Chapter 193 Slumber (Supplement) "Is my moon beautiful?"...
In Luoyang, petals drifted like catkins.
On the high city wall, two figures, one in white and one in purple, stood facing each other.
Murong Qiudi stood on the left, holding a long horizontal sword at her waist, her expression solemn as she scrutinized the person before her.
On the right is the female cultivator. She is dressed in a crimson gauze dress, with leather armor on her shoulders and a light veil covering her face. Her exposed eyebrows and eyes are beautiful and refined, with a vermilion dot in the middle of her eyebrows, shining brightly, unlike any ordinary person.
Murong Qiudi asked, "And who are you?"
The female cultivator did not answer. She waved her hand, and the silver bow in her hand disappeared. After glancing at Murong Qiudi a few times, she sneered and looked at the crowd in the city.
Where is Ding Yi?
Miao Rou's voice, amplified by spiritual energy, did not resound throughout Luoyang City, but anyone in the city with even a slight cultivation level could hear it.
On a broken rooftop, Li Changfeng stood with his sword in his arms, his disheveled hair flying in the wind, obscuring his slightly narrowed eyes. His robes were tattered from intercepting the arrow, making him look even more disheveled than before.
He looked at the people on the city wall, opened the flask, took a sip of strong liquor, stretched, and the long sword in his bosom was immediately drawn and flew away. A sharp light flashed, and the voice that came out was intercepted.
He also spoke lazily, "Such an arrogant attitude is quite reminiscent of my younger days. Perhaps I should answer Lord Murong's question: And who are you?"
The female cultivator didn't even look at Li Changfeng.
With the three standing in a tripod position, all that remained was vast ruins.
The three arrows fell like shooting stars, destroying numerous residences. Fortunately, the disciples of the Star Domain and the geniuses of the sects who were chasing after them were not heartless. As soon as the first arrow fell, many of them gave up chasing Lin Feiran and turned to the surrounding area to set up a protective array for the affected people, thus avoiding a large number of casualties.
At this moment, they also looked up.
Zhang Si emerged from the crowd, his pockets full of cats and dogs, with one balancing on his head.
He didn't save anyone, and he wouldn't save anyone, but these cats and dogs are innocent.
He put them down, swung the giant hammer in his hand, and flew to Li Changfeng's side. When their eyes met, he stroked his beard and nodded, and Li Changfeng looked in that direction as if he had just realized something.
"So she was the holy woman of the esoteric religion."
I thought he was some kind of influential figure, but it turns out he's just like any other ordinary cultivator.
I'll meet her later!
Before Zhang Siwo could even nod, Li Changfeng leaped into the air, a gentle breeze swirling around him, countless swirling currents returning to the tip of his sword.
This is his Righteous Sword.
"Oh no!" Zhang Si shouted anxiously, but ultimately failed to stop the person.
Such a sword came from the west, with a howling wind and surging momentum, and went away with the force of destruction!
Suddenly, several stars rose in front of her, their intertwined spiritual threads forming a net that absorbed all the righteous energy from Li Changfeng's sword, leaving not a trace behind.
That was Ding Yi's commonly used celestial star.
Li Changfeng's sword momentum instantly reversed, turning backward and slashing at the attacker without hesitation!
"Junior brother." Ding Yi closed his eyes slightly, paused in mid-air, and looked a little tired. "Don't be silly. Your sword skills are far inferior to what they used to be. How could you possibly cleave my technique in half with one sword?"
However, the fact that you can draw your sword now is a good omen.
Li Changfeng looked at him quietly, his gaze complex, but he was about to make a move when Zhang Siwo leaped over and grabbed him, whispering, "Where there's life, there's hope!"
Ding Yi glanced at the two of them and said knowingly, "Junior brother, are you planning to leave the Cangxing Domain and associate with cowards like Zhang Siwo?"
Zhang Si paused, about to retort, but seeing the unfavorable situation, he had no choice but to swallow his words and point at Ding Yi with his hand: "Fine, fine, you just wait!"
After making those threats, he immediately pulled out a magical artifact, which instantly shone brightly. Everyone instinctively closed their eyes and turned their heads away, but when they opened their eyes again, the two had vanished without a trace.
Just as the female cultivator was about to speak, Ding Yi flew down to the city wall and stood in front of Murong Qiudi, separating the two. Then he raised his hand to form a seal, temporarily sealing Murong Qiudi's five senses.
