Yun Cuo was Murong Jinchuan’s personal disciple. Even though they were this close, he still didn’t know where Xue Huai was. He hadn’t even heard Murong Jinchuan mention him, as if he wasn’t worried about where his grandson had gone at all.
Yun Cuo also didn’t tell Murong Jinchuan anything either.
The old man did not notice anything unusual between the two young men. He went to class, cleaned up when necessary, and gave Yun Cuo a lesson on clearing his mind and self-practiced every day.
Yun Cuo originally wanted to ask Murong Jinchuan about Xue Huai’s whereabouts, but he was worried that Murong Jinchuan would go talk to Xue Huai after knowing their affairs, so he gave up.
Today, Murong Jinchuan assigned him a task, which was the routine seclusion and practice in the ice cave.
However, this time, Yun Cuo’s practice went astray.
Several people who were close to Yun Cuo knew that the ice cave had always been the hurdle that Yun Cuo had not been able to overcome in the early days after he came to Murong Mountain Manor to practice because he would be bewitched by the most superficial illusions of his mind.
However, ever since he and Xue Huai got together, he really did as he had promised Murong Jinchuan, and everything was fine.
Therefore, from that time on, Murong Jinchuan raised the difficulty of his trials and no longer used the ice cave as an option to polish him anymore.
It was purely a coincidence that he was asked to come in and practice today because the other high-level spiritual beings were occupied by other cultivators, making it convenient for them to make rain, leaving only this ice cave.
The boy guarding the gate was the same one who secretly passed the Suanni meat from Xue Huai last time and was caught by Murong Jinchuan.
He only saw this Young Immortal Lord Yun go in with a gloomy face and stand guard at the door according to the normal rules to protect him.
Originally, only Murong Jinchuan was qualified to know how the disciples’ situation was inside. But this time, Yun Cuo’s cultivation was really outrageous—his aura was disturbed, and he directly broke through the restriction at the entrance of the cave. The cultivation of all the cultivators and disciples within a radius of ten miles was suppressed at that moment.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
The little boy was confused and dared not act rashly. As a result, he reported it to the several cultivators on duty. The few people thought that the situation was urgent, so they reported it and went in directly.
Fortunately, they didn’t delay for even a minute. As soon as they entered, they saw Yun Cuo lying lifelessly on the ground, with no blood on his face.
Cai Yi personally diagnosed Yun Cuo’s pulse and determined that his aura was abnormal.
“It’s also fortunate that you found him early. He lost his aura right after he started cultivating. The vital energy flowed back, and the foul energy surged in, blocking his seven orifices and five gates. He also happened to encounter the fiery cold in the ice cave and couldn’t use his energy to resolve it. He originally had a half-demon constitution. Although he didn’t go crazy, he almost couldn’t wake up from his sleep.”
Yun Cuo was taken to a room behind the Medical Cultivator Hall, where he stayed with other patients. There was a hot spring in front of the door and a bamboo forest behind the courtyard, which was very quiet.
His aura was out of whack, and his pubic region was in great pain. Although his chest tightness had improved after he took the medicine prescribed for him, but his whole person looked sick and gloomy.
He couldn’t speak either, his voice was hoarse, and he had lost his voice completely, just like last time.
Disciples from the Medical Cultivator Hall came to see him one after another. The junior sister and her fiancé came especially often, bringing him some food every time, but he still couldn’t eat anything.
Even the junior sister, who didn’t know much about medicine, started to worry: “Even if you’re fasting, you can’t do it for so long. I haven’t seen you eat anything for many days. Even if you don’t want to eat, you should at least use some fresh fruits and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to sustain yourself. Where’s Xue Huai Shixiong? Why didn’t he come to take care of you? Is he in seclusion?”
Yun Cuo stretched out his fingers and wrote gently on the bed.
“Don’t tell him.”
In fact, he didn’t know where Xue Huai was, and he didn’t know if Xue Huai would still be sad for him.
He only remembered that people who came to visit him came and went, and bowl after bowl of medicine was simmering on the stove.
When he was young, he was not actually a healthy child.
Being half a demon and half immortal, he was destined to suffer more disasters than his peers. He was used to the Demon Realm and couldn’t adapt to the Immortal Realm. He never had a friend, and when he was sick, his mother always made medicine for him and put it by his bed.
He woke up alone, drank it silently, and then obediently fell asleep by himself.
What he never told Xue Huai in his previous life was that he was the first companion he had ever met.
Xue Huai was like a silver knife, stepping into his eyes sharply and ostentatiously, splitting the gray world into two before his eyes.
At that time, he couldn’t understand why someone could use a longsword so beautifully and freely.
Why would someone act like an old friend he had known in the past? He didn’t recognize him, but he came up and drew the knife from his waist, fighting his way out against the nighttime parade of hundreds of ghosts.
Why was it that even though he was obviously not the most handsome man he had ever seen, that look and the alluring red teardrop mole under the corner of his eye were all deeply engraved in his bones, causing him to tremble slightly?
Yun Cuo summoned up all his courage, found out his name and address, and went to his house the next day to ask Xue Huai to return his sword to him.
Xue Huai searched with him for the whole day, but in the end he didn’t find the sword, and the person ran away with him.
