Chapter 53 Spring City Flying Flowers drew their swords and charged out, leaving a trail of corpses for miles, though they faced death nine times over...
There is an inherent difference between cultivators and mortals.
Spiritual energy is everywhere; cultivators can use it to ride the wind and summon clouds and rain, but mortals can only rely on their own hands.
That year, Gu Buhui was traveling in Daze Prefecture, Xixiang. He encountered a powerful family cultivator bullying the weak. He drew his sword and fought against the four of them.
That day was a fierce battle, with howling yellow winds and blood splattering across the sky, leaving him with a wound that ran halfway across his body. But in the end, he won, all for the sake of an extremely ordinary family.
Before Gu Buhui, no one thought that mortals could contend with cultivators, but after Gu Buhui, no one has been able to contend with cultivators since.
Lin Feiran stood on her longsword, looking at the shouting man. Her gaze suddenly turned strange. How could she have met Gu Buhui in such an ordinary place and in such a disheveled scene?
Seeing that she remained silent, Gu Buhui assumed there was still a misunderstanding and continued to explain, "Little sister, look closely at this little bird. I applied the medicine to its wounds, and the bandage is my only clean silk handkerchief..."
Lin Feiran glanced around, then looked at the cliff face again, and asked in surprise, "How did you get up here?"
Hearing her question, he knew she believed him, and scratched his head and laughed, "Of course I climbed up. The cliff looks steep, but there are actually many handholds, so I just slid up. If it weren't for this eagle bothering me, I would have slid down long ago!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Feiran moved forward half a step on his sword, blocking the flying eagle's figure and revealing the sword's tail: "Then I'll take you down."
"Thank you, thank you!" Gu Buhui was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. He covered his torn clothes, pressed down on the crooked tree, and leaped up, landing steadily on Lin Feiran's sword. He spread his arms wide and said, "It's been a long time since I've wielded a cultivator's longsword. I'm not used to it."
Lin Feiran was not going downhill very fast. She was even a little nervous, so she became even quieter. When she heard this, she just turned her head to look at him and silently slowed down a bit.
Upon landing, Gu Buhui leaped off the sword, ran to the bottom of the cliff, and retrieved six longswords, a bundle, and a curtain. He said to her, "I am just a mortal. The only spiritual treasures I possess are these few spirit jades. Consider them a token of my gratitude, and please don't find them offensive!"
Before Lin Feiran could refuse, he forced two spirit jades into his hands. Then, he took out a box of face powder from his bundle, dipped his fingertip in the powder, and applied it to his face. The face powder did not match his skin tone at all, but it perfectly covered his scars.
He wore the veil on his head and hung six long swords one by one on his waist belt, looking like a tall, muscular swordsman, but not at all like the legendary Gu Buhui who carried a sword.
Gu Buhui smiled at her and said, "No need to refuse. I'm thick-skinned and can take a few bites without any problem. But if it weren't for you, that Flying Eagle would have perished with me today. Why bother? You saved my life, so this gift is a token of my gratitude to the Flying Eagle."
Lin Feiran was taken aback, not expecting that he was giving a gift of thanks for the eagle.
She looked closely and, through the dusty curtain, could only vaguely see his white teeth as he grinned; everything else was blurred.
As the two were talking, Ru Xian and Xie Kanhua stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"
Gu Buhui explained in a few words, then laughed heartlessly, "Actually, I've been hanging here for quite some time, about two or three hours. Several groups of people have come and gone, but none of them have paid any attention to me. The two eagles that used to peep at me have started taking turns on duty."
Xie Kanhua glanced at his attire and asked, "This place is near Chuncheng, and everyone is in a hurry to get inside, so it's normal that they didn't hear you. What is your name, sir? Are you also going to Chuncheng?"
"I am but a mortal, and I do not know whether I am older or younger than you all, so please do not be bound by titles and just call me Thirteen." Gu Buhui did not reveal his real name, nor did he ask the three names. He only said, "This time, after passing through the valley and entering the dense forest, we are heading to Spring City. It is fate that we met. If you do not mind, may we travel together?"
