Chapter 141: Three Steps to Guanlan
A fairy island lies offshore, named Liuli. It houses the peerless swordsmanship of the swordsman Bu Changle, created centuries ago. The descendants of the Bu family, steeped in this swordsmanship, recruit disciples and followers, and their fame reaches far and wide throughout the Central Plains martial arts world.
After nearly a hundred years of inheritance, the only direct descendant of the Bu family in this generation is a boy named Bu Guanlan.
Unlike others, Bu Guanlan was precocious and intelligent. From the earliest memory, he understood the heavy responsibility he shouldered and the expectations placed upon him. At the age of three, he knelt before the ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall. His mother placed a wooden sword in his hands and solemnly instructed him on how to live his life.
"Guanlan, you are the young master of the Bu family, the next head of the Bu family."
"The side branch is restless, Guanlan, you have to make your parents proud."
"Although the Bu family resides overseas, their ties with the Central Plains must never be severed. Tomorrow, the Chu family's headmistress and her son will visit. You must befriend the Chu family's young master, Chu Yutang."
Bu family, Bu family, Bu family, Bu family, Bu family...
Bu Guanlan knelt in the ancient ancestral hall, surrounded by rising smoke, its layers of veil blurring the names of his ancestors on the tablets before him. Tall wooden pillars confined him, he opened his eyes and engraved these words in his heart, understanding that Bu Guanlan was inseparable from the Bu family. He would dedicate his life to the glory of the Bu family on Liuli Island. After his death, his bones would be cremated and placed in the ancestral hall, joining the dust of his ancestors.
He did not disappoint his parents' expectations.
He held a sword at the age of three, entered the martial arts hall at the age of seven, and defeated his father at the age of fifteen to succeed him as head of the Bu family, inheriting the Chaosheng Sword and presiding over the Bu family. He possessed a calm disposition, yet possessed a unique temper and a strong sense of promise. He would not easily lie to others, nor would he tolerate deception from others. His ruthless methods, including the execution of close relatives and several uncles, cousins, instilled a fear in the clan. Under his leadership, the Bu family's wealth grew, and nearly all of Liuli Island's property came under the Bu family's control. The people benefited from this, and therefore revered him.
Both fear and respect.
Luo Jiu, the swordsman who had grown up with him and was as close as a half-body, said to him, "Master, you should become like the glazed Guanyin that used to be enshrined in the ancestral hall. I heard that people on the island actually worship you during festivals."
Bu Guanlan looked at him, seeing how carefree and unserious he seemed. After a moment's silence, he said, "The theft of the Glazed Guanyin has not yet been resolved. Don't joke about it in the future. You also shouldn't go to the docks every day. It's a mixed bag there, nothing good there."
After saying that, Bu Guanlan turned and walked towards the Feiyan cliff.
The Bu Family Villa, winding across Liuli Island, was a vast, sprawling, and magnificent place. It was vast, with so many things and so many people that Bu Guanlan certainly didn't like some of it, but there were two things he was certain he liked.
One is the Feiyan cliff; the other is the Chaosheng sword in his hand.
Feiyan Cliff sits at the edge of Liuli Island, its solitary peak stretching across vast expanses of blue water. On clear days, as the first rays of sunlight pierce the eastern sea, Bu Guanlan would take Luo Jiu to Feiyan Cliff for sword training. Feiyan Cliff is a no-man's land. Everyone on Liuli Island knows Bu Guanlan frequents it, but they never approach unless necessary. Therefore, in the past, only Bu Guanlan and Luo Jiu would visit Feiyan Cliff. But that day, Bu Guanlan spotted a third person there.
The black hem of the dress hung down from a tree on the edge of the cliff. The woman sat cross-legged on the tree, and her shiny black hair mixed with the red hairband hung down, which was surprisingly bright.
Bu Guanlan stopped, frowned, and looked a little confused.
Who is this?
