Chapter 095: Blue Moonlight (Twenty-four)
Luo Qifang has always been straightforward and passionate. No matter what happens, she always moves forward courageously and never backs down, so naturally there is no need for her to be tactful.
Facing Chen Yunli's helpless little complaint, he spread his hands, his eyes full of innocence: "What's the point of being euphemistic? I have to make my feelings clear to you anyway."
Chen Yunli looked into his eyes and saw a heart filled with sincerity and openness. But the more sincere he was, the more their separation two years later seemed like a farce.
The "destined marriage" ordained by heaven and the plot tasks planned by the system will be tightly linked together into a weapon called fate, which will work together to suppress his feelings.
Chen Yunli was an insider of the conspiracy and could be considered a half-accomplice.
"Pearl?"
Luo Qifang was waiting for his answer, and she was mentally prepared whether to agree or refuse.
But Chen Yunli frowned slightly, as if he was troubled by something but couldn't say it, which scared him.
"Zhu Ji, what's wrong with you?" Luo Qifang took a step forward and then retreated hastily, asking helplessly, "Am I...making things difficult for you? Then just pretend I didn't say anything! Just pretend I didn't say anything..."
"...It's not your problem." Chen Yunli grabbed his hand, suppressed the guilt in his heart, and smiled at him, "Okay, I accept your feelings, but..."
Luo Qifang blinked, and the ecstasy that emerged in her heart because of his agreement was gently suppressed by the word "but".
"but?"
"But if you no longer love me, don't hide it. Tell me directly, just like you're doing now." Chen Yunli stared at him. "If you don't love each other anymore, we can both leave. It's not your fault. You don't need to worry or blame yourself for it."
Luo Qifang tilted her head. "Zhu Ji, you're really thinking too far ahead. A cultivator's lifespan is measured in hundreds or thousands of years. I won't change my mind so easily... and I don't think you will either."
Of course I won’t, but I… don’t love you.
This calm, almost cold thought popped up in Chen Yunli's mind. When Luo Qifang hugged him joyfully and gently, he raised his hand and gently pressed the back of his head.
"Zhu Ji, I need to confirm again." Having easily fulfilled her long-cherished wish, Luo Qifang felt inexplicably uneasy. "Do you like me?"
"Of course." Chen Yunli said. No one in the world would dislike Luo Qifang, even his enemy.
Luo Qifang smiled happily, feeling relieved, and rubbed Chen Yunli's temples like a happy big dog.
The wind whistled through the yard, shaking the green branches and leaves. The outline of white clouds stretched out from the tops of the trees. It seemed that every day in their future would be so high, broad and far-reaching.
Luo Qingsu's wedding was successful and smooth. The bride was very beautiful and had a good personality. Although she married into a wealthy family that she had never dared to imagine before, she was not at all inferior and behaved in an orderly and polite manner.
Chen Yunli and Luo Qifang stayed at the Luo family for three days until the aftermath of the marriage in the family had completely subsided, and then they said goodbye and left.
Before leaving, Luo Qifang took his father's token to the warehouse to get the bow that he promised to give to his sweetheart. His stepmother secretly gave him several precious treasures. Although the two were not close, they respected and cared for each other.
This is the best arrangement of fate.
After leaving the Luo family, Chen Yunli and Luo Qifang walked side by side on the path out of the city. The grass and trees were lush on both sides of the road, and the wind blew through the branches, almost splashing the rich and juicy green onto their clothes.
Seeing that there was no one around, Chen Yunli took out the bow given by Luo Qifang - Silver Moon Carved Snow, which was about three and a half feet long, with both ends pointing like horns, flashing with the sharp edge of a sharp weapon.
There is no string on the bow and no matching arrows. When using it, one needs to condense one's own spiritual power into a bowstring, and then the spiritual power of heaven and earth gathers on the string and condenses into an arrow. As long as the spiritual power is sufficient and the strength is strong enough, in theory, the person holding the bow is a human turret in the world of cultivation.
Moreover, this bow can greatly enhance the attack power of its holder. Chen Yunli had not yet used his full strength in the first arrow he shot, but the speed and force of the arrow were already close to the second level of the three tribulations, which was a whole level higher than his own strength.
