I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 17: Finally saw, at the end, the Book of Repairing the Sky, the world knows

Jiang Baichuan had a very long dream.

He dreamed that he was back in his childhood, when he first picked up the wooden sword in the courtyard and held it high.

He dreamed that when he was a young man, he was dressed in fine clothes and riding a horse. He was riding a horse across the long street and almost knocked over a passerby. A passing girl pointed at his nose and scolded him, but he didn't hear what the other person said at all. He only remembered that the petal marks left by the sunlight passing through the girl's hair were so beautiful.

He dreamed that he was wandering outside when he suddenly heard the news of his brother's death. He hurried back home and saw a scene of mourning. He knelt in the mourning hall for two days and two nights. From then on, the long journey of the world was no longer in his mind.

He dreamed of the fire in Jiankang that day. He stood in front of the gate, holding the sword in his hand, looking towards the direction of the Forbidden City. In front of him was the earnest face of the guest official of the royal palace... From then on, his life was at a fork in the road. If he took a step forward or a step back, there would be no turning back.

He dreamed of his home.

That home that is not too far away, but can no longer be returned to.

There is a well in my hometown. The water in the well always has a hint of sweetness. Every summer, watermelons cooled with well water are always very thirst-quenching.

There is a pond outside the backyard of my hometown. There are koi and turtles in the pond, and lotus flowers are planted. It is particularly beautiful in summer. Red-tailed carps swim among the lotus leaves, and turtles lie lazily on the shore without moving.

The more he dreamed, the more he remembered, the further he was from that landscape.

Reach out your hand, trying to hold her back.

But I can't catch it at all.

They slip away from your fingertips and turn into yellow sand.

I wanted to raise my hand to wipe my face, but water splashed onto my face, and it tasted salty...

Jiang Baichuan opened her eyes drowsily and saw a pair of eyes that looked very much like hers, as well as an unfamiliar yet familiar face.

"Father..."

He heard the girl scream.

In an instant, a trace of astonishment and surprise flashed in the old shopkeeper's eyes, and the lights and tiny sounds that surrounded his ears in the past faded away.

"Shuang'er..."

"Well, I'm here, Dad..."

Ning Jianshuang knelt on the ground, holding the old man's hands tightly.

She rushed all the way from Jiankang, exhausted and traveling day and night, and finally met her biological father.

but……

She held the old man's hand and could feel the life draining from his body, and she could not stop it.

This feeling of powerlessness is infuriating and helpless.

"My father was a wanderer in the martial arts world. To die there, rather than on a sickbed of old age, is a good death."

"so……"

"Don't cry, don't cry."

The old shopkeeper raised his hand with difficulty and wiped the tears from his daughter's cheek. The corners of his mouth were raised, but he was smiling.

The daughter is crying and the father is laughing.

The old man said softly, "I thought I would die alone here, but I didn't expect... I could see my daughter again at the end. It's wonderful. God has been very kind to me."

Ning Jianshuang lowered her head, unable to utter a word, her breathing sounding like swallowing water and ice.

"You've grown up to look a lot like your mother."

"I almost forgot what she looked like."

"Actually, when I left home, I was also thinking that if I became a land immortal, would I have the chance to see her again..."

The old shopkeeper's eyes gradually became a little unfocused.

"Shuang'er!"

He suddenly remembered something and held his daughter's hand. "Go find Erlang... If he's still alive, take good care of him for your father. He's my apprentice and adopted son... And don't think about revenge for me. Huangfu Qinhu is definitely not alone. What happened in the Forbidden City back then was not simple. Don't fight them, or you'll die..."

After saying this, he looked into his daughter's eyes. He didn't feel relieved until Ning Jianshuang nodded vigorously. The tense muscles in his dry and old body gradually relaxed.

"I still have a lot to say, so much... but now, I can't say it all. There are letters I left in the Jiangning Restaurant... Remember to read them..."

"I've let you down over the years."