The woman obviously didn't recognize him. When she heard the noise, she hung upside down from the tree, glanced at him, and greeted him with a smile: "So early, practicing swordsmanship?"
Bu Guanlan moved his eyes and saw that the man had a long sword on his back, wrapped in layers of thick cloth.
The person in front of me is also a swordsman.
Bu Guanlan was always easygoing with swordsmen. His brows relaxed as he spoke, "Don't get close when I'm practicing with the sword." Chao Sheng's swordsmanship was domineering and fierce, and his internal energy fluctuated wildly like a surging tide, easily injuring anyone.
The female swordsman said nothing. She put her thumb and index finger together, made a strange gesture, and climbed up the tree again.
She had no intention of leaving, and Bu Guanlan stopped trying to persuade her. After all, Feiyan Cliff was a no-man's land. He plucked Chaosheng from Luo Jiu's hand. As soon as he pulled out the translucent black longsword, he keenly noticed the leaves on the tree in front of him shift, and that bright, smiling face appeared again.
Wen Yao stared at Chao Sheng and exclaimed loudly, "What a good sword!" His voice was clear, bright, and full of energy.
Luo Jiu, standing behind Bu Guanlan, found this intriguing and stared intently at Wen Yao. Bu Guanlan had already drawn his sword, his heart following his own. His gaze remained fixed, oblivious to Wen Yao's words. His internal energy flowed along the sword's edge, toward the point where the sea and sky met. He raised his arm, and his internal energy surged, a mighty surge of sword energy, accompanied by the cascading white waves below the cliffs.
The sword rises when the tide rises, so it is called the Chaosheng Sword.
"Pa pa pa pa—" Loud slapping sounds continued. Wen Yao bent her legs and hung on the tree branch, her whole body hanging down, with red hairbands wrapped around her hair and pressed against her cheeks. She praised loudly again: "Good sword!"
She really didn't know Bu Guanlan's identity, so her praise was sincere and would not make people feel uncomfortable.
Bu Guanlan was, after all, a gentleman raised in a martial arts family. He performed a set of sword moves, concealing all sharpness. The transparent blade rested on his arm. He looked up at the strange woman and nodded. His tone softened as he spoke again, "The weather at sea is unpredictable. Heavy rains are common here. It's best to leave as soon as possible."
"I just came up to see what the weather was like," Wen Yao said, rubbing her nose. "I'm not from the island. The caravan that brought me here said they were caught in a thunderstorm and couldn't leave for a while." This would have been fine on any other day, but she had several important customers waiting for her to deliver something. If she couldn't get back in time, the penalty would be enough to drain her family's savings.
The swordswoman's expression suddenly became somewhat awkward. She turned back and sighed at the endless blue waves. Bu Guanlan glanced at her, said nothing, turned around, sheathed his sword, and left Feiyan Cliff.
For the next two weeks, Bu Guanlan would go to the cliffs every morning to practice swordplay, without fail. Wen Yao would sit on a tree branch and watch him practice, without fail. By the last few days, she'd already brought her own food and tea, and Luo Jiu would also stand at the foot of the tree, reaching out to take the pancakes Wen Yao offered her.
These two people became familiar with each other quickly.
Bu Guanlan was not surprised. Although Luo Jiu was a bit eccentric, he was very popular with the girls on the island. The swordsman named "Wen Yao" also had a good temper. These two people got along very well together.
Thinking this, Bu Guanlan did not put away his sword after finishing his sword move. He turned his boots and the sword flew up, heading straight for Wen Yao. Luo Jiu was surprised. Wen Yao raised her eyebrows, held the pancake firmly in her mouth, and turned her back to draw the long sword on her back.
That was the first time Bu Guanlan saw the Xingyi Sword.
The sword rang out in bursts, and the fine sword light was like a sky full of stars. The sword flower bloomed like an autumn lotus, and the cold air was fine and impervious. The sword body was crystal clear and fierce, with long slanting lines on it.
