Lan Yin Bi Yue Extra Chapters

Chapter 53

It would probably take some time for the water in the puddle to fill up. Looking at the time, the sun was already a bit off, and the fruit they had eaten was almost gone. So the two of them went to look for something to eat. Lan Qi went to fetch the wooden bucket from the cave, as a container was needed for washing wild fruit or for people to wash themselves.

When the two returned to the waterhole at dusk, it was full of clear water. The sight filled them with joy, instantly washing away the fatigue and irritability of the past few days.

Ming Er also acquired a roughly shaped wooden container, hollowed out inside, that was neither a bucket, nor a basin, nor even a bowl—a crude and oddly shaped vessel that reflected the craftsman's poor skills. Indeed, no one is omnipotent or perfect; the seemingly knowledgeable Ming Er Gongzi clearly lacked any talent for woodworking.

Finally, the two found clean water, which tasted as cool and sweet as celestial nectar. They then used the water to wash the wild fruits before having dinner, which was the most satisfying meal they had eaten in many days. After finishing the wild fruits, the next thing they were eager to do was wash off the mud, dust, and sweat. Considering that the abundance of water was largely thanks to Lan Qi, and given Ming Er Gongzi's usual modesty, he took the initiative to go first, letting Lan Qi wash up. He planned to wander around for a while and pick some more wild fruits to eat that evening or the next morning.

Lan Qi said nonchalantly to Ming Er's departing back, "Second Young Master, even if you're head over heels for me, don't peek. I welcome you to come and see me openly, and you can even bathe with me if you want."

"Too dirty." Ming Er replied casually as his figure disappeared into the jungle.

When Ming Er returned, Lan Qi was clean from head to toe, inside and out. Her clothes and shoes were dried by her internal energy, leaving her feeling refreshed. Her long, dark hair, reaching her waist, was tied high on her head with a cloth strip, cascading down like a piece of dark silk. In the twilight, she was as beautiful and alluring as a night demon, making Ming Er have to admit that, in terms of appearance alone, it was no wonder that this "Azure Demon" could make countless men and women in the martial arts world admire her.

Lan Qi was in a particularly good mood and felt refreshed. He opened his jade fan and smiled charmingly and wickedly, "Second Young Master, would you like me to scrub your back?"

"I wouldn't dare," said the Second Young Master Ming, always polite.

"Really don't want to?" Lan Qi's eyes gleamed with an eerie light. "I've never scrubbed anyone's back in my life. Doesn't the Second Young Master want to be the first?"

"How could I dare trouble Seventh Young Master?" Ming Er waved his hand, signaling Lan Qi to leave.

"Alas, what a pity." Lan Qi shook his head and sighed, saying as he left, "I really wanted to see if the Second Young Master would still look like a god after taking off his clothes."

Ming Er pretended not to hear.

Lan Qi also wandered around for a while. When he returned with a bunch of wild fruits, Ming Er was also clean and refreshed.

At that moment, the bright moon was rising. In the dim light, Ming Er, still dressed in a green robe, was even more elegant than the moon. His eyes were distant and ethereal, his tall and graceful figure exuded a free and easy spirit. His hair was half tied up on his head and half hanging down over his shoulders, extremely elegant. He showed both a noble and otherworldly demeanor and the elegant demeanor of a young master from a noble family.

"Oh my, the Second Young Master is indeed as beautiful as jade and as divine as an immortal." Lan Qi praised him, waving his jade fan. Unfortunately, the second half of his sentence was not quite right. "How many people in this world have been blinded by this appearance?"

"Likewise." The Second Young Master Ming has always been adept at using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

The two fetched water to wash the wild fruit, and then filled a wooden bucket with more than half a bucket of water for drinking in the evening and for washing up the next morning.

Each carrying a bucket, they walked side by side toward the cave. The night wind was quite cool, but the two, possessing internal strength, were not afraid of the cold. In addition, they were finally clean and refreshed after many days, so they were in a good mood and found each other much more agreeable. For once, there was no sarcasm or ridicule along the way, and they walked quietly.

As they walked into the dense forest, Lan Qi glanced up and saw a strange sight above. She stopped and patted Ming Er on the shoulder, saying, "Look, there's something interesting up there."

Upon hearing the sound, Ming Er stopped and looked up. He saw that the branches of the tall trees above had intertwined and formed a strange circle about ten feet in size. From their position, the stars and moon seemed to be encircled in the circle, or as if they were held in a disc. It was truly amazing. He couldn't help but exclaim, "The creations of nature are always wonderful."

Lan Qi put the wooden bucket aside, looked at the soft, thick layer of grass on the ground, and simply sat down. "Today, I, this young master, will also indulge in some refined pursuits and appreciate the stars and moon."

Ming Er put down the wooden bucket, but instead of sitting down, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the round stars and moon.