His breathing became longer and slower, and his mumbling became softer.

The last sentence fell softly.

"……take me Home."

Jiang Baichuan closed his eyes.

Until the last moment, he always held the sword in one hand.

If a man does not indulge in romance during his youth, his youth will be in vain. However, romance will always be blown away by wind and rain. The knights-errant and respected masters of the past are now like the withered ponds, dried-up wells and burnt-out candlesticks, no longer the same as we remember them.

But when the old man closed his eyes, it all seemed as if it happened yesterday.

He still remembered that summer when he held the sword in his arms for the first time, and just like that, he embraced the entire world.

……

In the darkness of the night, footsteps were heard.

Ning Jianshuang was immersed in sadness. She raised her eyes and looked at the extra figure on the stone bridge.

In the moonlight, the man's clothes were stained with blood. He looked young, but his hair was already white.

He was holding onto the railing beside the stone bridge, dragging his body with difficulty, and walking slowly, with each step accompanied by scarlet blood falling to the ground.

Luoluo, who had been quiet and daring to speak, now widened her eyes and looked at the young man in disbelief. Even though the other party's hair suddenly turned white, she still easily recognized that this young man was the young master she saw in the academy.

Bai Xuan looked at the old shopkeeper, whose eyes had peacefully closed, and sighed softly, "I'm late."

He had realized before that the old shopkeeper was on his last legs. Although Bai Xuan had experienced many separations and deaths and was very open-minded about them, he still felt regretful that he could not see him for the last time.

Ning Jianshuang looked at him and asked in a low voice: "Why are you here? Who are you?"

"I'm Bai Erlang, the waiter at Jiangning Restaurant."

"Aren't you Bai Xuan?"

"Bai Xuan is the name I gave myself, and Er Lang is the name given to me by the shopkeeper."

Bai Xuan had already walked down the stone bridge with difficulty.

Something in his hand slipped and rolled down the stone steps, landing in front of the little maid.

Luoluo looked down, her face pale with shock: "Human, human head?"

"This is Huangfu Qinhu's head... Who are you?"

After Bai Xuan finished speaking, he stumbled and fell forward due to gravity.

At this point, his body and spirit had reached their limits, and he couldn't sustain even a shred of extra strength. However, before he fell to the ground, Ning Jianshuang caught him and held the fallen boy in his arms.

This action was a bit bold, but Ning Jianshuang didn't care about it at all at this moment.

"Thanks……"

She held the boy's head and rested it on her knees.

"You avenged my father's murder... Thank you, thank you so much..."

Revenge for killing your father?
Is she the daughter of the old shopkeeper?

What a wonderful fate.

Bai Xuan slowly understood what was going on, his tired eyes half closed.

"I killed him to repay the shopkeeper's kindness."

The exhaustion he felt at this moment could no longer be contained, and he muttered something in a low voice.

"Its daybreak……"

At this time, a ray of rosy clouds broke through the clouds, and the morning light cast a layer of light white, covering the world with a veil, the streets and alleys, the bridges, the rice fields in the distance, the rivers nearby, the misty mountains, the lush green grass, and a hint of refreshing apricot blossom fragrance in the air.

The morning light illuminated the boy's profile as he slept with his eyes closed, and his snow-white hair.

Ning Jianshuang lowered her delicate head and looked closely at the young man lying on her knees, staring at him for a long time as if she wanted to engrave him into her memory.

"Erlang..."

"Bai Erlang..."

"Bai Xuan..."

She repeated it several times, her fingers gently brushing the other person's white hair, a thousand thoughts flashing through her eyes.

Luoluo came closer and whispered, "Miss, the ground is cold. Should we go to the Jiangning Restaurant first?"

Ning Jianshuang nodded: "It's time to go and take a look."

Luoluo was about to take over and help the young man onto the carriage, but she saw Ning Jianshuang raise his hand to stop her, and she personally carried him onto the carriage without considering the differences between men and women.

