The Devil Fallen Fairy wants to regret and make amends? You are not worthy

Forever lost in the long river of time, dead in my own memory.

So he nodded.

"Well, it doesn't matter."

...

"Yan'er, there are so many mountain gates willing to accept you, why are you willing to come to Chenjian Mountain?"

The young woman, who always wore a white dress, lowered her head slightly and looked at the thin and weak boy with infinite light in his eyes.

He raised his frank face and smiled with his white teeth.

"Because Master, you are in Shenjian Mountain."

She was stunned for a moment.

"Because... me?"

"Of course! I think that even though the elders and the mountain master are all laughing, I don't like it. On the contrary, Master, you are silent... I feel that it is necessary for me to come."

The woman felt both amused and sad when she heard this.

It's just that she's really not good at laughing.

"You have to know that I am not the most powerful among the elders, and I am definitely not the best at teaching disciples. If you stay with me... I may not be able to teach you carefully. I have my own practice. Even so, will you not blame me in the future? Will you regret this decision?"

The boy smiled cheerfully.

That brilliant look seemed to be a challenge to this complex world.

"Why do you regret it? I think you are very powerful, Master. I once heard an old man in the village say that dogs like to bark because they are not powerful themselves, but they do it to scare people. The real beasts will not make any sound before hunting."

"Besides, if Master doesn't have time to teach me, I will be obedient and wait patiently. I will ask Master when he has time and is not busy. That will be fine, right? It doesn't matter if my practice is a little slower, because that way I can stay with Master longer."

The young woman's white dress fluttered slightly on the hillside, following the direction of the flying catkins.

Each strand of her hair sparkled slightly in the sunlight.

And she clearly remembered that her heart at that time was just like the grass growing and the birds flying, as if it was touched for the first time.

She sighed silently.

"But when your cultivation improves and you become a more powerful swordsman, you still need to go out on your own, expand your horizons, and continue to meet more people and things. It's like this everywhere."

The boy seemed to think about it distressedly.

Then he shook his head vigorously.

"It's okay, Master. No matter how far I go or how difficult the task is, I will come back to you and stay with you in Shenjian Mountain!"

"Yan'er, what kind of swordsman do you want to be?"

"As for me... I can fly into the sky and hide in the ground, and I can do anything. I want to be the most elegant, powerful, and the most capable swordsman who helps the weak and fights against the strong!"

"Okay, I will wait for that day."

Later, every time Lin Yan saw this young man, she would think of the hillside that day.

That honest boy.

I would never have expected that one day he would stand in front of me and speak to me calmly or even coldly.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Human memory can be deceiving, right?

They are liars who can make ordinary things look beautiful.

But...

"Master...it doesn't matter. Even if this thing is hard to find, I will find it for you."

"... Yan'er, forget it. It's too illusory and too dangerous. Don't take risks for me. You are now an independent swordsman. You should think about yourself."

The man is tall and straight, like a reliable and majestic mountain, handsome and beautiful.

He gently squeezed the woman's hand.

He smiled brightly without any embarrassment, just like the boy on the hillside many years ago.

"Master's affairs are Yan'er's affairs. For Yan'er, no matter how much he does for you, it is worth it."

"...Why?"

Her eyes were soft, like a snowy field that would sink into you if you stepped on it.

His smile began to look a little shy, but his eyes were like a lake so gentle that people could drown in it.

"Because to Yan'er, you are more than just a master."

She didn't ask the next question, she just let the other person's hand gently hold hers.

In the heavy snow, no firewood was lit.

But it was warm like a warm spring.

Later...

"Master, I found it... I got it, please use it quickly... I will definitely help you break through the realm and overcome the tribulation."

"But Yan'er, are you okay? Your injury..."

"It's okay, Master. I'm fine. I just need to rest for two days."

The pale young man smiled weakly, still smiling like a child.

Her arms trembled, but she didn't hug the man covered in scars.

She picked up the things, her voice trembling.

"Thank you, Yan'er."

"You're welcome. I've already said...your business is Yan'er's business."

Her eyes were sore and almost bursting.

That midsummer, a flood broke out in my heart.

But later on...

"Master...so this is your decision."

"...I'm sorry Yan'er."

On that hillside, he stood there, clearly a man who could stand tall and proud, yet he looked as fragile as a weed that could be blown down by the wind at any moment.

He smiled, but he no longer had the boy's frankness, only bitterness.

The woman's eyes seemed a little reluctant, but she chose to look away and said softly.

"The Stairway to Heaven is the lifelong ideal of every cultivator. Now it is right in front of me, and I cannot miss it. You... are also a sword cultivator, and have reached this point, so you should be able to understand me."

"So the price is to sever all causal relations between us?"

His laughter seemed to be mocking something.

She understood, understood it very well, but she never pointed it out.

That seemingly thin layer of window paper is actually intact and indestructible.

"This is the path that Master is walking... You knew it from the beginning."

"Then why do you feel sorry for me? If you don't feel sorry at all, why do you feel sorry for me?"

He questioned, like a child questioning an adult, why did they abandon him.

Many images appeared in her mind, her eyes were more fragile than ever before, and the complex emotions she had not expected almost destroyed her determination.

But she endured it all.

She drew her sword and faced him.

There seemed to be nothing between them, but they both knew that it was an invisible but real red line.

It represents everything about them, represents another choice, represents a story that may be happy, but definitely not long-lasting.

"Yan'er, I understand, I understand everything. You also know what I am saying. You think I am betraying you and letting you down... It's all fine. It doesn't matter, but... I have made up my mind, so I'm sorry Yan'er... Let's stop here."

Before she finished speaking, her nose was already sore and her eyes were red.

Because she saw the luster in the man's eyes gradually disappearing.

There he was, as if he were about to break.

His last words, trembling with pale lips, were:

"Master, compared to your so-called heavenly rank, am I also something that can be abandoned?"

She had never been vulnerable in many years, but finally her eyes burst into tears.

She felt unprecedented pain and struggle.

Tears raged in her eyes and streamed down her cold face.

But she cried and shook her head.

The last sentence is: "I'm sorry Yan'er... For my master to ascend to that heavenly step, this is the only way, the only way..."

She knew that if she delayed any longer, she would become weak and she would lose this possibility forever.

So she still wields the sword.

It was just a simple action, but it seemed to have shattered decades of stories.

They actually didn't see anything, but they both felt...some clear cracking sound that involved the two of them.

Scattered in the air, vanished, never to be seen again.

Lin Yan was already somewhat confused.

What is true and what is false?

The boy standing on that hillside is real.

And isn't that man who is as broken as a weed the one in front of me right now?

Are the pain and struggle in my heart, the uneasy mood that I feel when I think of it, fake?

If it was a false dream, why would I feel regret and bitterness because of those scenes in the dream that have not yet appeared in reality?

Why am I so sad?

She wanted to convince herself that it was just a test of her cultivation, and that it was a false dream that would never happen.

But now... everything seems to be overlapping.

The vague dream becomes clear.

The broken face overlapped on his face.

She would rather believe that the Xu Qingyan in front of her was fake.

Because even in dreams, in those scenes, even though he was let down by me, he was unwilling to say a harsh word in the end, and was unwilling to really sever his relationship with me.

The man in front of me is so indifferent and alienated...

"I have one last question for you."

"Master, please speak."

"Are you still Xu Qingyan? Are you still... my Yan'er?"

She stared at his face intently.

I don't want to miss any subtle changes in his expression.

He raised his head, looked at himself without any flaws, and smiled.

She will never forget this smile.

It was that boy on the hillside, with that innocent smile.

It seems like it has never changed.

But he smiled and said to himself.