Flying Dust Chapter 89

Flying Dust Chapter 89

Epilogue:

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The bells of Ding Chan Temple ring for a long time.

 

Each chime seemed to freeze for a period of time.

 

Jun Wushuang tilted his head up and looked at the quiet steps of Ding Chan Temple, his gaze recessed.

 

He had chosen to come to Ding Chan Temple, to listen to the sound of the Buddha in this quiet place, in the hope that he would be able to cleanse his body of its hostility and restore his disordered meridians. But he does not know how long he will stay.

 

“Wushuang…” Mo Feichen called out to him, but what can be done after calling out?

 

Jun Wushuang seemed to know what Mo Feichen was thinking, and only stopped but didn’t look back at him.

 

“Feichen, Great Monk Wu Liang said that he wants me to let go of my obsession. Since it’s an obsession, then of course I can’t let go … because after letting go of you, what do I have left?”

 

Mo Feichen opened his mouth, Jun Wushuang’s back once had too many colors for him to figure out, and this moment returned to spotlessly white.

 

“Feichen … I’m not the same as He Yunfeng and Lu Qingmo. He Yunfeng’s feelings for you are very soft, careful not to hurt you, with the precipitation of a lifetime of wisdom to guide you. He will not hurt you with his wisdom, and he will guide you with his wisdom. Lu Qingmo will tolerate you, and you will never get tired of him, because he will do whatever you want to do, even if it hurts him. But I’m different, I’m a double-edged sword, stubbornly wanting to get something from you, the result will only damage you and then hurt myself.”

 

Mo Feichen suddenly stepped forward and hugged him.

 

Jun Wushuang took a breath and closed his eyes to retain the warmth of the moment. His fingers dug into the crevices of Mo Feichen’s fingers, “Feichen, you must be happy. When I… can control my obsession, I will definitely go and search for you.”

 

He slowly broke away from Mo Feichen’s hand, and stepped towards the highest part of the stairs, where Master Wu Liang was waiting for him, putting the palms together before one (a Buddhist greeting).

 

Mo Feichen looked up.

 

It was only then that I realized that Jun Wushuang had always been the young man who leaned against the wall of the inn and smiled gently.

 

Outside the Ding Chan Temple, Lu Qingmo flew onto his horse and He Yun Feng pulled the reins, “You don’t wait for him anymore?”

 

“Why wait? It’s not like we won’t see each other again.”Lu Qingmo raised his eyebrows and smiled, the distant landscape was eclipsed, “I’m just going to the snowy mountains to look for a medicine to save Wen Qianliu.”

 

“Actually, you don’t owe Wen Qianliu anything.”

 

After Wen Qianliu’s meridian backlash, not only did he lose all his martial arts skills and his sanity like a seven or eight year old child, but he also lost the ability to move around and cried in bed all day long.

 

“I know what I owe him.” Lu Qingmo patted his own chest, that’s the only point of warmth in the winter he can never be able to return it, “I do not intend to cure him, just want him to be able to get out of bed to walk around and run and jump, to be a happy child.”

 

“But the snowy mountain purple bamboo only bears fruit once every ten years, are you sure you can wait?”

 

“It’s only ten years, you’ve been waiting for Feichen for a hundred years.”Lu Qingmo laughed, as free as the breeze.

 

“But you remember your promise to me, if one day I die, you have to…”

 

“I will accompany Feichen by his side, but I can not forbid him not to remember or miss you, and not feel heartache for you.” Lu Qingmo patted He Yunfeng’s shoulder and indifferently said, “Goodbye.”

 

He Yunfeng said to him, Lu Qingmo’s expression was like blooming ink, his smile drowned in the wind, he turned back and drove his horse away.

 

Mo Feichen came to the gate of Ding Zhan Mountain with red eyes, and saw He Yunfeng standing there, smiling like before. He ran over to the door in two or three steps, but he did not see Lu Qingmo.

 

“Big Brother Lu has already left.”

 

“Left?”Mo Feichen was stunned, and then smiled in relief, “Worthy of being Lu Qingmo ah, it’s a pity that I didn’t say a word of goodbye to him.”

 

“I said it for you.”He Yunfeng took his hand and walked forward.

 

“Huh? You said it for me? What did you say?”Mo Feichen was a bit curious.

 

“You live at the head of the Yangtze (Chang Jiang) River, I live at the end of the Yangtze River, I think about you every day but I don’t see you, drinking water from the same river.” Mo Feichen had once recited that to He Yunfeng, but he didn’t expect him to remember it so clearly.

 

He Yunfeng pointed at Mo Feichen’s head, “What’s wrong? Don’t worry… One day they will all come back to you.”

 

“I don’t think about that ‘one day’ thing! I only know that since you are by my side at the moment, I can’t be too greedy!”Mo Feichen gripped He Yunfeng’s hand tightly and pulled him forward quickly, “Let’s go home, go home! My mother said she made a lot of snacks! I want to go back and eat it right away!”

 

“Isn’t that preparing wedding cakes for Miss Qu’s marriage?”

 

“Ha ha, Li Du was originally my senior brother, but now that I’ve become his I’m law, our lifetimes are finally even!”

 

“When will you return to Xiushui Palace? Qingyu has written several letters urging you to go back.”

 

“Ai, I was originally relying on the plan not going back and letting that kid succeed as the Palace Master! So whatever! Yun Feng, the highest state of living is to gather chrysanthemums under the sky of the east fence and gaze the South Mountain (NanShan) carefreely and leisurely ah!”

 

“Whose poem are you reciting? Why I haven’t heard of any of these poets?”

 

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