The little maid only felt that the young lady at this moment was different from before, as if some changes had taken place overnight.

Ning Jianshuang looked at the young man lying in the bicycle frame, and recalled his father's last words before his death. The fingertips holding the young man's hand involuntarily added a little more strength.

He is Bai Jilang, his father's apprentice and adopted son, the benefactor who avenged his father's murder, and also a relative whom he must take good care of.

His father was gone, and he was the only one left behind.

You could say it's a shared suffering or an awakening of a sense of obligation.

At this moment, Bai Xuan was no longer just a stranger with potential to her, but a much more meaningful existence... He was like the last treasure her father left for her before his death.

Ning Jianshuang held the boy's hand and gently placed it against her cheek... Although she immediately realized that doing so was abrupt and uncultured, this action made her feel a sense of peace and comfort.

Feeling the pulse and temperature in the palm of your hand seems to ease the pain of losing a loved one.

No one can resist this sense of security.

Outside the carriage, Luoluo, who had boarded the carriage, saw this scene and couldn't help but tilt her head: "Miss, what are you doing?"

Ning Jianshuang said: "Green radish."

"Ok?"

"From now on, he is the young master of the Jiang family."

As he was speaking, a light burst out from the sky.

The light overshadowed the morning light of the sun, it was deeper and heavier, penetrating through layer after layer.

It was as if a crack had appeared between heaven and earth, and a stream of bright red light was dripping from the wound. The scene was surprisingly damn familiar.

A red light descended, and then a book rose to the sky to greet it.

The bright red light gathered on the pages of the book and formed lines of text, and the pages of the book turned.

【New Chapter of the Book of Patching the Sky】

[February, Rain Water. Jiang Baichuan battled Huangfu Qinhu in Su County, Yunzhou. After fifteen years of hard work, he gained enlightenment from the Earthly Immortal Sword, Xiaoyaoyou.]

['Xiaoyaoyou' is permanently entered into the Sword Ranking, ranked nineteenth]

[Jiang Baichuan's ranking on the Earth List rises to 27th]

[Jiang Baichuan dies, and his ranking on the Earth Ranking is cancelled]

[Huangfu Qinhu dies, and his ranking on the Earth Ranking is cancelled]

[All rivers and streams eventually flow into the sea, and the master returns with his sword]

Ning Jianshuang looked up and said, "A new chapter in the Book of Repairing the Sky..."

Luoluo also saw it clearly and immediately asked in confusion, "But why didn't you mention Mr. Bai... Young Master's name?"

Ning Jianshuang pondered for a moment, then realized the fallacy. She laughed and said, "The Book of Repairing the Heaven does record the true warriors of the world, and anyone with achievements will be famous throughout the world, but what if this person is not a true warrior?"

Luoluo suddenly realized: "That's right, the young master hasn't entered the country yet! That's why his name is not recorded in the Book of Repairing the Sky!"

Ning Jianshuang stopped talking, which was actually a good thing.

If a treasure becomes famous, wouldn't it attract people's covetousness?
This is the Qilin of our Ning and Jiang families, and it must not be taken away by others!
The tragic battle between Jiang Baichuan and Huangfu Qinhu was spread through the Bu Tian Shu, and the reputation of the earthly immortal sword "Xiao Yao You" spread throughout thousands of miles in an instant, including Northern Zhou, Southern Xinjiang, Shuzhong and even Japan.

Everyone knows it.

It caused a shock to the world.

Except for a certain energetic young man who just fell asleep.

……

Sunlight streams into the room.

Bai Xuan opened his eyes.

On the ceiling, the background of the dark moon flashed by.

He sat up and held his forehead, still feeling a trace of pain.

There was no time to think about it, and a light mist appeared in his eyes.

[Current location: 1024 in the Kyushu calendar, 59 in the Southern Dynasty, Su County, Yunzhou, Jiangnan]

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