Chapter 59 The Flower-Holding Faithful One, Linglong, a silver spear flew from afar…
A silver spear flew from afar, carrying a long, bright sword light. Her hair was blown wildly by the wind, obscuring Shi Wenzhe's view of the distance. When the sharp sword light came into view, she saw her astonished face reflected in the bright spear blade.
The air was thick with the smell of smoke and dust, but a faint, cool fragrance lingered in the air. She saw Qin Wenxue's clothes fluttering in the wind, a red ribbon brushing from her forehead to her lips, then quietly disappearing into her black hair.
In an instant, Qin Wenxue lifted her up with one hand, made her fly around in mid-air to dodge the sure-fire attack, and then landed heavily in his warm embrace, just like when they first met.
"Clang—" The sound of a sword cutting through the air rang out again. Qin Wenxue suddenly stood up, a slender and long soft sword materializing in her hand. Her body moved like a phantom as she met a flying silver spear. The sword was the complete opposite of Chongming. Chongming was majestic and domineering, while this one was soft and boneless. The blade was a gentle jade color, looking like a jade ornament, not aggressive at all. Shi Wenzhe could not imagine that it could fight the silver spear to a standstill, producing a metallic humming sound of weapons clashing.
Yun Jin swept three thousand guests away, but the three thousand guests were as dead as if they had no reaction.
Shi Wenzhe was still clueless and confused when Yun Jin grabbed him and hid him behind her.
The silver spear came fiercely, and the ancestral hall was like a small boat tossed about in the wind and rain. The doors and windows trembled incessantly, and the flames on the oil lamps were stretched long and shortened short, as if they were being pulled arbitrarily by an inexplicable force, even deforming the window frames.
Shi Wenzhe was unsteady on his feet, leaning against the earthen shrine and looking at Qin Wenxue with worry. Without their weapons, they had become Qin Wenxue's little burdens, completely at her mercy.
"Boss, we can't fight here! This ancestral hall suppresses the souls of those who died unjustly in the war between immortals and demons. Below it is a mass grave. If this place collapses, all those things will emerge and wreak havoc on the human world!" Ming Shu transformed back into human form and swung the Ruosu Whip to guide the silver spear towards the door. Although the Ruosu Whip had lost its spiritual power, it was still usable, unlike Chongming and Sanqianke, which were just a pair of broken copper and scrap iron, completely useless.
Shi Wenzhe picked up the two swords and also picked up Xiaoyao, who had fallen in the corner, and ran towards the outside of the ancestral hall. Xiaoyao no longer had any spiritual energy flowing around him, and looked more like an ordinary fire poker.
Yun Jin followed closely behind, stepping forward to protect Shi Wenzhe. Inside the house, dirt flew everywhere, obscuring the view. Qin Wenxue's figure was unpredictable and ever-changing, like a wisp of black smoke that could not be grasped amidst the dust.
His hairband didn't actually have bells, but Shi Wenzhe was used to the sound of silver bells, so he took off the tassels and re-tied them into Qin Wenxue's hair.
Ming Shu, being a bit cheeky, fiddled with it a few more times, and the crisp sound of the bells jingled as if they were being lit up by the bright yellow flames.
Qin Wenxue didn't say anything at the time, but the look in his eyes when he looked at the little white dog clearly showed that he wanted to chop off its paws. Shi Wenzhe knew that Qin Wenxue loved beauty, but he didn't know that he cared so much about his image. Even Ming Shu, whom he always doted on, was relegated to second place at this moment.
But he simply brushed the little white dog's paws aside, smoothed his long hair—his black hair truly resembled a waterfall, cascading onto Qin Wenxue's shoulders. His eyelashes were long, his eye sockets deep-set, and his pupils extremely bright. In truth, they should have been eyes that exuded affection no matter how you looked at them, but because of his aloof temperament, that tenderness was neutralized, instead giving off an inexplicable sense of asceticism. So, when Shi Wenxue heard this, she often felt itchy and wanted to touch him, which was understandable.
The tinkling of silver bells mingled with the chilling sounds of clashing weapons, and Qin Wenxue's killing intent was greater than ever before. He roared, "Thirteen Springs!"
The jade sword spun around and flew into Qin Wenxue's hand. A white jade-colored vortex rippled around it. In an instant, Qin Wenxue thrust the sword forward, shattering the clay statue that was about to collapse into dust.
A powerful pressure erupted from it, and Qin Wenxue was caught off guard and was repelled by the spiritual energy. He stood tall and graceful, his toes touching the ground, and like a swallow taking flight, he stepped out of the ancestral hall. His silver spear silently pierced through the air, carrying the force of the wind.
Shi Wenzhe's face turned pale. Without thinking, she instinctively flicked her fingertips in a flower-twirling motion, sending out a handful of small white flowers. The small white flowers drifted gently and harmlessly, spinning softly, and in an instant, they filled the Path of Reincarnation.
The moment the flowers touched the silver spear, they suddenly hardened like iron, swarming forward with a clattering sound, forcing the silver spear back into the ancestral hall, scattering sparks everywhere.
Qin Wenxue suddenly turned around, her hair ribbon fluttering, and looked at Shi Wenzhe with surprise in her eyes.
Ming Shu exclaimed in disbelief, "What the hell? How did you become so amazing, you innocent little flower? Are you still the traitor I know?"
"You've changed! You've changed!" he shouted. "I, Ming Shu, refuse to accept this! I am the bravest man in Huang Quan Bi Luo besides the boss!"
Shi Wenzhe: "..."
