The snowland had been peaceful for a long time, and the Cultivation practitioners of various sects had all returned to their mountains. The surroundings of White Town had become much quieter, but the city became more lively because of the returning believers.
Only the small temple in front of the cliff was still the same as it had been in the past few years. It was neither lively nor deserted. The golden Buddha statue was only calmly and solemnly gazing at the north.
Lian Sanyue walked into the small temple and sat down on the doorsill. However, she didn't face the snowland this time, but the golden Buddha statue in the temple.
Jing Jiu stood on the flat ground outside the temple, looking in the direction of the snowfield. No one knew what he was thinking.
Lian Sanyue didn't do anything. All she did was look at the golden Buddha statues in Silence. She would change her posture once in a while and smile once in a while; it seemed that she was quite happy.
The voice of the Broadsword King, Cao Yuan, rang out in the small temple. His voice, which was usually round and full of gaps, was full of gaps that day, trembling a lot. "If you don't like eating cucumbers, how about eating carrots?"
Lian Sanyue smiled and glanced at the fresh radish on the table, saying, "Many years ago, I asked you if you wanted to go to the south."
The voice trembled even more. "Why don't you like eating carrots?"
Lian Sanyue said, "Don't repeat yourself. I know you are very nervous at the moment."
After a long moment of silence, Cao Yuan said, "I thought … you liked me guarding here, though I didn't do it for you."
Lian Sanyue said, "If you had agreed to come with me, we would have traveled together for a few years."
"I regret it," Cao Yuan said earnestly.
Lian Sanyue suddenly turned her head and said to Jing Jiu, "You stay away from here."
Jing Jiu went a thousand miles away.
Lian Sanyue said, "I'm a bit tired. I want to take a nap. Can you hold me in your arms?"
"Okay," said Cao Yuan in a trembling voice.
Lian Sanyue lay down in front of the Buddha statue and closed her eyes slowly, falling into a sweet dream.
He slept for three days and three nights.
Lian Sanyue opened her eyes and said, "I'm leaving."
"Okay," said Cao Yuan in a trembling voice.
Lian Sanyue walked out of the small temple.
Jing Jiu returned to the small temple.
"Thank you," Cao Yuan said to him.
Jing Jiu remained silent.
Cao Yuan continued, "Thank you for being alive, so you can stay with her."
As long as she was happy.
Lian Sanyue turned around and said to him, "Don't say that. You've been with me longer than he has."
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After leaving White Town, Jing Jiu and Lian Sanyue went to Juye City.
They didn't eat hotpot; instead, they ate handheld mutton, which Lian Sanyue thought was more satisfying.
Jing Jiu watched her eat in Silence. He also felt very happy. Then, she impatiently stuffed a piece of sweet garlic into his mouth.
The sugar garlic was both sweet and sour, but it was a little bitter after a long time.
Having eaten the mutton, the two of them started strolling on the street, as if they were taking a walk by the lake in the Three-Thousand Nunnery. Lian Sanyue reached out her hand and pulled Jing Jiu's sleeve in a natural manner, her face full of the demeanor of a young girl, looking quite happy.
She would never take the initiative to hold his hand. Anyway, it wouldn't take long before Jing Jiu took the initiative to hold her hand.
… … After leaving Juye City, they went to many other cities. Like what they had done in the past few years, they wandered around the world casually and watched the seasons.
It was another spring day when they returned to the Three-Thousand Nunnery outside Dayuan City. Bai Zao was still asleep.
"This child is like me in some aspects, but she's a bit too feeble."
Standing by the window, Lian Sanyue said while looking at the vague figure in the cocoon, "You should treat her better in the future."
Jing Jiu didn't give a response.
It was quiet by the lake. The willow branches brushed the surface of the water gently, the dragonflies landed on the surface of the water, and the frogs jumped into the water, making all sorts of noises.
"I want to listen to zither music," said Lian Sanyue.
"We don't know how to play it," said Jing Jiu.
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There was a famous Young Master Li in Dayuan City.
It was because his father had been the Governor of Dayuan City, and because Duke Lu had taken care of him in secret. He ran a few antique shops in the city, and the people he dealt with were the nobles. He was truly a noble person.
Though he was almost fifty years old, his body was in excellent condition, and he looked quite energetic. It was not strange for him to be called a young master.
Yet, for some reason, he hadn't gotten married yet. The hair on his temples was covered with frost and snow, giving him a lonely and miserable look.
In the late spring of last year, the Young Master Li suddenly felt a sudden palpitation in his heart. He invited a doctor to check on his condition, but the doctor didn't give him any advice.
It was well known that he hadn't been sick for many years, since he received a bottle of magic pills falling from the sky.
The palpitation in his heart persisted for a whole year. In the early spring, the palpitation didn't get better; instead, it got worse. He often couldn't sleep at night, sweating profusely.
To make himself feel better, the Young Master Li led the caretaker out of Dayuan City, intending to travel in the mountains for a few days.
There were many scenic spots outside Dayuan City, but the Young Master Li chose one of them as he had done in the past.
The caretaker had gotten used to it a long time ago, so he followed behind the Young Master Li with the ancient zither in his arms.
The Young Master Li came to a lotus pond after entering the mountain and winding through the valley. He couldn't help but let out a faint smile as he looked at the green lotus targets on the surface of the water and thought of the scenery in the middle of summer.
