Chapter 69 On the night of the first snow, a dream of love lingers.

October 1st, the first snow, in the first half of the night.

Yunzhou Inn.

Lin Fanxiang walked down the second-floor corridor. They were preparing to leave in the latter half of the night, and the first half of the night was just right for packing their luggage. Although there wasn't much, the girl still wanted to go back to her room to organize it so that she wouldn't forget anything later.

The aloof young woman walked unhurriedly, occasionally bathed in moonlight and illuminated by the snow. Her delicate eyebrows, clear face, and serene eyes made her appear like a fairy descended to earth.

As he approached, the faint scent of medicine emanating from her, bitter yet intoxicating, inexplicably added a touch of compassionate divinity to her—that was how Shangguan Nan saw her at that moment.

Lin Fanxiang frowned and stopped, her tone calm, "What does Young Master Shangguan mean by this?"

Why did you stop her while she was walking normally, and why did you keep trying to get closer to her?

What, are you trying to use her to threaten Qingyu and the others into handing over their sword sheaths? Are you already doing something so brainless while we're still on the Cloud Boat?

Shangguan Nan seemed to snap out of his daze. He quickly took a few steps back and bowed to Lin Fanxiang. "Please forgive me, young lady. We met by chance tonight. I wanted to apologize for what happened to my sister earlier."

The young man had delicate features and a serious expression. He greeted Lin Fanxiang and apologized, appearing quite sensible, as if he truly meant it.

Lin Fanxiang suddenly smiled, remembering a word that Qingyu often said.

"oh."

What a joke! What Shangguan Han did is none of your business to stop a lone girl in the middle of the night and apologize with words. It's all insincere and pointless.

Having said that, she took a step to leave, but Shangguan Nan became somewhat anxious. He suddenly raised his hand to grab Lin Fanxiang's arm—

"ah--"

Blood gushed out as Shangguan Nan trembled, clutching his right wrist. A deep, fresh wound covered his entire right hand, which was now covered in blood—a truly frightening sight.

Lin Fanxiang flicked the blood off the dagger in her hand, while the girl watched coldly.

"act recklessly."

She used the dagger Zhang Xuan had bought a couple of days ago. The blade was incredibly sharp, and she was ruthless and precise in her attacks, showing no mercy.

Looking at the blood, Shangguan Nan felt a surge of anger rise within him for some reason. "I've taken a liking to you, how dare you..."

He looked up, and amidst the pervasive stench of blood, the boy's face was contorted and ashen. After his right hand was slashed, he revealed his true nature.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the room next door, Wen Guyou's room. Wen Guyou had left for Youzhou that afternoon after the incident with the sword sheath, so the room was currently empty… Almost instantly, he suppressed the continuous flow of blood and tried again to pull Lin Fanxiang over, his movements suggesting he wanted to cover her face—

"Whoosh—"

A cold, sharp blade of light rushed toward him. Shangguan Nan hurriedly dodged, but the blade of light was too fast and too fierce, and even carried killing intent. In an instant, the moonlit, frosty blade went straight for his heart!

"puff--"

Shangguan Nan collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood. His hands trembled, and blood flowed freely, filling the air with a stench...

Many cultivators near the second floor sensed the killing intent. Some opened the door to check and found that it was the people on the third floor who had fought that afternoon. It looked quite interesting.

It doesn't matter. Look at this bloody ground, Young Master Shangguan is almost dead. Yunzhou will definitely have to come out and deal with it.

...

Zhang Xuan approached Lin Fanxiang, knife in hand, staring intently at Shangguan Nan, who was coughing up blood on the ground. In the dark of night, the young man spoke in a low, ruthless voice, "What were you trying to do just now?"

Shangguan Nan's mouth was full of blood, and he was lying down, unable to speak. He could only look at Zhang Xuan and Lin Fanxiang with a hint of fear.

Zhang Xuan raised his knife again, intending to end him with one strike, but Lin Fanxiang suddenly stopped him.

At the end of the stairs, Yun Jiacheng slowly walked out. He waved his hand, and several servants dragged Shangguan Nan away. He walked unhurriedly to Zhang Xuan and Lin Fanxiang.

"It was Young Master Shangguan who was rude first, which is why Yunzhou did not stop Young Master Zhang's attack."

"But no matter what, no one may be killed inside the cloud boat."

The young man spoke casually, and Lin Fanxiang smiled, "What Boss Yun said is true. It's been a late-night struggle, thank you for your trouble."