Not to mention that this bow can be shrunk, using the curved corners on both sides for melee attacks. With it, melee archers are no longer just a meme, but a real "profession".
Chen Yunli has a bow in his hand, and as long as he is careful, he can dominate the current cultivation world.
"This engagement gift is so generous! I don't even know what to give in return." He held the bow in his arms, reluctant to let it go. Then he felt distressed. "Xun Gui, what do you want?"
"Everything I want is right here with me, in my hands." Luo Qifang took his hand openly, shaking it back and forth childishly. "If you insist on giving it to me, how about I owe it to you first? When I have something I like, I'll ask you for it."
Facing his bright eyes, Chen Yunli smiled and said, "Okay, as you wish—you are always so frank."
The two walked forward hand in hand. They could obviously travel thousands of miles away with just one spell, but they preferred to walk slowly like ordinary people, measuring the earth with their feet and walking across the sky.
"Zhuji, is there any place you want to go?"
"Not yet. Do you have any suggestions?"
"Hmm... After all this training, you've never fought anyone, right? How about I take you to the Snow Desert in the north to kill a few demons?"
"...We just got together and you're taking me to do something so exciting, is that appropriate?"
"Why not? Killing a demon brings peace to the human border. Using their blood and lives to witness our love, isn't this the unique romance of being a cultivator?"
"You're right. Remember to guide me when you kill the first one."
"certainly!"
This strange pair of Taoist lovers set out on the journey to the snowy desert. With just a few words, they kicked off the painful experience of the border demons in the next two years.
At the same time, the emerging Songfeng Academy, the old-fashioned Honglumen and other forces in the cultivation world have gradually come to the fore, vying with each other to add luster to this glorious world.
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The desert sands were like snow, each grain a flawless silver-white, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight. Even if rivers of blood were spilled and flowed across them, they would be quickly swallowed up by the shifting sea of sand, unable to even stir up a single wave.
This is the frontier of the human race, a Jedi where humans, demons and monsters bare their fangs and bite each other.
The sun hangs high in the sky, tirelessly releasing high temperature and strong light, illuminating all darkness.
However, the temperature three meters below the ground is close to freezing point. The closer to the surface, the colder it is, and it is even colder underground.
High fever and extreme cold create a stark distinction between heaven and earth, each engaged in a constant struggle. Because of this, the Snow Desert is filled with a thick, damp fog that alternates between hot and cold for ten hours a day, forcing ordinary practitioners and demons to carry special lanterns when traveling.
Of course, the three tribes that have reached the level of three tribulations can come and go freely without lanterns, but there are not many such strong people in the world, so lanterns are the most important strategic materials in the snow desert.
"Zhu Ji, be careful." Luo Qifang's voice came from behind him, condensing into a line and drilling into his ears, "It's coming."
Chen Yunli said nothing. He walked slowly in the white fog where visibility was almost non-existent. Beside him floated a glass-shelled heart-shaped lantern.
This lamp was bought by Luo Qifang. Just because he mentioned that this shape was considered a symbol of love in his hometown, Luo Qifang spent a lot of money to customize such a lamp shell.
Chen Yunli still remembers the expression of the lantern maker when he received the money. It was very funny.
The lights illuminated the road ahead, which was over ten feet in diameter. The forcefully expelled fog rolled like boiling water, mixed with rustling sounds, like the dense sound of countless reptiles' limbs rapidly hitting the ground, which gave people goose bumps.
Chen Yunli turned his face slightly, and his spiritual power flowed into his ears. Any slight movement within a radius of a hundred miles could not escape his hearing, and he needed to distinguish and locate the ones he was looking for among countless different sounds.
The sound of the wind from flapping wings, the long and gentle breaths, and the airflow caused by approaching.
Chen Yunli was carefully distinguishing when suddenly the fog behind him was split open by a sharp claw shaped like a long sword, which chopped down from above his head with an unstoppable momentum, determined to split him in half.
He instinctively spun around, flipped his palm, and the Silver Moon Carving Snow flew out of the air. The three-and-a-half-foot longbow shrank to the length of a short sword, accurately blocking the falling knife claws. The two collided and rubbed against each other, making a teeth-grinding sound.
