"Huh? Who is he?" Old Man Xiao asked Luo Jinfeng in a panic.
“He is the one that Wushilang truly loves.” Luo Jinfeng smiled bitterly, then leisurely fanned himself with his folding fan and added, “Master Xiao, don’t blame me for not reminding you, he is the young master of Xiejian Manor, known as the peerless young master, and all the women in the world are infatuated with him. Most importantly, Xiejian Manor has a very high status in the martial arts world, which is very beneficial for traveling, buying and selling. You and Wushilang must hold on to him tightly.”
Upon hearing this, Master Xiao was overjoyed and extremely excited. He had been worried day and night about his youngest daughter's marriage. Ever since the broken engagement, a huge knot had been tied in his heart. Now, his daughter had found a beloved husband, and this husband was both talented and handsome. How could he not be happy?
"My dear son-in-law...my dear son-in-law, please get up quickly." He leaped down from the stage, ran nimbly, and pounced on Leng Wushuang with a bear hug.
Leng Wushuang's chest ached from his embrace, and her lips twitched involuntarily. She glanced at Wu Shilang out of the corner of her eye and finally understood where Wu Shilang's bear hug technique came from.
"My dear son-in-law, you look travel-worn. Did you come here on special occasion?" Master Xiao, feeling quite pleased with himself, took Leng Wushuang's hand and greeted her warmly.
"No," Leng Wushuang replied coldly, her frankness hurtful.
"I came here after her." He reached out and grabbed Isoro, who was trying to sneak away. He stretched out his long arm, hooked her waist, and pulled her into his arms.
"Ah? Fifty, how can you keep abandoning people like this?" Master Xiao turned around righteously, and heard Fifty patting his chest in anguish. "My little darling Fifty, do you have a penchant for running away from marriage? You ran away from one before, do you want to fly to another one?"
"Even if she dares, I won't let her escape," Leng Wushuang replied coldly.
He untied the female green sword from his back and slowly handed it to Wu Shilang, coldly saying, "If you return it to me, I will throw it down Mount Huang."
With tears in his eyes and a smile on his face, Isoro took the bag and held it in his arms.
"Fifty, you can't be willful anymore, my little darling. A good man is hard to find." Old Man Xiao kept nagging and admonishing him.
Leng Wu's eyes twitched repeatedly as he tried his best to ignore the large group that was gradually closing in.
"Look, he's really handsome, quite a good match for us fifty-year-olds."
"Yes, yes, look at his eyes. They're black, clear, and bright, like the finest black gemstones."
"No, no, no, it's his lips that are the most alluring, so thin and delicate..."
Leng Wushuang and Wu Shilang were surrounded by the crowd, like two rare animals. Leng Wushuang endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it any longer. She hooked her arm around Wu Shilang, pushed off with her feet, and leaped over the courtyard wall in the blink of an eye.
"What an impatient guy."
Luo Jinfeng smiled slightly, opened his folding fan, turned around and strolled slowly. Seeing the delighted Master Xiao, he said, "Uncle Xiao, I'm going back now."
"Ah? Aren't you going to wait until the birthday banquet is over tonight?" Master Xiao felt very guilty and rubbed his hands together, trying to persuade him to stay.
Luo Jinfeng smiled gently, his lips curving into a warm, gentle smile, exuding an air of refined elegance. He said, "Could you bear to let me stand here and watch my beloved woman be all lovey-dovey with another?"
Although he was smiling, there was a clear sadness in his eyes.
Master Xiao, feeling guilty, stammered and rubbed his hands, saying, "Then, my dear nephew, I truly consider you my own child. You see, Wushilang has forty-nine older brothers. If you could be her fiftieth brother, that would be perfect."
He spoke with extreme remorse, his eyes constantly glancing at Luo Jinfeng's expression.
Luo Jinfeng was actually quite happy. He snapped his folding fan shut and laughed, "That's not bad either."
He rested the fan handle on his chin and said with a smile, "Being that person's brother-in-law must be very interesting."
"Alright then, I'm definitely going to be your godbrother."
On Guanyin Mountain, the cold wind of early winter swept in, and as the sun set, the withered grass and fallen leaves on the mountain looked even more desolate.
Isoro shrank back and hid his hands in his sleeves.
"Are you cold?" After a long silence, it was Leng Wushuang who spoke first. He reached out, took Wushilang's hand, turned it over, and rubbed her cold little hand with his fingertips.
