Chapter 91 91 Reunion "Happy coming of age, Jinsong."...

The first year of the spiritual recovery, February 13th, 0:34 in the morning, Longyuan Academy, Wen Qingsheng’s dormitory.

Gu Minghui, who had just finished taking a shower, pushed open the dormitory door and walked in while wiping his wet hair: "Any news?"

Wen Qingsheng finally turned his gaze away from the mobile phone screen and blinked his dry eyes hard.

The bizarre images in the short video could not erase the afterimages left on his retina by the warm and colorful lights of the Lantern Festival. The memory of those lights, like the afterglow of the festival, still flickered before his eyes.

He looked up and noticed for the first time how dimly lit the dormitory was.

Wen Qingsheng scrolled down the empty message page for the umpteenth time, then shook his head: "Still nothing."

"The internet is full of news about the recovery of spiritual energy." As he spoke, he handed the phone to Gu Minghui.

The "Practitioner's Covenant" clearly stipulates that it is not allowed to expose anything related to practice to ordinary people. However, right now, various self-media platforms are flooded with videos recording chaotic scenes caused by abnormal increases in spiritual energy: monsters attacking humans, plants destroying urban infrastructure...

The Longyuan Academy group of students was already in an uproar, with all kinds of discussions and speculations flying around. However, Wen Qingsheng put them all on DM and waited for a piece of news.

Gu Minghui swiped his phone silently for a few times, then handed the phone back to Wen Qingsheng, saying in a heavy tone, "The Foreign Affairs Bureau probably can't spare any manpower right now."

Wen Qingsheng sighed tiredly, feeling like something was slipping away from his body.

He had taken off the clothes that were stained with fireworks and dust at the Lantern Festival and changed into dry and comfortable pajamas. The date on the lock screen of his phone showed that a new day had arrived.

But his soul seemed to be still stuck in that night a few hours ago when the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and he couldn't extricate himself.

"I know," he murmured.

The lights in the dormitory were so bright in the early morning that it was blinding.

The balcony door was gently opened with a slight sound. Yan Xiao walked in with slightly tired steps.

The spiritual energy suddenly revived, and the outside world was in great chaos. For safety reasons, Zuo Langning and Yue Jingting decided to send the three of them back to Longyuan Academy.

Normally, Yan Xiaoling should not be allowed to enter the boys' dormitory. But on such a night filled with fear and anxiety, she was obviously not ready to return to the empty dormitory alone and face the loneliness and silence that might come.

"How are your family members?" Gu Minghui looked up and asked concernedly.

Yan Xiaoling walked over to the two of them and leaned tiredly on Wen Qingsheng's desk: "My aunt went back to accompany me, everything is fine."

The dormitory at Longyuan Academy is a double room, but the three of them gathered on one side of the room without any prior arrangement.

Lin Jinsong's lifeless seat was left alone on the other side, as if it separated the worlds of life and death.

He was the one who helped pack the luggage to be sent to Lingzhuan Temple. Wen Qingsheng thought aimlessly.

Lin Jinsong didn't bring much with him when he came. After removing the pillowcases and bedding and taking away a few pieces of clothing, there were not many signs of life in this place.

After all, he only stayed here for a short month.

Lin Jinsong, the man who left a deep mark in their lives, rescued Yan Xiaoling and Gu Minghui successively, and guided Wen Qingsheng onto the right track.

At the moment when they suddenly transformed from ordinary people into practitioners, at the moment when they were full of confusion and expectation, Lin Jinsong was the guiding light.

All in all, this story that started with him lasted only half a year.

"That's it..." Gu Minghui interrupted the second half of the sentence.

Did he really die like this? Is this the end of the story?

It should have continued.

They should have continued to laugh together, accompany each other, and work towards their goals together even if they were in different places.

Even if we have to go our separate ways one day in the future, it should be in the distant future.

Not now.

Wen Qingsheng felt a little cold.

Under the pale light, his thoughts seemed to freeze, and he almost fell asleep. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but it seemed as if it was blank.

Until Yan Xiaoling broke the silence hesitantly: "Brother Qingsheng, that..."

"My aunt said that the potted plant you asked me to look after has withered due to the impact of spiritual energy."

Aura Resurrection Year Zero, October 12, Dormitory.

"Want to buy a potted plant?" Lin Jinsong, who was busy doing something on the computer, turned his head.

