How to Easily Capture a Long Aotian [Quick Transmigration] 32

Chapter 32: The Unwed Wife of the Favored Son of Heaven (Part 12)

In the battle of Yanyan Mountain, the evil cultivator lineage was completely annihilated, and the immortal sects of the Nine Provinces lost a young sword cultivator.

At the same time, in the northernmost town of Dongling, a few houses were built, plain and ordinary, blending into the daily, ordinary life of the townspeople.

Eight months later, the Taoist Qingming came out of seclusion. Hearing of this, he was full of anger and went to the Guiyi Mountain Villa with his sword, and seriously injured them with one strike.

It was said that on that day, he was backlashed by the sword energy and was no match for the recluse of Daze. A snow-white light, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, unstoppable, had cut off the recluse of Daze’s escape route from the sky.

However, when the crowd looked in horror, they only saw a still shadow in the sky, a snow-white stream of light.

Then, the Taoist Qingming traveled day and night to Lingyang, and went to the Yu family, and met Xie Yibai’s widow, the young lady of the Yu family who was still recuperating.

He didn’t know what was said, but when he came out, the Taoist Qingming’s green hair had all turned white, and he was no longer the same as in previous years.

Many things had happened in the immortal sects that year.

For example, although the evil cultivators were dead, when the immortal sect disciples went out to train, they still claimed to have seen strange-looking cultivators.

For example, on the border of Yunzhou, far away in the sky, a few towns shrouded in black energy had appeared for some reason. The people in the towns were strange-looking, and their language was unfamiliar, as if they were visitors from another world.

Two years passed in a flash.

Dongling Town was a town in the north, remote and peaceful. The people of the town loved flowers, so every household was full of flowers, and the town was full of low flower bushes.

Xie Yibai had been invited away in the morning, saying that he was asked to repair a house.

It had rained heavily last night, and the rain had fallen through the walls, soaking the thick mud.

The roofs of many houses had been wet by the rain and were in urgent need of repair, so ladders had become a scarce commodity.

Only Xie Yibai was different. This young hero of the martial world had excellent skills, and with a light leap, he could climb onto the roof.

So the old people with inconvenient legs and feet had all come to ask him, and had also left a few fruits and vegetables grown in their own homes.

Life in the mortal world was simple and happy.

The door was knocked on in the morning. Xie Yibai got up quietly, and when he left, Yu Lin was still asleep.

The rain had been drizzling last night, and the sound of it was ding-donging, echoing between heaven and earth. The person in his arms was too obedient, and he couldn’t help but be a little mischievous.

The little bird outside was pecking at the windowsill, wanting to beg for food. Xie Yibai put on his boots and turned his head gently.

The young man on the bed had completely grown up. His skin was snow-white and lustrous, and his raven-like eyelashes were lowered, each one distinct.

He was sleeping, and the fingers resting by the pillow were slender, with a faint red, as if they had been carved from the jade of Nanshan.

Xie Yibai put on his clothes and got up, then turned to look at him. After a while, he couldn’t help but let out a light laugh, leaned down, and placed a kiss on his fingertips.

Two years had passed. Xie Yibai had not been hit by the soul-locking nails, nor had he fallen.

Unlike the legends that one had to go through all kinds of hardships to achieve something, he had been saved, but his cultivation and realm had not been hindered, but had improved by a thousand miles a day.

That year, his master had come from a thousand miles away, not only to tell him his background, but also to tell him an old story.

The Taoist Qingming, with handsome features and a head of snow-white hair, had come from the snowy night.

He held a cup of tea, his expression calm, and told Xie Yibai, “When your mother died for the sword, she held you and gave you to me. When I brought you back, the Heavenly Master came to my door that night.”

Thinking of the past, the Taoist Qingming’s brow was tightly furrowed, and he couldn’t help but feel helpless. “After I fought with him, I was no match for him, and he snatched you away.”

“But at that time, he glanced at you and then returned you to me.” he asked, “Yibai, the Heavenly Master has seen through the secrets of heaven. Do you know why he did that?”

