Chapter 137 There Has Always Been a Sword (Part 5) Calling out "Fairy Lady" One More Time...
Lin Feiran slowly stood up without saying a word. His question was too sudden, and she didn't know how to react for a moment.
To date, no one has taken the initiative to inquire about her past.
Ru Xian wasn't in a hurry; she shifted her gaze to her room and said, "Let's go inside and talk."
He spun around and leaped into the courtyard first, then pushed open the door with practiced ease. Lin Feiran paused for a moment before slowly following.
As soon as she entered the room, her eyes widened and she abruptly took half a step back.
Is this still her residence?
The once neat and quiet desk is now not messy, but it has many more fine pens and books, and the inkstone has been replaced with a finer inkstone made of fine jade sand.
Several pots of lush gladioli were placed on the windowsill, and a lacquered wooden cabinet was set up in the corner. The dressing case was no longer empty, and the glitter of jewels could be faintly seen through the gaps. The bed was also much wider and thicker than before.
And that familiar wooden chair, which originally matched the desk, was not quite right for her size; it was too low when she sat on it, so it was replaced with a taller one.
Next to this high stool, there is another soft chair.
Ru Xian readily agreed and sat down on the soft chair, crossed her legs, crossed her arms, and looked back at her.
"It's fine if you feel awkward entering my room, but this is your room, why are you so hesitant?"
Even so, his expression and actions made it seem as if he were the master of the house.
Lin Feiran turned her head and looked around, and couldn't help but sigh, "Is this still my room?"
Ru Xian found it amusing: "Of course. Your things and furnishings haven't been touched at all, only a few things have been added. At your age, do you need to live in a hermitage for asceticism?"
Xuanzhen's mansion is more comfortable than yours.
He glanced at her again: "If you feel this place is not spacious enough and want to move out of the palace and set up a separate residence, just tell Xun Feifei."
Lin Feiran had heard Bi Qing say before that following Ru Xian meant living a life of luxury, just like everyone else.
But it seems a little too fragrant.
Daohe Palace practices asceticism, and the disciples' quarters have always been simple, so she was used to it as well.
She was a little dizzy and said, "No need to trouble yourself, Xingzhi Palace is fine, there's no need to move out."
As he smiled slightly, he thought, "This place is not far from my palace, which is very good."
Lin Feiran sat down at the desk and tried out the chair. The height was exactly right, just enough for her to put her arm around it.
"Thank you, Your Excellency."
"No need to thank me, thank it. It was it that accompanied me to the storeroom in the dead of night to select items and brought them with it."
Ru Xian sat beside her and pointed to the chubby creature curled up in the corner of the bed, still stretching out its claws to make the bed.
Lin Feiran had accumulated some savings since becoming an envoy. She immediately took out a gold ingot from her bag, summoned her servant, and held it in her arms.
Ru Xian got up and leaned against the desk, crossed her arms and looked at her, but did not speak, only lowered her eyes and asked with her eyes.
Lin Feiran hesitated for a moment, then looked out the window: "I'm a little tired tonight..."
Ru Xian readily agreed, saying, "Then I'll go to sleep. I have nothing to do at night anyway, so reading some books here will help pass the time. If I think about it, you should get up in two more hours."
Lin Feiran: "..."
The calculation was indeed accurate.
The spiritual energy is most concentrated at sunrise, and no matter what happened the night before, she will always breathe in and absorb spiritual energy at that time.
Besides, she is a cultivator after all, so it's nothing for her to go without sleep for a night or two.
Lin Feiran looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked, "Master, why did you suddenly ask about this?"
Ru Xian was very frank: "Because of curiosity. We met when you were six years old. Back then, you were just a little kid who chased me around and I had to soothe you at night. Now you're nineteen, but you've already developed this kind of personality."
I'm really curious about what happened during those thirteen years.
Lin Feiran has some memory loss, but she still remembers being very composed when she was young. She said with certainty, "That's impossible."
Ru Shan raised her eyebrows and slightly curved her lips. Since she already knew about the seal in her mind, she no longer wanted her to think about it herself, but simply spoke slowly.
“At that time, you were young and weak, covered in wounds. By some twist of fate, you stumbled into the grave I had chosen for myself. You mistook my scattered flesh and blood for starlight and thought you had seen an immortal. You immediately worshipped me, crying out, ‘Fairy, please protect me!’ You even placed all the gold and silver you had in front of me and kowtowed three times with great sincerity, causing a bump to swell on your forehead.”
