Chapter 21 "The Immortal Lord is just like that warm sun."...
Are there things on your mind that you can't let go of or can't get over?
Meng Chiwan fell silent, pondering the matter, but she couldn't think of anything in the world that she couldn't let go of.
Is it because you're afraid of dying?
It doesn't seem so. She knows she values her life, but if it's truly unfortunate, there's nothing to be upset about.
Therefore, she remained silent for a while before giving her answer: "No."
Yun Xianqing was still smiling, but the smile seemed a little weaker. Yet, she could clearly sense that Yun Xianqing seemed to believe her.
"No? Did Chi Wan forget or is she deliberately avoiding it? Perhaps neither. Perhaps Chi Wan has long been used to it and doesn't even realize that she has never truly moved on." Yun Xianqing was very patient, each word like a feather brushing past her ear, making her unable to resist listening carefully.
Even though he said that, Meng Chiwan still couldn't figure out what was so hard for her to understand.
"How about I take Chi Wan to look for her?" Yun Xianqing was not discouraged and gently guided her.
This is clearly the road to Mount Garan.
The immortal disciples who had gathered here had left, and the solidified barrier had dimmed as if it would dissipate at any moment.
Meng Chiwan reached out and touched the barrier, but felt no resistance. Clearly, the barrier wasn't meant to protect her.
It's been a long time since I've been here. The last time I came here seemed to be when I first found Yun Xianqing. Now, she and Yun Xianqing have been through several things together.
Indeed, things change in an instant.
At that time, she still wanted to abandon Yun Xianqing.
“Yun Xianqing, what do you remember about this mountain?” she asked him with a smile, her eyes brimming with laughter.
"I remember a longbow, like the moon in the sky. Later, I thought you were going to abandon me, and then I felt that the moon had dimmed." Yun Xianqing spoke slowly, seemingly in a good mood.
"Ah, you mean that? That's a transformation talisman. I love the longbow it conjures; it's shimmering and colorful, just like the moon," Meng Chiwan explained with a smile.
Yun Xianqing looked at her. Her delicate, lotus-like face was full of smiles, but her eyes always shone brightly, like the gentle moonlight shining on him.
This month is not the same as that month. Yet it is truly beautiful.
Therefore, he smiled and nodded slightly in response.
"What do you remember?"
On the long journey, Meng Chiwan picked up a twig and played with it idly in her hand. It was clearly a thin branch, but at this moment it looked like a sword.
"It was still a longbow. The arrow shot from that longbow melted the ice on my shoulder, making me forget the pain for a moment," Yun Xianqing said, his handsome face seemingly imbued with something, making him appear even more vivid.
He continued, word by word, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "At that time, I thought, how could someone be so foolish as to think of others when they are about to die?"
How could anyone care about others to this extent? Shouldn't people be selfish? That's only human nature.
Yun Xianqing thought to herself.
As Meng Chiwan walked and listened, she suddenly felt a warmth rise in her heart, like spring rain pouring down, carrying a sweet and warm feeling.
Yun Xianqing suddenly turned his head to look at her. A strange warmth welled up in his heart, but he didn't know why, it was definitely not his own emotion.
Therefore, he wanted to see what made Meng Chiwan happy.
He stared at her for a long time, but she didn't react at all. Only the emotions in his heart grew stronger and stronger, an inexplicable feeling filling his body and flowing through him, as if it were going straight to somewhere.
How strange. Yun Xianqing withdrew her gaze.
Meng Chiwan walked ahead, then seemed to remember something, slowed her pace, and waited for the person behind her to catch up with her in a few steps.
Such days seem quite nice. Peaceful and uneventful, without any major ups and downs. Meng Chiwan thought to herself.
A sharp vine shot through the air, heading straight for her pupil! It seemed poised to pierce her eye and steal her life!
All I could smell was the damp scent of grass in the air, and the sound of budding leaves rustling past my ears!
She tried to draw the talisman to conjure a longbow, but it was too late. Her wrist was grabbed, and the cool knuckles seeped into her heart.
But he always manages to appear by her side.
She rolled to her side, bumping into a warm chest, a familiar woody scent masking the grassy aroma in the air. With her left hand, she drew a talisman and tossed it into the air, then a crimson longbow was drawn back and swiftly shot towards the vine!
The vines tore in the middle and then wrapped around the sword, making a series of creaking sounds.
The grassy smell was stronger, and the dampness made it almost smell fishy.
The surrounding trees suddenly began to move, like a group of drunken madmen swaying back and forth in a brothel.
Meng Chiwan stood up and looked around warily. She could almost hear the sound of tearing silk in the air. She instantly became alert, as if she had been stung by something.
