Chapter 50 A Young Man's Thoughts (80% Male Lead Perspective) Yes, I like...
For cultivators, seclusion is a common occurrence, and for Fu Yunshu, it's an everyday occurrence.
Before accepting Yin Lisheng as his disciple, Fu Yunshu had been in seclusion for most of the year, and even Song Wenzhuo rarely saw him.
Knowing something is one thing, but actually facing it is another.
Yin Lisheng's heart sank suddenly, as if something had gripped it tightly, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.
He opened his mouth, but his throat felt blocked by something, and after a long while he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Master... how long will you be in seclusion?"
Fu Yunshu tilted his head slightly, looking at the moonlight in the distance: "At least ten years."
There was no other way. This seclusion was to stabilize his cultivation level, and he had done it every time before. In this life, due to the abnormality of the Heavenly Dao seal, Fu Yunshu was even more cautious about these things and dared not treat them lightly.
"Ten years..." Yin Lisheng murmured, repeating the two words over and over, but his heart felt as if it had been torn apart by something.
He had only known his master for ten years.
Yin Lisheng lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously gripping the stones beside the hot spring, his fingertips turning slightly white. The steam from the hot spring rose up, blurring his vision, yet he felt a chill run through his body, as if he were in a frozen wasteland.
"Master..." Yin Lisheng's voice trembled slightly. He raised his head and forced a smile. "I understand. You can go into seclusion in peace. I will take good care of Tingxue Peak for the next ten years."
“However,” Yin Lisheng’s voice was so low it was almost inaudible. He lowered his head, not daring to look into Fu Yunshu’s eyes, “I…I will miss you.”
Something inside him seemed to be screaming wildly, making it impossible for him to look directly at Fu Yunshu calmly.
Fu Yunshu was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly, raised his hand to ruffle Yin Lisheng's hair, and said with a hint of doting in his voice, "Silly child, it's just a period of seclusion, not a matter of life and death."
Yin Lisheng didn't speak, but simply nodded silently. He knew Fu Yunshu was right, but his heart still couldn't find peace.
He raised his head, his gaze falling on Fu Yunshu's face, as if he wanted to imprint that face deeply into his mind.
Under the moonlight, Fu Yunshu's features were exquisitely beautiful, with a faint smile on her lips, so captivating that it was impossible to look away. Yin Lisheng's heart pounded involuntarily, as if something was surging wildly in his chest, almost bursting out of his chest.
But he knew that now was not the time.
"Master," Yin Lisheng said, his voice filled with deep reluctance, "I will wait for you to return."
Fu Yunshu nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll come see you again after I finish my seclusion."
"Don't get too caught up in cultivation while I'm in seclusion. Go visit Qiu Nan and the others occasionally."
Yin Lisheng sighed helplessly, "Master's requirements are always so unusual."
Fu Yunshu sighed. There was nothing he could do; his apprentice was just too stubborn.
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After the news of Immortal Venerable Huaiwei's seclusion came out, fewer people came to offer their congratulations, and Song Wenzhuo was happy to have some peace and quiet.
He came to Xuefeng to invite Yin Lisheng to stay on the main peak, since it was too boring for him to stay here alone. At least he was quite familiar with his disciples and junior uncle on the main peak.
Yin Lisheng refused.
"Isn't Master still here?"
That's what he said.
Song Wenzhu left, turning back every few steps. It seemed that his grandmaster's seclusion had been a significant blow to his junior master.
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Yin Lisheng felt that he was taking good care of himself, and he would write a letter to his master every year.
The first year.
To the Master:
Seeing this letter is like seeing you in person; opening it brings a smile to my face.
I planted a peach tree in the yard. Although the bamboo grove is quiet and secluded, it may be a bit monotonous.
Fellow Daoist Qiu from Danfeng said that the peach tree will blossom and bear fruit in five years at the latest. I imagine that by the time you emerge from seclusion, it will already be lush and verdant...
The following year.
To the Master:
Several months have passed since we parted, and my longing is unbearable.
The peach tree is not what it used to be, but it is still far from flowering and bearing fruit. However, I believe it will not disappoint us.
I have been practicing diligently for the past two years. Duan Yuan said that the "Qingxin Ningshen Jue" is no longer suitable for me now. It originally wanted to find me another cultivation method, but who knew that Sect Master Song had already sent me a new one. It turns out that you had planned everything for me before you went into seclusion. I am very honored.
The "Cleansing Mind and Concentrating Spirit Technique" was the first gift you gave your disciple, and I have placed it in the deepest part of my consciousness.
Duan Yuan asked me why I still had to look at the text every day when I had already memorized it perfectly. I said it didn't understand, but then it got angry again. The mind of a sword spirit is indeed hard to fathom...
The fifth year.