Lin Feiran felt extremely uncomfortable.
Ru Xian continued, "There have been people searching for your whereabouts in the mountains, but because I was among them, they did not notice the cave at first and repeatedly passed by without entering."
At that time, you were so terrified that you clutched the bandages on my body with one hand and pulled the end of my hair with the other. Your whole body was ice cold, and you couldn't fall asleep for a long time. You stayed up for a whole day and night, and your eyes were bloodshot.
Even though they were so scared, they kept trying to find a solution, asking me if I could find a way to contact their parents.
He sighed softly, “You talk so fast and so much, it’s really noisy. I can’t stand it. I thought you were still a human child, so I took you into my arms to comfort you and tried to get you to close your eyes and shut up for a while. But patting you wasn’t enough. I had to pretend to be a ‘fairy’ to comfort you before you finally fell asleep.”
Lin Feiran raised her hand to cover her face, letting out a painful groan: "My Lord, please stop talking, I'll tell you, I'll tell you, okay..."
"Now I want to say something, but you don't want to listen anymore?" Ru Xian's voice was melodious. "Later I thought, I might as well live a little longer, so I prepared to leave the cave. You were afraid that I would abandon you, so you grabbed the bandages that were loose from my body and wrapped them around your hands again and again. Wherever I go, you go. You called me 'Immortal' more and more pleasing to the ear."
I didn't think much of it before, but now I can't hear it anymore.
Some things, you should cherish while you have them.
A surge of heat rushed to his face, burning through his limbs and bones. Lin Feiran suddenly stood up, but was pressed down by Ru Xian's raised hand.
He stood leaning against the edge of the table, his long legs crossed, one hand resting on Lin Feiran's shoulder, leaning slightly forward, his cool fragrance unchanged, a hint of interest in his emerald eyes.
"If you can call me 'Fairy Goddess' one more time, I will not ask you anything tonight."
This is practically going to kill Lin Feiran.
She was indeed sweet-talking when she was young, that's undeniable. Back then, she could probably speak without any reservations, but she can't now, and she's already past that age.
Lin Feiran felt embarrassed by Xian's interruption and had no mind to reminisce about the past.
She said, utterly dejected, "My lord, you should still ask. So much has happened in these thirteen years, too many things to recount. What do you want to know?"
Ru Xian looked regretful. He had just come up with such a brilliant idea, but it was rejected. However, considering that there was still a long time ahead and that she would eventually have a chance to speak up, he gave up.
He raised an eyebrow and said, "You told me before that you went down the mountain because your masters in the sect coveted your sword bones. However, I haven't asked about your relationship with the disciples in the sect. Did they not help you? And what about Wei Changzai, who has been looking for you several times? Does he know about the bone-removing incident?"
Ru Xian was so perceptive; every word was like an arrow, piercing straight to the heart.
Lin Feiran's expression changed slightly, but her relationship with her fellow disciples had never been good, and now that she recalled it, she only felt a little melancholy.
"In Daohe Palace, if I think about it carefully, I only have Wei Chang as a friend who is the same age as me. The others are either not familiar with me or resent me. In addition, there are many rumors, and I am not good at speaking, so my reputation is not good, and no one wants to contact me."
When I came down the mountain, many people were still doing their evening prayers. When they arrived, they saw me fighting with the elders, so naturally they wouldn't side with me.
"As for Wei Changzai, he has always known about the bone removal, but for whatever reason, he never thought of telling me."
As the autumn wind blew by, Lin Feiran suddenly saw a crimson shadow drift past the window. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was the hem of the Golden Wave Sword Spirit's robe.
She was sitting on the edge of the roof, listening silently to their conversation.
The hand that was on her shoulder moved to the back of her neck, and Ru Xian looked at her quietly: "Do you hate them?"
Lin Feiran rested his chin on his hand and looked out the window: "Of course I don't like those who are familiar with me and who attack me. Later, I practiced swordsmanship day and night and fought back against them all. They only dared to grumble behind my back."
As for what others think of me, I can't control that, but I won't look at them, and I don't care if they like me or not.
Ru Xian paused slightly, then asked, "Where is Consort Wei? I heard you were engaged to him?"
Lin Feiran was somewhat surprised, but this matter was not a secret, and given his status, it wasn't surprising that he knew about it.
