Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 145 Song. The Story of the Flower Demon

"The Blood Demon escaped? Didn't the Blood Demon disappear?" Zhao Yunge immediately looked puzzled.

"The Blood Demon has dissipated?" Ye Beixuan frowned and asked calmly, "When did it happen?"

"You don't remember?"

Hearing this, Li Jiuxiao asked doubtfully, "You really don't remember?"

Ye Beixuan replied doubtfully: "Should I remember?"

Zhao Yunge was stunned and looked at Li Jiuxiao nervously and puzzledly. The two of them looked at each other in confusion.

Then she asked doubtfully, "Do you remember what we did yesterday?"

"Yesterday? Didn't I tell you about A Chinese Odyssey?" Ye Beixuan had just finished responding when he suddenly staggered, and the space-time galaxy in his consciousness reappeared.

Then, he heard a voice that seemed far away and near, which seemed to be from Ao Qin and Zhao Yunge, and then he suddenly lost consciousness.

Tianji Pavilion, in the secret room.

Master Wufa was taking the pulse of Ye Beixuan who was "sleeping soundly".

After a long while, he stood up, shook his head, and murmured, "Strange, really strange."

"What's so strange about it?" Zhao Yunge was the first to jump out and say.

"Oh!" Master Wufa sighed, not knowing how to explain it. He had never heard of such a thing.

"Hurry up and tell me!" Zhao Yunge asked anxiously.

"Yun Ge, please don't be rude." Master Xingkong scolded him, then bowed and said, "Master, please explain."

Master Wufa sighed, shook his head, and said in a strange tone, "There's nothing wrong with his body."

"Huh" Hearing this, Zhao Yunge took a deep breath and his heart instantly settled down.

"But." Master Wufa's words made her heart rise to her throat again, and she even wanted to scratch his bald head.

Then he slowly spoke, "However, although there is nothing wrong with his body, for some reason the Qi in his body keeps spreading outwards, just like an old man on his deathbed, about to dissipate."

"Dissipate?" No matter how dumb Zhao Yunge was, he knew what dissipate meant.

"Why is this happening?" she continued, "Is it a problem with the Sun and Moon Sword?"

"Impossible. If it's a problem with the Sun and Moon Sword, why are you fine, Junior Sister? I think the answer to this question can only be found by asking him himself." Li Jiuxiao said from the side, his tone still as elegant and reasonable, but for some reason he always felt that something was different.

At this time, Master Xingkong noticed that Wufa's face was a little pale, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Master Wufa. I think he should have a good rest first. I will ask him when he wakes up. Everyone else, please leave!"

Then he took a deep look at Zhao Yunge's worried expression and said softly, "Yunge, you stay and take care of him."

"Yes, Master." Li Jiuxiao and many other disciples responded, bowed, and retreated. Before leaving, Li Jiuxiao did not forget to take a deep look at Zhao Yunge, who had a sad face. He had never seen such an expression before.

Jin Tian, who was standing next to him, saw Li Jiuxiao's expression, patted his shoulder and said, "Sometimes, if you like someone but don't take the initiative to give your all, you can only watch her back silently."

"I just need to be silent. I think even if I try my best, it will be of no use." After saying that, he walked away dejectedly.

Jin Tian looked at Li Jiuxiao's lonely and desolate back, shook his head and left. Wasn't he the same?

Not long after Master Xingkong took Master Wufa away, Zhao Yunge kept watching Ye Beixuan fall asleep. He couldn't help but reach out and touch his face. The cold touch made Ye Beixuan's eyelashes move slightly.

Then there was a twisting of the body, which made Zhao Yunge happy. Is he going to wake up?

Sure enough, a muffled groan! Ye Beixuan covered his head and slowly woke up. He saw Zhao Yunge's tearful eyes and was immediately confused. Where was this? Why was he sleeping here?

"Are you awake?" Zhao Yunge said with tears in his eyes and a happy tone.

"What's wrong with me?" Ye Beixuan sat up and asked.

"You don't remember?" Zhao Yunge continued to explain, "We found you in Qingfeng Village. You suddenly fainted and scared me to death."

"I remember I was telling you about A Chinese Odyssey! How could I faint?" Ye Beixuan said.