He spoke slowly and deliberately, his expression slightly sorrowful, but still gentle and calm.
“Holy Maiden, for my sake, let this matter be over. They all have a history with me and are unaware of the truth, so why should they die in vain?”
With Ah Heng's death, the matter of the Reincarnation Beads must be put on hold for a while. Allow me to observe Chen Qi's body and see how far his cultivation has progressed.
"You don't need to tell me, I've already let them go."
The female cultivator looked up, and the voice that came out was very ethereal, like a gentle breeze in a valley or a mountain stream, pleasing to the ear and refreshing to the mind.
"But just now, you already failed once. If that puppet hadn't trusted you too much, it wouldn't have been a moment too late in sending me the message, and she wouldn't have been able to take the spiritual vein away today. The fault lies with you."
Your merits are not for me to calculate, but I will report everything that happened today as it is, and let the Lord decide your fate.
The other party was so imposing that ordinary people would find it difficult to look directly at them, but Ding Yi looked back with neither arrogance nor servility, and even said, "Things have come to this point, why bother with these words? There is a way to remedy this, please come with me to discuss it."
The female cultivator glanced at Murong Qiudi again, gave a soft snort, and turned to follow him.
Completely ignoring the collapsing ruins and the cries for help from the people below, the two remained suspended high in the air, riding the wind like immortals.
Upon arriving at the palace, the female cultivator bypassed the hurried and sorrowful palace servants and, together with Ding Yi, stepped into the Hun Tian Hall, where she sat upright on a prayer mat.
Although the palace servants were in a panic, with Ding Yi in charge, things didn't get too chaotic.
He has been the emperor's advisor for so long that even if there is no emperor in the palace, he will certainly be there.
Regardless of the chaos outside, and unconcerned about how Ding Yi would appease the court officials in the future, the female cultivator paid no attention to the affairs of Taiwu Kingdom. Instead, she looked directly at the person sitting opposite her and asked a completely unrelated question.
"That guy just now... Lin Feiran."
She pondered for a moment before remembering the name.
Ding Yi lowered her eyes, seemingly not expecting her to suddenly ask this question. Her clear and calm eyes looked at the person opposite her, pondering the reason in her heart, but answering fluently with her words.
“I do know that; the child obtained it from Sword Mountain in Pilgrimage Valley.”
"Impossible!" Almost as soon as she finished speaking, her clear eyes widened suddenly, and she denied it sharply, "Only the relics of saints can be left in the Pilgrimage Valley. How could that person have broken through to the Return to Truth Realm and become a saint!"
This was the first time Ding Yi had seen her so out of sorts, so he paused slightly and poured out some hot tea from the pot.
"I don't know who the Holy Maiden is referring to, and I can't judge her. Let's talk about the spiritual veins and the Human Emperor's achievements."
Petals continued to fall softly outside the window, each one fading away from the sounds of discussion.
Inside the city, the restrictions on Murong Qiudi were lifted. She took a deep look towards the palace, then gazed northwards with an uncertain look in her eyes.
Below the city gate, Wei Changzai stood behind the gate, gazing at the long road outside, and quietly sheathed his sword.
He lowered his eyes to look at the shimmering sword, his long fingers slowly tracing its surface. His phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Don't worry, I will take you to her. I will go with you to her side."
No matter when or what moment, he would never let her disappear from his sight again.
...
Lin Feiran dared not delay for a moment and traveled swiftly with Ru Xian to the endless sea. The boundary gate spread across the sea like shattered ice, shimmering with light.
However, on the shore, there also stood a pure white figure, who, from a distance, appeared to be entertaining himself with a pipa.
That's Xie Kanhua.
He was originally the guardian of the boundary, and now that the boundary gate has been shattered, he still stands here.
Noticing their arrival, he paused slightly as he strummed the strings, then looked up and met Lin Feiran's gaze.
He just watched quietly as the two flew past, plunged into the sea, and were immediately bounced back by the boundary gate.
Xie Kanhua remained silent, holding her pipa and standing on the shore. Her fingertips moved lightly, and a few strange, mocking notes came from the strings. They were not melodies, but they seemed to be speaking.
"The door is blocked; you can't get through."
He took two steps and squatted down somewhere on the shore. The strange sound of a pipa came again: "This way."
Lin Feiran remained silent, but Ru Xian couldn't help but chuckle. He raised his hand and placed it on Lin Feiran's shoulder, whispering, "It seems you've recognized me. With the gates of the realm now sealed, it's likely that someone is trying to contain the overflow of spiritual energy. Let's go."
