[For the sake of overall layout, this article has been overhauled. If you can't connect, please reread from Chapter 55. The previous plot will reappear later. The parents' beautiful love story is there, but the order has been adjusted to account for the protagonist's emotional progression. Thank you for your patience and support. I really appreciate it.]
Fu Changling was tall, and when he squeezed into the umbrella, the space under the umbrella suddenly became a little crowded.
None of them mentioned using magic to avoid the rain. Qin Yan seemed to have forgotten, while Fu Changling deliberately forgot.
He felt like he was hiding in the rain with Qin Yan, listening to the sound of raindrops around them, his shoulder touching Qin Yan's shoulder, and the scent of Qin Yan lingering on his nose. All of this made him feel particularly beautiful and warm.
Suddenly, the cold rain and winter chill no longer mattered.
This state gradually calmed Fu Changling's mentality. He found that he seemed to have no bottom line in front of Qin Yan. As long as he smiled, he was willing to do anything for Qin Yan, even at the cost of his life.
When he realized this, Fu Changling was a little dazed.
He himself didn't know when this idea came to him. He just felt that this idea came unexpectedly, but also within his expectations.
They had only walked a short distance when the rain slowly dissipated. In the second half of the journey, Fu Changling walked very slowly. Qin Yan held a lantern in front to light the way, and Fu Changling followed behind.
He looked at Qin Yan's shadow, looked at the places he had walked, and stepped on Qin Yan's footprints step by step, trying hard to walk the same place he had walked with every step.
While doing such boring things, he felt very happy. He hoped that this road would be longer and longer, so that he and Qin Yan would be the only ones left in this world, and he could follow him like this forever.
The two walked back to the inn and entered the corridor. Halfway through the corridor, Qin Yan suddenly stopped, turned his head and stared in a certain direction.
Fu Changling almost bumped into Qin Yan, but luckily he stopped quickly behind him. He was a little surprised why Qin Yan stopped. He looked up and saw that he was far away, so he turned his head and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"fireworks."
Qin Yan spoke, and Fu Changling was still confused when he saw fireworks rising into the sky in the distance and suddenly blooming in the sky.
Fireworks rang out in the distance. The two of them leaned against the railing, looking out. Only then did Fu Changling realize, "It's the New Year?"
"Um."
"Do people set off fireworks during the New Year?"
“Many places will.”
"Have you ever seen these fireworks?"
Fu Changling turned his head and looked at the person in the flickering light of the fireworks. He looked up into the distance, his expression calm but with a hint of nostalgia: "I have seen it."
As he spoke, a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes: "When I was young, I loved watching fireworks. Every New Year, my master would take me to the human world to watch them."
"I was very young at that time," Qin Yan described slowly. "I was short and couldn't see anything, so my master picked me up and let me ride on his neck. Every time I saw the fireworks light up, I was very happy."
"Hongmeng Heavenly Palace has strict rules. I don't like them, and neither does my master. So every New Year's Day is the happiest time for us, because on that day, we are not in Hongmeng Heavenly Palace."
"Why don't you leave?"
Fu Changling couldn't help but speak. Qin Yan was silent for a moment. After a moment, he slowly said, "There are some places where once you enter, you can't get out. You said you want to leave, but how do you leave?"
"Master has a heart to save the world. He told me that he hopes everyone in this world can live a good life."
"He holds a sword, not to show off his strength, nor to be strong, nor to achieve enlightenment. He simply hopes that the people he sees can live a good life."
"If he leaves Hongmeng Tiangong, and I leave Hongmeng Tiangong, there will be even less we can do."
"You've done a lot." Fu Changling stood beside him, turned to look at him, and said seriously, "You've saved many people and been good to many people."
Hearing this, a hint of smile finally appeared in Qin Yan's eyes.
"Perhaps, but the sword in my hand has not been broken, and I can still walk my own path."
Fu Changling didn't say anything. He quietly stared at the person in front of him. Seeing him looking up at the fireworks, he whispered, "I'll accompany you."