Wen Qingsheng nodded and replied, "I think it would be more lively if we put some green plants in the dormitory."

He planned to live in the dormitory of Longyuan College until graduation, and then move out after finding a job. Since he was going to live here for a long time, he naturally wanted to decorate this small space well.

Lin Jinsong suggested: "Why not ask the seniors who are studying spiritual plant cultivation to see if they can give you a pot?"

"No thanks," Wen Qingsheng thought for a moment and added, "I want something more ordinary, easier to maintain."

Lin Jinsong stroked his chin and suggested, "How about succulent plants? They are both beautiful and easy to take care of."

Wen Qingsheng: "Then let's order more succulents. I'll order one online... Hey, how do I fill in the address here? I can't ask them to deliver it to Penglai."

"Thank you for the trouble. Here is the link to fill out the application form." Lin Jinsong picked up his phone and said, "I'll send you the relevant requirements..."

The first year of the Reiki Recovery, afternoon of September 21st, Jinwuyuan Tea House.

When these students, who were originally strangers, suddenly burst into tears and rushed towards Phoenix desperately, he was indeed shocked by this sudden emotional outburst.

Despite this, he instinctively opened his arms and hugged the three people who were hugging him tightly, and then he unexpectedly understood the meaning of their sobbing and incoherent confessions.

In Su Yunyao's eyes, Ning Changkong's reaction to his identity being exposed was unusually calm.

He simply responded in a calm tone: "Yes, it's me."

Before I could say the next word of apology, I was blocked by the increasingly intense crying.

Maybe he had already made preparations, Su Yunyao thought to himself.

The usually calm Phoenix was interrupted again and again, and rarely was he so calm. He clumsily and helplessly wiped their tears with his sleeves, and said in a panic: "Why are you crying? I'm fine... I'm back, shouldn't you be happy?"

Amidst her "happy" responses mixed with sobs, Feng Huang's expression became more and more helpless. Su Yunyao silently handed her a pack of napkins.

Ning Changkong didn't say much, just whispered thank you and gave a look for help.

Su Yunyao immediately knew that Ning Changkong did not blame her, and a huge stone fell from her heart. She shrugged happily, clasped her hands, and prepared to watch the show with a schadenfreude attitude. She was not prepared to help tear off the three people who were clinging to him and crying.

Ning Changkong showed an expression of mixed surprise and betrayal, and Su Yunyao began to worry about his homework for the day.

But today, Phoenix's expression management was unusually poor, and the little fox quickly regained his sanity.

She will go back to Longyuan Academy to study tomorrow. It is impossible for the teacher to follow her to the academy to assign her homework, right?

Moreover, she glanced at the side again. Bai Xian was trying hard to maintain the image of a senior, trying to hold back his tears, but he was also eager to join in this emotional outburst and get a hug.

Besides, there was Senior Bai Xian to protect him. Su Yunyao made up his mind and looked away.

A smile appeared on her face without her noticing it. Su Yunyao suddenly realized that he did not feel the guilt or uneasiness he had expected, but instead was filled with joy and relief.

Yes, that’s right—human life is very short, so we must cherish it.

Su Yunyao raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a warm smile.

Aura Resurrection Year Zero, November 5th, Dormitory.

"Hello - Qingsheng? Brother Qingsheng?" Lin Jinsong's sleepy voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, I'm here." Wen Qingsheng held the phone between his shoulders and opened the suitcase. "What are you taking with you?"

After being seriously injured, Lin Jinsong was sent to Lingzhuan Temple for recuperation and was expected to stay there for a while. Therefore, a few days after he woke up, he remotely instructed Wen Qingsheng to help him pack his luggage over the phone.

Washed clothes, snacks... Wen Qingsheng carefully packed them one by one while asking with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

In fact, he could tell that Lin Jinsong was not in good condition. The person on the other end of the phone could not say much before stopping to catch his breath, and his reactions were always a beat slower.

"The surface of the wound has healed, but the internal injuries will take time to recover." On the other end of the phone, Ning Changkong, who had just completed treatment, was lying on the bed, trying hard to restrain himself from pressing his hands into his aching abdomen.

It's really annoying to be in pain all day long.

"I'm still receiving treatment, but you should be able to come see me in a few days," he added.

