coobybook Chapter 141 Is Pudding Yu number 4? Pork Tenderloin Brother reappears.
Chapter 141 Is Pudding Yu number 4? Pork Tenderloin Brother reappears.
In the western borderlands of the Tang Dynasty, the predicament was not created overnight, but rather was the bitter fruit that had gradually accumulated over the long course of history.
The flames of the An Lushan Rebellion, like a raging storm, swept across the entire frontier, almost destroying the border defenses.
Tibet, once an ally of the Tang Dynasty, is now advancing into the heart of the Tang Dynasty with overwhelming force and heavy, menacing steps.
In these turbulent times, Xiao Si, like a ghost traveling through time, witnessed the passing of history.
The little ox galloped through the valley of the snow-capped mountain, just like a silly boy who wasn't afraid of the cold.
The surrounding snow-capped mountains resembled a group of swords and spears, piercing directly into the clouds on the horizon.
She took a deep breath, feeling a little annoyed.
This mountain is not only cold, but also so high, it feels like a living "stairway to heaven". She has only taken a few steps, and she is about to start provoking this group of high and mighty ice and snow giants.
A surge of courage welled up within her, and she inhaled the "hardness" of the snow-capped mountain with gurgling sounds. Feeling as if she had been injected with adrenaline, she suddenly straightened her back and became like a super-powered little rhinoceros. Though small in stature, she ran with a powerful momentum, her swift and swift movements frightening the snowflakes so much that they dared not drift aimlessly and stayed obediently in the air.
"Wow, running in the snow is so exhilarating!" she thought to herself as she ran, "It's like a marathon on ice and snow!"
As she ran, the surroundings became increasingly empty, and the snowfield grew ever more vast and boundless, like entering a white maze. Her little paw prints left several long footprints in the snow, as if she were "greeting" this expansive snowfield, but with a gust of wind, the marks disappeared in a moment, like her temporary artwork.
Xiao Si was a little unconvinced, thinking: "The traces I left behind after all this hard work are gone in the blink of an eye. It's really unfair!"
"Sigh, that's life..." Little Si rolled her eyes and ran off quickly.
He muttered to himself, "You know how vast this world is, and our efforts are so insignificant. In the end, everything is blown away by the wind and nothing remains. But who's afraid of who? I'm a ruthless person who dares to run up the snow-capped mountains!"
As darkness gradually fell, the night sky seemed to suddenly descend like a large black cloth, obscuring the sunlight. The stars began to twinkle, bright as tiny flames, dancing erratically across the sky.
The stars seemed to be coldly observing her every step, completely disregarding the feelings of us little creatures.
"Little stars, are you secretly laughing at me? Let them laugh, I can run faster than you anyway!" Little Si thought to herself, and quickened her pace.
As Xiao Si ran, she felt a strange sense of oppression, as if something was quietly approaching and seeping into every inch of her skin.
She was stunned for a moment, and when she turned around, she couldn't see anything.
"Could it be my imagination?" Xiao Si muttered softly, her brows furrowing slightly.
Just as she hesitated, she heard a soft footstep.
The footsteps were so light, as if only the wind was blowing through dry branches, yet they seemed to grow clearer and clearer in her ears.
Xiao Si's heart started racing, and she unconsciously looked around.
As I ran, the sky gradually turned blue, a clear blue that had been washed clean of dust, with clouds floating lightly in the air, like the breath of the sky.
She felt a freedom she had never experienced before, and her heart was filled with boundless strength and hope.
Finally, she ended her journey through the snow-capped mountains.
She ran to the edge of an ancient city, the City of Clouds.
On this land shrouded in the smoke of war, the wheels of history have crushed the bones of countless heroes and ruthlessly robbed countless people of their homes...
Just as Xiao Si was engrossed in running, a faint voice suddenly reached her ears: "You're here?"
Xiao Si whispered something, but the sound was swallowed up by the biting cold wind. The echo drifted through the snow and ice, making it sound as if she herself couldn't figure out where the sound came from.
She frowned and turned to look around—all she saw was a vast expanse of white snow, not a single person in sight, not even a rabbit, as if the whole world had been swallowed up by the snow.
"Honestly, it makes me feel like a naive and innocent girl!" Xiao Si complained inwardly. She felt like a lost little lamb, completely unaware of who had startled her, but she didn't want to stop.
