Chapter 45 Yin Yang Dream: She's actually a lewd person?! ...
Don't sleep tonight.
One sentence left Lin Feiran silent for a long time. She even pinched her own arm with real force, and the pain lingered for a long time.
It turns out this really wasn't a dream.
Lin Feiran, who was always calm and composed, asked after realizing that the person in front of her was indeed real, "Why? Why aren't you sleeping at night? Do you have something else to do?"
Now it was Ru Xian's turn to fall silent.
The Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish is originally used in the art of communication to connect minds. Perhaps it was because the two Yin-Yang fish were injured and influenced each other that their dreams merged.
If he can dream about Lin Feiran's past, wouldn't she be able to as well?
Just thinking about this possibility, Ru Xian couldn't wait a moment longer and immediately rushed to her palace to wake her up.
He couldn't even be sure what Lin Feiran had dreamed about, dared not speak frankly, or was he truly clueless.
But his past must never be known to anyone.
As if her eyes were dark and deep, she knelt on the edge of the bed with her right knee, and surprisingly, she moved closer to him, taking the initiative to close the distance. In an instant, the fragrance of plum blossoms filled the room, so strong and intense that one could even smell a sharp and piercing scent.
Lin Feiran wasn't completely stunned, but she was still extremely surprised. She suddenly began to doubt whether she was dreaming.
The room was dark, relying entirely on the moonlight. Suddenly, a strange golden-red light shone from the depths of his blue eyes. In an instant, it seemed as if countless pairs of white compound eyes appeared behind him, blooming like brocade flowers, and extremely resembling the posture of a peacock spreading its tail feathers.
This is a secret technique unique to the peacock clan.
The moment Lin Feiran saw him, the clear light in his eyes dimmed, his astonishment faded, and he just stared at him blankly.
He parted his thin lips slightly, his pale lips parted a little: "Lin Feiran, tell me, what did you dream about just now?"
Lin Feiran replied, slightly dazed, "I wasn't dreaming."
"really?"
"really."
Ru Xian frowned slightly, feeling puzzled. This fish couldn't possibly only affect him, but she was under a secret spell, so she couldn't possibly lie. Could it be that she hadn't dreamt of it yet?
But he wasn't entirely sure when she was dreaming, so it seemed he had to send a message immediately to find out the strange phenomenon of the yin-yang fish.
Just as he was about to get up, he seemed to remember something, looked over again, and asked bluntly, "You really don't remember when we met back then?"
Lin Feiran nodded honestly: "I don't remember, I've never seen you before."
Ru Xian remained silent for a moment, then spoke for the third time tonight, asking, "Snowy night, immortals, pursuit, life-or-death crisis—you remember none of it?"
Even if a child's memory is shallow, and even if she doesn't care about his appearance, she shouldn't have no recollection of such a thrilling event as being chased.
Lin Feiran shook his head vigorously: "Never heard of it."
"..."
As Ru Xian looked down, even though the two had a prior agreement, it was only about removing the curse from her spiritual veins. As for anything else, it was actually none of his business, as he was not one to meddle in other people's affairs.
Ru Xian pursed his lips, and after a moment, he raised his hand, but Lin Feiran suddenly grabbed it halfway up. She held his hand blankly, and after a moment of silence, she called out "Mother".
Even though those who have been affected by the secret techniques of another race are controlled, they still retain some of their own consciousness. He didn't know what she was seeing at that moment, but he could see that her usually resolute and stubborn eyes were filled with tears.
It was as if the grievances accumulated over many years had finally found an outlet.
"..."
Although he disliked physical contact with people, he restrained himself at this moment, letting her hold his right hand. At the same time, he still raised his left hand and slowly placed it on her forehead.
This was not an attempt to comfort, but rather to probe.
Human memories may fade, but they will never disappear; there must be something fishy going on in her mind.
A cold palm touched her forehead, and strands of golden light flowed into it, gently lifting her hair. She sighed softly and closed her eyes.
Who would have thought that he came here tonight just to prevent her from dreaming, but now he's doing all this?
Strands of golden light flowed into her unguarded sea of consciousness. After sinking for a few breaths, it seemed to encounter some kind of obstacle. It was a very shallow seal, yet powerful enough that even he could not penetrate it. However, if he were to attack it forcefully, it would certainly harm her.