"Your body temperature is getting lower every day," he said softly, but his lowered eyes carried a faint sadness. He thought of the bottle of pills in his pocket, and after much hesitation, he couldn't bring himself to take them out.
If she doesn't like it, why should I let her have painful memories again?
Goruro withdrew his hand and laughed, "Winter is here, so naturally my hands and feet are colder than at other times."
Leng Wushuang looked up, staring fiercely at Wu Shilang, then pulled her withdrawn hand back, her fingertips slowly pushing up her sleeve. The faint black line had already wandered to the back of her elbow, close to her shoulder.
Time is running out.
He remained silent for a long time, then slowly lowered his head and reverently traced the black line inch by inch with his warm lips.
He kissed her.
"Wushuang!" Wushilang was extremely embarrassed, his face flushed red, and he struggled to break free from his large hand, writhing awkwardly.
Let's get married.
"Huh?" Igarashi looked up at Leng Wushuang: "Huh? What did you say?"
Leng Wushuang did not repeat herself. Her eyes were dark and deep, gleaming with an inexplicable brilliance. Suddenly, the corners of her lips lifted, and she smiled softly, her voice low and magnetic as she said, "Fifty, let's get married."
That smile was like a spring breeze, causing thousands of pear trees to bloom.
Ichiro was immediately captivated, nodding blankly and saying, "Okay!" When he regained his senses, he remembered what he had just agreed to, and immediately panicked, shaking his head and regretting it: "Wushuang, I..."
Leng Wushuang flew into a rage, her icy gaze sweeping over her and freezing her in place. "You dare say even a single bad word?!"
Isoro immediately swallowed his denial.
“I’ve thought a lot these past few days,” Leng Wushuang sighed, then continued, “During those days, I was always thinking about making things easier for you, completely forgetting how you felt. Sometimes, a long, drawn-out pain is worse than a short, sharp one…”
He actually smiled slightly again, appearing very relaxed: "I'd rather suffer with you than try to please another woman."
He paused, a hint of shyness in his voice, and continued, word by word, "Because, in my heart, you are already the mistress of the Lingxi Sword."
Isoro trembled, looked up at him, tears welling in his eyes, and choked out with grief, "But, Musou... I don't have much time left!"
These words had been hidden in her heart for a long time, and whenever she saw Wushuang, she couldn't bear to say them. Not saying them meant she was always running away. Now, saying them out loud was like rubbing salt into her bleeding wound, causing her excruciating pain.
"It's alright, your days are my days." He smiled again, gentle and affectionate. The smile on his lips was unstoppable, as if he wanted to laugh out all his previous smiles at once.
"We do not ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but we ask to die on the same day, month, and year."
"No way!" Goruro spat, stomped his foot, and said seriously, "Good things don't work, but bad things do. If the local earth god hears you saying that, it won't be good. He spits, and then it won't work."
Leng Wushuang looked at her quietly and sighed, "I've figured it out. So what about you? Are you still going to keep refusing?"
Isoro was stunned for a moment, then squatted down, buried his head in his hands, and sighed, "Wushuang, I don't want to be so selfish."
“Then be selfish just this once, Fifty, be selfish just this once for me.” Lian Wushuang squatted down, looking her in the eye. “I won’t leave you behind.”
I won't leave you behind!
Many years ago, a young boy, under a sky full of stars, made a solemn vow, so firm and powerful. That strong sense of security enveloped him, just like now, as Ishiro's tears flowed.
It slowly overflowed, dripping down his chin, one drop at a time.
"I'm actually very lucky. In times of crisis, there are always people who stay by my side." Isoro crossed his arms and smiled through his tears.
Leng Wushuang reached out his large hand and stroked her head, then suddenly smiled mischievously and said, "It wasn't that wonderful. Actually, at the time, I wasn't sure. And I didn't want to stay."
"Huh?" Igarashi asked, his eyes wide. "What?"
"Back then, when the kidnappers tied you up," Lian Wushuang simply sat down next to her, looked at the sunset, and smiled mischievously, "I thought about sneaking away. But you confiscated my belt and covered me in mud, so I couldn't leave."
Huh? Isoro blinked, his memory of the young master in white with a slight obsession with cleanliness overlapping with the Leng Wushuang before him: "Ah? That little boy is you?!"
Leng Wushuang sighed and nodded: "I didn't want to say it, after all, no one has ever dared to threaten me since I was a child."
