Chapter 48 People and Flowers
The head of the Yun family held several letters in his hand and said, "I was looking for my friend Yan. I just ran into Miss Qingfeng and she said you two were together."
Wen Tianyu stepped aside and said, "Yes, he is here. Please come in."
I really didn't expect the Yun family head to come here, especially since he specifically asked to find Yan Shiqun.
“Me?” Yan Shiqun pointed to herself. If she remembered correctly, she had even argued with the Yun family head when she lost her temper: “Why?”
"Actually, I have something I'd like to ask for your help with, young friend Yan," the Yun family head said, knowing that they were like brothers and had grown up together. He didn't hide anything and said directly in front of them, "Although I don't know why, I did see young friend Yan's superb use of fire at the bottom of the valley. I'd like to ask you to help me burn something."
"Oh?" This was the first time Yan Shiqun had been asked to burn something, so he asked, "What is it?"
"Suicide note".
In the hands of the Yun family head, among several letters was his will. This time, he had faked his death to avoid detection and ventured into the valley, never intending to return alive. Fortunately, he received help from several benefactors, and with his son proving himself capable, he was able to successfully resolve this predicament.
He originally thought that, as the head of the family, he would save the Yun family and Liu Chun, even if it meant risking his life.
The person he couldn't bear to part with the most, besides his beloved wife who was already in the afterlife, was Yun Yuelin.
Yun Yuelin resembled his mother in appearance, and even though he always had a fierce look and a furrowed brow, many girls liked him. However, he didn't like being seen as just a pretty face, so he cultivated more diligently than anyone else.
He knew his son's personality best; no matter how hard or tiring it was, he would grit his teeth and persevere.
"If I don't come back, he will probably blame me, and the entire Liu Chun and Yun family will have to be carried on his shoulders."
Upon observing the changes in the constellations, he prepared for the worst.
Therefore, the head of the Yun family wrote several letters to his beloved son.
“I believe he has the ability to rebuild the Yun family in no more than five years, so I wrote him five letters. I originally planned to send him only one letter a year, but now these letters are unnecessary.”
Upon hearing this, Ruan Linglai thought of her father, who was far away in Quanzhou and Zhangzhou, and was deeply moved. She said, "Aren't you going to tell him? After all, you wrote it yourself. It would be good if you read it aloud yourself."
Although Aju had never experienced true family affection, during his years in the Qing family, his master and fellow disciples treated him as their own son. He said, "Yes, it would be such a pity to burn him like this."
“No need,” said the Yun family head. “Since the matter has been resolved, let’s not leave any more sadness. His mother passed away early, and if she knew I had such thoughts, she would definitely worry. Please ask my friend Yan to burn it for me… Besides, once it’s burned, there will be no ashes left, so that will be fine.”
“This is a small matter, nothing serious,” Yan Shiqun said. “Since you insist, then let’s burn it. But what’s burned can’t be restored. After all, this is your concern for Young Master Yun. Have you thought it through?”
He would never have spoken like that before, but perhaps after spending so much time with this group,
"Yes, the bond between father and son is not confined to a letter. I am still alive, and I can slowly teach him to take over the family business. There is no rush."
Yan Shiqun nodded upon hearing this. Burning a few sheets of paper was no challenge for him. In the blink of an eye, the letter was burned to ashes, the firepower was just right, leaving no trace.
"Thank you, young friend Yan. I won't disturb your conversation any longer. Please feel free to make any requests you may have during this time, and continue to do so in the future. The Qing family will always be our ally, and the Yun family and Liu Chun welcome you anytime."
The Yun family head bowed and was about to leave when Wen Tianyu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing.
"What's wrong?" Aju asked Wen Tianyu after the Yun family head left. "Senior Brother Wen, it seemed like you were about to say something just now."
"No, I'm just a little confused," Wen Tianyu said. "I clearly saw Young Master Yun lying in front of the black stone covered in blood, but... the matter has been resolved, and that scene did not happen."
Aju: "Has this ever happened before, that what you see can change anything?"
“I don’t see much, and my main purpose is almost never to really predict the future. It’s too difficult for me to see a very concrete future with just one eye, so it’s almost always these kinds of images,” Wen Tianyu said. He has hardly used his ability since he was a child, and even when he did, it was just to explore the area or recognize people. “So whether it can be changed, I don’t know.”
Ruan Linglai said uncertainly, "That should be a good thing, right? Now that the matter has been resolved, Young Master Yun is safe, Patriarch Yun is safe, and Liu Chun is safe too. Doesn't that prove that we have changed the future?"
Yan Shiqun: "If you ask me, there's no need to be afraid of this kind of thing. It's just a scene, and we're not even in that scene. Maybe we're the ones who intervened, which is why it's different from the original."
Wen Tianyu thought it made sense, and his intuition was usually very accurate. He didn't have any bad premonitions at the moment: "Hmm, maybe so. I'll talk to my master about it later. I won't say anything more."
Qingjue was still in the pavilion drinking tea with Yun Yuelin during the day. The weather was very nice today, and it wasn't too cold at night. He had some rare free time and chatted with Yun Yuelin for a long time. He even took out his Wanlifeng fan to play with, which Yun Yuelin complained about, saying that he was playing with a fan on such a cold mountain.