Ru Xian withdrew her hand, then lowered her eyes to examine the situation. Who wanted to seal her memories? And why?
"So young, yet so many mysteries surrounding him. Could he really be a piece of immortal flesh?"
As he spoke, he tried to pull his hand away, but Lin Feiran's grip was strong and he couldn't break free for a moment.
"Tsk."
He bent down again, and the light from the compound eyes of the feathers behind him deepened. Lin Feiran slowly released his hand.
Ru Xian raised her hand and looked at it for a moment. She almost laughed in anger. Her fair palm and the back of her hand were covered with red marks from being pinched, which showed how much force she had used.
He shook his hand, and the illusion of feathers behind him dissipated. Lin Feiran gradually came to her senses. She was unaware of anything, but felt a little lost in her heart and her eyes were a little sore. When she reached out to wipe them, she found them were wet.
What happened?
"Awake?" Ru Xian stood beside him with her arms crossed, her gold and white robes shimmering faintly in the moonlight.
Lin Feiran turned to look at him, and after a moment remembered that he had woken her from her sleep: "Master, you said that I can't sleep tonight, is there something you want me to do?"
Ru Xian crossed her arms and looked at her, uttering a chilling remark: "It's nothing, I just had trouble sleeping at night and on a whim, I just wanted to chat with someone."
If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely vent their anger on the other party at this moment, or at least they would. But Lin Feiran just watched him quietly for a while.
"Sure, what would you like to talk about?"
As she spoke, she got up from the bed and put on her outer robe.
A strange glint flashed in Ru Xian's eyes, and the displeasure from being pinched earlier vanished instantly: "Aren't you angry? It's the middle of the night."
Lin Feiran lit the star lamp, set up a small table, and said softly, "I need to catch up on sleep during the day and can't go out. At night, I can only sit alone until dawn. If it were me, I would probably find someone to chat with to pass the long night."
She naturally sat down on the long couch and invited him to sit with her.
Ru Xian was somewhat stunned. The knot in her heart caused by the mutual dream matter had simply melted away, and she even felt a little incredulous.
He couldn't help but wonder, how did someone as extraordinary as Lin Feiran come to be?
Despite her inner resistance, her legs had already stepped onto the long couch, and she sat down cross-legged.
The two stared at each other silently, neither uttering a word. A profound stillness filled the air, and for a moment neither looked away nor spoke.
A few breaths later, Lin Feiran asked, "Lord, didn't you want to talk about something?"
His snow-white eyelashes lowered, and his gaze swept across the small table in front of him. On the table were several booklets and cleaned brushes and ink.
He raised his eyes and said, "That was just now. Now I want to do something else. Regarding the Yin-Yang fish, I want to write a letter, and you can write it for me."
Lin Feiran paused only slightly after such a change of heart, then nodded. She was about to pick up the ink when Ru Xian stopped her.
He moved his wrist, and the stick leaped out from between them. It understood perfectly and transformed into a little fox, which stretched out its paw to lift the ink stick, and skillfully dipped its tail in water before placing it on the inkstone to slowly grind the ink.
Looking at the stocked goods, she always felt a sense of vicissitude, as if her child had not yet grown up but had to shoulder heavy responsibilities at home.
The man was clearly very experienced, and the ink he ground was extremely fine. Lin Feiran took out a piece of letter paper, dipped his brush in it, and looked at Ru Xian, waiting for him to read the contents of the letter.
Unlike Lin Feiran, Ru Xian could never sit up straight. At this moment, he was leaning against the table, propping his chin up, looking down at the paper, speaking frankly.
"Fisherman, send me all the information about the Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish within three days."
Lin Feiran paused slightly as she was about to put down her pen, then looked up and asked, "Your Excellency, is he really your friend?"
Ru Xian thought she was referring to the person's name and explained, "Although he is called Fisherman, he is about the same age as me. He just loves to bait the spot for fishing, so he gave himself this nickname. He is indeed my friend, not an elder."
Lin Feiran wanted to say that he had misunderstood her meaning, but since she had already figured out the answer, she remained silent.
She hesitated for a moment, then said in a clear voice, "Your Majesty, I don't think it's appropriate to write it this way. You haven't seen him for a long time, yet you can find out about him with just a letter. They must be very close friends."
