Chapter 9

Lan Qing remained noncommittal, casually glancing towards Chang Ping.

Changping微地 leaned towards him, gently bumping against his forehead

Every year on New Year's Eve, I wait for you at home

"Lan Qing, it is all in the past!" she said emphatically

As expected, Wu Lang smiled brightly, like a child. The people on the island are all very nice, but none of them have spent ten years with her like Lan Qing did.

Chang Ping was taken aback, the corners of her lips lifted, and a smile appeared in her eyes

No. The master never intended to take on disciples; accepting me is already an exception

He will not return. The person outside finally made it clear: "The current Lanqing, upon seeing you, will only kill you; how could he possibly come back?" The carriage, painted in vermilion, swayed gently in the breeze, and the black gauze of the window billowed open, allowing Lanqing inside the carriage to catch a glimpse of the outside scenery.

Well, because the food made by Wu Lang is very delicious

She found it difficult to support herself with her hands, so he bent down to help her up and said with a smile

If Wu Lang had liked to enter the kitchen, and if he had been able to recognize his preferences before entering the world, he would be a top-notch chef today

Hmm? Where are you from? What are you looking for at this household?

Not at all. She just found it very amusing

The white lightning flashes, heavy rain pours down onto the car roof, pattering sound echoes

"... it hurts, it hurts so much, Lanqing, why don't you call me 'Big Girl'?" she asked softly

What about them? Her voice was hoarse, and it was evident that she had a slight fever. She lifted the curtain of the car door, and heavy rain poured in. In the midst of the torrential downpour, there was no sign of them.

Having finished speaking, he no longer looked into her eyes, but instead held her waist and directly lifted her onto the roof beam

"Hmm, it is a hundred times better than what Bilanqing cooked," she said without changing her expression

Upon hearing this, Lan Qing turned her head away and no longer paid her any attention

Lan Qing's lips curled upwards

"Big girl, do you want to see how I practice my skills?" He whispered softly in her ear

Has he seen through her thoughts? Lan Qing slowly examined her, gradually breaking into a smile

If Jiang Wulang resides on Return Island, then where does his master come from

Everyone has a wish in their heart. If the master of the orchid truly had the opportunity, I wonder what wish they would make

For a normal person, bearing so much pain is truly too difficult

He paid no attention to the intensity of the rain and pulled her towards the sound of the drums

"How happy it is... big girl, do you understand? It must be pursued, that is my current happiness." He laughed, laughing very joyfully

... ... almost eighteen

Changping bowed his head! Jiang Wulang was greatly astonished

Lan Qing said, along this journey, there must be a chronicler from Huajia Village to record the events along the way

Perhaps Lan Qing will return home tomorrow, and she has been thinking about this all the time. When tomorrow arrives, she thinks again, perhaps Lan Qing will return home at any moment, so she does not want to give up hope

Lan Qing gritted her teeth, wondering how Fu Linchun could have taught her such poor martial arts. After pondering for a moment, he got off the carriage, and she was just awkwardly sprawled on the muddy ground washed by the heavy rain

As soon as I close my eyes to sleep, I dream of my childhood. Dreaming of those most beautiful days, even if I was foolish, unaware of the deep-seated grievances, there was only Lanqing who cared for her

Chang Ping seemed to sense his attention, glanced out of the car window, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly upward

Uncertain whether such guilt was reflected in her expression, Lan Qing suddenly interrupted, saying: "Enough, what else is there to think about? A sword that grants wishes is mostly a deception." After a pause, he smiled again: "Chang Ping, does your injury not hurt anymore?"

"After finishing this, I will take a nap and everything will be fine," she said, gesturing for Jiang Wulang to lift the bowl to her lips, and she drank it all in one go.

Hua Chuxue looked at her, then at Jiang Wulang, and sympathetically said: "The young lady must be in a lot of pain, right?"

Behind that door lies a wealth of secret histories that are beyond the reach of ordinary people, as well as unique records of martial arts. She was undeterred and meticulously turned the pages, spending over thirty days in total, yet she did not find any unparalleled martial arts that could truly exchange the power of yin and yang for a century's worth of skill.

Chang Ping, with a face full of sleepiness, had just sat up from her bed. "Why not sleep a little longer?" Jiang Wulang said with a smile, sitting on the edge of the bed, intending to hand her the medicine bowl, but noticing her hands were still injured, he glanced at the thin walls of the inn.

Since you have found the wrong person, please go ahead

She looked at him and, without needing to recall, asked: "Where is Lan Qing? Where is Lan Qing?"

He threw a flirtatious glance

It's already midnight, why are we still making dumplings? Changping thought to herself, but said, "Sure, I'll eat."

She stirred slightly, her mind coming back to focus, and she realized that she had fallen asleep with her head resting on her knees. She quickly raised her head and met Lan Qing's gaze

Thank you, Lady Lan. This girl is truly very resilient, yet also quite foolish. She is not skilled in martial arts and does not know how to counter her opponent's moves with finesse, yet she insists on learning martial arts, and no one can stop her

Hmm? Do you want to see? You are not young anymore, are you? Men and women should understand the joys of love by now

It turned out that when Lan Qing spoke the truth, she would hesitate; she observed this, and a wave of chill spread in her heart, causing a sharp pain within.

