Chapter 34: Chapter 33

Feng Zhijiu and Bing Ying passed the test stone easily, and when they finally reached the city gate, the sky had already darkened, and a bright moon hung high in the sky. Bing Ying looked around and found an inn not far from the city gate.

 

"Shizun, there is an inn there, will Shizun stay there tonight?" He asked while waiting for Feng Zhijiu's decision.

 

She looked at the inn, it was not bad and there were not many people in it. She nodded and they walked towards the inn. Walking into the inn, there are still people sitting in the main hall eating and drinking while listening to story tellers. The atmosphere is quite lively but not noisy.

 

When Bing Ying went to rent a room, Feng Zhijiu sat down at the nearest table and listened to the story. The storyteller's voice is very pleasant, and the story is told vividly. His aged voice evokes a good vibe as the story comes to life.

 

"When Han Yu Xianjun rescued the beautiful princess, the emperor bestowed them with marriage. But! What can an emperor do to Han Yu Xianjun when he keeps postponing the marriage until now? He can’t do anything! Han Yu Xianjun is too strong and there are countless strong, talented and beautiful women that wish to enter his inner palace. Those women alone, can enclose this vast world!

 

‘Han Yu... It seems that he has already moved on.’

 

When she was listening to Hanyu Xianjun 's story, Bingying walked up to her and said, "Shizun, they only have one room left."

 

She nodded: "Well, let's go."

 

The two then went into their room and locked the door. In the next second, they had already entered Feng Zhijiu's space. While she was walking to the outdoor hot spring pool to take a bath, Bing Ying went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Even if they don't have to eat, his Shizun is a foodie. All materias also contain spiritual energy without impurities, so they have kept the habit of eating until now.

 

After eating, Bing Ying went to take a bath before going back to the bedroom to cultivate, while Feng Zhijiu sat on the swing. Looking at the starry night sky.

 

"It's been two hundred years since we last met. The world is changing, people are changing, I've changed… he also changed… "

 

The night passed quietly, and the morning light illuminated the sky. After breakfast, Feng Zhijiu and Bing Ying came out of her space. When they appeared in the inn room, the hall below was noisy. She sat by the bed, as Bing Ying went to check the situation.

 

He opened the door, and suddenly a long sword was aimed at his throat. Bing Ying dodges reflexively, while pulling out the Hell God Divine Sword. The two sides exchanged hundreds of moves in less than a minute.

 

Feng Zhijiu watched calmly as her disciple fought with the man in black. That man wears a half mask, only his lips are visible. A few minutes later, Bing Ying's sword stopped on the man's neck. Waiting for Feng Zhijiu to give an order to cut off his head.

 

Bing Ying asked coldly: "Who are you?"

 

The masked man looked at Feng Zhijiu and knelt down while Bing Ying looked at the masked man, and then at his master. The masked man spoke with his head bowed.

 

"Mistress, this subordinate is here to welcome the mistress back to the palace."

 

Bing Ying stared at his master without saying a word while Feng Zhijiu stood up and walked towards the masked man calmly. When she asked him, her voice was calm without any emotion.

 

"Did he send you here?"

 

Yu Si nodded, and said, "My Lord is waiting in the hall below. Mistress, please see the Lord."

 

Bing Ying couldn't help asking: "Shizun. Is that person that acquaintance?"

 

She kept her eyes on Yu Si and nodded. "It's him."

 

She raised her hand, and Bing Ying pulled back his sword on Yu Si's neck before sheathed it back to the scabbard. Feng Zhijiu walked away and opened the only window in that room.

 

"Tell him to let go. It's all in the past."

 

She jumped from the window, with Bing Ying following behind. Yu Si walked quickly to the window and looked down, but his mistress was gone. Yu Si hurried down to the main hall and reported to Xie Yuya who was waiting at the door.

 

"My lord, the mistress just left. She jumped down from the window."

 

Xie Yuya disappeared in the next second, and he found out that Feng Zhijiu and Bing Ying had already left the city. Without wasting time, he took out his flying sword and chased after them.

 

‘This time you have to listen to my explanation first.’

 

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Xie Yuya was lucky this time. He finally caught up with Feng Zhijiu and Bing Ying not far from the city’s border. Seeing him chased from behind at high speed,they landed under the banyan tree and waited for Xie Yuya.