In midsummer, there were lotus flowers, and the scenery was even better. Back then, he had fallen into the water because he was greedy for the scenery, and then he saw the fairy maiden that he could never forget.
After leaving the lotus pond, Zhang Xuan continued walking along the mountain path. When he reached the end of the mountain, he saw a patch of green grass. Lying in the grass was a stone with two words written on it.
"Three thousand."
Looking at the stone, Young Master Li suddenly felt his heart palpitate even more. He even felt some pain, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Seeing his condition, the housekeeper hurriedly went forward to support him. He asked if he wanted to rest and then went to find a doctor.
Young Master Li roughly snatched the zither from the housekeeper's hand and then told him not to follow him in.
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The nuns of the Three Thousand Nunnery were very familiar with Young Master Li because he often donated things to the nunnery. Moreover, he would come here to play the zither once a year. Occasionally, he would come here alone after getting drunk.
Logically speaking, they should be very welcoming of his arrival, but today's situation was a little special, so they could only block him in front of the small bridge with an awkward expression.
At this moment, a cold and emotionless female voice rang out, "Let him in."
The moment he heard that voice, Young Master Li's body froze.
It was as if a lifetime had passed.
As far as he was concerned, it was a lifetime.
Young Master Li felt a bit exhausted. He fell to the ground on his butt as his legs gave way.
He didn't know what he should say or what he could say at the moment.
He untied the zither case with his trembling fingers and took out the zither, placing it on his knees. Then, he adjusted the positions of the strings with his trembling fingers, hoping to play the most satisfying zither music in his life.
"Don't be hasty," the female voice rang out again.
After a moment of silence, Young Master Li breathed slowly a few times and finally calmed down. Then, he started plucking the strings with his fingers; the zither music started playing.
The footsteps were heard lightly.
Lian Sanyue walked over from the other side of the bridge.
Young Master Li didn't dare raise his head, so all he could see was a corner of her skirt. His fingers couldn't help but tremble again; the tune he played was out of tune.
"Take your time," said Lian Sanyue.
Young Master Li had finally raised his head after taking a few deep breaths. He stared at Lian Sanyue's face and eyes, gradually calming down.
Looking at him, Lian Sanyue said with an appreciative expression in her eyes, "The saying 'immortals have different paths' refers to the difference in life span. I didn't understand it back then, thinking that you would die a long time before me, which is not interesting at all. If I had known it earlier, I would have stayed in Dayuan City and listened to your zither playing for a few years."
Young Master Li's face turned exceedingly pale. It was because he was a smart person, so he understood what the fairy lady meant.
Standing on the other side of the bridge, Jing Jiu listened to Lian Sanyue in Silence, his face devoid of any emotion, jealousy, or anything else.
Young Master Li closed his eyes and then opened them again. Then, he started playing the zither calmly.
The sound of the zither gurgled like the flowing water.
It was the same Introduction to the Pleasant Night.
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The pleasant night arrived. It was late at night.
Lian Sanyue looked at Jing Jiu and asked, "When did we meet?"
Jing Jiu didn't answer this question.
Lian Sanyue continued, "I like many things and many people. Am I a fickle woman in the eyes of others?"
"As long as you are alive, you can do anything you want," said Jing Jiu. "I can find tens of thousands of men or women for you."
Lian Sanyue exclaimed with raised eyebrows, "Do you want to die?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
"You're so childish. You're the one who fears death the most in this world, but you still say such things."
Lian Sanyue said while stroking Jing Jiu's face, "Back when I went to White Town to have fun, you were so angry that you couldn't fall asleep until you asked Nan Wang for the wine every day. But after you sobered up, you even tried to avoid her; it was impossible for you to think of death."
Jing Jiu said, "At the time, I thought he liked fighting too much, and you couldn't defeat the Snow … Queen, so I was worried about you."
Lian Sanyue said with a faint smile, "You were too lonely back then, so you developed such a strange temperament. But isn't it better in this life? You have so many disciples, so I'm relieved. "
Her words were full of affection, and so was her zither music. Lian Sanyue turned to the other side of the bridge and looked at the Young Master Li who was still playing the zither with his fingers stained with blood. "Don't be jealous," she said. "You should know that you're special to me. The reason is a bit vulgar … it's because you're stronger than me, and you were the one I couldn't get."
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "I parted with you back then because I thought you wouldn't be able to ascend if you stayed like this. I didn't want that to happen."
Lian Sanyue asked while looking at him in Silence, "What's the benefit of ascending?"
Jing Jiu said, "We won't part with each other unless we're still alive."
The purpose of parting was not to part with each other.
"If I had known that my ascension would provoke you to take the risk and leave earlier, I would have waited for you."
As far as Jing Jiu was concerned, these were the most touching words of love he had ever heard.
I would have waited for you.
"Hmm."
Lian Sanyue held his hand and leaned against his chest softly, saying, "You don't have to wait for me this time. I'll wait for you in the next life."
Then, she turned into countless golden lights and dispersed gradually.
They were the morning sunlight when they dispersed into the sky.
The sun rose as usual.
The zither music was sobbing.
The Young Master Li cried bitterly, his hair turning white overnight.
Qing 'er had tears streaming down her face. She had understood the sufferings of others overnight. … …
An earthquake occurred in White Town.
A bright broadsword light shot into the deep part of the snowland.
It was unclear when it would come back.
It was unclear if it would never come back.
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