C114 Wangqing Chuan

Spirit World's capital — Spirit River. At this time, it had already entered the spiritual season. Everywhere was golden yellow, and the cute Spirit Flowers were competing to bloom, causing the entire Spirit River City to appear exceptionally enchanting. Although such a beautiful season was rare in Ling Chuan, at this moment, Ling Chuan was completely silent and depressed.

The Upper Spirit Realm only had two seasons, the Upper Spirit Realm and the Cold Spirit. The Upper Spirit was relatively short, but the Cold Spirit was very long. It could be said that the Spirit World spent most of the year inside the Cold Spirit. In the spiritual world, the spiritual season was equivalent to the mid-autumn season in the mortal world, while the cold spirit corresponded to the human world's winter season.

Ever since their return from the Heavenly Wind Altar, Mu Xianqing had been in low spirits. With the sudden appearance of Uncle Fang, the final dissipation of the soul of the ancient Undead had dealt a heavy blow to her. It was as if her entire person had fallen into a world of endless desolation. She was unable to extricate herself. Her willpower seemed to have been obliterated. She could no longer see any hope or motivation. She was like a walking corpse.

At this moment, Wang Qingchuan was standing on the veranda outside of Mu Lengqing's sleeping quarters. Waves of a warm night breeze blew by, lifting up the long muslin curtain on the veranda. It continuously swayed back and forth like a flower drifting with the wind, beautiful yet short. Wang Qingchuan was still standing in the night wind. The wind carelessly lifted her silky skirt. The cool wind blew past her face. She was lost in her thoughts and could not feel the cold wind at all.

"Qingchuan Spirit Child, the wind is strong late at night. Please have a cup of spirit flower soup to warm your body." A maidservant, who was squatting behind her, raised an exquisite silver bowl. Within the bowl, there was a milky-white broth that had just been stewed, emitting an alluring fragrance. This was Wang Qingchuan's favorite broth. The cold weather of the spirit realm coupled with the dry air of the spiritual season made Wang Qingchuan drink a bowl of spirit flower soup every day to replenish his body. Spirit Flowers were a very common flower in Spirit Chuan. They bloomed all year round, and even when the spirit snow fluttered in the cold season, the spirit flowers would bloom in the snow. Perhaps it opened all year round, absorbing the ethereal energy from the spirit river, using the spirit flower pot's spirit flower soup is fresh, warm, after entering the body can nourish the body's needed warm energy.

Wang Qingchuan turned around and looked at the steaming bowl of spirit flower soup. However, he had no appetite and asked, "How is Master now? Are you still not willing to eat anything?" Wang Qingchuan asked worriedly when he heard that she had just come out of Mu Lengqing's bedroom.

"Yes, it's the same as a few days ago …" "I refuse to eat anything. What should I do if this goes on …" This servant timidly replied.

Wang Qingchuan let out a long sigh. The night wind was even tighter, so she tied up her clothes and turned around to receive the silver bowl from Ling Servant. "Okay, there's nothing else. You can leave now." After which, he headed straight for Mu Lengqing's sleeping quarters.

The night wind blew, blowing up the curtain on the palace veranda and swaying it wildly, revealing the loneliness and serenity of the palace.

Wang Qingchuan walked through the brightly lit outer palace and into the inner palace that was filled with gentle lights. He then walked through a long corridor and arrived at the deep palace where Mu Sangqing was sleeping.

The palace was brightly lit and quiet. Wang Qingchuan waved his hand, signaling the two maidservants at the door to withdraw. He then asked casually, "Has Master gone to bed?"

"No, they're still sitting in the pavilion in the back garden. No one is allowed to enter …" The maidservants were all silent.

Wang Qingchuan continued to walk inside, stepping into the Icy Fragrance Garden. It was a quiet and secluded courtyard, just behind Mu Wanqing's sleeping quarters. The garden was filled with flowers, flowers, and a beautiful river. In the pavilion, Mu Sangqing was leaning against the railing, looking at the pool of green lotus water outside the pavilion. She seemed to be deep in thought.

"Master, it's already deep into the night." Wang Qingchuan walked over and whispered, afraid that he would disturb Mu Xueqing's thoughts. "Master, you should drink the Spirit Flower Soup that was just stewed to warm your body." Wang Qingchuan raised his head and looked at Mu Lengqing's back, but he remained motionless. He was like a statue, indifferent to everything that was happening around him.

Wang Qingchuan placed the silver bowl gently on the stone table and picked up the brocade bed sheet that had fallen to the ground. He gently placed it on Mu Wanqing's thin body.

This action seemed to have awoken Mu Sangqing. She turned her head and looked at Qing Chuan blankly. "Oh, so it's Qing Chuan." She tidied up her cloak and tightened it around her. "Why aren't you resting so late at night? Why are you here?"