 

Bing Ying took out a bamboo table and bamboo stools from his Qiankun bag. He then brewed Feng Zhijiu's favorite spiritual tea, poured her a cup of tea, and put another cup for the acquaintance. Then he stood one step behind his master and stood quietly.

 

A few seconds later, Xie Yuya arrived. He saw her sitting there drinking tea like she used to do. Behind her, stood a handsome young man with an expressionless face.

 

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Suddenly, he couldn't take a step. He was very scared and nervous. He was afraid that his Jiu'er had forgotten him and would find someone new. He didn't notice that his body was shaking slightly. Every night, her words were always repeated in his nightmares.

 

Feng Zhijiu looked up and saw the same handsome man standing there motionless. She knew that she still liked him. But time had changed her, and what she heard last night strengthened her decision.

 

She smiled at him and said, “Han Yu Xianjun, please sit down."

 

Xie Yuya was stunned. As soon as her voice came out, his mind went blank.

 

‘Hanyu Xianjun... Jiu'er… she won't even call me by my name…’

 

He gritted his teeth and took the first step towards her. He sat across from her and looked at her deeply. She still wears the same mask and the same cloak. But the boy who walked out with her back then has turned into a handsome man now. He looked at the cup of spiritual tea on the table. It was still the same spiritual tea they drank together back then.

 

Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Zhijiu sighed lightly. She said, "Ying'er, leave for a while."

 

"Yes, Shizun." Bing Ying left them and stood in the distance, keeping his gaze on them. 

 

Feng Zhijiu put down her cup and asked, "What does Hanyu Xianjun want from me?" Her voice was calm without any emotion.

 

Xie Yuya looked up and stared at her. "Can we talk without you wearing a mask?"

 

She didn't move and he just chuckled bitterly. He couldn't hide his sadness and asked her, "Why?"

 

"What does Xianjun mean?"

 

He looked at her with deep eyes. She could see his frustration and pain as he clenched his hands so hard that his fingers turned white.

 

"Why do you keep pushing me away? I just want to see you. These two hundred years… Do you know how I live? Every day… every second, I always think about you. I miss you so much that it’s hard to breathe."

 

"I'm sorry…."

 

When she said sorry, he snapped. Tears he fought back fell from his eyes. He speaks in a trembling voice. "I don't want your apology! What I want is us, happy together like before."

 

"......."

 

Seeing that she didn't speak, he fell silent. They just sat there quietly for a long time. She finally couldn't bear to see his tears anymore. She got up and walked away. He stood up quickly and hugged her from behind. His voice was very soft, tears dripped down and wet her shoulders.

 

"Don't leave, I beg you… Please, don't leave me, I can't live without you. I lost you twice and I can't lose you again. Jiu'er, I love you. I really, really love you."

 

She roots on the ground stiffly while her heart aching very much as his tears wet her clothes and touch her skin. She lowered her head and whispered.

 

"Why did you wait stubbornly for two hundred years? I thought you had gone far away and forgot about me. I am a person who can't love others, I am a defective product. You'd better find a woman who can love you as much as you love her."

 

"No, I can only love you in my life. If you leave me, I will destroy everything and die with you." His hoarse but firm voice came from behind her. He rested his head on her shoulder and hugged her tightly as his body trembled.

 

She sighed and said, "I can't love you the way you love me. It's not fair to you."

 

"I don't care, my love is enough for both of us."

 

She could no longer refuse him, because she knows that she loves him too. Although not as much as he loves her.

 

"... Alright. But you can't change my past, so you better stop being angry about everything that happened before I met you or when we weren't together."

 

"... Um..."

 

She heard his hesitation and warned him again. "I'm serious. If the same thing happens again and you just don't listen, then we're really done with each other."

 

He nodded, but said nothing. She patted his arms around her shoulder and sighed. "Alright, let me go. My disciple is still watching."

 

"Let me hug you for a while longer."

 

She turned back to look at him and pinched his arm, then he reluctantly let her go. She faced him and saw his eyes were red from crying. She took a towel out of her Qiankun bag and made a few small ice cubes with an ice element spell. She wrapped the ice with the towel, dragged him to sit down in front of the bamboo stool, and then pressed the cold towel on his eyelids to eliminate the redness and swelling.

 

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