After writing this sentence, he held the person in his arms, and his heart was calm and peaceful.
After a while, the person in his arms suddenly moved. Fu Changling reacted immediately. He panicked and made an "ah ah" sound, trying to wake Yan Ming up.
Yan Ming finally spoke, saying only, "Water."
Fu Changling quickly gave him the water bag. Yan Ming drank a few sips of water, and Fu Changling helped him up.
Before Yan Ming could recover, Fu Changling carried him on his back and walked towards the city with him pointing the way.
Yan Ming leaned on his back, and Fu Changling felt his heart beating very fast. He didn't know whether Yan Ming was awake just now, nor did he know whether Yan Ming knew what he had done. He wanted to ask countless times, but lost his courage the moment before opening his mouth.
That night they lit a fire on the outskirts of the city, and then the two of them sat by the fire, each drinking a sip of the wine in his spirit bag.
He thought Yan Ming couldn't drink, but that night he found out that Yan Ming had a good alcohol tolerance.
They drank and chatted, and he mostly wrote while Yan Ming watched him write.
He had drunk a little too much and started talking nonsense. He felt the chill in the wind, sighed, and lowered his head to write on Yan Ming's palm: "What a pity."
"What a pity?"
"I don't like winter, I like spring." Fu Changling took a sip of wine and continued writing, "My last drink before I die is on a winter night. It's a pity to think about it."
Yan Ming didn't say anything. After a long moment, he said calmly, "You won't die."
He said slowly: "I said I would send you out."
Fu Changling was stunned for a moment. After a while, he heard Yan Ming say, "Don't think too much. I'll give you a gift."
Fu Changling was confused. Yan Ming stood up and took two steps forward, as if he had drawn his sword. A moment later, he heard the sword sweeping across, and the sword wind passed through the mountains, rivers and earth. Then the wind and snow stopped abruptly, and the temperature began to rise steadily in an instant, prompting thousands of spring flowers to bloom. The flowers blossomed and the leaves grew lush, and the fragrance was swept in by the wind, gently brushing Fu Changling's face, making Fu Changling open his eyes wide for a moment.
"This is my sect's secret technique. Master always used it to cheer me up. The flowers are all in bloom now, but it's a pity you can't see them. When we get out," Yan Ming said as he returned to sit beside him and took the last sip of his wine. "I'll come find you after I finish my business. I'll heal your eyes, and when spring comes and the flowers bloom, we'll drink together again."
Hearing this, Fu Changling laughed and said excitedly, "It's a deal."
Yan Ming responded, "It's a deal."
They stayed in the suburbs for a few days while both men recovered from their injuries.
With the Spirit Gathering Tower, they have the possibility to fight against the main god in the Xuanji Secret Realm.
They couldn't find the rules, so the only way was to directly break open the exit of Xuanji Secret Realm.
So they divided the work, Fu Changling was responsible for breaking the formation, and Yan Ming was responsible for attracting the attention of the main god.
After their injuries were almost healed, the day of sacrifice arrived.
Just as planned, Yan Ming was responsible for attracting the attention of the Holy Lord and finding a way to break the formation.
They made all preparations, but found that the enemy was much stronger than they imagined.
Yan Ming is very strong among the cultivators in the Jindan stage, but no matter how strong he is, he cannot face the stranglehold of a secret realm rated as "dangerous realm".
Then Fu Changling heard the muffled groans from Yan Ming again and again.
Fu Changling knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling. He closed his eyes and groped for the formation on the ground. His fingertips and the lines he touched were all wet with blood.
He kept telling himself to stay calm and not think about anything. He knew Yan Ming was protecting him behind him. He could feel the man's blood splattering on him and hear the muffled sound of something piercing through the other person's body.
He tried to remain calm, but his heart was already churning with emotions.
It was in that situation that he understood the sealing formation at the exit of Xuanji Secret Realm and forcibly broke through the Golden Core. Then he took the Spirit Gathering Tower and borrowed spiritual power from it and sent it all the way to the formation.
He felt his blood and spiritual power filling up the lines on the formation bit by bit, and he also realized that the golden elixir could not withstand the influx and output of too much spiritual power and began to crack.
But he couldn't stop, no matter for himself or Yan Ming, he couldn't stop.
Yan Ming, who was standing next to him, noticed his abnormality and couldn't help but yelled, "Changling, stop!"
He can't stop.
No matter what the result is, no matter what the sacrifice is, he has to take Yan Ming out.
Yan Ming must live.
