CH 39.2

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 39 Part 2

When both of them returned to the hut, they saw that Wen Qian Liu’s hair was in disarray, his clothes were covered in dust and there was blood on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that when he dealt with the Dian husband and wife, he still suffered some injuries.

He Yunfeng hurriedly stepped forward, held him to stop him and said, “Did you get the sword seed back?”

“This disciple has already retrieved the sword seed from Dian Ling, but it must be stored in a sea of Qi, so I…”

“That’s natural.” He Yunfeng’s tightly knitted brows relaxed, “You are Lianyun’s sect disciple, so naturally her sword seeds should be given to you for you to keep.”

Wen Qian Liu hurriedly knelt down, “But it was this disciple who caused the loss of Shi Zu’s sword seed and the loss of her life. How dare this disciple keep Shi Zu’s sword seed for myself? Senior, this Qian Yun Sword Seed… this disciple begs you to keep it for her!”

Mo Fei Chen sighed, given Wen Qian Liu’s characteristics, maybe, after handing over Qian Yun Sword Seed to He Yunfeng, he would feel that he was failing in doing his duty and then he would have to thank his successive generations of ancestors by disabling his own martial arts skills or maybe by killing oneself. 

He Yunfeng closed his eyes, “Wen Manor Leader, you should know that Luo Lianyun is dead already. The only thing she left behind is exactly this sword seed. I have decided to withdraw from Jiang Hu and let go of the affairs of the world. Even if one day Eluoduo comes back from the dead, I will not return to Jiang Hu. Even if you give me the sword seed of Qian Yun (Thousand Cloud) Sword, what’s the point of it? Why don’t you put it to good use? I hope that you can use the sword seed to uphold the justice of the martial world if one day, Kemoluo from Bai Xue Cult really becomes the second Eluoduo.”

“But …”

“There is no but, as you said, it was your poor guarding that caused Lianyun to be dead (put on eternal sleep, not going to wake up anymore). Since it is so, is it your duty to carry on her unfulfilled wish or are you, Wen Qian Liu, the kind of person who would shirk the responsibility for a mistake he made and choose to die instead?” He Yunfeng’s tone became heavier and Wen Qian Liu hurriedly knelt down.

“What senior has taught me a lesson, this junior (younger generation)  accepted it!”l

He Yunfeng laughed, “What senior and junior? Isn’t He ‘mou1[He is He Yunfeng surname while ‘mou’ is the way he refer to himself after putting his surname first]‘ about the same age as you, Wen Qian Liu?”

Mo Fei Chen looked around from the distance and saw that Zheng Rixing was still passed out down there, but something seemed to be flowing down around his neck. Mo Fei Chen stepped forward to take a look, “Yunfeng, Zheng Rixing’s neck has been cut off!”

He Yunfeng and Wen Qian Liu went up to take a look, but Zheng Rixing was already dead. It must be the time when He Yunfeng took Mo Fei Chen to clean his wounds, someone must have come here secretly.

“It must be that Li Bilian!” Wen Qian Liu had a regretful look on his face, “When this disciple wounded Dian Ling and took out the sword seed, Li Bilian managed to escape!”

“You can write a letter to inform the martial arts community of the whole sequence of events, for even if this woman has as great as the heaven abilities, she will not be allowed to live in Jiang Hu from now on.” He Yunfeng said indifferently, turning around as he was holding Mo Fei Chen’s hand, “We this master and disciple will stay in this town for one more nightPeak,  tomorrow, early in the morning we will return to Kun Yun Peak.”

“Wait a minute, sen…ior.” Wanting Wen Qian Liu didn’t call He Yunfeng as ‘senior’ indeed was too difficult for him since this guy was clinging to outworn rules and ideas or a pedantic guy, “This time after I go back, this diciple is going to bury my Shi Zu so I hope senior can be there.”

“What you said it’s also right, I’ve known Lianyun for many years so I must see her off for the last time.”

Three days later, He Yunfeng and his party returned to the Mu Yun ShanZhuang.

The news could not be hidden and before they buried Luo Lianyun, many sect leaders arrived in person, including Great Master Wu Liang and Liu Fei Ying, as well as Qing Yi Hou and Jin Ziyu were also among them. Qu Shaofeng, the leader of Yu Lin (玉麟) 2[Yu Lin (玉麟), Yu means jade while Lin means kylin; a female(Chinese) unicorn.]Sect, who had been indulging in collecting paintings and calligraphy for four or five years, neglecting Jiang Hu’s matter also came there personally. His Zhai Feng (摘峰)3[摘峰 Zhai Feng, Zhai means to pick; pluck; take off; make extract of something while Feng means (of a mountain) high and tapered peak or summits/ the highest level)]sword was also one of the ten most famous swords, but in recent years it has been described as a “infatuation with fine details prevents one making progress” (玩物丧志)4[玩物丧志: lit. trifling destroys the will (idiom) ; pursuit of petty pleasures thwarts high aims; pleasure-seeking undermines lofty aspirations] and many people wonder how much of his skill remained. Zhao Qingyi, the head of the Zhen Jing Sect located in Zhen Jing Mount was a woman in her early thirties and her Zheng Yue (峥月)5[Zheng Yue (峥月) means high, lofty, noble Yue means moon]Sword was also one of the ten most famous swords. When Mo Fei Chen saw her, he was really stunned.

“What’s wrong?” He Yunfeng flicked him on his head using his index finger. 

“Zhao Sect Leader is so pretty (good looking).”

When Lu Qingmo, who was carrying a wine bottle, heard him say that, he couldn’t help but laughed out loud, “Fei Chen ah, Fei Chen, you are standing next to He Yunfeng and complimenting other women is good looking, I really don’t know how to say you.”

“Then why can’t I?” Mo Fei Chen shook his chin toward Lu Qing Mo, “Why can’t I? The sect leader is a woman, women have their own beauty, so what does it matter if I admire or appreciate it from non having an evil thoughts point of view? I also always think that you look good too, don’t I?”

Lu Qingmo pucker up his lips in a smile, it was as if a clear stream of water was spreading out on the paper, “Then do you have any evil thoughts (desire)?”

Mo Fei Chen was stunned as he leaned back against He Yunfeng, “I have Yunfeng, so how can I have evil thoughts about you?”

Lu Qingmo used the wine bottle to touch his head, the curve of his mouth as he left made it difficult for Mo Fei Chen to come back to his senses for a long time.　

Looking up, he then realized He Yunfeng was looking at him.

“What’s wrong?”