Yun Qishen

Chapter 2296 Scholar
The white figure today is really strange; what exactly happened to her...?

After leaving the stream on the outskirts of the city, Mo Langqin strolled along a nearby mountain path to clear his head. He was troubled by Bai Ying's strange behavior earlier that day, and the bone in his throat was still irritating the lining of his esophagus, causing a dull ache. By the time he came to his senses, it was already dark.

A few stars peeked out from the treetops, and the wind blowing against my face brought not only the whispers of the leaves, but also a series of unusually crisp sounds.

[Ring ring~]

It's the sound of a bell.

Mo Langqin looked up at the sound, and the moon had climbed to the treetops and was peering over with its faint light through the gaps.

"Today is a full moon..."

Looking at the full moon, Mo Langqin couldn't help but sigh. In the past, he might have had Mo Li and Mo Ruo with him to enjoy the moon and snacks. Without the tasks assigned by his third uncle and the elders, sitting by the corridor watching the full moon, with the ghost beast by his side, was already the most pleasant time in the Mo family.

Now... Mo Langqin himself is a little confused. Was it too reckless of him to take Bai Ying and flee the Mo family? But if he doesn't leave, it will be difficult to protect Bai Ying.

After careful consideration, Mo Langqin was certain that he didn't want to lose Bai Ying. Even if his actions were reckless, he didn't want Bai Ying to get hurt. Bai Ying had been kind to him, and he also had feelings for her.

So he had to go back and tell Bai Ying, firmly tell Bai Ying, that he loved her, and that it wasn't out of pity or anything like that!
Bai Ying's unusual behavior today might also be due to unease, so he wanted to eliminate Bai Ying's unease.

【brush--】

Mo Langqin was hurrying towards the city when suddenly the sound of a fan being swung open, accompanied by the previous sound of bells, approached, almost within reach.

"Ok?"

Mo Langqin happened to come face to face with a frail-looking scholar. The scholar was dressed in a dark blue robe with bamboo patterns, a small bell hanging from his waist, and a landscape-painted fan in his hand. He had no luggage or baggage and did not look like someone who was traveling far away.

"Interesting." The scholar lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at Mo Langqin.

Mo Langqin became alert upon noticing the scholar's gaze. He hurriedly stepped back and instinctively assumed a defensive stance. "Who are you?"

The scholar's landscape-painted fan fluttered slightly. "This aura... are you a Ghost Master?"

Mo Langqin's eyes sharpened instantly, and he began to silently recite the incantation to summon the ghost beast.

The frail-looking scholar smiled, his peach-blossom eyes narrowing. "I mean no harm, you don't need to be so wary."

"Did your family send you to arrest me?"

"Home?" Upon hearing Mo Langqin's words, the scholar roughly understood Mo Langqin's background. "You must be the Mo family's ghost master."

"Are you really not someone sent by your family?"

Mo Langqin secretly used his ghostly power to probe the scholar's body, but the scholar had neither magic nor ghostly power; he was just like an ordinary person.

The scholar closed the landscape painting fan and bowed slightly to Mo Langqin. "If I were to say that I merely happened to pass by this place and met you, young friend, would you believe me?"

"There's nothing you can't believe."

Since he was just an ordinary person, Mo Langqin saw no need to be wary of him or pay him any attention. He returned the scholar's apology, said "Excuse me!" and continued along the mountain path.

"Young friend, it's fate that we meet. Let me remind you of something." Just as Mo Langqin brushed past the scholar, the scholar smiled and spoke, "You should focus on doing what you should be doing. Don't waste your energy on emotions."

Upon hearing this, Mo Langqin immediately stopped in his tracks. Just as he was about to ask the scholar a question, a strong fragrance suddenly wafted into his nose.

This smell is so familiar... It's like the scent of the incense stick Mo Li brought back before. "Who... who are you?" Mo Langqin turned around and tried to grab the scholar's sleeve, but the scholar brushed her sleeve away first.

"The scholar is just a storyteller."

Just as the scholar finished speaking, a gust of cold wind swept in and blinded Mo Langqin. When she opened her eyes again, the scholar had already disappeared into the mountain path.

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Full moon, clear sky, midnight.

As the gavel fell, the story of the night began.

It is said that all sorts of gods and immortals live in the heavens. People wandering the world always dream of one day meeting a god and making a wish—wishing for immortality, for wealth and glory, for peace and safety…

Those of you listening to this story have surely heard many tales and legends about humans and gods. Tonight, however, I'll be telling you a little story about the interactions between gods. I don't like making things up; these are all based on my own experiences.

That day, the scholar was taking a nap in the courtyard when he opened his eyes to find himself enveloped in a thick fog. He wondered how there could be such a dense fog on such a bright summer noon.

With a sense of doubt, the scholar got up from the rocking chair and casually walked into the fog, where he vaguely heard two voices talking.

A clear voice, like the chirping of a magpie under the eaves of a house in the misty rain.

The voice asked, "Immortal, do you truly love me?"

The response to this sound was a deep yet clear voice, like clear water being poured into a stone jar, the sound perfectly balanced in its clarity and turbidity.

"This immortal truly loves you, fairy. Is there something troubling you, fairy?"

Upon hearing this, the fairy with the clear voice immediately became petulant, saying, "Most of the male gods in heaven are untrustworthy. They do as they please and have different ideas every day. I'm afraid the immortal's love for me is just a sudden passing interest."

The immortal hurriedly explained, "How could that be! Heaven and earth can bear witness to my love for you, fairy. It is definitely not just a sudden interest!"

“I know a way to discern the immortal’s true feelings. If the immortal can do it, I will believe in the immortal’s love for me.” The fairy’s voice became even brighter.

"what way?"

"It's about using the crescent moon to pledge love."

"I have heard of this method."

The fairy gently took the immortal's hand in the thick fog. "The connection of love between immortals is first in the space between their brows, second in their hearts, and third in the palm of their hand. Just as people often say, 'Holding hands, growing old together,' the hand is also the place where love resides."

"Then what do we do?"

"We need to take the moon bone from each other's hands, then swallow it into our throats to store it with spiritual energy. After that, we will be able to sense each other no matter where we are."

After we pledge our love, we will become one! This applies to both our emotions and our souls. This is the true love and affection between immortals, the true meaning of holding hands forever. Can't a celestial being do this? It's merely peeling away a seemingly insignificant piece of flesh and bone; would a celestial being need to hesitate or make a decision?

"My love for you goes far beyond this. I am willing to offer this Moon Bone to put your mind at ease!"

Within the white mist, the scholar vaguely saw the two immortals dig out each other's hand bones and then swallow them together.

For immortals, physical sacrifice is far more stable than vows of eternal love. And look at ordinary people in this world... this scholar thinks it's best to listen to less of those empty, sweet nothings.