As long as Guan Daniu is willing to give the Mandarin Duck Sword, he is willing to sever ties with the Yun family estate and Guan Daniu from then on... sever ties... She lowered her head to look at her precious bag. Wu Lang had already replaced the bandages for her, and the torn willow-colored cloth had been placed into her bag.

He was still wearing a bright red robe, which he had not yet changed out of, clearly indicating that he had not slept before.

The sound of knocking suddenly arose

He stared for too long, and she smiled slightly, automatically assuming that Lan Qing was paying attention to whether her complexion had improved.

Her silence indicates that she truly has this intention. Jiang Wulang exclaimed with a sigh

Wu Lang is a senior uncle disciple

As night fell, she indeed developed a fever

Is that so? She opened her mouth and ate the candied fruit. Every year, I always have a stomachache with Jinjin, and she always accompanies me to finish a bag of candied fruit

Jiang Wulang looked at him deeply. "Have you ever empathized with the master of the orchid?"

This little wild bull

He felt a bit anxious and turned his eyes away. Isn't it nice to be a foolish child who dies young? ... If she were a bit more cunning, he would be able to see her desire for revenge, and then he could take action ... ? ... Guan Changyuan's daughter should be at a point where she can no longer tolerate ugliness, shouldn't she? ? Lan Qing was lost in thought, and inadvertently met the gaze of the girl. His heart trembled, and he instinctively averted his eyes. This silly girl had not changed her habit, always looking at him with those eyes. ? Lan Qing was lost in thought, and inadvertently met the gaze of the girl. His heart trembled, and he instinctively averted his eyes. This silly girl had not changed her habit, always looking at him with those eyes.

Lan Qing looked at the white jade porcelain vase again. After a long while, he finally closed the cabinet without taking out the vase

Is that so

The sound of drums grew louder, and she saw a faint shadow, which was that of Lan Chi, fighting with other disciples of the Lan family. Some disciples were beating the drums, and Hua Chuxue was watching from the side. Whether it was her illusion or not, Hua Chuxue's expression was filled with excitement. Wu Lang was also assisting the disciples of the Lan family, but in her eyes, Wu Lang seemed to be playing around, showing no earnest effort in the fight.

"Big girl, what dreams have you been having over the past few years?" he asked softly.

Before the poison of the Scarlet Orchid, I fear that those who touch the sword will be poisoned first

Lan Qing smiled faintly and said, "Welcome, esteemed guests, please come up."

She stared intently and repeated once: "It has all passed!"

Lan Qing blinked her eyes; seeing her serious expression made me want to burst out laughing. Was this all just an act, or were these words truly from her heart

Perhaps a seventeen-year-old girl is already fit for marriage, but in the eyes of Gui Island or Yun Family Village, Changping is merely a child, a child who suddenly awakened at the age of twelve, causing time to stand still for the notorious head of the Lan family.

At that time, the master inquired about her opinion and hinted to her that once the Mandarin Duck Sword was handed over to Lan Qing, the attention of the world would shift towards Lan Qing, which might not be a bad thing for her, after all, there are few who believe that the body is the sword.

Li Jinzhao? It turns out she discovered it while giving you a bath! Back then, Li Jinzhao was on guard against him from the very beginning

Chang Ping's lips curled slightly. "So, Wu Lang must like Lan Qing, right? It is Lan Qing who has taught me to be this way"

Jiang Wulang watched as Lan Qing's jade-like fingers slowly glided over the hilt of the bronze sword. A beauty is poison, and this man is also poison. Now, it is well, the Mandarin Duck Sword is fully poisoned; who does this Lan Qing intend to poison?

Jin Jin once said that her perseverance is so strong that it is annoying, and she does not know what it means to give up. In fact, she is not at all clear about whether her perseverance is good or not; she simply wants to wait for Lan Qing to come home

However, he could appear at any moment; are we not also suffering the same?" Hua Chuxue's face was filled with confusion. "We suffer, and he suffers just like us. The line between truth and falsehood is blurred; although we know that falsehood predominates, as long as there is a possibility, he will appear. This cycle of suspicion is what Lan Fei excels at, and now returning it to him is merely his own doing." With a slight smile, Lan Qing said meaningfully: "Even if he knows in his heart that it is false, his suspicion will compel him to take a gamble." The line between truth and falsehood is blurred; although we know that falsehood predominates, as long as there is a possibility, he will appear. This cycle of suspicion is what Lan Fei excels at, and now returning it to him is merely his own doing." With a slight smile, Lan Qing said meaningfully: "Even if he knows in his heart that it is false, his suspicion will compel him to take a gamble.

Changping noticed that Lanqing did not seem inclined to yield. He directly unsheathed the meteor hammer from his waist and forcefully countered the next attack.

