Forty-nine Who is coming?
Although Lu Yinche had already classified Yan Yanshu as one of his own people, the jokes he made when talking to Yan Yanshu before were just casual remarks and could only be put aside. Overall, he was obviously restraining his emotions, at least he was not too indulgent towards this apparent Sword Saint supervisor.
But this sentence, although it does not have any explicit meaning, is different.
It's a sense of distance.
Yan Yanshu could clearly sense the difference.
The sense of distance that Lu Yinche had always maintained with him due to his memory loss disappeared.
He felt his heartbeat quicken.
What did that mean? Did it mean his A-Che was back? No, his A-Che had been back a long time ago. It meant that his A-Che had remembered, remembered their past, remembered the feelings between them.
He was expectant and terrified.
Lu Yinche has always been in an absolute superior position in this relationship and has the ability to easily control Yan Yanshu's emotions.
Although Lu Yinche himself did not think so, he even said several times that Yan Yanshu's expressions became less and less as he grew older. It was really because he did not learn the good things. He learned all the shortcomings of sword cultivation and even reached new heights.
But that's the fact. Yan Yanshu's heart has always been beating for Lu Yinche, since the first day he met him.
However, he also knew that he was not the number one in Lu Yinche's world.
Lu Yinche's heart held the world, morality, friends, and countless other great things. Of course, Yan Yanshu was also in his heart, perhaps even occupying a larger share than others, but that wasn't the only thing, nor was it the majority. So many things came before him that, in Yan Yanshu's memory, those years spent in the sea of flowers seemed stolen from someone else.
Indeed, it was a period of time unknown to heaven and hidden from the public eye.
Lu Yinche could leave at any moment, walk back to his own path from the intersection of their two destinies, to accomplish something, to abandon him.
He always knew this.
So he felt fear. Fear of slipping back into old patterns.
He was scared.
He was afraid of that sword, afraid of Lu Yinche smiling and telling him to swing that sword, afraid of his back, afraid that he would choose to abandon him again, like he had done many times before.
This fear had persisted for so long that, to this day, he couldn't even grasp the Qianyuan Sword, the weapon that had wounded his beloved. A dignified swordsman fearing his own sword—how ridiculous. Yet, he had also willingly accepted this fear. Every moment with Lu Yinche was a precious memory, one he dared not forget.
Yan Yanshu took a deep breath, finished his third circle around the lotus pond, and then knocked on the door.
Lu Yinche was standing behind the door, arms folded, smiling at him: "What are you dawdling about? I could hear you pacing in the room. Did you come to Qichuan to practice your body movements? You can't use the naming method of your Chengxiao Sect. You have to write it down in a certain way. It has to be Lu Yanshu Body Movement."
Yan Yanshu didn't explain. He first looked him up and down to make sure he was okay. Then his soul wanted to drill into Lu Yinche's sea of consciousness.
Lu Yinche stopped the action with his hand: "What are you doing? You are not allowed to indulge in lust in broad daylight when there are younger people around."
"I'm not—"
Lu Yinche loved to take his words out of context and make arbitrary decisions at this time. He did not give him the slightest chance to explain. Instead, he tortured him and asked, "What happened that made me call you back? When I woke up and didn't see you, I thought you regretted it."
Yan Yanshu didn't really want to answer the first half of the question, so he focused on the second half: "What do I regret?"
Lu Yinche stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped Yan Yanshu's lips.
The latter didn't hide. He froze in place, as if he were under a restraining spell. Only his lips, which had just been touched, stood firm against the burning and numb feeling. "I didn't. You, you remember?"
Lu Yinche turned around to look at Lu Denghe, who was almost eavesdropping with his ears perked up, and coughed: "Not much, we'll talk later."
Yan Yanshu nodded obediently.
Tsk, so selectively being obedient. Lu Yinche glanced at him and pulled him towards the room where he had been lying before.
Before they could take a few steps, a noisy commotion arrived. It was a group of people, coming from both sides of the fork in the road.
