Chapter 52 Bai Tianjing (5) "I think I've seen you before..."
There is a lost island in Beihai, surrounded by spiritual energy, often appearing in thick fog, like a fairyland.
Once, a mortal went out to sea and encountered a dragon demon. He almost perished in the deep sea, but then he saw a flash of golden light and the scene before him changed.
Suddenly faced with this unexpected turn of events, ordinary people felt only fear and cautiously traversed this place that seemed like a fairyland yet was completely unfamiliar.
Suddenly, a pavilion appeared in front of them.
The light gauze curtains hanging from the pavilion fluttered in the wind, and the copper bells on the eaves rang out with a clear, crisp sound.
A figure sat with his back to them in the center of the pavilion.
Upon noticing the newcomers, the person slowly stood up and turned to face them.
She wore a simple white brocade dress, her loose hair swaying gently. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, as bright as the moon. Even the flowers on the ground seemed like mere background.
"This must be an immortal..." someone sighed softly.
Someone, regaining their senses, remarked, "Is this a fairy from some major sect in the cultivation world?"
The girl chuckled, her voice bright and clear, "I'm just a mortal too, you know. If you want an introduction..."
She paused for a moment, then her eyebrows curved into a smile. "North Sea, Yaotai Realm, Floating Cloud Yao."
"Yaotai Realm! This is the Yaotai Realm that the village chief spoke of, the one that has protected the peace of the North Sea for generations!"
Fu Yaoyun asked curiously, "How do people outside introduce us?"
"Yaotai Realm is an isolated island in the North Sea, cut off from the world. It only appears in the thick fog to guide ships sailing far out to sea."
Someone added, "I heard from a storyteller that a ship at sea once encountered a sea monster causing trouble. The sea was turbulent, and the sea monster was about to harm people."
Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, and the previously treacherous sea surface calmed down. A flash of silver light appeared, revealing that the sea monster had been severely injured and fallen into the deep sea.
A man stood at the bow of the boat, flicking the blood still clinging to his sword. His red robes fluttered gently. Just as the people on the boat were about to take a closer look, the man leaped away and vanished.
“I know, I know!” the person who spoke first said again, “That person is Sword Master Chen, a young genius. None of the geniuses from the major sects in the Immortal Alliance can compare to him.”
He was about to say something when he felt a gentle breeze pass by, and a figure appeared in front of the pavilion.
He flicked the blood off his sword and spoke, his voice languid yet brimming with youthful spirit, "What are you talking about?"
Fu Yunyao noticed his actions and, recalling the story she had just heard, suddenly laughed.
The boy paused slightly. "What are you laughing at?"
Fu Yunyao simply shook her head. Helpless, he lightly tapped the girl's forehead before turning away.
"Beihai, Yaotai realm, floating jade."
The young man stood tall and straight, with a handsome face and light-colored eyes, like white jade washed by spring water. His plain white sleeves were embroidered with bright red plum blossoms, making him appear particularly flamboyant.
...
Fu Yunyao opened her eyes, got up from the bed, and blinked as she looked at the steaming white porridge on the table.
The Dust Sword appeared beside her, a wisp of spiritual energy emanating from its blade, intimately touching her fingertips.
Fu Yunyao slowly came back to her senses and rubbed her temples.
It was a memory from many years ago, so long ago that... she had almost forgotten it.
"Squeak—"
The door was pushed open, and a head slowly peeked out.
The girl blinked, her eyes sparkling.
"Yao...Young Master?"
Fu Yunyao nodded gently, then reached out and raised the intricately crafted hidden arrow in her sleeve.
"elder sister!"
Fu Yunyao's arched eyebrows and somewhat pale face made her appear exceptionally gentle.
"Yes, Xiao Bei."
As Mo Beili looked into her eyes, they seemed increasingly familiar, and she frowned.
Fu Yunyao asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Mo Beili snapped out of her daze, shook her head, and pointed to the white porridge on the table, "Sister, have some white porridge first, then Shixue will go cook."
"Wiping away the snow?" Fu Yunyao murmured the two words.
"Mmm." Mo Beili was about to introduce her, but before he could speak, he heard a loud explosion outside.
Mo Beili: ...
She looked at Fu Yunyao, who had a surprised expression, and said with an awkward smile, "Shixue always has a bad grasp of the cooking time. I'll go out and check on him. Sister, rest. I'll call you when the food is ready."
Under Fu Yunyao's watchful gaze, she slowly closed the door.
Mo Beili stood at the doorway, her smile fading as she looked at the messy courtyard and the boy standing there with his eyes lowered.
She sighed softly and comforted him, "It's okay, it's just a meal. I believe you can do it!"
As for why she didn't do it herself?
If she were to take action, it wouldn't just be a matter of the pot exploding; the entire house would likely be burned down.
Ying Shixue was getting impatient. He tugged at the ribbon in his hair, looked up at the girl's expectant gaze, and could only resign himself to trying again.
So, how exactly did they suddenly appear here from Mu Jiuqing's dungeon?
