strictlysupreme Chapter 459 Why are you unhappy?
Chapter 459 Why are you unhappy?
"How can this not be good news?"
He Zhui took a few steps back to the table and poured himself a glass of wine.
"I have to guard the Thousand Realms of Ghosts and can't come here. Ao Zhu is the best choice."
The embers gazed at him with a ghostly light:
"How do you know she came to help me, and not to mock me while the demons are running rampant in the Northern Region?"
He Zhui waved his hand upon hearing this:
"No, Ao Zhu isn't that kind of person!"
Ember sighed:
"Have you forgotten that she almost destroyed the entire Danmo Mountain back then?"
He Zhui's hand movements froze strangely.
The youth continued to brainwash themselves:
"That's because our Lord Wolf King died too decisively!"
After saying this, the young man felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look at Jin Guang.
Who knew the woman wouldn't let him escape, and Jin Guang directly reached out and turned He Zhui's body upright:
"She even called me a useless immortal sword with a useless master!"
He Zhui really didn't want to talk anymore, and kept cursing Xue Lan, who died young, in his heart.
He died easily and was reincarnated to start anew.
The two things I left for myself are: one is being vindictive and petty, and nagging about it every day.
The other is someone who is born unable to speak but is only good at using their hands.
The Lord of the Thousand Realms took another sip of wine:
"So what? You just sit back and watch him ruin himself in Beiyuchuan?"
The young man spoke earnestly and patiently:
"If Xue Lan comes back and finds that his immortal sword is broken, he'll have to reforge me!"
The young man tapped his knuckles on the table:
"Emberlight, you must learn to face this!"
"A thousand years cannot be reversed, but those who are meant to be met will always be reunited."
"I still want to drink with you guys!"
After the young man finished speaking, his figure slowly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared, leaving only a clear male voice in Jin Guang's ears:
I will go and meet with Ao Zhu beforehand.
"Thank you!"
As Jin Guang spoke softly, the phantom of a longsword appeared behind him.
"Master Wan Gongfang!"
"Please come back soon, I'm really tired!"
The snowflakes from the Northern River in the Upper Realm were swept up by the gale and chilling killing intent, falling between the two realms and becoming specks of silvery white that landed on the bamboo leaves of Jiyuan Peak.
Xue Lan pushed open the door that had been tightly closed for a long time and gently brushed the fine snow off her shoulders.
"Finally home!"
The girl behind him, holding the Soul Guide, skipped and jumped onto the bed, rolling around on it.
The girl's tone carried a hint of melancholy:
"Even though I'm home, this yard feels so deserted!"
"Zhu He and the others aren't here! It's just the two of us!"
Xue Lan turned around and cast a spell in the courtyard. The fallen leaves and fine snow in front of her were instantly swept away by a gentle breeze and disappeared without a trace.
The woman sighed:
"Yes, it's just the two of us."
Since she let Cui Wu stay in Fuyang City.
Ever since she sent Ji Jinjin and Zhu He to the battlefield.
Ever since she sent Lian Chuan back to the Upper Realm.
She was now all alone on the summit of Jiyuan Peak.
Just as Xue Lan was lost in thought, a lively voice suddenly rang in her ears.
"Uncle-Master!"
Xue Tong jumped out of bed and saw a tall, thin boy walking up the bamboo path not far away.
"Zeng Xiaoshan!"
"Sister Xiaotong!"
The boy stopped in the courtyard, the Bagua mirror decoration hanging on his belt reflecting a ray of snow light.
Xue Tong walked up to Zeng Xiaoshan and reached out to touch his head:
"Have you grown taller again?"
"I don't know, it must have gotten taller again!" Zeng Xiaoshan said, hands on his hips, looking over Xue Tong's head.
As a result, Xue Tong hit him on the head for being impolite.
After chatting and joking around with Xue Tong, the boy looked at Xue Lan again.
The boy bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.
"Congratulations, Uncle-Master, on assuming the position of Head of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop!"
Xue Lan spread her divine sense to examine the child who had grown up.
"Is this all there is?"
Zeng Xiaoshan chuckled:
"Of course not!"
"Welcome home, Uncle-Master! I actually cleaned this yard every day for a while. It's just that I got quite busy later..."
At this point, the boy scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly.
Uncle Lian Chuan entrusted this place to me personally before he left, but I...
"It's nothing. I've already cleaned it up." Xue Lan said with a smile, looking much more composed than Zeng Xiaoshan remembered.
"Uncle Master?"
The young man looked at Xue Lan and spoke softly:
Are you not very happy?
Xue Lan was slightly taken aback; the woman's eyes curved into a smile.
"Why do you say that?"
"I...actually I..."
Zeng Xiaoshan regretted it the moment he opened his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and continued.
"I don't know why, but I just feel that my uncle doesn't seem happy."
Xue Lan smiled and asked in return:
"And you, why aren't you happy?"
These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Zeng Xiaoshan's mind, leaving him stunned.
When he came to his senses again, a tear had already rolled out of the boy's eye and fallen to the ground.
"Uncle Master!"
The boy's voice trembled with grievance, and he cried like a big dog.
Will my grandmaster... ever come back?
Xue Lan gently raised her hand, and the boy walked over and placed his fluffy head under the woman's hand.
"You all know?"
Zeng Xiaoshan nodded, his thin back trembling, large tears falling to the ground.
"Actually, I knew from the beginning..."
"Grandmaster..."
Zeng Xiaoshan choked up and couldn't speak. He was very talented, and his talent in observing qi was rare in the lower realm.
He just watched helplessly as Shen Suan Zhenren slowly... ran out of energy and died.
But there's nothing I can do.
Xue Lan's eyes welled up slightly, and the woman's voice rang out again:
"Do you know why he went to the Wasteland Battlefield?"
Zeng Xiaoshan took out the painting of five peaches from his sleeve and unfolded it in front of Xue Lan. He pointed to the thickest, withered peach on top:
"Uncle-Master... my master is still alive, right?"
Xue Lan nodded slowly, wanting to comfort the precocious child, but in the end she only said four words:
"It'll be fine."
Zeng Xiaoshan looked at Xue Lan's grayish-white eyes, and at the blurry, broken aura surrounding his martial uncle. His eyes stung with tears.
"Uncle Master..."
The boy slowly spoke:
Will they all come back safely?
Xue Lan nodded firmly:
They will all come back safe and sound!
The boy spoke again, his tone somewhat stubborn:
Will my martial uncle return safely?
Xue Lan's grayish-white eyes shifted slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of her lips:
"Besides the various sects accepting disciples, what other arrangements are there for this Ascension Ceremony?"
Zeng Xiaoshan lowered his head and did not ask any further questions.
The boy's voice sounded somewhat muffled:
"I've heard from several seniors that we need to establish a new system for passing on the torch."
Upon hearing this, Xue Lan smiled and said:
"Back in the day, your uncle was also selected as a disciple for the inheritance of the torch."
Zeng Xiaoshan wiped away his tears: "Because I always wanted to escape from Xuanhuang Sect, I was given medicine by Grandmaster Kongming for a period of time."
He was the one who always delivered the medicine.
Xue Lan couldn't help but smile; the woman's voice was incredibly gentle:
"Life continues, the torch is passed on!"
"Xiaoshan, as long as the flame never goes out..."
"All sacrifices are meaningful!"