On one side was clearly the road leading to the center of the ancestral land. Coming were Clan Leader Lu and his men, along with that foolish Third Young Master Wei from earlier. They were aggressive and clearly looking for trouble. Lu Yinche was puzzled by why people always had a penchant for being aggressive and humiliating. Well, it wasn't that he didn't understand, but he was a little concerned about someone's inability to judge whether they would be slapped in the face. Unless Third Young Master Wei was the type who enjoyed being slapped.
Well, which room does Lu Denghe live in? I’ll have to collect all his storybooks later.
As for the other end of the fork in the road, Lu Yinche vaguely remembered that Dongfang Yu had gone that way before. The girl had probably come to avoid being seen, and she certainly didn't say goodbye when she left. There were only two people coming now. One was wrapped tightly, his face covered in layers of black cloth, leaving only his eyes visible. He looked to be a tall, thin man, with something wrapped in a thin, black cloth around his waist.
The other is Dongfang Yu who left and returned.
The moment Yan Yanshu saw them, he stood in front of Lu Yinche.
"Do you know him?" he asked in a low voice.
Yan Yanshu didn't answer, his eyes were extremely alert. Could this person, who made him so nervous, be some extraordinary hermit?
Lu Yinche pondered whether he should say hello to these people before leaving. If he walked too fast with Yan Yanshu, would it look like a couple eloping? No, they were a legitimate couple, witnessed by the Heavenly Dao.
Even if humans were created in broad daylight, as long as they could be created, it would be natural and right.
The first to state his intentions was Young Master Wei. He shouted, his voice nearly breaking: "If you, the Lu family, don't hand him over today to make amends, don't even think about having a peaceful ending!"
Looking for me? Lu Yinche was bewildered. Was he really looking for a fight? Didn't anyone tell him how to write the three characters "Lu Yinche"? If his name really had lost its deterrent power, he would be really sad.
Yan Yanshu gently held Lu Yinche's right hand: "Don't be afraid."
"Why would I be afraid of him?" Lu Yinche just found it funny. He nodded at the thugs behind Wei Sanshao. There was a powerful master in the Palm Realm who looked to be at the end of his lifespan and had no hope of breaking through. There were also two younger Yuanyings. "Don't you have me? Hey, I feel like I'm losing out if I let you deal with them. You should at least pay us some tuition."
"You have the final say." Yan Yanshu was very cooperative.
However, Lu Yinche's income-generating plan had no real chance of success. Behind him, Lu Denglian's door was still open. Lu Denghe hesitated whether to follow the ancestor, but he felt that the space between the ancestor and the sword saint was not a place for a young man like him, who was "bright-eyed and clear-minded," to interfere. He immediately saw the person outside and called out to his brother.
The Third Young Master Wei was only a few steps away when he heard someone beside him say that this was the residence of the current eldest young master of the Lu family. He spotted Lu Denglian in a wheelchair and asked, "How dare you allow a cripple to marry into our Wei family?"
Didn't the Wei family cancel the engagement? Why were they still making trouble? If they had brought it up earlier, they might have had some reason.
Lu Yinche stopped for a moment.
For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on Young Master Wei.
Dongfang Yu's gaze was particularly hostile. She took two steps forward, leaving the masked man behind. Lu Yinche focused on this unknown person. Was he from their sect, the Hidden Moon Sect? All Lu Yinche could see were those eyes, which looked very unfamiliar.
Young Master Wei pointed at Lu Denglian and shouted viciously, "This cripple! He's missing two of his three legs, and we don't even know if the remaining one is usable! How dare you try to get close to our Wei family?"
Dongfang Yu was not polite with him. He raised his hand and stabbed the rope dart into the ground behind Wei Sanshao: "Keep your mouth clean for me!"
