HLnovel Chapter 250 Qinghe
Chapter 250 Qinghe
"Actually... this matter..."
Inside Dao Xuanzi's cave, Linghuang Zhenren stretched his wrist, which Dao Xuanzi had been holding all along, and immediately felt several gazes around him as soon as he opened his mouth.
The current sect leader of Xuanhuang Sect, Dao Xuanzi, along with the three peak masters, Kongming Zhenren, Shensuan Zhenren, and Zhuyun Daojun, plus the naturally rebellious Xue Lan, all had their gazes fixed on him.
The threatening implication is quite clear; it roughly means:
You'd better tell the truth.
Master Linghuang actually liked his junior disciple Ling Yuanzi very much and originally intended to share hardships with him.
but now……
The elderly man in fine clothes sighed, then slowly looked at Xue Lan: "What she said is true. Ling Yuan did indeed cultivate the Ephemeral Everlasting Technique."
A simple, unassuming sentence sent shockwaves through the group of people around them.
Dao Xuanzi suppressed his anger and sneered, "Junior Uncle has been asleep for nearly a thousand years. How come I didn't know you and him were so close?"
This question really hit the nail on the head. Master Linghuang knew that he would not be able to escape unscathed today.
"About six hundred years ago, when Xie Linghuan entered the sect, I had already awakened..." Master Linghuang carefully considered his words.
"My contact with him is at your master's behest, and I cannot say more about it."
Xue Lan stood to the side, thinking that it was probably the matter of the chess player that Dan Dao had mentioned before.
As for Dao Xuanzi and Ling Yuanzi's master, her direct grandmaster.
His Taoist name should be Weihe.
He ascended to the upper realm more than 500 years ago.
Xue Lan mentally took out her grudge notebook and quickly wrote down her master's name.
Once she overturns this ridiculous chessboard between the two worlds, she will personally settle accounts with each and every one of them.
After hearing Linghuang Zhenren's explanation, Dao Xuanzi realized he couldn't immediately go to the Upper Realm to find his master, so he turned his gaze to Xue Lan: "What else do you know?"
Xue Lan originally intended to tell Dao Xuanzi about Ling Yuanzi's current foolish act as the chess player, but after thinking it over again, she gave up.
Her first step in turning the game upside down is to enter the fray and become the player. It's not good to be exposed now.
The woman obediently shook her head: "This disciple does not know."
"One doesn't know and the other can't say, so let's bring the fifth brother back and ask him first."
Kong Mingzi, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, smiling as he looked at Xue Lan.
Xue Lan instinctively stepped back.
The middle-aged man spoke softly: "Do you know where your master is right now?"
Xue Lan quickly took out the quest map that Ling Yuanzi had left her and unfolded it: "Logically speaking, it should be in Guangye City."
Kongmingzi nodded, then looked at Shensuan Zhenren: "Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother."
Shen Suan Zhenren glanced at the map in Xue Lan's hand, which had a very unrestrained style, and after doing some calculations, he said, "Bingdeng Academy."
After hearing the name of the place, everyone fell silent for a moment.
After a long silence, Daoist Zhuyun slowly spoke: "No wonder."
Dao Xuanzi's voice suddenly sounded decades older: "In the end... I still can't let go."
"Xue Lan!"
Xue Lan steeled herself and stepped forward: "Disciple is here."
Dao Xuanzi glanced at Xue Lan, then at the silent Linghuang Zhenren: "Since you've finally returned, stay in the sect for two days. After two days, I will connect a wisp of your master's aura for you, and then you can go find him."
Xue Lan was overjoyed and quickly bowed, saying, "Thank you, Senior Uncle."
She hadn't gone directly to Ling Yuanzi before because she was afraid he would escape if she alerted him. Now, without Linghuang Zhenren covering for her, and with Ling Yuanzi's aura acting as a guide, everything was foolproof.
Even if someone tipped off Ling Yuanzi, she would still chase her to the ends of the earth.
After arranging everything, Dao Xuanzi looked exhausted. He waved his hand and dismissed everyone, including Linghuang Zhenren.
Linghuang Zhenren turned around somewhat dejectedly, only to meet Xue Lan, whose rebellious grand-disciple winked at him.
It roughly means: I will come back to find you.
Linghuang Zhenren: This is terrible!
At this moment, Kong Mingzi beckoned to Xue Lan: "Come here."
Xue Lan was actually quite resistant to Kong Mingzi, but she still obediently went over to him.
Kongmingzi said calmly, "Hand."
Xue Lan obediently raised her hand, mobilizing all her spiritual power to deal with her senior uncle's surprise inspection.
The middle-aged man pressed down on her wrist, and after a few breaths, he suddenly spoke: "Where have you been sitting for nine years without moving an inch?"
Xue Lan: You are truly a divine healer!