Is what Bi Lanqing used to cook still more delicious?

It turns out that the child he raised for ten years is one who falls short in every aspect

I am drenched in sweat and want to change my clothes she said

"Forget-me-not. This is the forget-me-not that I chose with Jinjin." She looked him straight in the eye

Lan Qing turned her head away, not looking at her

He smiled as he fastened the small gold ornament for her. "Xuan Cao, hmm?"

Jiang Wulang carefully took out the red towel that she had previously bitten, which carried a faint fragrance, a harmless sedative.

Indeed, they treat the young lady as an outsider. Lan Qing asked again, "Has Fu Linchun taken on another apprentice?"

A suffocating silence suddenly enveloped the carriage. Changping had a thousand words to say, yet she did not know what would be appropriate to express. She carefully observed Lanqing, who was wearing a mask, and as she gazed, she felt an uncontrollable itch in her heart.

Hmph. She looked at Lan Qing

Is that so... So he has saved your life. Does he know you possess the Mandarin Duck Sword, yet has never been moved by it?

If she could return to her former foolishness, only needing to endure Lan Qing's affection, how wonderful that would be

He has also greatly benefited from it and naturally understands the severity of Changping. However, it is unfortunate that Lanqing has only experienced wind-cold, thus Changping has never turned to the other sections of the medical texts.

In the realm of the jianghu, do so many people wish to seize it

With this in mind, she turned her gaze towards the ghostly-faced man behind the veil of the car.

That sturdy yet ordinary knight girl is Daniu. In the past, Daniu had no experience in horseback riding. ... Going to Yun Family Village to practice martial arts was merely for the purpose of strengthening her body, unlike now when she traverses the martial world

Lan Qing suddenly pressed down on her hand, staring at her intently. "You... what were you thinking at that time in the river?"

According to tradition, the children of those in the martial world are destined to enter the same realm. How is it that Guan Changyuan's daughter seems to have taken a different path?

Chang Ping glanced at him and shook his head. "I will do it myself"

Hmm?

Not yet asleep, come in

Are you asking if he has seen the mandarin duck swords on me

He looked slightly doubtful, as if he were probing the truth of her words

She instinctively searched for the man behind the veil of the car.

The disciples of Yunjiacun were so frightened that they almost thought that Changping had been possessed by some divine doctor.

The enemy official has already died

Chang Ping felt a chill in her heart. She said softly

The small hand resting on the door latch comes to a stop

Changping had long been accustomed to his behavior. When it came to cooking, Wulang was even more childlike than her; it was not that she enjoyed eating, but rather that Wulang enjoyed cooking.

Having a daughter like you is his lifelong regret, and there is no one to avenge him even for his grievances

Big girl, you have become smarter

He then said, "You ask, how could that Hua Chuxue allow Lan Qing to invite her into the car?"

I have grown older, and I have long since lost interest in such things

Oh? How to say it

She waited patiently for a long time before she heard Lan Qing say

He clapped his hands joyfully. "Because of what you said, I will stay up all night to make the most delicious dumplings in the world, just wait for me!" He hurried out to seize the kitchen of the small inn.

Changping wanted to initiate a conversation with him, but he casually remarked:

"Look at you, always claiming to be as healthy as an ox. This time, you've really hurt yourself to the core, haven't you?" he said with a smile

Changping remained silent

I apologize for getting the carriage wet. Changping, come sit closer, let me re-bandage you. He carefully cut open the soaked bandage on her hand

Lan Qing casually responded and absentmindedly asked

She finally managed to put on her clothes and then painstakingly re-tied her hair. Wu Lang was completely absorbed in the kitchen; unless the dumplings were made to his satisfaction, he would not step out even a single step.

She smiled and said, "It is truly wonderful. It is truly wonderful that someone cares for Miss Changping so much"

Lan Qing shifted her gaze, but it involuntarily fell back onto the wound on her bone. A day had passed, and the wound had not contracted quickly, indicating that the knife wound medicine from the Yun family village was not very effective.

Changping remains still and unmoving

"Are you moved?" Jiang Wulang asked with a smile, his expression unchanged.

Lan Qing, Lan Qing, how profoundly she has influenced her life! "What you saw today, so unblinking, is no longer the Lan Qing of yesteryear," he said softly

One of them resembles a key, but its sharpness is sufficient to be used for murder; the other is more ordinary, being a typical bronze sword

However, it has been three years, why has Lanqing still not found the way home

He gritted his teeth and forced a smile, saying

Lan Qing, I am sorry, they took away my jade hairpin, which was the birthday gift you gave me, and I could not keep it safe

Lan Qing showed a faintly pleasant expression when she mentioned Jiang Wulang. He said, "He is truly good to you"

You are still young, don't grow up too fast. Jiang Wulang glanced at her slightly flushed face and felt a deep disdain for Lan Qing's seductive demeanor, which was cultivated through practicing evil arts. A man, instead of relying on his own charm to captivate, resorts to such a seductive manner to entice young girls, which is truly immoral

"Do not call me 'Big Girl', call me Changping instead," Lanqing suddenly said

"A little bit." His eyes lit up. "I will make dumplings, is that alright?"

