novelaction Chapter 225 Some people go out on their own, some people never come back.
Chapter 225 Some people go out on their own, some people never come back.
Li Qing entered the Qinglin River, stirring up a storm. At her command, all the small fish around her left, and the large black carp shimmered with a pale golden light on its scales, radiating divine brilliance and solemnity.
A giant black koi carp swam slowly in the water, exhaled a bubble, and then faced the divine lightning that was about to fall from the sky.
"Crack!" A thunderclap suddenly resounded from the heavens, and the people within a hundred miles heard the sound. In the mountains and forests, some wild spirits and rogue demons who had not yet transformed into human form hid in their caves, trembling as they looked at the unreal black clouds on the horizon.
The divine thunder rolled steadily. Li Qing leaped from the river again and again, placing his back, which was parasitized by the demons, before the heavenly thunder.
Each time she was hit, a shrill scream would come from her body.
It's even more terrifying than the homeless, scattered evil spirits in the underworld of Golden Valley City.
Unfortunately, Xue Lan felt a pang of reluctance when those evil spirits turned to ashes. But the thing clinging to Li Qinglong's bones before her was something else entirely.
Xue Lan had only one thought:
Get rid of it quickly.
Lord Wolf dislikes change. The young girl stood with her hands behind her back on the riverbank, and with a wave of her hand, she retrieved the Spirit Gathering Cauldron she had left behind when offering incense to Li Qing. Her expression was calm, as if she were waiting for an opportunity.
A drop of rain that the girl had just waved away flew off like a light-colored pendant and landed in the palm of the girl from Fuyang City.
Cui Wu, dressed in a moon-white long dress, was followed by two soldiers. He was walking down the long street.
The spring rain had barely fallen for a moment when a burly soldier behind him held an umbrella over Cui Wu's head. The light-colored oil-paper umbrella resembled an eave, with raindrops falling along its edges.
It blocked the rain, but it also blocked our eyes.
“Miss Cui, it’s time to go back.” The refined soldier to Cui Wu’s left spoke, his voice gentle and elegant, like a gentleman.
The girl nodded upon hearing this, but her feet didn't move at all. She remained standing there watching the rain.
Looking at the girl's expression, Linden couldn't help but ask, "With the spring rain falling softly, is there someone you miss, young lady?"
Cui Wu turned and glanced at Lin Deng. This young master Lin was the third-ranked scholar in this year's imperial examinations of the Great Shun Dynasty. His writing was rigorous and his work was meticulous.
It was precisely for this reason that the Emperor of Da Shun threw them here.
They call it "training one's temper."
However, Cui Wu believed that His Majesty was afraid that the virtuous minister he had finally chosen would become tainted with pedantry before he had even matured.
The girl did not answer directly, but stared at Lyndon without saying a word.
Linden noticed Cui Wu staring at him, his gaze carrying a subtle sense of pressure.
“There is indeed someone I miss.” Seeing that Linden was sweating more and more, Cui Wu finally took pity on him and slowly spoke up.
"But it's far too early."
For cultivators, life is but a fleeting moment, let alone two or three months, or even a year or two.
The reason she misses him is...
It's because... once you desperately wanted something but couldn't have it, you're unwilling to let go once you get it.
The girl sighed softly and turned to walk back the way she came.
"Miss... we're almost there, aren't you going to play chess with the City God?" The soldier holding the umbrella for her panicked when he saw Cui Wu turn around.
The young man was a burly fellow. He was calling out to Cui Wu while glaring at Lin Deng, looking like he wanted to beat him up on the spot.
The reason is simple: Cui Wu was working incredibly hard.
Despite being an immortal, she was more like a mortal than them. With her delicate fingers, the lifeline of the entire Fuyang City and even the escape route of Luoxia Mountain were all in the hands of this little girl.
He was really afraid that one day the wires in Cui Wu's brain would break and he would go mad.
But now? Miss Cui finally managed to look up from that mountain of case files to go play chess with the City God. This hothead ruined everything.
Cui Wu returned to the city lord's mansion, only to find the desk piled high with files upon opening the door.
Busy Miss Cui was unhappy and didn't say a kind word to Lin Deng before going straight in and closing the door.
A noise came from outside the door, like someone dragging someone away. Cui Wu didn't go out to see what was happening; he simply covered his mouth and chuckled softly.
It reminded her of Zhu He.
When Cui Wu first arrived at Xuanhuang Sect, Zhu He's rebellious nature had not yet been completely eradicated, and he would sometimes speak ill of his senior sister behind her back.
However, without exception, they all ended up being discovered by the senior sister and given a good beating.
The girl's smile remained unchanged as she bent over her desk and unfolded a piece of paper.
"Respectfully submitted by Senior Sister..."
"It's been a long time..."
The letter, several thousand words long, was written in delicate, elegant calligraphy. The young woman took out an envelope and slowly wrote on it: "To my senior sister."
"This is Liu Gang's letter..."
Eight hundred miles away, in Jiuyue City of the Great Shun Dynasty.
The thin, short middle-aged man took out a thin letter from a bundle tightly wrapped around his chest and handed it to the old man in front of him.
The old man, wearing a thin outer garment, stared intently at the envelope in the middle-aged man's hand.
The letter, thin and containing only four or five hundred words, weighed heavily on the old man's heart like a boulder behind him.
He reached out to take the letter, his already hunched back slowly drooping. The hunched old man snatched the letter away.
Gently... he pressed it against his chest.
Two lines of tears slowly flowed down his face.
"Gangzi...is that you back?" An old voice came from the dilapidated house behind him, and an old woman with white film over her eyes came out trembling, leaning on a cane.
"Gangzi...why don't you talk to Grandma?"
The middle-aged man delivering the letter couldn't bear to watch this scene. He took out a piece of silver from his bundle and, without saying a word, stuffed it into the old man's hand.
After that, he didn't say a word, turned around and left.
The old man's call from behind seemed to be right next to my ear.
He heard himself asking himself where he was from and where his home was.
In the chilly spring breeze, the middle-aged man clutched the remaining letters in his arms, offering no reply.
Like willow catkins in the wind, drifting aimlessly. Like duckweed on the river, floating with the current.
But the fallen catkins eventually meet the rain, and the duckweed drifts with the current and gathers in the east.
"We will go back eventually, and we will be reunited eventually."
The middle-aged man murmured, and the thin figure stepped into the warm sunlight, with distant green mountains faintly visible and hazy.
It seems like an endless road, a journey one spends their entire life on, yet it also seems like just a few steps away, merely a business meeting.
I don't know if I was saying this to myself or to the letter in my heart.
The river god of Qinglin River is undergoing tribulation and transforming into a dragon, while the soldiers of Luoxia Mountain are fully prepared for battle.
The peach trees in Xie Cui City are lush and green, and the shallow mountains of Jiu Yue City are verdant.
Some people are hoping, while others are anxious.
Some people venture out on their own, full of confidence and high spirits.
Some people die on the battlefield, never to return.