Chapter 291 The Peach That Arrived "It's very beautiful, I like it very much."...

Why are you looking at this?

She closed the door and leaned forward. In the short time she had been waiting for her, Ru Xian had already seen most of it.

"Know yourself and know your enemy?" He raised his voice slightly at the end, saying only four words.

After speaking, Ru Xian glanced at her, then bent her straight leg slightly to leave half of the couch for her, and Lin Feiran sat down without any hesitation.

"Knowing ourselves and our enemy, they probably know more about us..."

She braced herself with her hands behind her back, stretched her legs out, and then stretched lazily at the foot of the tatami mat, before hanging down at the foot of the tatami mat like an inverted bow.

Well, let tomorrow's worries come tomorrow. Although she has some ideas now, her methods are not quite right. It would be better to wait for her master to return before discussing it further.

She paused, then turned to look at the book.

The cover is a striking blue background with gold patterns, and the three characters "New World Theory" are written in gold ink, shining brightly.

After a moment, the book suddenly moved down, revealing a pair of slightly deep blue peach blossom eyes. Although they were slightly lowered, they were very beautiful.

He looked Lin Feiran up and down, wanting to say something, but his voice was still a little hoarse. Although it had a certain charm, he didn't find it pleasant to listen to, so he only uttered a few words concisely.

"What, did you get the short end of the stick?"

He didn't ask her what she was looking at, but instead pointed to another question. Lin Feiran was somewhat surprised: "How did you know I was thinking about that? I did miss with my sword just now."

Ru Xian chuckled lightly, still only saying a few words: "I have ears, I can hear."

Lin Feiran sighed, looked at the dimly lit beam, and said without any discouragement, "I definitely won't leave empty-handed next time!"

She paused, then suddenly remembered something, sat up abruptly, and turned her head sharply: "Did you hear what we were saying just now?"

"Your hearing is too good; you can hear everything." He joked, then looked back at the book, his eyes crinkling with satisfaction. "It seems that even if I lose all my cultivation, I can still have a henchman at the Divine Travel Realm."

Lin Feiran opened his eyes slightly, then looked away again, and said in a low voice, but loud enough for a wisp of snow to hear, "...Not just anyone can make me their henchman."

Ru Xian nodded thoughtfully, and the book turned a page. He said in a hoarse voice, "Not just anyone can be my henchman."

When he said the same thing, he sounded much more confident and composed. At times like this, Lin Feiran usually couldn't win an argument with him, and she didn't intend to continue arguing.

These days, peaceful moments are rare, so such conversations should be kept brief and to the point, without wasting any more time.

Lin Feiran shifted a few inches to the side, then leaned over, resting his chin on the man's bent knee, the hem of his robe trailing at his ankles, pressing down on his legs in an unconventional sitting posture. He then reached out and grabbed the floating book, looking up at it.

This wasn't the first time she'd done this, and Ru Xian adjusted her position slightly to make her more comfortable.

Lin Feiran glanced at it briefly and asked, "You suddenly used a spell just now. How are you feeling now? Is your spiritual energy in disarray?"

She was looking at the book when she asked a completely unrelated question.

He swung his bent leg, and Lin Feiran's head swayed from side to side as well: "However, my meridians are indeed a bit uncomfortable, but since I'm older than you, I have to bear it myself, unlike some people who always rely on you no matter what."

Lin Feiran reached out and pressed down on his leg, blinking to ease the tension: "If you want, I'll let you lean on me, or even carry you on my back."

As if a haze were rising, he then extended a finger to push aside the hanging book, sat up straight, and easily approached the person resting on his knees. He spoke, and a faint, cool fragrance brushed against her face.

He said meaningfully, "So it turns out that the real intention was not what it seemed."

This is an apology.

There has been some progress; she can finally guess what he cares about.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feiran looked away and stopped leaning against his legs. Instead, she sat up straight and began to gently massage his legs with the hand that had been holding them down, using the massage technique he had previously taught her to relieve his discomfort after using the incantation.

She said seriously, "I do have some discernment now."

Ru Xian's pent-up frustration dissipated considerably, so he leaned back on the couch, pulled the book back, and placed one leg on her knee, looking much happier.

As Lin Feiran worked, he asked, "What is this book about?"

Just as Ru Xian was about to answer, she heard her say, "Give me a summary."

He paused, tilted his head to look, and half of his face appeared behind the blue and gold book cover. He raised his eyebrows at her, questioning her tone, as she would never speak to him like that.

Lin Feiran sat up even straighter, her hands never stopping, her eyes gleaming with a youthful, undisguised light. She said with a hint of self-satisfaction, "I won't let you study for nothing, I have something to give you."

Asking him to give a summary was a pretense; the real purpose was to find an excuse to send him gifts.

As if understanding the meaning behind it, Ru Xian chuckled, sat back down, and the hanging book obscured most of her face.

"The general idea is that Tantric Buddhism was born from the great war between the two worlds. Because the Heavenly Dao could not bear to see such suffering, it transformed into a human and became the Lord of the Dao, descending to the world."

Such eternal night is merely a harbinger. When the sky is completely dark, without a single ray of dawn, a great rain will fall upon the world, continuing until it has submerged everything. This rain is not an act of annihilation, but rather a sign of rebirth.

At that time, the Lord of the Dao will protect all the subjugated believers and lead them to a new realm where everyone can cultivate.

Lin Feiran paused in his kneading, and asked in confusion, "This is quite similar to what they said in Luoyang City."

