Thirty-seven Mountain and Sea Market
Yan Yanshu can't eat spicy food.
Lu Yinche, who grew up in Nanjun, discovered a new piece of information and was determined to spread it throughout the Chengxiao Sect. It was sure to be a huge hit. If Yan Yanshu was willing, he could also give the source a share of the profits. Lu Yinche was a very generous person.
After emerging from the mermaids' place, Liu Dazhu was grabbed by Liu Yixia and forced to wash the pot. He summoned the waves to carry them up from the seabed—this was the only way to break through the mermaids' defenses. If it weren't for Liu Dazhu's mischief, Lu Yinche and his companions wouldn't have been able to fall all the way down from the sea. Liu Dazhu felt aggrieved, saying that with no one home and only him and Liu Yixia, the play couldn't even begin.
Lu Yinche couldn't sympathize with the card player, so he gave him a bad idea: "Why don't you find a partner?"
Yan Yanshu tugged at his sleeve.
Liu Dazhu said, "Like this? Will he fight? Are you sure about your relationship with him? Why don't you leave him to me?"
"OK……"
Yan Yanshu said coldly: "Let's go."
Lu Yinche couldn't help laughing: "He's so precious, you don't know how I got to know him..." Before he finished speaking, seeing that Yan Yanshu really turned around and left, he quickly interrupted him: "Let's talk later, let's talk later."
A huge wave swirled them. The water-repellent bead in Yan Yanshu's hand was of excellent quality; not a single drop of water soaked the corner of his clothes. He was as steady and reliable as the bead itself. The aura of the formation spread outward from them, and the space around them shifted. In about an incense stick's time, they emerged from the sea and reached the shore.
The previous wind and rain had long since stopped, the sky was clear and the sea was vast.
Yan Yanshu put away the water-repellent beads, looked around, and still said nothing.
Lu Yinche thought he was angry about what happened just now.
However, Yan Yanshu's pace was neither fast nor slow, enough for Lu Yinche to catch up, and he only left him with his back.
Lu Yinche had never interacted with him like this before, and he didn't expect the Sword Saint to have such a bad temper. He quickly followed behind and said, "Hey, it was just a joke. You're not mine, how can I give it to him?"
Yan Yanshu turned around, without saying a word, but his eyes were full of condemnation.
Lu Yinche made a gesture of confession: "Then, then you are mine, mine, I won't give you to anyone else, and I won't talk nonsense anymore, okay?"
Yan Yanshu ignored his obvious joke and said, "I've already sent a message to the sect, and the flying boat has reached the northern border."
"Oh. They're pretty fast." Lu Yinche thought for a moment, glancing around, unsure where the mermaid's waves had carried them. He really couldn't count on Liu Dazhu. He'd done a good job managing to avoid slamming the two of them to death on the beach.
Yan Yanshu understood better than him. He only took a glance and said, "Your merman friend's formation is quite good. This is Nanjun. Do you want to go back to Qichuan to take a look?"
Lu Yinche had previously told him that he'd followed the Chengxiao Sect to the Northern Territory simply because he had nothing else to do, and Yan Yanshu had promised him to "follow closely" before the Immortal Alliance. Now that they were already in Nanjun, a return trip to the Lu family in Qichuan wouldn't be a problem. As for the hostage Shang Jiao, he could just let him go for now. After all, cultivators lived a long time, and the cold climate of the Northern Territory wouldn't allow them to rot.
Yan Yanshu: ...
He mentioned a descendant of the Lu family that Lu Yinche had forgotten: "They can send another flying boat to bring Lu Denghe over."
Lu Yinche didn't care: "Let him decide for himself. He wants to go out and gain experience. I think Cheng Xiao Sect is not bad. Are you still recruiting?"
Yan Yanshu replied that the sect had its own set of procedures for recruiting new members, but he said that at least Lu Denghe's food and lodging wouldn't be a problem. Lu Yinche then remembered that he had been eating and using Cheng Xiao Sect's food along the way, and said a little embarrassedly: "Thank you very much, you are quite responsible?"
"Well," Yan Yanshu glanced at him, as if there was a smile in his eyes, "You said I should be responsible."
Lu Yinche lost another round.
He was curious about what Yan Yanshu thought of these romantic rumors: "I really always thought you were ruthless."
"I'm not."
The two of them walked forward side by side. Not far from the coast, they heard voices. It sounded like a bustling market.
Lu Yinche turned around and smiled at him half-jokingly: "When people describe the ruthless Taoist, they use you as a portrait. If you are not the ruthless Taoist, then they have all gone astray. And you always look so serious and reserved with words."