Wang Qingchuan was not happy. "Master, it's so late, why aren't you resting? The servants on duty have switched shifts several times already, and you're still sitting here. It's the coldest night in the spiritual season." As he spoke, he brought over the bowl of spirit flower soup that had not cooled down yet, "The owner of this spirit flower soup should quickly drink it while it's still warm. Warm your body."

Mu Lengqing glanced at it before pushing the soup aside. She then walked slowly to the railing of the pavilion.

Wang Qingchuan looked anxious and said with a tearful voice, "After coming back from the Divine Wind Altar, Master has always been unable to eat or drink. If this continues, he won't be able to do anything. No matter what, Master's days must go on." Wang Qingchuan did not know how to persuade her. This kind of thing had never been her strong point.

Although Mu Lengqing had her back facing Wang Qingchuan, she could clearly feel that Mu Lengqing's emotions were getting more sorrowful. Her expression became lonelier, and her heart felt more hopeless and helpless. She didn't dare say anything else. She was afraid that she would break Mu Xianqing's weak tolerance and bring back her sad memories. She was also afraid that she would be trapped in endless pain and unable to extricate herself. Wang Qingchuan remembered that Mu Lengqing was completely different back then. As the leader of the Spirit World, she was capable, open-minded, noble, and carefree. Whether it was handling matters within the Spirit World or playing games between the six realms, she could always handle them with ease. Those few years would be the most glorious and glorious years in the Spiritual World, and also when the power of the Spiritual World would reach its peak. It was as though nothing could lift her spirits, so she stopped intervening in the dispute between the Six Realms. Even if there were to be the tragedy of the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest, the elimination of beasts in the sea, the disaster of the Qiong Qi, and other major events, she still wanted to get by on her own. Now that such a thing had happened in the Heavenly Wind Altar, Mu Lengqing had met Fang Bosheng. This man who brought him a lifetime of pain and sweet memories had easily denied everything that had happened between the two of them with just a few words. The thing that hurt Mu Lengqing the most was that the soul of the Undead that had lost her son many years ago disappeared forever in the blink of an eye. Having suffered two heavy blows in a row, it was easy to imagine Mu Sangqing's state of mind.

Two hundred years ago, there were still the Twelve Spirits, the Nine Protectors of the Spirit Capital, and the Thirty-Three Swords. But now? Now, in the Spirit World, besides Mu Lengqing, there was only herself, the Moon-Soul-Child, and the spiritual guards. The rest were all spiritual soldiers and generals of the Spirit Palace, as well as hundreds and thousands of spiritual maidservants. If it really was an invasion from another world, what could the Spiritual World use to resist it? Thinking of this, Wang Qingchuan could not help but shiver. It was not because the night was cold, but because he suddenly realized that the spirit realm's current situation was extremely complicated.

"Qing Chuan." Mu Xianqing called out to Wang Qing Chuan softly, pulling Wang Qing Chuan back from his contemplation. "Did you really like someone?" Mu Lengqing was still asking but she did not turn around to look at the pond full of green lotus.

Wang Qingchuan didn't know why Mu Lengqing would ask him such a question. He was panicking and didn't know how to answer. "Master …" Why would I ask that question, I... I... "Of course not …" As soon as the words left his mouth, Wang Qingchuan could only feel his heart beating wildly. This was the first time he felt so flustered.

At this moment, Mu Lengqing finally turned around and looked at Qing Chuan. With an unknown intention in her eyes, she asked, "Are you sure you didn't do that? Otherwise, why are you so nervous?"

Wang Qingchuan's face immediately turned red and his words became even more incoherent, "Really …" No, Master, my business... Don't you know? " Wang Qingchuan was really too ruthless. He could not believe that he had failed. When he encountered these things, his mouth would no longer listen to him.

"It's a pity that you haven't experienced this before. If you had, you would understand how I feel now." Mu Xianqing stared at Qing Chuan with a determined and stubborn face, "Qing Chuan, everyone will experience these emotional setbacks. You are still young, but a woman can only grow up and become more mature after experiencing this."

Wang Qingchuan could clearly see that under the dim light of the lanterns, the stubbornness on Mu Sangqing's face was even more obvious. It masked her aged face, which was etched with the inscriptions of time, and made her look pitiful.

"To me, I have already tasted the bitterness of the Spiritual World." Mu Xianqing was still sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion as she looked at the desolate Xiao Su. "If I can be like a mortal and experience the hundred different tastes of life in the future, it would be great if I could grow old and die in the wind …" Mu Xianqing's eyes suddenly brimmed with energy. They were filled with yearning and longing, just like a silly myrtle girl's beautiful dreams of falling asleep.

