Chapter 82: Heaven and Earth bear witness to their love, a snowstorm seals their engagement...

November 10th, night, Tianshan Mountains.

Wen Chuan, dressed in red, quietly watched the snow and wind of the Tianshan Mountains.

The mountains were serene and covered in snow, and the soft sound of a woman's footsteps echoed behind him.

He turned around, met her gaze, and smiled.

Qingyu looked at Wen Chuan. The young man had delicate features and a gentle temperament. He rarely wore bright colors. At this moment, he was dressed in red robes with a black belt. The wind and snow were blowing against his clothes, which strangely highlighted his superior bone structure and a hint of beauty in his eyes.

His eyes, in particular, seemed to have been kissed by wind and snow, even now faintly revealing a pale blue-gray hue—

Legend has it that the thousand-year-old Sword Immortal Wen Gu had such eyes, as clear as the azure sky and the merciless wind and snow.

Qingyu smiled, but unfortunately, at this moment, her eyes were full of tender affection, making it difficult to see any trace of indifference.

Wen Chuan reached out, a smile playing on his lips, and took Qing Yu's hand. He looked at her gently, bit by bit, as if he wanted to remember Qing Yu tonight.

With bright eyes and a smile in them, her clear face was lightly powdered, and her red lips were alluring. She was as beautiful as ever, and just like every other day, she was unique and unforgettable.

Such a rare occurrence, such a rare night.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, accompanied by wind and snow across a thousand mountains—this is the scenery that Wen Guyueheng has witnessed alone for many years.

At that moment, finally someone stood beside him, dressed in bright red, and understood his heart.

He couldn't help but ask softly, "Are you cold?"

Qingyu shook her head slightly upon hearing this. She liked beauty but disliked excessive ornamentation. She also believed that rituals were internal rather than external. Besides, everything was in a hurry. Tonight, she was only wearing a pretty red dress and had dressed up a little. It was a bit thin, but not cold.

Wen Chuan smiled, then quietly looked at Qing Yu, "I feel like I've wronged you tonight."

The far north is Wen Gu Yueheng's hometown, not Wen Chuan's, and Wen Gu Yueheng's relatives and friends, apart from that immortal sword, are none other than that.

Qingyu smiled and squeezed his hand back. Under the moonlight and stars, she asked softly, "What was your name in the past?"

Wen Chuan looked at her, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly as if he were momentarily lost, but then clarity returned.

"Wen Gu, Yue Heng".

Wen Guyueheng is a person as gentle and warm as moonlight.

Yueheng, Yueheng, this is the name of that nameless swordsman hidden in history, a name that everyone yearns for but has never known. Under the bright moonlight, a young man in red robes, tonight, someone has finally remembered his name again.

"Wen Guyueheng, my name is Hua Fan."

She said it with a smile, a heartfelt farewell.

Since leaving Qishan, Xiaohua has always longed for that vast sea of ​​flowers and the starry sky. When people mention her name, she innocently says that her name is Hua Fan.

Flowers bloom profusely, flowers bloom profusely. People should be as passionate and radiant as these flowers, open and beautiful. The sun rises and the moon sets, but somewhere in the world, flowers will always bloom, nameless or famous, without people or people, I bloom on my own.

That was them at the beginning, them in the past, and them now.

"Tonight at this moment, standing here are Wen Guyueheng and Hua Fan."

They gazed at each other, bathed in the moonlight and the beautiful glow of the snow. This was their wedding, their only wedding, a wedding that belonged to Gu Ming.

Heaven and earth bear witness, and they bowed gently.

At that moment, a sudden gust of wind and snow arose, but it was not strong, as if it were merely pausing for the happy newlyweds.

Heaven and earth bear witness to my feelings.

Today, the moon shines brightly, and the flowers are in full bloom.

Here we make a lifelong vow and become husband and wife.

Although humans and demons are different, their hearts are devoted to each other and their love is harmonious.

We are now united in marriage, bound by blood and entrusting our lives to each other.

May my love be complete, and may we weather the storms together.