“You took away my food three times, even though it was all drugged, and you were unconscious for several days because of it,” he thought about it and found it funny, then continued, “Because they gave me a muscle relaxant, I lost my strength, so you took my belt and forced me to stay with you until someone came to rescue me.”
Huh? Isoro was dumbfounded. How could it be this version?!
"You...you said you wouldn't leave me alone, and that if only one of us could walk out, you would go first. Didn't you say that?"
Leng Wushuang's eyes sparkled, and he was secretly delighted. He remembered how pitifully Wu Shilang had tugged at his sleeve back then, and he couldn't help but tease Wu Shilang. So, he pretended to be very melancholy and sighed softly, "That's right, I said it, but you forced me to say it after threatening me."
Isoro pointed to the tip of his nose, looking incredulous.
"You said, if I don't swear, I'll smear my white clothes and take off my pants..." He gave a mischievous smile as he watched Goruro's eyes widen.
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Years of memories revealed a hidden truth. The image of the young hero in Isoro's mind crumbled instantly. He pouted and asked, "Let's put that aside for now. Tell me, when did you find out that I was that child?"
Leng Wushuang reached out and pulled the palm-sized piece of blood jade from her neck, then curled her lip and said, "I knew it was you from the very beginning."
“You…” Wu Shilang was completely speechless, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Leng Wushuang and said reproachfully, “Then why did you keep sending me flying out again and again?”
Leng Wushuang smiled faintly, then said, "I thought you liked this way of getting along, but," he curled his lips into a helpless smile, "if it weren't for you, do you think just anyone could get close to me?"
Does he mean to imply that he had different feelings for her from the very beginning? Fifty felt a sweet warmth in her heart.
“Wushuang, I like you.” She smiled broadly and pounced on him, her lips brushing against Leng Wushuang’s head. Black blood dripped from the wound and accidentally landed on the blood jade.
The surface of the blood jade immediately changed.
The red blood and black poison were gradually separated. The black one disappeared into the blood jade and vanished in an instant, leaving only a bright red bloodstain.
"Wushuang, something's changed." Wushilang patted Leng Wushuang incoherently, overjoyed.
So, the medicinal ingredient was actually this ancient piece of blood jade?!
Leng Wushuang scooped up Wushilang in her arms and swept him down Guanyin Mountain, saying joyfully, "Let's go find Luo Shuiliu and ask her to cure your poison."
Isoro's smile froze on his face, and he said coldly, "I don't want you to beg her."
Leng Wushuang gritted her teeth, hardened her heart, ignored her, and kept rushing forward.
The two did not exchange another word until they arrived at the Xiao residence.
At the main gate of the Xiao residence, a figure in white stood. Seeing Leng Wushuang carrying Wushilang in her arms and walking under the moonlight, the figure in white looked down on her: "So tacky, no romance at all!"
The fifty-year-old in Leng Wushuang's arms bared its teeth and claws, ready to pounce and fight. Several times, Leng Wushuang pressed it back into her arms. It glared at Luo Shuiliu menacingly, like a kitten about to explode.
"Leng Wushuang, I want to break up with you!"
Huh? What's going on here?
Wu Shilang jumped down from Leng Wushuang's arms, turned slightly to the side, and found Duan Shuixian hiding behind the stone lion, dressed in bright red, with a worried look on her face.
“I’ve already found someone I like. You’re so unromantic, you can’t even write poetry or pick flowers for me, you’ve made me so bored, so let’s break up.” She still spoke with a straight face, and Wu Shilang’s face immediately darkened.
Leng Wushuang grasped her hand. He tightened his grip and said coldly, "Fine, but you brought it up first, so you have to grant me one request."
It's like searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly.
"I want you to eradicate all the poison in Wu Shilang's body, because we have found the medicinal ingredient."
Luo Shuiliu tilted his head slightly, frowned and thought for a moment, then said decisively, "Okay, but I only have one month. For the rest of the time, I need to accompany Shuixian to Fujian to purchase goods."
As she spoke, she glanced at Duan Shuixian with what she thought was a very charming look, then held up the winter plum blossom in her hand and said coquettishly, "I like how you use the winter plum blossom to metaphorically represent me; it's very fitting."
Pfft, Duan Shuixian almost spat on the stone lion in front of her. What a disaster! Look, this is what happens when you don't believe in the almanac and go out on your own.
"Narcissus, I want to be with you for life." Luo Shuiliu remained shy, holding up the winter plum blossom, smiling sweetly, looking just like Chang'e under the moon.