On the long street, before the bloody smell was blown away by the cold wind, Hidden Market had already resumed its former bustle, with the sounds of hawking and hammer hammering coming one after another. The collapsed shops and courtyard walls were rebuilt with banging, as if the brutal fighting was just a short nightmare.
At the gate of the Fusheng Pavilion, the team of the Immortal Alliance has been assembled and ready to set off.
Mo Yan came to see him off. Jian Hong led a group of Divine Sword Mountain disciples with solemn expressions. Li Tian was in a daze due to the severe blow he suffered. On the night of the accident, he took the remnants of the Tianxuan Pavilion and left first. Several Myriad Spirits Sect disciples carefully carried a stretcher, on which lay the still weak-looking Su Jingui.
Su Jingui ate a lot of elixir and fairy grass on weekdays. With good health and Ku Rong's medical skills and elixirs, he was finally rescued.
"Elder Mo Yan," Su Jingui saw Mo Yan, struggled to raise his hand, and said in an angry voice, "Please... tell Boss Lin for me that I will remember your life-saving grace, and I will definitely come to thank you one day."
Mo Yan nodded and helped the disciples put the stretcher on the prepared carriage.
Yun Zhan, who was following Jian Hong, subconsciously looked at the mist-shrouded heights of the Fusheng Pavilion. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Elder Mo Yan, how come you haven't seen Senior Lin in the past two days?"
Since the battle that night, Lin Qingyang has not appeared again.
Mo Yan looked gloomy for a moment, and then said calmly, "He Spiritual Power consumed a lot that day and has been in seclusion for the past two days."
Yun Zhan Hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he nodded without asking any more questions.
Jian Hong on the side was silent for a long time, with a complicated look on his old-fashioned and serious face, and said, "His amazing talent should not be buried in this mixed place. You... persuade him more and return to the Immortal Alliance as soon as possible."
Mo Yan felt a bit astringent in his heart, but his face just nodded silently.
After sending everyone Immortal Alliance away, Mo Yan passed through the dusty lobby that was under renovation, got on the hanger again, and went up to the top floor of the Fusheng Pavilion.
As soon as they reached the top floor, they saw Lin Qingyang sitting alone on a wicker chair on the terrace, wrapped in thick fox fur. Now that it was autumn, the weather was getting cooler, and the wind was even stronger on the top floor. The loose clothes were rolled up, making a hunting sound, as if his thin figure was being swept into the boundless sea of clouds.
Lin Qingyang just sat there quietly, looking at the distant sky, wondering what he was thinking.
"Why are you out? It's windy outside. It's time for Ku Rong to curse when he sees it." Mo Yan walked to the front.
"Lying in bed all day, my limbs are almost degenerating." Lin Qingyang said lazily, smiling carelessly, his face still very pale.
Mo Yan walked forward, sat down next to him and said, "Jian Hong relented before leaving. Immortal Alliance agreed to release the captured Demon Slave, as long as Demon Clan does not take the initiative to provoke and is willing to non-aggression with each other."
"I will go back and ask Zhu Ji to send a message to the Demon Clan." Lin Qingyang said with a smile, but his expression was not surprised.
Tianxuan Pavilion's vitality was severely damaged, Immortal Alliance suffered heavy losses one after another, and was unable to fight anymore. Those Demon Slave now left in his hands have naturally become a hot potato. And if Demon Clan can rescue those Demon Slave without spending a single soldier, there is no need to go to war with all the bones. It seems that the day of peaceful coexistence between the two races is just around the corner.
Mo Yan looked at the people beside him, but was speechless. Bi Yue is dead. The war between the two clans will not happen, and everyone will not die like in the plot. Everything seems to be getting better, except...Lin Qingyang.
"Is there something wrong with the Nine Skies Sect's mountain gate?" Mo Yan's voice was hoarse, "Why are there two of you..."
"You are just like Jin Buhuan, you are so talkative." Lin Qingyang teased, and then he smiled with relief, "I was going to die, but Tianshui City five years ago has been able to live till now, and has accomplished everything he wanted to do. He has made a lot of money, and there is nothing to regret."
Mo Yan was silent for a while, then asked hesitantly, "What about Cang Mo?"
Lin Qingyang's expression paused for a while, and then he said softly, "He and I had nothing to do with each other, and now we are completely clear, and no one owes anyone anything."
Mo Yan looked at him without saying anything, but his expression was helpless and distressed. Lin Qingyang He actually didn't believe what he said. Others may not know how much he cared about that wolf, but Mo Yan knew it very well. He had just woken up not long ago, and it was hard to even walk, but he dragged his body and sneaked there. Ten Thousand Demons Forest was looking for the wolf, but when he found it later, Lin Qingyang had already opened his wound and fainted in the forest. A person who has always been calm and rational can be impulsive and ignore it. From then on, Mo Yan knew that the unrequited love between these two people was never Cang Mo's.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Lin Qingyang coughed uncontrollably. Mo Yan quickly helped the man into the room and poured him a cup of hot tea.
Lin Qingyang held the tea cup, the heat softened his face a bit, but he was still extremely pale.
Mo Yan Looking at his expression that was so calm that it was almost deathly silent, his words turned into a helpless sigh. He didn't give any more advice, only whispered "rest more", then turned around and retreated.
As the door closed gently, the room became quiet. Lin Qingyang leaned against the window couch, looking beyond the window lattice and quietly looking at the endless sea of clouds billowing in the sky, which was the direction of Demon Emperor City.
In fact, even he himself couldn't tell, when exactly he fell in love with that wolf cub, was it when he tremblingly and cautiously confessed his love to himself, was it the ridiculous kiss on the drunken night, or was it when he came back from Wasteland Town and stubbornly handed the Demon-Locking Ring to him? Or... it was just in those days and nights that he thought were ordinary at the time.
When he woke up from Tianshui City's near-death injury, he didn't feel anything strange at first. All he was planning was how to disband Nine Skies Sect and change the outcome of the annihilation of the family. Until late one night, he felt thirsty while half asleep and called out "A-Qi" out of habit.
In the empty room, there was only his own echo.
At that moment, the deathly silence around him was like a heavy hammer hitting him, and he suddenly realized that this person was no longer there, and that wolf cub who was always following him, with eyes full of him, was thrown to Ten Thousand Demons Forest by his own hands. At that moment, his heart suddenly hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
He still can't figure out why he went crazy at that time. He knew clearly that he could come back from the dead, and knew that he couldn't stay where he was, but the thought in his heart grew like a weed - what if? What if that fool was still waiting for him alone?
That ridiculous idea completely swallowed up his reason. He couldn't even remember how he ran to Ten Thousand Demons Forest. He only remembered that he walked in the endless forest for a long time, but found nothing in the end.
At that time, he finally realized that he had been in love for a long time, but he also knew better than anyone else that the fate and death that stood between the two were destined to be impossible. The reunion five years later was just a farewell prepared for death from the beginning.
The last remaining warmth in the tea cup dissipated. Lin Qingyang held the already cool tea cup and his eyes fell quietly on the silver ring on his right hand. Cang Mo didn't understand Human Clan's customs. When she forced it on him, he took it for granted and put it on his middle finger, and he kept wearing it like that.
Lin Qingyang stared blankly at the silver light for a long time, and finally slowly raised his hand and took off the ring bit by bit from his middle finger.
Then, in an empty room, he slowly put it on his ring finger.