Yan Yanshu felt very strange: "I often smile at you. Do you talk very little? I can say more."
Lu Yinche blinked, as he didn't have many memories of his time with Yan Yanshu. But to be honest, whether it was Xie Juncun's disguise or Yan Yanshu himself, their expressions were quite rich, and Lu Yinche could at least read a lot from them.
I actually know him so well? Lu Yinche himself was a little surprised.
Yan Yanshu's eyes made him feel a little uneasy, and the clamor of hawking from not far away was endless.
He said, "If we really have feelings for each other... I mean, if, if, the two of us are really..."
Yan Yanshu did not interrupt him, but stood there quietly waiting for him to speak.
"Am I planning something that none of you can tell me? I entrusted Wei Qi, and I think I also entrusted Ding Zhu and Gong Jin. Did I reach some kind of deal or consensus with you during the time I forgot about, such as pretending to be..."
Yan Yanshu shook his head, signaling him to be silent: "We are indeed real. It's just that you can't remember it now. Sorry, I can't tell you."
Why can't we talk about it? Why is it so secretive? Yan Yanshu has expressed this several times.
It's impossible that Yan Yanshu is really the son of heaven, and God can't stand him having an affair with someone... That's not right. No matter what happens, Pingtian will just strike him to death with a few thunders.
Lu Yinche looked up at the sky. It was clear and sunny, and the rocks and sand on the seashore were all bright. It was a stark contrast to the dark seabed they had just encountered. Few people knew that there was a huge corpse deep down in the water.
And the bright yellow eyes that once were bright and majestic.
The Dragon God, the secret treasure of the Taoist ancestor, what forgotten relationship do they have with him?
"Since the messages about us are all over the place and spreading like wildfire, there's nothing wrong with discussing it," he asked from a different angle, "are those things that can't be said related to what I'm doing, no, what I've already done?"
Yan Yanshu: "Yes and no." He probably realized that his words were a bit confusing and asked for a beating, so he added: "It has something to do with you at that time, but it has nothing to do with the relationship between us."
"We really have feelings for each other..." Lu Yinche still found it difficult to accept this fact. He blurted it out but felt that it was too hurtful, coupled with Yan Yanshu's eyes.
In that silent darkness, there is only a little light, which is the look in your eyes opposite you.
He felt that Yan Yanshu was sad and happy at the same time.
And the source of those emotions was because of him, because of a man named Lu Yinche who had forgotten everything.
He said, "I'm sorry. Are you upset that I forgot about this?"
Yan Yanshu didn't answer directly with a yes or no answer. He said, "I knew you would forget, so you told me." He looked down at the sand in front of him, drew a line on it with his sword energy, and marked a point on the right side. "This is now."
"Um?"
"When is the time closest to the present in your memory?"
Lu Yinche replied: "In the forty-seventh year of Qiuwo, I went into seclusion to strive for the Guixu realm." As he spoke, he glanced at Yan Yanshu with resentment.
The latter raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly: "You succeeded."
Yan Yanshu marked another point on the left, then pointed to the spot between the two points and said, "The Tianmu Incident. Actually, all of this can be said. Wei Qi should have told you some of it, but to explain it clearly, it is inevitable to involve other things, so it is better to leave it aside for now. Now that things have come to this -"
He suddenly took a step forward and swept away the sand that had been blown up from Lu Yinche's collar by the wind. "You've done a lot, it's remarkable. You don't have to dwell on the past. Just face today."
Lu Yinche avoided his gaze, trying to escape the serious and awkward atmosphere with a joke: "I thought I was the one who fell in love with you at first sight after Tianmu. You thought I was so powerful that you dared to take advantage of the great Feng Ling. Why didn't you stab me to death?"
Yan Yanshu waved his hand to wipe away all the scratches on the sand. "It's not like we haven't seen each other before. But that sword..." He was referring to the sword strike three hundred years ago in front of the Immortal Alliance, which Lu Yinche suffered and fled seriously injured. "Even though I only did it for those people to see, I still regret it. You are in pain."
Lu Yinche paused for a second and patted Yan Yanshu on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's okay. I don't remember it anyway, not even how painful it was. It's a good thing to remember it now."
Yan Yanshu didn't respond to him.
The two continued walking forward. The market was so close that they could smell the aroma of freshly baked sesame cakes. The vendors' calls were like singing, with a strange and intoxicating melody. Lu Yinche paused.
Yan Yanshu thought he wanted to eat it, so he walked over and took out his money to buy one. Lu Yinche took the still hot oil paper and found that there was a small dried fish inside, a unique flavor of the seaside.