Even the most meticulously crafted formations have flaws. Xie Kanhua has been here for several years, so finding one or two weaknesses is not difficult for him.
The two followed his direction, and as they approached the gate to the boundary, Lin Feiran couldn't help but look back.
Everyone knows that Xie Kanhua is the guardian of the boundary, on the surface, but he is here to observe the unusual activity at the boundary gate and prevent the demon race from causing trouble again. However, it seems that this is not the case today.
Moreover, she had changed her appearance when she first met him, so how could he recognize her at a glance?
Lin Feiran looked back for a long time. Xie Kanhua looked directly at her, still with the same calm and composed expression, showing no sign of anything unusual.
"Let's go." He suddenly spoke, then added meaningfully, "I will stay here at the gate."
So Lin Feiran stopped worrying about it, nodded slightly in thanks, turned and walked into the demon realm, disappearing behind the gate with Ru Xian.
The heavens and earth are turning, and now it is night in the demon realm.
Lin Feiran and Ru Xian returned to the demon capital Lan City together. It was late at night and winter had arrived. The city was cold and windy. Although there were a few lights on, it was far less lively than before, and there was not a single person on the street.
Back at Xingzhi Palace, she still felt a heavy weight on her heart, a constant unease that made it difficult to feel at ease.
Ru Xian glanced at her sideways, quietly scrutinized her for a moment, and then reached out and hooked her collar: "Where are we going?"
Lin Feiran snapped out of her daze, somewhat puzzled: "Go back to your room to rest?"
Looking at his expression, she wasn't sure if she had forgotten something in her earlier panic.
With her eyebrows slightly raised and her hair fluttering in the wind, he silently watched her for a long time, until Lin Feiran slowly straightened her back and even looked down at herself.
His clothes were tattered, revealing half an arm and a foot-long tear in his trousers, but the exposed lines were still quite neat. His mustard seed pouch was still there, and the Golden Wave Sword was still intact...
She paused for a moment, then subconsciously raised her hand to wipe her face.
"After fighting like this, it's normal to be covered in dust and dirt..."
Like a hailstone, he sighed softly, letting out a light laugh. Then he raised his hand, his fingertips just touching her forehead, tapping it three times lightly and quickly. Before the cool touch could linger, he was already gone.
Lin Feiran stood there for a moment, completely bewildered, before slowly returning to her room. After washing up, she was still wondering what he meant.
Just then, the spirit of the Golden Wave Sword appeared, stood in front of Lin Feiran, and looked her up and down before asking, "Are you injured?"
Upon seeing the sword spirit, Lin Feiran abruptly snapped out of her reverie. After a moment of silence, she shook her head and said, "I still have quite a few of these rare medicinal herbs here. They'll be fine after I use them."
Seeing that her expression was off, the Golden Wave Sword Spirit stepped forward, with only a step between them: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Lin Feiran stood quietly in place, her black hair flowing down her back, her expression focused. At this moment, she finally possessed the purity and relaxation that a young person should have.
She said, "I know who the former Sword Master was."
The spirit of the Golden Wave Sword paused slightly, seemingly not reacting for a moment. The wind outside the window blew off her shawl, and the leather armor on her body lost its luster, revealing a strange sluggishness.
"……What?"
Lin Feiran said with certainty, "The former sword master was my mother, wasn't she?"
The wind blowing into the room seemed to suddenly stop. The sword spirit stood in front of her, and although her expression was not visible, one could still see a hint of helplessness in her small gestures.
Lin Feiran could even hear her slightly nervous swallowing sounds.
After a long pause, she finally spoke: "You asked Bai Lu, didn't you?"
Lin Feiran nodded without hesitation.
She was expecting the sword spirit to say something, but the sword spirit remained silent for a long time before nodding heavily, his words filled with undisguised apology.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you... it's just that I really don't know how to bring up the matter of the Sword Master."
Lin Feiran's attitude was very gentle, even calm. She didn't blame anyone, but just pursed her lips, gripped the hem of her clothes with both hands, and was unusually nervous.
"I have never seen the Golden Wave Sword, and you have probably never seen me either. Why did you come toward me in the Valley of Pilgrimage?"
The two stood facing each other, always a step apart, like strangers meeting for the first time, somewhat reserved yet familiar with each other.
The sword spirit sighed softly, her shoulders finally relaxing. After a moment, she answered.