Wen Yao raised his sword and steadily blocked the tip of Chao Sheng's sword. Even with the domineering power of Chao Sheng's sword, Ren could not advance an inch.
Luo Jiu was originally squatting on the side, but when he saw this scene, he pushed himself up with his knees.
There is some distance between the Central Plains and Liuli Island. The rankings on Bai Xiaosheng's master list have changed frequently recently. The Xingyi Sword Master, who has risen rapidly, is not well-known on Liuli Island.
Bu Guanlan looked at Wen Yao who was so close to him, his heart sank and he became a little wary.
Who would believe someone with such skill who had stayed by his side for over ten days watching him practice swordplay without any ulterior motives? Bu Guanlan didn't believe it anyway. The theft of the Glazed Guanyin was still fresh in his mind, and driven by duty, he couldn't help but wonder if Wen Yao was lurking on Liuli Island to join the Bu family, or if he had other motives.
Bu Guanlan's attacks grew increasingly fierce. He swung the Chaosheng Sword with great force, each stroke leaving deep marks on the ground. His thick, dark brows lowered, a searching look in his eyes that was incredibly compelling.
"Hey." At this time, he heard the person opposite him laugh and say, "Why are you still getting angry during a fight?" As soon as the words fell, the extremely beautiful long sword opposite, which Bu Guanlan thought could be compared with Chao Sheng's, suddenly hummed, and without dodging or evading, it faced Chao Sheng's sword head-on.
The two powerful and domineering sword energies collided with each other, and a strong air wave surged. Luo Jiu felt breathless as he stood by and watched.
Bu Guanlan couldn't discern the pattern of Wen Yao's moves. Wen Yao's attacks were at extremely tricky angles, his sword strokes flawless, and his overwhelming force, surrounding him so tightly that it was impossible to escape, easily intimidating. Even though Bu Guanlan wasn't afraid, he had no intention of retreating, and even with the rising tide of sword moves, he didn't retreat.
He and Wen Yao exchanged thousands of blows, each one learning the other's strengths and weaknesses, their attacks growing more brutal. It was unclear who was injured first, and by the end, blood was literally splattering everywhere. This wasn't a duel; it was a life-or-death struggle. Luo Jiu, watching from the sidelines, gradually lost his smile, becoming bewildered and apprehensive. But without Bu Guanlan's orders, he couldn't intervene.
Before that day, Bu Guanlan had never been defeated in the way of the sword, whether on Liuli Island or in the Central Plains. The Chaosheng Sword merged with the mighty waves of Liuli Island, and no one in the world could defeat him.
But that day, Bu Guanlan lost.
Wen Yao's internal energy was tireless, almost monstrous. With her final strike, the Xingyi Sword glided out like a ghost, striking Bu Guanlan's neck first. At that moment, the Chaosheng Sword's tip barely touched the fabric of Wen Yao's chest.
A fine line of difference means life or death.
Luo Jiu's face changed drastically and he drew his sword and came over here.
Bu Guanlan felt a pain in his neck, and the bloodstain quickly expanded. He didn't care about the pain because he could also hear the breathing and heartbeat coming from the other side. Wen Yao was obviously not at ease either. She leaned close to his chest and panted, looking depressed: "Brother, what did I do to make you fight me to death? Do you want to pay for your sword training?"
Bu Guanlan felt a little uncomfortable. He had never been so close to a girl before, even with their swords poised on each other's vital points. He ignored the risk of being sliced open by the longsword, raised his neck, stepped back a few inches, and reluctantly asked, "Who are you?"
"Who am I?" Wen Yao laughed. "You don't know who I am, and you're going to fight me? Your temper is even more unpredictable than the weather on this island."
Bu Guanlan said calmly, "With your skills, I find it hard to believe that you came to Liuli Island for no other reason."
Wen Yao was puzzled. "What do you mean by 'I have nothing to ask for'? Who said I have nothing to ask for? I came here with the Chu family's fleet to rest. I came here to earn their money."
