Having cultivated to his current level, Wang Wuxie was originally calm and composed. People from all the peaks of the Zhengyang Sect usually described him as expressionless and unfathomable, but if they saw him now, they would be shocked.
Because at this moment, Wang Wuxie's expression was very rich, as if recalling memories, as if experiencing sweetness, as if experiencing pain... Such a complex expression was displayed on one face at the same time.
Wang Wuxie walked to his meditation spot, opened a hidden compartment below, took out a scroll, and slowly unfurled it, revealing a beautiful figure on it.
The painting depicts a girl wielding a sword, her white dress fluttering, her long hair flowing, making her seem like a fairy from the clouds.
However, she seems somewhat angry in the painting...
Seeing that charming expression, Wang Wuxie seemed to recall some things from the sect competition back then, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
This was drawn by his own hand, depicting the scene of their first meeting. Only in this way could he express his longing for her.
If Yu Yanluo were here, she would surely comment that although the painter's skills and brushstrokes were only above average, the painting contained decades of longing and yearning, instantly giving it a spiritual charm that was in no way inferior to the work of any master.
If Zu'an were here, he would definitely recognize this as his Sister Yan, except that the girl in the picture is much more naive than the mature and cold Yan Xuehen of today.
Wang Wuxie stared at the woman in the painting, lost in thought for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
After a long while, he let out a long sigh and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Wang Wuxie, you always boasted that you were a genius, but now that the real person has arrived, you only dare to stare blankly at an inanimate object?"
He carefully rolled up the painting in front of him, afraid of damaging it in the slightest, and put it back into the hidden compartment for safekeeping.
Then, after straightening his robes, he walked out radiantly, his heart burning with excitement, as if he had returned to his youth.
He pushed open the door, and sunlight shone on his face. He had lived on the Golden Summit for so many years, and he had never felt so beautiful as he did at this moment.
As soon as he took one step out, the biting cold wind howled in from outside, and Wang Wuxie froze, his boiling blood gradually calming down.
He is now the sect leader of the Zhengyang Sect and the national advisor of a country. He is no longer the naive young man who would give up everything for love.
Standing at the doorway, his deep gaze fixed on the winding road below the mountain, he knew that Yan Xuehen was somewhere on the steps.
He stood there in the cold wind for a long time without moving, his whole body like a statue.
He eventually closed the door again, cutting off the sunlight.
He knew Yan Xuehen's personality all too well. She was probably here to bring her disciples to participate in the Daoist Grand Competition. What difference would it make if he went to see her? She didn't accept him back then, so why would she accept him now? He smiled self-deprecatingly. Although they hadn't seen each other for decades, he had been keeping an eye on her and collecting all the information he could.
She knew Yan Xuehen's icy nature better than anyone else.
Since we are not meant to be, why force it?
Instead, it made the world look down on me, Wang Wuxie.
The only consolation is that Yan Xuehen has remained single all these years and has never shown any interest in any man.
That proves that there's nothing wrong with my charm, Wang Wuxie. Maybe in Xuehen's heart, I'm still the most special one.
Centuries later, when people in the martial arts world talk about our past, it will surely be a wonderful story.
Thinking about this, his heart gradually calmed down.
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At this moment, at the foot of the mountain gate, Zhang Xi and the other disciples were distracted, clearly still reeling from the shock of Yan Xuehen and Chu Chuyan's encounter.
They naturally wouldn't dare to have any improper thoughts about a senior expert like Yan Xuehen, but Chu Chuyan was their age, like a girl next door, so there might be a tiny bit of a possibility.
Just then, a commotion arose not far away.
"Wow, it's huge!"
It's unclear who started it, but various opinions have emerged one after another.
Although they tried to conceal it, there were so many of them that Zhang Xi could still vaguely hear them.
"What's so big? Could it be that some ferocious beast has come to rampage through Purple Mountain?" Zhang Xi was startled. He didn't even have time to recall the fragrance on Chu Chuyan's body. He hurriedly looked up and gazed into the distance, while his hand instinctively gripped his sword in case of emergency.
"Wow, it's huge!" Zhang Xi couldn't help but exclaim the moment he saw it clearly. He finally understood what those people had been talking about.
A group of people walked over, clearly from some sect. The leader was a burly man with a stubble of stubble around his mouth, exuding an aura of authority.
Beside her was a middle-aged Taoist nun, who was objectively quite pretty, but she had a stern face as if everyone owed her money. In addition, after everyone had just witnessed the stunning beauty of Chu Chuyan and her disciple Yan Xuehen, this kind of appearance was really hard to stir up any emotions in people's hearts.
However, everyone's attention was focused on a girl next to her. The combination of a red dress and a black skirt not only fully demonstrated the girl's vibrant energy but also subtly revealed a mysterious and dangerous beauty.
This woman's beauty is no less than that of the master and his disciples from the Yan Temple.
The people around were all shocked. What kind of wonderful day was it that they were lucky enough to see so many stunning beauties?
Compared to Yan Xuehen and Chu Chuyan's aloofness, this girl was much more enthusiastic, always wearing a charming smile, which, combined with her beautiful peach blossom eyes, made her appear exceptionally radiant and captivating.
But what's even more eye-catching is her chest, which swayed as she walked, almost bursting out, making every man's heart flutter.
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