Ein Reisender, der alle Himmel und unzählige Welten durchquert

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Hua Fushu looked at Yuwen Luo in surprise upon hearing this, and suddenly felt that her fifth brother Yuwen, whom she had always thought was useless, was like a real man at this moment.

Qiu Hengbo glanced at Yuwen Luo, a gentle smile appearing on her lips.

With Ming Er's gentle words of comfort, the heroes in the valley temporarily suppressed their grievances and settled down with peace of mind. Under the care of Ming and Lan's families, they rested and recovered from their injuries.

Although several hundred people lived in the valley, it was not noisy. Firstly, the heroes had endured months of physical and mental torment and were very tired; secondly, everyone was injured and most of them needed to rest in bed; and thirdly, they were hiding here, so why would they shout and attract the enemies of Dongming?

So everyone fell silent.

Green hills, wooden houses, sloping slopes, small ponds, and the occasional two or three figures chatting softly create a sense of tranquility reminiscent of a secluded paradise.

The sun gradually slanted downwards, and time passed little by little. In the blink of an eye, it was already past noon.

Xie Mo pushed open the door and came over with a bowl of medicine.

"It's time for Junior Brother to take his medicine."

"Oh." Song Gen got up and helped Ning Lang, who had been lying unconscious on the bed, sit up.

Half an hour later, the two finally finished feeding the patient a bowl of medicine.

Song Gen picked up a handkerchief and wiped the medicine that had spilled from Ning Lang's mouth. As he wiped, he suddenly said, "Junior Brother has lost a lot of weight."

Xie Mo placed the medicine bowl on the table, turned around, and sighed, "Junior Brother has been unconscious for so long and hasn't eaten anything. How could he not lose weight?"

"Sigh, when will Junior Brother finally wake up?" Song Geng sighed as well. "If this continues, Junior Brother won't die from his injuries, but he'll starve to death!"

"We just hope that Miss Mingluo can help us recover our internal strength soon, so that we can save our junior brother." Xie Mo walked back to the bedside and sat down.

"Alas, I wonder when Miss Mingluo will be able to concoct the antidote," Song Gen sighed again.

"I went to prepare the medicine just now, and Miss Mingluo said it might take another four or five days," Xie Mo replied.

"Another four or five days?" Song Geng looked at Ning Lang on the bed. "Won't our junior brother become skin and bones?!"

"What can we do? Everyone is out of internal energy right now. The subordinates of the Ming and Lan families are all highly skilled in martial arts, but would you dare let them heal our junior brother?" Xie Mo glared at Song Gen.

“No.” Song Gen shook his head repeatedly. “Those people are powerful, but they only practice martial arts for killing. If it’s about saving people, then it’s better not to take the risk.”

Xie Mo thought for a moment and said, "There are two people who are definitely capable of saving people, but..."

"You mean Lan Qishao and Ming Ershao?" Song Gen threw down his handkerchief.

"Mm." Xie Mo nodded.

“That’s not appropriate.” Song Gen disagreed. “At this moment, the entire valley’s people are all dependent on these two. We can’t afford to waste our inner strength. Besides…” He shifted his gaze to the person on the bed and sighed, “Lan Qishao is such a heartless person. He didn’t even react when he heard that Junior Brother was dead. Why would he bother to save him?”

"Yeah?"

Suddenly, a clear, melodious voice rang out. The two men quickly looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lan Qi standing by the window, her deep blue eyes looking at them with a half-smile. The two men were startled. When had this person arrived? They still possessed 20% of their power, yet they hadn't noticed at all.

"Senior brothers, be careful not to bite the hand that feeds you for talking behind people's backs." Lan Qi pushed open the door and went in.

Xie Mo and Song Gen stood up, unsure of what to say, since they had just spoken ill of someone and the person had overheard them.

Lan Qi walked to the bedside on her own. When her green eyes met the thin, sunken face on the bed, her gaze narrowed slightly.

"Seventh Young Master, are you here to visit Junior Brother?" Xie Mo spoke first. "Seventh Young Master, don't worry, Junior Brother won't die for now. He just looks a little unsightly, but Seventh Young Master is a person of great stature. You certainly wouldn't dislike Junior Brother because of this, right?"

Upon hearing these words, Lan Qi turned her head, her emerald eyes glancing sideways at Xie Mo, and said in a seductive voice, "This young master has always liked beauties. My two senior brothers are young and handsome, and I certainly won't find them lacking." As she spoke, a smile of unparalleled beauty slowly bloomed on her lips, and her emerald eyes shimmered like a mysterious vortex that could draw one's soul in.