"The Chu family? The Chu family from Bianliang Ghost Market?" Luo Jiu couldn't help but ask, "Are you a retainer of the Chu family? No, that's not right. With your skills, even if you were a retainer of the Chu family, you should be serving the master. Why would they let you join the caravan to transport goods?"
"I'm happy to deliver the goods," Wen Yao said, standing up straight and taking the sword away. "You care so much about Liuli Island, but who are you?"
Bu Guanlan also put down his sword.
The Chu family and the Bu family have always been on good terms. In recent years, he has become quite close to Chu Yutang, the new head of the Chu family. He plans to send someone to the Chu family caravan to verify Wen Yao's identity.
He was undeniably relieved to hear that the female swordsman across from him might not be someone who had infiltrated Liuli Island with ill intentions. In life, whether one meets a confidant or a rival, one should be happy. Meeting a peerless swordsman, and not being his current opponent, was anything more gratifying than that.
Bu Guanlan told the female swordsman his identity: "I am Bu Guanlan."
When people introduce themselves, "I am Bu Guanlan" and "My name is Bu Guanlan" are only one word apart, but the meanings are quite different.
Wen Yao carefully wiped away the traces of the Xingyi sword, not angry, as she'd fought so well. She walked under a tree, packed up the leftover pancakes and wine, and took them away. Before leaving, she heard the man in brocade clothes she'd been fighting with suddenly introduce himself. Without giving it a second thought, she waved him off, saying, "Bu Guanlan, Bu Guanlan... Fine! I already told you my name, and I won't be watching you practice swordsmanship tomorrow. You're no good, just hitting people without thinking."
Luo Jiu stood by and looked at his master with a speechless look on his face and Wen Yao who turned and walked down the cliff. He tried hard to suppress the laughter that was about to burst out.
When he returned that night, Bu Guanlan sent someone to find out Wen Yao's identity.
Liuli Island is located far offshore, under strict Bu Clan control. Only a few merchant caravans are allowed to enter and exit freely. One of these fleets is the Chu Clan's. Since overseas treasures cannot be transported all the way to the Central Plains, Liuli Island is needed as a resupply point. The Chu Clan wants to show some respect for Liuli Island. Luo Jiu, Bu Guanlan's swordsman and a highly respected figure on the island, personally inquires about Wen Yao's identity, forcing the captain to answer, even after receiving Chu Yutang's instructions.
He said it in a subtle way: "Miss Wen, that is a friend that our master values very much. He is a swordsman who has recently jumped into the top ten of Bai Xiaosheng's master list."
In the courtyard of the Bu Family Villa, Bu Guanlan chewed over the news carefully: "Swordsman? She is indeed a good swordsman. What is the name of that sword?"
Luo Jiu said: "Xingyi Sword."
Xingyi Sword, Xingyi Sword...it is a great sword and also a great name.
Bu Guanlan nodded: "Go prepare your things and come with me tonight."
Luo Jiu played dumb and said, "Things? What are you preparing? Where are you going?"
Bu Guanlan stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a golden crown and fine clothes, looking very majestic. He glanced at Luo Jiu and said, "I am not an unrighteous person." He had acted rashly before, so it was natural for him to visit him now.
So that night, the head of the Bu family came to visit the dock where the Chu family caravan was docked, and he was sincere in looking for Wen Yao.
Luo Jiu stood aside, talking to the head of the Chu family. Bu Guanlan was very patient, standing in the cabin on the first floor, looking up at the movement on the second floor. After waiting for a long time, the tightly closed door creaked open, and a series of very light footsteps came out.
Wen Yao was still the same, propping up her head and looking down at him. Her eyes were very clear, and the distinction between black and white was so sharp that when she glanced at him, Bu Guanlan felt as if someone had inexplicably pressed down on his heart.
"Patriarch of the Bu family?" Wen Yao's voice was lazy and there was no trace of embarrassment. "You didn't mean to do that. How could I accept these things from you?"
