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Chapter 132 - Forgotten Love

Edited by Molly

Lin Shu coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Shao wiped the blood off for him.

Lin Shu nuzzled closer on Xiao Shao’s neck.

He could not smell the cold fragrance that seemed to be there but not.

No, it’s not that he could not smell it. He could smell it. He knew there was a certain fragrance here.

He sniffed the light breath, but he could not think of the snowy night, the plum blossom and moon anymore.

He looked at Xiao Shao.

He still had that good-looking facial features, but he——

He stretched out his hand and traced Xiao Shao’s facial features.

Xiao Shao held his wrist, his tone a little hesitant, and asked, “Baby?”

Lin Shu closed his eyes.

The world suddenly quieted down.

The touching bodies, and the short gasps, suddenly ceased to exist at that moment. The ice surface shattered, he fell to the bottom of the lake, and slowly sank. The stars and the moon in the sky became blurred as the distance between them grew farther and farther away, and there was a long silence in his ears .

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but it was gone now, and it was slightly cold.

There was a vague and misty voice in his ear, it was Xiao Shao calling him.

He tried to respond. He wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn’t. After the struggle, he fell into the memory of many years ago.

Master said, “It’s time for you to learn the mental skills of our Sword Pavilion.”

“Disciple, you have an extraordinary talent. You are a rare talent for thousands of years. Ordinary mental skills and sword techniques are no longer useful. Starting today, you will practice “Endless Yearning” from the Sword Pavilion’s sword exercise.

“Disciple, even if this exercise is in my Sword Pavilion, it is a forbidden thing that can’t be easily taken out. When you practice it, be very careful.”

He was about ten years old at that time.

It seemed like he hadn’t been bullied since he was eleven or twelve years old.

——He didn’t think that other people were dirty or boring.

They were just some moving bodies.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, overcast, sunny, rain and snow, five tones and six rhythms, they were all meaningless.

He was a humble mortal moving forward step by step, and gradually he stopped caring about many things.

He didn’t feel wronged anymore, he didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore, and he didn’t want to die.

There was no big difference between death or immortality, so he will live first.

So, was it all because of the exercises?

This was the mentality of Sword Pavilion.

This was being a man from Sword Pavilion.

Right from the start—it was like this. He spent nearly twenty years in his last life, using such a cold and affectionate mind to cultivate up to the realm of Crossing the Tribulation. Now, to get his cultivation base back, he must return to this kind of mindset.

There can be no second choice, this matter cannot be changed, it’s just that he didn’t know it before.

Master never told him, or he had, but he was still too young to understand.

Now he finally understood, but it was too late.

What about Xiao Shao?

What should he say to Xiao Shao?

The mental skill was not under his control, and it runs crazily through his body, and the spiritual power like frost and snow had flowed through the eight meridians that had just been repaired.

As the spiritual power washed over him over and over again, his mental state that had been rippling before, gradually calmed down.

When his cultivation base was recovering from the Building Foundation Stage, he opened his eyes and met Xiao Shao’s eyes.

Xiao Shao looked at him without speaking.

There was an indescribable look in Lin Shu’s eyes.

Lin Shu did not speak either.

Just staring at each other like this, Xiao Shao finally said, “Your hands are so cold.”

Xiao Shao squeezed his hand tightly, and it even made him feel a little painful. After a while, he slowly relaxed and said, “...It doesn’t matter.”

“I did not know it would be like this.” Lin Shu said, “I just knew...”

He paused, lowered his eyes, and said, “...I’m sorry.”

He felt as if he was crying, but there was no feeling or emotion at all, and when he reached out his hand, his cheek was wet and cold.

“Don’t cry, it’s okay.” Xiao Shao held his face, wiped away the tears with his thumb, then leaned down and touched his forehead with his forehead, “Don’t think about it.”

Lin Shu shook his head, “It’s not you.”