Instantly, Xie Mo felt a chill run down her spine and broke out in a cold sweat for no apparent reason.

Lan Qi looked at Xie Mo's reaction, a hint of sarcasm appearing on her lips, and turned back. "Get out."

Huh? Xie Mo was still in a daze when Song Gen pushed him out the door.

"What are you doing?" Xie Mo asked from outside, brushing Song Gen's hand away.

"Didn't you realize he came to heal our junior brother?" Song Gen said, releasing his grip.

"Really?" Xie Mo's face lit up with joy upon hearing this.

"Go boil some water and brew a pot of hot tea. Seventh Young Master will be very tired after helping Junior Brother heal his injuries. Inviting him for a cup of tea is a way to express your gratitude," Song Gen instructed.

"Mm." Xie Mo nodded, but after taking a step, she stopped and looked back at Song Gen. "I was the one who decocted the medicine earlier. Now it's your turn."

“I’m going to stay here and keep watch so no one can disturb us,” Song Gen said, his reasoning sound. “Or are you going to stay? Seventh Young Master might need some help later.”

Xie Mo recalled those eerie green eyes from just now, and the moment she felt a chill of fear. She had no choice but to boil water and make tea, but before leaving, she gave Song Genzhun a cold snort.

Song Gen sat cross-legged in front of the door, quietly watching the sunlight gradually move across the wooden house.

Whether that person was male or female was irrelevant to them; they didn't care about what happened outside of Qianbi Mountain. They only cared about their junior brother, and since he was willing, they had nothing to say.

And that person... the fact that he came today, that such a demonic person would heal his junior brother's injuries, shows that he cares about him.

Worldly love and marriage are far removed from them; they neither understand nor concern themselves with them. Whether their junior brother will experience joy or sorrow in the future is up to their own fate. As for Uncle Ning and Aunt Ning, since they have arranged this marriage for their only son, they must have their reasons.

As long as the junior brother is not killed or injured, that's fine. But in the mortal world, one will always have to go through trials and tribulations.

You reap what you sow; there's no need to force it.

Looking into the distance, all one could see were towering mountain peaks.

Ah, Mount Qianbi is still the best.

In front of the wooden house, Song Gen sighed with emotion.

The breeze is gentle and the clouds are light on Mount Qianbi. Martial arts are practiced and self-cultivation is practiced in Qianbi Palace. It's simple, but peaceful. I should hurry and finish these matters; I'm starting to miss that mountain.

Xie Mo returned with tea, but there was no movement inside the wooden house.

The tea went from boiling hot to lukewarm and then to cold, but there was no movement inside the wooden house.

The sunlight slowly turned crimson, casting long shadows on the mountain peaks; dusk had arrived once more.

Xie Mo and Song Gen sat quietly in front of the door, waiting patiently and without haste.

Inside the wooden cabin, on a simple wooden bed, Lan Qi sat cross-legged, her palms resting on Ning Lang's back, who was sitting cross-legged in front of her. As time quietly passed, Ning Lang's face slowly turned red, and wisps of white steam rose from his head, while fine beads of sweat appeared on Lan Qi's forehead, slowly sliding down her eyebrows.

Finally, Lan Qi stopped his attack and withdrew his palm.

Ning Lang lost his support and slumped forward, about to hit the bed. Lan Qi reached out and grabbed his shoulder. She got up from the bed, bent down to help Ning Lang lie back down, and pulled the blanket over him. As she stood up again, beads of sweat dripped from her forehead and landed on Ning Lang's eyelids.

Seeing the sweat seeping into his eyes, he was momentarily stunned, but quickly came to his senses. He reached out and wiped the water from his eyelids, and when he withdrew his hand, he found that the eyes that had been closed for a long time were open.

On his haggard and thin face, a pair of clear, bright eyes, black and white as the sun, stared at her without blinking.

The moment their eyes met, Lan Qi froze.

"Are you... in pain?"

Huh? Lan Qi asked, puzzled.

"If... I die... will you be sad..." Ning Lang had not eaten or drunk anything for a long time, his strength was weak, and his voice was hoarse, but his eyes were clear and bright, and his spirit was not diminished in the slightest.

Lan Qi was stunned.

"If I die... you'll feel pain, won't you?" Those eyes remained fixed on her, clear and bright. "I see you kill... it hurts... if I die... you'll feel pain... everyone, please don't... kill..."

Lan Qi was shocked.

"So many people died... Why do people kill... People shouldn't kill... They shouldn't kill..." The voice faded and died, and the eyes finally succumbed to deep weariness. They closed gently again.