Bu Guanlan nodded: "Okay, if you don't want to collect it today, I'll come back tomorrow." After that, he turned to the others and said: "Throw it away."
He gave the order, and a large group of waiters immediately opened the window and threw box after box of jewels onto the ship. Each box was heavy and was instantly swallowed up by the blue waves.
Wen Yao leaned on the railing, his breath caught slightly, and he smacked his lips and said, "You really threw it away."
"If you don't want this gift given to you, you can only get rid of it." Bu Guanlan said.
He looked at Wen Yao and felt that he had a better understanding of Wen Yao's character.
Sure enough, Wen Yao scratched his head and stopped the last few boxes of jewelry.
"Alright, alright, take it." Wen Yao looked at him and said, "You're so rich that you're rushing to give money to others."
Bu Guanlan watched her put the box away. His throat moved, and he said to Wen Yao, "Will you come to practice sword tomorrow?"
As soon as he said this, the people around him were stunned and felt that something was wrong. Bu Guanlan's tone was too strange, his voice too soft, and there was too much expectation in it.
While others thought something was amiss, neither of the two parties involved noticed. Bu Guanlan thought that Wen Yao's swordsmanship was so advanced that if he could constantly spar with her, his Chaosheng swordsmanship would surely improve rapidly. Wen Yao didn't think much of it; she had heard this tone of longing for her to pick up her sword and strike people down too many times since she became famous.
In the martial arts world, no matter whether they were men or women, young or old, they would challenge her to a duel whenever they caught her. Wen Yao was puzzled as to why other people didn't have this problem. Was she the only one on Bai Xiaosheng's list of masters who looked easy to bully?
When she asked this, Bu Guanlan was sitting on a cliff polishing his sword. Beside him stood a table piled high with steaming pancakes and soup. Wen Yao finished fighting him, leaning on the Xingyi sword with his arm, and sighed. He lowered his eyes as he listened to Wen Yao's complaints, then thought for a moment and said, "If you had taken away some of their internal energy and injured their bodies during the duel, they wouldn't have bothered to keep pestering you."
Fighting in the martial arts world certainly carries some risks. Others don't approach fights with the same level of caution and restraint as Wen Yao. Compared to Bu Guanlan and several other senior masters, who rank among the top ten on Bai Xiaosheng's master list, Wen Yao is the easiest to track down and has a good temper. Those guys are martial arts enthusiasts, not fools, so they naturally enjoy following Wen Yao around, occasionally jumping out to challenge him.
His tone was cold and calm. Wen Yao smiled and drank a mouthful of hot soup, then changed the subject: "Hey, last time you said there was a valuable treasure left outside on Liuli Island, what was it?"
Bu Guanlan was so wealthy that he could even throw boxes of coral jewels worth a fortune into the sea. This abandoned treasure must have been unique, which was why the Bu family head was so concerned. She and Bu Guanlan had known each other for a while, and their relationship had quickly grown close. Having nothing better to do, Bu Guanlan took Wen Yao back to the Bu family villa for a stroll, and naturally, she learned about the theft of the Glazed Guanyin.
Bu Guanlan: "A few years ago, a retainer of the Bu family stole the precious glazed Guanyin statue from Liuli Island. This person wasn't from Tianshui. Rumor has it that he presented the Guanyin statue to the Western Emperor, earning him the right to serve the Emperor."
"Is this Guanyin statue important?"
"Left by Bu Changle." Bu Guanlan said succinctly: "My heirloom."
"You can't go to the Western Dynasty in person, so you plan to find someone to retrieve the heirloom for you?"
"The Guanyin statue must be taken back." Bu Guanlan said, "Xingqing is the capital of a country after all, thousands of miles away. I have to take care of the Bu family and cannot escape. I can only offer a large reward. With such a large reward——"
"——There must be a brave man." Wen Yao stood up from the ground, put his hands on the table and came to him. Bu Guanlan was stunned, holding his breath and looking at Wen Yao's clear eyebrows. After two moments, he stepped back a little uncontrollably and raised his neck: "What are you doing?"