Yun Xianqing seemed to have some mud on him, and his hair was a little disheveled, but his face seemed unaffected at all, still looking calm and composed.
He said, "Chi Wan, protect me."
Meng Chiwan: "...Okay."
She didn't understand, but she was deeply shocked.
Her heart pounded loudly, pulling at the strings of her heart with each beat, each tremor a shock.
Suddenly, a branch silently climbed up to her ankle. Before she could even look down and react, she was lifted up and hung upside down!
The branches and leaves swept through the air, creating a sharp gust of wind, and then the crisp sound of the branches and leaves snapping in unison could be heard.
She plummeted to the ground, closing her eyes in anticipation of the pain, but was caught in someone's arms, warmth roaming over every point where they were connected. Even the howling wind seemed to pause briefly.
Then she looked up and met Yun Xianqing's indifferent eyes. He wrapped one arm around her, while the other hand was wrapped around the water sword, the other end of which was a dazzling flame.
Her fiery longbow was now tightly gripped in her hand, hanging beside the water sword. It and the sword were clearly incompatible, yet they were inextricably intertwined.
"Didn't we agree that you would protect me?" Yun Xianqing still had the leisure to chat and laugh with her at this moment, and his gentle tone should never have appeared under such circumstances.
Meng Chiwan gestured for him to put her down, then drew the bow again. The bowstring vibrated, and as the arrow flew out, the hair beside her ear was blown up.
She stared intently as the longest vine split open again, wrapping around the arrow. Then, flames suddenly ignited on the arrow, gradually burning it away.
She suddenly spoke up: "I suddenly remembered which body of water I'm trapped in."
She turned her head to look at Yun Xianqing. Yun Xianqing was focused, waiting for her to continue.
But then she suddenly laughed: "That's why I don't like water, I don't like rain. But the Immortal Lord is just like that warm sun."
She raised her hand and fired an arrow. Then she threw out another talisman and pulled out a longsword from it. The longsword sliced through the air like an oar cutting through water, making a whooshing sound.
Amidst the rustling of leaves, flames reignited on the longsword. She raised it and slashed! The flames danced, growing into a raging inferno!
Burn it! Burn it and you'll see the way forward!
The branches and leaves were burned, leaving not ashes, but withered bones. The blood was buried in the soil, turning to ash.
Atop the skeletons stood an old man, his face etched with wrinkles like irregular rings of a tree. He squinted at the two of them.
Meng Chiwan stood rooted to the spot, the tip of her sword pointing towards the ground, untouched by blood. The fire still burned fiercely, seemingly destined to burn forever.
“Nutrition…the best nutrient…two…” the old man began, his voice like the sound of withered branches and leaves being crushed on the ground, noisy and unclear.
Meng Chiwan tightened her grip on her sword. Then she turned to Yun Xianqing and said, "Immortal Lord, you must cover for me!"
Having said that, she drew her sword and charged forward, her tattered robes fluttering in the air like sacred feathers scattered and dancing.
Suddenly, a wall of vines grew around the old man, each vine surging and boiling like bubbles in a thick soup.
Even the ground began to grow the same vines, one by one, patch by patch!
The cage that had been formed seemed poised to engulf her at any moment!
Meng Chiwan looked around and found no place to cling to. Every tree and plant could become his claws and help her become what he called nourishment!
But it doesn't matter.
Someone will cover for you.
Let's take a gamble.
She closed her eyes, and her five senses were fully awakened.
It smells awful. It's so bothersome. The fishy stench in the air is getting stronger and stronger, making me want to vomit.
The tip of the sword held a faint spiritual energy, a trace of spiritual energy extracted from her spiritual veins.
Hopefully, this will be enough.
Her footsteps quickened, and she could barely hear the wind in her ears. She felt as if she were completely enveloped by a cage! It was a cage that she could never escape no matter how hard she ran!
The sound of branches scraping against leaves grew closer. The vines twisted and turned, as if trying to strangle her and absorb her into her very bones.
She ran as fast as she could, using all her strength, each breath a sharp, raw pain!
Yes.
Bone and blood.
We need to find the bone marrow.
The stench grew stronger and stronger; every breath felt like breathing through withered branches and rotten leaves, an unbearable stench.
Meng Chiwan finally stopped, and the tip of her sword pierced the vine!
A fishy, stench wafted up instantly, like the smell of rotten leaves accumulated over thousands of years!
She couldn't help but gag.
A note from the author:
I don't know if anyone's seen this, but I still have to apologize. I've been really busy these past few days, so updates have been slow. I'll try my best to update every other day or even more frequently from now on... [crying emoji]
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