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Capítulo 68

Zhou Yuanping was usually a man of few words and seemed rather dull, but he had already guessed the other party's origins. He gripped the scabbard in his hand tightly, stretched out his arm to stop his junior brother beside him, glanced at the lowered carriage curtain, and raised his voice: "If I am not mistaken, you come from Seven Star Island in the East China Sea?"

The person behind the carriage curtain was silent for a moment, then answered with an extremely simple word: "Yes."

With the help of the others, Sheng Quan managed to stand up. Despite his bravado, the excruciating pain from his wounds was unbearable. His face was covered in cold sweat, and his voice trembled: "So it was someone from Seven Star Island! No wonder they were acting so suspiciously, only capable of stabbing people in the back!"

Upon hearing this, the subordinates of Seven Star Island all showed anger. Danfeng, who had long been dissatisfied with him, was about to confront him, seeing that he remained unyielding despite his injury. Just as she was about to step forward, the person inside the carriage whispered to her through the gauze window, "Don't waste time, let's go."

Danfeng glared indignantly at Shengquan, then turned back to the front of the carriage, lightly leaping to sit in front of the curtain. The young man driving the carriage also took a step back, preparing to continue forward. But the Hengshan Sect members still blocked the middle of the road, refusing to give way.

Danfeng raised an eyebrow and said, "What? You still won't give up?"

Zhou Yuan glanced at Sheng Quan, who was clutching his waist and whose face was ashen, and said in a deep voice to the people in the carriage, "Although my junior brother was somewhat reckless, you went too far and almost took his life!"

The person inside the carriage smiled faintly and said, "I'm sorry, I already left myself some room for maneuver. Otherwise, I'm afraid the stab wouldn't have hit my waist but my heart."

"You..." Sheng Quan stumbled forward, but the crowd quickly pulled him back, then started clamoring again: "Senior Brother, what do we do about this?" "This is simply outrageous!"

Although Zhou Yuan also felt that his opponent was ruthless, he glanced around. The riders all held two swords, their eyes sharply fixed on their side. The person inside the carriage was unknown, and his hidden weapon techniques were extremely strange. If a real fight broke out, he feared his sect would be at a disadvantage. He narrowed his already small eyes, gave a signal to the people behind him to suppress their shouts, turned around, stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Our Hengshan Sect has never had any enmity with Seven Star Island. Since you speak in this way, then I will have no choice but to return and report to my sect. Please provide an explanation then."

"As you see fit." The person inside the carriage remained calm, even with a hint of sarcasm in their tone.

Zhou Yuan suppressed his displeasure and forcibly pulled Sheng Quan, who was beside him, back a few steps.

"Just let them go like that? We don't even know their names!" Sheng Quan gritted his teeth and glared at the carriage, his eyes fierce.

"My surname is Lian, Lian Junchu." A emotionless reply came from inside the carriage, and then there was no more sound. Danfeng glanced at them sideways, lifted the curtain and got in. The carriage slowly moved forward, and the riders sheathed their swords and lined up behind the carriage to follow closely behind.

Once the carriage was out of sight, the Hengshan Sect disciples resumed their cursing. Zhou Yuan examined Sheng Quan's injuries; a silver rhombus was deeply embedded in his lower back, drawing blood incessantly.

"Senior Brother Zhou...you're too cowardly!" Sheng Quan endured the pain and tried to pull out the diamond, but his brows furrowed as soon as he moved, so he had to give up.

"We couldn't possibly win against that force just now," Zhou Yuan said, mounting his horse. "This matter won't end here. Uncle Lan seems to be visiting a friend nearby. Let's go find him."

Despite their reluctance, the group had no choice but to help Shengquan onto his horse and then slowly proceed forward.

As the carriage traveled, Danfeng sat opposite Lian Junchu, hugging her knees, and exclaimed, "Young Master, that big man really suffered this time. If your hidden weapon had been a little stronger, it would have pierced a hole in his body."

Dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, Lian Junchu leaned against the window, gazing out through the gauze curtains, his eyes distant, as if lost in thought. Danfeng tilted her head to look at his handsome face, picked up a fox fur cloak from beside her, and leaned over to drape it over him. Lian Junchu seemed to snap out of his reverie, paused, and shook his head, saying, "No need."