The sound of fireworks "whoosh" rose up and exploded in the sky. The sound was swallowed by the sound of the fireworks. Fu Changling didn't know whether he heard it or not. He only saw Qin Yan holding the lantern, his eyes full of admiration and nostalgia, motionless, quietly gazing into the distance.
Fu Changling stood beside him. Although he did not receive any response or say anything, at that moment, when Qin Yan did not refuse, he felt that he had infinite courage.
He cautiously reached out his hand and gently grasped the corner of Qin Yan's sleeve. Qin Yan was staring into the distance in a trance. Fu Changling didn't know if he noticed his movements. He only felt the fireworks exploding continuously, and the loud "bang" and "bang" sounds barely covered up the pounding heart in his chest.
This was Fu Changling's first time celebrating the Chinese New Year. In the past, he never knew what was different about the Chinese New Year. He felt that every day seemed to be irrelevant whether it was a festival or not. But when he was with Qin Yan, he suddenly felt the significance of this festival.
Having a cherished person who can accompany you, count one past after another, and greet another future, then no matter how difficult the past is or how painful the future is, you can always have infinite hope.
He held the corner of Qin Yan's clothes and lowered his head, not daring to look at him.
Qin Yan watched the fireworks fall into his eyes. He vaguely sensed the movements of the person behind him, but for some reason, when that person stood behind him, he suddenly decided to tolerate this momentary intrusion.
He just remembered what his mother had said to him long ago.
He was very young at that time, so young that he didn't remember many things. He only remembered the hot and cracked land, hunger, his mother taking him on a trek, and then he held a white steamed bun in his hand.
His mother held him in her arms, and they each ate half. He asked why they had steamed buns today, and his mother said, "Because today is Chinese New Year."
"This is the best day of the year. On this day, everyone in the family will be here to accompany our little Yanming. We will wash our clothes and have big steamed buns to eat. Are you happy?"
This day can't be spent alone.
Qin Yan thought about it and couldn't help but curl his lips. Fu Changling looked at him and couldn't help but ask, "What did you remember?"
"Some memories of the past." Qin Yan regained his composure and spoke in a much gentler voice. "When I was little, my mother would give me steamed buns during the Chinese New Year. At that time, just eating a steamed bun made me feel very happy."
As he spoke, the fireworks slowly dissipated. Qin Yan turned around and said to Fu Changling, "Go back and rest."
Fu Changling didn't say anything. Qin Yan took a few steps forward, and seeing that he didn't move, he asked, "What's the matter?"
"nothing."
Fu Changling laughed and followed Qin Yan up: "Let's go, go to sleep, they will probably come to tell us to hurry up tomorrow morning, go to sleep."
As he spoke, he walked forward, put his hand on Qin Yan's shoulder, and dragged Qin Yan forward.
After walking a few steps, Fu Changling suddenly seemed to remember something: "Ah, I have something to do, you go back first and go to bed early."
Having said that, he suddenly turned around and ran away.
Qin Yan frowned as he watched him suddenly leave, but hesitated for a moment. After all, he was not a person who liked to meddle in other people's affairs, so he picked up the lantern and turned to leave.
After Fu Changling ran out, he hurried to the kitchen. He took out flour from the kitchen and used his spiritual power to stimulate it, just like refining elixir. After a while, he made a plate of white flour buns.
After finishing, he raised his hand to pat his clothes that were stained with white dust, picked out the plate, and carried it back to the room.
He didn't go in directly, but pretended to lean against the door and knocked on it. Qin Yan was meditating, so he said, "Come in directly."
"Brother," Fu Changling called at the door, "I'm a little uncomfortable. Can you please open the door for me?"
Qin Yan's breath paused. Although he knew that Fu Changling must be doing something boring, he also knew that if he continued to pester him, Fu Changling would have plenty of ways to make him open the door. So he chose not to resist, stood up, and walked to the door.
He opened the door and frowned, "What else..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Fu Changling bringing the steamed buns to him, smiling and saying, "Come, want to try one?"
Qin Yan stared blankly at the steamed bun in front of him, his whole body a little dazed.
The steamed buns on the plate are all delicately made, not big in size, and look white and tender, round and smooth, and very delicious.
