Chapter 71 Swords rise, flowers fall, such is tonight…
The moonlight quietly observes tonight, the snow-covered plum blossoms sway on the branches, several fierce battles raged beneath the trees, and before we knew it, dawn had arrived.
The mysterious, calm voice rose again from not far away, this time heading straight for the gentle and refined young man under the plum tree.
"Who are you."
Wen Chuan smiled with his eyes lowered. Snow covered his shoulders, but he had no intention of brushing it away as he quietly watched the flowers.
"Wen Chuan, the swordsman of the South China Sea Green Water Sect."
"If you are a sword cultivator, where is your sword?"
Qingyu narrowed her eyes slightly upon hearing this. "You keep asking questions one after another. I'm curious, who are you?"
The wind and snow gradually subsided, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the young man's voice was faint, yet seemed to carry a mysterious and chilling quality, like a shadow itself.
“Yunzhou, Yun Jiabai.”
A mysterious shadow, rarely seen in this lifetime, on the third floor of the cloud boat, Yun Jiabai.
It's really interesting. Yun Zhou sold his sword sheath for three coins, and now the most mysterious Yun Jia Bai has also come to Meishan. I wonder what he's up to.
It seemed as if there was a "crack" sound as the snowflakes were crushed.
The scholar in blue closed his fan, and he and Wang Chengmo looked at each other. In the end, they both laughed. They had played a game of chess, interpreting the meaning of the texts, and could not discuss who had won or lost.
As the snow fell gently, the two invited each other to move forward.
Wang Chengmo looked into the distance; under the moonlight and amidst the snow, the scholar exuded an elegant and refined air, his smile conveying a sense of magnanimity and serenity.
"Tonight, the first snow fell on Meishan Mountain, and it's rare to hear Brother Yun speak. However, the misunderstanding has been cleared up. The new owner of the Wen Gu sword sheath is still a human sword cultivator. So far in the competition, no one has been able to defeat this Qingyu girl."
"Whether human or demon, at least for now, those who are in Meishan are here only to see the new master of the sword sheath."
"A gathering of friends from all over the country amidst snow and wind at Meishan is a rare sight in this world."
"When I return to the academy, I will personally write a memorial to inform the Emperor and record tonight's events in the Annals of the Nine Provinces."
The shadows of the trees swayed, and Yun Jiabai's last words drifted from afar.
"Suit yourself, I'm leaving."
Wang Chengmo chuckled to himself, then heard a sharp "whoosh" from not far away. The young man was covered in blood, and the cold tip of his blade pointed at Cai Danglu's heart—Cai Danglu had lost this battle.
"Hahahahahahaha,"
Cai Danglu finally lay on the ground laughing loudly. The middle-aged man sighed, "What a disgrace! Losing to a mere child, unable to kill a demon, unable to even see the sword sheath, and in the end, Wang Chengmo will even write it into the Chronicles of the Nine Provinces. What a disgrace!"
"Boy, tell me, where do you come from? Are you perhaps a monster too?!"
Zhang Xuan trembled as he sheathed his sword. The black-clad youth stood weakly, blood dripping from the tip of the Blood Moon Blade, yet he forced a smile.
"The Zhang family of Shengjing, the Li family's twin swords, Zhang Xuan."
Cai Danglu sighed, forced himself to sit up, and chuckled softly, "So it was you."
"I was wondering why your knife looked so familiar; it was your mother's knife."
The son of the Zhou Dynasty's prime minister, a double-sword master of the Li family of Qingzhou, a young swordsman, is undoubtedly Li Suyue's child.
"So after all this time, you're only sixteen..."
"Sixteen years old, great, great..."
He marveled at Zhang Xuan's talent, but Zhang Xuan paid him no heed. The boy tried to catch his breath, but felt uncomfortable all over. Before he knew it, Lin Fanxiang walked up to him. The girl's gentle, moonlit aura made him feel much better.
After Zhang Xuan entered a meditative state, Lin Fanxiang looked at Wang Chengmo and asked, "You are the dean of Wenxian Academy?"
When he was a child, he went to Shengjing and visited his mother at the princess's residence. He even gave her a few medical books as a gift.
Wang Chengmo smiled, "It's kind of Princess Ling'an to still remember me. You've all grown up."
Zhu Mengfeng leaned against a tree, watching this scene unfold. The young man clutched his chest and laughed.
“Brother Wang is mistaken. Two months ago, the Jianmu Terrace in Shengjing was awash in blood. Princess Ling’an died with her father. The woman before us now is completely a daughter of the Lin family.”
On the fifteenth of August, the Mid-Autumn Festival night, at Jianmu Terrace in Shengjing, the Lin family's national teacher spoke the words of the nation's fate and peacefully entered the cycle of reincarnation. Outside Jianmu Terrace, the long street was stained with blood. Countless cultivators of the Demon Suppression Pavilion suffered a crushing defeat and lost their lives mercilessly. Although this matter was not widely publicized, some people involved already knew the inside story.