Luo Jiu sat between the two people, stopped biting the bun, and stared at Bu Guanlan.
"I'm a brave man." Wen Yao said frankly, "I'm short of money, and I'm also quite good at fighting. Why don't you let me earn your money?"
Luo Jiu's eyes were piercing, and Bu Guanlan said calmly, "It's very dangerous to sneak into the palace to find the Liuli statue... Are you short of money?"
"Missing, missing, missing." Wen Yao nodded vigorously. She couldn't accept the jewelry Bu Guanlan had forced upon her. She had been forced to give it all back after several trips to Jin's house. This time, she was trapped on Liuli Island by a storm, unable to catch up with the other customers lined up behind her. Wen Yao had carefully selected a large order, but now she was facing a setback. The total amount of compensation was terrifying, and she couldn't afford it.
Bu Guanlan also remembered Wen Yao sighing while sitting on a tree branch, watching the sea, and frowned. The Liuli Island Master was wealthy and powerful, so he said without hesitation, "I'll pay it back for you."
"That's not necessary." Wen Yao waved his hand, stood up and stretched. "It's settled. When the storm is over and we can go out to sea, I'll go to Xingqing and bring you that heirloom."
Once Wen Yao spoke, it was unchangeable. Two months later, the assassination of the Western Dynasty Emperor shocked the world. Rumors circulated that Fei Ye Ke's martial arts skills were unparalleled, and he had led the Western Dynasty's Red Guards like a dog. Not only did he successfully cut off the Western Dynasty Emperor's ear, but he also humiliated the Red Guards from the city walls.
The night deepened, and Bu Guanlan could not sleep. Outside, the waves crashed, yet he didn't disturb anyone. He threw on his robe and sat alone by the window. The dim light blended into his features, making them look straight and beautiful. He sat like this until the lamp beside him burned to ashes, until Luo □□□, exhausted, approached him with a letter.
Bu Guanlan took the letter he had been waiting for all night. He unfolded the paper, and what caught his eye was Wen Yao's distinctive handwriting. The characters were slightly round, childish, and childlike. Yet, it was precisely this childlike handwriting that radiated a sense of dominance. Inscribed on it were these large characters: "Got Guanyin, boss, send the money."
Bu Guanlan let out a sudden breath and stared outside for a long moment before coming to his senses. After hearing the news about Xingqing, his chaotic mood calmed down, and he had time to think about what the money transfer meant.
"Master." Luo Jiu suddenly spoke from the side.
Bu Guanlan was nonchalant, thinking about how to give Wen Yaohe more money: "Hmm?"
"Do you like smelling girls?"
like.
"Um?"
Bu Guanlan suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Luo Jiu: "What do you like? What do I like?"
OK.
Luo Jiu nodded: "You like it."
"Nonsense." Bu Guanlan's heart trembled with fear, a strange, bitter throbbing pain piercing his heart. He raised his hand to press his pounding heart and scolded, "Wen Yao is a woman. Don't say such things so easily in the future."
Luo Jiu was helpless: "But my master, a person like Miss Wen will always be liked by people wherever she goes."
"Yeah." Bu Guanlan responded, "I know."
Luo Jiu continued, "Let's put aside other things. Just look at the fact that the ghost market owner of the Chu family wrote three letters a day. Do you really think he is just a friend to Miss Wen? If you don't speak up, Miss Wen won't know what you are thinking."
"Luo Jiu," Bu Guanlan spoke again. He had been sitting with the window open all night, his long hair already soaked by the early autumn dew, sticking to his body, and somehow softening his overly sharp and handsome features. He stared at the rising sun outside the window for a while, until his eyes were sore, then he turned away and gently closed his eyes: "Don't say such things again."
"Okay, okay, okay." Luo Jiu agreed repeatedly, turned his head and sighed, thinking that no wonder there were so many infatuated men and women who missed each other in the drama scripts, it turned out that there were people in this world who really didn't have mouths.
