Lan Yin Bi Yue Extra Chapters

Chapter 30

"Waaah... Senior Brother, you won't help me at all." Ning Lang burst into tears again. At this moment, he was just a nineteen-year-old boy. The omnipotent senior brother was not omnipotent today. How could he not be heartbroken? Thinking of Lan Qi, his heart ached. Thinking of all the teasing and playing around along the way, he felt extremely wronged. If he didn't cry to his senior brother who had been with him for more than ten years, who else could he cry to?

Lan Qi, who had just opened his jade fan, looked at Ning Lang, who was crying loudly, and Ren Qi, who was busy comforting him. He seemed a little dazed for a moment, and the hand that was waving the jade fan gradually stopped. Then he suddenly came to his senses, closed the jade fan, gave everyone a slight fist salute, and said, "I will take my leave now. I will meet you all again in Yingzhou on the day I set sail." After saying that, he turned and left gracefully.

Behind Kong, Feng Yi's gaze followed Lan Qi's departing figure, his eyes filled with emptiness and despair. Sui Qingchen glanced at Feng Yi, then turned to the receding Lan Qi, raising a hand to smooth her temple, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.

Lan Qi descended the mountain alone, moving swiftly. In the blink of an eye, he reached the summit. Suddenly, a figure flashed to his side. It was the leader of the sect he had met on Mount Meng that day. He paused, then bowed respectfully and said, "Young Master Qi, my sect leader invites you."

Lan Qi's green eyes narrowed, then he waved his fan and laughed, "May I ask what business you have with me, Master?"

"Seventh Young Master will know once he arrives. I can guarantee that the Master has no ill intentions," the man said.

"Oh?" Lan Qi blinked. "Then lead the way."

"Yes, please follow me." The man respectfully led the way.

Lan Qi followed behind him, and after turning a few corners of the mountain, she saw Sui Qingchen standing by the woods ahead.

"May I ask what business you have with me, Master?" Lan Qi asked, shaking his jade fan.

Sui Qingchen looked up at Lan Qi for a long time, then raised her hand to remove the veil covering her face, revealing an extremely beautiful but no longer young face, and said softly, "You should call me Fifth Aunt."

"Oh?" Lan Qi raised an eyebrow, revealing an expression that was somewhere between doubt and teasing.

"I think you know very well in your heart." Sui Qingchen covered her face with the veil again.

Lan Qi didn't answer, but just smiled and said, "Following the Sect Leader, Following Qingchen, Qingchen, or Beauty of the Sui Family, which title would you choose?" After laughing, he added coldly, "This young master has no relatives."

“You…” Sui Qingchen was clearly slightly angry, but when she met those strange, deep blue eyes, she immediately lost her breath and could only sigh softly, saying, “This is not your fault.”

Lan Qi simply flashed a wicked smile.

After a moment, Sui Qingchen said, "I came to tell you that whenever you want to join the sect, you can come and get it."

"Oh?" Lan Qi raised an eyebrow again.

“My elder brother said you are the best successor. He chose you, and then all the followers of the sect also chose you.” Sui Qingchen looked at Lan Qi with a slight smile. “A person like you is truly in line with the temperament of our sect.”

"Is that so?" Lan Qi's lips curled slightly.

"That's all I have to say. Come find me whenever you want." After saying that, Sui Qingchen glanced at Lan Qi one last time, then turned and left without lingering. The followers of Sui Qingchen, who had been hiding in the shadows, also disappeared in a short while.

Lan Qi stood alone at the edge of the forest, toying with the jade fan in his hand. After a moment, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he slowly said, "As you wish... Heh... You're a good piece of meat." His smile suddenly vanished, and his green eyes narrowed. "Whoever wants to get close to me, why don't you show yourself?"

A sound came from behind, and Lan Qi turned around, only to be taken aback.

This person was Feng Yi, but he stared at Lan Qi with a deathly pale face, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to speak but could not utter a word.

"So it's you, brother." Lan Qi opened his jade fan and smiled calmly. "We haven't seen each other for so long. I'm so happy to meet you today."

Feng Yi's face was as white as paper, and the despair in his eyes was even deeper and more intense.

Lan Qi simply waved her fan and smiled at him.

Ning Lang, having cried his fill, sobered up. Looking up, he suddenly realized he wasn't on Qianbi Mountain, but on Ying Mountain. He was filled with shame and embarrassment, wishing he could dig a hole and disappear. Meanwhile, Yuwen Luo, seeing his father and brothers still discussing matters with Qiu Changtian and the others, thought to himself, "Now is the time to leave." He quickly pulled Ning Lang aside, whispered to Ren Qi, "Farewell, see you at the foot of the mountain," and started to walk away. Ning Lang was perfectly content. Ren Qi, representing the Qianbi faction, had many matters to discuss with Kong and the others and couldn't leave, so he had to let his junior brother go first, promising to meet again at Xicheng.

