Chapter 159 Like Scattered Snowflakes (Revised and Expanded) "You're too easily seduced..."

A gentle breeze blew in from the window, carrying a few ginkgo leaves. The wind was no longer as warm as before, but instead carried a subtle chill.

It was late autumn, but the medicine still carried a warm feeling as Lin Feiran wiped the remaining juice from the corner of her lips, finding it very sweet.

Although she didn't know much about spiritual herbs, she was quite well-read. If even she had never heard of it, it must be a very rare spiritual herb like the Cloud Soul Rain Spirit Grass.

After swallowing for a few moments, the tingling pain throughout my body had subsided considerably, and my tense, sore muscles had relaxed.

...It worked so quickly.

Lin Feiran couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart, so she could only look at Ru Xian and answer earnestly.

"It tastes especially good."

His lips curved like snowflakes, and a pair of peach blossom eyes stared quietly at her. His voice carried a unique coolness as he slowly uttered four words.

"A cow chewing on a peony."

Lin Feiran was speechless for a moment, but thinking about it, she realized that she had never eaten any good spiritual herbs and couldn't distinguish between good and bad, so she had no way to refute it. However, she still struggled before nodding in agreement.

"Or, how about changing it to 'Feiran's Drunken Drinking on Velvet Grass'..."

Ru Xian's eyes narrowed even more, her crossed legs swayed slightly, she shook her head, and only took half a step back: "A calf chewing a peony."

Lin Feiran sighed.

When her body suddenly relaxed, she felt a little unsteady on her feet, so she sat back down on the wooden chair, leaned her head on the table, and let Ru Xian massage the acupoints on her back. She didn't even notice that his legs were right next to her, just inches away.

With each breath, a layer of white mist veiled the golden ring, blurring her reflection.

For some reason, Lin Feiran's thoughts gradually became scattered.

Although Ru Xian was indeed treating her by clearing her meridians and shifting her sword bones, the technique was so comfortable that it felt more like she was enjoying herself than being treated.

He was previously testing the drug...

"For example, what are the effects of this drug?"

Lin Feiran lay on the table, quietly lifting his eyelids to look at the figure above. Perhaps because the light was too bright, his face was blurred in the light and shadow.

As Ru Xian's lips curved into a smile, her body moved slightly, and her scattered snow-white hair obscured the sunlight, casting a few strands of light and shadow between her brows.

"The effect is that the pain relief is so obvious that it can temporarily distract people, making them unable to control themselves and causing them to do whatever comes to mind."

Lin Feiran was burying her head in her arms, only one eye showing as she looked at him.

It was a kind of secretive observation that one thought was private, yet couldn't help but secretly observe out of curiosity.

Lin Feiran was still looking at him, still only showing one eye. Whenever he moved, her gaze would follow him.

Ru Xian found it amusing, but something else was stirring within her.

The spiritual meridians along her spine dispersed, and the spiritual energy was no longer blocked. His hand then fell onto her arm, gently pushing away the blockages.

He couldn't help but ask, "So you really like calling me by my first name?"

Lin Feiran nodded vigorously, even explaining, "Because we're good friends, you only let me call you by your name, which shows your trust in me. I like it when people trust me."

She was really dizzy. Ru Xian couldn't help but think that she could so easily say the word "like".

Lin Feiran remained slumped over the table, her right hand resting on his leg. Because her mind was scattered and her gaze could not be focused, she quietly moved closer by half an inch, finally revealing her other eye when she looked at him.

"Ru Xian, why are you called Ru Xian?"

Sleet is like tiny snowballs that form in the misty forest; once the sun rises, it's all dried up into water droplets and vanishes without a trace... This isn't like you."

Ru Xian stepped on the armrest of the seat and raised her hand to brush away the stray hairs on her forehead.

"You're only asking now? Looks like you've been thinking about this a lot. You think I'm not like Shanhua, so what am I like? If the answer satisfies me, I'll tell you why."

Lin Feiran remained silent for a long time, just quietly watching him, but he did not urge her, but simply massaged the acupoints on the back of her arm.

She's used to giving a thorough answer, so she always takes a long time to think about it.

"I think you are like flames, like molten gold, like a hot spring, like drizzle, like a sharp blade, like a high wall, but you are not like the fleeting beauty of wispy snow that dissipates at sunrise."