If I break this oath, may Heaven and Earth condemn me, my soul be annihilated, and I be forever condemned to eternal damnation.

The wind and snow are swirling, and all is silent except for the beating of our hearts.

The immortal sword, which had not appeared in a thousand years, finally trembled slightly at this moment. Not far away, snow lotuses bloomed under the moonlight. The sword rose and flowers bloomed, and the hearts of the flowers stirred gently.

Wen Guyueheng gently kissed her, and Hua Fan smiled. The passionate woman embraced him, and the bright moon and stars witnessed their love and vows on the snowy cliffs of Tianshan Mountain, thus concluding their engagement ceremony.

...

The Tianshan Mountains are unknown to anyone.

Where is this?

Qingyu leaned against Wenchuan's chest, looking at the place with curiosity. It looked like a cave, but in reality, it was more like a room in the mountains. It was fully equipped, with wind and snow outside, but it was extremely warm inside and full of spiritual energy. It was a wonderful place.

Wen Chuan smiled and gently stroked Qing Yu's hair, his tone light and seemingly tinged with satisfaction.

"The place I discovered before was an ordinary cave, but it was rich in spiritual energy. Later, I often cultivated in the Tianshan Mountains, and I would come here when I meditated."

Qingyu blinked. "...After all this time, is this cave still there?"

How could something so well preserved after a thousand years, still beneath the snow-capped cliffs of the Tianshan Mountains?

"And how did you come to discover the cave near the snow cliff out of the blue?"

She asked again, the girl's eyes bright, leaning against him reliantly, his gentle smile mingling with her dark hair.

"I was just curious about what was in the abyss below the snow cliff. I never expected to discover this mysterious cave. Perhaps it is because of the special structure of the Tianshan Mountains and the fact that it has been buried by wind and snow that this place has remained unchanged for thousands of years."

The wind and snow howled outside, and the snow-covered mountains were extremely cold in the dead of night, but inside the house, the candlelight flickered gently. Qingyu was covered with a quilt, her smooth black hair cascading down. The girl was half-lying on Wenchuan, talking to him. They were talking softly about all sorts of things.

"The Abyss? I remember the Chronicles of Kyushu says that no one knows what lies beneath the Snow Cliff, and everyone who has been there has died."

Qingyu spoke with a hint of curiosity, "The Tianshan Snow Cliff is an extremely cold place, with a bottomless abyss below. For thousands of years, no one has known what lies below. Everyone who has jumped down has died, and those who have curiously gone to investigate have found nothing. Some even say it's a gap left by the gods when they created the earth, and anyone who goes in will never be seen again—"

There are many conflicting opinions, and after so many years, no one dares to explore the Snow Cliff Abyss anymore.

Wen Chuan chuckled softly, rubbing Qing Yu's shoulder, his tone languid with a hint of amusement, "Yes, I was young then, very curious, so I went down to investigate."

"And then what?" Qingyu asked.

And then—

His tone was soft, like a gentle laugh, but if you listened carefully, it carried a hint of seduction. After waiting for a while, he didn't continue, as if he deliberately paused to tease her.

Qingyu couldn't help but laugh. She propped herself up slightly, her long hair cascading down her back. She gazed intimately at her lover, then slowly lowered her eyes.

Wen Chuan felt somewhat helpless under her gaze. He tilted his head back slightly, his Adam's apple barely visible beneath the skin of his neck, his slightly exposed chest rising and falling with his breath. Qing Yu's eyes paused for a moment, then the girl smiled, her eyes filled with affection and untamed spirit.

Suddenly, she lowered her head and kissed his lips, gently. Before he could react, she kissed his Adam's apple, then lightly kissed his collarbone, step by step, little by little. Her movements were extremely light, almost too light to be called a kiss. She simply brushed her lips together for a moment before pulling away, like a feather gently brushing against his skin or a snowflake landing on his shoulder.

Wen Chuan unconsciously tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He couldn't help but inhale, and his slender hand gently grasped it. Qing Yu quietly reached out to his palm, gently touching and rubbing his fingers, and finally, their fingers intertwined.