A stone stirs up a thousand ripples. Before the sound fades, the monster, which has always been moving slowly under Chen Yunli's "monitoring", suddenly accelerates, like a giant bat, pouncing on his back with its fangs and claws bared.
At the critical moment, Chen Yunli exerted force with his arms to shake off the knife claws that were pressing on the bow. The bow body rotated and flew up in his palm, returning to its original shape. As he pulled the bow, the bowstring and arrow condensed, and he shot three arrows in a row at the monster's face.
He didn't even bother to check whether the three arrows hit the target. He gripped the bow handle and twisted it hard. The sharp double horns cut through the air, just blocking the knife claws that were slashing from both sides. The sound of metal collision was endless.
At the same time, the monster that tried to attack Chen Yunli at close range was unable to dodge the three arrows at all. One arrow hit its forehead, one hit its chest, and one hit its abdomen. The arrows turned into powerful spiritual power and exploded in its body, almost blowing it to pieces.
If the monster hadn't been so tenacious, this blow would have killed it.
But it also lost the opportunity to save itself.
Chen Yunli hooked the knife claw with the corner of his bow and dragged it and its body out of the thick fog. He pulled the bowstring to its full extent and shot several arrows at its vital points.
The claw itself was just a rat-like monster half the height of a human, with high attack and low defense. It was smashed into pieces and turned into mud by a few arrows from him.
Chen Yunli spun the bow again to shake off the bloody and filthy things above him, put the bow on the arrow, and gathered all his spiritual power into this arrow, piercing the chest of the monster on the ground.
"boom--"
After the loud bang of the ultra-high-yield artillery shell exploding, a hole was created in the thick fog, as if the sun had fallen there, and the air was filled with a scorching heat that distorted vision.
Chen Yunli loosened his taut fingertips and just breathed a sigh of relief when Luo Qifang pounced on him from behind.
"The 3,200th sword demon and the 1,200th bat demon were hunted successfully!" he reported happily.
Chen Yunli rubbed his face against his shoulder in amusement and said, "Are you still counting for me?"
"Of course!" Luo Qifang put her arm around his waist and said with a smile, "I brought you here for training. Since it's training, how can I not keep track of my progress?"
"Okay, you always have so many reasons." Chen Yunli flicked his forehead with his finger, with a smile and a hint of pampering in his tone.
Luo Qifang waited until he finished playing before jumping away with a smile. With a flick of her right hand, a black long sword with a conch shell tassel appeared and directly cut a tunnel-like hole in the fog in front of her.
"Today's trial ends here," he said. "I'll lead the way. Let's return to the city and rest early."
Chen Yunli nodded.
Looking at Luo Qifang's back, who was destroying a cloud of fog and a group of low-level demons with every strike of his sword, Chen Yunli followed his leisurely pace with a lantern in hand. He was accustomed to his strength and was neither surprised nor envious.
As of today, they have lived in the Snow Desert for one year and two hundred days. Excluding the more than two thousand demons killed by Chen Yunli, Luo Qifang has plowed through the territory three times with two swords. Countless demons have died under his sword, including two great demons and celestial demons whose strength is close to that of the virtual fairyland.
If Chen Yunli came here to hone the combat skills expected of an ordinary cultivator, then Luo Qifang was purely here to bully the weaker ones. His strength had improved astonishingly, and while on paper his stats were still stuck in the Void Immortal Realm, when fighting humans, demons, and monsters of the same level, there was always only one outcome: a crushing victory.
He is worthy of being the son of heaven, the system’s designated perfect rival for Chen Wenjian.
The male protagonist in the unparalleled grass-cutting novel is just like this.
During this year and more, Chen Yunli and Luo Qifang traveled hand in hand across the entire Snow Desert. Hunting monsters only took up a small part of their time. Most of the time they spent searching for and enjoying beautiful scenery, delicious food, and interesting things.
The sunrise in the northern border of the Snow Desert is magnificent, the river in the southern border is majestic, the eastern border has the cleanest snow and pool water in the world, and the western border has a unique land ocean. They also dug out the corpse of a mermaid in it.