The master and disciple sat opposite each other, and the garden was full of falling snow. Xie Yibai supported his head and pressed his lips together without a word.

The Taoist Qingming then said, “With my cultivation, I have only understood in recent years that your mother, and the Heavenly Master, when they gave you to me, they had already foreseen your future.”

He said, “They had long sensed that you carry the destiny of heaven and earth, and the fate of this world is in you. One thought is life, and one thought is death. After knowing your destiny, some people dote on you, and some people worry that you will go down a path of no return and cannot tolerate you growing up.”

The Taoist Qingming’s expression was placid. He had come in a hurry in the snowy night, and after leaving these words, he had left with a body full of wind and snow.

He finally picked up his own sword and said to Xie Yibai, “Disciple, I know that you can already see through the destiny of heaven. You don’t have to worry about me, nor do you have to worry about your fellow disciples. Go and walk the path you want to walk.”

The Taoist Qingming said, “The three thousand worlds are ever-changing. The you of this world has already made a different choice.”

The Taoist Qingming’s calm gaze met Xie Yibai’s. Behind them were the warm lights of the ten thousand homes of Dongling Town.

No one knew that on the night he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, Xie Yibai had had a dream. In the dream, he had fallen from the clouds into a quagmire, lost all his friends and family, and was beyond redemption.

He was full of hatred, and his heart was burning with fire. He wished he could destroy the world.

However, when he woke up, it was the quiet features of his beloved looking over, the chirping of birds in the forest, and the bright daylight.

So the world had one more anonymous young hero of the martial world, and one less famous genius cultivator of the Nine Provinces.

The wooden door was suddenly hit lightly by a morning bird. Xie Yibai’s features moved slightly. He did not think about those things, but just looked at the sleeping Yu Lin on the bed, let out a light laugh, and his gaze was gentle.

He lowered his head, kissed Yu Lin lightly on the lips, pushed the door open, and it was morning. The fragrance of flowers in Dongling Town was rich, and the clear daylight fell from above.

Xie Yibai had a smile on his face and went out with his tools.

His aura was peaceful, and he looked like an ordinary young hero of the martial world. His body was no longer as thin as a young man’s, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his robe was supported by his bones, making him look tall and straight.

Only his features were sharp, and his smile was placid. When he occasionally looked up, he was a peerless sword.

A few months ago, a group of young immortal sect disciples had come here for training and had come to his house in a group to freeload. After drinking, Hu Guangsan had put down his teacup and had suddenly said something.

His eyes were slightly curved as he told the others, “I always feel that Younger Martial Uncle Xie looks easy to talk to now, but he’s actually even harder to talk to. He always has a sense of distance from people.”

At that time, the moon was full and round, and the flower shadows were swaying. Xie Yibai was holding a pot of wine and was tasting it. When everyone’s gazes fell on him, he raised his eyebrows slightly, pretended not to have heard, and turned to take care of the garden.

Hu Guangsan stared at his back and then muttered to himself again.

That’s not right either.

It seemed that when he was tending to the flowers for his beloved, his features would move slightly, and he would smile helplessly, and his temper was as good as in previous years.

Repairing a house was not difficult. As the sunlight gradually brightened, Xie Yibai went to several houses in a row, and his hands were full of food.

Dongling Town was small, but the people were simple and honest. A piece of osmanthus cake, a handful of small green vegetables, was the best thanks.

Estimating the time, Xie Yibai finished repairing the house, and then went to buy a rack of ribs. When Yu Lin got up, he had already returned.

Just as he reached the door of his house, he saw him sitting under a tree in the courtyard, talking to someone, and fiddling with a pot of flowers in his hand.

The visitor said something, and he answered softly. Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, he suddenly turned his head. He saw Xie Yibai, his eyelashes lifted slightly, and his features curved slightly.

The spring light was brilliant.

“Granny Liu is here as a guest.” Seeing Xie Yibai push the door open and come in, Yu Lin blinked lightly.

He put down the potted plant and turned sideways to show Xie Yibai the yellow, fluffy thing that was burying its head in its food.