As night deepened and the stars and moon grew brighter, the surrounding scenery became clearer. Lan Qi's gaze suddenly fixed on the branches, and then she tugged at Ming Er's sleeve, pointing upwards and saying, "Second Young Master, do you see that?"

Ming Er looked in the direction he was pointing and saw two round fruits, each the size of a baby's fist, growing side by side on a branch, their leaves shimmering faintly with a silvery sheen in the moonlight.

"I never imagined that such a rare fruit could be found on this deserted island. This is the 'Twin Pearl Fruit' that rivals the 'Langguo'." Lan Qi said with great joy, "I heard that if this fruit is a single fruit on a single stem, it will wither and fall early. Only twin fruits on a single stem can ripen."

“I have also heard of it. It is said that this fruit has a silvery sheen when ripe and is also known as the ‘Silver Pearl Fruit’. So this is it?” Ming Er looked up at the silvery fruit.

"Second Young Master, there are two of these precious fruits. Since I was the one who discovered them..." Lan Qi said slowly, his green eyes shifting from the silver fruit to look at Ming Er.

Ming Er also shifted his gaze from the silver fruit and looked down at Lan Qi, who was sitting steadily on the ground.

"...Then I'll trouble you to pick them, and we'll each have one."

"Oh?" Ming Er wondered if the moon had risen from the bottom of a well, otherwise why would Lan Qi Shao say such a thing.

"Go quickly," Lan Qi urged.

Although Ming Er was suspicious, he still leaped up the tall tree to pick the two silver pearl fruits.

A faint smile curved Lan Qi's lips beneath the tree. "I wonder how Young Master Ming's luck is?" he wondered to himself. Just then, he heard a very soft gasp above him. His emerald eyes brightened. "Heh... Young Master, don't blame me. I didn't lift a finger!" Just as he was feeling smug, a sudden gust of wind arose above him. Realizing he was in trouble, he braced himself against the ground to leap away, but with a thud, something crashed down on him, making him see stars and feel as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

As the golden light faded, Lan Qi's vision cleared, and he immediately spotted Ming Er lying above him. Enraged, he raised his hand without thinking and punched Ming Er in the face. Ming Er, still dazed from the fall, instinctively dodged Lan Qi's punch, then remembered that his fall was entirely due to this man. Enraged, he raised his palm and slashed at Lan Qi's shoulder.

Both men were furious and only wanted to punch or slap each other to vent their anger. But their opponent was no ordinary person and could not be defeated in one move. So they started fighting back and forth, using their fists and feet, like low-level martial artists, without any trace of the demeanor of a master.

After struggling for a while, the two suddenly froze at the same time, their limbs intertwined, panting heavily, their eyes meeting, both looking extremely shocked.

Then the two of them let go and jumped away as if they had been burned.

Lan Qi looked at Ming Er with a strange expression.

Ming Er looked at Lan Qi with a strange expression.

Lan Qi pointed at Ming Er, her fingertips trembling, "You...you..." She hesitated for a long time but couldn't finish a sentence.

"Shut up!" Ming Er snapped out of his daze, his ethereal elegance vanishing instantly, replaced by a disheveled and annoyed expression.

Lan Qi's face also looked bad, turning red and then pale. She suddenly jumped up and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but left behind a hateful "Damn fake immortal!"

Ming Er sat stiffly on the spot, his eyes, which had been misty, now staring blankly at the ground until a wave of dizziness washed over him, snapping him back to reality. He raised his right hand, revealing two small bloody holes on his wrist. He rolled up his sleeve and saw a black line crawling from his palm to his arm. He immediately realized something was wrong; the struggle had wasted time and caused his blood to surge, which had actually aggravated the poison's effects. He quickly pulled out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill, and swallowed it. Then, he placed two fingers of his left hand close to his arm and slowly moved them down from top to bottom. The black line disappeared little by little as his fingertips moved down, and black blood began to flow from the bloody holes on his wrist. When bright red blood began to flow from the holes and the black line on his hand disappeared completely, Ming Er stopped the bleeding.

Looking at the withered grass stained with poisonous blood, and recalling what had just happened, the Second Young Master Ming was consumed by remorse. A monster! A monster! If it weren't for his scheming… Hmph! A monster! A monster! The cry of hatred finally burst from his throat, “Damn monster!”

After sitting for a while, the Second Young Master Ming finally calmed down, regaining his serene and otherworldly demeanor. He stood up, looked up, and saw the Silver Pearl Fruit shimmering faintly in the moonlight, incredibly tempting. But remembering the soft, cool, damp, and slippery feeling he had just experienced, he felt a wave of nausea and quickly washed his hands. Even if that Silver Pearl Fruit were a celestial fruit, he wouldn't want to eat it!

