Chapter 21

If memory is wrong, then perhaps no one else can be trusted.

This matter should not be easily discussed with others.

Sheng Ningyu lowered her eyes: "That person was extremely cautious. I didn't see him until I was sealed in front of the coffin."

Yuan Daojun: "What about the coffin?"

Sheng Ningyu yawned: "It's buried back. If you want to go see it, please bring me a soft cushion to put in there, so that if there's another time like this, I can lie down more comfortably."

Yuan Daojun: "...What kind of cushion do you want?"

Ha! The old man actually went along with what she said?

Sixty years ago, when she came to see him, he almost kicked her out!

Has she changed her ways now?

Sheng Ningyu touched the soft chair in her hand and said reluctantly, "It doesn't need to be anything fancy. The cushion I'm lying on right now is just fine."

Unable to resist any longer, Yuan Daojun flicked her forehead with his finger and said irritably, "This is a flowing silver silk couch, a treasure worth several thousand spirit stones!" He paused and added, "If you like it, you can take one later. Now, think about it: who exactly attacked you? Have you offended anyone before?"

Could it really be his good apprentice?

Yuan Daojun wondered, could Xie Qianjing really be so promising?

"I am quite wary of people, and I will not easily let someone get close to me unless they are someone I am close to and trust."

"Secondly, there's that guy Li Qingfeng, right?" Sheng Ningyu lowered her eyes, her fingers constantly tracing the rim of the teacup. "A long time ago, we made a bet that whoever lost would have their name read backwards. He lost but refused to keep his promise... Anyway, we had a fight. He felt that I didn't trust him enough and that I looked down on him, so he told me never to set foot in Qingniao Yiyehua again."

"Then Little Phoenix... Feng Xiaosheng counts too."

This time, Sheng Ningyu's eyelids drooped, and she didn't even touch the cup: "She...her people died under my sword. She is a phoenix, and the little phoenix lord of the clan. She has a big temper, and in the end, she didn't even reply to my letters anymore."

As Yuan Daojun watched, the floating dust drifted by, and suddenly the scene before his eyes transformed back to what it had been a hundred years ago.

What was Sheng Ningyu like back then?

Riding a horse freely, playing with cranes and zithers, changing a thousand-year-old talisman with a single stroke, cleaving a ten-thousand-year-old curse with a single sword.

It was truly a chaotic and disruptive undertaking.

Few of the old men at the top of the righteous path liked her, but almost none of the younger ones below them disliked her.

"Let me tell you a joke. Someone said I'll be locked in a coffin for sixty years! Hahaha, do you think you'll already be dead when I come out?"

She had said something similar before, Yuan Daojun remembered.

Young and arrogant, they don't recognize the vastness of the sky or the immensity of the earth.

And now...

As Sheng Ningyu counted, she almost couldn't count them all on her fingers.

She fell silent.

She's offended way too many people, hasn't she?

“Not entirely,” Yuan Daojun said calmly, interrupting her.

Sheng Ningyu paused for a moment, without raising her eyes.

Yuan Daojun: "After you left, Li Qingfeng really did change his name to 'Feng Qingli'."

"Feng Xiaosheng has become the city lord of Silver Bamboo City and is known as 'Young Master Feng.' He is the undisputed next patriarch of the Feng Clan, and his temperament has become much more stable over the years."

"As for your junior sister, you must have heard that she did not become a Daoist couple with that man surnamed Chu."

Even an old man like myself, who has only half-comprehended the Way of Heaven, cannot bear to be harsh on her, let alone those who spend their days and nights with her?

They were all thinking of her.

When we are young, we always speak too confidently and do things too decisively. But behind the scenes, there are all sorts of conspiracies and schemes that force us to move forward step by step. We can't see the true meaning behind it all, and there is no way back.

Yuan Daojun looked at Sheng Ningyu: "But you overlooked the person who knows you best and whom you trust the most."

Sheng Ningyu lowered her hand and lay quietly on the chair without uttering a sound.

This time, Yuan Daojun did not soften his heart and spoke almost coldly: "Your second senior brother, Rong Que."

As the sun began to set, its shimmering light, fleeting and dancing, suddenly changed its trajectory.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the setting sun shone into my eyes, making me feel a little sore.

Sheng Ningyu thought to herself, "I know."

Of course she knew.

Otherwise, why would she have hidden herself all the way, pretending to be crazy rather than revealing a trace, and not daring to return to the Sword Pavilion rashly?

Rong Que, the world-renowned "Number One Young Master," is recognized in the cultivation world as having exceptional demeanor and being a refined gentleman.

He was also the second senior brother of the Sword Pavilion who raised her.

Sheng Ningyu lowered her head and sighed deeply: "So I don't know what to do."

Yuan Daojun didn't believe it: "Why don't you go find your senior brother?"

Sheng Ningyu said, half-jokingly, "The sign at the entrance of Gui Cang Tower that says 'Sheng Ningyu and dogs are not allowed to enter' is still up. Besides, that tower master once kicked me out. As you know, my master gave an order that from now on, there will be no 'senior brother' in the Sword Pavilion."

Sheng Ningyu slumped lazily in her chair: "Ah, Madam Xiang? We only met three times."

If it were really that simple, why would I have kept her in my heart for so long?

However, Yuan Daojun also knew that if Sheng Ningyu didn't want to say something, there was no way to get it out of her.

Fortunately, he didn't necessarily need to figure it out.

The younger generation has its own path, so what business is it of this old man?

Sheng Ningyu swallowed without thinking and looked sincerely at Yuan Daojun, which made Yuan Daojun's words catch in his throat for a moment.

Sheng Ningyu: "...???"

What? !

Is it too late for her to take the medicine out now?!

After arguing for a long time, Sheng Ningyu finally accepted the provocation of "Nothing ventured, nothing gained" and "If you get too close, the owner of the spirit bone will sense it. Don't you dare to go and see?"

But Yuan Daojun always felt that she was still cursing him as an "old bastard" in her heart.

Just like a hundred years ago.

Yuan Daojun breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely exclaimed, "You should go to Qingyi Academy and show your power there. Don't come here and ruin my little herb field."

Sheng Ningyu laughed: "If I go to Qingyi Academy, I'll definitely be a disciple of Yunwang Palace. If something happens, won't I still be the one coming to me?"

Yuan Daojun calmly picked up the herbal tea, waved his hand, and said nonchalantly, "I will go with you. He is teaching on behalf of Yunwang Palace. If anything happens, just look for him."

Sheng Ningyu nodded and sat down next to Yuan Daojun, also holding a cup of tea. She sighed, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother, you're going too. It really does resemble the old days of the academy."

"Yes, and he can also take care of you if he goes..."

"That's true, and I'm afraid my senior brother is used to cleaning up my messes..."

The two of them took turns saying a few words, gazing at the scenery outside the window.

The setting sun casts its rays, filling the sky with rosy clouds.

Having met two younger people with whom he had a deep connection, Yuan Daojun was filled with emotion. He thought of many old friends and was also roused by Sheng Ningyu to talk about many old stories, which made his whole demeanor much gentler.

Ah, those were good times.

[It cannot be spoken of.]

A chill ran through Yuan Daojun's body, and he shuddered. His eyelids twitched, and he turned to see Sheng Ningyu, whose face was full of innocence.

hehe.

He said that none of the sword cultivators were good people!

A note from the author:

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Qingyi Academy! (Clang clang clang!)

Recover the spirit bones! (Clang clang clang!)

Crazy reveal of identities! (Clang clang clang!)