Good friends are precious, and true confidants are even rarer. Your writing style may hurt people's feelings.
People often subconsciously ignore the feelings of those close to them, yet treat strangers with a smile, assuming that because they are close enough, they won't care too much, and because they are close enough, they must tolerate everything.
She always felt that if one could care for strangers, one should show even more care for those close to them.
If she had such a friend, she would surely cherish him.
Ru Xian understood her unspoken meaning. She looked at him intently and said, "Little hero, if I write to him alone, it means that he can also write to me alone if he needs anything. I will definitely accept it. Friendships should be reciprocal."
However, what you said is also correct, so you may choose how to phrase it.
“Reciprocity?” Lin Feiran murmured to himself, subconsciously tapping his chin with the tip of his pen. After a moment, he began to write. “Since it is a correspondence, one should usually write the heading first.”
After saying that, she wrote down on the paper word by word: My dear friend, the fisherman, it has been many years since we last met. I hope you are well.
Her calligraphy is upright and bold, with its own unique style. Each stroke ends with a distinctive edge, without any affectation. Indeed, her calligraphy reflects her personality.
But Ru Xian couldn't help but look away and chuckle softly.
Lin Feiran looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Ru Xian quipped, "You make perfect sense, but some people have never written this kind of letter at all. Otherwise, why would they use the phrase 'generally should'? And why write it so formally, like a little old-fashioned person?"
Lin Feiran stared straight at him, then suddenly looked away and continued writing, unusually retorting, "You made me write this. Whether you use it or not is up to you."
Ru Xian's smile faltered slightly. He didn't know Lin Feiran's past, so he didn't know why she was unhappy, but he could tell. This was the first time he had ever seen such an expression on Lin Feiran's face.
He tilted his head slightly to look at her, a hint of a smile flashing in his shimmering eyes. He hadn't expected her to be so good at fighting, and also so skilled at witty retorts.
"I have known the old fisherman for many years and we are kindred spirits. It has indeed been a long time since we last met. But it is precisely because we are kindred spirits that we cannot tolerate being together. When we meet, we are uncomfortable with each other. Separation, on the contrary, has made us close friends."
Just write whatever you want. He and I are similar in temperament, and he will definitely like your letter.
Moreover, he enjoys solitude yet also loves to communicate through letters; he has friends all over the world, so you might even become pen pals with him.
Lin Feiran paused slightly before looking up at him.
Ru Xian said indifferently, "Some things, once done the first time, can be done a second and a third time. If you correspond with the old fisherman, you will probably do it ten or a hundred times. As long as you start now, what happened in the past is insignificant."
Lin Feiran remained silent for a moment before finishing writing the letter.
Seeing her focused and earnest expression, Ru Xian began his first time as well.
When he first looked into Lin Feiran's inner room, he saw that his robes were stored in cabinets, the items on the table were neatly arranged, the books in the cabinets were stacked horizontally, and a wooden sword hung behind the door. Everything was extremely simple and orderly, unlike his own room, which was filled with extravagance.
"It's finished," Lin Feiran finally said.
Ru Xian reached out and took it. Her originally straight eyebrows gradually curved after reading it. It was unclear what she was appreciating. She read it repeatedly several times before folding it into a messenger butterfly and releasing it to the shores of the East China Sea.
He turned to look at Lin Feiran. Although he couldn't let her sleep tonight, it was an unexpected disaster. Since he had already asked her to stay with him all night, how could he let her worry about everything?
So he glanced at the still-obsessed woman grinding ink, took the ink brush from her hand, dipped it in the ink, and began to draw on the paper. In between strokes, he also took out a few pure-skinned spirit tree walnuts and placed them on the table.
Lin Feiran was still puzzled, but then he heard him say, "You have good strength; it would be a shame not to use it to crush walnuts."
She knew this person was mocking her, but for some reason, seeing the few red marks on the back of his hand as he held the pen, a strange thought flashed through her mind.
Could these marks be related to me?
Lin Feiran felt that if she continued to think about it, it would be disrespectful to Ru Xian's unfounded speculation, so she gathered her thoughts and started cracking walnuts.
The artist's brushwork is excellent, combining meticulous detail with freehand style, and possesses a unique authenticity. In the time it takes to crush five walnuts, three jade stones leap onto the paper.