Xie Kanhua, who was originally an accomplice, did not know how to answer, so he looked at Ru Xian. However, he did not speak either, but looked at Lin Feiran. Lin Feiran did not notice the two of them looking at each other, and only looked at Gu Buhui.
She asked bluntly: "Why hide your wounds? Why wear a veil?"
Gu Buhui was not surprised, but smiled as if he had expected it: "I knew you would ask this question. Of the three of you, you are the only one who would ask such a question. There is no reason. The festering scar is horrifying, and covering it up will not affect the appearance."
Lin Feiran was still puzzled upon hearing this. In the biographies she had read, Gu Buhui was not such a person. Could it be that she had made a mistake? Or was there an error in the biographies?
If he is indeed guilty and unrepentant, why would he need to hide his face?
She didn't press further, and her agitated heart gradually calmed down. She nodded: "The dense forest is deep and difficult to traverse; it's better to have more people."
So the four of them set off. Lin Feiran was lost in thought and remained silent. Ru Xian would glance at her from time to time. Only Xie Kanhua was oblivious. He was talking to Gu Buhui about music. The two half-baked musicians found kindred spirits and began to talk endlessly.
The city of Kunming is surrounded by a dense forest, but unlike ordinary deep forests filled with miasma, it is very open and clear. The bright sun shines in, the flowers and grasses are lush and fragrant. You can hear the long calls of strange birds or see small animals running around. Everything is lively and vivid, like a fairyland in a painting.
This was the only way into the city. Along the way, the four encountered many cultivators meditating and resting. At that time, magical treasures flew around and cultivation techniques changed, which dazzled Gu Buhui.
When he exclaimed in surprise, he would always pat Lin Feiran on the shoulder and call her to look, but seeing that she wasn't very interested, he would quietly sigh.
As they traveled further in, the number of cultivators decreased, while the number of ordinary people gradually increased. They either gathered in groups or hired skilled helpers to accompany them, unlike the cultivators who usually traveled in groups of two or three.
Among the ordinary people who come to Kunming, there are young and old, rich and poor, yet they are clearly divided in this not-so-wide dense forest.
Seeing so many people gathered there, Lin Feiran jumped to the top of a tree and looked ahead, only to find that there were too many people entering the city, making it difficult to move forward.
She landed under the tree and said to the three of them, "There's a long queue in front of the city gate, it's very congested and difficult to move. Why don't we wait here?"
Xie Kanhua nodded in agreement, and Ru Xian had no objection either.
"Perfect timing to rest a bit," Gu Buhui said, sitting down on the left with his clanging iron sword hanging from his arm. He looked at the old woman beside him and asked warmly, "Want some steamed buns?"
He covered his face and was covered in swords. He suddenly approached, and the old woman immediately pulled her head back, shook her head cautiously, and moved away with her bundle.
This group of people had clearly come together. They were dressed similarly, with sallow and emaciated faces and chapped lips. Compared to ordinary people who were covered in dust and grime, they looked more disheveled and impoverished, like refugees after a disaster.
Lin Feiran glanced at them and then focused her gaze on the woman in the middle.
She sat cross-legged on a rock with her eyes closed, her left hand hanging down with several thin ropes dangling from her palm, and her right hand raised, holding a three-inch-long halberd. She wore a wide robe that covered her limbs, but revealed half of her slender waist.
Lin Feiran recognized that this was the hand gesture of Guanyin in Buddhism.
Holding a rope with the left hand hanging down is called the Silk Rope Hand, while holding a halberd with the right hand raised is called the Precious Halberd Hand. In this way, one can ward off disasters and evil spirits and bring peace to all directions.
She was a nun.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her white eyes looking at Lin Feiran with a peaceful expression. After gazing at him for a long time, she nodded slightly and then closed her eyes again.
