"So where are we going now?"
"Don't ask me, I don't know either." Yang Wennan smiled bitterly. "Who told you to throw him down and break the balance? From now on, we can only leave it to fate..."
He seemed to have grasped something in his confusion, and shook his head. "It shouldn't be about resigning ourselves to fate. Perhaps, taking things as they come is more normal."
Wang Xi: ...
Realizing the foolish thing she had done, she wisely shut her mouth.
Xuanyun Sect, on Lingxiao Peak.
A man in a blue robe stood before the mountain gate, surrounded by swirling dust and smoke. A wisp of hair and beard fluttered in the breeze, and his eyes were filled with the beauty of the mountains before him.
Her flowing robes and ethereal气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance or aura) appeared even more sacred under the moonlight.
What do you think?
He had been standing there for several days, and today was the first time he had spoken.
However, he was all alone in this vast space, and it was unclear to whom he was speaking.
The man suddenly chuckled, as if talking to himself, but his tone was completely different from before. This sound was incongruous compared to his previous laughter: "Can't see clearly."
"Which one can't be seen clearly?" The man's voice grew even heavier.
“It has everything, everything is there, but… I always feel like something is missing!” He sighed. “To be honest, I never thought it would turn out like this.”
"I never imagined we'd spend this much time together," the man said with a long sigh.
He gazed at the tree in front of him and fell silent again.
A gust of wind blew by, and leaves fell from the trees. He looked at the red maple leaf on his shoulder with a puzzled expression. "These leaves are so beautiful."
"Red?" the man asked.
The man paused, holding the leaf in his hand. "You can't see?"
"To me, there are only three colors in the world: black, white, and gray," the voice explained earnestly.
The man snapped a leaf off his hand and casually tossed it onto a tree. A question that had weighed on his mind for years seemed to find its answer: "So... you're trying to reap the benefits without lifting a finger?"
“Killing is different.” The voice carried a hint of melancholy. “Qi Yun is a true madman, but killing… is unique. We… or rather… Qi Yun and those outsiders who were killed.”
As for me… I'm like an outsider, yet also like a natural phenomenon born from this world.
"Um?"
You probably won't understand.
"Tell me about it! I'm getting bored." The man glanced at the still-closed mountain gate, took out a cup of peach blossom wine from his sleeve, and asked, "Want a drink?"
"I don't like drinking it."
"But I want to drink it."
The man chuckled again, "Then drink it! I have no sense of taste, I can't taste it."
"No sense of taste, can't taste anything..." The man pondered the words, "Then what about the heart?"
"There is one." He smacked his lips, as if wanting to taste it, but suddenly coughed.
The man fell from the tree due to his overly violent actions, and theoretically, there was nothing left in the world that could harm him.
"What's wrong?" the man asked anxiously.
A look of disbelief crossed his face, his eyes wide with incredulity. "How could this be? How could this be..."
Just then, the door that had been tightly closed opened.
"You haven't left yet?" Ai Fengling seemed to have anticipated the scene outside the mountain gate, but she was still stunned when she saw his disheveled appearance.
The man clutched his throat in agony, gasping for breath like a drowning fish desperately craving more oxygen.
"Someone..." he gasped, his eyes bloodshot from the agony of suffocation.
No one in this world is more afraid of this feeling than him.
"Someone's pulling up radishes?"
Ai Fengling stood in front of the peak gate, watched the man's dog-paddle swimming performance for a while, and seemed to find it boring, so he finally moved.
"Peach blossom wine, buried by Senior Sister?"
He took a sip of the wine in the bottle; it was clear and mellow, better than he had imagined, and it was a normal wine, something he could hardly have had.
"How much longer are you going to do this?" He tapped the person beside him with his toe. "Don't tell me you're really obsessed with appearances. Even if you say that, I don't believe you. You know what I mean."
The man ignored him, rolling on the ground in sweat, shouting, "Who? Who is it?"
“Oh, the secrets of heaven.” Ai Fengling took another sip of wine. He looked at the clouds in the sky, as if someone was looking at him from there. “When Master was alive, I said that you can go up the mountain, but what happens after you get up there is not up to you.”
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but he made a few rare, rambling remarks: "You so-called gods are really strange. You have such good resources and such strong abilities, yet you insist on competing with mortals in this world."
The person on the ground suddenly stopped moving, and a cough came from behind. The man was no longer the otherworldly figure he had been before.
He was drenched in sweat, as if he had been pulled out of the water. He leaned against the peach tree, panting for a while, before snatching the peach blossom wine from Ai Fengling's mouth.
He took a sip, his lips twitched uncomfortably, and then poured the entire bottle of peach blossom wine over his head.
"What a waste!" Ai Fengling flicked her folding fan, as if the breeze still carried the lingering fragrance of peach blossom wine.
"You knew all along!" The man wiped the wine from his face, quite certain. "You timed your departure perfectly?"
“I suppose so.” Ai Fengling closed her folding fan and then said with disdain, “If you can’t drink, don’t pretend you can. Besides, this wine isn’t meant for ordinary people.”
"Oh?" The man glanced at him sideways. "You drank it and you're fine? You're not an ordinary person."
"Not really." Ai Fengling waved her hand.
A gust of wind blew by, and he stood up from his wheelchair. The man stared blankly at the demonic energy circulating at his fingertips, then exclaimed, "You, you're insane?"
“We have to stand up eventually, this wheelchair is uncomfortable.” He shrugged nonchalantly, then pointed to the sky, “Senior Sister has already gone up, we can’t hold her back!”
"Why did you exclude Shan Hongxing? We were the four of us who were chosen in the first place. Even if he's still unconscious, he's at least..."
As if he had thought of something, the man shook his head. "That's right. Over the years, he's been in my place. Who knows, Shan Hongxing might still be hiding one. Besides, he seems righteous, but he's actually the most pedantic."
"You understand, that's enough. There's no need to be so explicit." Ai Fengling looked at her hands. "What do you think my senior sister would think if she saw me wallowing in self-pity?"
"What else can I think?" He rolled his eyes at Ai Fengling. "How we thought of her back then is how she can think of us. Oh! I wasn't me back then, not including myself."
"Hmm." Ai Fengling nodded, standing under the peach tree. "What kind of tree did you see?"
"maple?"
"That means each takes half."
“It’s always been like this!” The man scratched his head. “Sigh! I thought everything would have settled down by the time I woke up.”
“That’s what Master thought too.” Ai Fengling glanced at him and suddenly laughed. “It’s a pity that when he woke up he only saw a mess and went back down in anger.”
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