HLnovel Chapter 381 She has one pair of eyes
Chapter 381 She has one pair of eyes
There are many different kinds of people and demons in this world, and a small number of them possess talents that are unmatched by others.
For example, Xue Lan had just killed Lin Shuang, and her best friend from her previous life, the dragon princess Ao Zhu, was born with the talent to see through the aura of the demon race.
Take Yan Chengxue for example; she was born with the ability to see through the entanglements of time.
However, special physical constitutions among humans are ultimately only a minority.
After all, humans are the most intelligent of all beings, and they have already gained enough advantages in cultivation. The way of heaven is to maintain balance.
In order to maintain balance, talents that are rare among humans do indeed appear in large numbers among demons.
For example, the bewitching techniques of the fox demon clan.
For example, the Julan clan's keen awareness of the influence of Qi.
These talents are the icing on the cake for humans, and the foundation for the survival of demons.
Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan's gentle smile, the woman holding the small glass bottle in her hands, her eyes tender and sorrowful.
This made her too embarrassed to offer any further advice.
The girl hesitated for a long time, her voice soft:
"Be careful, don't expose your true identity."
Xue Lan nodded slightly, her voice like a babbling brook flowing gently in the boundless night:
"No, this story has nothing to do with Lord Wolf from my previous life."
What she wants to tell is Xue Lan in this life.
It is the crimson sunset over Luoxia Mountain, and the peaceful Chang'an of Fuyang City.
The desolate gray-sky demon cave, the demon race's mountains and rivers, and the smoke and fire of human life.
In this story, Xue Lan is just a passerby.
It is a pair of eyes.
The woman blinked gently and tapped the glass bottle a few times with her fingertips.
The dormant vine inside stirred slightly, and then bloomed a pale blue flower once more.
An old man walked up to Xue Lan and the other two; it was Ku He.
The old man had changed out of his tattered clothes and now looked incredibly dignified.
The old man slowly bowed to Xue Lan:
“Fairy, the transformation banquet of my Julan clan needs a story to begin, and now, the time has come.”
The old man was bent very low. When Xue Tong looked around, all the Julan people around him were also bent over.
They were devout and solemn, as if they were worshipping the deity in their hearts.
"Fellow Daoist Ku, there's no need for such formalities." Xue Lan opened the glass jar in her hand, and small vines suddenly grew out of the mouth of the jar, covered with many small flowers.
"Xue Lan never breaks his promises."
The woman released the jar from her hand, and Xue Tong saw that the jar was floating in mid-air, with the inscribed vines inside growing continuously, passing over Xue Lan's shoulder, and entwining with other vines as they climbed towards the huge blue stone wall.
Xue Lan slowly raised her hand and clapped her hands.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
After the three calls, the entire Julan tribe looked at the woman dressed in black robes.
The golden embroidery on Xue Lan's body glowed slowly and changed continuously, with the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas outlined by fine lines leaping onto the hem of her skirt.
The woman spoke slowly, her tone solemn:
"I am Xue Lan, the eldest disciple of Lingyuan Zhenren of Jiyuan Peak in the Xuanhuang Sect..."
In the gentle breeze of the flower field at night, Xue Tong listened quietly to Xue Lan's story.
Together with the plant spirits of the Orchid Clan.
The woman's story this time is really long, long enough to span Xue Lan's entire life.
This story is very short, only a little over twenty years, which is just a moment for both immortals and demons.
From facing death on a snowy night to meeting his mentor, to finally enjoying a joyous banquet with friends in Yandu.
It seems like just a small matter.
It was simply a peaceful and serene time in Xuanhuang, a quiet courtyard in a bamboo grove where the days and months passed.
It was only entrusted by a close friend of Luoxia that the lonely soul of the fallen warrior could not return home.
It's just... it's just...
Thinking of this, the girl finally couldn't hold back the tears that had been welling up in her eyes and let them fall.
She thought of so many people.
Those who are alive are still striving, while those who have died are buried in memories...
All of this is brought back to life and becomes clear in Xue Lan's story.
Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan through her blurry, tear-filled eyes; the woman's face still held that gentle expression.
It felt as if I were just a passerby.
The people and things she knew were like a scroll unfolding around Xue Lan, slowly passing by.
When the story ended, Xue Tong wasn't the only one crying.
The Julan people love stories and are naturally empathetic. When the inscription vines behind Xue Lan left a long picture on the huge blue stone wall, the Julan people below were already crying uncontrollably.
Xue Lan looked at the huge blue stone wall, on which the pictures floated on the surface, and the colorful lines swayed slowly.
It's like a floating painting, or like a river flowing endlessly.
The woman looked at the suffering and bitterness at the very front.
The old patriarch is indeed worthy of being called the old patriarch; he hasn't cried yet, his eyes are just shining.
The old man bowed to Xue Lan and said, "Thank you, young lady."
After saying this, the old man raised his hand and shone a beam of light onto the stone wall. All the lines on it emitted a dazzling light, then transformed into a vast meteor shower, falling onto the flower field in front of Xue Lan.
The orchids that touched these meteor showers began to grow rapidly, and when their petals withered, they gave birth to chubby, white babies. Each baby was dressed in a uniform white robe.
Xue Tong couldn't help but think to herself:
"So this is the Transformation Feast."
After the children were picked up by their parents, the sound of bitterness echoed throughout the entire cave:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the transformation is complete, the banquet begins."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, dishes appeared on the table in front of Xue Lan and the other two. Xue Lan picked up a silver cup first, which contained a clear pink liquid.
Xue Lan: "I'm so thirsty and a little embarrassed from talking, let me have a drink."
The woman took a sip of what was inside, then squinted her eyes with pleasure.
Xue Tong asked her cautiously, "Is it good?"
Xue Lan nodded, her eyes crinkling with a smile.
Then Xue Tong also took a sip, and her face felt sour from the sourness.
Xue Tong: "Xue Lan, can't you be a decent human being?"
Xue Lan shook her head and rejected Xue Tong's application.
Xue Tong really wanted to force this person to drink the entire contents of the cup, making her shake her head from the sourness.
"Xue Lan, is your story an autobiography?" Xue Tong suddenly asked.
Xue Lan was engrossed in eating when she heard this and looked up to reply:
"no!"
"It's just a story I saw through my eyes."
Xue Tong was somewhat skeptical and continued to press for answers:
Is there any deeper meaning in saying all this?
Xue Lan plans things out carefully; she doesn't do things on a whim.
Xue Lan shook her head: "There's no plan."
"I do plan ten steps ahead for every step I take, but while most cultivation in this world can be calculated, there are always exceptions based on a few fortunate opportunities."
"Sometimes, the fate of a person on the verge of death lies precisely in these unpredictable opportunities."
The woman's smile deepened as she placed a piece of food on Xue Tong's plate.
"Eat your fill, we're going back tomorrow!"