To the Master:
Long time no see, Zhiyu, I often think of you.
The peach trees have grown tall, and in spring, the peach blossoms are dazzling, like rosy clouds falling from the sky to earth, covering the branches in full bloom.
I can't help but imagine you dancing with your sword under the peach tree. I imagine the scene would be breathtaking. Your figure is upright, your sword moves are sharp, your clothes flutter in the wind, and the peach blossoms reflect your eyebrows and eyes. Your dashing figure would make your disciple fall in love with you.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to see them for the time being, so I collected the peach blossoms and learned to make peach blossom pastries, peach blossom porridge, peach blossom cakes...
Qiu Nan and the others all said it tasted good and were vying to eat it. Si Miao tried to snatch the peach blossom candy from Jiang Heng's plate, but accidentally knocked over Shuang Wan's plate. When Sect Leader Song found out about this, he ordered Si Miao to clean the mountain gate for seven days.
Oh, by the way, I've also brewed a few jars of peach blossom wine and buried them under the tree, to be shared with you when you emerge from seclusion, Master.
It's only five years, I can wait that long...
The seventh year.
To the Master:
My ink is limited, and I cannot express all that I wish to say.
Lately, I have been dreaming of my master frequently, and when I wake up, I feel a sense of loss.
I never imagined that there would be a traitor on Tingxue Peak. I don’t know when Sect Leader Song found out about this, but he ordered me to go to the other peaks to exchange and learn. He told me not to stay on Tingxue Peak until I learned something.
I disagreed and retorted that I was his senior apprentice.
Who knew he would use his status as sect leader to pressure me? How despicable!
In the first month, I went to Sword Peak. Qiu Nan was out on a mission, so after Peak Master Gu demonstrated the sword technique once, he told me to practice it myself, and then he went to find Sect Master Song.
I learned it, and then I fled back.
The following month, I went to Danfeng. Peak Master Ning ordered her disciple to teach me alchemy. I did it, but unfortunately, the alchemy furnace was unreliable, and I had to return home to retire.
Ning Fengzhu got angry and forbade me from getting close to the alchemy furnace to harm her spiritual herbs, so I fled back.
In the third month, I went to Qifeng. Master Yefeng taught me how to forge weapons. I showed him the airplane you had given me years ago, and he was amazed. He studied it for three days straight without sleep, and I didn't get a good night's sleep either.
The Song emperor ordered me to take the plane back and not stay up all night with him, so I fled back.
In the fourth month, I went to Fufeng. Rumor has it that Fufeng is filled with thousands of formations of all sizes, and there is only one correct path to enter.
Master Wenfeng said that I can return to Tingxuefeng whenever I find that path.
The next day I gave him the correct answer, and he was somewhat devastated, beginning to question the meaning of life.
I dared not tell him that I had actually spent five high-grade spirit stones to buy it from Yang Huaimu of the Weapon Peak, so I fled.
In the fifth month, I went to Beast Taming Peak, where I stayed for a full month.
Peak Master Du said that there were originally several seventh-tier spirit beasts on the back mountain of Listening Snow Peak. They were strange and fierce, and usually dared not act recklessly because of your intimidation. But when I first came to Listening Snow Peak, you gave them a severe beating and made them behave. The beasts were greatly saddened and no longer wanted to stay on Listening Snow Peak, so they chose to seek refuge with Peak Master Du.
Although Master Du smiled kindly, he was actually adept at manipulating people.
That's right. He asked me to stay at Beast Taming Peak to learn how to communicate with demonic beasts, so that when I go back, I can ask the other demonic beasts in the back mountain about you.
I admit that he had me completely under his control, so I studied diligently at Beast Taming Peak for a month.
I wonder what the master the monsters are talking about will look like...
The ninth year.
To the Master:
After a long separation, my longing for you is even stronger.
The disciple has now reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. This year, Sect Master Song suddenly issued a rule that "disciples above the Golden Core stage must go down the mountain to undertake missions at least three times a year."
I suspect he's targeting me, but I have no proof.
So I accepted a mission in the North and went to the Yin family while I was there.
This is the first time in over a decade that I have paid respects to my family. I had thought I would burst into tears when I saw their memorial tablets.
But I didn't. I didn't even shed a single tear. I was much calmer than I imagined. Master, do you think I'm cold-blooded?
Another funny thing happened: during the worship ceremony, Duan Yuan and I searched for the ancestral hall for a long time. As a member of the Yin family, this was actually the first time I had ever visited the entire main residence of the Yin family.
It's the last year! I'll be able to see Master next year. I'm so happy...
The tenth year.
To the Master:
Lin Ying, so delicate and graceful, seems to want to bloom endlessly.
I had completely forgotten that what Master said back then was "at least ten years," meaning that the actual time spent in seclusion might have far exceeded ten years.