Yuwen Luo pulled Ning Lang down from the plaza, saying that since they had taken the proper path up the mountain, they might as well try a different route down, perhaps to see a different view and avoid the large crowds descending the mountain. Ning Lang had no objections, and the two turned onto another path. After walking for a while, they saw Ming Er's figure in the distance. Thinking that he, like them, was trying to avoid the crowds, they quickly followed. However, Ming Er suddenly turned around, raised his index finger, and signaled them to be quiet. The two obediently pushed their lightness skills to the limit and quietly followed Ming Er. After turning around a few times, they saw Lan Qi ahead. Hearing Lan Qi's shout, they thought their whereabouts had been exposed, but unexpectedly, another person appeared in front of them—it was none other than the Phoenix Descendant who looked remarkably like Lan Qi.

"Why isn't Brother saying anything?" Lan Qi looked at Feng Yi with great confusion. "Brother, why is your face so pale? Is it because your body is too weak to bear the burden, or because you were disturbed by ghosts at night and didn't sleep well?"

"Those are really venomous words!" Yuwen Luo thought to himself as he listened from behind.

Feng Yi remained silent, only looking at Lan Qi.

Lan Qi smiled again and said, "If you are not feeling well, brother, come home. I am now the head of the Lan family. Just tell me what you want to eat or use. We are siblings, we were born together in our mother's womb, and now what I have, you also have."

Feng Yi's face turned even paler, so pale it was almost ashen.

"Alas, my brother hasn't said a word. It has truly chilled my heart." Lan Qi sighed deeply. "I suppose my brother doesn't want to see me. If that's the case, then I'll take my leave. If my brother wants to go home, then go back." After saying this, she turned to leave, but then turned back and smiled, "Does my brother still remember the way home?" After saying this, she left.

"..." Feng Yi looked at his back, opened his mouth but no sound came out. When the figure was about to disappear into the depths of the shade of the tree, he finally blurted out in anxiety and fear, "...Yin...Yin..." He had kept this name hidden for more than ten years. At this moment, he finally called out, but the figure in the depths of the shade of the tree only paused slightly, and then left resolutely.

“…Yinyin…Yinyin…” The broken, sorrowful cries continued, but no one answered.

The sun was gradually setting, and the mountains were already darkening. A cold evening breeze swept by.

Hidden behind them, Yuwen Luo and Ning Lang were greatly surprised. They had initially harbored some doubts, but now it seemed that this Feng Yi was indeed Lan Qi's twin brother. But why did the brothers meet in such a manner? Was there something between them that was unknown to outsiders? Ning Lang murmured the name Yin Yin, thinking, "So that's the name my brother calls me."

Ming Er silently drifted away, without disturbing Yuwen Luo and Ning Lang. Recalling the scene just now, he couldn't help but smile. It turned out that this opponent had a fatal weakness.

"Brother, he's so upset, should we go over there..." Ning Lang looked at the isolated figure in front of him and felt a pang of pity.

“No,” Yuwen Luo replied immediately. “They…wouldn’t want anyone to know.” But with their martial arts skills, did they really not discover them? Perhaps they really didn’t, simply because they had forgotten about themselves.

"Oh." Ning Lang nodded as if he understood, then turned around, "Then we..."

"What's wrong?" Yuwen Luo noticed his strange expression and turned around, but Ming Er's figure was no longer behind him.

"When did the Second Young Master leave?" Ning Lang asked. "How amazing! They were right next to him and didn't even notice."

Yuwen Luo shook his head, glanced at Feng Yi by the edge of Youli Forest, sighed inwardly, and said softly, "Let's go down the mountain."

"Hmm." Chapter Thirty-Nine, Part Thirteen: The Glory of the Pear Tree (Part Two)

Updated: [2008-11-28 14:07:14.0]

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The two left quietly.

As dusk settled, the person standing at the edge of the woods remained motionless, staring blankly into the depths of the grove, as if that person had always been there, never having left, and would leap joyfully at the slightest call, just as... just as before...

"Yinyin."

I called out softly, not daring to make it too loud, for fear of disturbing her and causing her to vanish without a trace like yesterday's dream. I stared intently at the dark woods, thinking that Yinyin would surely emerge from there.

There was a slight sound behind him, and his heart skipped a beat. "Yinyin!"

Looking back, one is instantly plunged into an abyss, with icy darkness pressing down on them relentlessly.

“Phoenix descendant.” Kong looked at him with pity; in the dim light, his face was even paler than that of the dead.

"Uncle-Master," Feng Yi murmured, looking at him in despair. In the evening wind, his body was so thin that it looked like a silhouette, swaying precariously.

"They've gone down the mountain." Kong turned away, unable to bear looking any longer. That despair, that feeling of being worse than dead, he had experienced before.

"Okay." Feng Yi looked back at the forest one last time; it was now dark and blurry.

Yuwen Luo and Ning Lang no longer leisurely enjoyed the scenery along the way. Firstly, the scene they had just witnessed left them feeling somewhat heavy-hearted, and secondly, it was getting dark, so they decided to hurry down the mountain.

