Chapter 347 Special Person
For Xue Mushi, it was just a brief, unconscious moment.
As his consciousness gradually awoke from the chaos and nothingness, the first thing he saw was that cluster of flames. That small cluster of flames was serene and elegant deep within his soul, like a still painting, yet it drew him ever closer.
Xue Mushi sat cross-legged in front of the strange fire, staring at it quietly. In the warm, bright flames, he saw fragments of his past.
I can't remember my early childhood memories, and my memories from when I was three or five years old are just some vague fragments. I can't explain the causes and consequences. Many things seem to only be heard from my elders. I even wonder, was I really like that when I was a child?
Xue Mushi couldn't remember many things.
While his peers were pursuing their parents' approval, their friends' favor, or their spiritual goals, he was mentally blank, going through the same boring and monotonous routine every day.
Xue Mushi had no demands on others and no ambitions for himself. Even when he first learned that he had a fiancée he was betrothed to since childhood, and that she was a gifted, noble, and respected saintess of the Yin-Yang School, he simply thought: Oh.
I'm not good enough for you.
It's a bit troublesome.
How about we call off the engagement?
He looked at his parents, who were proud and pleased with the engagement, and silently swallowed his words.
Xue Mushi's life was very simple. During the day, he would go to the academy to attend classes. In the evening, he would return home, meet with his brothers and sisters, chat for a while, have a meal together, and then go back to his room to rest.
During my vacation, I would stay at home alone reading, occasionally dabbling in unorthodox arts, but my enthusiasm would quickly wane, and I would give up because of the hassle.
Accompanying his parents to banquets and chatting with friends from the National Academy, Xue Mushi inevitably found himself compared to his peers by his parents, and then realized that he was not as good as others, but he didn't think anything of it.
He lived an ordinary and peaceful life, but from some point onward, more and more eyes were drawn to him, and when people looked at him, their eyes were filled with: This is the saintess's fiancé.
The phrase Xue Mushi heard most often was "the Holy Maiden's fiancé." People who initially didn't care much about him gradually developed opinions about him, telling him, openly and secretly, that he was not worthy of the Holy Maiden.
Tu Miaoyi was too outstanding, with talent that surpassed that of her peers. She did everything perfectly and never disappointed anyone. The more people admired and praised Tu Miaoyi, the more dissatisfied they became with the mediocre Xue Mushi.
Xue Mushi also felt that this marriage was not good and that he was not a good match for her.
He had also struggled with this. Xue Mushi wanted to live an ordinary, stable, and trouble-free life.
The fact that his fiancée was Tu Miaoyi brought him a lot of trouble.
Friends who used to get along well suddenly become estranged, either gradually distancing themselves or verbally abusing him and even physically fighting.
Aside from people he knew, some strangers also harbored inexplicable malice towards him.
Xue Jiayue asked him to talk to Tu Miaoyi about these things, but Xue Mushi refused.
"Those people are targeting you because of her!" Xue Jiayue said angrily.
Xue Mushi said, "That's their problem."
It wasn't Tu Miaoyi who told them to do that, so it's not Tu Miaoyi's fault.
Was it my fault?
Xue Mushi was in a daze.
His mistake was that he wasn't good enough for Tu Miaoyi.
He was mediocre and ordinary, and indeed unworthy of the genius of the Yin-Yang School and the noble saintess of Taiyuan.
But should I therefore want to become special, gifted, or superior?
Xue Mushi didn't want to either.
Mediocrity, ordinariness, and stability are what Xue Mushi wants.
He didn't want change, he didn't want adventure, he didn't want a thrilling world.
So despite the many accusations, complaints, and insults directed at him, Xue Mushi remained obstinate and continued his stable and monotonous life.
Xue Mushi believed that the engagement would eventually end, and the Xue family did not even have the right to annul the engagement; they could only wait for the Tu family to speak up.
One day, he finally met Tu Miaoyi.
Tu Miaoyi asked, "Hey, they bullied you, why didn't you tell me?"
Xue Mushi paused for a moment, then said, "That doesn't count as bullying."
"What does that count for?"
Let's have a friendly competition.
Tu Miao frowned and looked him over for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing. Xue Mushi stood there, wondering what had made her laugh.