A thousand miles separate Xichao and Liuli Island, and news can't travel as fast as human legs. It was around the time that word of the flying leafman Hao Chunhe's heroic deeds spread throughout the world that Wen Yao hurriedly returned to Liuli Island with the Liuli Guanyin statue.
Bu Guanlan left a room full of elders and hurried to Feiyan Cliff to meet someone.
Bu Guanlan, who was incredibly perceptive, almost immediately recognized the subtle differences in Wen Yao. He stood with his hands behind his back, watching Wen Yao step on a flexible branch as thick as a finger. After a moment, he asked, "Is this Fei Ye Ke's Qing Gong?"
"Yes, he and I broke into the palace at night, and our life-or-death friendship passed on to me." Wen Yao turned and smiled at him, pointing to the table next to him. On the table sat a square wooden box. When the box was opened, a glass statue of Guanyin was revealed, crystal clear and gleaming, a true treasure.
Bu Guanlan glanced briefly at the glass statue he had been searching for so long, then raised his head and returned his gaze to Wen Yao. He was unaware of this back and forth, and Luo Jiu, watching from the side, sighed repeatedly.
Bu Guanlan asked, "Why is it that only Fei Ye Ke's reputation is mentioned this time, but not Xing Yi Jian's?"
"I was fighting with someone in the back and didn't go to the front." Wen Yao squatted down on the tree branch.
After a trip to the Western Dynasty Palace, she was in good spirits, except for some fatigue between her brows, and her appearance looked no different from before.
Bu Guanlan raised his head, stared intently into Wen Yao's eyes, and asked, "Where are you going next?"
"Just walk around and take a look." Wen Yao said nonchalantly: "After I have seen the whole world, I will probably go to Liuye City."
Bu Guanlan knew that Liuye City was an important border city where people from all walks of life gathered and it was a mixed crowd.
"What are you going to do?"
"Let's go there and rest for a while. After I recover, I'll ride my camel directly from Liuye City to the west to see the beautiful scenery of the Western Regions."
Luo Jiu couldn't help but click his tongue when he heard this. He looked at Bu Guanlan, squatted down as well, and said, "You really like running around."
"Life lies in movement." Wen Yao nodded. "That's how things are in this world, but the scenery is different. I'm happy to see it all."
Bu Guanlan looked at her, his throat inexplicably blocked, unable to speak. Wen Yao bit the half piece of cake in her mouth, reached out and patted him and Luo Jiu's shoulders, and said softly: "I'm leaving. I'll write to you two when I have the chance."
After saying that, she jumped off the cliff.
Luo Jiu was startled and rushed forward in two steps, watching the red hairband fluttering in the air. Seeing Wen Yao land safely on the ground and walk towards the Chu family caravan parked on the sea in the distance, he breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "Fei Ye Ke's Qinggong is truly extraordinary, truly amazing... He's about to leave, and you're really not going to tell me?"
"What?" Bu Guanlan asked back.
He reached out and closed the box containing the glass Guanyin statue. His expression returned to its cold and calm state. Just as Luo Jiu had said, it bore some resemblance to the Guanyin statue that was enshrined day and night in the shrine.
He stood there and waited for a while before turning and walking towards the cliff, watching the sails being raised by the sailors on the ships, and watching the fleets slowly disappear in the sea fog.
Bu Guanlan frowned, then slowly relaxed his brows.
The wind is blowing and the fog will soon dissipate. The Chu family merchant ship will have a smooth journey with the wind and it won't be difficult.
He thought.
Liuli Island couldn't hold Feng. He was clear-headed, knowing he'd never shed this body, never escape the Bu family, which was deeply rooted in his flesh and blood. So, why imprison Feng? Why stop him? The wind liked to move, so it was free to move. It was meant to come and go freely.
"Luo Jiu." Bu Guanlan stared at the white sail where the sea and sky meet and said slowly, "When do you think the first letter will arrive?"
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