Chapter 4: One Dream, Seven Years (I) (II)
(one)
My name is Ouyang Mingri. I was born with cartilage that makes it difficult for me to walk and was abandoned by my biological father when I was young.
My master adopted me and treated me as his own, but I still longed for the affection of my own flesh and blood.
I descended the mountain to search for my biological family, only to encounter my biological mother, who dared not acknowledge me. Hearing of my biological father's atrocities, I was overcome with grief and indignation. Caught between my father and my friends, my best friend and only sister died one after another. Later, even my brother, Yishan, whom I had spent every day with, sacrificed himself for me.
It’s in vain for me to claim that I can save the dying like Hua Tuo—I have great talents and can bring people back to life, but I can’t even protect the people around me.
Is my request too much?
I just want a warm home and a caring relationship. I hope everyone around me is well, without hatred or killing.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get what he wanted. Even after Bantianyue's death, and Choudoufu voluntarily surrendering the imperial seal and leaving the palace, his father still wanted to kill him, Miss Shangguan, and the others.
I don't want to face this situation, I really don't.
"Dragon Love Snow Heart!"
"Die!"
I spread my arms and stood in the middle resolutely.
"Compared to Hua Tuo!"
"tomorrow!"
My internal organs were torn apart and I collapsed in my father's arms.
Miss Shangguan gave me the resurrection elixir I had given her, and without hesitation, I stuffed it into my father's mouth. I never considered whether my father would still deal with Miss Shangguan and the others. Even if he was unkind and unjust, he was still my biological father. I couldn't just ignore him.
I used up my last bit of energy to save my father's life. Perhaps this was the first time I successfully saved someone close to me, at least I didn't have to watch him die in front of me.
Just this once, Ouyang Mingri will die without regrets.
(two)
When I woke up alive, I learned that Miss Shangguan's life was saved, but my father had gone crazy.
This result is undoubtedly the best result.
The savior was very mysterious and knew everything about everyone. Although she saved Miss Shangguan and me, she knew too much to be suspicious.
Is he an enemy? Is he a friend?
I found an excuse to take her pulse, but her pulse left me completely baffled. Not only did she lack any internal energy, but she also suffered from a decade-long loss of smell. I kept a close eye on her, hoping to gather some clues. But all signs indicated she wasn't suited to the world of martial arts.
Is she not from the underworld? If not, how could she know so much about our situation?
I have discussed this matter with my master many times, and have tried psychic communication, fortune-telling, and astronomical observations, but to no avail.
She simply appeared out of nowhere. I don't know why she appeared. She said she came for me, but I can't remember where I've seen her before. All I know is that she's very special.
For Miss Shangguan's safety, I asked her to pretend to be the Dragon Goddess, and she agreed.
Even now, every time I think about it, I regret my rude request. If she hadn't been involved, she might have withdrawn long ago.
However, this is fate.
She said it was her choice.
I truly long for a relationship of my own. I want a woman with a beautiful smile, a gentle heart, and a strong character. I hope that love can melt the coldness and loneliness in my heart.
But when a woman uses her blood to keep you warm, it doesn't feel good.
To save Miss Shangguan, she sacrificed her blood to the Phoenix Blood Sword. When she applied the medicine, two long wounds ran straight across her palms, which made me shudder.
Afterwards, in order to completely break away from the Shenyue Cult, she ran off to the outskirts of the city and committed suicide. Although I didn't witness that scene with my own eyes, from Sima Changfeng's few words alone, I could tell that she was determined to die.
Later, she used the name of a killer from the Shenyue Sect to eliminate dissidents for Bantianyue, but risked her life to send those talented people into the palace to be used by the court.
Later, she entered the palace as Jade-faced Begonia to assassinate Huangfu Renhe. Seeing that I was no match for her, she ran into my sword and surrendered herself.
In order to rescue the one who had escaped the death order, she risked her life to escape from prison and return to the Shenyue Sect despite her sword wound not yet healed.
This fearless attitude frightened me. She said she came for me. I didn't believe it at first, but gradually I had to believe it. Although on the surface, she never did anything for me alone, I knew in my heart that everything she did was to protect me and the people I cared about.
She knows what I am thinking. Her good intentions are touching.
However, this relationship often makes me tremble with fear. Before meeting Leng Yue, I always thought that giving everything for the one I loved, though hard, was a great thing. It wasn't until I met her that I realized that peace and tranquility are far better than a deep and unforgettable love.
In her, I saw a reflection of my past self. In the past, I was deeply in love with Miss Shangguan, willing to do anything for her, even risking my life for her. However, I had no idea how much pressure Miss Shangguan endured. I never considered it, nor did I want to. I was completely convinced that if I gave her everything, if she had no reason to reject me again, she would be mine. Even if I couldn't have her, as long as she could deeply remember my name and my love, I would die without regrets.
Maybe this is not love, but just another form of selfishness.
To save his father, Leng Yue is forced to confront Ban Tian Yue head-on. The consequences are predictable.
Feng Yan and I stayed at the Shenyue Sect headquarters for three days and two nights before we finally found a chance to rescue him. By then, Leng Yue was practically lifeless.
"Everything depends on her own luck," said the master.
I admit, this is the sentence I least want to hear.
I heard from Chou Doufu that she was the one who stayed by my side when I was unconscious. Now it's my turn.
It was the height of August, but Leng Yue's hands were as cold as ice. I held her left hand in my palm and rubbed it carefully. Two straight wounds ran across her palm, their color having faded. The new scar on her wrist, though healed, was still striking.
It was a clean, sharp scar, nearly separating her hand from her forearm. Leng Yue had no internal energy at the time, so only a deep scar remained. If she had used internal energy, she'd have severed her entire hand.
How determined must one be to die to be able to do such a cruel thing?
This is a mysterious woman, who came here with a mystery and left with scars. She is still incredible, but I no longer doubt her identity.
"I can feel that Leng Yue likes you, and you also like Leng Yue." Miss Shangguan said.
Perhaps she liked me, and I liked her too. This woman had a beautiful smile, a gentle heart, and a strong character. Her smile and words had already melted my heart without me even realizing it.
Leng Yue is the woman I like.
Perhaps I realized it a little too late. If only she hadn't been dragged into this grudge between the martial arts world and me, how much better it would have been.
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