He hadn't seen this thing for many years. The diet of immortal cultivators basically consists of spiritual herbs and spiritual beasts, and there are few foods that are despised by mortals.
Seeing him in a daze, Fu Changling picked up a steamed bun and put it to his mouth: "I made it myself, want to try it?"
Qin Yan stared at the steamed bun at his lips, completely lost in thought. Fu Changling pushed the bun forward again, touching it to his lips, and urged, "Hurry up."
Qin Yan didn't know why, but he opened his mouth stupidly, bit the steamed bun a little awkwardly, and chewed it gently.
Seeing him eat it, Fu Changling became happy and asked, "How does it taste?"
Qin Yan chewed quietly, feeling the sweet taste of flour spread in his mouth. Fu Changling leaned against the door and looked at him, his eyes, which were usually playful and frivolous, were filled with tenderness.
"Brother," he took out a silver note from his pocket, handed it to Qin Yan, and said gently, "This is a red envelope. I wish you great luck and good fortune in the coming year. We will celebrate this time together again next year."
Qin Yan stared blankly at the banknote. Fu Changling had never seen him so bewildered and at a loss, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing. He stuffed the money into his hand and said, "Give me a copper coin."
"I don't."
Qin Yan spoke awkwardly.
"There must be a spirit stone, right?"
This one does.
Qin Yan fumbled for a while, took out his spirit bag, and really found a spirit stone, which he handed to Fu Changling.
Fu Changling looked at the pitiful piece of spirit stone in his hand and sighed, "I said one, are you really only going to give me one?"
Qin Yan froze for a moment. After a moment, he rummaged through his pockets again and placed a few more pieces in Fu Changling's hand. For the first time in his life, he said with a hint of embarrassment, "I don't usually have many places to spend money..."
"That's enough."
Fu Changling saw his serious look and was afraid he was serious, so he said hurriedly, "I'd be happy even if you gave me a copper. New Year's omen is just a good omen. You gave me a red envelope, so why not say something nice to me?"
As he spoke, Fu Changling looked at him, holding the spirit stone in his hand, looking like he was waiting for good words.
Qin Yan thought for a moment, and finally spoke in a strange yet serious tone: "Happy New Year, congratulations..."
He frowned. Fu Changling was a little curious about what he would say, but saw Qin Yan think for a long time, and finally said: "Congratulations on your prosperity."
Fu Changling was slightly stunned, and after a moment, he burst into laughter.
“You…”
He looked at Qin Yan, and although he should have been reproaching him, his eyes couldn't help but warm up. He simply said, "You look quite smart, why can't you speak well?"
Qin Yan was a little embarrassed. Fu Changling leaned against the door and continued, "But don't worry, I'll be here for you. If you don't know how to speak, I'll teach you."
Qin Yan listened and knew that Fu Changling was joking. He said helplessly, "Then I'll have to trouble you for guidance in the future."
"No trouble," Fu Changling seemed very generous, "As long as Senior Brother is not so cruel to me in the future and is a little nicer, that's all."
This is a bit over the line.
Fu Changling said it, and then he became a little flustered, but since he had said it, he didn't intend to take it back. He looked at Qin Yan with a smile, without any intention of retreating.
Qin Yan looked at him. At that moment, he should have politely refused or even scolded him.
He shouldn't let a fruitless relationship take root.
He knew clearly that no matter how Fu Changling changed or how much he gave, there would be nothing more between them than brotherhood.
But when he looked at Fu Changling's eyes and saw the pleading hidden deep in those eyes, he felt reluctant for a moment.
He couldn't say it.
He backed off.
So he lowered his brows, not knowing what to say. At that moment, a scream was heard in the inn. Qin Yan moved very quickly and rushed out of the window in one step. Fu Changling hurriedly turned around, opened the door, and ran to Yue Sihua's room.
Yue Sihua's room was already full of people. Her room was covered with Fu family talismans. She was pale and curled up on the bed. People crowded around her, as if they were surrounding something. Fu Changling shouted, "Get out of the way!"
