there was no danger for her to go out alone.
The gate guard opened the gates, and Deng Chanyu loosened the reins. After being confined within the pass for several days, her beloved horse neighed and, accompanied by Deng Chanyu's laughter, began to gallop on the loess road.