"Actually, I noticed you on Sword Mountain from the moment you entered the valley, and I have been observing you ever since."
You are very talented and outstanding, even more so than the Sword Master. Of course, I will come to you.
Lin Feiran, however, continued to look at her, her lips pressed tightly together, revealing a hint of stubbornness that was barely perceptible.
The Golden Wave Sword Spirit raised her hand, tucked the long hair behind her ear, and said, "Alright, I've heard the Sword Master mention you too many times. Even though I've never met you before, I recognized you at a glance."
You've grown into a wonderful child, Fei Ran.
Her voice was so gentle that it could dispel the winter night wind.
Lin Feiran smiled and asked, "Does she think the same way you do?"
The spirit of the Golden Wave Sword stepped forward and gently embraced her: "Of course, I am connected with the former Sword Master... If she were still alive, she would always be watching over you like this."
...
After Lin Feiran told the Golden Wave Sword Spirit about the Boundless Land, she wanted to ask about her mother, but she could only sigh.
"I have no way to tell you."
It's not that we can't, but that we're unable to.
"From the very beginning, all she wanted was for you to be a carefree child, without having to avenge her or do what she was supposed to do."
You have your own life.
But you've still made it this far today...
If you want to know more, go and see the places she used to stay; perhaps you'll find the answer.
Lin Feiran was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is it Jinling Ferry?"
"Yes." The Golden Wave Sword Spirit nodded, then pulled Lin Feiran to sit at the table, still asking, "Why didn't you reveal the Human Emperor's affairs to the world before? Why did you have to bear such an unjust reputation?"
Lin Feiran looked at her quietly, her eyes showing no trace of grievance or resentment, but rather a kind of peace that came from deep thought.
"Reputation is nothing but external matters. What good is it if people know about his evil deeds?"
The fact that mortals can possess another's body and be reincarnated is no small matter. If this were widely publicized, letting the world know that such an evil technique exists to prolong life and cultivate the Dao... such tragedies would surely happen again somewhere.
Jinlan Sword Spirit wasn't too surprised, but her tone was filled with undisguised complexity: "At your age, you should be free to cause trouble without worrying too much, yet you are bullied so much in Daohe Palace and besieged by the Secret Sect."
If your parents had not left...
“Even if I hadn’t left, I would have done the same,” Lin Feiran said. “They are all the same kind of people as me.”
Finally, she stood up, apologized, and returned to the sword.
Lin Feiran knew that she was in a complicated mood, so she didn't disturb her. She just got up and sat down at her desk, leaned on the desk, looked up at the dark night sky, and felt no sleepiness at all.
She thought that perhaps after her mother left, she was telling the Golden Wave Sword Spirit about the interesting things that happened in their family day after day.
She also missed them, but as she said, everyone had their own things to do.
It is enough that her past longing has reached this day.
Just then, she remembered that Ru Xian had tapped three times before leaving. She calculated the time in her mind, then pushed open the door and headed towards his residence.
When Ru Xian suddenly returned to the palace, the attendants were naturally busy preparing hot water and fragrant dew so that he could bathe and recuperate properly.
Lin Feiran had already imagined their figures before going, but when she actually arrived, she did not see the Ginseng Child, but only a bright light, but the room was empty.
She stood in the courtyard and looked around, even wondering if she had found the wrong place or misunderstood the situation.
Perhaps he simply tapped three times casually, instead of telling me to come find him three quarters of an hour later.
Just as she was about to leave, a withered leaf suddenly fell from above. She looked up and met a pair of smiling eyes, like scattered snowflakes.
He was on the roof.
Lin Feiran leaped up and saw Ru Xian sitting cross-legged on it, resting her chin on her hand, wearing only a satin robe, looking as if she had been sitting for a long time.
He looked at her with a gentle gaze that seemed to soften in the darkness. Lin Feiran sat down beside him, and compared to his ease, she appeared somewhat nervous.
Ru Xian looked at her and said, "I bet you won't be able to sleep tonight."
“The events in the human realm haven’t been over for long, and I really can’t sleep,” Lin Feiran said. “So, when you tapped those three times earlier, were you telling me to come find you in 35 minutes?”
Ru Xian chuckled lightly: "You've been thinking about this for a full quarter of an hour?"
Lin Feiran nodded.
He smiled and said frankly and openly, "That's right. Those three blows didn't mean anything, but with your personality, you can't help but find some reason."