Hearing that he was coming, Fu Changyan instantly found his backbone and said anxiously, "Senior! Senior, you are here!"
Fu Changling ignored him and walked straight through the path made clear by the crowd, looking at the person lying on the ground.
The person lying on the ground was a maid who looked to be in her thirties. She should be the old person beside Yue Sihua.
She was not dead yet. Her whole body was twitching slightly on the ground, and her face showed an expression of extreme pain. It seemed as if something was moving rapidly in her body. Every time it passed a place, the skin in that place would quickly become loose and deflated, as if all the flesh and blood had been eaten dry.
Fu Changling's face changed drastically when he saw this. He shouted angrily, "What are you doing with so many people gathered here? Are you trying to save your lives?!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and cast a spell on them, saying to everyone, "Get out!"
Hearing this, Fu Changyan immediately said, "Let's go! Let's go!" As he said that, he was the first one to rush out without caring about Yue Sihua in the room at all.
The air in the room suddenly cleared up, and Fu Changling put the Qinggu fan to his lips and began to chant a spell.
After he began to chant the spell, the insect doll lurking in the maid's body seemed to sense something and instantly began to run around wildly, as if it was being chased by something.
The insect puppet still inside a living person was difficult to deal with. The flesh and blood of a living person was its sustenance, and it had plenty of strength to fight with a human. So Fu Changling immediately used all his strength to chase the insect puppet, leaving it with nowhere to escape. It fled in all directions, but after being chased and blocked by Fu Changling all the way, it had no way to retreat and simply broke out of the body!
The maid's stomach suddenly burst open, blood spurted out, and the insect doll mixed in the blood and rushed towards Fu Changling!
Fu Changling retreated quickly, barely avoiding the blood plasma. At the same time, he raised the golden fan and waved it. The light directly cut the insect doll into two halves and dropped it to the ground.
After doing all this, Fu Changling wiped the cold sweat from his head, stood up, and walked towards the insect puppet.
The insect doll that was cut in half twitched slightly on the ground. Fu Changling half-crouched down, observed for a moment, raised his hand and used a fire talisman to burn the insect doll clean.
Then he stood up and said to the people outside, "Okay, come in and take care of it."
Hearing this, the people outside did not move. Fu Changling frowned and shouted, "Fu Changyan, get in here!"
Being called out by Fu Changling, Fu Changyan had no choice but to cautiously push the door open and said in a trembling voice, "Go ahead..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw the scene in the room, turned his head away, and vomited instantly.
Fu Changling frowned and said directly: "Get someone else to clean it up quickly."
As he said that, he stood up and went in. He lifted his clothes and sat on the chair next to him.
He twirled the Qinggu fan in his hand, looked at Yue Sihua, who was trembling in his arms on the bed, and said with a smile, "Madam Fu, have you made up your mind now? An old story, a life, such a lucrative deal, Madam Fu, wouldn't you do it?"
Yue Sihua didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear anything.
At this time, someone bravely came in and began to clean up the body of the maid on the ground. The body of the maid was extremely tragic, but fortunately, the person who carried her was also a battle-hardened monk. After the initial panic, he calmed down.
They lifted the maid out and the contents of her stomach came out. Fu Changyan had just returned and when he saw this scene, he covered his mouth and went out to vomit.
There seemed to be something hard in the maid's stomach, and it hit the ground with a crisp sound. Fu Changling immediately said, "Wait!"
No one dared to move. Fu Changling raised his hand, and the thing on the ground floated out of the flesh and blood.
Fu Changling frowned, a little disgusted, and said: "When heaven and earth enter the law, water will come."
With that, water surged up from the basin beside him and washed over the sign. The wooden sign flipped in the air, scrubbed clean by the water. While Fu Changling was washing the sign, he used his spiritual sense to probe for any hidden dangers. After confirming there were no dangers, Fu Changyan walked in for the third time. Fu Changling threw the wooden sign directly over, hitting Fu Changyan's hand. The moment Fu Changyan saw the sign, he felt like vomiting again. Fu Changling raised his fan and pointed at him, saying, "Hold it back! Otherwise, I'll throw you out and give you to Yue Sinan!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Changyan didn't dare to spit it out. His face looked extremely ugly. He endured it again and again and finally calmed down.