But Master, I miss you so much. I think of reading your "Qingxin Ningshen Jue" over and over again; I think of getting up in the middle of the night to stare blankly at your secluded cave; I think of recalling every little thing we did together in my mind.
Master, when will you emerge from seclusion...?
The fifteenth year.
To the Master:
I have been missing you since we last corresponded.
The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion released a new list of prodigies this year. Jiang Heng is at the top, and Simiao is in third place. It is said that Simiao has been sulking about this for a long time and is now burying himself in cultivation.
I did not disgrace you; I ranked seventh, the only Golden Core cultivator among the top ten. However, you need not worry, I will not be complacent; I am very clear about my goals.
A few days ago, when I went down the mountain, I met Chu Yu and Duan Xuan from Miaoyin Palace. They told me that since the case in Yuzhou City, all the major sects have been on high alert. The Ji family alone has destroyed more than a dozen large and small strongholds of the demon race in Zhongzhou.
Unfortunately, the other four of the five demon generals have not yet been found.
Over the years, I've met many people when I went down the mountain, and many of them have praised me for being worthy of being the disciple of Immortal Huaiwei.
Qiu Nan asked me if I didn't feel bothered, having always lived in the shadow of your fame.
I told him not at all, and that it was an honor to hear people put me alongside my master.
The twentieth year.
To the Master:
We have been separated for a long time, but my thoughts of you are deep.
Twenty years have passed, and everything seems unchanged, yet everything seems to have changed.
The disciple has now reached the Golden Core stage, and Qiu Nan and Yan Shuangwan have also reached the middle stage of the Golden Core stage.
The selection of a new batch of disciples has begun, and Sect Leader Song has entrusted this matter entirely to me, Qiu Nan, Shuang Wan, Brother Simiao, and Brother Jiang Heng.
It was only then that I realized I had known my master for thirty years. Thirty years have passed in a flash. Over the years, many people have praised me for various reasons. They called me a young genius, the most dazzling new star in the cultivation world, and said that I had an extraordinary demeanor and was worthy of being the disciple of Immortal Venerable Huaiwei.
But I can never forget how my master, under the alias "Su Yun," took care of me without reservation thirty years ago when I was still an unknown little beggar.
Lately, I've been frequently thinking about the past, and it suddenly dawned on me that there were already signs of my feelings for my master.
Yes, I love my master.
The original plan was to hand over all these letters to Master when he came out of seclusion, but as I just read through them, every word and sentence revealed that I love Master.
It seems I can't give it to Master now.
Love arises without warning, and deepens with time.
When I was a teenager, Master asked Brother Yang to build a house for me. I argued with Master and refused to live there. As a result, I had a dream that night.
I can't remember what I did in the dream when I woke up. I only remember that there was a hazy mist on the face of the person opposite me, so I couldn't see clearly.
Afterwards, I was so ashamed that I went to the back of the mountain to wash my underwear, and that same day I hurriedly moved to the new house.
But yesterday, I had the exact same dream again, in which I saw my master's face.
I'm such a beast.
I fell hopelessly in love with Fu Yunshu. I tried to analyze the possibility of us being together, but the result was that there was no possibility between us.
Ethically and morally, you are my teacher. A teacher for a day is a father for life. I am all alone, and no matter how the world praises or criticizes me, I can treat it as fleeting clouds and forget it in the blink of an eye. But I cannot let my teacher bear the stigma of "immorality".
Our revered master is like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, admired by all. How could he bear to be sullied by the mud?
In terms of status and position, my master is the Supreme Ancestor of the Qingyuan Sect, the only Great Ascension Stage Perfected cultivator in the cultivation world, and the renowned Immortal Venerable Huaiwei. I am merely an orphan whose family was destroyed and who survived only because of my master's mercy. How could someone like me be worthy of my master?
In terms of cultivation level, Master has already reached the Great Ascension stage and has a lifespan of several thousand years, just one step away from ascension. As for me, I am only at the Golden Core stage. Even if I cultivate diligently day and night, it will take several hundred years before I can reach the Tribulation Transcending stage or above. I imagine that by then Master will have already ascended to the Immortal Realm, and we will eventually miss each other.
But what could I do? My feelings for my master were deeply etched into my soul, unforgettable and indelible. I was like a rat in a ditch, constantly yearning for sunlight that didn't belong to me.
All I can do is keep this feeling to myself and stay by my master's side as his disciple.
If only it were so, I would be content.
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Author's note: I wrote a chapter that I really like, and I can't wait to share it with everyone.
Because I have something to do during the day on Wednesday, the update will be moved to the early morning. There are still more than ten hours left, so I hope no one will be too upset by my writing. I'll be out of seclusion in the next chapter. [Pigeon]
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