After washing his hands, he bent down to pick up the wooden bucket and prepared to go back. However, he caught a glimpse of Lan Qi's bucket lying to the side. He snorted inwardly and started to walk away. After a few steps, he looked at the wild fruit and water in his hand and thought that the demon was no gentleman. He would surely be in danger if he had no food or drink. Sigh, he decided to take it with him. He turned around, bent down, and picked up Lan Qi's bucket again.

Lan Qi flew along, the cold wind chilling her face and cooling the heat that was burning her head and face. By the time she reached the cave, she had mostly sorted out her chaotic thoughts.

Standing in front of the cave, he carefully examined himself from top to bottom by the moonlight, finding nothing amiss.

Then why... could it be that he... or perhaps he...?

A chill ran down her spine, followed by a surge of anger. Suddenly, her emerald eyes lit up, their eerie glow particularly captivating in the moonlight. She involuntarily clenched her fists, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Ha... Got it! Finally got it!

Having cleared his mind, Lan Qi simply sat down at the cave entrance. The night wind was cold, but it made him even more clear-headed. Countless thoughts raced through his mind, making the smile on his lips even deeper.

You fake immortal, just wait, I will make sure you suffer eternal damnation and never be able to rise again!

When Ming Er returned, both of them looked calm and composed, as if the fight in the forest had never happened. That night, they simply meditated and adjusted their breathing in the cave.

The next morning, after washing up and eating some fruit to stave off hunger, the two stepped out of the cave. Although the cave was surrounded by trees and forest, there was a clearing several feet in front of it, with no trees or grass. So, when they looked up, they could see a patch of blue sky and white clouds, with the bright morning sun shining above.

"We're always eating wild fruits, with no oil or fat at all. I always feel like I'm not full," Lan Qi sighed, rubbing her belly.

Ming Er didn't complain, but turned to look at Lan Qi with a half-smile, as if to say that people always take an inch and then a mile.

"The weather is fine and the sun is shining. With nothing else to do, it's the perfect time to kill." Lan Qi said as he walked into the woods.

Ming Er didn't go; he returned to the cave and carefully examined it from all angles. The cave was a natural stone cave, its walls weathered into strange, uneven shapes. Large and small stones, long, square, and round, were scattered on the ground. After looking for a while, he chose a long, rectangular stone about ten feet long on the left. He took out a purple bamboo flute from his sleeve, and with a flick of his wrist, a sword blade about a foot long emerged from the flute's hole. The blade was thin and supple, like a ribbon, but with a gentle flick of his wrist, the protrusions on the long stone were sliced away as easily as slicing tofu. Stone chips flew everywhere, and in an instant, the stone was completely smooth. With another flick of his sleeve, the dust on the stone seemed to gather consciously before gently falling to a corner of the cave, without a speck of dust flying. Then he bent down and neatly tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his long robe, using the remaining water from yesterday's bucket to wipe the long stone.

When everything was ready, Ming Er looked at the feldspar—well, I should say the stone bed he had made—and was quite satisfied. Now he had a place to sleep.

After putting away the purple bamboo flute, he walked out of the cave, carefully examined the surrounding environment, and then leaped to the top of a tall tree.

Looking around, they realized that the island was larger than they had imagined. In front of them was a wide expanse of white, which must have been the rocky beach they had crossed on their way here. Behind them was a green forest, even wider than the rocky beach. Beyond the white and green was the vast blue sea, and above them was the sky looking down.

People often lament that individuals are insignificant and humble compared to the vastness of the universe. Yet, at this moment, standing atop the treetops, at the center of the sea and sky, Ming Er felt only a sense of "boundless expanse, where I am the master."

The sea is deep, the land is vast, the sky is high, yet he alone stands alone.

With eyes closed and head tilted back, standing against the wind, my mind is as still as water, reflecting the heavens and the sea.

A slight ripple appeared on the water. He opened his eyes and turned his head. In the woods over there, Lan Qi was carrying a pheasant in his left hand and a bundle of firewood in his right, heading towards the cave. As if sensing his gaze, Lan Qi suddenly raised his head.

At that moment, so far away, he should have been unable to see or feel anything clearly, but Ming Er clearly saw those eyes that were deeper and greener than the blue sea. He saw into those eyes the cold ruthlessness hidden behind the evil, as well as the desire to dominate the world and the confidence that he was determined to succeed.

This is the biggest opponent, the strongest enemy; it is both a blessing and an obstacle!

So, when one reaches the pinnacle and stands alone, is it him, or oneself?

Ming Er's face once again revealed that pristine smile. His empty eyes, free of all illusion, became clear as a celestial lake, reflecting his opponent, his enemy, with composure and calmness, like a celestial being descended from heaven. Chapter Sixty-One, Twenty-Two: Gold and Jade Collapse Together (Part Two)

Updated: [2008-11-28 14:07:44.0]

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Lan Qi put the chicken and firewood on the ground, clapped his hands, and looked at Ming Er who floated down from the tree.

