Five Dream Brides
Lu Denghe felt more at ease, if for no other reason than the delicious, fresh rabbit meat that was about to be eaten. Even if it was some kind of hallucination or dream, it was worth it to have a bite of it before his death.
Of course, it’s best to eat it alive.
The wild rabbit was specially prepared for Lu Denghe, a child who could not fast, but Lu Yinche declined the offer.
He said that when he was young, he was tired of these foods and had no interest in even the delicacies from land and sea. Lu Denghe was very curious about his past, but the old man thought it was too time-consuming to tell him stories.
"But that's all in the past. Things and people have changed," he said, picking up the gold buckle that Lu Denghe refused to wear. "I don't know where my friends are now, committing evil and dominating the world."
This is not a nice word, is it? How would you describe your friend like this?
Lu Denghe chuckled dryly, remembering the names the ancestor had mentioned before, and asked tentatively, "Are you talking about... Master Gong of Chenhua Valley?"
Lu Yinche didn't deny it, and said casually, "Gong Jin is right. When I was young, I often went to Chenhua Valley to... ahem, visit him, and help him take care of his younger siblings. And Ding Zhu took me to Chengxiao Sect to eat for free many times."
He shook his head, looking as if he couldn't bear to look back on the past.
He continued, "You said before that Yan Yanshu and I were a Taoist couple. Some people were stupid enough to believe this rumor, but no one came out to clarify it?"
Lu Denghe looked innocent, his mouth stuffed with rabbit meat, and mumbled, "Everyone says that in the streets and alleys, in teahouses and taverns..."
As for whether anyone has clarified?
The Sword Master himself had even declared in front of the Immortal Alliance that he would spare his partner's life. Who still questioned whether they were truly engaged? Wasn't this a classic love story of marriage first, love later, a heart-wrenching, haphazard, bittersweet romance?
Especially Lu Yinche's character is a playboy who flirts with women everywhere and has more ex-girlfriends than the version of the basic introductory sword manual.
Everyone loves to see the prodigal son change his ways.
Lu Yinche's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
He really wanted to point at his own face and say, "Me?"
But what's the point of explaining to this silly boy? He stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his robe, and said expressionlessly: "Okay, now that you're full, just stay by the fire. I'm going to sleep."
Lu Denghe: “……???”
He stared in amazement at his ancestor who had been practicing fasting for who knows how many years. He very naturally found a relatively flat stone, lay down with his back to the fire, and even adjusted himself into a posture that looked quite comfortable.
Isn't it true that those incredibly talented and powerful monks all meditate and practice day and night, focusing on life and death, and never wasting time sleeping?!
That book that was so popular in the cultivation world, "Five Hundred Years of Cultivation, Three Hundred Years of Tribulation—How the King of Scrolls Was Made," was truly a lie!!!
However, Lu Yinche's sleep was far from the restful and comfortable sleep Lu Denghe had imagined. Sleeping in the wilderness with his clothes on, the environment was certainly not comfortable.
Apart from his other merits, this man has never been as spoiled as the young masters of aristocratic families. He can fall asleep in places more desolate than this, such as ancient cemeteries and beast lairs.
What made him uncomfortable was that he had a dream.
Those who practice Taoism should not dream.
Because dreams originate from one’s mind and inner demons, they are of no benefit to spiritual practice.
Lu Yinche hadn't had a dream in many years, but now he was sure that he was in a dream.
It was a valley.
Lu Yinche didn't remember having been to such a place before. The scenery was quite nice, with a high waterfall and clear streams. There was a thatched hut on the side and a courtyard made of simple fences. There were more than a dozen flowers of different colors in the courtyard.
How could he have such a dream?
Thinking of this, he walked forward with his hands behind his back.
The door to the room was wide open, and no one was inside. The furnishings were very simple: a small wooden window, a white dress with silver trimmings hanging on a clothes hanger, and a bathtub with a towel underneath.
There was another table with several exquisitely crafted pen holders on it, and several paintings and calligraphy hung on the wall, seemingly from famous artists. Unfortunately, Lu Yinche was born with no affinity for elegance and didn't recognize any of them.
He saw a spread of rice paper on the table with a few words on it, so he walked over to take a look. It read: From Mingye himself.
This handwriting looks familiar, I have definitely seen it somewhere.
Lu Yinche raised an eyebrow, feeling strange. Mingye was the name of his sword, but he had always called himself that when he traveled abroad.
He was thinking when he heard a knock on the door. He turned around and saw no one there.
Could there be other living things in this dream? Lu Yinche casually folded the piece of rice paper, stuffed it into his sleeve, turned around and went out. The courtyard was as quiet as before, except for a figure beside the stream not far away.
It turned out to be a bride wearing a big red veil.
Lu Yinche immediately thought of the ghostly dream the boy had described, and found it rather absurd and amusing. He then strode towards the bride. As he got closer, he realized that this ghostly bride was taller than him.
Forget it, it’s a ghost, so it’s okay if it’s tall.
Lu Yinche suppressed the inexplicable sense of discomfiture in his heart and approached step by step.
The bride neither moved forward nor backward, but just stood there silently, with a calm posture, as if... she was waiting for him specially.
When the distance between them was only about five feet, the bride finally moved.
It raised its hand, which was originally hidden under the red wedding gown. The skin and flesh were intact, but the joints were distinct and the bones were thick, which was definitely not like a woman's hand. Then it faced Lu Yinche, took the initiative to lift its veil, revealed a gentle smile, and called out in a soft and deliberately low voice:
"Husband."