If he had known he would be facing a pile of unprocessed food upon escaping, he would have preferred to stay in the dungeon forever!
"cough."
Just as he was at a stalemate with the ingredients, a soft cough came from the other side of the door.
Ying Shixue looked up and her eyes met those of the person at the door. A cold glint flashed in her eyes.
For no reason at all, he just didn't like him.
Fu Yusheng looked at his eyebrows and eyes, his gaze pausing slightly.
"you……"
It seems like she...
Mo Beili noticed the subtle atmosphere between the two and slowly raised his hand.
"Um, shall we cook first?"
...
In the end, the meal was still prepared by Fu Yusheng.
Looking at the sumptuous meal on the table, Mo Beili almost shed tears. Heaven knows, Fu Yunyao and Fu Yusheng were unconscious for three days, and she only drank plain porridge for those three days.
Ying Shixue herself disliked plain porridge and wouldn't even take a sip.
but……
"Sword Master, why are you such a good cook?"
Mo Beili couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
“She’s quite a picky eater.” Fu Yusheng’s eyes lit up with a smile when he mentioned Fu Yunyao.
Liao Liao is easy to raise. Her likes and dislikes are not obvious. However, whenever she encounters something she doesn't like to eat, she will eat it while sulking.
There were quite a few things that didn't suit her taste.
Fu Yusheng enjoyed researching anything that could make her happy, and over time, he even learned to cook.
and……
"It's quite simple."
Is it simple?
Mo Beili, who could burn down the house while cooking a meal, didn't think so.
She turned to look at Ying Shixue, who had quieted down after Fu Yusheng stuffed a piece of pastry into her hand.
Well, he must have been defeated by Master Chen's cooking skills as well.
Ying Shixue was unaware of her thoughts, but found it strange that he seemed to know her preferences.
When Fu Yunyao left the room, Fu Yusheng had already left.
She looked at the food on the table and knew very well who had made it.
"Sister Yao—" Mo Beili waved to her with a smile.
Fu Yunyao responded softly, looking at the boy lying beside her. The dappled sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, falling on his hair. Noticing his gaze, he raised his head slightly, his sleepy eyes reflecting her image, and paused.
Mo Beili explained from the side, "Sister Yao, this is wiping snow, it should be wiping snow."
"Shixue, this is the young master of Yaotai Realm that I mentioned to you, Sister Fuyun Yao."
“Fu Yunyao…” the young man murmured her name, “I think I’ve seen you before.”
"Is that so?" Fu Yunyao replied casually, slowly approaching.
The next moment, Rang Chen's sword was drawn from its sheath, its blade gleaming with a cold light and exuding a chilling killing intent.
Ying Shixue raised his eyes, something seemed to flash in them, and demonic energy emanated from his body. At the same time, Fu Yunyao's clear and cold voice rang out.
"Let the dust settle."
The dust sword stopped it, leaving it suspended in mid-air, frost swirling around it, and a chill spreading everywhere.
It remained frozen, wanting to cut down the person in front of it.
Fu Yunyao had already walked to her seat and sat down.
In the courtyard, the sword intent of Chen Jian and the demonic energy of Ying Shixue were locked in a stalemate, dividing the surrounding area into two worlds.
On one side is extreme white and frost, on the other side is extreme darkness and ink.
"Let Chen go," Fu Yunyao called again, coughing lightly due to her weakness.
The Dust Sword obediently landed back beside her, humming as if to please her, before transforming back into an accessory and resting on her waist.
Ying Shixue narrowed her eyes and withdrew the overflowing demonic energy.
Mo Beili finally breathed a sigh of relief. She tugged at Ying Shixue's sleeve and spoke apologetically to Fuyun.
"Sister, he didn't do it on purpose. I know you would never hurt us."
Fu Yunyao's chopsticks didn't stop; she spoke calmly, "Demon?"
Mo Beili immediately shut up.
She didn't respond, which didn't surprise Fu Yunyao. "This demonic energy is much stronger than that of the Demon Lord of the South Sea back then. However, it seems you can't use your full strength? Is it sealed, or are you holding back?"
The boy did not reply; only the sound of branches swaying in the wind remained in the courtyard.
Fu Yunyao put down her chopsticks, her gaze falling on the young man. After a moment, she chuckled softly, "Why don't you tell me how you ended up here?"
Mo Beili pursed her lips and glanced at the person beside her. She had a feeling that her sudden appearance here with him must be related to Ying Shixue.
Ying Shixue yawned, tilted her head to look at the girl with a complicated expression, and slowly formed a question mark in her mind.
He found it somewhat amusing. "I don't know why I suddenly ended up here. I don't even know where this place is."
"Oh right." Mo Beili, reminded by him, asked, "So, where exactly is this place?"
A gentle breeze blew by, causing Fu Yunyao's plain white robes to flutter lightly. The soul bell on her wrist emitted a clear and melodious sound. She slightly raised her eyes and spoke softly.