I cannot recall clearly, and I apologize to Lanqing

Lan Qing lazily leaned against the car wall, her languid posture was pleasing to the eye even for the river without waves. He smiled and said

Where there is a wish, there are naturally those who will follow suit. Do you not have any wishes?

I am sorry, Wu Lang

Changping has always been somewhat inarticulate; rather than arguing for half a day, it is better to simply say one sentence

Is that so? He smiled gently: "Although I cannot recall the details of that year in the dungeon, over the past few years, whenever I close my eyes, I dream of the endless suffering of that year. Big girl, I cannot even dream of the days of those ten years, let alone dream of you. If those ten years had not relaxed my defenses, how could I have fallen into that year that was like hell?" By the end of his words, there was a hint of resentment in his tone. If those ten years had not relaxed my defenses, how could I have fallen into that year that was like hell?" By the end of his words, there was a hint of resentment in his tone

When the firecrackers of the New Year sounded, she was in the kitchen making the only dish she knew, scrambled eggs. She hurriedly brought the food to the table and then came to the bench outside, waiting for Lanqing to come home for the reunion dinner, just as she had in previous years

Chang Ping knew he was hinting at something ulterior. She lowered her head to pinch a piece of candied fruit from her treasure bag when a pair of male hands reached over, opened the bag for her, and took out the candied fruit from the compartment.

Jiang Wulang smiled as he took the towel, saying with a hint of intention: "Thank you, Master Lan." He then took out the medicinal ointment from Yun's residence and evenly applied it to Changping's ten fingers and palms.

The rain outside is pouring heavily, occasionally illuminated by flashes of white lightning that strike the face of Hua Chuxue, flickering like the ghostly visage of a blue orchid.

Hmm. She sat in front of him

Because this one resembles a sword, while the other resembles a key, was it designed by the people of Yun Family Village? It may be rather peculiar, as a key is used to open doors, not for making wishes

Come, I will feed you he said deliberately

Of course

I find this level quite easy to pass through. Jiang Wulang said with a smile: "Come, come."

No

His cold fingers wanted to caress her hair, but they never descended.

"I won't look—" Her words suddenly cut off, as Lan Qing lightly struck her acupoint, rendering her unable to speak or move.

I changed it myself

Why is this winter so cold? The red winter coat offers no warmth at all; otherwise, why has she even begun to feel cold inside her body? She tightly pursed her lips, suppressing the lump that rose in her throat.

She looked up at the pitch-black sky, occasionally illuminated by distant fireworks, which cast a colorful glow on the horizon, gently brightening her small face

The northern sky in the twelfth lunar month is always gray and shrouded in thick layers of clouds. In the blink of an eye, rain begins to fall from the dark clouds, starting as a drizzle and gradually intensifying, while distant thunder begins to rumble.

"Stop looking." He felt a bit displeased, but when he turned to her, he wore a smile. "Come on, stretch out your hand."

If there is a real one on Guan Changping, then the one in the box should be ... . ... Hua Chuxue pointed to the ordinary one. "Is this one real?"

"Big girl, how beautiful the sound of the drum is, isn't it? It is the sound of the drum when the Lan family kills. For these past few years, I have relied on it to survive. This sound is truly beautiful. Everything that Lan Fei imposed on me, I can also repay upon them, instilling fear and dread in them."

Although you promised your master that if the head of the Lan family does not recognize you, you would return with me, I believe he is also aware of your temperament. What is so special about Lan Qing? He has merely raised you for ten years, while I have at least been in your presence for five years. Every year on your birthday, it was I who personally cooked for you.

Since Changping intends to follow Master Lan all the way until capturing Lan Fei, I must ask, Master Lan, what plans do you have in mind

Jiang Wulang brought her the purchased clothes, first loosening her belt, then glancing at the thin wall, he laughed loudly and said

He glanced at her and said with a smile: "You are almost eighteen, which is understandable; it's the age of infatuation. It is only natural for a young girl to be deceived by handsome men. Is he the one who changed your clothes?"

Impossible! She absolutely does not believe it! The martial arts are boundless; with her abilities, there is no way to comprehend all the martial arts in the world. However, that year, when the demon god Lan Qing passed on his teachings, her master had once smuggled her into the third great gate of the Yunjia Manor's Jigu Pavilion.

He ignored her and stubbornly pulled her along to a certain place

Hua Chuxue cannot even be called a number, and it is truly a challenge for her to remember things. You, on the surface, seem honest, but you should understand what needs to be understood, shouldn't you?" Jiang Wulang continued to smile as he spoke

Lan Qing, upon seeing this, took out a red towel embroidered with flying birds from the car cabinet. Hua Chuxue, watching from the side, exclaimed in surprise and asked, "Is that a medicine for knife wounds?"