Xue Huai always thought that he was too cunning and clever and that he had all the potential to attract people like moths attracted to a flame. But only he knew that he was nothing more than a nervous boy who was acting in front of his sweetheart.
Xue Huai is belligerent, loves excitement, and has great ambitions. He is aggressive, strong, and unstoppable.
As someone once said, the first time he saw him, he foresaw the pain of separation in the future. (1)
The dreams during his illness were dark and long, with an evil sweetness. He had had this dream in his previous life, that was when it stopped snowing in Dongzhou.
The tall and silent new monarch, dressed in black, asked quietly.
“I want to find a way to bring the dead back to life.”
“There’s none, there is no way, Immortal Lord. The path of immortals has its own rules. If the body of the person you want to resurrect is still alive, there is still a glimmer of hope. But you said that he has now turned into a pile of graves. Even I can’t help him.”
“There are so many ways in the world. It doesn’t make sense that this is the only way, and it had to be blocked. Tell me how to revive him.”
A burst of sneers.
“Immortal Lord, I’ve said before, I can’t help you. With your temper ah…”
The black-feathered crow flapped its wings and flew into the sky, forming a dark cloud above.
“Unless the law of cause and effect is on your side, unless there is a gap in fate, I am willing to have mercy on you once.”
It wasn’t sure how much time it had passed, but it was so long that he had forgotten the past.
He opened his eyes and found himself about sixteen or seventeen years old, leaning against the ground floor of the Xunxian Pavilion.
Outside, a hundred demons were parading at night, and on the second floor above his head, a young man with a red teardrop mole under his eye was being held and talked to by his brother.
Memories flooded over him like a tide, overwhelming him.
Yun Cuo opened his eyes.
What caught his eye was a pair of eyes. Clear, bright, and gentle.
Those were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, set in the most beautiful face in his mind. There was a red teardrop mole under the eye, so vivid that it seemed to make those eyes able to breathe.
It’s Xue Huai.
Yun Cuo’s whole body shook for a moment, then he suddenly stood up and subconsciously wanted to touch him.
But Xue Huai dodged it very deftly. He took a step back, lowered his eyes, and looked at him calmly.
“You need to eat something. I’ll bring it over later. You’ll die if you keep going like this.”
Yun Cuo opened his mouth but couldn’t utter the two words “Xue Huai.”
Xue Huai folded his arms and looked at him, his eyes were very calm.
Yun Cuo looked at him for a long time, then looked away and muttered a few low words in his throat.
“I understand. You go ahead.”
Xue Huai smiled: “Don’t worry, I won’t disturb you, I’ll leave now. If it wasn’t for that little gray cat of yours coming to find me, I wouldn’t want to waste time here. After all, I’ve thought it through. Not everyone is like me, always trying to please others, right?”
Yun Cuo’s adam’s apple moved.
Xue Huai no longer looked at him, he turned his back to him and walked away.
“I’ll bring you food in half an hour. Take care of yourself from now on. I don’t have that much time to deal with you.”
The door closed with a click.
As if some kind of switch were turned on, the moment he left, Yun Cuo completely relaxed and began to breathe heavily.
There was a bloody taste in his throat, as if he had drunk a bucket of hot rust.
Yun Cuo thought that not much time had passed. Xue Huai originally had agreed to come in half an hour, so half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.
He stood at the door and didn’t come in. “Here, I put the meal I made for you at the door. I know you don’t want to see me now, don’t worry, I don’t want to see you either. I won’t disturb you anymore. Take care of yourself.”
Yun Cuo sat on the bed without moving.
He hardly heard Xue Huai’s departing footsteps. The next moment, he regretted it. Yun Cuo’s eyes were red, and he rolled off the bed barefoot, stumbled through the door, and ran out.
“Xue Huai…” He murmured his name like a child looking for something. “Xue Huai.”
Xue Huai has left.
There was an open food box on the ground next to the door. The contents were very simple.
A bowl of rice, a plate of grilled Wangchuan cuisine, a bowl of viburnum cherry soup, and also a familiar jar.
Yun Cuo opened the jar hastily and violently, like a madman. Inside was a whole jar of pickled Suanni meat.
It was the taste and aroma that he was familiar with.
Yun Cuo picked up the chopsticks and put a piece in his mouth.
Then came the second piece, the third piece… At first his movements were gentle, but later he almost swallowed it voraciously, stuffing it into his mouth desperately, as if he were trying to block something.
But the faint sobbing sound still came out. He started crying from the moment he ate the first piece of Suanni meat, without caring about his image or his manners.
It was just the most primitive crying, like a child whose toy was taken away and whose family was not around, who could only cry loudly on the spot.
He didn’t notice. In the shadow of the eaves behind him, there was someone standing who had not left.
Xue Huai stood there quietly, watching him kneel on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
He sighed softly.
He walked over, half-knelt down beside Yun Cuo, and put his arm around his shoulders.
Very gently, patiently patting his back, “… I’m really lost against you.”
Xue Huai held Yun Cuo’s face in his hands and stared at him quietly and seriously.
“Yun Cuo, I will marry you ba.”
The author has something to say:
Three-year-old: quq
Four-year-old: Why is this person always quq?? Selling cuteness is shameful!
It’s a quoted sentence, the general meaning is like this, but I forgot the source orz
