HLnovel Chapter 669 She Hates Never Seeing Each Other Again
Chapter 669 She Hates Never Seeing Each Other Again
Xue Lan had long anticipated that Ling Yuanzi would come looking for her.
After all, the guiding light of the True Man Shen Suan was still in the Xuanhuang Sect. Even though he was thousands of miles away, the news of his death could be transmitted back to the Xuanhuang Sect in an instant.
With the most comforting person in the Xuanhuang Sect gone, only Ling Yuanzi could speak with Xue Lan.
Even Ling Yuanzi hesitated before Xue Lan, stammering several times before finally speaking in a hoarse voice:
"came back?"
The person being comforted seemed quite lively. Xue Lan smiled and took a bright red mountain peach from the basket she was carrying, handing it to Ling Yuanzi:
"Master, eat a peach."
Ling Yuanzi took the peach, wiped it on his sleeve, glanced at Long Siyin, and said sadly, "The sect already knows about your senior uncle's matter."
How are you feeling right now?
Long Siyin, standing to the side, was suddenly startled, vaguely sensing an ominous sign from the master and disciple in front of her.
Xue Lan's senior master, the Calculating Master, went with her to the depths of the desolate region.
he……
The image of the incredibly gentle old man appeared in Long Siyin's mind. The woman raised her hand to perform divination, but Xue Lan in front of her reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Xue Lan turned her head slightly to look at her. Her gray eyes were not as clear as when they last met, and a thin layer of veil covered them.
Like a persistent fog.
Xue Lan shook her head at her: "Siyin, don't bother."
"My senior master is gone..."
Long Siyin could no longer hear what Xue Lan said next.
She remembered the night her father died in battle, when everyone was comforting her.
But she wouldn't listen to anything.
Just like now, I can't utter a single word.
Xue Lan patted Long Siyin's hand, then looked at Ling Yuanzi: "Disciple's state of mind is normal, Master need not worry."
"The path of cultivation is subject to the arising and ceasing of causes and conditions; I have long since seen through it."
The inner demon in his mind put down his fishing rod and watched as several streaks of fire streaked across the sky, leaving brilliant trails as they disappeared into the horizon.
Can one see through the arising and ceasing of causes and conditions?
She poured all the small, silvery fish she had caught into the water, muttering to herself:
"Where does the concept of 'origin and extinction' even come from in the genus *Wolf*?"
An absolutely united community, with absolute loyalty and conviction, forges an unbreakable bond.
Even the connection between him and Jinyue Lake, which has lasted for over a thousand years, is now being discussed here as a matter of beginning and end.
The inner demon wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
Xue Lan is good at saying goodbye, but she hates never seeing someone again.
You can wait forever, no matter how many years pass or how time changes.
But she hated never seeing him again...
"Xue Lan..." The inner demon looked at the calm, icy lake before him: "You're not allowed to lie!"
Lord Wolf did not respond to her, but instead casually changed the subject, asking Ling Yuanzi, "How is Xiaoshan?"
Ling Yuanzi could tell from her expression that she was resistant to this topic.
If I continued, she would probably brush me off, so I went along with her and replied:
"That child locked himself in the back mountain for two days, and then devoted himself to studying divination, just like you..."
Ling Yuanzi paused slightly, seemingly choosing his words carefully: "Just as worrying as you."
Xue Lan put away the basket in her hand and smiled, "Master, please don't worry about your disciple."
"As for that child Xiaoshan, I hope Master will take care of him. He lost his teachers at such a young age; he must be suffering terribly. A long, long time ago, when Xue Lan first lost his elders, he was about the same age..."
Ling Yuanzi didn't immediately respond, but quietly watched Xue Lan gently chatter on and on.
He knew that when Xue Lan was talking about his childhood, it was probably when Lord Wolf was still a little wolf.
That was at least three thousand years ago, several cycles older than his age.