He said seriously, “She brought us a little chicken.”

The group of old women and children that Xie Yibai had saved that year were full of demonic energy and were not tolerated by the immortal sects.

Yu Zhen had lived in anonymity and had sent them all the way to a remote town in the north before returning to meet them.

Now, most of these people had settled in Dongling Town.

The bodies of those with demonic energy were stiff, and they aged a little slower. Granny Liu had only been a child when she was infected, and now she was in her eighties, but she still looked like she was in her fifties or sixties.

She was wearing a dark blue floral cloth dress and smiled very kindly, and said warmly, “It’s good that you like it. I’ll go back first. I have everything at home. Remember to come and eat.”

Time seemed to have been stretched at a certain point, and in the end, it had formed a gentle appearance.

The old women and children of Yanyan Mountain should have all died in that rainy night.

Xie Yibai should have been betrayed by all his friends and family, and after crawling out of hell, he should have slaughtered the immortal sects until blood flowed like a river.

Even Yu Zhen, a character who had only appeared by name in the script, should have died silently in the mine.

However, now Yu Lin had handed over all the trading companies to her. She had proposed an idea, thinking that the trade routes along the coast were well-connected, and she didn’t know if there was a wider world on the other side of the sea.

Yu Lin had asked someone to build a ship for her, and she had set sail with her people, sailing far away in search of a more distant world. Now, there were occasional letters, and it was said that her return was imminent.

In the story of the Long Aotian, the protagonist was born extraordinary, had a rough background, and was full of opportunities. He had to go through all kinds of hardships before he could ascend to the great Dao and become the number one in the world.

As if this were their destined fate.

But Yu Lin had never been one to force things. Even in the scripts he had taken, he had only done his best.

It was fine to be famous and rich, and it was also fine to be mediocre.

The final result was just a path that he had chosen.

Xie Yibai also seemed to be enjoying it. He didn’t seem to think that there was anything wrong with a young Sword Venerable becoming a young hero of the martial world. He picked up a hammer and repaired the roof in a proper manner.

After bidding farewell to Granny Liu, he walked over and half-knelt to look at the little chicken on the ground.

After looking for a while, he turned his head, and his long and slender knuckles tapped lightly, and he touched the little chicken’s fluff, and his features were smiling. “How do you want to eat it?”

Yu Lin looked at him with hesitation. “Eat it?”

Xie Yibai then smiled, casually grabbed a handful of millet from the table, and lowered his head to feed the chicken, and then said, “You don’t want to eat it? Then let’s raise it.”

The little chicken clucked.

The young hero was tall and slender, and his ponytail was flashing in the morning light. All his sharpness was restrained, and his aura was pressing.

The little chicken was noisy. As he was feeding it, his brow furrowed slightly, and he suddenly asked, “What should we call it?”

Yu Lin had grabbed a handful of millet and was about to feed it when he was puzzled. “What?”

Xie Yibai then pointed to the little chicken on the ground and asked with a smile, “It, whose surname should it take, yours or mine?”

“…”

Yu Lin blinked, got up, and placed the millet in his hand in front of the little chicken.

He looked up, looked at the pale purple hanging wisteria flowers in the courtyard, and after thinking for a moment, he said, “Xie Xiaobai.”

Xie Yibai was stunned for a moment. “What?”

Yu Lin turned to look at him and repeated, “Xie Xiaobai.”

Xie Yibai laughed. “Okay. Let’s call it Xie Xiaobai.”

Xie Xiaobai was lowering its head and eating the millet when it looked up and saw a rack of exquisitely prepared ribs in its new father’s hand. It was so scared that it shivered and ran away, and it was useless to call it.

Xie Yibai’s hands were full. He casually placed the letter he had taken from the post station on the table. “There’s a letter.”

Yu Lin took it, opened it and looked at it, and said, “We have guests tonight.”

“…Didn’t they just come?” Xie Yibai raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled. “They’re addicted to eating. Is my cooking that good?”

Yu Lin let out a light laugh. “En.”

