EBE Chapter 528 How I wish
Chapter 528 How I wish
Yun Ruyi took Jiang Jiang back to her room and sat by her bedside until she woke up.
His fingertips lightly touched her face, then moved away as if electrocuted, but his eyes remained fixed on the woman's features.
It's been a very, very long time since she's looked at her properly or stayed by her side like this.
Once, she held her so tightly, telling her not to be afraid, that a long sword piercing through all darkness was always in front of her, shielding her from all storms.
She is truly, truly dazzling.
It would always sting her eyes unexpectedly.
Only when she was exhausted and asleep, lying defenselessly in her arms, did she dare to gaze at her eyes with such longing and affection as she did now.
"How I wish you were really just Jiang Jiang, just a servant peak disciple who remembers nothing..."
In that case, could she and her reconcile? Could they really have a future together?
She once regarded her as more than a thousand people, more than her own life.
Her path to immortality was one she carried step by step, gritting her teeth and bearing it all.
Why does she hate her that much?
It got to the point where she didn't want to see her at all.
Tears suddenly dripped onto the black hair of the person beside her pillow, silently.
Just like the unspoken words in her heart.
White cranes cry outside the window, and water flows through winding paths.
Springtime is like a beautiful scene, but my heart is like frost.
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Jiang Jiang, who was in a coma, suddenly regained consciousness. She felt that she was walking in a certain direction for a very long time, and then she saw a very magnificent and spectacular hall.
Apart from the sound of her footsteps, there was only thick snow and the ceaseless falling snow.
When she was led to the palace gate, the heavy door opened by itself with a "click".
As she looked at this place, she felt a strange sense of familiarity, and unconsciously stepped over the threshold.
After walking through the long hall and around one after another ice-carved jade pillar with dragons and phoenixes, she stopped in front of a translucent jade door.
She had a vague feeling that she would meet someone behind this door, but a voice inside her kept telling her not to go in, not to go in!
At that moment, the door was gently pushed open inward.
A huge character for "quiet" (静), written with vigorous strokes, immediately catches the eye.
Her heart ached inexplicably, and the next moment she walked inside uncontrollably.
Inside the house, a person sat upright in the main hall.
She couldn't describe how she felt when she saw that person. Her heart felt empty, like there was nothing there, yet it also felt like it was suddenly filled with a lot of things—bitter, sweet, sour, and everything in between—leaving her feeling suffocated, uncomfortable, and sad.
But there was one thing she had to admit: the person in front of her was exceptionally, extremely, and very good-looking.
It's breathtakingly beautiful.
What is there to say?
As white as snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds.
He is not snow, but a point where golden light falls on the tip of a snowflake; he is not the moon, but a cold, unseen aura under the hazy moonlight.
Perhaps, the unattainable quality he embodies represents the distance between immortals and mortals.
Jiang Jiang was a little confused. If this was just a dream of hers, how could she dream of such an illogical, aloof, and cold person?
With her current imagination, she probably couldn't even imagine such a fairy, right?
What surprised her even more was that this "immortal" actually spoke up, his voice cold and clear, like snow melting into a stream.
"I observed the stars last night and, during my divination, I deduced that you and I share a destiny. Now that I've entered your dream, would you be willing to become my disciple?"
Apprenticeship?
Did she hear it correctly?
This immortal in front of her actually wants to take her as his disciple?
Is she about to have a stroke of great luck?
Although she verbally expressed her eagerness to immediately agree to the immortal's offer to take her as a disciple, she harbored a subtle resistance in her heart, making it impossible for her to agree to him outright.
Seeing that she hesitated and didn't speak, the immortal said again, "I know that you want to obtain the spiritual plant that you used to cure your brother in the special trial within the peak. You haven't yet cultivated your Qi, so it won't be easy for you to defeat so many fellow disciples who are stronger than you. If you become my disciple, I can teach you skills, and your chances of obtaining the spiritual plant will be much greater, won't they?"
Jiang Jiang paused for a moment when her brother's illness was mentioned.
Yes, no matter what, she has to get that spiritual plant that can save her brother's life.
“Alright, I’m willing.” Without further hesitation, she ignored the slight resistance in her heart, lifted her skirt, and knelt heavily before the immortal. Without any hesitation, she kowtowed and said, “Disciple greets Master.”
She didn't know which gentle breeze had stirred the copper bell, but she heard its tinkling sound amidst the swirling snowflakes, a sound both cold and clear, as if foreshadowing some unseen destiny.
The moment she looked up, a picture of a beautiful woman amidst blooming peach blossoms came into her peripheral vision. In the picture, a young man looked up at a girl in a red dress on a tree, his eyes gentle and affectionate. A dot of vermilion was imprinted on the young man's forehead, which made him look even more refined and otherworldly. He was as beautiful as a fair maiden, with skin as white as snow, and was unparalleled in the world.
There was almost no idle chatter between Jiang Jiang and this immortal. After she became his disciple, she immediately began the teaching process.
The immortal tossed her a sword carved from ice, and then she saw the immortal wave his hand, and the great hall in front of her turned into a vast snowfield. On the snowfield, the wind and snow condensed into two small figures holding swords, constantly wielding swords and fighting in front of her.
Almost the instant the two little figures started fighting, she became so infatuated that she nearly fell for them.
"what is this?"
"The Second Volume of Tonghui Swordplay"
"The second volume? Shouldn't we start from the first volume?"
"Need not."
"Oh."
Alright, whatever the immortal says goes.
Jiang Jiang stared at the two little figures, feeling more and more immersed in the scene, as if she had also picked up a sword and was fighting them. However, her moves were too stiff, and after only one round, she felt a dull pain in her head and couldn't help but force her eyes open.
She suddenly stood up, leaning against the edge of the bed, panting heavily. She belatedly realized that her whole body ached, and her bones felt like they were about to fall apart.
When her vision cleared, she finally saw where she was and her senior sister sitting on the edge of the bed, anxiously looking at her.
Strange, wasn't she watching the little figure dance with a sword? How did she end up in this unfamiliar place?
Wait, oh right, she remembered. She was supposed to deliver pastries to her senior sister, but she mistook someone else for her and then lost consciousness.
"Senior sister, did I faint?" Jiang Jiang rubbed her throbbing head and asked Yun Ruyi in a low voice.
Seeing that she was alright, Yun Ruyi nodded and said, "She was unconscious for a while, but it's nothing. You've probably been too tired lately."
Jiang Jiang thought that was the reason too; otherwise, why would she faint when she was perfectly healthy?
It's a pity about that box of pastries; she originally came to thank her senior for taking care of her.