Qingjue: "How did you know this was given to me during the day?"
Yun Yuelin: "...Nobody asked you at all."
But since they're both injured now, there's nothing else they can do besides chat.
When talking about her mother, Yun Yuelin's expression was surprisingly gentle. She said, "Although I never spent time with her and don't remember what she looked like, my father always said that my mother was a gentle yet strong person."
Perhaps it's because of blood ties, but even if it's only known through other people's words, when Yun Yuelin talks about this person, she mostly feels nostalgic.
“I think so too,” Qingjue said with a smile. “I just don’t know if she likes crowds. My disciples would definitely love to go and see her.”
“I don’t think she would mind, but her tombstone is not on the mountain, but buried by the sea,” Yun Yuelin said. “My father said that my mother loved the sea when she was alive. They met by the sea, so he chose a place for her to be buried. He said he also wants to be buried there in the future.”
This is probably what it means to be buried together in one grave in real life—a beautiful love story.
Qingjue also thought about how Qing Jiujie and Muyuan couldn't die together in the end, and felt a little sorry for them.
His father was named Yun Haisheng and his mother was named Jiang Yueti. His name was a combination of his parents' surnames and given names. He was born in the transition from spring to summer, when willows filled the city, the moon shone, and flowers were in bloom. So, a character was added to make it "Spring White Flower".
When he was a child, he always felt that his parents' love did not continue because of him, and that his mother died in childbirth. He wondered if things would have been different if he hadn't been born.
The problem remains unresolved.
His story touched Qingjue deeply; his own teacher had died protecting him, and he had asked himself the same question.
He doesn't remember many of his modern memories, but this one remains vivid in his mind.
The death of one's closest loved one due to one's own actions is one of the greatest regrets in life.
But humans are ultimately not like flowers; they cannot be born and die again, nor can they be reborn.
When the conversation turned to everyday matters, Qingjue realized that he had nothing to talk about. Wuqing Immortal Lord had no memories of his parents and was very distant from others. Even with the former family head, Qing Jiujie, there was very little interaction between them.
The fact that Immortal Lord Wu Qing ascended to the position of family head seems more like the result of absolute strength, and is unlikely to be a designated successor.
“I don’t have any relatives I miss,” Qingjue said, propping his head up. Since Wuqing Immortal Lord had never had any close relationships with anyone in the past, he could just say what he wanted to say without any problem. “However, I have many relatives who are not related to me by blood. They raised me and all of them died in a disaster.”
Needless to say, Xie Zhoujian's family was infamous.
It sounds like a competition to see who has the worst misery, Qingjue thought with amusement.
However, the protagonists of the story rarely have happy and fulfilling families—ah, some do.
Ruan Linglai is one of them.
As the only little girl, she has loving parents and a brother, and her family has a large business, so she has no worries about food and clothing.
Such a background is extremely rare, even in the entire world of novels.
They are also very easy to get stabbed.
Therefore, Qingjue tried his best to protect them. Regardless of whether his disciples were happy or not before, they had at least become family.
Just as his teachers treated him like their own son, he is now, by some twist of fate, continuing that relationship.
Yun Yuelin took a sip of tea and said with a rare sigh, "Perhaps the world just won't treat everyone fairly."
"Yes, but with our strength, it's something that ordinary people can only dream of."
Yun Yuelin gave him a look but did not refute his words.
But he wanted to say that even among the strongest, the Qingjue technique was something that was unattainable.
There is a difference in their strength. For example, if all the Gu worms were pressed into his body, he might not be able to withstand it.
Qingjue was able to wake up in just three days; his strength is terrifying.
Not far away, Yun, wanting to find his young master, waved and said, "Young master! It's time to change your medicine! And Immortal Lord, Miss Qingfeng is looking for you everywhere!"
"Oh no," Qingjue put down his teacup and realized, "I lost track of time while chatting. I'm doomed now. Qingfeng is definitely going to scold me."
Seeing his flustered state, Yun Yuelin retorted, "Don't you have any sense of propriety? The dignified head of the Qing family is being worried about by your disciple."
"Isn't that just chatting with you? Why don't you take the blame for me and we'll even things out?"
"Hiss," but Qingjue didn't have time to argue with him anymore. He didn't want to take Qingfeng's punch. You said earlier, "Hurry up, take me back during the day."
He had planned to sneak back to his room, but he hadn't expected Qingfeng to know him so well and be waiting at the back door with her fist clenched.
"My immortal lord, did you have a lot of fun outside?"
Jie Zhoujian was sweating bullets for Qingjue.
Qingjue said awkwardly, "Hey, Qingfeng, a girl shouldn't get angry... And didn't you say it's okay to go for a walk outside, to improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis..."
"I told you to move around a bit, not to stay up all night! Do you know how badly you're injured? Don't take this injury lightly just because you have high cultivation and a good physique! You've lost several years' worth of cultivation; if you don't take good care of yourself, it will leave lasting effects! Do you even know that?!"
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