Chapter 215 Jinling is Not Crossing (Part 1) "Are you leaving tonight?"...
Ru Xian looked up and met the two stunned gazes, and couldn't help but find it amusing.
"What's wrong?"
Biqing and Xuanzhen remained silent.
Even if the two were completely clueless, they couldn't possibly mistakenly believe that Lin Feiran was seriously injured and unconscious, and that Ru Xian was treating her.
After all, even the most critical patient cannot lie on his lap.
As the three looked at each other in bewilderment, Biqing suddenly blurted out, "I knew that friend was herself!"
Xuanzhen's eyes widened: "Is this what you wanted to say?!"
He was so surprised that he forgot to say his favorite saying!
Upon hearing this conversation, Ru Xian didn't need to think too much to guess why the two were surprised.
His gaze swept casually over the courtyard, and he simply asked, "What are you looking for her for?"
In this situation, Biqing felt a strange sense of dread, not because Ruxian asked a question, or because of the meaningful look he gave her, but because of his undisguised demeanor.
That kind of addiction, visible to the naked eye, would appear so clearly on the surface of the haze.
Because his demeanor was so unfamiliar, and they knew him so well, they had a dazed feeling, as if they were in a dream.
Just as she came to her senses, she heard Xuanzhen mutter softly, "Xun Feifei is right. A truly capable person is capable in every aspect. I really admire Lin Feiran more and more!"
Biqing couldn't help but ask, "Is this what you wanted to say?"
She took two steps forward, cleared her throat, and couldn't help but look at his knees.
The sleeping person only showed half of their face.
It is indeed Lin Feiran.
So her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally sank to the bottom. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "Lin Feiran is truly a role model for us!"
"My lord, Lin Feiran has an appointment with someone, and now that person has accepted the invitation..."
Biqing was speechless for a moment. She was still in shock, and now she had to face Ru Xian's gaze. The pressure was immense. She licked her lips and blurted out something in a moment of weakness.
"Why don't Xuanzhen and I carry her back? That way, they can meet in the courtyard and won't be disturbed here!"
"Alright." Ru Xian looked at her quietly, then, under Bi Qing's regretful gaze, she lowered her eyes and patted the sleeping person on her lap.
"Lin Feiran, it's time to wake up."
It was clearly a full name, and the pronunciation was very clear, but there was a subtle difference in the intonation, as if there was something wrapped and connected between each word, almost rolling around on his tongue.
Biqing raised her hand to cover her lips, her earlobes inexplicably feeling a little hot. Xuanzhen wasn't so sensitive, but she couldn't help but twitch her ears.
Under the intense and focused gazes of the two, the person on their lap finally woke up. She slowly sat up, covering her head as if she had a hangover, with a reassuringly dazed look in her eyes.
She looked at Biqing and Xuanzhen, not even having time to wonder why they were there, and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"
The two shook their heads vigorously, indicating they didn't know. Ru Xian moved his legs, stood up, and replied, "About three hours."
"What!"
Compared to Lin Feiran's surprise, Bi Qing and Xuan Zhen were clearly even more astonished.
Sleeping for three hours during the day was almost impossible for Lin Feiran.
"You've been drugged?"
Xuanzhen couldn't help but speak, but seeing Ruxian standing to the side, she immediately shut her mouth.
"There shouldn't be."
Lin Feiran had long been used to these inexplicable drowsinesses, but she was always puzzled and had no opportunity to ask in depth, especially now.
She immediately rubbed her temples and stood up, her movements swift and decisive. Too embarrassed to meet the gazes of Bi Qing and the other woman, she simply asked...
"It's almost noon, did you bring Senior Brother Danqing with you?"
Biqing glanced at Ruxian subconsciously and coughed lightly: "Danqing has been staying in the Demon Capital recently, so it's not necessary to meet today."
Although she hasn't accepted their relationship yet, she's already honestly covering it up for others.
Lin Feiran shook her head: "My senior brother and I agreed to meet today. Is he outside the courtyard?"
After speaking, without waiting for their reply, she went straight to the door, brought Danqing, who was still immersed in tension, in, and walked to Ruxian's side.
With his usual expression, he slowly sized up the fair-skinned young man wearing a turban. His gaze was so intense that it almost made the man freeze.
Danqing did not raise his head, but simply bowed respectfully: "Danqing, a descendant of the Feathered Bird branch of the Feathered Clan, greets Your Majesty."
Ru Xian nodded, not recalling who this person was as before, and said directly, "I have seen your paintings, and the artistic conception is very good."
Danqing straightened up slightly, glanced at Lin Feiran, calmed himself down, and said, "You flatter me, Your Excellency."
Lin Feiran received his gaze, then moved to stand between the two of them, looked at the person under the corridor, and said with a slight brightening in his eyes: "This is the painter I invited."
As if a hailstone's fingertips twitched slightly, it asked, "What do you want to draw?"
"A portrait."
Her voice was clear and bright. Her gaze swept over the people in front of her. Since Ru Xian didn't mind making it public, she didn't need to hide it.
