CH 30.2

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 30 Part 2

Wu Liang Chanshi took a step forward. Suddenly, a sword Qi came out like splashing ink, smooth and natural, but with a great air. Wu Liang Chanshi was forced by that person’s attack and hit the back wall before he could even take out his sword Qi. The whole wall fell like powder, except for the place where Wu Liang Chanshi was standing.

“Benefactor Lu…”

Lu Qingmo picked up Mo Fei Chen who was lying on the ground, his true qi seeped through his wrists and into his meridians, “Da Shi, you are so confused! I can’t believe you can’t see the Jing Shui Sect’s tricks!”

Mo Fei Chen slowly opened his eyes, Lu Qingmo’s expression was always lazy, perhaps he would mock the world when others didn’t know, perhaps he would occasionally be sad, but never with a frown as deep as this, his gaze was like a sharp blade of a sword. 

“Lu Xiong (Brother Lu)…”

“You, this fool! You’ve been with Jun Wushuang for so long and you don’t  even notice anything!”

Mo Fei Chen laughed, it was meaningless whether he was aware of it or not, he knew that his sword seed was shattered.

Once the sword seed was destroyed, he himself was also about to run out of fuel.

Mo Fei Chen suddenly remembered Zi Xia faerie from the Journey to the West 1[This is what Zi Xia immortal said in Journey to the West movie, “My lover is an unparalleled hero, he will step on the colorful auspicious clouds to marry me, I guessed the beginning, but I can’t guess the ending…”], but he was a bit different from her.

“Lu Xiong… you know… I neither guessed the beginning… nor the end of it…”

He went to Jiang Hu for Yu Jin, but he met Jun Wushuang. He wanted to get rid of Jun Wushuang but instead, he was left behind by the other party. He wanted to go back to see He Yunfeng, but in the end he probably could only die in Lu Qingmo’s embrace.

“Send me back to Kun Yun Peak… Lu Xiong…there is someone waiting for me there…” Mo Fei Chen finally closed his eyes. In his mind, He Yunfeng was leaning on the cliff path fence, looking down at the flowers in a mirror or the moon in the water [fig.for an illusion] at the bottom of a valley.

I miss you, Shi Fu.

I should say that I think about you all the time.

Wu Liang Chanshi rushed forward, hold his wrist, together with Lu Qingmo tried to save Mo Fei Chen’s life by using his inner strength.

Only half of his internal force could continue to reach the meridians below, but their internal forces flowed through the shattered sword seed yet it could not store the true qi.

Mo Fei Chen was brought into a room. Wu Liang Chanshi brought a brocade box from the hall with a crystal-clear pill inside, “This is the Tai Hun Luo Meng Pill, originally made by my Shi Di, Wu Shou to enhance his power, although the pill was completed, he died at the hands of the Bai Xue Cult from Xīyù. I was the one who hurt Mo Shao Xia, this elixir will keep him alive for three days. If there is any other way to save Mo Shao Xia, even if this old monk has to use my own life, this old monk will not hesitate to do so!”

Lu Qingmo gave him the pill, cupped his hands in salute and said to Wu Liang, “It’s not all your Da Shi’s fault, it’s just a matter of fate, due to an unexpected turn of events… If I, Lu Qingmo, had arrived earlier, it wouldn’t have been like this…”

“What is your plan, Benefactor Lu?”

“Since he said he wanted to go back to Kun Yun Mountain, I will take him back.” Lu Qingmo took a deep breath, “He Yunfeng is retired there, if he can wake up again after a hundred year of sleep, perhaps he has some way to save Fei Chen.”

“Then, this old monk will go with you.”

“No thanks,” said Lu Qingmo, picking Mo Fei Chen up from the bed, “We’ll set off after this and travel as quickly as we can to Mount Kun Yun. Da Shi 2[大师: Da Shi; Great Master (courtesy title used to address a Buddhist monk) still better, stay at the temple, take charge of the temple and prevent the Jing Shui Sect’s evil doers from coming back.”

Mo Fei Chen was bought by Lu Qingmo hurried up like this to Mount Kun Yun.]

At this moment, He Yunfeng’s left hand was resting on the cliff path fence, looking towards the mountain gate, when he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his fingertips. A wooden thorn had pierced the bone of his finger and the blood had not yet flowed, but the pain was already gripping his heart.

Exactly at this moment, a young disciple came to him with a food box and bowed politely, “Shi Zu, it’s time for lunch.”

He Yunfeng took the box and asked, “How long has it been since your Shi Fu and the disciples returned to Kun Yun Mountain from Mu Yun ShanZhuang?”

“More than half a month.”

He Yunfeng leisurely turned around and said with a frown, “Then why hasn’t he come back yet?… That’s right, he is still young.”

Mo Fei Chen woke up with a dull feeling in his chest, he seemed to be inside the moving carriage as he leaned on Lu Qingmo, “Am I still alive…?”