Young Master Wei, who was used to being the king of Qichuan and had brought his own thugs with him, ignored the man's Jindan cultivation level. However, he still knew to be on guard against the masked man next to him who was silent and whose cultivation level could not be seen. He only asked, "Who are you?"
"The cripple you are talking about is my fiancé." Dongfang Yu said coldly.
Not far away, Lu Denglian was being pushed over by her brother, looking anxious: "Ayu..."
Young Master Wei laughed angrily, "What? Someone's still vying for this cripple? Since he's married into our Wei family, he still dares to discuss marriage with someone else. What do you think of our Wei family? Are you just a sucker?"
"That's not true," said an elder from the Lu clan, someone Lu Yinche didn't recognize. "Although the Wei family exchanged engagement letters with us several years ago, expressing their intention to get engaged, they haven't shown any interest in moving forward since the agreed date. Our visits have been met with nothing but rebuffs. Besides, Young Master Wei came here today to cancel the engagement, even though we originally intended to honor it."
Young Master Wei pointed at Dongfang Yu and roared, "How can I trust you when a grown man like you is standing here? You must have been thinking of finding a way out for yourselves!"
If we really want to talk about a way out, then of course the Wei family, who were engaged to the Yang family, are more shameless. It's just that Dongfang Yu's presence here makes things a little unclear. Moreover, from what Lu Yinche said, according to Lu Denglian, he still has feelings for this girl. The Wei family broke off the engagement, but they were caught in the dilemma of repaying the favor of saving their lives.
But what is the point of being able to clearly understand the cause of love?
If you love him, you simply love him. Why bother to distinguish whether it's because of his distinguished family background, his elegant demeanor, or the bowl of soup he offers you? If the bowl breaks or the soup spills, can you easily say you no longer love him?
Lu Yinche coughed. "Young Master Wei, why are you here again? I thought you came to see me."
"It's you?" Young Master Wei's eyes widened. "How dare you say that! Where did you come from, you liar? I just asked, and there's no one of your generation in the Lu family anymore. How dare you come here to cheat me!"
Clan leader Lu, who was standing behind him on the left, frowned as if he couldn't bear to watch and turned his head away. Elder Lu, who was traveling with him, was confused and didn't know what was going on. Lu Denghe, facing Young Master Wei, was struggling to control the expression on his face.
"Why are you winking at me?" Young Master Wei glared at Lu Denghe.
He glanced angrily at the people in front of him: a lame man sitting in a wheelchair, fortunately the Wei family had foresight and joined the Yang family early on; a Jindan female cultivator who had an unclear relationship with the lame man, with her companion standing next to her, and it was impossible to tell the level of her cultivation; the old fox Patriarch Lu who only knew how to practice Tai Chi, and his followers, were all paupers; the trouble-making Lu Denghe, a good-for-nothing; and a liar named "Lu Yinche", who was probably Luan Chong, who was brought out from some mansion by Lu Denghe and raised in his own house - he was not afraid that his father would break his legs, and he said that the Lu family's ancestral precepts were strict, but it was just like this.
besides.
He squinted his eyes and saw Yan Yanshu who was clearly in a protective posture.
This man had an immortal bearing and was handsome, but he wasn't the Third Young Master's cup of tea. He was cold and hard. His features looked familiar, but his clothing wasn't particularly striking. He didn't look like the aristocratic children he'd met before; he was probably a casual cultivator. It wasn't surprising that his cultivation was higher than his own. He hadn't come alone; his family had sent someone to protect him.
Lu Denghe didn't know what this person was thinking, otherwise he would have to curse this fool while apologizing to the ancestor.
Young Master Wei was staring at Yan Yanshu intently.
Lu Yinche also noticed how this man had forgotten his previous accusations when he saw Yan Yanshu. He froze in his tracks and said with a smile, "Why? Are you attracted to this beauty again? She won't call you husband, she'll only call me, right?"
Yan Yanshu looked at him helplessly and did not answer.
Young Master Wei looked at Lu Yinche, then at Yan Yanshu: "Who are you?"
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