Ming Shu swung Ruosu, his spiritual power surging, but Ruosu whip remained motionless, falling straight to the ground and coiling into a circle. Ming Shu was furious and swung Ruosu again. Ruosu suddenly flashed, its faint blue light extremely conspicuous in the darkness.
He was so happy he wanted to jump up, and his shawl fluttered in the wind, drifting onto the dark road of reincarnation, as if connecting two distant places, emitting a golden light.
With a sharp crack, Ruosu's whip suddenly straightened into a taut rope, as if something was pulling at the end of the whip, making it taut and extremely powerful. Mingshu cried out, not understanding what was happening, but in the next instant, he was swung around by the whip, spinning and spinning in mid-air. Ruosu was like a wild bull, incredibly strong. Mingshu whimpered and cursed in mid-air, "Ruosu, are you crazy? Stop! Yue—yue—, Ruosu, put me down! Aa ...
"Bang—" Ming Shu fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. The ancestral hall door was wide open, and the oil lamp flickered, but it never went out despite the strong wind and the fighting.
A person slowly emerged from the remains of the clay statue. As the person arrived, the oil lamps burst into a fierce flame, the fire shining brightly, as if excited and welcoming, willing to burn themselves to light the way for the other person.
The man seemed quite leisurely, chuckled lightly, and strolled leisurely, sizing up the group. Shi Wenzhe couldn't see his face clearly through the dust, but his burning, uncomfortable gaze remained fixed on her, never leaving her. Shi Wenzhe tensed up, feeling somewhat at a loss; that gaze was too deliberate, and she didn't like it.
Qin Wenxue turned to block the gaze, and Shisanchun emitted a crisp sword sound, like a bird's call, as it spun leisurely. Shi Wenzhe obediently hid behind the other party, and a sweet feeling inevitably rose in her heart. She knew that there was danger at this moment, so she wisely did not look up.
The air grew quiet, almost empty, save for the soft rustling of the person's shoes on the ground, tap-tap-tap—a sound that inexplicably stirred up feelings of annoyance and restlessness.
Shi Wen frowned and tiptoed to look through Qin Wenxue's broad, thin back.
Just one glance, only one glance, and Shi Wenzhe's body stiffened. She looked at the other person's silver hair and red eyes, and a storm raged in her heart.
"Linglong..." she whispered, her voice filled with astonishment and disbelief.
"Is it Linglong?" Shi Wenzhe couldn't be sure. How could Linglong have silver hair and red eyes? How could Linglong be looking at her with a half-smile? How could Linglong... try to kill her?
Shi Wenzhe couldn't understand it, but the tuft of blue feathers behind the other person's ear was so familiar that Shi Wenzhe remembered the other person's bright smile standing on the fruit tree outside the cave as soon as he saw it.
Linglong was tall and slender, even taller than before, even taller than the person in Shiwen Zhemeng that night. But he was very thin, so thin that his sleeves were loose. He tied his long hair with a flower branch, and wore a dark blue tight-fitting outfit and black boots. He was like a tall and upright bamboo. He held the silver spear behind his back with his hands behind his back, his joints clearly visible.
Linglong smiled sweetly, acting as if she and Qinwenxue were intimately familiar with each other, but her body was on guard, and the hand holding the silver spear did not loosen its grip at all.
"Wait a minute..." Shi Wenzhe suddenly realized that this was still Peach Blossom Valley, and maybe this Linglong was also an illusion. She comforted herself with this thought, but the look in her eyes when she looked at Linglong held a wariness that even she herself could not easily detect.
Linglong's eyes were filled with laughter as he looked at Qin Wenxue with immense affection. He said softly, "It's been a long time, little butterfly."
Ming Shu's hair was practically standing on end. When he arrived at Qin Wenxue's side, Xianhua Xinzun had already fallen. This person was just as unfamiliar to him. However, there was a secret room in Qin Wenxue's bedroom, a place known only to Qin Wenxue and him. The secret room was filled with all the things Qin Wenxue liked: rare treasures he had collected from all over the world, plant seeds, and many more, including calligraphy and paintings from the human world... The largest one of them was hanging in the very center of the wall of the secret room.
Ming Shu had asked curiously who it was, but he didn't recognize that this person was the same one on the wall of Qin Wenxue's bedroom, because the person in the painting only had a back view. He was tilting his head to the right, wearing an intricately patterned mask, with his face down, and holding a gun behind his back.
Qin Wenxue stroked the hair on his back, her tone somewhat sorrowful, and said that it was Xinzun, who was carrying flowers.
The image shows the Venerable One with Flowers Pointing His Spear at the Sky During the Great Battle Between Immortals and Demons.
He then asked who drew it.
Qin Wenxue did not answer, only saying that it was someone he had never met before. He originally wanted the painting to disappear along with Linglong, but Xianhua Xinzun treasured it so much that he would often take it out to look at it for a whole day. Qin Wenxue suddenly felt reluctant to part with it, so he put the painting in a secret room for safekeeping.
Ming Shu felt that the figure in the portrait had come to life and was the Linglong in front of him.
He stared in horror, stammering and unable to utter a single word for a long time. Yun Jin patted his back, and Ming Shu finally managed to utter the words: "Xianhua Xinzun?"
Qin Wenxue stared intently, scrutinizing Linglong as if trying to see every single hair on her body. He was first taken aback, then delighted after seeing the formed divine soul she possessed, and finally, upon hearing the word "little butterfly," a barely perceptible sadness appeared in his eyes.
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Author's note: Is there really anyone here...? It feels a little pitiful to see someone standing alone, disheveled in the wind.
Does anyone want to chat with the young author?
Sigh, I'm out of drafts. I'm a little anxious.
Have a great weekend, my darlings! I'm happy too.
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