In the room on the top floor of the Fusheng Pavilion, Mo Yan and Zhu Ji were sitting at the table, both with solemn expressions. Ku Rong opposite was holding a yellowed ancient book and was saying seriously:
"... According to legend, when the heaven and earth first opened and chaos was first judged, the pure air rose to become the sky, and the turbid air descended to the earth. At the moment when the heaven and the earth were torn apart, the most filthy part of the turbid air condensed into evil, while the purest source of the clear air condensed into a sacred object..."
"Haa--"
A lazy yawn interrupted him insincerely.
Ku Rong frowned and looked up dissatisfied at the soft couch by the window. Lin Qingyang was half-leaning there, wrapped in a white fox fur, and almost sinking into the soft pillow. After a few days of cultivation, Lin Qingyang's complexion has recovered a lot, and he looks the same as before, but everyone knows that it is just an illusion created by the crazy overdraft of life of "Ku Rong tree species". The more energetic he looks, the closer he is to the day when the oil will run out.
"Listen carefully!" Ku Rong said angrily.
"Listen," Lin Qingyang responded lazily, but his gaze still drifted through the window to the sea of clouds in the distant sky, "That magical thing is called Nirvana Lotus. It is the origin of heaven and earth. It can reshape the foundation of the Tao and allow people to reach Nirvana and be reborn... I can recite these words by heart. No one has seen it for so many years. It is probably just a legend made up to deceive people."
Ku Rong was so angry at his indifferent attitude that he puffed his beard and stared. "What a legend! Nirvana Lotus is recorded in my family's medical books. As long as you can find it, you will be saved!"
Lin Qingyang was silent for a moment, and finally looked away, looking at everyone helplessly. "Even if it is true, you haven't found it for so many years, how could it suddenly appear with the little time I have left? I am not God's biological son, so I am not so lucky."
He paused, and his tone was as calm as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. "I know you want to save me, but life and death matter, just let me go quietly in the last few days, don't bother."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Ji couldn't help but start wiping away tears, and Mo Yan also lowered his head sadly.
Ku Rong's wrinkled old face turned red from suppressing it. He grabbed the fruit on the table and threw it at him, yelling, "Let's go! Don't even think about it! How many lives have I snatched back from the Lord of Hell? If you want to smash my sign, there is no way! If I hear you say such depressing words again, I will silence you first!"
Lin Qingyang caught the fruit easily, rubbed it on his clothes, took a bite, and changed the subject vaguely. "I'm a little hungry. When should we have lunch?"
Ku Rong turned away in anger and ignored him.
Zhu Ji sighed, stood up and said, "I'll go get someone ready." After that, he wiped his tears and went out.
Silence returned to the room, Lin Qingyang leaned against the window and began to look out the window in trance again.
Ku Rong finally couldn't hold it back, rolled his eyes, and stabbed angrily. "Don't look at it! It's been so many days, and his injury has been healed for a long time. He would have been here if he wanted to!"
Lin Qingyang paused while biting the fruit, but still said indifferently, "Who is looking at this? I am looking at the scenery."
"Hmph," Ku Rong sneered, "I really can't understand you. I had to drive him away in the first place, but now I regret being here looking at him. With all the trouble, why not think about how to find Nirvana Lotus!"
Mo Yan glanced at Ku Rong, shook his head at him, and signaled him to stop talking.
Lin Qingyang lowered his head to gnaw on the fruit and did not refute again. It was not that he regretted it, because from a rational point of view, a love that ended without a problem was easier to accept and easier to let go than an unforgettable farewell.
But he will still secretly wonder in his heart, how is his injury? How will he react when he wakes up and sees the divorce letter? Will he hate himself to death? Will he... come to see him again?
He knew that he was being hypocritical, that he had said all the hurtful things, and that even if he came, he would just drive people away again.
But he still couldn't help it and wanted to see him again. He seemed to have overestimated his own rationality. He seemed to... miss him a little bit.
At this moment, a high-pitched and sharp neighing sound suddenly cut through the sky from far to near. It was the voice of Spirit Shadow Steed!
Lin Qingyang froze while biting the fruit, and his body, which had been lazily leaning, instantly sat upright, staring at the rapidly approaching light spot in the sky outside the window.
Ku Rong and Mo Yan also heard the sound and looked outside, only to see two Spirit Shadow Steed horses pulling a fancy-looking carriage swooping down from the sky like an out-of-control car.
The driver was obviously a fool, and he heard a horrified scream from mid-air, and the carriage hit the rooftop directly. The huge inertia prevented the carriage from stopping at all, and it crashed straight into the room.
Mo Yan instantly dodged out of the room, and just before the carriage hit the wall, he raised his hand and struck out a thick Spiritual Power. In a flash of light, the two frightened Spirit Shadow Steed were forcibly held down, and the carriage finally came to a halt amid violent shaking.
Lin Qingyang looked at the fancy and familiar carriage and recognized it as the one they brought back when they escaped from Wasteland Town. Then, Feng Shu jumped out of the carriage in disgrace.
Lin Qingyang was surprised and surprised when he saw the two apprentices, and came out of the room with a smile.
Feng Shu's eyes instantly turned red when he saw Lin Qingyang. In fact, the two had met at the Red Refining Sect not long ago, but at that time Lin Qingyang was still wearing a funny rabbit head disguise, so Feng Shu did not recognize him.
Then there was a jingling sound in the carriage, and a chubby boy of seventeen or eighteen years old climbed down on his hands and knees. After five years of not seeing each other, Feng Yi had grown from the little fat boy back then to... the fat boy today.
"Master!" When Feng Yi saw Lin Qingyang, he was so excited that he threw himself into his arms like a cannonball. The huge impact almost knocked Lin Qingyang to the ground.
"Ahem... it seems that Myriad Spirits Sect's food is really good." Lin Qingyang teased, holding on to the waist that almost slipped.
Seeing this, Feng Shu quickly stepped forward and pulled Feng Yi off of him.
"Disciple has met the master!" Feng Yi choked and took a step back, kneeling down respectfully and kowtow. Feng Shu also knelt down with red eyes.
Lin Qingyang raised his eyes and looked at Mo Yan on the side, and immediately understood that it was him who had called these two apprentices. He probably wanted to see the two apprentices before he died.
His heart warmed slightly, and he quickly stretched out his hand to pull the two of them up. He looked at the two apprentices carefully and said happily, "They have all grown up."
Feng Yi is still that straightforward. He wiped away his tears and complained, "Master, where have you been all these years? There is no news at all. Many people outside have spread the news that you are dead. Senior brother and I are worried to death!"
When they heard the word "death", Mo Yan and Ku Rong's faces froze.
But Lin Qingyang laughed indifferently, reached out and pinched Feng Yi's round cheeks. "Who made you so good at eating? You can't afford to be a teacher, so you have to run away."
Feng Yi sniffed speechlessly. "Master, why are you still so unruly?"
"Feng Yi!" Feng Shu frowned and glared at him, indicating that he should not be rude.
Lin Qingyang waved his hand nonchalantly. "Since you're here, I'll stay here for a while and I'll take you for a nice walk."
Feng Shu smiled and nodded, but Feng Yi rubbed his round belly sheepishly and whispered, "Master, before you go shopping... can you eat first? I'm almost starving."
"Okay, let's go eat." Lin Qingyang responded dotingly, leading his two apprentices Nao Nao downstairs, but before leaving, he looked back at the sky, with a trace of loss in his eyes.