"The Western Border, Baiyujing."
...
The last rays of the setting sun shone down on the chessboard on the table.
"It's been so long since we've sat down to play chess like this." A black piece was placed, accompanied by a soft sigh.
The other person held a white chess piece between his fingers. Upon hearing this, he raised his eyes slightly and said, "Master, come back to Kunwu Sect with me. I will accompany you."
Qingwu found it amusing. "Go back? I have more important things to do."
"Something more important?" Wen Ci placed the chess piece in his hand down. "Does it mean opening the seal on the Demon Realm, plunging the mortal world into danger, and then luring Yun Yao here? What exactly do you want to do!"
Qingwu narrowed her eyes. "Are you accusing me?"
"Master, let's stop." Wen Ci said, looking at the stalemate on the chessboard.
"Stop?" Qingwu stood up, dropped the chess piece in his hand, and broke the chessboard.
He scoffed, "I'm about to succeed, why would I stop now! I'll be able to see her again soon..."
"Her?" Wen Ci murmured, "For one person, you'd..."
"Alone?" Qingwu flicked his sleeve. "You don't understand anything. If you were in my situation, you would have done the same!"
“I can’t,” Wen Ci retorted, standing up as his blue disciple robes swayed with his movements.
He said, "I know you want to revive the Sect Master Mu and also want to reforge a heavy sword for her."
Ever since Fu Yunyao mentioned that several sect leaders had participated in opening the Demon Realm seal, he had been investigating. Until seven days ago, on the eve of Fu Yunyao's departure for Baiyujing, he suddenly received a message from Qingwu, telling him to return to the sect.
It was such a coincidence that he couldn't possibly not be suspicious.
"In your cave, I found ancient texts about resurrection, and also, the story of forging a sword with one's own body..."
Wen Ci was his only disciple, and he had never been wary of him.
Wen Ci still remembers the shock she felt when she walked into his cave without any hindrance.
“You knew I was investigating you, so why…”
His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and every word he spoke was exceptionally difficult.
Under the setting sun, they faced each other, one filled with grief and indignation, the other with indifference.
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Author's note: Snowball is quite easy to coax (?), and she's still a little kid who's never been exposed to the outside world.
A relatively heartwarming chapter~
I've written about a little interaction between Liao Liao and Yu Yu before, it was so heartwarming, I really liked it~
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Following the fantasy drama "My Senior Brother Can't Be a Villain"
"I only want my bright moon to hang high."
[The headstrong, sword-wielding prodigy junior sister vs. the gentle, fallen senior brother]
The only daughter of the number one swordsman, the grandmaster of Yunmengze, the Immortal Lord Guixu, and a highly anticipated new generation swordsmanship genius, is actually...
Danxiu.
Wen Nanxun disliked Guixu Immortal Lord, and also disliked the sword talent she possessed that originated from him. In the vast Yunmeng Marsh, the only person she liked was her senior brother.
My senior brother is like the high-hanging moonlight; he is gentle and tolerant.
The hand that held the sword could also pick up a pen to copy Zong Gui's memorial for her when she was being punished.
While traveling down the mountain, he never forgot to find the best medicinal herbs for her alchemy.
He would gently stroke her hair and talk to her.
"Sui Sui, your senior brother favors you."
Later, amidst the falling snow, the young man's white robes were stained with blood, yet he still stood in front of her.
He blocked the barrage of deadly attacks and led her through the formation.
Wen Nanxun was carried on his back, step by step, he walked very slowly and very steadily, leaving bloodstains on the white snow.
The girl's forehead was pressed against his neck, and her palms were covered in warm blood that didn't belong to her.
She spoke, her voice extremely soft.
"Senior brother, teach me swordsmanship."
She only hoped that her bright moon would hang high in the sky.
Until rumors spread that the once glorious and outstanding leader of the new generation of swordsmen, Senior Brother Yunmengze, was a demon god reincarnated and would surely harm the world.
They said that their senior brother had slaughtered a town at the foot of Yunmengze.
Wen Nanxun, who was traveling, did not believe it.
Demon God?
Her senior brother sent her a message yesterday, reminding her to be careful in everything.
She sneaked back into the sect.
She wanted to save her senior brother.
That day, she carried her sword, its blood-stained blade pointing directly at her former fellow disciples.
"I've come to see my senior brother."
"I want to see a clean and innocent Shen Yunjian."
*
When Shen Yunjian was sixteen, his master brought back a little girl. The girl was only five years old, and her eyebrows and eyes vaguely resembled those of the Immortal Lord Guixu.
One day, when Shen Yunjian returned from his training trip down the mountain, the girl's low sobs echoed in the courtyard under the sparse moonlight.
Shen Yunjian silently gazed at the small figure under the pear tree.
Finally, he knelt down in front of the girl and handed her the carefully wrapped pastries.
Shen Yunjian gained a junior sister. The junior sister was extremely talented, but she preferred alchemy to swordsmanship.
But it doesn't matter, he can always afford to support his junior sister.
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