Ru Xian paused slightly, then touched her blurry gaze: "Only you think of me like this."

He rubbed one arm loose, then pulled the other over, so that Lin Feiran lay sideways on his lap, her chin resting against the gold ring. Because she was numb all over, she could only press down like that.

Although she was not fully conscious, she was still coherent and said, "Are you satisfied with this answer? If you are, please tell me."

Ru Xian did not give a clear answer, but instead plucked a ginkgo leaf, half-closed the window, and remained silent for a moment before replying.

“When I was very young, I learned the Chinese language with my mother, and one of the characters was ‘霰’ (xiàn).

My mother told me that sleet is born in the dead of night and dies at sunrise.

At that time, I thought the so-called 'sleet' was another kind of mayfly, but I had seen mayflies, but I had never seen 'sleet'.

Lin Feiran looked up at him, her gaze unwavering.

"Later, I was finally able to practice in the forest and saw a field of snowflakes, pure white and hazy, drifting under the moonlight, waiting for the sunrise. It was the most beautiful scene I had ever seen."

My mother once told me that if they could survive until dawn and the sun rose, they would turn into real pearls. So I waited on the tree for a long time until the first ray of sunlight appeared on the sky...

Unfortunately, that was just a rumor.

In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, they melted away in the sunlight, disappearing without a trace.

"The meaning is very bad, isn't it?"

He looked at Lin Feiran, as if asking her a question, but also as if answering his own question.

“I simply don’t believe in rumors or fate. I named myself Ruxian not because I want to die at sunrise, but because I want to be the only one to break through in this field of snowflakes.”

It broke free and then transformed into the most dazzling pearl in the world under the bright sun.

Lin Feiran naturally understood the meaning behind his words and couldn't help but think of herself, feeling deeply moved. Although she couldn't see his expression, she was still very touched by it.

She suddenly stood up despite her aching body, which surprised him and startled him for a moment.

"what you do?"

Lin Feiran staggered forward and stretched out her hands.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out.

Ru Xian looked to her left, and after realizing what she wanted to do, a look of surprise flashed across her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile. However, the next moment, Lin Feiran accurately cupped her face.

The sound was so clear and crisp that anyone who heard it would think it was a pearl falling to the ground.

Ru Xie: "..."

Lin Feiran was completely unaware, and was even particularly satisfied with the feel of the jade in his palm, touching it again and again, as if he were holding a piece of fine mutton fat jade, delicate and cool, making him want to play with it in his hands.

But she didn't actually play with it; instead, her unfocused gaze fell with difficulty onto the hay-like surface.

"You're destined to be the one who succeeds; you were born to be a gem!"

As Ru Xian's eyes flickered slightly, and thinking of Lin Feiran's temperament, his gaze suddenly became meaningful.

"Really? Even with the pills made from the Cloud Soul Rain Grass, my symptoms are only relieved. Although I no longer have to work day and night like before, my spiritual energy still becomes chaotic."

My illness is still not cured.

Lin Feiran was deeply moved and couldn't bear to hear such words. She immediately let go of Ru Xian's hands and hugged her tightly without any extra movements, her hands behaving very properly.

"I left you the second chapter of the journal, and I will definitely help you. If the spiritual veins ever riot again, just ask me for help. Don't worry that I'll find it troublesome; I will help you!"

Lin Feiran had a faint fragrance on her, not his usual plum blossom scent, but a unique scent that she could not smell unless she got close.

Like pine trees standing atop mountains, or gladioli blooming on cliffs, they possess their own fragrance. However, this scent, carried by the wind, is very faint and fleeting, yet it is unforgettable.

His hand slowly moved to the back of Lin Feiran's neck, his chin resting on her shoulder. He glanced sideways at his fingertips tracing her dark hair, and a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips.

His other hand landed on Lin Fei's lower back, and he massaged the last acupoint.

"You are too easily tempted."

"A few words are enough to soften your heart. That little Taoist priest used a self-inflicted injury trick, and you took one more look... I originally wanted to discipline you, because being soft-hearted is a big no-no, but I still couldn't bring myself to do it..."

He stood not far from Lin Feiran's ear and asked softly, "Do you know what discipline is?"

Lin Feiran simply shook his head, chuckled, and replied, "You like the jewelry I bought for you, you like the robes I painted, you like me asking you where you went every day, and you like me asking you when you'll be back every night."

