Chapter 8, Reunion

She is indeed a burden

No wonder the Soul Guiding Melody was ineffective; it turns out that your soul has found a vessel on its own

Feng Tong's voice was calm, subtly carrying a hint of coldness: "Thirty years ago, I ascended to become an immortal, governing the rivers and lakes. For exactly two hundred years, I have entered and exited alongside Wen Yu."

Should it ... ? ... It shouldn't be that Feng Jun scared her away with this appearance. ? She reached into her hair with both hands and forcefully tugged at her own hair

Liang Yu found it somewhat amusing and continued, "So it turns out that I personally brought her into the barrier, tying her to my Huarong."

Feng Tong said: "Wen Yu is indeed that sword tassel; she feigns illness to avoid coming, but in reality, she has transformed into the sword tassel."

Feng Tong paused for a moment, looking at her: "Where are you going back to?"

The tone contained a barely perceptible tremor

The moonlight was bright, and in his dark, lustrous pupils reflected her gray-white hair, deeply sunken eye sockets, murky eyeballs, sagging cheeks, and the emaciated neck beneath her silk garments

The beautiful face is quietly hidden in the embrace of the Phoenix Lord, hm, as if it were a rare treasure not meant to be seen by others. It is hard to articulate what exactly is causing the anxiety within her, and in the end, she tiptoes and leans out a little further.

He gazed at the jade flute in his hand, his eyes gradually drifting afar: "This soul-calling melody of mine has been played for a full two hundred years"

Liang Yu nodded slightly

Two maids ran along, and upon hearing this, they couldn't help but exchange glances: "How did the old lady find out?"

He gently lifted her chin, gazing into her pitch-black eyes, seemingly filled with compassion yet also with resignation. After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said: "It has been two hundred years since the ceremony of succession to the Flower Goddess."

She felt a wave of rustiness rising from her chest, let out a cold laugh, and then asked: "Where is Si Ju?"

When Madam Xiao came out of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, it was already close to midnight. Two young maidservants stood outside the pavilion in an orderly manner, forcing themselves to keep their eyes wide open despite their drowsiness. Jin Dong, with her sharp eyes, noticed that Madam Xiao was holding a somewhat wilted chrysanthemum, its petals curled up, and she curiously asked, "Did the old lady not offer the flowers to the Flower Goddess?"

She quickly reached out with both hands, touching her smooth cheeks and soft lips, and immediately struggled to kneel upright from his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. His warm embrace instantly soothed her heart, and countless emotions that she had desperately suppressed surged forth in that moment, erupting all at once

Every single matter is mocking her

Liang Yu looked at the treetops of the pine trees not far away and nodded: "Alright"

However, there is no time to consider those matters any longer

Two hundred years. On that day, the Northern Star Lord, his warm smile, his disdainful expression. She closed her eyes, her heart numbed in a wave of unbearable bitterness.

Liang Yu recalled many years ago, in that small room, the brilliance in Feng Jun's eyes flickered, as if smiling yet not smiling: "It is a burden, and quite troublesome."

Liang Yu suddenly returned to her original form, calming her mixed emotions of surprise and joy, and then she grabbed Feng Tong's sleeve, saying: "Feng Jun, let us hurry back!"

In the darkness, someone gently touched her face, their fingertips calloused, with a faint scent of fresh grass lingering between their fingers

Xiao said while walking: "Think about it, the Flower Goddess is with flowers every day, so she has long ceased to find them precious. Sending her flowers, isn't that just adding to her annoyance?"

Liang Yu felt a slight shock in her heart, followed immediately by a wave of immense sorrow. She lifted the hem of her garment and knelt before Feng Tong with a thud: "For these two hundred years, it has been difficult for you, Lord Feng, for the sake of Liang Yu."

He suddenly turned around and vanished into thin air

Liang Yu was taken aback

She did not cry, appearing somewhat numb, her face pale as if she were extremely cold, which also chilled his heart. He touched her face; it was icy, devoid of any warmth, so he took off a large cloak and draped it over her shoulders

The bright eyes of Liang Yu sparkled, the pitch-black pupils moved, containing a hint of incredulous sigh: "Two hundred years have passed, and I am now seven hundred and fifty years old"

Feng Tong looked at her with a blank expression, completely unlike the warmth remembered from the past

"Wait for me here again tomorrow." Feng Tong tucked the jade flute into her sleeve, glanced at her once more, and suddenly softened her tone, saying gently, "Just bear with it a little longer; I will surely think of a way."

Moreover, he tried his best not to look at her. The ginseng soup that Ji Beichen gave you contains floating grass from the edge of Beihai, which will scatter your soul and spirit upon consumption

Two hundred years is a length that Liang Yu is aware of

After the ceremony of succession, due to the cold poison entering the body, I voluntarily requested a demotion, retreating to Kunlun Cave to oversee the rites and music classics, living a life of seclusion.

He slowly smiled and said, "It is extremely difficult."

She is somewhat foolish. However, he should not hate her while pretending to like her, nor should he deceive her while not loving her

Jian Qiu and Jin Dong were taken aback: "Then what should we send?"

