CH 37.2

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 37.2

Lu Qingmo was able to entertain himself or to find amusement in his own way. Wen Qing Yuan said that the scenery in the mountains was beautiful, so he took a bottle of wine to the back of the mountain and went for a stroll.

He had known for a long time that this was once Mo Fei Chen’s territory. Sometimes when he looked up at the bird’s nest in the tree, his mouth would unnaturally purse into a smile, perhaps the eggs in this nest had become Mo Fei Chen’s food.

Occasionally, a few hares run past. The yellowing leaves were spread on the ground, with the sound of crumbs when you stepped on them.

When he looked up again, there was a young figure in the forest, leaning against a tree, a bit lazy, picking his own ears with his fingers which made him seem extremely mischievous or naughty, “Lu Xiong, rather than to drink alone it’s better for two people to drink together.”

After saying this, the young man also took out a bottle of wine from behind.

Lu Qingmo looked at him and smiled slightly as he tilted his head, “Fei Chen.”

Things were strange in this world. Sometimes you see someone you miss so much and at that very moment, you may feel a wave of emotion or maybe it was so calm that you feel like you’ve been looking at that person for a long time.

Very naturally leaning against the other side of the tree, Lu Qingmo and Mo Fei Chen toasted their wine bottles and took a few sips.

“Lu Xiong, I don’t know who said, ‘Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge, then gaze afar towards the southern hills.’ [采菊东篱下，悠然见南山] 

I have always yearned for such a life.” Mo Fei Chen put his shoulder against Lu Qingmo.

“What about you right now?”

“Right now I am living in this kind of life.” Mo Fei Chen closed his eyes.

“That’s good then.” Lu Qingmo smiled and took another sip of wine, “How about you accompany me walking around? Show me around your territory.”

“Of course, no problem!” Mo Fei Chen replied boldly and straightforwardly, swaying as he walked forward. Lu Qingmo suddenly held his hand.

“Let’s go, you this drunken monkey.”

Mo Fei Chen didn’t struggle to get away from him, at that moment he felt that there was nothing wrong with being held by Lu Qingmo like this.

It was just that ‘holding your hand and growing old together’ kind of state of mind, at that time, he had not yet understood it. 

Not far away, Jun Wushuang stood there, looking at those two’s backs. He then pressed his finger on a tree, almost breaking it apart. 

That very night, Jun Wushuang left Kun Yun ShanZhuang, knowing that Mo Fei Chen did not have him in his eyes at the moment and that he would not be able to get him out of Kun Yun Mountain Manor without a precise plan if he couldn’t deal with He Yunfeng. 

Lu Qingmo stayed at the manor for two more days. He originally planned to go back to Mu Yun ShanZhuang to talk to Wen Qian Liu about what had happened in the past few days, but to his surprise, Wen Qian Liu came up to the mountain himself.

When he met him in the hall, Lu Qingmo found that his complexion looked really pale, “Shi Xiong, what exactly had happened?”

“I need to see He Yunfeng, the sooner the better … I … I’m really wrong to be the head of Mu Yun ShanZhuang!” Wen Qian Liu was a person who did things in an orderly manner, giving people a sense of security, it was rare to see him show such an expression.

When Wen Qing Yuan saw this, he also felt the urgency of the situation, “Fine, I’ll go to the back of the mountain to see He Shi Xiong but you have to tell me what exactly had happened, otherwise it will be a problem for you if He Shi Xiong is not willing to talk to you.”

“You just need to say that it’s related to my founding master, Luo Lianyun, and I believe he’ll see me!” Wen Qian Liu’s brow was deeply locked, Lu Qingmo had arrived at Kun Yun ShanZhuang for only a few days yet Wen Qian Liu was already here, so it seemed that he inevitably went as fast as possible after the incident.

Wen Qing Yuan passed on Wen Qian Liu’s words to He Yunfeng.

He Yunfeng and Mo Fei Chen were now living in a separate house in the deepest part of the manor, a little shabby but a rare moment of peace and quiet for two of them.

He Yunfeng was sitting beside the table, mending the trousers that Mo Fei Chen had caused to rip when he was climbing the mountain. The moment he heard Wen Qing Yuan’s words, he stabbed his finger.

He had never thought that someone would mention that name to him, someone who had already become his past.

“Then please ask the Manor Leader Wen to come in ba.”

Mo Fei Chen, who had been studying the new grasshopper folding method on the table, was also nervous because he knew exactly what Luo Lianyun meant to He Yun Feng.

Crossing the NaiHe Bridge alone, three lives—present life, previous life, and next life of Meng Po Soup…

When Wen Qian Liu came in, He almost fell to his knees in front of He Yunfeng, however He Yunfeng was able to hold him back.

Mo Fei Chen was also stunned, he had never seen Wen Qian Liu in such a state of panic before.

“Wen Manor Leader, please tell us what exactly has happened?” He Yunfeng helped him to sit down on a chair and poured him a cup of tea.

Wen Qian Liu took a breath and looked at Mo Fei Chen’s direction. 

“That… I’m going to go out and stroll around…” Mo Fei Chen had just walked past He Yunfeng but he was stopped and pulled by him.

“Wen Manor Leader, if you have something to say, then say it. If I know something, I’ll also tell Fei Chen.”

Wen Qian Liu was dumbfounded, seemingly not expecting He Yunfeng to put so much importance to Mo Fei Chen. He felt that this kind of trust was far greater than that of a Shi Fu towards his disciple. But he still had to say what he needed to say.

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The full poem that quoted ‘picking chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge, then gaze afar towards the southern hills.’ [采菊东篱下，悠然见南山] :

饮酒 其五

结庐在人境，

而无车马喧。

问君何能尔，

心远地自偏。

采菊东篱下，

悠然见南山；

山气日夕佳，

飞鸟相与还。

此中有真意，

欲辨已忘言。

There are several translated versions of it, I find it in internet, read only if you are interested in it;

Drinking (V)

Within the world of men I make my home,

Yet din of horse and carriage there is none;

You ask me how this quiet is achieved —

With thoughts remote the place appears alone.

While picking asters ‘neath the Eastern fence

My gaze upon the Southern mountain rests;

The mountain views are good by day or night,

The birds come flying homeward to their nests.

A truth in this reflection lies concealed,

But I forget how it may be revealed.

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I made my home amidst this human bustle,

Yet I hear no clamour from the carts and horses.

My friend, you ask me how this can be so?

A distant heart will tend towards places.

From the eastern hedge, I pluck chrysanthemum flowers,

And idly look towards the southern hills.

The mountain air is beautiful day and night,

The birds fly back to roost with one another.

I know that this must have some deeper meaning,

I try to explain, but cannot find the words.

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Among the haunts of men I build my cot,

There’s noise of wheels and hoofs, but I hear not.

How can it leave upon my mind no trace?

Secluded heart creates a secluded place.

I pick fence-side chrysanthemums at will

And leisurely I see the southern hill,

Where mountain air is fresh both day and night,

And where I find home-going birds in flight.

What is the revelation in this view?

Words fail me e’en if I try to tell.

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I built my cottage among the habitations of men,

And yet there is no clamor of carriages and horses.

You ask: “Sir, how can this be done?”

“A heart that is distant creates its own solitude.”

I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,

Then gaze afar towards the southern hills.

The mountain air is fresh at the dusk of day;

The flying birds in flocks return.

In these things there lies a deep meaning;

I want to tell it, but have forgotten the words.