If you ponder for three-quarters of an hour, it means you've been thinking about me for three-quarters of an hour; if you think about it all night, it means you've been thinking about me all night long.
It was meant as a joke, but Lin Feiran looked at him with confusion and said seriously, "But even if I don't think about this, I will still miss you."
The rustling sound was from fallen leaves swirling and rising in the night wind.
Lin Feiran immediately felt the hairs on her body stand on end.
It wasn't out of fear, but a strange feeling that ran down my spine, subtle and faint, yet so impossible to ignore.
She even straightened up, shielding herself from the wind, trying to use the coolness to relieve the tingling and itching.
"This should be your first winter in the demon realm." He spoke again, gazing at the dark, boundless sky, and said meaningfully, "You've been tired for a long time, you should get a good night's sleep."
Lin Feiran knew he was urging her to sleep again, but she just stared into the darkness with her eyes open: "But I really can't sleep."
Ru Xian glanced at her sideways, her eyes darting through the night, carrying a faint smile.
"When I was young, I was just like you, unable to sleep because I had many worries in my heart."
Then one night, I discovered something strange.
Lin Feiran turned to look at her, her loose hair swirling in the night breeze, her eyes filled with clear curiosity: "What is it?"
He raised his hand, and specks of spiritual light condensed at his fingertips, then connected with his movement to form a magic seal.
"I discovered that the winter moon is hidden deep within the clouds. It is always there, and as long as you call out to it, moonlight will spill out from it."
Lin Feiran opened her eyes slightly and immediately looked up. She saw a sliver of light gradually appearing in the dark sky, pure white and gentle. It was the moonlight that had been hidden for so long.
They first pierced through the clouds, sprinkling down in strands, and then the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a huge, cold white jade plate, brimming in the sky.
But the moonlight did not shine outwards; instead, it cast a single beam of light, enveloping only the two of them.
Lin Feiran couldn't help but exclaim, "Changing the celestial phenomena—is this the power of the Divine Travel Realm?!"
Before Lin Feiran could speak, a white-feathered bird flew out from under the eaves, soaring into the air with wingspans of about three zhang (approximately 10 meters). It flew to the moonlight and caught Lin Feiran steadily.
She looked down and saw that the bird had blue eyes, so she knew what was going on and settled comfortably into her downy feathers.
The cargo flew into the air, slowly swirling around the moonlit disc. Like a hailstone, it looked up from the rooftop, a slight smile playing on its lips.
The bird moved slightly, feeling warm and at ease. As it circled, it spun in the air like a swing. The surrounding clouds and the bright moon, like rice cakes being pounded, slowly mingled in her eyes, each containing the other.
After flying for an unknown amount of time, Lin Feiran finally closed her eyes and fell asleep.
After hearing her breathing become steady, Hanhuo turned and fell towards the roof, where Ruxian had already gotten up and was waiting.
He reached out and took the sleeping girl from her, turned and sat down, casually untied the jade pouch from his waist and tossed it to her, saying in a cool voice, "Don't overeat."
The dog cheered and burrowed half its head inside, crunching and chewing away.
Ru Xian sat on the roof, looking at Lin Feiran, and casually brushed the stray hairs from her face.
As he stroked her, his fingertips twirled, slowly moving to her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, and then her lower lip, lingering there for a long time, reluctant to leave.
The night breeze stirred, ruffling his long hair and obscuring his strange expression, revealing only his slightly parted lips.
He caressed her, slowly leaning down, and suddenly stopped when he was about a finger's width away from her lips. He looked her over, a smile playing on his lips, but in the end, he simply looked away.
Above the sky, it remained pitch black.
He had never seen the moon as a boy, and out of boredom, he devised a kind of illusion.
What Lin Feiran just saw was not the real moon.
This was just an illusion; it was the moon in his heart that she saw.
"Is my moon beautiful?"
Lin Feiran buried her head in his arms, pressing against his soft chest, her whole body relaxed. She was indeed too tired and was sleeping soundly, unable to answer, but judging from her expression, she was certainly satisfied.
He picked her up and stood up, looking at the silent demon capital of Lan City, his smile gone.
The Demon Capital was not usually this quiet. The Ginseng Child who came to serve him hesitated to speak, but never uttered a word.
He knew something was wrong.
"It's okay, whatever happens, it won't bother you."
"With me, all you need to do is rest."
Author's Note: Lin Feiran: Just left the beginner village and encountered a top-tier expert, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't resist...
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