Wen Qingsheng zipped up his computer bag and asked carefully, "Are you going to Lingzhuan Academy? I heard from Master Zuo that Lingzhuan Academy is planning to lock you up."

Ning Changkong was silent for a while, wondering whether it was Yue Jingting or Zuo Langning who had problems with their ability to express themselves.

He sighed. Never mind. It seemed like there was something wrong with both of them.

"It can't be said that I'm locked up..." Ning Changkong explained, "Lingzhuan Academy hopes that I can stay and become the apprentice of their master. It's that simple."

"Oh." Wen Qingsheng held the data cable in his hand, "Will you go?"

"I think so?" Ning Changkong turned over carefully in bed, then grimaced in pain. He put his phone away and paused for a moment before continuing: "I feel like I can learn more there."

"And I think they all like me very much... Maybe I can become their disciple and go back to Longyuan Academy to study, instead of staying in Lingzhuan Academy." He said in a relaxed tone.

Ning Changkong then brought up a topic that he was more concerned about: "I heard that Master Zuo specifically asked to take you to Kunlun."

"Yeah." Wen Qingsheng switched his shoulder to hold the phone and glanced at the luggage he had packed.

He was going to Kunlun today, and then gave Lin Jinsong's things to Zuo Langning, asking her to take them to Lingzhuan Academy.

Wen Qingsheng hesitated, and finally asked the question in his mind: "I'm wondering if I should strive to enter the Yuxu Sword Pavilion?"

After all, Yuxu Sword Pavilion is a very powerful sect, and many independent cultivators are fighting hard to get in.

Ning Changkong analyzed seriously: "There is no rush to decide now. You can study hard and experience it first."

"I think although Mistress Zuo looks cold, she has a good personality. Even if it's just an exchange and you're not ready to formally become her disciple, she will teach you well." He continued.

"Do you want me to go?" Wen Qingsheng asked subconsciously.

"Why are you asking me about your own business?" Ning Changkong snorted, but then softened his tone, "Just do what you like."

Wen Qingsheng closed his suitcase, stood up, and scanned his desk. Most of the other things had been cleared away, leaving only the lonely pot of succulents.

"What should I do with my potted plant?" He scratched his head. "Is Kunlun too cold for it?"

"There are many ways. I can teach you how to draw some heat-generating talismans later." Ning Changkong said lightly, "But succulents are easy to grow. Maybe it would be okay for you to just stay in the dormitory for the winter break."

"No, I'm worried." Wen Qingsheng said firmly.

Ning Changkong tilted his head and said, "Then why don't you find Yan Xiaoling and ask her to help take care of him?"

Wen Qingsheng thought about it and agreed to this method.

"Succulents are really easy to grow. There's no need to be so meticulous." Ning Changkong teased him.

Wen Qingsheng tapped his toes on the ground awkwardly, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the potted plant, but his tone was firm: "I just... have this one potted plant."

He has only a few things, so he has to cherish every one of them.

The first year of the spiritual recovery, at the end of April, in Wen Qingsheng’s dormitory.

Wen Qingsheng packed his luggage again. He took Zuo Langning as his master and planned to spend the Labor Day holiday in Kunlun.

Gu Minghui, who came to visit, saw the familiar yet unfamiliar pot of succulents on the table and asked curiously, "Didn't your pot of succulents die some time ago?"

"It died," Wen Qingsheng said without raising his head, taking out the insulated flower pot he had prepared long ago, "I took out the fallen leaves and replanted them. If you take good care of it, the leaves of succulents can also grow roots again."

Gu Minghui exclaimed in amazement: "What a hassle."

"It's none of your business."

The first year of the Reiki Recovery, afternoon of September 21st, Jinwuyuan Tea House.

The aroma of tea slowly filled the air. The warm tea flowing down the throat calmed the emotions a lot, and the tears of several people gradually stopped.

Behind the rising water vapor, the bird smiled gently and tolerantly, patiently answering every one of their questions. His voice was calm and powerful, revealing a wisdom and depth beyond his age.

"I am originally a child of the Phoenix. In order to gain more knowledge, I took the initiative to enter the human world to gain experience... Yes, the name Lin Jinsong is a pseudonym."