Fu Changling fanned himself, looked at him, and said, "Read the words above."
Fu Changyan's face was extremely ugly. He vomited several times. His body could no longer bear it. He held the wooden sign and read out loud word by word: "Taiping Town, there is no peace. Everyone dies, and only one person lives."
After finishing his recitation, Fu Changyan immediately raised his head and looked at Fu Changling and said, "Senior..."
"Be quiet first."
Fu Changling raised his hand to stop what he was about to say and thought seriously.
At this moment, Qin Yan jumped in directly from the window. Fu Changling saw Qin Yan coming back and immediately stood up happily: "Brother, what are you chasing?"
Qin Yan shook his head and said, "It's a puppet."
"It's okay," Fu Changling said quickly, "Yue Sinan will come back, there's no need to rush."
Qin Yan nodded, glanced around, frowned and said, "Did someone get murdered just now?"
"A maid died."
Fu Changling raised his hand, and the wooden sign in Fu Changyan's hand floated up and hung in front of Qin Yan. Qin Yan raised his hand to touch the wooden sign, but Fu Changling immediately grabbed his hand and said with some disgust: "Don't touch it, it came out of a human stomach."
Upon hearing this, Fu Changyan's face changed again. But this time he didn't dare to vomit again, because Fu Changling asked him to hold it in anyway.
Qin Yan silently withdrew his hand, glanced at the words on the wooden sign, and frowned: "Taiping Town, there is no peace, everyone dies, only one person lives?"
After reading it, he looked at Fu Changling: "What do you mean?"
Fu Changling coughed lightly and said, "Let's go back and discuss this."
"Senior," Fu Changyan said in a trembling voice, "Does this mean that out of so many of us, only one person can survive?"
"You're the smartest!"
After hearing what Fu Changyan said directly, Fu Changling wanted to smash his silly brother's head with a fan.
How could he not remember that his younger brother was so stupid? No wonder his mother was worried every day that the Fu family would give the position of head of the family to this illegitimate son instead of Fu Changyan, the legitimate son.
With so many people listening, it's inevitable that people will panic when these words are spoken.
Fu Changling was a little annoyed and cursed, "You're the only one who can read, and no one else can? You think everyone else is going to die, and only one person can survive? Do you think my senior brother, your mother, and I are dead? The other party is at most one Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator, so what are you afraid of? Can't the three of us here protect you?"
"Clean up the floor," Fu Changling opened the folding fan in his hand and fanned it quickly, trying to drive away the rage that would have him crush Fu Changyan to death. "Get out of here quickly. We need to talk to Madam Fu."
"Um," Fu Changyan stole a glance at the fan in Fu Changling's hand and asked cautiously, "Senior, your fan, why... why is it made of gold and iron?"
Fu Changling froze. After a moment, he put away his fan with an expressionless face and looked at Fu Changyan coldly: "You are really too smart."
Fu Changyan could tell from Fu Changling's bad tone that he was speaking, and he forced a smile. Fu Changling pointed at the ground expressionlessly and said, "You stay and clean the house, everyone else get out."
Upon hearing this, everyone ran away immediately and closed the door for Fu Changyan, for fear that they would hear any secrets that they shouldn't hear.
The room had been nearly cleaned by the servants, so leaving Fu Changyan behind was just an excuse. After Fu Changyan, Yue Sihua, Qin Yan, and Fu Changling were left in the room, Fu Changling asked Qin Yan to sit down, then he lazily sat down on a chair, twirling his small fan and saying, "Although I may be a fool, I have a pretty good eye. Since you recognized the gold and iron fan, have you guessed who I am?"
Hearing this, Yue Sihua's eyelashes trembled slightly and she raised her head.
Fu Changyan looked at the man sitting there. His face was one he had never seen before, but his words and actions were very familiar. After carefully identifying him for a long time, Fu Changyan knelt on the ground and moved towards Fu Changling while crying, hugging him, crying and shouting, "Dad, you come to save us!"
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