"Auntie, judging from your clothes, you seem to have come from the north. Are you also here in Chuncheng to see the Emperor?" Gu Buhui shamelessly approached and offered her a few more pieces of steamed bun.
Now he's not afraid of scaring others.
Lin Feiran glanced back and saw Xie Kanhua sitting to the side maintaining her pipa, while Ru Xian, annoyed by being stared at, simply sat down on a tree and closed her eyes to rest.
Since the two of them didn't need any supervision, she stepped forward and took out several large meat buns from her bag. She added some meat skewers that Xun Feifei had grilled, which made everyone's mouths water. Even Gu Buhui, who was holding a white steamed bun, turned his head and his throat moved slightly.
Now, not only the old lady, but also several people around her looked up, their eyes filled with longing.
Lin Feiran simply laid out the remaining steamed buns and meat skewers. She knew all too well the pain of hunger, and for them, this was the best "bribe".
She raised her hand to signal, and people around her tentatively reached out to take it. Gu Buhui also joined in and grabbed a big bun.
Lin Feiran grabbed his wrist and asked, "What's your name?"
A row of white teeth peeked out from behind the dusty gauze curtain: "Little sister, you recognized me the moment you saw this horizontal scar, so why ask? Who you think I am, that's who I am. May I eat?"
Having received a definite answer, Lin Feiran did not stop them further, but instead looked at the people around him: "I've seen the totems on your clothes before. Are you from the Northern Plains?"
Someone whispered in response, "Yes, the Northern Plains are freezing cold. Has the Immortal Master been there before?"
Lin Feiran nodded: "In the past, when the demons of the Northern Plains appeared, my senior brother and I went there a few times, but we only exorcised the demons and did not stay for long. Just now, I only recognized the fiery patterns on the body."
Upon hearing this, someone sighed, "These days, there probably aren't many demonic beasts left in the Northern Plains."
Gu Buhui ate a meat skewer, smoothed out the curtain, and asked curiously, "Why? Could it be that a sect has finally gone to the Northern Plains to oversee things, and the demon beasts dare not cause trouble anymore?"
“No.” An old woman turned to look at the woman in the center. “We in Beiyuan also have sects, but they are not as powerful as the sects of the four continents. However, they have always protected the people of Beiyuan for thousands of years.”
Lin Feiran looked at the woman again.
There is indeed a sect in Beiyuan called the Goddess Sect. It is very mysterious and never recruits disciples. Like other small and scattered sects, it has no reputation in the main area. The reason she knew about it was because she met it by chance when she was training in Beiyuan with Ji Changying.
The old woman continued, "The reason there aren't many demonic beasts is because they can no longer survive in the Northern Plains. Just like us, they either migrate elsewhere or die there."
Gu Buhui tossed a few pebbles in his hand, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "I've heard that a plague is raging in the north. Is that true?"
The old woman nodded, a hint of sorrow showing on her aged face: "This is because Heaven was displeased, so it cursed us and sent down divine punishment. Since its appearance, cold diseases and plagues have spread, even my newborn grandson..."
At first, the immortals of the Goddess Sect could offer some relief, but after a while, they became helpless, and we had no choice but to head south to Chuncheng.
Lin Feiran unexpectedly thought of Chenghua, the girl who also came from the Northern Plains and whose life was threatened by the cold disease. So she frowned and asked, "What is a thing of divine punishment?"
The old woman immediately clasped her hands together, remaining tight-lipped as if even mentioning it would be a grave sin: "We were able to arrive here safely thanks to the Holy Maiden's protection all the way."
Lin Feiran and Gu Buhui looked at the center together, only to see that the woman had already opened her eyes. Her white pupils reflected their figures, and in a daze, it seemed that a faint halo surrounded her.
Gu Buhui couldn't help but ask, "Are there any other treatments for this illness?"
