Senior sister, I have been watching you from behind for many years, did you really not notice anything?
Tao Yiye's eyes looked into the distance, without any emotion in them.
"Junior sister, Wuqing Daowei, you, Master, Junior sister, and even everyone in Xuanying Sect are very important to me. Please practice well."
She left indifferently. To Geng Jihuan, she would always only look at things from the perspective and responsibility of a senior sister, without any other selfish motives.
Junior sister, you may be ruthless or affectionate, but you don’t belong to anyone.
Geng Jihuan seemed to understand, so he stood behind her, watching the figure walking farther and farther away until it disappeared from his sight.
It doesn't matter. I'll stay behind you.
She watched Tao Yiye take care of the Xuanying Sect and help her manage the sect. Everyone said that they had a very good relationship as sisters.
Some people also asked Geng Jihuan quietly.
"You are cultivating the Way of Love. Practicing both can help you reach a higher level of spiritual cultivation. With your looks and figure, you should have a lot of admirers without even making a move. Why are you still single until now?"
Geng Ji smiled but said nothing, and only drank a lot of wine alone that night.
People who seem to be free and easy may not be loved enough.
The path of affection that one cultivates is devoted to one person, while the path of indifference that one cultivates is limited to family affection.
Fate plays tricks on people, and most of them are filled with regrets. They even witness with their own eyes the death of the person they have waited for many years in front of their eyes, but they can't blame anyone.
Accompanied by loneliness, worried because of love, but also able to see through everything clearly.
Senior sister... I really want to be selfish for once, but I can't. I will love what you love and protect what you want.
In the three months since Tao Yiye's death, she has tried countless methods to bring her soul back, to find a glimmer of hope.
She selfishly left her body in the sect, nurtured it with all kinds of rare and precious herbs, and wantonly grabbed her hand and held it.
This is what she did when she did the most daring thing.
Senior sister, when I was young, I often wondered what kind of person would someone like you like, and who would be worthy of you? But later I realized that it was just my wishful thinking. In my heart, you are the bright moon in the sky, out of reach.
Senior sister, I don't remember when I started to pay attention to you, but at the sunset that day, your figure practicing sword particularly attracted my attention, and the remaining light of the sky was overshadowed by you.
Senior sister, I don't know since when you started to like wearing red clothes. You said that this way, even if the master is not around, people can remember you at a glance. No one can bully the Xuanying Sect, and no one can look down on the Xuanying Sect.
Senior sister, do you know that a red dress doesn't suit you at all? But I always think that you look the best in anything, but I am still obsessed with the green jade sword that the peach tree used to wear.
Senior sister, you have been smart all your life, why are you so stupid about that matter? Why are you such a stubborn person?
Senior sister, I know you did that for Junior sister, for Master's words that "the cloud book is there as long as the sect is there", but that was Junior sister's disciple, the one she held in her heart, and the one who pulled her into the darkness.
Senior sister...I have one more thing to say: I miss you so much.
But you couldn't hear these words. During the three months I spent guarding your body, I thought a lot.
I am really a useless person. I can't find a way to make up for my soul, nor can I find a way to save your remaining soul. I can only hold that empty hand, whispering over and over again, "Don't you want to leave?"
I am deceiving myself, I know you can't hear it.
When you were by the Forgotten River, were you blaming me? Blaming me for delaying you for three months, blaming me for selfishly keeping your remaining soul and not wanting to let go, guarding an empty shell alone to express my longing for you.
But sister, if I let go, you will enter the reincarnation cycle. The world is so vast, where can I find you? If I let go, we may never see each other again...
Senior sister...
Three months later, Geng Jihuan finally decided to release the remaining soul from his body and send it to the underworld.
That night, she cried a lot, but the next day she still sat in the sect leader's seat as if nothing had happened, looking at the empty hall.
Now, Geng Jihuan looked at the lotus, reached out to touch it, and prayed silently in his heart.
Eight hundred years... Senior sister, the lotus flowers have withered, and the lotus has grown for two hundred years. When will you return?
Geng Jihuan waited five hundred years for the lotus to bloom and bear fruit, but the lotus had been bearing fruit for two hundred years, yet no one showed up.
During these two hundred years, the lotus is still green. She did not wait for people, but for many small animals.
There were butterflies fluttering around and standing on her hairpin flowers, there were small snakes appearing from nowhere and hovering on the lotus leaves, there were dragonflies, squirrels, fish jumping on the lotus flowers... but there was no one.
She suspected that the Feng Shui of Xuanying Sect was not very good, so she simply found a remote courtyard in the human world, moved the lotus there, and watched over the lotus, waiting for the destined person.
She also planted peach trees all over the yard, and occasionally she would practice swordplay and drink wine under the trees, and she lived a very happy life.
After all, Xuan Yingzong was now in power, and Nan Lezhi's daughter Nan Huanyan was watching over her, so she often came to the courtyard to slack off under the pretext of seclusion.
But these few days, she has to go there.
Geng Jihuan sighed, glanced at Lian Peng, and then started talking to her.
"I'm going to be out of town for a few days, so you just stay here and be a good boy..."
She spoke as if she were coaxing a child, and the lotus leaves swayed in the wind, as if nodding to her.
Whenever there were guests from the Xuanying Sect, she would have to go back. She had waited for two hundred years, so a day or two wouldn't make a difference.
She left after saying this, intending to return in three days.
Things were going well, but when she came back, she found a crack in the yard.
Geng Jihuan was wondering at the time, this place is so remote, who would come here?
She thought about it, and stepped into the courtyard.
As far as the eye can see, the whole courtyard is filled with rosy clouds. It is March in spring. When the wind blows, the peach petals on the trees swirl and fall, forming a thick layer on the ground. The petals on the ground are picked up by the wind and dance in the air. It is magnificent.
The scenery was charming, but Geng Jihuan had no mood to appreciate it now.
Because under the largest peach tree in his yard, there lay a girl in red.
The girl's clothes were a little torn, her face was covered with scars and mud, and she was sleeping against a peach tree. Next to her was a broken lotus shell.
Geng Jiwei's mind was suddenly filled with question marks.
The lotus that I have been raising for 800 years was eaten by others? This little thief was so arrogant that he slept in his own yard!
She walked quickly forward and stood in front of the girl, then squatted and stared at the girl in front of her with narrowed eyes.
This face shape... looks familiar.
Geng Jihuan's heart suddenly felt a little hopeful and rippled.
Something is wrong... Is it her? Is she coming back?
She waved her hand and removed the dirt from the girl's face.
When he saw it clearly, Geng Jihuan's heart skipped a beat and he froze in place.
Even with her eyes closed, the girl's unique arrogance was clearly visible, with her red dress and stunning eyes, and a hint of fierceness.