His mind was filled with this thought, and at that moment, a strong wind rushed up into the sky, and he could no longer hold on and fell forward.
The moment he fell, a pair of hands grabbed him. He seemed to be swept away by a huge force. He didn't have time to say much. He just held him tightly, handed a spirit bag to him, and roared: "Fu Changling! Go out alive, you must stay alive! I will find you!"
Fu Changling couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
The other person's hand was pulled away little by little by the huge force. Fu Changling started writing on his palm from the moment he pulled him, and he had just finished the last stroke when the other person's hand completely left.
He wrote - I'll wait for you.
This was what he loved in his youth, so pure that his heart trembled every time he thought of it.
Fu Changling stroked the jade pendant, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.
This love started with a deep friendship, but did not have a good ending.
After he left the secret realm, he was faced with a thunder tribulation at the door of Shangguan's house because he had forced himself to form a pill in the secret realm. He could only take out the spirit bag that Yan Ming gave him and throw away all his magic tools.
He narrowly escaped death from the thunderstorm.
But Yan Ming's things were completely destroyed by lightning. After the catastrophe, he stood alone in the ruins struck by lightning. He realized that Yan Ming had not left any trace in his world.
So he could only wait.
Although he had formed a golden elixir, it had cracks in it, and a cracked golden elixir was practically useless. During those days, he sat at home every day to recuperate, and then sent people all over the country to call the young sword cultivator named Yan Ming.
But after searching for a long time, he still couldn't find the person.
With such talent, if he hadn't lived in seclusion in the mountains, he would surely have been famous throughout the world. He searched the entire Yunze Lake but couldn't find him. Even after Fu Changling became the Lord of Huayang, he still hadn't seen him. There were only two possibilities: either he lived in seclusion in the mountains, or the name Yan Ming itself was a pseudonym.
He had no clues and could only wait day after day.
At first he waited with great anticipation, then he gradually became resentful, and in the end, he felt hopeless, thinking that this person had either deceived him or was dead.
No matter what the result is, he shouldn't blame him anymore.
However, one autumn night a year later, it was drizzling, and he suddenly heard a noise. He threw on his clothes and stood up. By then, he was almost like an ordinary person. The night rain was so cold that it penetrated his bones, and he couldn't help coughing twice.
When he walked out of the inner room, he saw a blooming flower of the Pure Land quietly placed on the window.
Fu Changling was stunned.
The legendary flower of rebirth grows under the Cliff of Ten Thousand Bones. It has the effect of bringing the dead back to life and turning bones into life. Its effect is incredible and naturally extremely rare.
His dead heart came back to life. He rushed out the door and yelled to the outside: "Yan Ming! Yan Ming, come out! Yan Ming!"
No one responded.
He stood in the rain and searched for a long time, but couldn't find the young man in white.
He thought that if he could see him again, he would recognize him at a glance.
But there is no goodbye.
From then on, the mountains were high and the rivers were vast, and until Fu Changling's death, a full forty-two years had passed. It was as if this person had never appeared in his life, and they never met again.
He said he would come back, but he didn't.
As Fu Changling kept guarding, he felt that it didn't matter whether he came or not.
After all, when he used the Flower of Rebirth to restore his golden elixir, when he became famous in the debate on the Junzi Terrace, when the demon cultivators from the Karma Prison invaded, Qin Yan fell into demonism, and the entire Fu family died at the hands of the demon cultivators, the world was in turmoil and Yunze was in chaos.
The white moonlight gradually faded, and after a long time, he could no longer remember Yan Ming's voice clearly.
All I remember is a clear and cold tone, with the chill of the snow on the mountains.
Probably, just like Qin Yan.
But it seems that most sword cultivators are indeed like this.
Fu Changling held the jade pendant and fell asleep in a trance.
The next morning, just as the sun was shining on him, he was kicked awake. Then he heard Wu Sisi's dissatisfied voice: "What's wrong with you?"
Fu Changling turned around in a daze and saw Wu Sisi. He was so scared that he took a step back to the corner holding the quilt. After realizing who was coming, he slapped his hand to his forehead in pain: "Oh my God, you didn't even knock on the door when you entered a man's room this morning?!"
"Qin Yan opened the door for me."
Wu Sisi answered confidently. Changing the subject didn't make her forget her purpose. She grabbed Fu Changling by the collar and angrily asked, "Where's the tower?! Qin Yan said you were going to rob the Linglong Tower, and you let them get away?"
"Let me explain..."