In the end, it all comes down to young people.
The mountains are covered in red plum blossoms, the wind and snow have stopped, and only the moonlight remains captivating.
Qingyu and Lin Fanxiang stood together. The girl in red tilted her head and said, "I don't understand the affairs of your human race. I'm just curious, can demons also be included in the Chronicles of the Nine Provinces?"
“Of course,” Lin Fanxiang replied with a smile.
Not far away, Wang Chengmo helped Cai Danglu up, and he smiled, "Jiuzhou is the land of the world, the dwelling place of all spirits, and all legendary events should be remembered."
"Young lady, you come from Qishan, but I wonder, what kind of demon race do you belong to?"
Upon hearing this, Qingyu blinked. In the night wind, she walked slowly through the snow. Wen Chuan stood under the tall plum tree, looking at her with gentle eyes and a calm demeanor. Qingyu walked to his side, and they smiled at each other amidst the falling snow.
The young girl stood beside the tall plum tree, her delicate hand gently raised, asking the whole mountain.
Tonight is the first snowfall of the season, and I wish to invite someone to admire the flowers. I wonder if you, Plum Blossom, would be willing to grant my request?
Can.
Almost instantly, a fierce yet gentle gale arose from the plum tree, swirling a shower of blossoms that blazed like flames in the pristine white world.
In Yizhou, a Miao ethnic minority, A-Ling pinched A-Gu's arm. The girl wanted to scream, but her heart was filled with countless flower petals, leaving her speechless. So beautiful, so beautiful! How could she be so beautiful?
Agu: So beautiful... So painful... So beautiful... So painful
Cai Danglu, a swordsman from Xuzhou, embraced Wang Chengmo with great enthusiasm. Middle-aged people don't really appreciate these fluttering little flowers.
Wang Chengmo, a scholar from Jiaozhou: Brother Cai, I kindly offered to help you... Why don't you put your arm down first, instead of leaning on me to catch the flower petals...
"Never mind," he thought helplessly. The night was bright, and red plum blossoms danced in the snow. He carefully remembered them, and planned to draw them when he got back, to draw them beautifully, to show to his wife... Oh, and his unborn child.
Zhu Mengfeng, the Demon Suppressor of Danzhou, breathed a sigh of relief under the tree. A gentle breeze blew across the ground, and red flowers brushed against his sword. He thought, when he returned to the Demon Suppressor Pavilion in Danzhou, he would brag to Lao Bai and Lao Chen about what a business trip really was... He remembered there were a few people from Qishan in the demon prison; he'd pull them out and ask them about it...
Far away, Yun Jiabai held his sword, silently watching the petals fall. Unbeknownst to anyone, he pursed his lips slightly.
Outside the extraordinary city, Wuxin, without an umbrella, looked at the distant Meishan Mountain and smiled lightly. Mu Ke, the demon envoy of Jizhou, stood respectfully beside her with an umbrella in hand.
As if a few breaths of wind had passed, Fei Yao appeared behind Wu Xin, "Sect Master."
Is it pretty?
When she asked this, Fei Yao lowered his head, as if the fragrance of flowers still lingered in his heart. "...Beautiful."
...
Before it could be explained, or even explained, or even counted, many cultivators were hiding in the shadows, mostly sword cultivators. There were also many other cultivators who came to watch the battle. Some were defeated, some did not come out, and some were clearly sitting on the sidelines watching the show without saying a word. Qingyu and Mei even discovered some minor demons in the Snow Plum Mountain.
They were calling out, "Flower Fairy Sister, how beautiful!"
"Wow wow wow, plum blossoms bloom and fall, fall and bloom, wow wow wow."
"What an amazing demon! I want to be as powerful as you someday!"
"A great demon from Qishan, huh? Hahaha, look at those cultivators, none of them are as powerful as you!"
Amidst the hustle and bustle, amidst the beautiful scenery of the mountains, all were moved by the plum blossoms, a sigh for the youthful spirit.
On the first day of the tenth month of the sixteenth year of Tianchen, a snowy night.
At the border of Hebei and Youzhou, on the snow-covered Meishan Mountain, swords clashed, blood stained our bond, and as flowers fell, we became friends wherever we went.
Red petals fluttered in the air, gently brushing against the cultivators of the Nine Provinces. The ground was covered with life, and the girl's voice pierced through the wind and snow, stirring people's hearts.
"Tonight, I am fortunate to have fought in the battle at Meishan. The nameless flower demon has learned a great deal from me."
"Therefore, I present you with this gift of a mountain full of red plum blossoms, hoping that you will all accept it."
"We came with high spirits and left with great enjoyment."
Meeting amidst wind and snow, swords rising amidst falling petals, this is the night.
...
As dawn broke, the sound of horses' hooves echoed across the Lianyun Grassland.