"Yes, it was arranged when I was sixteen. I even used the name of the Lin family to ask the Emperor for a marriage certificate. However, the contract has now been dissolved and the marriage agreement is no longer valid."
Ru Xian looked down at her: "Why did you break the contract?"
Lin Feiran can now speak calmly: "He has a destined partner, but it's not me."
Ru Xian nodded knowingly, her expression unchanged, only her snow-white eyelashes lowered to obscure her eyes, making them appear somewhat dark. After a long while, she whispered, "Seven years of knowing each other before getting together?"
Lin Feiran rarely talks about these things with others, so she inevitably feels embarrassed and somewhat uncomfortable, but she has talked a lot with Ru Xian about everything under the sun, and now she is used to it.
He is a good listener and has his own insights; talking to him is more like having a philosophical discussion.
Few people are like me.
She replied tactfully, "My mother once said that the way of heaven is balanced, and it is difficult to be an expert in everything. Some people are good at cultivating themselves, and some are good at cultivating their emotions. I am like her, and I am a good candidate for cultivation."
The implication is self-evident.
Ru Xian raised his head and chuckled lightly, his eyebrows and eyes shining in the lamplight, no longer bearing the gloom he had seen before. He pointed to the books on the table and nodded.
"Indeed, your speed in reading sword manuals far exceeds that of ordinary people; you can read three books a day."
Lin Feiran remained silent.
Ru Xian withdrew her hand from the back of her neck and asked, "Do you think I'm better at cultivating my spirituality, or better at cultivating my emotions?"
Lin Feiran was somewhat surprised, but still carefully examined him, looking from his slightly lowered eyebrows to his lightly placed hand, and said with some doubt: "Of course, the Venerable One cultivates both."
Ru Shan raised an eyebrow: "Flattery?"
Lin Feiran shook his head: "I never flatter."
Ru Xian found it amusing: "Indeed, I am flawless. If anyone finds anything wrong with it, it is because they lack taste."
Lin Feiran couldn't help but chuckle: "Your Excellency is right."
"By the way, I received a message from Xun Feifei earlier. He said that the people who attacked during the night have been rescued."
He looked at Lin Feiran.
"Have you asked the questions you needed to ask?"
Lin Feiran's eyelids twitched. She subconsciously looked at Ru Xian, only to find that his expression was normal, without any probing, sarcasm, or displeasure.
Ru Xian said, "Although I can't guess who took you down there, there's still the smell of sea-swallowing beast saliva on your collar."
The saliva of the sea-swallowing beast is not smelly; it is somewhat like ambergris, but very faint, making it difficult for humans to detect.
As she pondered atop the wall, the scent wafted onto his face on the autumn breeze.
Lin Feiran remained silent for a moment, then nodded.
Ru Xian didn't press further, but simply smiled and said, "You've grown up so quickly, which I'm naturally happy to see. Just as I said before, good people don't live long, and I sincerely hope you can be a little bad."
Being cautious is a good thing. But if someone has experienced the ordeal of having their bones removed by their teacher and is still so trusting of others, I would be worried.
So, you don't need to look at me like that.
He raised his hand to cover her eyes and said, "I don't like seeing guilt in your eyes. Remember to handle things better next time."
The darkness before his eyes was quite comforting, but the coolness of his palms seeped through his eyelids.
His voice, still tinged with regret, reached her ears: "What happened just now, did you really not call out? If you had, you might have broken the seal and remembered the past?"
"..."
Lin Feiran pursed her lips and removed his hand: "Let's talk about the past."
She racked her brains to find a few interesting stories from the past, trying to turn the page on this.
Ru Xian listened with great interest, but halfway through her story, she became sleepy, and her originally upright posture began to slouch.
Beside him, she inexplicably felt sleepy. She first sat and talked, then leaned back in her chair, and finally couldn't resist anymore. After talking to Ru Xian, she buried her head in the increasingly soft bed.
The idiot squatted on the desk, stretched, and closed his eyes. Only Ru Xian was awake.
He sat in the chair, looked at the bed, and suddenly recalled the first seven days when he first met Lin Feiran.
I originally thought he was just a passerby, but who would have thought we would meet again thirteen years later.
Fate is indeed wondrous.
He sat in the room and watched silently all night.
Author's Note: Different perspectives lead to different stories. This is Ru Xian's perspective; when we write from Lin Feiran's perspective, it will be a completely different story...
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