How did it fall! She tightly closed her eyes, and before her were flickering stars; after the stars, there was a vast darkness

Feng Tong fell silent for a moment and sighed, "I am also confused"

He softened his tone towards her, saying, "You are currently incomplete in spirit and cannot remain in your physical form for long; otherwise, your spirit will not endure."

Outside the window, the phoenix tree flies in the sky, holding its shell, and gently reminds: "Remember, do not reveal any clues, and be cautious in all matters"

She looked at her outstretched hand, pointing in a daze, and discovered that the marks left by the fire had faded, neither painful nor itchy. She touched her heart through the cool fabric of her clothing, and the scar from the sword had reduced to just a small patch.

Everything seems like yesterday, but...

On that day, the little child who had lost two front teeth spent the entire day playing games in her flower realm, at the Floating Life Bridge and the Flower Pavilion. When she inquired about the day of the heavenly mirror, he subtly hinted to himself—yet at that time, she could think of nothing else, completely immersed in happiness

With great effort, she restored her body, which was neither human nor ghostly, to a state almost identical to how it was before

He silently extended his hand to support her back, also pressing her firmly into his embrace

"Feng Jun!" The girl's voice was clear and crisp, tinged with a hint of sobbing

Feng Tong chuckled softly, transforming into smoke and drifting away, leaving behind a phrase that lingered in the air: "... ... A boastful spirit."

Liang Yu was absolutely furious

Two hundred years is sufficient to seal her infamous reputation, enough for the entire floral world and the heavenly realm to forget that conflict

Xiao said: "From now on, I will no longer offer flowers to the Flower Goddess"

So it turns out, so it turns out

She mastered the realm of flowers at the age of 300, and passed away at the age of 550, resulting in a total of only 250 years. The Flower Goddess, Wen Yu, held her position for 200 years, as the stars shifted and the roots grew deep.

Why not take a look at fate in marriage

What he truly held in his heart was warmth and jade, from beginning to end it was warmth and jade, never her. Many things that were previously incomprehensible suddenly came together in this moment, enlightening him profoundly

Liang Yu coughed up the blood that had accumulated in her chest, already feeling the weakness of her incomplete soul. She could only lean against Feng Tong, relying on his aura for comfort, which made her feel a little better. Her frail soul huddled together, like a few people warming themselves in the icy cold.

In an instant, the world spun around her, the enormous moon dazzled her eyes, and the intricately carved pavilion turned upside down, soaring upwards

Feng Tong stood on the branch of a pine tree, holding a flute, his blue robe swaying with the wind. Suddenly, the wind grew stronger, howling and swirling, causing the entire pine tree to tremble, with emerald needles falling to the ground, as the wind wailed.

Jindong chuckled softly in the darkness, believing his voice to be very quiet: "I understand now, it turns out the Flower God treasures fruits." This earned him a light slap on the back of the head from Jianqiu, and he immediately fell silent

In a fleeting moment, the figure of Feng Tong reappeared under the moonlight, floating in the air at a distance, cradling a beautiful woman in white. The large moon cast a bright and clear radiance, illuminating Feng Tong in his green attire with wide sleeves, his black hair billowing. Unconcerned by his surroundings, he reached out to gather the woman's flowing hair, gently placing it beneath his arm.

He gently stroked her temple, seemingly afraid that even a slight pressure would cause her pain. "On the day I brought your ethereal body back, I discovered that beneath the crown of flowers on your head, there was a two-inch long soul pin embedded in your skull—this is the issue of brocade."

two hundred years

You have benefited from the incense of the Xiao clan for over 400 years, which has led to your current circumstances. During the day, the yang energy is too strong, which is unfavorable for wandering souls; you still need to return to the shell of the Xiao clan to recuperate. This loft was built by the divine being Wei Yin, and it is rich in celestial energy. You are born of a celestial womb, which will be advantageous for you

She suddenly coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of filthy blood. Feng Tong supported her and patted her back: "On that day, you had Hua Rong shatter one soul and one spirit. Now, within the shell of the old lady of the Yinghou residence, there are only two souls and three spirits left. The two hundred years of the Soul Summoning Melody has only summoned one spirit, which resides in your body, while the other two spirits are nowhere to be found."

Liang Yu was merely speaking in anger to deceive others, yet to everyone's surprise, Jian Qiu listened and appeared completely convinced: "So that's how it is, I understand now. From now on, we will select the best fruit farmers in the manor, ensuring that fresh fruits are offered to the Flower Goddess throughout the four seasons."

She could hardly believe her eyes and trembled as she reached out her hand: "Feng Jun..."

Liang Yu followed his finger and touched the coarse needle hole beneath the black hair on his head. The pain from that time had long since faded. "That day, Jin Xiu was combing my hair, her expression was very strange, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, probably already possessed. " Her lips curled into a cruel arc, "With this soul-piercing needle, I feel a splitting headache on stage, unable to see anything."

"Old lady—" the sound of Jianqiu floated from afar, "It is getting late, should the old lady return to her room to rest?" Feng Tong looked up at the dark sky and said softly, "Let's go back quickly." She lifted her up and sent her upwards, Liangyu opened her eyes and had already returned to Xiao's body, lying on the windowsill, her feet nearly numb from standing.