"Brother, will we stay at the same inn after we go down the mountain?"

"Of course we have to go to another one, otherwise it would be bad if we ran into my dad and older brother."

"Oh, but I still want to talk to my eldest brother, third brother, and fifth brother. Where should we go to meet them tomorrow?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. It'll be easy to find them."

"That's good."

Ning Lang felt relieved and stopped talking. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, he quickened his pace, but he hadn't gone an arrow's length before he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Yuwen Luo, who was walking alongside him, also stopped and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“There are people ahead, and I can smell the medicinal scent of ‘Zifu San’,” Ning Lang pointed ahead.

"Oh?" Yuwen Luo thought for a moment, then said, "It might be Miss Shang and Master Jin ahead."

"I wonder how badly she was injured." Ning Lang thought of the blood all over her face.

"Let's go. If we run into each other, let's say hello." Yuwen Luo strode away.

After walking for a while, the two faintly heard the sound of flowing water. Turning a corner, they saw a mountain stream ahead, with two people sitting and standing beside it. The one sitting on the large rock was Shang Pinghan, and the one standing beside the rock was Jin Quelou.

"Miss Shang, it's getting late, let's go down the mountain together," Jin Que Lou said softly.

"No rush." Shang Pinghan's voice remained cold.

Upon seeing the situation of the two, Yuwen Luo and Ning Lang were caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to advance or retreat. They were afraid of disturbing them if they suddenly went over. They looked at each other in confusion and finally quietly retreated a few steps to a place where they could no longer see the two, intending to wait for them to leave before going down the mountain.

"Miss Shang, does the injury on your face still hurt?" After a moment, Jin Que Lou asked softly.

“Just a little bit,” Shang Pinghan said coldly.

"That's good." Jin Que Lou was relieved. "'Purple Mansion Powder' is indeed effective."

Shang Pinghan remained silent, and for a moment the surroundings were quiet, the atmosphere quite awkward. Jin Que Lou racked his brains for words, and after a long while, he only said, "How are your eyes feeling now?"

"I can see it." Shang Pinghan's tone remained cold and indifferent.

"Oh." Jin Que Lou breathed a sigh of relief, then didn't know what to say. Actually, he had a lot to say to Shang Ping Han, but... those things might never be said.

"Golden Palace Tower." Suddenly, Shang Pinghan called out.

"Ah? Here." Jin Que Lou was delighted to hear Shang Ping Han call his name and quickly responded.

“You don’t need to worry about my injury. The medicine that Ning gave me is very good, but it will leave a scar on my face in the future…” Shang Pinghan paused slightly, then snorted coldly, “I will get my revenge on Mei Rudai one day.”

"I'll help you," Jin Quelou said immediately. After saying that, he regretted it a little, afraid of making her angry.

What's remarkable is that Shang Pinghan wasn't angry. He simply turned to look at Jin Que Lou with a deep gaze, and after a long while, he said, "Jin Que Lou, you've been following me like this for quite some years now, haven't you?"

Jin Que Lou was taken aback, then realized what was happening. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "It's been three years."

"Three years have passed?" Shang Pinghan murmured repeatedly. "Three years is not a short time."

Jin Que Lou's heart skipped a beat, looking at Shang Ping Han with a mixture of hope and fear. A long, bright red scab ran across Shang Ping Han's snow-white face, and his slightly swollen eyes remained cold and indifferent. He would still like him even with a scar on his face, but he hoped that when those eyes looked at him, they wouldn't be so cold and disgusted… Just as he was thinking this, those eyes suddenly shifted, and their gazes met. Jin Que Lou's heart skipped a beat.

"Jin Que Lou, I know how you feel about me, and I know how good you are to me, but you shouldn't follow me anymore." The voice was flat and without any emotion.

Jinquelou stood there, speechless.

"I, Shang Pinghan, am not the kind of woman who acts coy and pretentious. If I like you, I will repent and marry you. But I don't like you, and your constant following me annoys me, you know?" Shang Pinghan's voice was not as cold as before, but it was still devoid of any tenderness. "If you are willing to be my friend, Feixue Temple welcomes you anytime. If not, then let us be strangers." After saying this, she stood up, glanced at the blank-faced Jin Quelou, and without saying anything more, turned and left.

Beside the mountain stream, the water murmured, occasionally splashing up a few drops that reflected the last faint rays of sunlight. Jinque Tower stood there blankly, a blurry, dim shadow in the hazy light.

Yuwen Luo and Ning Lang, standing behind the mountain, looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

This day was wonderful, but it also brought a lot of sadness.

On August 11th, the sky was clear and the sun shone brightly.

When Lan Qi opened the door early in the morning, she found herself surrounded by red.

Red "double happiness" characters were pasted on the doors and windows, red lanterns hung on the corridors, servants dressed in red were busy coming and going, and red ribbons seemed to be fluttering in the distance...

"Seventh Young Master".