The saintess spoke, her voice long and melodious, yet strangely possessing a touch of divinity: "There is still no cure. I traveled south to Chuncheng to meet with the Patriarch Murong and beg for a medical prescription. The Goddess Sect will remember your kindness today and will repay you in the future."
After speaking, the small halberd in her hand transformed into a willow branch, sprinkling three drops of celestial dew. One drop landed between Gu Buhui's eyebrows, and two drops landed on Lin Feiran's wrist, leaving a mark.
Gu Buhui touched his forehead, feeling curious. He couldn't help but take out a bronze mirror from his bundle, turn his back, and lift the curtain to take a closer look. He saw a small red mole between his eyebrows, so he raised his hand and rubbed it.
Just then, a wealthy man who was going to relieve himself caught a glimpse of his face. He seemed to remember something, his expression turned to horror, and he cried out in alarm before running across the street to join his own guards, shouting as he did so.
"Gu...Gu Buhui is here!"
The sound startled several magpies, and the surrounding area suddenly erupted in commotion, except for Bei Yuanyuan, the guest, and Lin Feiran and a few others.
Lin Feiran turned around and looked at him with a puzzled expression. He saw that Gu Buhui had already lowered the curtain and sat on the stone, eating meat skewers as if he were unaware of anything, while the sword hanging on his belt was scattered around.
The wealthy merchant, relying on his superior numbers, pointed at the spot and said, "Those petty scoundrels dare to enter Spring City seeking immortality? What wishful thinking!"
Upon closer inspection, not a single remaining person objected; most glared angrily at the scene, their expressions indignant.
Lin Feiran stood in front of Gu Buhui. He was taken aback and looked up. The girl's figure was straight, no less than that of the tall branches in the forest.
She looked at everyone and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Seeing her composed expression and puzzled look, someone opposite her couldn't help but speak loudly.
"He is Gu Buhui, a murderous maniac! Back then, for the sake of a few cultivators, he actually massacred Lianfang Town. He was truly heartless and insane. Young girl, if you dare to travel with him, be careful not to lose your life at his hands. He is a villain who can cut down cultivators with his blade!"
Lin Feiran was unaware of this matter. She only knew that back then, Gu Buhui fought against four powerful cultivators at the Ascending High Realm and saved a family.
She turned to look at him, but Gu Buhui still showed no intention of arguing. He simply said to her, "There is indeed such a thing."
Seeing that he had admitted it, the people of Beiyuan who had been talking to him just moments before silently took a half step back.
No matter where or what the reason, a person who has almost slaughtered an entire town's inhabitants will only be a vengeful ghost despised by all.
The person opposite him sneered upon seeing this: "I'm afraid that even now, many people still call you a 'heroic human being,' right? It's utterly ridiculous. A heroic human being would actually turn around and slaughter weak mortals for the sake of cultivators. How could such an absurd thing happen in the world? You are not worthy of being called a hero!"
Amidst the uproar, an old man, upon hearing this, felt a surge of grief in his cloudy eyes. He pointed in this direction, his withered finger trembling: "So, you are Gu Buhui! I came to Chuncheng for you! Heaven is blind, so I will beg the saint in this city to exchange your life for my son! What heinous crimes have they committed that warrant such a bloodbath for the people of this town?!"
Someone whispered, "But hasn't he saved many people too?"
"He didn't save me!" The old man stared straight at him, as if trying to bore a hole through the person in front of him. "Gu Buhui, you wait, the wheel of karma will turn, and you will be punished!"
A few rays of sunlight occasionally pierced through the dense woods. Gu Buhui sat in the shade, the curtains concealing his expression. After a long silence, he leaned forward and asked, "Auntie, when did this cold illness begin? Did one person fall ill, or did everyone suddenly become infected?"
His voice was as clear as ever, as if he hadn't taken a single word of the previous heartfelt criticism to heart.
"His face is thicker than a city wall, and his heart is more venomous than a wasp—that's what a true hero is! Ah Nan, he's the one who killed your father!"