When he passed by the small vegetable garden at the door, Xie Yibai found that the green vegetables in his own garden had also grown. He bent down and picked two leaves.

Just as he had picked the leaves, a light “click” suddenly came from the side.

He lifted his eyelids slightly and saw that the sun was bright, and the lush green jujube tree in the next courtyard was rustling and shaking non-stop.

The most mischievous group of children in Dongling Town were sitting on the branches, discussing how to pick jujubes in a hidden tone that everyone could hear.

Someone said, “Hit them down with a stick.”

Someone said, “Just shake them.”

Xie Yibai laughed out of anger. Just as he was about to speak, his expression changed.

He had pork in one hand and green vegetables in the other. In an instant, he moved over and held Yu Lin in his arms with his elbow.

They were very close.

Yu Lin blinked lightly, his nose resting on Xie Yibai’s chin, and there was a sharp, clean soap scent on him, dried by the sun.

The sound of jujubes falling to the ground was heard between the two courtyard walls, and it hit Xie Yibai all over his head.

In the sound of the children running away in a hurry, a few familiar sounds also floated in from outside the courtyard.

“Here?”

“Senior Brother Yu, have you never been here before…? No, I’m sure. Trust our academy’s intelligence network.”

“Shut up, Hu Guangsan. Who doesn’t know that you’ve been here several times?”

“…”

“Give me some face, Nanyin!”

“Hahaha!”

“Hey, don’t laugh yet. When did you all know? Why didn’t you say so earlier? I heard that the sword from the Guiyi Mountain Villa was… done. It scared the head of the Zhou family so much that his expression changed on the spot, and he didn’t come out for several months.”

“Not only that, there was also the black energy in Yunzhou half a year ago. A visitor from another world broke through the boundary monument and came to this world. It is said that he was a master and was very difficult to deal with. Mount Cangsong had to invite a reclusive top master to kill him. It couldn’t be…”

“Uh… if we rush in to freeload, will we be beaten out?”

“Don’t worry. Your Senior Brother Hu has been here several times.”

“…Wait, have I been in seclusion for too long? I remember that the situation was not like this more than a year ago. There was even a kill order. How did it suddenly disappear and become a tacit understanding?”

“What’s so sudden? You’re still young. Xie… uh, haven’t you seen his current realm? He has achieved enlightenment in one day, and the great Dao is complete. In this world, who dares to be presumptuous?”

“Keep your voice down!”

Yu Lin coughed lightly, listened to the voices outside the wall, and lowered his eyes to retreat from Xie Yibai’s arms. He nodded very calmly and pushed Xie Yibai’s shoulder. “We have guests.”

The kitchen was on the left side of the house, a simple stove under a thatched roof. Xie Yibai walked over, threw the ribs into the pot to blanch, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

But in an instant, the main door opened again, and a cold-faced young man in a golden robe came in uninvited, holding a golden light sword, and said placidly, “Excuse me.”

He said, “Make a little more. I’ll eat here. There’s another visitor from another world. After we’re done, you’ll go with me.”

As he spoke, he came in, and behind him was a group of cheerful young men, their features full of spirit, just like when they had first met on Mount Feicui.

Under the wisteria-covered wall, the tree shadows were mottled, and the bamboo chairs were swaying. Everyone took their seats.

Yu Lin looked at them and came over to ask Xie Yibai if there were many people and if they needed to buy more vegetables.

Just as he opened his mouth, Xie Yibai looked at him, suddenly felt his pocket, took out a candy from his pocket, peeled it and put it in his mouth, and then smiled.

He was a born protagonist, the number one in the sword dao, a visitor from another world, and had gone through many hardships. Perhaps he would have to face the things in his destiny for his entire life.

But what did it matter?

He was also just a young hero of the martial world in Dongling Town, who had to climb onto the roof to repair a house after a leak, discuss with the uncle who sold ribs which rack of ribs was the best, and entertain friends from time to time.

And he was also just a young hero of the martial world who was thinking about going home to cook for his beloved and tend to the flowers.