"Why did the Resonant Spirit Jade break? Perhaps it was the process of the Phoenix's Nirvana that caused it to make a wrong judgment." He explained lightly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"That was my first time in Nirvana, and I didn't handle it very well. When I was just resurrected, my memory was like being shrouded in fog, and it wasn't very clear."

"It was only much later that I recalled everything bit by bit. So I'm really sorry that I didn't get to know you all this time."

“I am really glad to meet you and make friends with you during this short journey.”

When Gu Minghui tried to dig deeper and ask what exactly happened when he was abducted by Phoenix, an apologetic smile appeared on Phoenix's face.

Yan Xiaoling quickly understood, and gently held down Gu Minghui and Wen Qingsheng, signaling them with eyes and gestures to change the subject.

This is not something they should know, Yan Xiaoling told herself. Do you want to hear the secrets of the divine beasts, or the secrets of the Hundred Birds?

However, as the excitement and enthusiasm of the reunion gradually subsided, Yan Xiaoling felt an indescribable chill creeping up her heart.

Yan Xiaoling felt that the Phoenix suddenly became strange.

No, it was very strange.

A strange name, a strange appearance, a strange identity... Everything related to the phoenix is ​​strange to them.

The only person they knew was the fake identity "Lin Jinsong".

After all, they had only known Lin Jinsong for about a year, even including the time after his death.

What is a year to a long-lived divine bird?

The resurrection from the dead became an unspeakable knot hanging between them, and Yan Xiaoling felt like she had something stuck in her throat, unable to let it go. She couldn't help but think about it carefully:

The phoenix appears in the world with an attitude of being obedient to humans and giving them whatever they ask for.

In the face of human accusations and malice, he rarely defends himself, always nonchalantly shielding others from pain, and is even willing to sacrifice his own life for others.

It's like being born to sacrifice oneself to illuminate others.

Lin Jinsong was like this, Yan Xiaoling thought. He saved Yan Xiaoling and Gu Minghui, and he saved the college students at the cost of his own life during the midterm exam.

...Are they really that special? She couldn't help but ask herself. Maybe they were just the lucky ones who happened to be taken under the wings of the phoenix, or just passers-by in his short training career?

Wen Qingsheng's words were like a flood that broke through the dam, pouring out his long-hidden thoughts. Every sentence revealed his cherishment of this friendship and his nostalgia for the past times.

Phoenix's expression was a mixture of apology and sadness, but she didn't say anything more in response.

Wen Qingsheng seemed to have a lot more to say, but he didn't know where to start. He could only rub his hands nervously, his eyes unconsciously turning to Yan Xiaoling, seeking her help.

What should I say? Yan Xiaoling was confused and suddenly lost for words.

Can the immortal phoenix understand the coldness of death? Can he empathize with the pain and heartbreak of losing someone important to humans, and understand the joy of regaining what was lost?

Instead, Ning Changkong smiled and gave the stage. He cleverly changed the subject: "How was today's sect competition? Did everything go well?"

Half an hour later.

The tea has grown a little cold.

Bai Xian poured new tea, and Ning Changkong took a sip symbolically. The body of the phoenix could not taste anything.

"It's getting late. Eat something before you go." He stood up with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of ease and concern. "I'll go cook. After dinner, Bai Xian and I will take you back to school."

After the dramatic reunion performance, the rest is still the triviality of life.

Ning Changkong walked out of the tea room. Although this body did not really have a structure that needed to breathe, he still felt relieved.

The biggest advantage of the appearance created by spiritual power is that you don't have to worry about your face becoming stiff from maintaining the same expression for a long time, but it is too troublesome to control the details, and I don't know if there are any mistakes in the performance just now.

Ning Changkong was about to walk towards the kitchen when he was stopped by a voice.

**

If we could meet again, what would we talk about? Wen Qingsheng pondered this question more than once.

After all, a cemetery is not a place that can be visited often, but every time Wen Qingsheng swept Lin Jinsong's grave, he found that there seemed to be less and less things he could say.

Life goes on, and the people and things of the past seem to be left behind.

But there is one thing, and only one thing, that must be said no matter what.

"This is the eighteenth birthday present I prepared for you." Wen Qingsheng carefully took out the plain amulet from his pocket with his sweaty hands.

An amulet he made himself.

He always keeps his expectations low and has never owned many things, so he cherishes every one of them.

"Happy adulthood, Jinsong*." Wen Qingsheng said solemnly.