"A portrait of you and me."
On her way to find Bailu, she saw portraits of Bailu and her mother from the past, which stirred up many emotions in her heart.
Life is rarely filled with joy, so every moment is worth remembering. Let's capture the joy of the present moment through painting, and why worry about what the future holds?
She thought her mother must think the same way she did.
After returning to the Demon Capital, she wanted to find a painter to take a portrait of the two of them, but Ru Xian had very high standards and it was difficult to find a painter who satisfied her, so she kept putting it off.
Now that painting and calligraphy have appeared, everything is just right.
Ru Xian was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to have such thoughts. Dan Qing was also surprised. His gaze shifted between the two of them several times. He was suddenly startled, but quickly shook his head, pretending not to know anything.
Amidst the varied expressions on the faces of the others, only Lin Feiran remained composed. She looked calmly at Ru Xian and asked, "How is it?"
"good."
...
That night, Lin Feiran sat cross-legged on the couch.
Following her master's instructions, she tried to master the breathing technique until her whole body was clear, but she was always just a breath short. She slowly opened her eyes, puzzled but not anxious.
She opened the manual and began to read it carefully again.
Just then, a paper kitten with wings climbed onto the windowsill and jumped onto Lin Feiran's bed. After she made the hand seals, the paper kitten made a stumbling sound.
"Everything is ready. We have arranged your identity. You must arrive at Jinling Ferry in three days."
That cat-like face, yet it uttered Zhang Siwo's dry, lifeless voice.
Lin Feiran took the letter and had just read it once when a tongue of fire licked it, leaving not a trace of embers.
She watched quietly as the three characters "Jinling Ferry" disappeared into the background, then slowly closed her eyes.
Why was the main temple of Esoteric Buddhism located in Jinlingdu, her hometown?
The saintess I encountered in Luoyang earlier, though veiled, had eyes that resembled my mother's by about 60%, even though their eyes were clearly very different.
The mother's eyes were narrower and upturned at the corners, while the other person's eyes were droopy and dull. They were so different, so why did they look alike?
Now that he has chosen to go to Tantric Buddhism, will he be able to uncover further truths?
And then there was that day in the secret chamber when they met. The tall senior who appeared as a wisp of divine soul seemed familiar to Lin Feiran, but she couldn't quite place her.
But just now, as she was breathing and making hand seals, she suddenly remembered a cultivator who was also meditating and making hand seals.
On her way to the Flying Flower Gathering, she stopped in front of Spring City and saw many refugees from the Northern Plains who came to pray. The goddess of the Goddess Sect who was surrounded by them and making a mudra to pray for blessings was using such a special mudra, or rather, a Buddhist mudra.
The Goddess Sect practices the path of Buddhism.
That tall and venerable one came from the Goddess Sect, and such a cultivation level, which is close to that of a saint, could only belong to the sect leader.
Thinking about it this way, the reason she didn't appear in her true form but instead sent a wisp of her divine sense was not because she didn't want to meet, but because she couldn't.
Even she couldn't leave Kitahara alone.
Kitahara, a product of divine punishment...
The butterfly shadow hanging by the bed railing suddenly moved. Lin Feiran immediately gripped the Golden Wave Sword at her side, turned her eyes warily to look, but relaxed when she saw who it was.
"Are you... leaving tonight?"
The person who came, or rather, Ruxie, was standing tall in front of the window, his arms resting on the table, looking at her through the window, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.
Lin Feiran got up and looked at it, feeling somewhat unaccustomed to it.
His attire was completely different from his usual style. He no longer wore the sleeves of a scholar or a warrior, but instead had gold belts tied around both wrists, looking very neat. He also had a black belt around his waist, and his waist-length hair was tied low behind his head.
She had almost never seen anything like this, like hail.
Seeing her lost in thought, he was quite pleased and said, "Time waits for no one. If you want to get back sooner, you have to leave sooner. I might be back before you even reach Jinling Ferry."
This trip was a secret trip; apart from Lin Feiran, no one else knew that Ru Xian had left.
He reached out, across the windowsill, and gestured with his fingertips to indicate what she should take out: "Before leaving, I realized that my treasures haven't been left here yet, so I naturally have to take them so I can leave in peace."
Lin Feiran was somewhat bewildered, so she followed his usual joking logic and asked, "What treasure... me?"
Ru Shan paused, not expecting her to answer like that. Her eyes curved even more, and she couldn't help but chuckle. She shook her head after she had finished laughing.
"I can't take you with me; what I want is my return gift."
He pointed to the butterfly he had cut out for Lin Feiran's bedside.
Lin Feiran was surprised and didn't understand how he knew about the return gift. But then she suddenly remembered what she had said in her half-awake state earlier that day. Could it be that she had let something slip then?
She said, "Don't you think the portrait is a return gift?"
"I don't think so." He withdrew his hands and crossed his arms. "The return gift is something else, perhaps, a treasure or something similar?"
Lin Feiran was almost certain that he must already know.