An unusual fragrance wafted towards her, causing her heart to race, as he smiled and brought it to her lips

Is what Bi Lanqing made even more delicious

"Is your face the same as your hands?" she pressed on.

Is he good to you

With a low hiss, Lan Qing turned her face away, unwilling to continue watching. Just by looking at her pained expression, which was beaded with sweat, one could tell that the medicinal ointment did not contain any anesthetic

Lan Qing did not turn back to look at her

"Is Jiang Wulang good to you?" He once saved me. "If it weren't for his rescue back then, I would have died at the bottom of the river long ago," Chang Ping said softly

Lan Qing waved his robe sleeves, shaking Chang Ping away. He was seated near the car door, and with this flick, it seemed that Chang Ping was about to tumble out of the car door

"I had no idea what it was, I just thought it was a birthmark. It was only after I nearly drowned at the age of twelve that I remembered my father had told my mother that this only appears in alternate generations." She was tugging at her belt, wanting him to see, but her hand injury made her movements clumsy

"Master Uncle?" He raised his eyebrows: "Is he a fellow disciple of Fu Linchun? I can't tell that he has a solid foundation in martial arts."

Usually, when asked to praise her skills, he would only feel guilty; however, in the matter of treating wind-cold and high fever, he must admit that she is exceptionally talented to the extent that he once doubted whether Guan Changyuan was indeed an extraordinary physician, capable of producing such a child

She came to her senses and turned to look at him

In the distance, someone broke through the siege of the Lan family disciples. Jiang Wulang slightly shifted to the side, intentionally allowing that person to escape. However, the direction in which this martial artist fled was precisely towards Lan Qing. When Jiang Wulang turned his head, his expression changed dramatically as he shouted

Well

If I were in the dungeon for a year, perhaps I wouldn't be able to endure it. Lan Qing could manage, and I would only be grateful to the heavens. Wu Lang, if it weren't for him, even if I survived, my mind would only be left with the memory of the last night at Guanjiazhuang... If I were to become someone who only remembers the deep hatred of blood and sea, would you still like me?

Later, he learned that Lan Qing had once suffered from a cold. At that time, she had gone through the medical books copied by Gongsun Zhi, and from there, she selected remedies for treating colds and gathered medicine for Lan Qing. This memory remained with her, allowing her to skillfully diagnose and treat Li Jinzhao.

The corners of the mouth that were raised became stiff

Half a year ago, when the Lan family took the initiative to contact the Yun family, she was overjoyed, thinking that Lan Qing had returned home. She planned to pack her belongings and go home first, but little did she know that he was merely seeking the Mandarin Duck Sword to lure the still-living Lan Fei from that year.

"Alright, alright, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." Jiang Wulang gently patted her head, took a candied fruit from her treasure bag, and brought it to her lips

Lan Qing circled to the side of Chang Ping, using his internal energy to blast away the small stones, seizing the sword from the hand of the martial artist. Then, a cruel smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, and before one could react, he struck back with a sword.

Lan Qing briefly averted her gaze again, smiling as he sat by the small round table and said

However, she does not dislike such cooperation

The door opened gently

If Lan Qing wants to see it, I will show it to you, as long as you speak up

Chang Ping took several sips of the bitter medicine, paused for a moment, then took out some preserved fruit from his waist pouch and stuffed it into his mouth to mask the bitterness before honestly saying

Big girl, did you hear the sound of the drums

Is that so? Do you think you can justify this to me?

He quickly turned away and then glanced at her with raised eyebrows

She bit down on it, burying her face in the red towel.

I have supported you for several years, you ungrateful little rascal

Lan Qing's gaze fell once again on the meteor hammer at her waist, with a sense of disdain. The girl had poor aptitude for martial arts, and the meteor hammer was mostly ornamental. Her elaborate colorful attire and beautiful skirt made it obvious to anyone that such garments were ill-suited for her; even he found it amusing to look at.

Lan Qing stopped and smiled at her

Just now, did he reveal any murderous intent... A creaking sound came from outside the door, and he raised his eyes, looking over her shoulder towards the old doorway

Her eyes lit up, and she immediately jumped off the stool. Although she was able to speak, she did not like talking at all, so she did not ask who it was right away

Thank you, Jiang Wulang. She wiped the sweat from her face with the edge of her sleeve and opened her mouth to let Jiang Wulang feed her affectionately

Uncle Paper said that young people have good healing abilities and do not need very good medicine

Big girl, you have been thinking about my kindness, haven't you

Do you need my help to change clothes

"Wu Lang has not seen it, only Jin Jin has seen it."

Upon hearing this, he paused and said gently

"Since you are here, come in. Why hesitate?" Lan Qing said with a smile. He did not raise his head, allowing Chang Ping to sit steadily on the beam, taking in everything in the small room at a glance.

He nimbly turned over and dismounted, and upon turning back, he saw that the Lan family disciples were well-trained, and the horse was not startled at all. He laughed heartily and opened the car door, asking: "Lan family master, may I borrow a place to take shelter from the rain? We are not like your family’s soldiers, made of bronze and iron."