It seems that a demon lord who has reigned for thousands of years has no need for a mere old human to manage him.
However, Xue Lan is his apprentice.
Just as Xue Lan had said when she revealed her identity to him.
Regardless of Xue Lan's past life, in this life she is merely his disciple.
Even though she had long since severed ties with the Xuanhuang Sect, she was still Ling Yuanzi's eldest disciple.
Thinking of this, Ling Yuanzi suddenly raised his hand and slashed the blade of the Chasing Cloud Sword behind him.
A sharp pain shot through her fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood fell to the ground, interrupting Xue Lan's words.
She slowly raised her head to look at Ling Yuanzi, her expression somewhat bewildered: "Master?"
Why would you cut your hand for no reason?
Ling Yuanzi didn't speak, but instead took a step forward, raised his hand and pressed it against Xue Lan's brow. His divine sense, guided by blood, rushed straight into Xue Lan's sea of consciousness.
"What is he trying to do?" the inner demon exclaimed in alarm. "Even at this point, he still cares about me?"
"Don't panic," Xue Lan said calmly. "It should be a sword mark."
Sword cultivators in the Yuanming Lower Realm have a tradition of imprinting sword seals on their disciples. A sword seal is a protective mechanism where sword intent connects with bloodline and is directly imprinted on the outer periphery of the soul.
The sword intent contained within it was even stronger than that of the hairpin Ling Yuanzi had given him before.
“I always felt that my life was short. If the sword seal suddenly lost its original owner, it might turn you little guys into idiots. So I’ve been thinking about it.” Ling Yuanzi withdrew his hand and looked at the semi-transparent little sword between Xue Lan’s eyebrows. Around the little sword was the strange fire mark that Xue Lan had just been stimulated to produce.
Like being reborn from the ashes.
"But I've figured it out now."
The old man looked sorrowful, and his voice was hoarse.
"Lanlan, Master will always wait."
"Don't keep Master waiting too long."
Xue Lan nodded: "Okay."
"Master, after I go to Qinglinjiang, I will head to the Upper Realm. Before that, I need your help."
"What is it?" Ling Yuanzi asked, puzzled.
Xue Lan smiled gently:
"Please trouble Master to go to Duanshui Pass and tell Aunt about Master Uncle's matter."
"In this matter, Xue Lan is a coward."
"Coward?" Ling Yuanzi raised his hand and patted his disciple's head:
"In the entire Yuanming Realm, there is no one more daring than you."
After a brief conversation, Ling Yuanzi accepted Xue Lan's mission and prepared to head to Duanshui Pass. Before leaving, he gave Long Siyin a wisp of his own sword energy.
“Practice diligently. Your mastery of the Emperor Dragon Sword Technique far surpasses that of your father.”
Long Siyin sheathed her sword energy and thanked her:
"Thank you, Master. I will keep an eye on Xue Lan."
Ling Yuanzi smiled kindly: "Good children, you are all good children."
After speaking, the old man transformed into a blue streak of light and disappeared in an instant.
Long Siyin stared intently at Xue Lan, who was standing to her side, and suddenly spoke: "Xue Lan."
"Well, what happened?"
Upon hearing this, Xue Lan turned her head and was then embraced by Long Siyin.
Xue Lan had set off in such a hurry that Long Siyin was still wearing the same armor she had worn at Duanshui Pass, which was digging painfully into Xue Lan's bones. What's more, Du Ying, who was even more sentimental than her master, kept trying to squeeze in beside her.
"It's alright, Siyin." Xue Lan wanted to pat Long Siyin's shoulder, just like she usually comforted Xue Tong.
Then she realized that Long Siyin was much taller than her, and she couldn't get a good shot.
Lord Wolf King simply gave up and turned his head with difficulty to look at Du Ying, who was pacing around anxiously and buzzing.
Lord Wolf has never shown favoritism.
So she raised her hand with difficulty: "Come, come, come!"