Glimpsing the Self in Stillness

He has been reborn twice.

He seemed to have never before quietly enjoyed any scenery like this.

In his previous life, he was just a homeless child and never had the right to appreciate these things.

landscape?

What is that?

Is it edible? Can it be used as our campsite tonight?

He never paid attention.

In this life, I transmigrated to the world of Soul Master, and met Na'er, Bi Ji, Chen Qingquan, Gu Yue, and Leng Yaozhu.

Every day, all I think about is cultivation, becoming stronger, how to gain a foothold in this world, and how to protect the people around me.

Competition, battle, training, breakthrough.

One thing after another lashed at him, driving him forward like a whip.

He never stopped.

I've never paid attention to what the scenery around me actually looks like.

But at this moment, on this shimmering, fluorescent sea, under a sky full of stars, he suddenly stopped.

I don't want to think about anything.

Do nothing.

Just watching quietly.

Whether one possesses a strong magnetic field or a strong electric current, once one embarks on this path, one is always prone to getting caught in a cycle.

The more intense the emotions, the faster the power grows.

The increase in power, in turn, further reinforces that confidence and obsession.

This creates a closed loop of "the more insane, the stronger; the stronger, the more insane."

Bai Yushan is a case in point.

With immense power, limitless growth, and an invincible presence far surpassing its peers.

He hasn't turned into a completely insane monster who sees everything as ants; he's already considered a human being with slightly better values.

After all, he still has people he cares about and things he wants to protect.

Even so, that crazy side of him would still pop up from time to time.

When fighting, when angry, when provoked.

That crazy energy will erupt like a volcano, unstoppable.

But at this moment, that wild energy subsided.

Like a well-fed beast, it lay dozing in the sunlight, its fangs and claws retracted, revealing its soft belly.

Bai Yushan quietly observed the schools of fish swimming in the sea.

The small fish, with their faint fluorescent bodies, swam back and forth in groups.

They don't know what power is, they don't know what battle is.

They simply swim, eat, and live.

Simple and carefree.

He then looked at the silent corals.

Colorful and varied in shape.

Some look like tree branches, some like mushrooms, and some like fans.

They swayed gently in the water, unhurried and unperturbed.

For thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, it has quietly grown on the seabed, watching the tides rise and fall, watching the fish come and go.

I don't want to think about anything, and I don't want to do anything.

It simply exists.

As Bai Yushan watched, his gaze softened more and more.

A gentle breeze blows, and the stars twinkle.

Many beautiful things appeared in his eyes.

He thought of Na'er.

I remember that tiny, soft little girl, clinging to his arm, looking up at him with her little face, calling him "brother" in her sweet, childish voice.

I remember him holding Na'er, sitting on the steps by the door, telling her stories.

Na'er listened intently, her eyes sparkling, her little hands clutching the hem of his clothes as if afraid he would run away.

When the story got funny, Na'er giggled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

When she talked about sad things, Na'er pouted, her eyes reddened, and she reached out to touch his face, saying, "Brother, don't be sad."

Those days were simple and carefree.

He thought of Bi Ji again.

I think of that gentle woman who always had a faint smile on her face.

When he felt tired from training, he lay down on Bi Ji's lap and closed his eyes to rest.

Bi Ji didn't say anything, just sat quietly, gently stroking his hair with one hand and placing the other on his back, her gentle life energy slowly flowing over him, soothing his tired muscles and meridians.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the two of them.

A gust of wind rustled the leaves.

You don't need to say anything, you don't need to do anything.

I lay there quietly, listening to the wind, the birdsong, and Bi Ji's soft breathing.

It's intoxicating.

Those images flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Warm, soft, carefree.

The corners of Bai Yushan's mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

He gave a very faint, almost imperceptible smile.

He lacked his usual arrogance, his usual haughtiness, and his usual madness.

He was just a quiet, gentle boy.

At this moment, Leng Yaozhu couldn't help but look at her apprentice.

Gu Yue has always put her at ease.

This child is highly talented, has a stable temperament, practices diligently, and acts with discretion.

She never had to worry about anything.

Even on the field, he remained calm and composed, knowing when to advance and when to retreat.

Such an apprentice is hard to find even with a lantern.

But Bai Yushan was always the one who gave her a headache.

Although the time spent together was short, a holiday was enough for Leng Yaozhu to firmly remember this boy whose thinking was somewhere between maturity and naivety, reality and abstraction.

That's so unconventional.

This kid goes crazy when he fights, he's ruthless and brutal, he dares to mess with anyone, and he's not afraid of anyone.

Normally, he's carefree and irresponsible, and his words can be incredibly infuriating.

If you try to talk to him about serious matters, he'll ramble on about the most unrelated things in the world.

Try joking with him, and he'll shut you down with a single retort.

His thinking is very unpredictable; you can never guess what he'll say next or what he'll do next.

During the holiday, Leng Yaozhu was angered by him countless times.

I don't know how many times I've been hit on the head.

But this kid has a knack for making you angry, yet you can't help but find him amusing.

But at this moment, as Leng Yaozhu gazed at Bai Yushan, she inexplicably felt that her disciple, when silent, possessed a certain... charm?

Leng Yaozhu thought for a long time, and this was the only word she could think of.

charm.

Yes, that's charm.

At this moment, Bai Yushan leans quietly against the railing.

The sea breeze gently lifted her long, black hair, and a few stray strands brushed against her forehead, obscuring half of her eyes.

The moonlight shone on him, giving him a silvery-white halo.

His profile was delicate and sharp, with refined brow bones, a straight nose, slightly pursed lips, and a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

Those eyes, which were usually so unpredictable, sometimes clear and sometimes frantic, were now quietly gazing at the sea, their gaze gentle, like a calm lake.

All the restless, manic, and arrogant energy around him vanished.

Only a quiet, handsome, and outstanding young man remained.

The sea breeze brushed against the hem of his clothes, causing them to flutter gently.

Moonlight, starlight, and fluorescent light intertwined and fell upon him.

She looked like she had stepped out of a painting.

It's unbelievably beautiful.

Leng Yaozhu watched, she was momentarily lost in thought.

This child is actually quite pretty when he's quiet.

It's a pity I only have a mouth.

The moment she opened her mouth, all the beauty was ruined.

Leng Yaozhu silently complained to herself.

But his gaze couldn't help but linger on Bai Yushan for a few more seconds.