Ming Er also looked at Lan Qi, wondering how this young master Lan Qi could start a fire.

Lan Qi raised an eyebrow, looking at Ming Er with a hint of provocation, and said, "Second Young Master, do you know how our ancestors made fire before the advent of flint?"

Ming Er really thought about it. He seemed to have read in a book that one could make fire by rubbing wood together. But... looking at the trees around him and the firewood on the ground, was he really going to try making fire by rubbing wood together?

Lan Qi smiled and walked towards the woods again. This time she returned quickly, but only with some withered leaves.

"Does the Second Young Master want fire?"

Upon hearing his question, Ming Er immediately understood his meaning: there's no such thing as a free lunch, and naturally, no such thing as a free fire. "What does Seventh Young Master want me to do?"

Lan Qi piled all the withered leaves at Ming Er's feet. "Second Young Master, I've heard that your Ming family has a very powerful 'Fire Cloud Palm,' so..." He pointed to the withered leaves at his feet, "I'd like to trouble you to use your 'Fire Cloud Palm' to dry these withered leaves. Remember, dry them until they crumble at the slightest touch."

Ming Er thought for a moment and roughly understood what he meant. He sighed slightly and said, "I didn't know that 'Fire Cloud Palm' had this use."

"Hehe... What kind of person am I? Of course I can turn useless efforts into useful ones." Lan Qi laughed happily.

"The 'Fire Cloud Palm' is hailed in the martial arts world as the ultimate Yang palm," the Second Young Master Ming corrected calmly but clearly. Inwardly, however, he sighed, wondering when martial arts masterpieces had become useless.

"In my hands, this palm is only of some use for drying firewood." Lan Qi waved his hand, looking completely nonchalant.

Ming Er remained silent. It would be unwise to argue with Lan Qi, because he would definitely fight to the very end and be determined to win.

Lan Qi slammed his palm into the ground, creating a small crater. He then piled the dry firewood he had collected earlier into a woodpile over the crater. As he stood up, Ming Er brought over some dried leaves and placed them under the woodpile. Lan Qi then picked up two stones, one in each hand, and struck the dried leaves with force. Sparks flew out, and the dry leaves ignited instantly, bursting into flames.

Ming Er glanced at the already burning pile of firewood, then at Lan Qi, who was squatting on the ground carefully adding more firewood to make the fire burn even brighter. He raised an eyebrow, a faint smile in his eyes.

Lan Qi looked up and caught a glimpse of the smile in Ming Er's eyes, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at, Second Young Master?"

“I’m wondering why Seventh Young Master knows so much,” Ming Er said.

Lan Qi smiled, clapped his hands, and stood up. "I know a hundred times more than the Second Young Master."

“Seventh Young Master is exceptionally intelligent and knows a lot, that’s for sure. But what I find puzzling is, how could a scion of a prestigious family like Seventh Young Master know all this?” Ming Er looked at Lan Qi, his empty eyes revealing nothing.

"Instead of wasting your time on me, Second Young Master, why don't you go hunt a few pheasants and rabbits? I didn't prepare any for you." Lan Qi pointed to the only pheasant on the ground, clearly indicating that he only hunted for himself.

Ming Er smiled and didn't ask any further questions. He went to the woods to hunt.

The forest was vast, and there was plenty of prey. However, the Second Young Master wanted to hunt a pheasant, but after searching around, he found several rabbits but no pheasant. Rabbits would have been fine, but before he knew how to cook them, the Second Young Master decided it would be better to eat pheasant first. At least Lan Qi had hunted a pheasant, and he could follow his method later without making a mistake.

When Ming Er finally returned with a pheasant he had hunted, the aroma of roasting pheasant filled the air from afar. Even the usually gentle and refined Second Young Master couldn't help but swallow hard; he hadn't smelled such a delicious aroma in a long time. Back at the cave, he saw two tall logs standing on either side of the woodpile, with a long log stretched across the fire from the top branches. Hanging from the log was a golden-brown pheasant, sizzling with oil, its tempting sizzle making one's mouth water.

"My pheasant is ready, I'll leave the fire for you to roast." Lan Qi wasn't afraid of getting burned, so he took the pheasant off the grill, tore off a piece of golden skin, and popped it into his mouth. "Mmm... crispy and delicious." He tore off another piece of chicken and popped it into his mouth. "Mmm, tasty, though it's a little lacking in salt."

Ming Er looked at the golden-brown roasted pheasant dripping with oil and suddenly felt very hungry. He immediately took down the long log, tied the pheasant's two feet together, and hung it on the log.

While eating roasted chicken, Lan Qi kept an eye on Ming Er. When he saw Ming Er hang the pheasant directly on the long log, he was dumbfounded. Unfortunately, Ming Er was too busy tying up the pheasant to notice.