Yun Jiacheng laughed, "I was in a panic tonight anyway, so I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway."

Besides, the matter of Yunzhou is already settled; all that's left is to clean up the mess and watch the show.

The young man nodded and was about to leave when Lin Fanxiang suddenly spoke softly, "I dare not disturb the peace of Yunzhou. It's just that I had a misunderstanding with Young Master Shangguan. The weather is perfect tonight, and I would like to enjoy the snow with Young Master Shangguan. I wonder what Boss Yun thinks?"

Yun Jiacheng raised an eyebrow and gave Lin Fanxiang a deep look. Lin Fanxiang spoke gently.

“My Lin family has always enjoyed stargazing. Under the snowy night, with the stars twinkling and no one to disturb us, it is the perfect time to clear up any misunderstandings.”

The Lin family, a clan renowned for its use of words and spirits, caused Yun Jiacheng to furrow his brows in thought for a moment before raising his eyes.

“Miss Shangguan and Young Master Wen left this afternoon. Shangguan’s room fee has been stopped. Young Master Shangguan is currently only slightly injured. He will receive treatment in a room on the second floor of my Yunzhou before leaving. If Miss Lin has an appointment with him, Yunzhou will certainly not stop her.”

Lin Fanxiang smiled, "That's excellent."

Yun Jiacheng left, leaving only the bloodstained moonlight on the empty ground. Lin Fanxiang walked gently to the window. The girl looked up at the stars. She was right. A snowy night with stars was the perfect time to clear up misunderstandings and find out what Shangguan Nan was trying to do.

If it was malicious, then don't blame her for wanting to kill.

Zhang Xuan walked to her side and stayed with her. The young man wielded two swords, his heart set on one person.

Lin Fanxiang watched the snowflakes fall, the moonlight caressing her cool profile. She turned and smiled, "It seems we'll be able to enjoy the first snow of the North together."

Zhang Xuan smiled and said, "I will be by your side all year round."

The snow is beautiful, but it can never compare to her.

The moon hangs high in the sky, the body is buried in snow, the wind blows cold, and lovers grow old together.

...

A scholar in blue robes, carrying a lantern, strolls alone in the snow by the street.

The footprints, neither too deep nor too shallow, stretched out step by step. Under the moonlight, the place was deserted, and he laughed silently.

Why aren't you using an umbrella?

A questioning voice reached his ears. The scholar looked up and saw a woman in green holding an umbrella high to shield him from the snow.

Qin Tianshu smiled and said, "Today is the first snow. The first snow turns hair white, which is a good omen."

Wuxin tilted her head slightly to look at him, "Don't lie."

"I'm not lying to you,"

Qin Tianshu looked down at her, and the young man gently took the umbrella handle from her hand, his voice smiling, "The book says that snow is what the heavens like the most. When the first snow falls on a person's body, it brings good luck."

Unconsciously, they pursed their lips as they walked along the deserted street, snowflakes fluttering down and covering the ground.

Why does the sky like snow?

Qin Tianshu raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at her by the moonlight, "Perhaps it's because it's too cold, as if she has no heart."

He nodded absently, his expression serious. "If that's the case, then the heavens should like hail."

"Too fierce," Qin Tianshu chuckled. "Hail is too painful, and it's not as pretty as snow."

He spoke softly, then turned his head to look at her, his captivating phoenix eyes filled with a half-smile of affection, as if he were teasing her.

Wuxin: "Are you trying to make me laugh?"

Qin Tianshu: "..."

He suddenly chuckled softly, then his voice unconsciously grew louder. In the moonlight and snowy landscape, his laughter was a mixture of blank joy and tender affection, his eyes, though seemingly indifferent, were also filled with unspoken emotions.

Wuxin suddenly felt unhappy. Wasn't he trying to make her laugh? Why was he laughing himself?

The girl suddenly reached out to touch the umbrella handle, and her hand briefly brushed against the scholar's—

Snowflakes fluttered in the wind, and a white umbrella gently fell to the ground, casting a scattering of moonlight.

In an instant, their eyes met, their emotions clashed, and their hair was covered with countless snowflakes, making them look as if they had turned white.

The scholar snapped out of his reverie, a smile playing on his lips. He turned and walked forward, taking Wuxin's hand tightly and leading her step by step through the snow.

Wuxin: "Why are you holding my hand?"

Moreover, their fingers were interlocked so tightly that their palms were very warm.

Qin Tianshu: "I'm so cold, can I warm my hands with yours?"