Without needing much embellishment, Lin Feiran recognized him at a glance.
The two on the left are a small jade pendant she always wore around her neck and a piece of jade that fell from the Taoist boy's body on the day she first arrived in the demon realm, but which she quietly picked up.
The one on the right was a jade pendant the size of a palm. It looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.
Lin Feiran asked with his eyes, but Ru Xian picked up a few kernels and slowly ate them.
"There are many cultivation methods in the world. Besides entering the Dao through martial arts, cultivating the mind and cultivating the body, there are also the ways of weapon crafting, beast taming, and array formation. However, the latter requires extremely unique talent to reach great heights, so there are not many people who practice them."
The finest jade has always been known as "spiritual jade," possessing a natural spiritual essence, making it an excellent material for refining artifacts or inscribing formations.
“These three jade stones on the paper are the best products obtained by combining weapon crafting and formation. The one on the left is currently around your neck, the one in the middle belonged to the Daoist boy I killed that day, and as for the one on the right…” He paused for a moment, ultimately not mentioning the matter of mutual dreams, “it should be from the same person as yours.”
Lin Feiran suddenly looked up. The jade pendant that could change shape was a gift from her mother, but she couldn't be sure if she had made it herself.
She didn't press him about where he had seen the third jade pendant, only asking, "How did you identify them? All three were made by the same person?"
Ru Xian shook his head: "The art of weapon crafting is extremely mysterious. In addition, everyone has different habits, so every weapon crafter will inevitably leave the same traces when making a weapon."
Lin Feiran did as instructed, leaning slightly forward as if on a hailstone, her fingertip touching the crack in the jade pendant: "Here, do you see? The artifacts made by this weapon refiner all have a few barely perceptible water spots on their surface. If you don't look closely, you might mistake them for the natural color of spirit jade."
“Your jade pendant, like the jade plaque on the right, has a clear and shallow surface with water spots. However, the one left by the Taoist boy, although it also has some spots, is very poorly made. If I’m not mistaken, it’s a fake.”
Ru Xian had seen her quietly take away the Daoist boy's jade stone long ago, and had also heard Xun Feifei mention that she had been secretly investigating something. She didn't understand it before, but after dreaming about her past tonight, she understood somewhat.
These jade stones are probably related to her parents.
However, this is all he can deduce for now. Having been away from home for a long time, he knows little about the weapon refiners and influential figures outside the realm, and he doesn't care much about them either, as he always has more pressing matters to attend to.
Seeing that her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were frantically thinking about something again, Ru Xian pressed her slightly raised tongue back down.
There are many mysteries surrounding her, her life has been full of hardships, she is plagued by illnesses, and what exactly happened on the day she entered the Sword Realm before obtaining the Iron Khitan Book is unknown to him, but it must not have been an easy task. The Iron Khitan Book is easy to obtain, but the process must have been difficult.
Compared to the present situation, the seal in her mind is the least important one, since there is no solution yet, so it's better to tell her about it later.
As he suspected, Lin Feiran was indeed thinking frantically, because she had also seen the same mark on the Jade Token of the Human Emperor Clan.
How did they end up on the jade token specially made by the Human Emperor's family? What is the relationship between these jade tokens and her mother?
Lin Feiran's thoughts were in disarray, and he was no longer sleepy. In front of Ru Xian, he took out the Taoist boy's jade pendant and carefully compared the light patterns on the jade surface.
The two would exchange a few words occasionally, mostly Lin Feiran asking questions and Lin Feiran answering like hailstones. They sat facing each other like this all night, until the sunrise, when a bird flew in and fluttered its wings in the morning light.
A bamboo tube about the length of a finger was tied to its leg. When it fell into my hand, it shrank back to its normal size. Inside was the fisherman's reply.
The reply was extensive, spanning over ten pages. The first few pages contained playful banter, while the later pages addressed Lin Feiran's friendship, repeatedly interspersed with phrases like "caught a sixteen-pound black marlin." The last page contained only a few brief sentences.
"The reason why the Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish can communicate with each other is because they were originally born in the original owner's eyes. After forming a bond, they exchanged with each other and jumped into the other's eyes. If you want to heal, you only need to take back the original Yin-Yang fish to nourish it."