On the carriage-shaped couch, the small table had been removed, and Zhang Xuan lay on it, his lips white and his body burning with fever.
Lin Fanxiang used her spiritual energy to probe Zhang Xuan's meridians beside him, while Qing Yu meditated nearby. When she opened her eyes again, the girl looked at Zhang Xuan.
"What's wrong with him? He was fine just now!"
Everything was fine until Cai Danglu shared some sword techniques with Zhang Xuan before they left. Wang Chengmo, Zhu Mengfeng, and others wished them a safe trip to Youzhou. However, not long after they got on the carriage, around sunrise, Zhang Xuan suddenly collapsed and couldn't get up, saying that he was in pain all over.
Lin Fanxiang immediately took his pulse, but strangely, everything was fine. Zhang Xuan's battle with Cai Danglu was a bit too intense in the first half, but Fanxiang used healing spiritual energy to protect him at all times, so there shouldn't have been any problems.
Wen Chuan was driving outside, while Qin Tianshu was flipping through a book, looking for information about Taishan Fengdu—the scholar suspected that the frost moon was too gloomy, and that Zhang Xuan's soul was damaged.
"I'm not quite sure, but I always feel that my body and soul are both fine..."
While checking on Zhang Xuan's condition by the daybed, Lin Fanxiang replied to Qingyu.
"I...I...I have a headache..."
Zhang Xuan muttered something, then suddenly grabbed Lin Fanxiang's hand. The boy opened his eyes, and a glint of starlight seemed to flash in them.
"I...I think I know..."
He muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought. Lin Fanxiang turned and checked his pulse—his heartbeat was strong and powerful, and his meridians were full of spiritual energy; there was no better pulse than this.
Nearby, by the bookshelf, Qin Tianshu slammed his book shut with a "snap." The young man exclaimed in surprise,
"No, Fengdu Taishan is a ghost land. If you take materials to make weapons, you can see the yin and yang, and at most you can see ghosts... I didn't say there was anything that would give you a headache."
"The headache is over. He just kept saying he understands, but I don't know what he understands."
Qingyu stood up and walked to Zhang Xuan. She looked him up and down and said, "..."
"It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm just stunned."
"You're the one who's stupid."
Zhang Xuan moved his eyes, rolled his eyes weakly at Qingyu, and his color gradually returned, making him look a little better.
"...I...I'm alright?..."
"I'm alright?"
"...I'm alright now..."
"I'm fine now."
Lin Fanxiang was amused by his appearance, and looked at him seriously again. The girl breathed a sigh of relief; Zhang Xuan's actions had really startled her—it was too sudden.
"You still need to be careful... Take your medicine tomorrow, and I'll research medicine to stabilize the soul and promote healing tonight."
She cultivates both medicine and spirituality. Tonight, she will observe the stars and use her spirituality to make medicine, determined to ensure Zhang Xuan's safety.
Qingyu couldn't help but laugh, "It's alright, it's good that you're alright, take your medicine, take your medicine."
Zhang Xuan closed his eyes. "I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."
"Go to sleep," Lin Fanxiang whispered in his ear. The girl got up and sighed helplessly. Qingyu patted her and comforted her softly, "It's okay, let him rest first, and so should you."
Lin Fanxiang pursed her lips and nodded at her. Just then, Qin Tianshu, who was not far away, stood up, and the scholar also said...
"Go and rest, you've been busy all night."
"Hook up!"
Cai Cai, covered with a thin green blanket in the chicken coop, looked at them, suddenly called out, then tilted her head and went back to sleep.
It watched the snow and flowers. Wen Chuan later put it on the ground to play. In the end, many cultivators secretly touched it a few times, saying that it was a yellowish-brown chick with a green coat and red flowers, and was strangely cute. Cai Cai made "cluck cluck cluck" sounds at them. It would let them touch the ones that were pretty and peck at the ones that weren't. It was exhausted after a whole night.
"Ding-dong—"
The wind chimes rang, and Wen Chuan's voice came from outside the car, "There's snow on the Lianyun Grassland, so we might have to slow down."
"It's alright, I'll come out this afternoon to switch with you. We'll keep walking, and we should be able to reach Youzhou City in about ten days."
"good."
They talked about their journey. Fan Xiang covered Zhang Xuan with a blanket, and Qing Yu and she went to rest in the depths of the space together.
Sunlight shimmered amidst the gentle snow and wind, blanketing the Lianyun Grassland in pure white, the snow reflecting the light and reaching the distant horizon.
Youzhou is right there.
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A note from the author:
Ding ding ding, the cloud boat has arrived. Passengers who need to get off or transfer, please take note. Thank you for your support and cooperation. We wish you a safe journey.
Winter has arrived, and the road is long and snowy.
New passengers and passengers who have not yet reached their destination, please dress warmly and stock up on supplies for winter.
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