Upon hearing this, Wuxin lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, then replied, "Sure, do you want your other hand too?"

The scholar chuckled and shook his head. "That's enough."

That's enough.

He held her hand, and they walked together on the deserted snowy street, maintaining a certain distance yet appearing very intimate.

Looking uninterestedly at the distant, pristine white snow, the girl softly asked, "Where is your hometown?"

Qin Tianshu thought for a moment and casually said, "Far away, yet right before my eyes."

Wu Xin chuckled and inexplicably changed the subject, "Scholar, do you want the nameless stone?"

Qin Tianshu: "Since you bought it, it's naturally yours."

Wu Xin: "Okay, just tell me when you want it in the future."

"If that's the case, then I don't really want to come anytime sooner."

"Don't talk like that, I don't understand you."

"..."

...

Yunzhou Inn, Room 3.

Qingyu is helping Cai Cai put on her little cotton-padded jacket—green with red flowers, fluffy with cotton, made by Wenchuan, absolutely warm.

"Haha, so cute, Cai Cai, you're so cute."

Qingyu picked up Cai Cai. The already round, yellowish-brown chick was now covered in a thick cotton coat, making it look like a green ball. It was embroidered with red flowers, giving it a strangely cute look. Cai Cai was also stretching its neck, its comb jiggling, which added a touch of pitiful cuteness to its appearance—Cai Cai thought the coat was too thick, too thick!

Cai Cai: "Hook up! Hook up!"

Wen Chuan patted it with a smile, the boy's tone gentle, "It's normal to feel uncomfortable the first time you wear it, you'll feel better once we're outside."

Qingyu smiled upon hearing this. She turned and leaned against the table, the girl lifting the vegetables high in her arms, her voice soft.

"Wait a minute, we'll take Cai Cai to the plum grove to see the snow and the beautiful red plum blossoms. It might be a little scary, but it's really beautiful..."

Cai Cai: "Coo coo coo".

The chick was sleepy, and its owner stroked it, finding its clothes so warm. Gradually, it closed its eyes.

...

Wen Chuan was watching the snow from the window when the boy turned his head and asked, "Is Cai Cai asleep?"

"Mmm," Qingyu walked over, the girl's footsteps light, a smile on her face, and she reached out to take his arm, looking at the snow scene with him.

Are they all outside?

As she looked at the snow, she asked questions. At that moment, the wind was strong and the snow was heavy. Outside the cloud boat, there were many people waiting for them, some enemies and some friends, hiding in the shadows.

Fan Xiang and the others were also outside enjoying the snow. She and Zhang Xuan were killing someone in the snowy night, having a great time. As for Qin Tianshu, he must have seen the person he wanted to see at this moment.

Wen Chuan smiled upon hearing this. He lowered his head and kissed her hair, his voice gentle, "Perhaps. Tonight is the first snow, so it's bound to be lively."

The wind and snow rustled outside. Qingyu smiled and said, "I suddenly remembered that I paid the three coins for the sword sheath."

Wen Chuan smiled at her and said, "Mm."

"But I have six coins..."

Qingyu looked up at him, her eyes bright and smiling. Bathed in the snowy moonlight, the girl tiptoed and gently kissed him, then said...

"Three coins for the scabbard, three coins for you."

"So, are you selling or not?"

Wen Chuan smiled gently as the boy lowered his head and their foreheads touched. "Tonight is the first snowfall of the season. If you accompany me to enjoy the snow, I will agree."

“Okay,” Qingyu smiled.

"But watching the snow is too monotonous, I'd like to admire the flowers instead."

Wen Chuan looked down at her, his clear eyes filled with a faint yet profound affection. He said, "Okay."

Upon hearing this, Qingyu looked at him. As their eyes met, the wind and snow intensified, and their love seemed like a dream.

...

The time was almost up, so the girl stepped back slightly and slowly walked to the window.

Gently, she pushed open the window with both hands—

The two windows were wide open, the night wind rushed in, and the silvery moonlight poured down fiercely. In an instant, the snowflakes swept across her cheeks with the wind.

The sky and earth were one color, and the wind and snow danced wildly.

The woman looked up at the moon and smiled at the wind and snow. Her clear voice awakened the cultivators from all around who had been watching for a long time.

"The first snow tonight is beautiful, and countless romances are born."

"The wind is howling and the snow is falling, all my dreams are over, so I invite you all to a battle at Meishan, let's see—"

"Who is the new master of the thousand-year-old Wen Gu sword sheath?"