"Xue Mushi, do you hate me?" Tu Miaoyi asked him very seriously.
Xue Mushi shook his head.
Tu Miaoyi: "Say it!"
Xue Mushi replied earnestly, "I don't dislike it."
Tu Miaoyi's fiancé. This reputation did bring him a lot of trouble, grievances, and problems, but Xue Mushi did not dislike Tu Miaoyi.
When those people targeted him with malice because of Tu Miaoyi, Tu Miaoyi herself never harmed him, neither in words nor in actions.
Tu Miaoyi looked Xue Mushi straight in the eye and said, "I don't dislike you either."
No matter what others say, I don't dislike you.
Others said that Xue Mushi was not good enough for her, that Xue Mushi was mediocre and ordinary, and that he had made the young girl look bad. Tu Miaoyi heard these words just as much as Xue Mushi did.
They defended themselves, upholding her lofty, noble, and sacred image, believing that she shouldn't be with someone like Xue Mushi.
But Tu Miaoyi didn't like this kind of constraint.
Tu Miaoyi doesn't want to live up to others' expectations and hopes, thus going against her own truest thoughts and desires.
“Others think you’re mediocre or ordinary, that’s their opinion, not mine,” Tu Miaoyi said to Xue Mushi. “In my eyes, you’re very special.”
She is the first person in the world to say that she is special.
For the first time, Xue Mu couldn't help but blush in front of Tu Miaoyi.
Two children, whose appearances and talents are worlds apart in the eyes of others, one day begin to talk about everything and become the only people in the world with whom they can confide all their thoughts and emotions without any pressure.
Xue Mushi still disliked trouble, but he accepted all the trouble caused by Tu Miaoyi.
He wanted a stable and ordinary life.
I don't want to make any complicated changes.
Tu Miaoyi, however, prefers adventure and a thrilling world. In the contrast between these two extremes, they can miraculously find a balance, sit down quietly, smile at each other, and get along without any awkwardness.
Xue Mushi didn't want change; he wanted to go back to the way things were before.
"I want to go back to the time before the strange fire," the boy said to the flame deep within his soul. "I want to go back to those ordinary days."
As long as he grows up step by step, he will marry Tu Miaoyi and inherit the Xue family. If he doesn't inherit, it doesn't matter. He can cultivate slowly and reach the twelfth realm before the age of thirty. Then he can enter the National Academy as an instructor. He won't have to teach anything too complicated. He can teach ordinary people to write and paint, and he can also teach students who have just started cultivating to draw talismans.
After teaching at the National Academy for twenty years, if they still have friends after the age of fifty, they can travel around together. At that time, Tu Miaoyi should not be too busy. They can leave Taiyuan to see the outside world and then die at the age of sixty.
Xue Mushi didn't want to live too long.
Sixty years is enough.
In the blink of an eye, sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye. In this fleeting moment, people fight and struggle, suffer and endure hardship, while he was born with everything.
The blessings bestowed by Heaven must be repaid in kind during your long life.
Therefore, he is avoiding becoming a special person.
Avoid all talents, avoid being different from others.
Ultimately, however, he became a special person, both to Tu Miaoyi and to the world.
If you want to survive and get your life back on track, you can no longer avoid it.
To live an ordinary, unremarkable life, one must enter a thrilling and dangerous world to rebel.
Xue Mushi looked at the still motionless flames, and the sounds around him came from near and far. There were noisy sounds from inside the fire spirit ball, and there were also sounds from his past life in Taiyuan.
Only now did Xue Mushi truly realize that he had forever lost the word "ordinary".
Fate is unavoidable; no matter what, he will face the truth one day.
The boy's dark eyes were like stars in lacquer, his soul filled with vital energy, and a gentle, natural aura surrounded him.
Xue Mushi gently raised his eyes and looked at the naive boy sitting opposite him, who slowly transformed into a mature young man, a reserved middle-aged man, and an old man in his twilight years.
The Taoist secret is to return to simplicity and authenticity.
The aging old man eventually transformed into a bewildered child, gazing at Xue Mushi.
The cluster of flames separating them suddenly stirred after a long period of stillness.
The boy in the Xunlei Earth Mound slowly opened his eyes, his fingertips gripping the ground trembling, and streaks of lightning flashed around him.