He has been in the academy for three years, and no gentleman has ever taught the Ruthless Dao knowledge.

It was just a noun. It was only mentioned in one stroke when people look back on the history of Immortality. It had no specific meaning and no cultivation method defined.

The Sword Pavilion was far away from the north. It had been hidden for a long time. No organization or force could find out about it. No one would know the specific skills of the Sword Pavilion, let alone the merciless skills of the Ruthless Dao.

And as a man of the Sword Pavilion, he has it.

“Lord Taoyuan was not like this.” Xiao Shao said, “So I didn’t expect you to be like this.”

Lord Taoyuan... Isn’t that true?

But Lord Taoyuan was also a disciple of the Sword Pavilion. According to Xiao Shao, he also practiced the “Endless Yearning” exercises like him.

But now that things have happened, there was not much point in discussing anything.

Lin Shu raised his eyes to look at Xiao Shao, and saw that his eye sockets were slightly bloody.

Xiao Shao said: “Let’s go out first, and talk later...be good, don’t cry.”

Lin Shu nodded.

In his limited memory, he had just watched others cry, he had never cried.

But in front of Xiao Shao today, it seemed that he could cry when he was touched, and he couldn’t stop it.

However, at the same time, he didn’t know why he was crying.

He stared at Xiao Shao blankly, feeling a kind of indifferent sadness that was beyond emotion.

Xiao Shao said, “Let’s put on our clothes.”

Lin Shu nodded.

Xiao Shao took out new clothes for Lin Shu.

When Lin Shu put it on, he saw a red mark on his shoulder, which Xiao Shao had just left, and it was fading visibly at this moment.

There were still several other marks on him.

It was actually not very serious, and was just pale red in color, Xiao Shao said that he is not willing to use force.

But, at this moment, they were all disappearing.

When spiritual power runs, the blood can flow unimpeded. If he is injured, he will heal more than ten times faster than the physical body of a mortal man.

Besides...it was a trace of their intimacy.

He looked at the trace in amazement. Although it was healed, he felt that he had lost something forever.

Xiao Shao said, “I’ll change my clothes.”

Lin Shu: “...Huh?”

“Baby, look at me a few more times,” Xiao Shao lifted his chin and said gently, “It will be a long time before you will see Xiao Shao again.”

Lin Shu asked, “When will Xiao Shao be back again?”

Xiao Shao said, “When there is no one.”

Lin Shu: “Southern Xia people or Northern Xia people?”

Xiao Shao hooked his lips, seeming to smile secretly, “Perhaps both.”

At the moment, he was wearing his clothes very casually, just wearing a robe, his large chest exposed at the collar, with good-looking muscle lines. This smile showed his little mysterious and unruly behavior.

Lin Shu stared at Xiao Shao for a moment more, then nodded.

Xiao Shao: “I’m going.”

He went behind the stone screen.

Lin Shu got up from the bed, picked up the Folding Bamboo sword, and poured spiritual power into it.

It felt like it was a world away.

Countless scenes flashed in front of him, such as the stone platform where he practiced sword when he was young, the empty and quiet Hall of the Sword Pavilion, the heavy snow falling on the pine trees in December, and even the boundless snow plain, the Folding Bamboo sleeping in the ice coffin in the snowfield.

The Folding Bamboo sword was originally a sword from the Sword Pavilion, which naturally matched the spirit power of the Sword Pavilion.

When he was a child, he wielded his sword ten thousand times a day. The memory had been engraved in his heart and carved into his bones for a long time. Even after he came to this world, he had not really used his sword for three years, and he was still not unfamiliar.

After about a quarter of an hour, Xiao Shao turned out from behind the screen.

No, it was not not Xiao Shao, it was the Big Miss.

The black hair was scattered at will, the red clothes were burning, the face was expressionless, but the color was breathtaking.

Lin Shu looked at Ling Fengxiao’s face.

A face very similar to Xiao Shao’s.