So she shook her head and quickened her pace, heading straight for the edge of Yunshan City.
Yunshan City stood out starkly in the wind and snow. From afar, it resembled an ancient memory shivering in the cold wind, standing alone on the snow-covered plain, with no warmth to be found, giving off an overwhelming sense of desolation.
That city was like a fortress built on a whim by some immature teenager, surrounded by mist and exuding an aura of "I am aloof and arrogant".
"Little Si, you're a smart girl, you must be able to see the problem!" she muttered to herself. "Look at that place, it's definitely ready to collapse at any moment, just look—"
Just as she was about to continue mocking the "unfinished city," a bone-chilling cold suddenly swept over her, as if an invisible hand had grabbed her by the neck.
Xiao Si was startled and turned around abruptly—a blurry figure appeared before her, standing beside the city wall in the distance. The person seemed to have emerged from the mist, with deep eyes that seemed to pierce through her soul.
Xiao Si felt a chill run down his spine:
"Is this person here to arrest me? Could it be that the Black and White Impermanence have discovered I'm a free man? I'm innocent! How can they arrest me like this?!"
A bunch of strange thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.
This figure looks like someone who's about to "catch someone," and the scenarios you can imagine are just too exciting!
She stopped, silently praying, "If it really is the Black and White Impermanence who came, did this snowstorm turn them into ice sculptures? Or was it just that we could only hear their voices?"
Xiao Si's heart was pounding like a tiny motor, it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest!
She almost wanted to back away, but strangely, her feet seemed to be glued to something, and she uncontrollably walked towards that figure.
Has time travel completely stunned him, or has he stepped into a "dream world"?
"What's wrong with me? Has my brain been frozen by the snow?" she asked herself, feeling lost in this snow-covered world, completely unable to make sense of anything.
She couldn't help but lower her voice, pretending to be super cool and calm, and said, "Who are you?! Show yourself!"
Her tone was even a little provocative, though she herself felt that the provocation was softer than her slippers...
The man did not answer immediately, but slowly took a few steps closer to her, his steps light and silent, as if he himself were a part of this icy world.
Snowflakes danced around him, as if performing a solo dance for him; the wind and snow intertwined, creating a poetic blizzard all around him.
Xiao Si could only stand there and watch, muttering to herself, "Is this the high-class feeling of time travel? I feel like I've been scared out of my wits by ghosts in the snowy mountains. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it must be a dream again."
She squinted slightly, trying to see the expression on his face clearly—but all she saw was a meaningful smile, making her wonder if she had wandered onto the wrong set and stumbled into some kind of drama.
Then, the man suddenly spoke, his voice deep and resonant, as if he had just crawled out of an underground glacier: "Little Si, do you think the snow-capped mountains here are really just snow-capped mountains?"
Xiao Si was stunned: "What? This is just a snow mountain, what other meaning could it have?"
A wave of doubt washed over her, but she feigned composure: "How do you know my name? Who are you? Are you perhaps from the 'Magic Adventure' series seeking a collaboration?"
Her little head was practically about to explode from this sudden philosophical question. Isn't a snow mountain just a snow mountain?
The man smiled, his eyes like the pages of an emotionless book: "Hello, my name is Pudding Yu. You won't believe it, but even this city might not be real."
He spoke so calmly, as if he were telling a secret that everyone already knew—but Xiao Si was completely bewildered.
"Hey, wait a minute, isn't that obvious?" Xiao Si's mind was a mess, and she didn't understand what he was trying to say at all.
She looked at him cautiously, and quietly added, "Does it still feel like ancient times?"
The man continued to stare at her calmly, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if he could see through her eyes and directly into all the secrets hidden in her heart, even though she had no idea what secrets she had at that moment.
“You haven’t left the Tang Dynasty,” he said in a low voice, his tone filled with a mysterious allure.
Xiao Si's head suddenly exploded; she was stunned for a moment, as if struck by lightning.
Xiao Si grabbed a handful of snow, took a bite, and calmed down: "You're not another young master, are you? This plot is too suspenseful! But if you really are, remember to bring me some snacks! I love delicious food!"
"Who exactly are you?" Countless "what the hell" thoughts churned in her mind, but she forced a calm expression on her face.
"Do you want to know the truth?"
But Xiao Si seemed to think that this person meant no harm.
"If you really want to know, then you have to come with me."
