frightfiction Chapter 310 Listening to the Wind
Chapter 310 Listening to the Wind
The force pulling her forward suddenly disappeared, and before her body could react, she staggered and was about to fall backwards due to inertia.
One hand firmly held her waist.
Suddenly, the tip of my nose was hit by the fragrance of bitter bamboo, smoke rising from the sky, and the jade land blooming.
It was like the long-lost sea of blood and bamboo, carrying the endless snow all over the mountains, once again broke into her sight.
Blurred, broken, grief-stricken—
A mottled white light suddenly pierced into Jiang Liqian's mind, causing her eyes to go black due to the pain.
[It’s snow.]
The bamboo shadows sway, the breeze blows, and among the white scenery, this is the only eye-catching bright color.
This seemed to be the situation since she first stepped into Jianfeng.
There is no biting cold wind, no endless snow, and no sky that is impossible to touch.
The weather here is perpetually mild and bright, with the occasional light rain. The misty mountain cottages seem shrouded in a vast, translucent sea of clouds. Walking closer along the damp bluestone slabs, you can see the delicate aroma of tea rising from the courtyard corridor, a breathtaking sight, like being on the shore of a turquoise water, basking in the moonlight and the wind.
Behind the tea mist, there was a person sitting there.
She was wearing a green dress with a loose belt, a jade crown and black hair. Her bony hands slowly brushed across the mist on the porcelain cup, revealing a delicate and elegant face.
Another person came onto the bluestone path in the mountains. The newly grown moss was lush and green, full of vitality, but that person was covered in blood. Her scattered hair made it impossible to see her eyebrows and eyes. Only her dry and pale lips were tightly pursed, with an indomitable tenacity.
The person stopped in front of him, the floating raindrops spread between the two of them, and they looked at each other. The flying hems of their clothes were instantly soaked by the rustling sound of cold bamboo leaves.
"What do you want?"
"I'm here to dig out your heart."
The wind has stopped, but the rain is still falling.
The tea drips into the bowl, the tea leaves tumble, and then sink silently into the darkest depths.
The green robe floated as he gently plucked the strings in front of him. The ringing sound permeated the mountain full of green bamboo and white snow.
A deep voice accompanied the sound of the piano, and he asked her, "Are you the real you now?"
The visitor didn't hesitate at all, looked away, and nodded: "It's me."
A long sigh, a slow laugh, a wordless loneliness and joy.
He stopped playing the piano, brushed away the teacup, stood up from the bamboo shadows, looked at her familiar eyebrows from afar, and said from his throat: "Hmm."
After a pause, he showed his most skilled, gentle and elegant smile: "Okay, my life is for you."
The sword in the man's hand finally trembled.
Her voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, yet she was resolute and ruthless. "You must not be discovered. After taking your heart, my memory will be immediately sealed. I will not remember that I killed you, so - I will not atone for your sins. I will not feel guilty, I will not be sad, and I will not shed a single tear for you..."
"I will soon be expelled from the Tiangan Sect. I will never set foot here again. I won't even know you're dead... Have you really decided not to resist?"
He slowly lowered his eyes, his green robe fluttering like clouds, mist, water and flowers. Among his immortal appearance, he was the most unrestrained, elegant and proud.
"I won't die. I've simply returned to my original form." He slowly walked in front of her, looking intently into her eyes. He pictured her completely to himself, then smiled gently. "Don't hesitate, don't be sad. Hold on to your sword and continue on your path. I believe you will succeed."
The blood color spread, the cold light flashed, and the bells jingled.
The snow on Jianfeng Peak finally fell into the green, crushing the upright green shadows.
When I woke up, I was in an elegant bamboo house.
Above the head is a simple green curtain.
Not far away, there is a small window that is half open.
Outside the window, bamboo shadows rustle and the garden is filled with the fragrance of tea.
Jiang Liqian blinked, not understanding why she was here.
"Hey, have you been drugged and made stupid?" someone joked. Suddenly, there was a hand waving around in front of him, making him dizzy.
Jiang Liqian rubbed his temples and struggled to get up, but his body was still in severe pain.
"Why are you here?"
Song Ziming raised the medicine bowl in his hand and said, "I was captured to treat your injuries. You have to pay me spirit stones. The sect competition is coming soon, and I have spent my precious cultivation time here to take care of you."
Jiang Li nodded lightly, and without shirking her obligation, she took out a few high-grade spirit stones and stuffed them into his arms. She lowered her head and rubbed her temples, her brows furrowed, and she seemed to be in great pain. She asked him in a muffled voice, "Is my injury serious?"
Song Ziming looked at her, handed her the medicine, asked her to drink it first, and then skillfully took her pulse.
"You're confused, are you having a nightmare?"
Jiang Liqian neither shook her head nor nodded.
Song Ziming glanced at her and reminded her: "It is not a good thing for a monk to always have nightmares."
Jiang Liqian closed her eyes, unable to hide the fatigue after the dream: "I know, but..."
Since it was just a dream, how could she control it just because she wanted to?
Song Ziming raised an eyebrow, smiled slightly, and pulled out a rectangular box from his Qiankun bag and handed it to her. "Sentient incense, calms the mind and regulates qi, cures all ailments. Each incense costs one mid-grade spirit stone, and there are 365 in a box. Made by a famous master, honest and trustworthy. Do you want it?"
Jiang Liqian's mouth twitched: "You did it?"
Song Ziming raised his chest, not blushing at all after being exposed, but full of complacency: "Yes, it was done by me, the future Ninth Transformation Alchemist."
Jiang Liqian almost rolled her eyes.
A Ninth-Rank Alchemist? Even the current Alchemy Peak Masters aren't Ninth-Rank, and he's so bold as to say that!
"Then do you want it?"
Jiang Liqian didn't even raise her eyelids, and threw the spirit stone to him.
Song Ziming narrowed his eyes and smiled so hard that the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears: "Jiang Liqian, I was right. You are the only one in the sect who knows the best!"
What does it mean?
Jiang Liqian was stunned and looked up at him.
Seeing her gazing at him suspiciously, Song Ziming couldn't resist and coughed guiltily, "Ah, you know, the people at Danfeng would love to visit the injured disciples' courtyards every day with pills in their hands, asking about their well-being and trying out their... ahem, healing abilities. But for some reason, no one dares to use my stuff. Humph, they're just shortsighted people. They're different from you."
"Li Qian, if you ever break a limb, or your dantian or infant is shattered, come to me. I'll heal you and give you a 50% discount. How about that?"
“…” She didn’t think it was very good.
"Can I return this box of calming incense?"
Song Ziming smiled like a little fox that had just eaten something: "No."
"..."
Song Ziming stood up and patted her shoulder: "Your injuries this time are fine. You just used too much spiritual power. Both arms are dislocated, not broken. There are some cracks in the meridians. They will be fine after recuperation. You can hold on. You actually waited until Elder Tingfeng arrived to faint from such a huge monster. Not bad!"