Whether they're right or wrong, they like to have their mistakes pointed out; they want to be praised for good things and punished for bad things...

Lin Feiran liked to tie a line around each of their wrists so that they wouldn't lose their way back when they went on their journey.

Whether Lin Feiran heard it or not, it took her a long time before she nodded almost imperceptibly.

Once the medicinal effects of the velvet grass wear off, an extremely strong drowsiness will follow.

It was already night. After pressing the acupoints on her lower back and finally relieving her discomfort, Lin Feiran lay face down on the table and, unsurprisingly, fell asleep.

Ru Xian stepped down from the table, her long legs resting on the edge, and quietly watched Lin Feiran.

...

The next morning, Lin Feiran stared blankly at the top of the tent. Before the new day had even begun, he lay on the bed as if struck by lightning, his expression filled with disbelief.

Why didn't Ru Xian tell her that although the effects of the medicine would wear off, her memories wouldn't simply disappear?

Yesterday's events flashed through her memory so clearly, as if they were constantly replaying themselves. She remembered every word she said, every action she took, and every answer she gave.

She silently slid down, her ears turning red, and hid under the covers, almost curling up into a ball, as if that would make her forget everything.

Lin Feiran could no longer bear it. She suddenly threw off the covers, got out of bed barefoot, and paced back and forth in the room, but she could not get rid of the demonic voice.

She wanted to pour herself a cup of cold tea to calm her mind, but as soon as she touched the porcelain cup, her palm immediately recalled the same delicate touch, and she put the cup back as if she had been burned.

She raised her hands, but neither closing them nor opening them seemed right. Her ears turned red as she paced aimlessly around the room.

She desperately needed something to calm her mind, and after searching around, her gaze fell on the pile of books on the table.

The font is sharp and slender, yet also very casual.

These were words scattered like hailstones, squeezed together beneath her casually jotted-down annotations.

Lin Feiran: "..."

Now things are even more chaotic.

Her gaze lingered for a moment before she couldn't help but look at the book, where she saw the original text of the miscellaneous book: "The scenery of Penglai is extremely beautiful, with lush grass and abundant flowers. Walking along the stream, one can see the water of Mancao flowing with flowers."

She casually wrote a note below: "Aquatic flower? Never seen one before, I must go and see it sometime."

Below this note, he wrote: "It looks quite good, and it can clear heat and relieve summer heat. It tastes bitter, but it has a pleasant aroma."

Below that are a few aquatic flowers drawn by delicate hands.

Lin Feiran remained silent for a moment, then immediately turned the page again. Gradually, a look of surprise gathered in her eyes.

After finishing this book, she quickly pulled out other books and, in the sunlight, flipped through each one. The surprise in her eyes faded, leaving only a look of bewilderment.

Ru Xian had read almost all the books she had ever read. In every book, if she had ever written a note, there would always be another line of small print following it.

Almost all of them were answers or responses to her annotations.

During her years at Daohe Palace, Lin Feiran didn't have many close friends. So, when she had nothing to do besides her initial cultivation, she devoted herself to books for solace.

Whenever she came across something interesting in a book but had no one to share it with, she would write her thoughts down in the book. Over time, this became a habit of making annotations.

She never imagined that anyone would see the "self" in the book, but many years later, her annotations have received a response.

Lin Feiran stroked the pages of the book, sitting at the desk for a long time. The lingering heat in her ears gradually subsided until a cool breeze blew in, making the pages rustle. Finally, she looked up at the window.

Half of the ginkgo leaves in the courtyard have fallen; winter has arrived in the city of Yaodu.

She took a ginkgo leaf that was blown by, carefully smoothed it out, and tucked it into a book. Then she straightened the stack of books, put them back in their original place, and got up to leave.

A few moments later, the sound of swords rang out in the courtyard, and a figure in black moved about practicing swordsmanship, sweeping up countless fallen leaves that rustled softly.

As the golden petals drifted down, Xuan Ying suddenly stopped. She held her sword behind her, looked up, and a smile suddenly curved her lips.

Author's Note: Last chapter everyone was guessing what it was, making everyone so confused [heart emoji][heart emoji], how could it be that kind of drug? Damn it! Those who have read my other books know that I'm a pure love author! (X)