Jiang Wulang always wore a warm smile. He then turned to Lan Qing and said

She looked at him. "You won't be angry with me, will you?"

Amidst the heavy rain, the faint sound of drums can be heard.

He was taken aback for a moment, then maintained his smile. "Alright." He gently touched her forehead.

Changping, avoid!

Changping originally intended to turn back, but was pulled back by him

"... ... Home?" Lan Qing smiled happily. "You silly girl, the home you speak of is nothing but a dilapidated house; my home is in the Lan family."

"That wound medicine is not something just anyone can use." His eyes, like spring water, smiled at Hua Chuxue as he said, "In the future, if you ever get hurt, I can give you this wound medicine for free."

In the past, she often thought this way, but at this moment, she finally understood why fate had compelled her to awaken at the age of twelve

I have been observing Lan Qing, pondering what Lan Qing is thinking. Perhaps at first, I could not guess, but over time, I would come to know.

In the car, apart from her and Lan Qing, Wu Lang and Hua Chuxue were nowhere to be seen

Do you know how old you are

I only now realize how bitter the medicine is. No wonder Lan Qing used to drink it with such a strange expression.

This year during the New Year, the master had to leave the city for some matters and could not accompany her, but she did not seem to mind much. Every year, the master, fearing that she would feel lonely celebrating the New Year alone, would take the initiative to keep her company through the night, but what she truly desired was not the master's company.

Chang Ping had already leaned slightly against Jiang Wulang's shoulder, appearing to be asleep, even the loud thunder could not rouse her

The methods employed by the Lan family's controlling party are numerous, which explains why Fu Linchun asked him to follow Changping.

Hmm? Lan Qing met his puzzled gaze

Does Fu Linchun require you to become a member of the Yun family village

Chang Ping is very tolerant of pain. Jiang Wulang smiled gently, still stroking her head, while softly combing her long wet hair. Back in the day when she was training in martial arts, she was turned upside down by her fellow disciples without uttering a word. Watching from the side, I truly felt... there was nothing I could do; I am most helpless when it comes to weak creatures.

She was afraid that her master would come in and see her in such a disheveled state, and she said in a hushed voice: "Master, please don't come in, not now."

He could not help but sincerely praise

Ultimately, which one is the real Lanqing? She wants to find out. She also wants to know if Lanqing is truly living a good life. Is it true that she really does not want to go home?

With a cry of "Oh no!", Jiang Wulang pulled the reins, stopping the startled horse, despite the pain from his injured hand.

He instinctively pulled her closer, and she uncontrollably fell into his embrace

I will be angry with Lanqing, but I will never harm Lanqing

"Lan Qing, your hands are so cold..." It is completely different from the warmth in my memories. "Is that so?" He did not take it seriously and smiled, saying, "Be careful yourself, it's a bit hot." He tried to withdraw his hand, but was tightly grasped by Chang Ping.

Haha, the prescription you wrote yourself, you can now taste the bitter fruit of your own actions. You have already taken a bowl of this medicine before dinner, how many more times do you need to drink it?

He noticed that the girl was trying to cling to his waist. In a fit of anger, he did not care whether she had a fever or not, and with a wave of his sleeve, he let her roll out of the car.

Jiang Wulang entered, carrying a bowl of medicine that exuded a bitter aroma

The head struck the ground, splattering mud all around.

You waited in vain. Big girl, you waited in vain. Why did you come along this time? Just to see me once? Just to see me once?

The sound of the drums has ceased

The ink-wash eyes gazed at her coldly. "You remember it very clearly. Sometimes being too clear is not a good thing"

Jiang Wulang watched from the side, feeling nothing but astonishment

Uncertain how much time had passed, the sound of distant firecrackers gradually faded away. She felt cold all over, from the inside out. Lan Qing said she was as strong as a young ox, but she thought she was about to fall ill

What does it matter what I call you? If you want me to call you "Big Girl," then I will. Big Girl, is the Yun family treating you poorly? When you go out, they don't even allow you to bring a good bandage with you

Lan Qing took a short pause in her breathing. Big girl, big girl, is this girl the big girl? Why does he still feel nothing at all?

Hua Chuxue suddenly blushed

You are truly remarkable; if Gongsun Zhi's medical skills could be passed on to you, within ten years, there would surely be a little divine doctor in the martial world

I... her eyes were hazy. If wishes could come true, should I wish that the Guan family massacre had never happened, or that Lan Qing had never been labeled as the demon god Lan Qing... I should wish that the Guan family massacre had never happened, but, but... my heart was filled with guilt towards my parents

Jiang Wulang maintained a smile and said

No

Outside, a thunderstorm rages, yet inside the car, there is an unusual silence, with no signs of movement. She hurriedly looks to the left and right.

Her bandaged hands were extended before him, and he gently adjusted them, smiling as he said, "Given your injury, it wouldn't be surprising if you were to develop a high fever in the middle of the night."