Ru Xian chuckled, turned the book to her face, and then turned to one of the pages. It was the last page of a chapter, so only half of it had ink written on it, while the other half was blank.

He pointed to the blank space, made a hand seal, and a point of hidden light appeared in it, with the characters flying into the air.

"If I could do it all over again, I would have no regrets," Lin Feiran said softly.

Ru Xian said, "The character '墨' (mo) is for mortals, but this sentence is for cultivators like you and me who are at a higher level."

Lin Feiran immediately thought of Zhang Chunhe and Prince Qingping.

Ru Xian said softly, "You've been very busy lately. Have you remembered anything you've forgotten?"

Lin Feiran immediately started to think it over in her mind, but after thinking it over, she couldn't find anything she had forgotten. She said, "If I can remember it, then it doesn't mean I've forgotten. What do you want to remind me of?"

Ru Xian closed the book and gestured with her chin: "That depends on what you're going to give me first."

Lin Feiran smiled and said, "Close your eyes first."

Ru Xian crossed his arms and immediately did as he was told. In the darkness, he could only hear the faint sound of clothes rubbing together. He could feel Lin Feiran slowly approaching him... Could it be that she has finally figured things out and knows how to steal a kiss?

As Xue thought of these things by his own standards, the next moment he smelled a faint fragrance, a scent of vitality that did not belong to this decaying, dark night.

To be honest, it has a nostalgic feel to it.

He opened his eyes, and in the warm yellow light, a peach tree was outlined, its branches and vines twisting and turning, with petals on its blossoms, and a few dewdrops of water clinging to its stamens, like morning dew in spring.

This was originally an ordinary flower, which could be seen everywhere during spring outings, but in today's world, it has become very precious.

A look of amazement did indeed appear in Ru Xian's eyes; he hadn't seen such a color in a long time.

"Here you go." Lin Feiran smiled and handed the flowers to him.

Ru Xian gladly accepted it, her fingertips gently tracing the petals, and looked up at her: "Where did you come from?"

“There was a very tall peach tree in that saint’s secret realm. It had beautiful flowers. I knew you would like it, so I took a branch with me before I left.”

She flicked the branch, and the water droplets on the stamens swayed, full of vitality.

Ru Xian's gaze had softened, all the pent-up anger in her heart had vanished, and her eyes were fixed only on the flower that had been specially brought for him. The corners of her lips were already turned up, and she couldn't bring herself to smile.

He didn't say anything, and Lin Feiran didn't urge him to quickly tell him what he had missed.

Ru Xian looked down, her gaze subtly shifting, looking through the flower branches at Lin Feiran.

She sat cross-legged on the not-so-large long couch, her hands supporting her on either side, her clear eyes filled with laughter, her lips slightly pursed, her philtrum pressed down, and her face showing an obvious expectation.

...He couldn't help but think how wonderful it would have been if he had met Lin Feiran much earlier.

Under her expectant gaze, he carefully put the spring peach into his mustard seed bag and replied, "It's very beautiful, I like it very much."

Lin Feiran immediately straightened up. She wasn't used to showing her emotions, and although she didn't show much on her face, her legs, which were crossed, were moving incessantly, like a pair of wings that were about to unleash a whirlwind. If that were a tail, it would probably be spinning out of shape.

She said, "I knew you would like it; you were completely mesmerized."

As Ru Xian looked at her, if gazes could materialize, Lin Feiran would probably be drowning in them right now.

He suppressed his emotions, but his voice betrayed a slight unease, softer and hoarser than before. He seemed oblivious, saying only, "Don't you want to know what you've forgotten?"

Lin Feiran snapped out of her smugness at having guessed correctly, and her heavy mood eased somewhat. She asked, "What did I forget?"

As if a hailstorm were to rise, the doors and windows of the dwelling slammed shut, and a magic seal rose from his palm, enveloping the area—a formation to isolate it from the outside world.

Lin Feiran turned her head to look, and just as she was wondering what was going on, another figure suddenly appeared in the room.

The man stared wide-eyed at them, seeing the two sitting together on a couch, their clothes somewhat disheveled, their legs, like hazelnuts, even partially exposed. The scene was undeniably erotic.

He paused several times, then said in a resounding voice.

"What are you doing?!"

This person was none other than Fuyin, who had been forgotten for a long time.

When Lin Feiran saw him, he suddenly remembered that he had been captured alive by Ru Xian, and then many things happened at once, so he had no time to take care of him and threw him into the mustard seed bag.

The person who was previously seriously injured has now fully recovered and can even stare at them and shout loudly.

Lin Feiran looked at his hands, not thinking much of it, and asked in confusion, "Unblocking the meridians, what else can I be doing?"

Fu Yin choked, as if he had been overthinking things. He snorted, withdrew his gaze, and coldly surveyed his surroundings before finally fixing his gaze on Ru Xian without saying a word.

Ru Xian put the book in her hand aside and said, "Why are you looking at me? I'm not the one who needs to ask you questions today."

He handed the choice to Lin Feiran.

"Since there are some things we can't understand, why not find someone who knows the inside story to help us figure them out?"

Author's Note: Ji Changying's storyline is coming to an end...

P.S.: If we were to sculpt animals, Kobayashi would be an honest and fierce little dog. [Pity][Pity]

Previously it was all cat sculptures, but this time a dog is making a grand entrance!

P.S.: Since July, I've been working non-stop, signing my name, and updating my blog. It almost wore me out, so I've often been updating in the early hours of the morning. Good news, the signature feature is almost finished... But I won't make any promises yet! [crying emoji]