Lan Qi, standing there dumbfounded by the bedside, had a flurry of emotions flashing in her emerald eyes in an instant. She slowly raised her hand and reached it towards Ning Lang's head, her fingertips brimming with true energy. With just a gentle touch, this person would forever... close his eyes!

Just as the force was about to be released, he suddenly retracted his finger and pulled it back, retreating several steps until he was more than ten feet away from the bed before stopping. He lowered his hand and hid it in his sleeve, a few drops of blood falling to the ground. He clenched his fist, suddenly turned around, opened the wooden door, and stepped out.

Would you like some tea?

As the wooden door creaked open, Xie Mo handed over the white porcelain teapot, only to see Lan Qi looking slightly bewildered, as if she had been frightened by something. She glanced at them with her blue eyes, then turned and strode away without a word.

"What's wrong with him?" Xie Mo asked, somewhat confused.

"Let's go see our junior brother first," Song Gen said.

The two turned and went inside.

Behind her, Lan Qi's departing figure was solitary and hurried. She passed by wooden houses and buildings along the way, and every now and then someone would call out "Seventh Young Master." But she seemed not to hear them and kept walking forward.

No wooden houses or buildings have been built on the northwest slope of the valley. It retains its natural appearance, covered with thick, dry, yellow grass, reaching the high peaks above and extending into the dense forest below.

Ming Er and Qiu Hengbo strolled along the path, the setting sun gently casting a crimson glow on the twilight. Their figures, both elegant and graceful, occasionally turned their heads to exchange a few words, their quiet and serene demeanor resembling a gently unfolding painting.

Occasionally, someone might wander in by mistake, but upon seeing the two of them, they would quietly retreat, afraid of disturbing them.

On the hillside, the two looked at each other, their hearts and eyes pleasing to the eye. Such a beautiful woman (gentleman) was rare, yet they both sighed softly in their hearts.

"I thought we would be a perfect couple." There was a hint of regret in Qiu Hengbo's voice.

Ming Er stopped, put his hands behind his back, and after a moment said, "I also thought so."

After saying this, the two looked at each other, then smiled slightly, both appearing calm and composed.

"Both of them are impeccable in terms of family background and appearance. Meeting each other at such a perfect time, neither of them having committed to another, is ideal. Their words, actions, and character are also compatible." Qiu Hengbo tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the distant mountain peaks, her beautiful face flushed crimson, radiant with beauty. "Why can't we?"

"How could someone as intelligent as Miss Yokobo not know?" Meiji said lightly, his hazy eyes turning away, still deep and distant.

Qiu Hengbo looked at him, and even though they were standing so close, even though his eyes were so close, it was as if they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, gazing at each other from afar, unable to cross over, unable to get closer.

In this world, some people will repay you tenfold if you treat them with even a little sincerity. But some people, even if you treat them with a hundredfold sincerity, may not repay you even a little. There will always be some people you can never truly understand.

"When the Second Young Master has a son in the future, the 'Heavenly Silk Robe' will be the congratulatory gift." She gently released her hand, her eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and a faint smile slowly bloomed, like a flower in water, softly exuding charming beauty.

Ming Er raised his long eyebrows slightly, looking at the exceptionally beautiful face before him with gentle composure. Then he smiled faintly and said, "'Heavenly Silk Robe' is a priceless treasure. I am unworthy of it."

Qiu Hengbo shook her head, her bright eyes clear and intelligent. "The Second Young Master is an extraordinary person. Hengbo is able to write a poem for him, which is priceless. Hengbo has come out on top."

Such a person, what a pity. The Second Young Master Ming gently shifted his gaze, his face showing only a calm and elegant smile.

The two slowly moved back, and when they were halfway there, they saw a figure turn around on the slope ahead. The three of them met face to face and were all taken aback.

"Seventh Young Master," Qiu Hengbo greeted with a smile before leaving.

Ming Er and Lan Qi are left facing each other across the slope.

Lan Qi stared at Ming Er with her emerald eyes. After a long while, she blurted out, "I won't be sad if he dies! I'll be overjoyed if you, Fake Immortal, die."

This abrupt and seemingly unrelated statement left the second young master somewhat bewildered. After a moment, his eyes flashed, and with a swift movement, he was already in front of Lan Qi. He reached out, grabbed Lan Qi's wrist, and with a few leaps, entered the dense forest.

The forest was dimly lit, but the two of them had good eyesight enough to see each other clearly.

"Is your mind in turmoil?" Young Master Ming looked at Lan Qi with a half-smile.