"Lan Qing, why don't you want me?" She threw caution to the wind and lunged forward to embrace Lan Qing

"Oh? You know me so well?" Lan Qing leaned forward slightly and smiled, "Alright, I will also speak frankly. I want the mandarin duck sword that you possess; where have you hidden it? Has Jiang Wulang seen it?"

He skipped this topic and observed her complexion. Her cheeks were flushed, with a slight sheen, which was a stark contrast to her sickly appearance in the afternoon

As soon as these words were spoken, they stirred Lan Qing's heart, leaving him momentarily at a loss. He smiled and said, "Miss Hua, you are from the Hua family of Huajia Village, known for writing history. You must remember this pair of swords clearly. Although one of them is a fake, the Mandarin Duck Sword has indeed influenced the lives of many people."

Lan Qing coldly watched as she was kicked in the abdomen, causing her to be propelled away. Jiang Wulang, in a moment of urgency, quickly stepped forward while picking up a small stone to throw at the back of that person from the martial world.

As long as Lan Qing wants it, she will give it; this is her response. ... However, she wants to come and see Lan Qing to confirm whether Lan Qing has truly changed as the master said. ... Even if, even if Lan Qing wants to kill her, she still wants to see with her own eyes how well Lan Qing is doing.

... ... '' may not be liked. Who would like a child who is filled with hatred all day long

In the cabinet, a small white jade porcelain bottle exudes a faint medicinal fragrance. Lan Qing glanced at her, then met Chang Ping's gaze, while Jiang Wu Lang remained composed beside them

I remember Lan Qing carrying me out of the trunk to protect me from those who sought to harm me with swords. You..." At this point, she refrained from mentioning the shameful memory of that night with Lan Qing and changed her words: "You took me and we fled in all directions.

By a stroke of coincidence, Changping leaped up despite the pain, with only a slight distance separating her from the small stone

Changping remained silent. After a long while, she finally spoke:

Isn't it Lanqing? Isn't it Lanqing? Her small hand slowly droops down. Why? Where exactly did it go wrong? If she had been trapped for a year, the first thing she would want to see upon her release would definitely be Lanqing, as she thought Lanqing would feel the same way. At least, there is still Jinjing here; even if he doesn't look at her, he would come to see Jinjing. Jinjing is Lanqing's best friend and also her only friend. Doesn't he care about Jinjing at all?

"Big girl, it was I who caused the death of your father and mother. Do you remember?"

"Big girl, after dawn, let's move back to Yun Family Village." "I don't want to go to Yun Family Village, Lanqing will come back, and if there's no one at home, he will be disappointed..."

She did not cry. She desperately opened her feverish eyes to gaze at the night sky. She did not cry; at this moment, she was not entitled to cry for herself

In an instant, her heart overflowed with excitement, just as she was about to close the door. Suddenly, she heard her master's voice.

Because I cook very deliciously? He kept asking persistently

When she was twelve years old and had a sudden awakening, Li Jinchao caught a cold. Changping, worried about her, took the initiative to sit by her bedside and check her pulse. Li Jinchao did not refuse and allowed her to engage in this childish game. Little did they know, after Li Jinchao drank a bowl of medicine, she surprisingly woke up full of energy.

Pitter-patter, the rain falls from the eaves

Lan Qing blinked, smiling with an air of composure

The carriage is spacious enough to accommodate seven or eight people. Jiang Wulang helped Changping up, allowing her to enter the carriage effortlessly. Then, he handed the reins to Lan Chi and lifted his robe to step into the carriage.

He shrugged, turned his back, and smiled: "Are you hungry?"

Next door is the head of the Lan family

Jiang Wulang smiled broadly; he particularly enjoyed this somewhat childlike affectionate gesture from Changping. A glance from the corner of his eye met the man behind the car curtain, whose disdainful gaze shifted away.

"Change by yourself, let the man beside watch. When did you become so casual?" After a pause, meeting her clear gaze, he secretly gritted his teeth and turned his head away. When he turned back, he smiled again and said: "Don't take my earlier words to heart. You... are still young, naturally... you don't understand yet. I'm just worried about you..."

With the paired swords in hand, what need is there for any schemes? Next month, the Lan family will showcase the paired swords, and as long as Lan Fei is still alive before that, he will surely make an appearance

Just after the New Year, everyone enjoys a reunion dinner, and naturally, the one who will appear in this shabby little house is Lan Qing

Look, the gold ornament on your braid is about to fall off, please take a seat

Lan Qing

"Lan Qing, are you happy in the Lan family?" Chang Ping ignored him, her eyes filled with disdain, and asked again: "Do you really not want to go home?"

"This drum... I heard it last night," she said softly, her gaze searching around. However, the rain was too heavy, and a thick white mist rose from the ground, obscuring part of her view

He did not look towards her, as he was conversing with Hua Chuxue inside the car. She continued to gaze at him intently, becoming increasingly captivated. Although his mask covered the upper half of his face, the exposed lips and beautiful eyes made it impossible to look away, even... she felt as if she could gaze at him for eternity without growing weary. She vaguely sensed that something was amiss, her heart gradually warming, spreading throughout her body; she instinctively swallowed, unexpectedly harboring a crude desire to devour Lan Qing in one bite... she felt as if she could gaze at him for eternity without growing weary. She vaguely sensed that something was amiss, her heart gradually warming, spreading throughout her body; she instinctively swallowed, unexpectedly harboring a crude desire to devour Lan Qing in one bite...