After taking a bite, it tasted pretty good, salty, crispy, and not spicy. He handed it to Yan Yanshu as a token of his appreciation: "Don't you want to eat it?"
He is just doing it for the sake of it, and will most likely be rejected.
Yan Yanshu shook his head as expected, but Lu Yinche had already handed the pancake to his mouth and didn't have time to take it back.
He glanced at Lu Yinche, whose attention was drawn to something again, and opened his mouth to take a bite.
Lu Yinche only reacted when he felt the pulling force on his hand.
Did you actually eat it?
He was more surprised than the others, thinking that this man must have been fasting for many years and was just hurt by the mermaid's spicy soup. Poor child.
Why not buy one more? Is Cheng Xiaozong running out of money again? No way, they say sword cultivators are poor. Yan Yanshu has been a sword cultivator for so many years, even sitting on the top spot in the world for a long time, it's impossible that he is still ding-dong.
He held the pancake in Yan Yanshu's direction and said, "You eat it. I'm not hungry either. I don't like this."
Yan Yanshu shook his head.
Could it be that he needs to be fed? Lu Yinche thought about it and decided to forget it. He is such a grown-up and a divine cultivator who can fast. It is better not to be too particular.
Looking at the pancake in his hand, Yan Yanshu avoided the spot where Lu Yinche had put his mouth. Lu Yinche didn't pay attention to it, took it back and continued eating. When he was in the woods, he and Lu Denghe had shared roast chicken, roast rabbit, etc., but those were his own cooking, and to be honest, he was a little tired of them.
The scale of this market seems to be quite good. Although there is only one street, it is bustling with people. People set up straw sheds to sell goods on the street. Some people even spread a straw mat on the ground and display their own products or goods bought from outside.
Lu Yinche took a closer look and found that there were not only mortals but also cultivators mixed in.
Yan Yanshu told him that there was a large port city nearby called Mingzhu. Lu Yinche had never heard of such a city before, but he only heard that it was as large as Yaocheng.
So naturally, there were people selling things for spiritual practice, or secret treasures found in the sea, at the market. Lu Yinche saw some fist-sized pearls piled on the ground, like freshly harvested rice.
There were also people setting up stalls to sell secret manuals of martial arts. Lu Denghe and others had heard before that due to the influence of罡气, most of the martial arts passed down from generation to generation before Tianmu were no longer usable. Over the past five hundred years, many sects had sprung up, and some had patched up the old ones, and many new things had emerged. Lu Yinche was a little curious.
He picked up a book with the words "Kendo" written on the cover in exquisite calligraphy. The vendor in the bamboo hat looked up at him. Lu Yinche thought the man's eyes were a little strange.
Before he opened the book in his hand, he saw the stall owner obviously looking at him, then looked at his companion Yan Yanshu, squinted his eyes, and seemed not to recognize who this person was. He calmly pulled out a few books from the pile of books on his left and placed them in front of Lu Yinche.
The covers are colorful, like color prints, and the characters are all handsome, some standing, some sitting, close to each other, but it is difficult to tell whether they are male or female. Several books look similar, and it seems that they were painted by the same artist.
What did he do with all this? Did he think it suited me? This is a romantic novel, right? Do I look like I'd be into that?
A string of questions flashed through Lu Yinche's mind as he casually opened the book in his hand.
The printing is okay, and there are illustrations of two people dancing with swords, both of them are obviously men judging by their stature, they might be a master and an apprentice, teaching each other the postures hand in hand - it's unnecessary, just draw one person's standard posture, it's hard to see because it's so obscured.
Lu Yinche muttered to himself and shifted his gaze to the text.
【Just because you looked back, I miss you day and night. 】
Um?
Isn’t this a lovesick song?
Lu Yinche turned back to the cover and looked at the title "Zheng Zheng".
Don't bully me because I'm uneducated.
The stall owner said slowly, "This book sells very well, but unfortunately only the first volume is available. The second volume is more popular and is hard to find on the market."
Lu Yinche was confused. Why was there only the second volume missing from a set of sword techniques? Did they intentionally print fewer volumes so that people could only learn half of it and not get the full picture, leading them astray? This was too vicious. It would be better not to print it.
At that time, all martial arts, regardless of whether they were good or bad, were treasures of the family and sect, and it was not possible for casual cultivators to buy them.
He turned back to the page, wanting to see what level of martial arts it was.
"From now on, if he continues to make love with her, Mingye will just think that he has tasted the sweetness and can't stop wanting Feng Ling, so it's not worth mentioning."
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