The woman obediently replied, "This disciple has found a place to refine weapons, and it has been exactly nine years."
Kongmingzi looked into her grayish-white eyes and suddenly smiled: "You're such a deep thinker!"
Xue Lan pondered to herself, "Could it be that Kong Mingzi has sensed something? Does he know that I've been playing with my soul? Or does he know that I've been frequently interfering in the fate of the dynasty? Probably not. Never mind for now."
The woman nodded: "Disciple... has a very simple mind."
Kongmingzi left with a smile in the end.
Xue Lan: What is he doing?
Before she could think it over again, a gentle yet cool voice came from behind her: "You're back."
Like the bright moon and gentle breeze in the mountains.
Xue Lan suddenly turned around and saw Xu Qinghe dressed in black.
"oops!"
Xu Qinghe looked at her and asked, "What are you 'oh'ing about?"
"Why are you wearing black clothes?" Xue Lan circled around Xu Qinghe, and as she did so, Xu Qinghe noticed the red beads hanging from the woman's earlobes.
"I heard from Master that you are leaving in two days?" the woman couldn't help but ask.
The person who had been circling around her finally stopped and nodded solemnly: "Go find my master."
Xu Qinghe didn't ask any further questions. The woman's eyes were gentle: "Would you like some osmanthus cake?"
Xue Lan was a little confused by her sudden change of topic: "Huh?"
"Eat or not?"
"Then give me some."
Half an hour later, Xue Lan sat on a stone bench in the bamboo grove courtyard of Jiyuan Peak, waiting for Xu Qinghe to feed her.
"Osmanthus cake!" Xue Tong said, standing beside her. "The last time you made it was ten years ago, wasn't it?"
Xue Lan recalled the scene and couldn't help but laugh: "I remember Lian Chuan was losing his baby teeth at the time."
Xue Tong recalled Xue Lan's actions during the time she was getting her baby teeth replaced in Lianchuan, and patted her on the shoulder: "You only remember those despicable things."
The two had barely exchanged a few words when Xu Qinghe arrived. The woman wasn't surprised to see Xue Tong appear out of nowhere; instead, she placed the small basket she was carrying on the table: "Tongtong has grown up."
Xue Lan looked at Xue Tong and gave her a gentle smile that she had never given her before: "Hello, Sister Qinghe."
She took out two fragrant osmanthus cakes from the basket without saying a word.
She had known all along that the younger sister she pulled out of her sleeve wasn't close to her.
Xu Qinghe put down the osmanthus cake and sat down opposite Xue Lan. Her black dress made her look cold, and her tone was full of regret: "You came back at the wrong time. The Crane Dance Banquet just ended a few days ago."
Xue Lan had just stuffed two pieces of osmanthus cake into her mouth when she heard this, and swallowed them forcefully: "Have you learned a new song?"
Xu Qinghe's eyes flickered slightly: "It's been ten years, it's time to learn some new tunes."
The woman took a piece of osmanthus cake and took a small bite.
Xue Tong glanced at Xue Lan and couldn't help but whisper to her, "Is she unhappy?"
Xue Lan: "I'm not blind."
Xu Qinghe finished a piece of osmanthus cake in silence, and then spoke again.
"I know why you kept me in the sect."
Xue Lan dared not speak, but could only respond in her heart: "I know too."
Xu Qinghe was the disciple with the best temper and the most restrained and polite nature among Xue Lan's generation.
Such a disciple is suitable to take charge after everything has collapsed... no, to clean up the mess.
She possessed the same broad perspective as her brother, yet also retained the gentle nature of Yin Xiu. Obeying the sect's arrangements, she had only dared to speak with Xue Lan for so many years.
Xue Lan suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest as she looked at Xu Qinghe's beautiful profile:
"I'm sorry... I made you worry."
Whether it was the people on the desolate battlefield or her, who had nothing better to do than run around outside, Xu Qinghe was worried about them all.
War is nothing but constant torment, tormenting not only those who fight but also their families…
Xu Qinghe smiled gently, without directly answering Xue Lan's question: "Would you like to listen to a flute performance?"
Xue Lan nodded.
Xu Qinghe slowly got up, took out a purple jade flute from her sleeve, and slowly played it.
"Woo~"
The melodious sound of the flute slowly rose, like a babbling brook, mixed with the sound of the surrounding wind, and soared into the endless sky.
The melodious flute music and the aroma of osmanthus cake gave Xue Lan a fleeting feeling of returning to many years ago.
She has been reminiscing about it every day since the war began.
When the song ended, the sadness on Xu Qinghe's face had vanished. She turned to look at Xue Lan:
"Xue Lan, come back safely."
Xue Lan nodded slowly.
The autumn wind rustles, carrying the sound of a flute; a thousand words are left unsaid…