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He cooperatively leaned in a bit closer, and her neck elongated slightly, already feeling the cervical vertebrae stretched to their limit, emitting cracking sounds. As she strained to gaze at the beauty's face, she sensed that Feng Tong's gaze seemed to linger on her face—she also knew she was being foolish, especially foolish at this moment.

She turned to look at the Baihua Building and saw a half-open window on the third floor, with half of the figure of the elderly Xiao, whose hair was white and soft, hanging out. Encountering such a scene in the deep of night was indeed somewhat eerie

Feng Tong's gaze was somewhat complex: "Liang Yu, do you know what day it is today?"

She blinked, and the frayed string in her heart snapped with a sound like a pop.

Feng Tong mocked, "The dead do not count their age. In these two hundred years, only I have aged two hundred years." He self-deprecatingly curled the corner of his mouth and brushed the hair on his shoulder, "Look at me, do I have white hair now?"

Liang Yu saw an old friend after a long separation, dressed in green, descending gracefully from the treetops, landing softly before her. One was inside the pavilion, the other outside, facing each other.

A look of confusion appeared in Liang Yu's eyes: "Wen Yu framed me for being possessed. At that time, I was left with only a breath, unable to defend myself. Now, I must report this to the Heavenly Palace and seek justice. And then there is Si Ju..."

She widened her eyes, wanting to raise her hand to grasp his, while the white lace of her sleeve hung down, brushing lightly against her face in a ticklish manner

I have one last thing I do not understand. On that day, when Lord Feng personally set up the barrier, there were nine secret orders. Apart from me, no one else could enter. How did Wen Yu manage to get in

Her furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and her tightly shut eyes opened with suspicion, revealing the face of Feng Tong above her. He lowered his gaze to look at her, observing for a long time before finally speaking, his tone seeming both relieved and somewhat sighing: "I can’t believe you ended up here"

It is said that on that day, the Xiao family was constructing a pavilion to worship the Flower God and had publicly announced a bidding invitation. A craftsman from the folk, claiming to be Wei Yin, came to recommend himself and single-handedly built it. As it turns out, he was actually the earthly incarnation of the divine being Wei Yin.

At this moment, this unfamiliar voice calling out to him...

Liang Yu fell silent, resembling a stone sculpture, devoid of any extraneous expression. Her water-colored eyes reflected the moonlight in the sky. After a long while, she spoke in a hushed voice, "What about him?"

She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, there was already a bright sharpness in her gaze, like a poisoned sword. "They want to drive Si Ju away. The old man Yu Lang has been in seclusion, and the only one by my side is A Ju. Without A Ju, I would be completely unable to turn the situation around." She fiddled with the beads in her hair and sighed sincerely, "What a grand game of chess."

Liang Yu thought seriously for a while: "Fruits, preferably something fresh. It would be best to have snake fruit; if not, loquats will do."

He is known for his flirtatious nature, having countless women at his disposal, yet there is no need to fly in the air; he might as well perform impromptu in front of her! He glanced at her, flying a little closer, and she leaned out of the window as far as she could, stretching her neck to catch a glimpse of the beauty in his arms—half of her face was hidden by dark hair, while the other half was buried in his embrace, making it impossible to see clearly. From her stature, she resembled a fairy from her floral realm, and her attire seemed celestial, but it would be best if she did not recognize her as someone she knew, for she was feeling quite resentful at that moment. He glanced at her again, flying a little closer, and she leaned out of the window as far as she could, stretching her neck to catch a glimpse of the beauty in his arms—half of her face was hidden by dark hair, while the other half was buried in his embrace, making it impossible to see clearly. From her stature, she resembled a fairy from her floral realm, and her attire seemed celestial, but it would be best if she did not recognize her as someone she knew, for she was feeling quite resentful at that moment.

Feng Tong did not support her; after she knelt down, he slowly crouched down to meet her gaze.

His eyes suddenly opened, and the ethereal sound of the flute came to an abrupt halt

Liang Yu stood still, with only a gigantic crescent moon before her, and no one around.

Who knows when it will really come off in a big handful, the hair loss of the Xiao family is too severe

In the present day, Lady Chonghua has long since retired from public life, and Wen Yu is in a state of fierce opposition with him

Since he defected from the Heavenly Palace a thousand years ago and descended to the mortal realm, being relegated to a scattered immortal, the title "Lord Phoenix" has long been tarnished. Apart from Lady Chonghua, Liangyu, and Wenyu, no one else calls him that. Liangyu was named by Lady Chonghua, while Wenyu was named after Liangyu.

Feng Tong's unreserved sarcasm had become somewhat familiar, yet whenever she occasionally revealed such an extremely accommodating comfort, it immediately overwhelmed her. Her voice was somewhat choked: "This life was picked up by Feng Jun, what else can I not endure?" She suppressed the tremor in her voice, raised her head earnestly and said, "Rest assured, I will reclaim what is rightfully mine, otherwise I would not be worthy of being a descendant of the Zitan Hall."

She leaned to one side and sat on the ground, the faint starlight in her eyes flickering, then suddenly extinguished