She observed his expression and, seeing that he was in a good mood, decided not to wait any longer. She reached into her pouch and took out a small velvet pouch, about the size of her palm, hanging it between his fingers. A brief tinkling sound came from inside the pouch.
"What is it? Pearls?" He was about to open it when Lin Feiran quickly stopped him.
She said somewhat embarrassedly, "Let's open it and see when we get to the secret realm."
"Okay." Ru Xian was in a good mood and answered readily. He weighed the item in his hand and took back the velvet bag as instructed. "Just give it to me. I like whatever is inside."
He looked at Lin Feiran again, his emerald eyes filled with a hint of darkness, his gaze almost impossible to look away from. He leaned in, not to lick or kiss her, but to press his forehead against hers, his hand slowly stroking the back of her neck.
He uttered a sentence in a friendly tone, yet it was obscure and difficult to understand.
Lin Feiran asked, puzzled, "What does this mean?"
As if a hailstone were placed between her brows, she whispered, "May heaven and earth protect you; those who possess a pure heart will never perish."
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't resist turning his head slightly to lick and kiss the corner of her lips, exhaling a little warm breath.
"It's time to go."
“Every day after sunrise and before going to bed at night, connect with me with the yin-yang symbol.”
The runes on your back will not be washed away, and they are probably not visible now. They are just hidden in the background, not disappeared, so there is no need to worry.
Also, I know you have a chivalrous heart, but you should always put yourself first.
Ru Xian sat by the window for a long time, saying a lot, which was unusual for her, and she had to leave almost at the middle of the month.
Lin Feiran stood by the window, watching his figure disappear into the night, but her heart sank slightly.
According to Qiu Tong, she and Wei Changzai were bound by a contract and married. It was during their travels between the two realms that she accidentally heard the news that Ru Xian had failed to break through the realm and died suddenly.
If we follow the timeline in the book, the Flying Flower Society ends, Lin Feiran becomes famous after obtaining the sword, the fox clan's troubles are resolved, and the two finally get married. Then "You Know My Heart" will end. The subsequent travels are outside the original book, and Lin Feiran is unaware of them.
Qiu Tong had only heard about it by chance at the time and could not be sure whether Ru Xian had died some time ago or had just died suddenly, but she could at least be certain that it was not winter.
The key to his sudden death was his attempt to break through to a higher realm.
Lin Feiran returned to the table, took out the Iron Khitan Book, and turned to the last page. His master was sitting on the shore drawn in ink, holding a fishing rod in his arms, but it was clear that he was deep in thought.
"Grandmaster?"
She spoke softly, and the master in the painting raised his bamboo hat, his dark eyes scrutinizing her expression: "What is it?"
Lin Feiran asked, "If there is a disease in the world that causes the meridians to become suddenly disordered and strange colored patterns to appear when too much spiritual power is used, and the spiritual power will also become violent and uncontrollable, then how can one suppress the surge of spiritual energy when breaking through a realm before the disease is cured?"
The grandmaster raised his fishing rod, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "As far as I know, there is no such disease in the world. This can only mean that this person's spiritual veins are unusual... The person you are talking about, is it that little peacock?"
Seeing Lin Feiran nod, he understood and said, "If it's him, then there's no other way. Besides, it's not a weak pulse... How to treat it is up to him to find out."
Lin Feiran felt puzzled: "Why? Is there some mystery to this?"
The grandmaster pressed down his hat and shook his head: "This is just my guess. This little peacock should not be an ordinary demon. As for the specifics, we'll have to wait for him to tell you himself."
At this point, the grandmaster suddenly turned to look at her and said seriously, "Compared to him, you should care about yourself first. Your vital energy is much weaker than his. How is your practice of that technique going?"
Lin Feiran paused: "I don't know why, but it always feels a little off, lacking the ethereal feeling that my master described."
Grandmaster smiled gently: "The technique has been adjusted perfectly. The reason you're missing a breath is because you're not focused enough. These three days are perfect because that person won't be here, and no one will disturb your mind. Hurry up and practice. Make sure you master it before you go to Jinling Ferry."
Lin Feiran: "..."
After saying this, the grandmaster flicked the fishing rod, and just as the Iron Khitan Book was about to turn the page, Lin Feiran immediately raised his hand and pressed it down.
"How can a disciple not guide his cultivation? Whenever I can sleep, my master will go fishing."
Grandmaster: "..."
Who can outlast you?
The oil lamp burned all night until dawn, when Lin Feiran finally broke through the last breath and fell into a deep sleep.
At noon, a rustling sound came from beside the pillow. Lin Feiran turned over, buried her face in the pillow to catch her breath for a few moments, and then slowly sat up. She looked at the bedside and suddenly met a pair of blue eyes.
"..."
Ru Xian was squatting in place, wearing a long robe, his bright eyes wide open like never before. When he saw that she was awake, he patted the bed railing and happily spun around.
Who is this?
Author's Note: I went on a trip today, so I haven't gotten to that point yet. I'll definitely go there in the next chapter.
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