From the beginning to the end, there was a strange beauty in the face of the Big Miss. It did not come from the bright and beautiful facial features, but from a sense of confusion, as if approaching the limit of aesthetics.

Now he finally knew that this kind of beauty came from the mixture of two genders, which was different from all the other simple pure looks.

Ling Fengxiao came to him and said, “Let’s go out.”

Lin Shu: “Okay.”

None of them spoke.

When they came to the hall, they saw Fruit playing with the Elder Martial Brother.

When Fruit turned his head and saw them, he hurriedly rushed towards Ling Fengxiao, reaching out to hug her, “You finally wore beautiful clothes!”

Ling Fengxiao picked up Fruit and hugged him in her arms.

Fruit rubbed against Ling Fengxiao’s body, and then he said, “Bah! No chest.”

Fruit turned to Lin Shu and said, “I want to hug Lin Shu too.”

In the middle of speaking, the delicate voice suddenly stopped, becoming: “Lin Shu, what’s the matter with you?”

Fruit tilted his head and reached out to touch his face, “You look so cold.”

Ling Fengxiao held Fruit’s hand: “You are not allowed to trouble him now.”

The fruit flattened his mouth: “Okay.”

Ling Fengxiao put Fruit back on the ground and looked at the senior brother: “I will go out with him. If I can’t come back, please take care of Junior Brother’s young one.”

Senior Brother said, “Junior Brother’s daughter is just like my own daughter, I will definitely take good care of her.”

Fruit made a face where the elder martial brother couldn’t see.

The two went out of the cave, and put away the bronze dice. Ling Fengxiao looked at Lin Shu and asked, “How long will it take for you to recover your cultivation?”

Lin Shu said, “Two quarters of an hour.”

Ling Feng Xiao said, “Okay.”

Lin Shu sat down and meditated on a rock.

Qingming Cave was closed, which was not connected with the spiritual power of heaven and earth. If Lin Shu wanted to completely restore his cultivation, he needed to be out here.

The spiritual power of heaven and earth was like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, pouring into his body and gathering in his Dantian.

He needed a lot of spiritual power and spiritual energy.

How could it be easy to achieve the cultivation base of Crossing the Tribulation?

The influx of spiritual power was getting more and more crazy, and even a violent tornado was set off here.

And this could not be covered up.

In the distance, Elder Cang had been knocked down into the city wall again, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The Great Wizard retracted his hand, and looked in their direction.

Then a voice came from afar: “The two Taoist friends have been hidden for a long time, and they are finally willing to show up and meet this venerable one.”

Ling Fengxiao drew her sword out of its sheath. ‘Identical Sorrow’, the sword was as light as water, hunting in the wind in a blood-red dress, walking forward slowly, and said: “I have heard of your great name for a long time.”

Great Wizard: “I’m flattered.”

The old man on the wall obviously saw Ling Fengxiao and recognized her.

He said: “No!”

Ling Fengxiao had not heard of it, and said loudly, “Ling Fengxiao of Jiang Prefecture, comes here for advice.”

“The beauty comes to ask for advice with a sword. Naturally it’s not easy for me to shirk,” the Great Wizard said with a low smile. “But why didn’t the friend behind you come to see me?”

Ling Fengxiao said, “If you want to see him, you must kill me first.”

The Great Wizard said, “I have always cherished the fragrance and jade.”

After that being said, he suddenly flipped over the sleeves of his robe and swept over with fierce murderous intent!

There was no trace of ‘cherishing the fragrance and jade’ on his move.

Ling Fengxiao did not retreat and did not evade, her whole body momentum kept rising, and she waved her sword to meet him!

Lin Shu looked at this scene, closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the channels of his Dantian.

Although he was sitting in the boundless wilderness without defense, he knew that he would not be hurt by the Great Wizard.

Maybe it’s because the person standing in front was Ling Fengxiao, Xiao Shao, and not anyone else.