Upon hearing this, the child wiped his eyes and, in a moment of panic, threw the half-eaten steamed bun in his hand, but because he didn't have enough strength, it only hit the corner of Gu Buhui's robe.
He suddenly stopped, picked up the steamed bun and stood up. His tall figure blocked out some of the sunlight, and the six long swords hanging at his waist were cold and gleaming. His face behind the gauze curtain was backlit, making him even more somber and difficult to see.
The old man immediately shielded the child behind him, looked around in a panic, and shouted, "The hero is about to make a move! You're bullying a lonely child! There are immortals here! How dare you do this!"
Gu Buhui merely scratched his back, then casually and precisely tossed the white steamed bun into the child's arms, saying nonchalantly, "Food is precious, and it's hard to say whether we'll have anything to eat after we enter the city. You should keep it for yourself."
After saying that, he looked at Lin Feiran and revealed a set of white teeth behind the gauze curtain: "Do you have any more meat buns? I want to stock up on some. I'll trade you some spirit jade."
Lin Feiran simply looked at him, her clear eyes occasionally flickering with emotion, as if she were lost in thought.
Lin Feiran took off the mustard seed bag from his waist and threw it straight onto the table: "This is full of food. I can give it to you along with this mustard seed bag, but I have a question to ask."
She gave him the steamed buns earlier to get his approval, so what is she asking now? Is she asking about the town? Is she asking to stand up for these people?
Gu Buhui smiled without any reservations and said, "You can ask, but I won't answer anything I can't say."
Lin Feiran took two steps forward, and the two were no more than half a meter apart. He could see the clarity and stubbornness in her eyes. This look was too familiar; he often saw it in the mirror in the past.
He heard her ask, "What is a chivalrous hero?"
Gu Buhui laughed. He laughed for a long time, his hands resting on the six swords at his sides. Standing against the light, he finished laughing and said softly, "A hero is nothing."
Lin Feiran was slightly taken aback, but Gu Buhui did not continue. Instead, she stretched out her hands in a flattering manner and said, "Little sister, this is my most sincere answer. I will take this mustard seed bag."
Lin Feiran did not speak. She turned to look at the people sitting in the woods. Some were watching the show, some were filled with hatred, and some were disdainful. Every emotion was so real. She did not know how much of their words were true or false. Similarly, she did not know how much of Gu Buhui's words were true or false.
Gu Buhui was right there, but they were too afraid to approach him. They could only vent their anger verbally, their complaints and curses were extremely unpleasant to hear.
All she knew was that the hero, praised by everyone, had long since become a rat crossing the street, hated and beaten by everyone.
No wonder he tries to hide his scars, no wonder he walks with his face covered; once his face is exposed, it will bring him accusations and insults.
"The next batch can enter the city!"
A joyous shout came from ahead, and a group of people immediately stood up, grumbling and packing their luggage. Before leaving, they glanced at him with resentment and fear in their eyes.
The child eventually threw the white steamed bun back, slamming it hard into the curtain from a short distance.
This was perhaps the lightest form of resistance Gu Buhui had ever faced.
He caught the steamed bun, hung the mustard bag around his waist, took a bite, and said nonchalantly, "Sometimes steamed buns are still the best."
As soon as a spot became available in front of the city, people rushed to get in, and the villagers in the woods also hurried away, leaving only the chaotic sound of footsteps.
At this moment, the saintess who had been sitting quietly in the center watching them got up. She had been watching for an unknown amount of time before slowly walking to the two of them. Only then did Lin Feiran notice that she was not wearing shoes and was barefoot the whole time.
"I am about to enter the city, so I am taking my leave of you both."
After speaking, she performed a lotus-shaped salute, then clasped her hands together and formed the compassion mudra.
Gu Buhui ate his steamed bun, nodded to her, and then asked, "Does the Holy Maiden know how to get to the Northern Plains from here? Is it by heading northwest?"
The saintess was surprised to hear this. She closed her white eyes slightly and said, "Yes, go northwest. You can go straight north after passing through Zhongzhou."