...

"Wen Guyueheng, you."

She finally let out a soft laugh, a laugh filled with boundless affection. Wen Chuan took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and pulled her tightly into his arms. For a moment, they were pressed very close. He sighed helplessly yet tenderly.

"Then,"

"That's when I met you."

We should have spoken out sooner to avoid a resistance.

Qingyu smiled, pulled the blanket up, leaned on Wen Chuan's shoulder, closed her eyes, and only her face was visible.

"Hmph, forget it, I won't argue with you."

After all that talk, she still didn't say what was in the abyss. Oh well, she wasn't curious anyway. The abyss is a dark, cold, and damp place; what girl would want to go there?

Wen Chuan looked at her and asked gently, "Are you sleepy?"

"Um--"

Qingyu leaned closer to him with her eyes closed. "I'm sleepy, but I want to hear you talk."

Wen Chuan smiled, "What do you want to hear?"

"Anything is fine, um, let's not talk about Wen Chuan, let's talk about Wen Guyueheng, I want to hear about celebrities."

As she spoke, Qingyu gently patted Wenchuan's chest, which trembled slightly with laughter. The girl's eyes were still closed, and her voice was soft and tinged with weariness.

"Don't laugh, I can feel it."

...

The sound of wind and snow howling outside only made the warmth inside the house seem more palpable. The flickering candlelight witnessed their first time sleeping in each other's arms. At this moment, the girl quietly closed her eyes, and the boy's gentle and tender voice brushed past her ear.

"Wen Guyueheng, when he was little, he especially liked to run around."

“His family doesn’t care about him either, because they can’t control him.”

One night, he suddenly felt a strong urge to see the stars, so, braving the wind and snow, the little boy climbed up a snow-covered cliff in the Tianshan Mountains.

"Strangely enough, he didn't see any stars, but he did see two beautiful fairies."

"One is like the moon, and the other is like... spring."

"The Moon Fairy didn't speak, but the fairy who was as beautiful as spring gave him a sword, saying it was a fairy sword."

"That sword was taller than Wen Guyueheng. Wen Guyueheng was still thinking about how to hold onto it when he heard the Moon Fairy say, 'You should cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness.'"

"The fairy of spring smiled and said, 'The stars are so beautiful.'"

Wen Guyueheng couldn't understand what they were saying, but he wanted to say that there were no stars tonight. When he looked up again, he found that the fairy had disappeared.

"But the Legend of Sword and Fairy still exists."

"So he embarked on the path of ruthless swordsmanship, and spent his life gazing at the stars."

"As the immortal said, he cultivated the path of ruthlessness and never showed any favoritism in his life. He had no teacher, no friends, and no wife."

"But in the end, his sword acquired feelings."

"When he was in the South China Sea, he used his sword sheath to enter the sea and offer sacrifices to the dragon."

"Actually, he already had a feeling at that time. As the dragon's blood-red tears flowed down, he thought, it seems that his path is not without ruthlessness."

"Back in Beiyou, the immortal sword lost its spiritual energy, as if it were saying to him, why did you put its friend in the South China Sea, such a cold and deep place?"

"So, this immortal sword has feelings,"

"If a sword has feelings, can a sword cultivator still walk the path of ruthlessness?"

"Until the very end, when the heavenly tribulation arrived, he was still wondering why it was him, and who he was."

Quietly, Qingyu had fallen asleep, and Wenchuan also closed his eyes, without uttering a final word.

He was deeply confused, feeling that this place was not his path, and this path was not his destination. Perhaps he was never heartless, but his feelings were not here.

So, amidst the swirling snow and wind, he jumped alone into the abyss of the Tianshan Mountains.

Throughout the thousand-year history of the Nine Provinces, why do so many people revere the Sword Immortal Wen Gu? Because in their eyes, Wen Gu is the first Sword Immortal and also the last one in the Nine Provinces, who achieved immortality in human form and mastered the Dao.

He was the last immortal.

He is the last star in the deep sea.