"Don't you remember what happened during this period?" Zhao Yunge continued, "Practicing swordsmanship, breaking into the Demon Cave, and sleeping together."

"And you didn't even remember saving my brother and defeating the Blood Demon?"

"I did all these things?" Ye Beixuan was shocked. Did I lose my memory? Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart, as if he remembered what the old man in the mirror world had said. Time and space correction would continue to weaken him, and would continue to strip away his memories here bit by bit until he was pulled back to his original time and space.

Could it be that I am forgetting something? Thinking of this, he quickly took out the lens to check. The moment he took out the mirror, he finally understood.

In order to verify this, Ye Beixuan hurriedly lifted the quilt and stood up. He wanted to go to Hualong Peak to take a look. If it was true, there must be traces there.

"Where are you going?" Zhao Yunge stood up and asked with concern.

"Hualong Peak."

"I will go with you."

At the foot of Hualong Peak, in front of the ruins of Qingfeng Village.

A figure was staring blankly at the ruins of Qingfeng Village. Zhao Yunge looked at his desolate back and felt indescribably uncomfortable in his heart.

It turned out that everything was true, and I had forgotten it myself. Ye Beixuan looked at the ruins and said silently: "What happened in the past few days?"

Zhao Yunge said, "Let me explain it to you slowly!"

So the two of them sat opposite each other, Zhao Yunge began to talk, and Ye Beixuan listened attentively.

"Do you think I slept in your bed?" Ye Beixuan suddenly teased.

"Pfft!" Zhao Yunge sneered, "What? You still want to sleep? I'm afraid you won't remember it tomorrow."

Yes! I might be weakened by the time-space correction. Even if I remember it today, I might not remember anything tomorrow.

Then he took out his magic pen and said, "Do you have a book? Come and tell me, I will write down everything that has happened in the past few days."

So, under the mountain, in front of the ruins, one person's voice was like a clear spring, telling the story of what happened to the two people in a gripping way, while the other person was writing furiously with serious eyes.

After a long pause, Zhao Yunge slowly said, "This is the thing. As for the reason why you suddenly lost your memory? Don't you know it yourself?"

The reason? Ye Beixuan pondered for a moment. If there was a reason, it might be the correction of time and space. The lens no longer protected him, and the rules of time and space would erase his existence.

"I'll give you this booklet. If I don't remember it, you can show it to me." He thought for a moment and spoke slowly. After a pause, he continued, "Let me tell you a story!"

"Oh?" Zhao Yunge said with a smile, "What story?"

"Actually, it's not a story, but a song called "Flower Demon,"" Ye Beixuan responded softly.

This is actually the background story of Mr. Daolang's song Flower Fairy that he accidentally heard and later looked up.

"Hmm!" Ye Beixuan coughed lightly, and a folding fan appeared in his hand. He slowly unfolded it and said, "There is a beautiful city in this world called Hangzhou. In Hangzhou, a scholar and a lady fell in love at first sight."

"The two of them secretly agreed to spend their lives together. When the young lady's father found out, he pretended to agree to the scholar's proposal, but secretly killed him. When the young lady learned about it, she immediately committed suicide to follow him." (From the background story of Dao Lang's song "Flower Demon") (The background story of "Flower Demon" may be from "Xiangyu" in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio")
"Why? This is the most beautiful love in the world. Why did the young lady's father kill the scholar?" Zhao Yunge asked in confusion.

Ye Beixuan sighed and said, "The world is full of people, all for profit. The scholar is just from a poor family. How could the young lady, with her rich family background, be interested in him? Sometimes when there is profit, some people will sell out anything, although not everyone will."

"Oh!" Zhao Yunge nodded, not quite understanding.

"After the death of this scholar and the young lady, they came to the road of reincarnation." Then Ye Beixuan moved the gods with their love. The gods cast a spell to allow them to reincarnate with the memories of their past lives and continue their previous relationship.

With a sigh, Ye Beixuan said in a suddenly dull tone: "But it seems that God has played a huge joke on them."

"What a joke?" Zhao Yunge asked subconsciously. Ye Beixuan knew how to grasp the audience's psychology. Seeing that she was a little anxious, he began to narrate slowly. The scholar and the young lady had been reincarnated in the wrong place due to the negligence of the gods.