After saying this, she turned and left with the people of the North, her slender figure walking slowly through the woods, bowing every ten steps, devout and quiet.
Xie Kanhua stepped forward, looked at Gu Buhui, who was unaware of the truth, and naturally harbored no resentment. He simply looked up at the treetop and said, "Fellow Daoist Bai Fei, it's time to go."
Lin Feiran then came to her senses and looked down. Ru Xian was sitting high on the treetop. When she saw her looking down, she got up and fell down like a fluttering feather.
He glanced at Lin Feiran's expression before saying, "Let's go."
The four continued their journey together, but Gu Buhui intentionally distanced himself from the other three and stopped speaking. He simply played with the mustard seed bag in his hand, and the long sword hanging on his body jingled, reflecting several spots of light.
Spring City is surrounded by a rushing river, with a stone bridge spanning it. Many people are resting on the bridge, and in front of the bridge are carriage attendants who raise celestial horses and flying beasts. They are soliciting customers. Those who do not wish to enter the city and want to turn back can take a carriage to leave.
As the four walked to the bridgehead, Xie Kanhua hadn't even stopped for a moment when a young man and woman dressed in yellow stepped forward, clearly recognizing him, and grabbed him.
"Uncle-Master, you've finally arrived! We were worried you'd get lost again and miss the Flying Flower Festival!"
Xie Kanhua, holding his pipa, looked at his disciples and suddenly became introverted. He stood beside Ru Xian, expressionless, and waved his hand as if shooing away cats and dogs: "You go first, I will go in with a few friends."
A young girl's eyes widened, seemingly disbelieving the word "friend," but when she saw Ru Xian, her eyes lit up with undisguised amazement: "Uncle-Master, this friend is quite good... No, all the priests are here now, only you and Lord Murong are missing, you must hurry and take your seats!"
After saying that, they didn't give Xie Kanhua a chance to refuse. One of them took away his pipa, while the other apologized to Lin Feiran and the others, saying, "There are urgent matters. We'll take our martial uncle into the city first. You can seek trouble with him later!"
When the pipa was taken away, Xie Kanhua became anxious without any expression. He turned around and nodded apologetically to Lin Feiran and the others, then turned and ran after them, looking as if his lover had been stolen away.
Gu Buhui watched with a smile, ignoring the silence from before, and raised her hand to signal him. After the person had gone far away, she stopped in front of a celestial horse.
He asked, "What's the price to Zhongzhou?"
The carriage attendant replied enthusiastically, "Immortal Master, the journey to Zhongzhou only costs this much. Although it's a bit expensive, everyone travels on foot these days, and heavenly horses are few and far between. If you miss this opportunity, you'll miss out!"
Gu Buhui feigned reluctance and laughed, "I'm not an immortal, I'm just a mortal. How about a discount?"
After discussing for a long time, the two finally settled on a price. Lin Feiran just watched quietly from the side. Finally, she spoke, her tone firm: "You are going to Beiyuan."
Gu Buhui nodded in agreement: "Yes, I've lived most of my life and rarely seen snow. I'll go to the Northern Plains to broaden my horizons!"
Lin Feiran stepped forward again: "Is that all? If you really think that chivalry is nothing, then why did you go to Beiyuan?"
Gu Buhui turned to look at her, raised her hand to remove the curtain, revealing her smiling face. The makeup on her face had slightly faded, and the unhealable scars were faintly visible.
"Because I want to go."
His face was suddenly exposed to the sunlight, and he couldn't help but squint: "Little sister, why are you suddenly asking me about chivalry? What, do you also want to become a chivalrous person?"
Lin Feiran gripped the disciple's sword tightly: "A hero doesn't necessarily have to be a human hero."
Gu Buhui's gaze deepened, and he placed his hand on the hilt of one of the swords: "But you don't even know what a hero is."
