mtl008 Chapter 953 Approaching the Dust
Chapter 953 Approaching the Dust
Is there a proper way in this mortal world?
Changqing and Yun Qinghan, who were playing around beside them, also stopped. Looking at the night view of Dongshan, they were also affected. Yes, where was they?
The town at the foot of the mountain and the people halfway up the mountain were so different – one bustling, the other quiet. The difference, which they had never noticed before, was now so obvious. They couldn't let go of their identity as cultivators, or perhaps they had never imagined what it would be like to be a mortal.
The three, who hadn't felt the cold even when it snowed, now felt a chill that came from the depths of their being. They instinctively wrapped their clothes tighter around themselves.
As if they were of one mind, the three looked at each other and each gained something.
There are principles in the mortal world; only by putting yourself in someone else's shoes can you truly understand them.
"Do what you can," someone said. After that, the three parted ways, their three shadows trailing behind them on the white snow track as they gradually disappeared into the distance.
……
Thick snow gradually accumulated in the mountains and forests, shimmering with a soft white light. Much of the spiritual energy within the snowflakes was sealed away, nourishing the soil. However, there were even more refugees who had fled here. Li Yuesu, tightly wrapped in a fur coat, coughed. She had completely sealed away her spiritual energy, and even some of her memories. The cold wind had chilled her to the bone.
Seeing the displaced people gathered in the streets, she felt deeply saddened. She didn't remember where she was, nor why she was there; she simply followed the kindness in her heart and offered these displaced people a bowl of hot porridge. Whenever she heard that the distant Xianwu City was the abode of immortals, her eyes would fill with longing. Immortals, what a magnificent sight they must be!
His attendants also changed their address from Saintess to Miss, but seeing Li Yuesu like this, they were heartbroken. When had Miss ever suffered such torment?
From a distance, a row of young people watched the busy Li Yuesu and exhaled a long puff of white breath.
Yun Qinghan scratched his head: "She really is a smart woman, and she's much more decisive than us!"
"If they are merely opponents, they are respectable; if they are enemies, they are terrifying!" Ling Yu tightened the thin clothing on his body.
“Junior Brother Ji, if we meet again on this trip, we may be strangers. Don’t you want to say a few words?” Zhong Baixuan asked with some concern.
Yun Qinghan leaned closer: "Are you worried that Xiao Qingzi might unconsciously fall for Li Yuesu, and then you won't be able to explain it to Junior Sister Jie?"
"..." Yun really is a tapeworm in Zhong Baixuan's stomach.
Yun Qinghan then patted Changqing on the shoulder and said, "I understand, I understand. After all, we know the principle of like attracts like!"
"Probably not..." Changqing wasn't sure either.
As for Xie Xinyu standing to the side, her ears were bright red amidst the falling snow.
"I'll keep an eye on you guys!!" Xie Xinyu said, seemingly unprepared to participate in their risky approach.
"That's right~" Yun Qinghan leaned closer again: "Don't get handsy with me then, especially in that area!!" She was implying something.
Teng~~~~
A mushroom cloud spontaneously reveals its own meaning as it rises from the heavens.
Hahahaha~~ Everyone laughed and headed to the Sun residence together.
"Have you all really thought this through?" The old man asked, deeply worried upon hearing their decision.
"We'll need your help then, sir." The group bowed slightly and paid their respects to the old man.
"Alright, alright, it's not a big deal. As long as we're in town, nothing unexpected will happen!" The old man held a brocade pouch in his hand, inside which was their Yuling Sect identity jade token.
Sun Ming'en was also there, but he said with concern, "What will you do if you encounter danger in the future? You can't possibly regain consciousness in an instant!"
"It's alright. With Li Yuesu's attendants here, the town should be safe. Besides, Junior Sister Jie won't seal her memories, so she should be much safer as long as she's in town. As for outside the town, any danger she encounters is fate. She walks the path of life, and seeing all things flourish is her cultivation; sealing her memories is meaningless. As for some follow-up matters, I'll have to trouble you, Ming'en!"
"Just leave it to me."
……
After watching the group leave, the old man sighed softly, looking at the heavy jade pendant in his hand, lost in thought.
In the snowy night, the moonlight illuminated the pristine white snow, its brilliance as bright as day. High atop the mountain pavilion, Yun Qinghan sat cross-legged on a soft bed, her mood a mixture of excitement, disappointment, and tension. She laughed one moment and seemed lost the next, much to the bewilderment of Han Zisi, who was warming the blankets beside her. "What's wrong with you today, Fairy Sister? You seem strange!"
"Sisi! From now on, you'll have to call me Sister Qinghan. Starting tomorrow, I'll no longer be an immortal, so don't forget that..." Yun Qinghan reminded her.
"I understand, Fairy... Sister Qinghan, will Sisi never see you again?" Sisi's voice was already trembling with sobs. She understood why she, who had always slept next to Jie Xinyu, had been pulled to sleep with Yun Qinghan. Her brother had told her some things on the way here, but she didn't understand. She only felt that the sister in front of her was about to disappear.
"Don't cry, don't cry, I'll see you, I'll see you~~" Yun Qinghan hugged Sisi's head and hummed a lullaby that seemed to come from nowhere.
Looking at the moonlight filtering through the window, Yun Qinghan slowly closed her eyes. Countless memories between her brows began to fade, like dust, quickly disappearing. Everything about cultivators was being forgotten. A phantom memory was connecting with her own. Yun Qinghan was still Yun Qinghan, yet Yun Qinghan was no longer Yun Qinghan.
In the small town at the foot of the mountain, inside the large dormitory of the escort agency, a group of men surrounded Ling Yu, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation. They said with concern, "Brother Ling, is this really the case? If you lose your memory and abilities, and continue to work with us as an escort, you will be in dozens of times more danger. Right now, there are countless outlaws on the mountain who want to take your head!"
"I have never been afraid of the trials between life and death. Whether one is a cultivator or not, if one can see the truth, I will go forward without hesitation!" He burst forth with heroic spirit, his eyes sharp as knives. It was his absolute confidence in himself. The spiritual power in his eyes turned into a sharp sword, piercing through the paper window and letting in the howling cold wind.
“We won’t fall behind when you’re on a delivery mission in the future, and you can rest assured about your martial arts training! I won’t let you fall behind!” A martial arts master surnamed Zhang raised his arm to demonstrate his martial prowess.
"What a magnificent display of chivalry this is! From this day forward, I am simply the martial artist Ling Yu!!"
Ling Yu smiled as a radiant light flashed between his brows. His memories faded, and Ling Yu had never prepared any childhood memories. He only retained the memories of the caravan and escort agency in the small town and wrote a story about a chivalrous man who lost his memory and traveled the world to uphold justice. It was also the story in his heart.
Everyone watched quietly as Ling Yu lay down, his breathing gradually subsiding. The creaking of the wooden door broke the silence: "You should all go home. I'll stay with him tonight. It'll be alright."
Sun Ming'en moved a quilt over, lay down beside him, and watched as the light between Ling Yu's brows gradually faded. He couldn't help but sigh, "I used to think you were high and mighty immortals, but now I see that you are also pitifully fragile."