"What is dislocated reincarnation?" Zhao Yunge asked again like a curious baby.

"This is a misplaced reincarnation!" Ye Beixuan pointed his folding fan to the sky, and suddenly the fan froze in mid-air. Halfway through his words, he felt a chill in his heart. Aren't he and her also misplaced in time and space?

After a long silence, he finally spoke quietly, "The misplaced reincarnation means that the scholar was reincarnated today, while the young lady was reincarnated a thousand years ago. The difference between the two is a full thousand years."

"What should we do? Wouldn't it be very difficult for them to find each other?" Zhao Yunge said with a sad tone after listening.

"More than that." Ye Beixuan continued slowly, "When Hu Dusheng died, the young lady was reincarnated to the place where the scholar was, but the scholar was reincarnated a hundred years ago. In this way, they missed each other perfectly every time and were not in the same time and space."

"This is the end! They tossed and turned lonely and grew old several times, but in the end they didn't end up together."

"This..." Zhao Yunge said softly with a somewhat sad tone, "I don't want this ending. Can we change it?"

Change the ending? Ye Beixuan said helplessly: "This ending is destined and cannot be changed."

I am not the author of this story. If I were the author, you wouldn’t have to tell me anything and I wouldn’t have to think about it. I would just say one thing: marry me!

"You said this is a song?" Zhao Yunge whispered, "Can I listen to it?"

"Okay." Looking at her beautiful face, a jade flute appeared in Ye Beixuan's hand.

The mountains were covered with lush greenery, and there were fallen leaves between the sky and the earth. The flute shone with a warm luster. He tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes slightly, and lightly placed his thin lips on the jade flute, playing the song "Flower Fairy".

Melodious music floated up, and the whole world suddenly became silent, as if only the sound of the flute remained.

Ye Beixuan concentrated on playing the rhythm of the music, sometimes frowning, as if sad for the fate of the two; sometimes showing a faint smile, as if feeling the beauty of their momentary love.

As Zhao Yunge listened to the melody, the love story in "Flower Demon" involuntarily emerged in his mind.

In her imagination, she seemed to see the two of them secretly getting married.

The image of the scholar's death emerged again, and the young lady died in despair for love.

The tragic love scene in her imagination seemed to be exactly like what happened between her and Ye Beixuan, making her feel the same way. Her heart became tighter and tighter with the music, and the feeling of being unable to get the love she wanted made her feel suffocated.

When the song ends, the lingering sound is like the flute echoing in the mountains.

A round, crystal teardrop slid across her cheek. Zhao Yunge finally reacted and reached out to catch the teardrop. It rolled back and forth in her hand like the most beautiful colorless gem in the world.

"Is it really true that they will never meet again in their lifetime?" Zhao Yunge murmured softly.

"Ah!" Ye Beixuan sighed and said, "This is just like the red spider lily on the road of reincarnation. The flowers bloom but the leaves fall, and the leaves grow but the flowers don't grow."

“Flowers and leaves may seem to be in the same place, but they never meet.”

Zhao Yunge was immersed in sadness, and the atmosphere at the scene became silent. The two sat side by side, their hair fluttering slightly in the breeze.

a long time.

Suddenly, something strange happened. The lens in Ye Beixuan's arms suddenly flew into the sky, emitting a white light. When the light was projected onto the ground, it turned into a human figure, which was the old man in the mirror.

Zhao Yunge's eyes narrowed. Who was this? Could this be what he had been looking for?
"It's you?" Wasn't this the old man who had brought him here? According to him, he was himself.

"Hahahaha." The old man smiled slightly and said, "The collection is not fast, but it is within my expectations."

"You've caused me so much pain." Ye Beixuan said in a deep voice, "What's going on now?"

"And who are you anyway?"

"I am you!" The old man smiled faintly and said, "But I am the you that you projected here using the Samsara Mirror. I am also your past self, so I can be considered your shadow."

So that's how it is. Ye Beixuan finally understood. Sure enough, the skill of guessing riddles is very similar to his own.

"Time is running out." The old man suddenly said in a serious tone: "Your memory has been fading recently!"

Ye Beixuan's pupils shrank, and he said in an angry tone: "It is true, are you behind this?"