Xiao Si couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Do you really want to know? I guess I've truly been tricked!
She only wanted to travel through time, see historical scenery, and find her brother Zi'an, but she ended up getting dragged into this mysterious case.
But her curiosity prevented her from turning around and leaving immediately.
"Where are we going?" she couldn't help but ask, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery. "Are you taking me to some mysterious, 'not real' world?"
The man didn't respond, but simply smiled and continued walking forward.
As the wheels of history roll ever onward, will the secrets of Yuncheng be revealed one by one?
Is her conversation with this mysterious person just the beginning of a larger conspiracy?
Every step she took seemed to bring her closer to that unknown darkness!
But she still couldn't stop...
As soon as Xiao Si stepped onto the snow-covered city wall, the scene before her eyes widened in astonishment; she was completely unprepared for this sudden "battlefield storm."
She felt a cold wind blowing in her face, the chill penetrating to her bones, and the snowflakes under her feet scraping her skin like blades. But what she saw before her was a completely different scene: the flames of war were raging, and the air was thick with smoke. It was truly a "world of ice and fire".
The archers on the city wall were waving their bows and shooting arrows, one after another, piercing the air.
The soldiers below the city wall roared, their shouts, the sound of war drums, and the clashing of swords rising and falling. A burly man clad in iron armor raised his longsword and swung it fiercely, severing an enemy's arm, blood gushing out. Immediately afterward, he leaped up and threw a spear, piercing the enemy's abdomen, the man screaming as he fell to the ground.
"Ah!" Little Si screamed in fright, looking around frantically, her heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of her chest.
Just then, two enemy soldiers worked together to lift a huge rock and smash it down against the city wall.
The stone crashed down, destroying a ladder and scattering dust and splinters of wood, catching several soldiers below off guard and sending them sprawling.
"Quickly! Fire arrows! Don't let the enemy get close to the city walls!" a commander roared, and the archers immediately unleashed a barrage of arrows, dense and powerful.
Xiao Si's heart pounded violently, as if she were in the center of a battlefield. Just as she was in shock, she suddenly saw a general in a red cloak, tall and imposing, with a serious face and cold eyes. With each swing of his sword, an enemy fell; he was like an iron wall.
She froze. That familiar figure—just that head of white beard? But she knew it all too well.
It was actually the pork tenderloin brother!
"Brother Pork Tenderloin?!" Xiao Si was so shocked that her voice trembled. Her heart pounded wildly as she stared in disbelief at his resolute back.
Brother Pork Tenderloin turned around, his sword dancing in his hand, his eyes sharp as knives. When he saw the fear in the enemy's eyes, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and he mercilessly cut down the enemy soldier.
The red cloak billowed in the wind, like a flame burning in the snow.
"Little Rhinoceros, get out of the way!" Tenderloin suddenly shouted, his voice like thunder, echoing across the battlefield. An enemy stealthily approached, spear in hand, ready to stab, but Tenderloin quickly turned around, caught the enemy's spear with one hand, and flung it to the ground.
Little Si stood there dumbfounded, wide-eyed, watching the stern fighting style of the pork tenderloin brother. He remembered Xu Shiji from back then.
She was shocked and couldn't adapt to this sudden role change.
"What...what happened? How could Brother Pork Tenderloin...become like this?" she murmured to herself, almost unable to believe what she was seeing.
Brother Liji's movements during the fight were swift and precise, as if each sword strike carried endless killing intent, while the red cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, like a raging fire engulfing everything around him.
As he slew his enemies, he strode toward the little rhinoceros, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
“Little Si, just as you predicted, I’ve become a famous poet again. This is just… another time travel.” Brother Li Ji stopped, looked down at her, and said with an undeniable air, “Are you ready, Little Si?”
"Little Si" paused, pointed at the man who brought her there, and asked Li Ji with a puzzled look, "Prepare for what? Who is this person? Who are you now? And who am I?"
The pork tenderloin brother calmly narrowed his eyes slightly; he already knew what was going to happen next: "Little Si, you'll find out soon enough."
Xiao Si frowned. The chill that had enveloped her seemed to gradually dissipate, and the air was no longer so biting. The cold she had just felt was merely a chilling wind brought from her dream.
She couldn't help but shiver, as if bidding farewell to the chill:
"Wow, it's really impressive but I don't understand it."
Her heart was in turmoil.