It was already deep into the night. The moon was like a hook, and the sound of the wind was urgent. It covered an entire city's bustle and desolation.

Isn't a beautiful and ethereal world like the human world?

Perhaps, he would only be able to comprehend the true nature and meaning of emotions after losing everything in pain?

If so, who would be next? Who else would experience true love, abandonment, separation, and finally lose the innocence and fantasy of the time, leaving behind the loneliness and regret.

For the past few days, a continuous spirit rain had fallen on Ling Chuan, causing a chill to run through the entire area. How could a beautiful lady ever rest on her pillow? In the midst of the spiritual rain, Wang Qingchuan recalled the hidden meaning behind the words Mu Lengqing had said in the Icy Fragrance Garden. Mu Lengqing stood hesitantly in front of the window frame, looking at the floating white rain. It was crystal clear, like crystal, like agate, like her first love.

Wang Qingchuan suddenly felt the meaning behind Mu Lengqing's words. Could it be that she wanted to escape into the mortal world? How could that be possible? Since they had already experienced the bitterness of the Spiritual World, there was no need to go to the Mortal Realm to feel the pain. Impossible, he must have been thinking too much.

So, why do I blush when I answer emotional questions, do I really have him in my heart? Wang Qingchuan could not help but recall that person. It had been a long time since he last saw him. If he was not at the Divine Wind Altar, who knew how long he would have to wait. It was him who had taken the risk to go to the Wasteland and gather the Profound Blood Grass while he was in a coma to treat his injuries. However, it was also him. He had once been so proud, so unapproachable, and so unreasonable. But he himself, why does his mind still have memories about him, moreover, he already has a part in his heart, the two of them have a relationship that no longer allows others to disturb them.

"..."

The continuous days of Fei Fei Ling's rain finally stopped. The rain had passed, and the air seemed to be filled with moist dew. Wang Qingchuan was aware of the fact that spirit soldiers did not defend well, so he decided to personally teach them martial arts. He wanted to train them to become a king's master that could defend against the invasion of another world.

She wanted to let all the spirit soldiers see that for the safety of the Spiritual World, inviting moon spirit children was not only a gentle and beautiful thing, but could also become a superior spirit general that controlled a world.

The Spirit Soldiers below the city gate shouted, cheered, and cheered, hoping that Wang Qingchuan could lead them to revive the Blood Bathing Hero from one hundred years ago.

At this time, the hair on his head was unkempt, and his ears were close to his ears. A look of gentleness was reflected in his sinister eyes. He stood in the middle of the road, blocking Wang Qingchuan's path. "Qingchuan, stop messing around. What are you trying to do?"

Wang Qingchuan didn't have a good impression of these soldiers, so he said in a good mood, "Can't you see? I'm training them. If they don't, these soldiers will all be ruined!"

"This is my duty, and I know what to do," the man with sideburns said impatiently, "I don't need you to interfere and teach me what to do!" Although he had been secretly in love with Wang Qingchuan for a long time, he was still furious when he met Wang Qingchuan who had overstepped his boundaries in this way.

"I'm not teaching you, you can think whatever you want," Wang Qingchuan did not want to continue to care about him, "In any case, I don't want to see this army of Spirit Soldiers fall like this." As he said this, Wang Qingchuan had long anticipated the anger in his hair and ignored him, "This is something Master has agreed to, you can't stop them!"

"I'm not trying to stop you," the man said in a tone of agreement, "but you've seen how in the Six Realms, there are no girls that command soldiers or horses. These things are all done by men."

Wang Qingchuan looked at his temples in surprise, "So what? I have such great power and cultivation, why can't I train them? Let me tell you, I still need to train them to be like me …"

"You …" Just as the two of them were about to argue, they saw the spirit soldiers under the city all respectfully bow their heads.

"Greetings, Master!" His voice resounded throughout Xingyun.

It was Mu Lengqing. She walked over with a calm and solemn face. It was hard to tell if she was happy or sad, but it was obvious that she had aged a lot after the incident at the Heavenly Wind Altar.

"Qing Chuan." Mu Xueqing's voice was sonorous and forceful. It was different from the weak and powerless voice from a few days ago. "Are you ready?"

"Quasi-..." Prepare what? To train a Spirit Soldier General? "

"No!" Mu Lengqing shook her head. "I want you to be the master of the Spiritual World!"

These words reverberated in the air for a long time, passing by the shocked and confused gazes of the people, and then clearly floating into everyone's ears. It was unquestionable, unquestionable.

"Why? Why did you choose me?! "

"Because …" Mu Lengqing turned her back and left, "Because you are the most suitable candidate to be the master of the Spiritual World!"

"Master, where are you going?"

"Go where I want to go …"

The sound echoed in the sky above Ling Chuan for a long time.