The old man smiled faintly, not taking Ye Beixuan's threat seriously. Instead, he said calmly, "I'm not causing trouble. I'm just a shadow projected through time and space using the mirror."

"The real reason for your amnesia is the order of time and space, and your gradual amnesia is because you are gradually being pulled back by that order."

"So, you mean, he came from five hundred years later? And he's disappearing now?" Zhao Yunge's heart suddenly tightened, and her mind went blank. Then she filled with tears: "So he and I are like Supreme Treasure and Fairy Zixia?"

"Not really!" Ye Beixuan explained, "After the time and space are corrected, I won't remember you either."

"Of course, the time and space correction is fair. You won't remember me either, and everything about me here will disappear."

Seeing her sad expression, Ye Beixuan felt a pang in his heart, but he still explained with a slight smile.

Perhaps I will never see her again! Five hundred years from now, when I am twenty years old, I will never have the chance to meet her five hundred years ago, when she was twenty years old.

See you again! I'm afraid we're enemies now. Thinking of Hanba and her soul, I don't know how she was finally contaminated by the blood demon. If I go back, how should I face her?
Thinking of this, Ye Beixuan began to seriously consider: since the Blood Demon was dead, how did Zhao Yunge become corrupted? Could it be related to Li Jiuxiao? If it was related to him, everything seemed to make sense.

"I can't hold on for much longer." Ye Beixuan suddenly said in a deep voice, "But you may not believe what I'm going to say next. Remember, be careful of Li Jiuxiao."

"Be careful, Senior Brother?" Zhao Yunge's eyes narrowed. Why? He's so nice to me, why should I be careful?

"My senior brother is very good to me, just like my eldest brother. He will never do anything that is detrimental to me."

"I can only tell you this much." Ye Beixuan sighed, shook his head, and didn't explain. People's hearts change. Maybe he's fine now, but what about later? Even if he told her everything, history couldn't be changed.

Zhao Yunge asked softly, puzzled, "Is that so? Then what did my senior brother do? Do you know him?"

Just as Ye Beixuan was about to answer, a voice interrupted him.

"Time is running out. I must leave now. I've said what I need to say." At this moment, the old man beside him reminded him. His figure began to flicker until it faded completely into nothingness. He left a final message: "Tonight at midnight, the nine stars will align. Go to that mountain peak. I sense an inexplicable force of time and space there. The lens will take you back. This journey is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be lost in the vast river of time and space. Remember not to tell anyone about your situation."

call out!
The mirror stopped glowing and flew back into his arms. Zhao Yunge looked at Ye Beixuan with a sad and complicated expression, and the reluctance in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

Ye Beixuan exhaled a large breath of foul air and pretended to be relieved and said, "Well, I didn't expect it would be so sudden. I'm leaving today."

"I'm going to wait there." Looking at Zhao Yunge's complex, sad and reluctant expression, he pretended to be relieved and said, "Walk with me!"

It was getting dark as we were on our way up the mountain.

Zhao Yunge still didn't give up, and asked in a somewhat dull tone, "Is time travel really possible in this world? Isn't it possible that there are other time and space that are similar?"

"Are the stories you told true?"

Huh? She actually came up with the same explanation as the parallel universe. She's really forward-thinking.

Ye Beixuan smiled faintly and said in a self-deprecating tone: "The story must be false."

"But time travel is real, because I truly, truly exist here. That's the explanation."

Zhao Yunge immediately understood what he meant and asked anxiously, "So? You'll show up five hundred years from now? And still be alive and well? Maybe we'll meet again?"

Yes! But you were already dead at that time. However, Ye Beixuan did not tell her this cruel fact, but whispered: "Yes, but we will no longer remember each other during this period of time."

Zhao Yunge lowered her head with a sad look on her face and followed him slowly up the mountain. No one knew what she was thinking.

Before they knew it, the two had arrived next to the ancient well. Even though a fierce battle had taken place, the ancient well was still intact.

Zhao Yunge suddenly seemed to have figured things out. With a tone of pretended relief, he said playfully, "I see your handwriting is so good, and the drawings in your notebook are also very nice. Since midnight is still a while away, why don't you draw a picture for me?"

(End of this chapter)