"Young master, you've always lived in the south, aren't you afraid of the cold?" Danfeng asked with a smile, draping the cloak over his legs.

Lian Junchu raised the corners of her mouth, a mysterious smile playing on her lips: "I'm not what you imagine."

"In my imagination?" Danfeng murmured, noticing that he seemed willing to talk now, unlike his usual taciturn self, and asked curiously, "How do you know what I imagine you to be like?"

Lian Junchu, still turned to look out the window, slowly said, "In your heart, I am nothing more than a noble and high-ranking master."

Danfeng blushed slightly and said, "Isn't that right? To me, you are the most remarkable person in the world."

Lian Junchu closed his eyes and revealed a faint smile, but this smile, which should have made him look even more handsome, somehow added a touch of vicissitude to Danfeng's eyes.

Danfeng didn't understand. Since she came to Seven Star Island and met the young master, she had never seen him truly smile.

He would practice martial arts day and night, with the sunrise and sunset, the ebb and flow of the tide. In his world, nothing else could make him so focused and dedicated, even to the point of disregarding everything else.

When he wasn't practicing his sword, he would stay alone on the beach. When Danfeng patrolled the island at night, she would often see that figure sitting alone on the beach under the clear moonlight, watching the ebb and flow of the tide.

She had thought of asking him to go back and rest, but Chongming stopped her.

"He won't listen." Chongming seemed to have already tried to persuade him, but it obviously had no effect.

So Danfeng had no choice but to leave with the patrol team, looking back as she went.

The sea breeze ruffled his sleeves, rustling gently. On the lonely coastline, the tide has been washing over the beach for millennia, carrying away the fine sand and leaving behind quietly sleeping seashells, each one faintly glowing white in the moonlight.

Chapter 47 Hearing the Zither Music Recalls the Past

The carriage traveled on, and after passing through Lujiang County, the sky, which had been gloomy for many days, finally began to clear up. However, because Chongming and the other two swordsmen were still missing, no one could truly relax.

Danfeng had never traveled for such a long time by carriage before, and felt her back and legs ache and swell, so she lifted the curtain and sat in the front of the carriage. At this time, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the sun was shining brightly. Although there were still some snow remnants by the roadside, it was warmer than before. The once quiet path gradually widened, and there were more pedestrians and merchants coming and going on the road.

As dusk approached, the carriage drew nearer to the city ahead. Danfeng, seeing the city gate in the distance, exclaimed joyfully to the young man driving the carriage, "Yinglong, is this Luzhou?"

Yinglong slowed his horse, looked up, and said, "It is indeed Luzhou, but..."

"But what?"

Yinglong glanced back at the carriage curtain and whispered, "Luzhou is no small place. Who exactly are we looking for?"

Danfeng then realized that the young master had never explained why he was going to Luzhou or who he was looking for there. She had grown accustomed to his taciturn nature and hadn't bothered to ask.

"Wait here," Danfeng said to Yinglong, then lifted the curtain and slipped into the carriage.

"Young Master..." Once inside the carriage, she sat down opposite him with a slightly awkward air, hesitating about how to ask the right question.

"Yinxi Xiaozhu." Lian Junchu knew what she was going to ask, and before she could speak, she said these four words indifferently.

"Yinxi Xiaozhu?" She was startled again; this name had also been forbidden to be mentioned on the island.

Danfeng suddenly felt that this long journey seemed to have a special meaning.

The light flickered across Lian Junchu's face, and he only raised his eyes slightly to glance at her before lowering them again, his gaze remaining fixed on his feet.

Every time Danfeng was in his presence, a strange feeling would arise from the bottom of her heart. This feeling contained fear, respect, and many other indescribable emotions. Especially when he was silent, no matter how urgent her matter was, she dared not disturb him.

The Forget-Love Pavilion on Seven Star Island holds countless treasures, but Danfeng has a deep memory of only one: the glass.

It is crystal clear, cool and hard, yet extremely fragile.