In other words, when the bond was formed, the white fish was born from Lin Feiran's eye and the black fish was born from Ru Xian's eye. They later leaped into each other's eyes. If they need to be healed, they only need to exchange and nurture each other for a few days.
So the two summoned the Yin-Yang fish and gently placed it into each other's eyes to nurture them.
After reading the reply several times and confirming that everything was alright, Ru Xian got up from his bed and casually picked out a calming incense pill and put it into the burner: "Some mysteries cannot be solved in a short time. It would be better to rest for a day."
Lin Feiran understood that although there was some progress, something was still missing. Thinking too much was useless; it was better to cultivate one's spirit.
After Ru Xian left with peace of mind, Lin Feiran lay back on the couch and soon fell into a deep sleep. A little while later, she frowned.
...
Lin Feiran doesn't dream often. The few times she does dream are only about her time in Sanqing Mountain. She almost never dreams about her childhood, let alone any bizarre dreams.
But today was different; she dreamed that she had become a tiny person, as short as a chopstick, running across the fields with her arms outstretched.
At the edge of the field stood a towering tree, or at least that's how it appeared to her. So she rushed towards it, and only when she reached its base did she realize that it was a tall sycamore tree.
The phoenix tree is said to be the tree where phoenixes perch, and through the gaps in the leaves, she also saw a few wisps of blue-green tail feathers, adorned with compound eyes, magnificent and noble.
Lin Feiran looked up and suddenly, a cave appeared at the base of the giant sycamore tree. She ran into it without hesitation, as if she knew it very well.
Inside the cave is a place comparable to a fairyland, with numerous lakes that shine like bright pearls, layered mountains floating in the air, shrouded in clouds and mist, and clear springs rushing down from the highest peaks, flowing into the green mountains below.
The cliffs rise one after another like ladders, with clear springs flowing in layers, finally cascading down like a waterfall at the last spot.
Lin Feiran was somewhat mesmerized by what she saw. Just as she was about to take a step forward, she suddenly felt something sticky under her feet. She looked down and saw that the surrounding soil had been soaked in something and was soft and difficult to walk on.
In an instant, the sky suddenly turned dark, and only the clear spring emitted a cold, flickering light in the night.
Not far away, a blazing fire lit up the sky, followed by a sweet and cloying fragrance.
Lin Feiran lifted her leg and ran towards the firelight. Before she got close, she heard a low, suppressed laugh.
As the figure drew closer, a raging fire, unlike anything she had ever seen before, burst forth in her eyes.
Flames soared into the sky, blazing fiercely. The embers rose and fell like a mournful, scorching rain, while the flames rising beneath them were extremely indignant, as if they wanted to lick the sky. The crimson light of the flames dyed the sycamore grove under the night sky and made the nearby spring boil.
Lin Feiran felt an intense heat that almost scorched his soul simply by standing still, and could not get any closer.
However, amidst the raging flames, one person stood alone, and that maniacal low laughter came from his mouth.
He gazed at all of this, laughing for an unknown amount of time, until finally his voice faded, and he walked barefoot across the flames, step by step, out of the firelight.
His flowing white hair was dyed the color of flames, and the rising flames chased and licked his robes. His golden-white clothes were first scorched yellow, then burned to golden red, and finally burned away piece by piece, revealing his jade-like skin underneath.
The gold rings on his wrists and legs shimmered with a cold light, all of them floating up before suddenly snapping back. He couldn't help but gasp for breath, then stroked them and hummed softly as he stepped out of the sea of fire.
Lin Feiran stared at the familiar face approaching, speechless for a moment. She couldn't understand why she would dream of such a scene.
As the hailstones drew ever closer and became ever more naked, she immediately covered her eyes with her hands. In a moment of terror, she snapped her eyes open and woke up from her dream.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his face still felt warm, as if from the firelight in his dream.
She was unaware of the Yin-Yang symbolism of dreaming together, and thought it was just her dream. So, a look of disbelief appeared on her usually calm face.
She actually had such a dream.
She's actually a lewd person?!
Unable to calm her emotions, Lin Feiran, who hadn't slept well to begin with, got up and practiced her sword in the courtyard all morning.
Author's Note: Lin Feiran looked at herself in the mirror: Ahhhhhh, you're not allowed to have wild dreams, wake up!
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