The snowy desert is desolate and there isn't much food, but many of the strange-looking monsters taste pretty good.
On the first day they arrived at the northern border of Xue Mo, they encountered a tiger demon. Not only did the demon not avoid them, it even dared to mock Luo Qifang for looking like a gigolo.
Chen Yunli forgot how Luo Qifang dealt with it, but he only remembered that the roasted tiger meat that night was chewy and not sticky, and the tiger bone wine brewed the next day was not finished until today.
The Snow Desert is vast and theoretically can extend infinitely into the territories divided by the two demon races.
The farthest they had ever been was a city of the demon race, where they rescued a group of humans who had been captured and taken as food, set fire to the city lord's mansion, and killed the city lord's favorite son, a giant demon, and hung his head on the North Gate.
That was the first big monster that Luo Qifang killed. When the city lord chased him out, he hugged Chen Yunli and laughed loudly and fled three thousand miles away. His heroic spirit was beyond words.
It was a truly exhilarating and enjoyable journey.
Chen Yunli likes this kind of life very much. Luo Qifang is like the sky above his head. Under his protection, he can grow up freely and live happily.
Luo Qifang also liked it. His free life had an extra bond, but it was not confinement or shackles, but companionship.
Someone accompanied him to watch the sunset and sunrise, dig up the bones of mermaids in the land and ocean, eat roasted tiger meat, and chat about useless gossip.
Happiness is shared with others, anger is shared with others, love can be doubled, hatred can be halved, the world is vast and I am not alone.
Perhaps even a true immortal wouldn’t be freer than them.
At this time, they were in the Snow City in the southern border. Although the city was heavily guarded outside, it was prosperous and bustling inside, with small bridges, flowing water, carved beams and painted buildings, and it combined the northern and southern styles of human towns outside the border.
"Where are we going to eat later?" After entering the city gate, Chen Yunli put away the lantern. His right hand was tightly held by Luo Qifang, and his left hand held a wild fruit picked on the road. It was crunchy when he took a bite.
"Mingyue Pavilion!" Luo Qifang blurted out, and then added excitedly, "I heard they have a new chef, and their signature dish has been changed to raw butterfly fish. The fish is a river monster, and the tail meat is taken alive, cut into snow-thin slices with a sharp knife, and arranged into butterfly shapes. It's dipped in a special dipping sauce. It's delicious and has a smooth and chewy texture. Everyone who has tried it says it's great!"
Chen Yunli listened to him with a smile as he continued to introduce the newly discovered delicacies. When he suddenly paused and stopped talking, he looked at him in confusion.
At that moment, Luo Qifang inexplicably felt a strong and inexplicable urge in his heart, as if someone was roaring in his ear, telling him to turn his head, and reaching out to grab his neck, forcing him to look not far away to the right.
At the same time, someone under the lush locust tree looked back as if they had noticed something. A strong wind suddenly blew, and the locust flowers fell one after another, as if a dreamlike scene was created specifically for their meeting.
The moment he saw Luo Qifang, Sui Changsheng couldn't help but feel his heart beating like a drum, as if he was meeting an important old friend again in another life. As a result, the world was quiet, all things disappeared, and only that peerless beauty remained in his sight.
Luo Qifang felt similar to him, even felt... similar to when she faced Chen Yunli.
The only difference is that the latter is something that comes spontaneously from his heart after careful consideration, while the former is more like a white-haired old man opening his chest and pouring the emotion called being moved into his heart.
The name of the white-haired old man is probably Destiny.
He stared blankly into Sui Changsheng's eyes, and instinctively felt repulsed and frowned.
At the same time, Chen Yunli heard the long-lost system prompt sound:
"Luo Qifang and Sui Changsheng have met. They are destined to be together. Auditors, please be prepared."
Chen Yunli rolled his eyes and his gaze fell on the Honglumen's world-traveling man who was dressed in gray and white cloth but still couldn't hide his elegant appearance, and sighed.
It's not regret, but sympathy for Luo Qifang.
"How long will I chase him?"
"Just a symbolic attempt to retain him will be enough."
...The last sentence doesn't sound like a system's tone.
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