Hearing Han Ziyang and the irritable man cursing him so passionately, Xue Mushi felt a little embarrassed and weakly said, "I'm sorry."
"Ancestor, you've finally come to your senses."
Unexpectedly, after hearing Xue Mushi speak, the two people's hatred turned into love, and they were so moved that they almost burst into tears.
The irritable man ordered him, "Looks like you're not going to die. You'd better crawl out of the lightning's range."
Yu Sui asked him helplessly, "How are you?"
"I won't die," Xue Mushi said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the fire spirit orb went out.
The three-day and three-night attack by heavenly lightning finally ended.
The young man stood up from the scorched earth, and the myriad heavenly thunders danced on the surface of his skin, yet were incredibly docile.
While many parts of the Xuan Gu Continent were already shrouded in darkness, the sky at the edge of the Northern Wilderness remained deathly white. Here, the clouds never fell or dispersed, the sunlight never shone down, the temperature was pleasant, and it was like spring all year round.
In the past few days, the man has been suffering from near-death pain caused by the Heavenly Thunder of All Things, repeatedly rolling off the chair and onto the ground under the eaves.
Now that it was finally over, he got up and went to take a shower, cursing. He was covered in sweat and smelled disgusted by it, so much so that he practically had to pinch his nose while he was washing.
The bath was filled with fragrant flowers, and the man submerged himself in the scalding water.
The distant mountain ridges gleamed faintly in the sunlight, and in the valley between the two mountains, a group of people were moving forward with extreme caution.
Leading the way was a young woman. After several days of travel, she looked extremely disheveled, her face covered in dirt, her hands chained, and her steps unsteady, as if she were seriously injured.
A Rakshasa sorcerer holding onto an iron chain threatened Jiang Shu: "You go first and make sure there are no problems with the flowers and plants in this valley."
Jiang Shu was pushed forward, her bare feet stepping on the soft soil and the cool petals.
Someone behind him mused, "This is a place most people can't easily come to. If he really is here..."
"What's that smell?" someone asked warily.
"poison?"
"Floral scent?"
They couldn't help but look down at the ground.
Jiang Shu felt a chill on her cheek. When she turned her head, she saw pink and white flowers drifting down from somewhere and brushing against her cheek.
The falcon cried out loudly, startling everyone in the valley who instantly activated their protective aura.
Jiang Shu looked up and saw a figure in white robes appear above a horizontal rock at the junction of the valley. The wind in the valley billowed his robes, outlining his tall, slender, and strong figure.
The jade ribbon that held her hair up fluttered wildly in the wind, a few strands of dark hair rose and fell around her red lips, and as they rose with the wind, they brushed past the pale mole at the corner of her eye.
The man had a sharp, slightly drooping chin, fair skin, a high nose bridge, and overly refined features, making it impossible to determine his exact age.
His amber eyes appeared even more transparent and clear in the sunlight, and his thick, curled eyelashes trembled slightly. With just a lowered gaze, he appeared to be compassionate towards all living beings, yet also aloof and sacred.
When the Rakshasa sorcerers on the ground caught sight of the white-clad figure on the horizontal rock, an indescribable fear rose in their hearts.
They had never seen what Ming Yueqing looked like, yet they all unanimously believed that the person before them was the legendary healer.
“Mingyue Qing?” Jiang Shu stepped forward instead of retreating, her eyes filled with hope. “Is it you? One of the Three Sages of Medicine…”
"Stop!" The Rakshasa sorcerer, who was holding onto the iron chains, pulled Jiang Shu back from walking forward.
"Let go!" Jiang Shu struggled while pleadingly looking at the man on the horizontal rock.
In the blink of an eye, the seeds that had fallen into the bodies of more than ten people in the valley exploded, and the budding medicinal flowers pierced through their chests, blooming into bright red blood flowers.
Jiang Shu swallowed the words she was about to say, looked down at the medicinal flower on her chest, and collapsed into a pool of blood.
In the blink of an eye, the entire group that had ventured into the northern wilderness was wiped out.
Mingyue Qing arrived amidst the blood-red aura and disdainfully found the Listening Wind Ruler, which connected to the outside world, on the corpse.
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