"Changping." Jiang Wulang called out twice, and seeing that she did not respond, he gently patted her head

Upon hearing this, her expression brightened with joy as she pushed the door open and entered. Lan Qing was sitting at the table, sipping tea, and glanced up at her.

He glared at her fiercely. "Has it all passed? You make it sound so easy! Has the Guanjia blood case passed for you?"

Hmph, it's merely a pleasant phrase. You are a disciple of Fu Linchun, yet you are not listed in the Yun family estate's roster

As soon as she finished drinking the bitter medicine, she broke out in a sweat, her face still flushed, but unlike the previous unhealthy redness caused by fever.

In spring, summer, autumn, and winter, they spent every day together. Except for the days when she sought medicine for Jin Jin, Lan Qing was always by her side. That warm Lan Qing was hard for her to forget. If this year marked the tenth or twentieth year of their separation, perhaps she would have forgotten Lan Qing. However, it has only been five years, and those memories are still vivid in her mind. How could she possibly forget?

Does Lanqing want to touch my forehead

"Lan Master, your hearing is truly remarkable" said the newcomer with a smile

"Is Lanqing not eating?" she asked

He touched his nose, completely disregarding this kind of fallacy

I know you do not want to go home anymore. I just came to see if Lanqing is happy; if she is, that is enough. If Lanqing is not happy, I will take you home.

If it were in the past when she was still naive, she might have ignored Wu Lang's request for praise and hidden behind Lan Qing. However, now, as a normal person, she must learn to cooperate

"Just bear with it a little longer, it will get better in a couple of days." Jiang Wulang gently patted her head, trying to comfort her. "There is no anesthetic, which is better for you." He glanced intentionally yet unintentionally at the cabinet where the white jade porcelain bottle was placed. This Lan Qing still had a bit of conscience left; the medicine in the white jade porcelain bottle would indeed heal the wound quickly, but the anesthetic inside, once used once or twice, would become impossible to stop.

Lan Qing let out a light hum, and in front of the people in the car, she took the paired sword box. Hua Chuxue's heart skipped a beat as she leaned slightly forward, watching Lan Qing open the long box, which contained a pair of bronze swords.

The white light giant thunder startled Changping

"Someone is here to seize the Mandarin Duck Sword." Lan Qing smiled and said, "We just left the city, and we already received the news. How fast!"

He turned to look at her and said softly with a smile

Lan Qing was originally indifferent, but upon hearing her speak, his gaze returned to her face.

Thinking of this, she looked at the thin wall on her left. She stepped out of the room, approached the adjacent door, and softly asked, "Is Lanqing asleep?"

The dishes made by Wu Lang are of the highest quality

Why do you carry a fragrance I have never smelled before

Lan Qing smiled happily. "Big girl, you remember it very clearly, don't you? On the night of the Guan family massacre fifteen years ago, in the wild, when I first saw you, I was filled with shame. You remember it all too well, don't you? I was young then, inexperienced, and when I saw your innocent little eyes, I felt ashamed... Love between men and women is a natural law." He added with a hint of regret, "Are you really going to take me home? Unless you turn back into that silent silly child from the past." After saying this, he patted her head, his eyes hardened, and he pulled off the gold ornament from her hair. "Forget-me-not, stop deceiving yourself! Big girl, what should the orphan after the massacre look like? Take a good look, learn a bit, so you can trick me better next time!"

Lan Qing instinctively averted her gaze. "Chang Ping, you must have thought about this plan for a long time, right?" Jiang Wu Lang rode up beside her, casually taking the reins from her, gently wrapping them around her wrist to avoid hurting her palm.

His breath was fragrant, and Chang Ping first felt a stir in his heart, followed by a sense of unease. It is said that Lan Qing practiced evil arts with the aid of both men and women, which is why the title of the demon god Lan Qing has always been associated with him

Chang Ping looked at him. "Who will come to snatch it?" "Naturally, it will be those in the martial world who believe that the Mandarin Duck Sword can truly grant wishes."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, suppressing the impulse to push her away. He smiled and said, "Stop fooling around, you are already a young lady of several years. Let go." Seeing that she remained still, he looked at the bandage on her wound, which was seeping blood, and his tone became slightly more serious: "Let go."

I? "Lan Qing's gaze shifted again to the sleeping Chang Ping. Her long hair partially covered her pale face, and it was faintly visible that her brows were furrowed, clearly indicating that she had fallen asleep in pain. "As for me, my only wish now is to personally see Lan Fei descend into hell, nothing more.

How wonderful it would be if she had never been dragged into the river and had her mind opened

My master treats me very well; every year he accompanies me during New Year's Eve