Landslides, tsunamis, dripping water wears away rocks, pissing and pissing—a bunch of confusing words raced through Lu Yinche's mind. For a moment, he didn't know what to curse first.
Holy crap!!!!!!!!!!
What the hell is this dream!
This is really weird! Holy shit!
The ghost bride's face, with its sword-like eyebrows slanting into her temples and its nose as high and straight as a carved stone, was a face whose masculine features couldn't be more obvious. There was no way he could have mistaken her. Who else but Yan Yanshu could look like this? But damn it, why on earth would he, Lu Yinche, dream of this Yan?
Moreover, is it scarier that the ghost bride has Yan Yanshu's face, or that Yan Yanshu smiles at him with a red veil on his head?
No... Yan Yanshu's face... could it actually be capable of "smiling"?! This old servant has something to say. The young master hasn't smiled in 20,000 years. So, how on earth did he see the word "gentle" in this murderous face?!
The way of heaven!
Where is the way of heaven?!
Is he dead?! Can someone please take care of him?
Is this a dream a human can have?
Even though he knew he was in a dream, Lu Yinche's instinctive reaction was faster than he thought - he turned around abruptly, spread his legs and ran for his life.
Are you kidding? Yan Yanshu called him husband? No, no, no, he must have heard it wrong. It was most likely "one more sword strike."
Even if, even if Yan Yanshu's face was good-looking... he would rather withstand a hundred or eighty thunderbolts than to have to prove in this terrifying dream that he was not the one below - there was no need to prove it! He was not!
He ran furiously, the wind whistling in his ears and the ground beneath his feet rapidly receding. After running more than a mile, he looked back and saw that the thatched cottage by the stream had shrunk to a small black dot at the end of his sight.
The "Bride Yan" in the dream did not come after me.
Lu Yinche stopped, holding his knees and breathing heavily, still feeling terrified. He rolled his eyes, then remembered that he was in a dream and pinched his arm hard.
Don’t sleep now!
…
Lu Denghe did not stay up all night. To be precise, he only stayed up for an hour before the old ancestor called him to go to bed with a sullen face.
He couldn't understand why the old ancestor's face became darker after sleeping for a while?
Could this be... the self-cultivation of a master? Without practice, I feel uncomfortable all over? Yes, that must be it!
There was no way Lu Yinche would tell Lu Denghe about that dream, especially the part where he fled.
He wanted to completely erase this part and never let anyone else know about it - of course, if he encountered such an absurd nightmare again, he would probably still run away.
But to be fair, he shouldn't be so afraid of Yan Yanshu, because in Lu Yinche's memory, the two of them were not familiar with each other at all.
Lu Yinche is not a sword cultivator. He is a well-versed person who knows a little bit about everything. It's just that he is most comfortable with sword and happened to get a good magic weapon.
Although he came from a prominent family like the Qichuan Lu, he was a direct descendant of the family but not the heir apparent. He grew up in a carefree environment, without even a proper master's inheritance. It was only later, through a chance encounter, that he became Xiaoyao Sanren's last disciple. Even so, the number of times he had met his master could probably be counted on one hand.
That Xiaoyao Sanren was extremely weird. He was an inexplicable master who should have ascended to heaven long ago. Therefore, Lu Yinche never believed that he could do such a thing as killing his master and stealing the treasure.
How could he kill someone? Should he kneel on the ground and beg his master to kill him?
It's not like he's brainless.
But Yan Yanshu is different. He is a serious swordsman, born with sword skills, and learned from a famous master.
This person had a somewhat turbulent childhood. He had an extraordinary birth and worked as a Buddhist for several years in Dongzhou. I am afraid that at an age when he could not even recognize all the characters in the scriptures, he became the most valuable bald man in the world.
Later, after many twists and turns, he was led to the northern border for training by the Sword Immortal, and his top-notch skills were honed through swordplay in the coldest place.
The two of them are different.
Even at the conference where many elites gathered, they were not on the same track - Lu Yinche was late.
As for the so-called life-saving grace, Lu Yinche had no memory of it at all. Moreover, he had formed a pact with Yan Yanshu, who had stabbed him and left him paralyzed.
Lu Yinche gritted his teeth as he searched through his memory while using a dry branch to stir the fire.
Someone had frightened him as a child, saying that playing with fire would make him wet his pants. The deep woods were still shrouded in a thick, inky darkness, and the foolish boy slept soundly. Even if he were caught and sold again, he probably wouldn't even notice.
He kept opening and closing the golden locket with the word "Yan", which was as satisfying as being repeatedly beheaded.
Lu Yinche examined it carefully and concluded that the lock, with its protruding latches on the back, might have been part of some ingenious mechanism. He wondered how it had ended up in this desolate mountain forest. As for the wedding procession Lu Denghe had dreamt of, he had found no evidence linking it to it.
Suddenly, Lu Yinche paused and looked up abruptly - he seemed to have realized something.
What's going on?
At that moment, he released his spiritual sense and used sword gestures to extinguish the campfire. His face was hidden in the gray, and he looked at the distance without any expression.
A string of orange lights, twinkling like stars, appeared at some unknown time and moved silently. A sedan chair, carried by four men, was hung with crimson curtains.
Lu Yinche covered Lu Denghe's mouth and nose with his hands, half-lifted him up, and whispered to wake him up: "Something is coming!"
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