"You ask me what a hero is, what answer do you want from me? Is a hero someone who helps the weak and punishes the strong, breaks the law with force, and serves the country and its people? What is strength and weakness, and what are the prohibitions? The debate over strength and weakness in the world has been going on for a long time and there is still no conclusion. How can you, as an individual, make a judgment?"
Your sword is spotless, so you've likely never killed anyone. But if one day you were to kill someone weaker than yourself, wouldn't that be considered bullying the weak? If one day you choose self-interest over righteousness, wouldn't you become a villain who believes in "every man for himself"? If one day you were facing the entire world, would you be good or evil?
Lin Feiran stared at him intently: "...Are you asking me, or are you asking yourself?"
If you're asking me, I've already shown you through my own actions that being a knight-errant is nothing.
He lowered his hands and drew the long sword from his waist. The blade gleamed, but it was also stained with blood, with mottled bloodstains on it, exuding a solemn aura.
"The first step to becoming a hero is to kill. The way of the hero has no fame, no pleasure. Helping the weak and punishing the strong, breaking the law with martial arts, are all things that are easy to say but too heavy to bear easily. However, if you have to take action, you have to draw your sword."
Do you know why the ancient sage said, "Having accomplished the deed, he dusts off his clothes and departs, concealing his person and name"? Because this is destined to be a path filled with slaughter, heaviness, and loneliness, a path where you are alone, yet corpses litter the ground, and cries of agony never cease.
With a clang, the longsword returned to its sheath.
Gu Buhui looked at her: "Drawing my sword, I would leave corpses for miles around; though I die nine times, I would not regret it. You are a thoughtful person, so I am willing to tell you that chivalry is nothing."
Young person, don't limit yourself with a single word. The further you go, the more you need to learn to forget. Forget the greater good, forget fear, forget boundaries. The only thing you need to remember is yourself.
Lin Feiran stood there stunned, her gaze complex.
Gu Buhui's expression changed, and he reverted to his carefree martial artist self: "I originally just came to Chuncheng to join in the fun, but now I tell myself that I should go to Beiyuan, so I'm leaving. Little sister, what's your name? If we meet again someday, I'll return this bag of food to you."
She looked up and said, word by word, "My name is Lin Feiran."
Gu Buhui smiled and said, "What a nice name. Let's get to know each other formally. My name is Gu Buhui."
He stepped onto the heavenly carriage bound for Zhongzhou, smiled and waved to her, casually swatting away the mosquitoes beside him: "Let's go into the city. If fate allows, perhaps we'll meet again in the Northern Plains!"
The Heavenly Horse Carriage needs to gather seven people before it can depart, and with Gu Buhui added, that's just enough.
The attendant stepped onto the carriage shaft, pulled the reins, and with a neigh, the heavenly horse took off, its wings flapping, the swirling currents ruffling Lin Feiran's clothes.
Today the sky is clear and cloudless, with an endless expanse of azure blue. Some people rush into the city, while others leave by car; coming and going, it is a scene of all kinds of life.
Kunming, the city that never sleeps.
Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves approached, growing ever closer. The surrounding people hurriedly retreated, and an uproar arose.
Lin Feiran glanced to the side and saw a group of spirited cavalry galloping out of the dense forest in the northwest, raising clouds of dust. The cavalry were all disciples of the Daohe Palace, dressed in blue robes and carrying swords.
The leader had striking features, his gaze slightly narrowed, and he possessed an icy, snow-like demeanor. He held the reins, leaned slightly forward, revealing a snow-white longsword behind him.
As they approached the bridge, he raised his left hand to signal the cavalry to stop, and with his right hand, he pulled the horses back abruptly by the reins. The horses reared up and neighed, and a cool breeze blew into his sleeves, causing them to billow and obscure a small part of the sky.
The horse's hoof landed, stepping right next to Lin Feiran.
So she looked up and happened to meet the gaze of Wei Changzai on horseback. His dark eyes were calm and still, as cold and indifferent as ever, as he quietly looked down at her.
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