"What's there to explain? What do you mean he's a good person? I think you're just attracted by his good looks, right?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Fu Changling's headache got worse. He felt that women's intuition was simply terrifying. He quickly raised his hands and said, "I definitely didn't judge him by his good looks. I'm sure he can handle the sword. Don't worry, I'll go find someone today and it will definitely be done."
These words made Wu Sisi's grip on his collar loosen a little. After hesitating for a moment, Wu Sisi slowly let go of Fu Changling's collar and urged him, "There's not much time left. Don't waste it. There are other things to do."
"Don't worry, sister, my dear sister," Fu Changling vowed, "I will bring the Linglong Tower back to you today."
When Wu Sisi heard this, she completely withdrew her hand, patted the bed board, and turned around and said, "Hurry up."
After saying that, Wu Sisi turned around and walked out. Qin Yan had already finished washing up and was standing at the head of Fu Changling's bed. Fu Changling looked up at him and quickly stood up and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go out right away. I really admire you guys."
Fu Changling stood up, washed up, and then led Qin Yan out. The two of them walked onto the street. Qin Yan, sword in hand, looked at the people coming and going on the street and asked, "How do we find it?"
"I put a tracking spell on him." Fu Changling yawned, "I know."
As Fu Changling spoke, he led Qin Yan through the alley to an inn. He gave the waiter a spirit stone and walked openly with Qin Yan to the backyard. Once there, Fu Changling suddenly grew nervous. He turned to Qin Yan and said, "You look too fierce. We could easily get into a fight. How about I go upstairs and have a chat while you wait here?"
"Remember the sword."
Qin Yan gave him instructions without saying much. Fu Changling nodded, turned, and went upstairs. He then stood in front of Yan Ming's door. After much hesitation, he finally knocked on the door and said cautiously, "Well, Master Yan, I am Fu Changling, a cultivator from Yunze. I am currently planning to leave the secret realm, and I need your cooperation on some matters. Could you please open the door for a chat?"
There was no movement from inside the door. Fu Changling stood at the doorway and sighed, "Master Yan, I know we have many misunderstandings, but please rest assured, I am truly a good person. The heavens and the earth can bear witness to my feelings for you, Master Yan, and the mountains and rivers can testify to it."
"To be honest," Fu Changling spoke alone, his thoughts scattered and illogical. As he spoke, he couldn't help but recall the past. "When I saw Master Yan last night, I couldn't help but think of an old friend I admired many years ago. Master Yan and that old friend are exactly the same. I think if Master Yan can give us a chance, we can definitely become good friends..."
Before he could finish his words, the door opened. Fu Changling looked up and saw Yan Ming standing at the door with a sullen face. Fu Changling smiled in surprise. He had not expected the other party to open the door so easily. He said happily, "Master Yan?"
Yan Ming didn't say anything, but reached out to Fu Changling and pulled him into the door.
A moment later, Fu Changling was thrown out of the window, and with a "ah" sound, he landed right in front of Qin Yan.
Qin Yan lowered his head and looked at him. Fu Changling raised his head and saw Qin Yan. He was stunned for a moment, then laughed awkwardly: "Mistake..."
Qin Yan didn't listen to his explanation. He turned around with his sword in hand and went straight upstairs. Fu Changling hurriedly got up. He had just been beaten, and the pain from moving slowed him down. He took a breath and said hurriedly, "Qin Yan! Wait! Let me try again! Qin..."
Before he could finish his words, Fu Changling saw Yan Ming looking exactly like him just now, kicked out of the window by someone.
Then a young man in white clothes with an embroidered crane stepped through the window and landed lightly from the second floor. He held a black sandalwood carved box in one hand and a long sword with a hint of crimson on the blade in the other. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the neck of Yan Ming who had just stood up.
Yan Ming panted heavily, looking at the expressionless Qin Yan in front of him with anger. Fu Changling's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly advised: "Um, Qin Yan..."
"Pack."
Qin Yan spoke calmly, and Fu Changling was a little confused: "Ah?"
Qin Yan turned to look at him, his eyes full of warning: "I said, pack up."
The author has something to say:
Q: What is your impression of your first love?
Fu Changling: A master of seduction, cold on the outside but sultry on the inside. His invisible seduction is the most deadly. Having seen the ocean, all other waters are but puddles; all other clouds are but the clouds of Mount Wu. I've only loved two people in my life, and besides Qin Yan, who was so brilliant I couldn't even look him in the face, there was only Yan Ming.
Qin Yan: ...
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