Volume 1: The Beauty of Misfortune Chapter 281: The Uproar (Part 1)

Liuyun City, Xiaomen Back Mountain, Siguo Gorge.

Xiao Lie came back from hunting, holding a somewhat skinny wild rabbit in his hand, with a slight joy on his face. He sat down, listened to the sound of his daughter practicing sword, and began to fiddle with the prey in his hand.

After being imprisoned here, for the first period of time, Xiaomen would come to deliver food every day, and he could occasionally learn about the recent situation of Xiaomen from the Xiaomen disciples who delivered food. Later, the frequency of delivering food became lower and lower. After three months, no one delivered food to them. Obviously, they had to be locked up for a full twenty years, and there were no direct relatives in Xiaomen. No one was too lazy to care about them. From the initial slight pity, it eventually developed into letting them fend for themselves in the back mountain.

Fortunately, this back mountain was not completely barren. He could find some wild vegetables in the area where he could move, and occasionally hunt one or two delicious low-level mysterious beasts. This is how the father and daughter supported themselves in this back mountain day by day. Xiao Lie had thought about taking Xiao Lingxi away from here. He couldn't let his daughter's most beautiful years be locked up in such a place. However, once they escaped, they would inevitably be hunted down by the Xiao Clan... After all, they were imprisoned here at the behest of the fourth son of the Xiao Clan. He was not afraid of being punished, even if he was accused of treason, but he couldn't ignore Xiao Lingxi.

During this period of time, Xiao Lingxi spent most of her time practicing every day. Apart from this, she really had nothing to do. Her focused practice also allowed her to make rapid progress. Now her profound strength has broken through to the ninth level of the initial profound realm.

"Ah!!"

The girl's exclamation suddenly came from outside. Xiao Lie stopped his movements and quickly jumped out. He saw Xiao Lingxi sitting on the ground, covering her heart with her hands, and the iron sword that was already a little rusty was thrown aside.

"Xier, what's wrong?" Xiao Lie rushed over and asked nervously.

Xiao Lingxi's clothes were old and white, but spotless. The dust in the back mountain did not roughen her skin. Now she was even more beautiful and charming. Even the old clothes seemed to be full of spiritual energy on her. But compared with the past, she was obviously thinner. There was a hint of melancholy in her beautiful eyes, making her like a wounded elf, lovely and heartbreaking.

"I don't know..." Xiao Lingxi shook her head gently. She covered her chest with her eyebrows trembling: "My chest, it suddenly hurt so much just now... oooh... It really hurts..."

"Heart?" Xiao Lie felt distressed by his daughter's appearance. He thought for a while and said: "Don't stand up yet. Maybe you are too tired from practicing swordsmanship. Rest for a while, maybe it will be better."

"Yeah." Xiao Lingxi agreed obediently. She frowned, the pain seemed to overflow from her soul, piercing her heart and bones. Along with the pain, Yun Che's figure kept appearing in front of her eyes and in her heart. She suddenly cried: "Dad... I'm not afraid of the hardship here... But... I miss Xiao Che so much... Where is he now... When he left, he didn't have much money and was so weak. Will he be bullied? Will he not have enough food? Will he not even have a place to sleep? Will he... Will he... Woo... Woo... I miss him so much... I'm so worried about him..."

Xiao Lingxi covered her cheeks with both hands and cried. From childhood to adulthood, she and Yun Che had been together day and night. Before the incident, they had hardly been apart for a day. She had never even thought about being separated from him... But fate suddenly became cruel, forcing them to separate, and they had been separated for a long, long time. Such a separation also made her deeply feel how painful it was to be without him. Her longing for him grew day by day, and she relied on desperate practice every day to divert her thoughts.

But just now, the thoughts she had tried so hard to suppress, under the sudden heartache, rushed out like a flood, so strong that she could no longer control her emotions, and cried bitterly, her heart was broken.

Xiao Lie sighed deeply and comforted her softly: "Xi'er, Che'er has grown up and is already a real man. Maybe leaving Xiaomen is also a good thing for him. Outside, he can get experience and grow up. Even if he has to suffer a little and get hurt, it's okay."

"Xi'er, don't cry. He will become strong outside. As his aunt, you should be stronger than him. When he comes back, you have to let him see you who is more energetic than before. This will definitely make him happiest... Che'er said that he will definitely come back within three years. As a grown-up man, I believe that he will do what he says."

Xiao Lingxi was still crying. Listening to Xiao Lie's words, she nodded vigorously, and then wiped away the tears on her face bit by bit. But the surging thoughts and the piercing pain in my heart could not be calmed down...

Xiao Che...where are you...I really miss you...I don't ask you to come back to see us within three years...I only ask you to be safe...You must be safe...

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Tianjian Villa, in front of the sword-controlling platform.

Xia Qingyue was dressed in white, standing quietly in front of Xing Tianjian. The sword wind on the sword-controlling platform whistled, constantly blowing her long hair and clothes, but it could not shake her eyes. She had been standing here for a long time, alone, with only the flying swords in the sky to accompany her.

The sky gradually darkened, dusk came quietly, and the sword wind began to bring a little chill. A gust of wind blew, causing her long hair to gently brush against her face. At this time, behind her, a deliberately light footstep was approaching from afar, disturbing Xia Qingyue's quiet heart.

Her eyes flickered slightly, looking ahead, and she whispered softly: "Husband... let Qingyue continue to be your wife in the next life... okay... Qingyue at that time will be a... real wife... okay..."

Her soft whisper soon disappeared in the wind, and no one could hear it. She turned around, and behind her, a man in white clothes, as handsome as jade, was standing there.

Looking at Xia Qingyue's beautiful face, Ling Yun's breath was slightly confused. He smiled slightly and made a sword salute to her: "Fairy Xia, are you here to see your friend off as well?"

"No." Xia Qingyue shook her head and said softly: "I am here... to see my husband off."

Ling Yun's whole body was shocked, and he suddenly looked up at Xia Qingyue. He was about to ask himself if he had heard something wrong, but suddenly he saw a piece of black scarf wrapped around Xia Qingyue's left arm at some point...

"Fairy Xia, you... what did you say just now? Husband? Did Ling hear it wrong, or is Fairy Xia joking with me?" Ling Yun said in the calmest voice he could. However, his hands were already trembling faintly, and his heart was even more confused.

Xia Qingyue did not answer him. She stretched out her white wrist, held her long hair, and gently stroked with her left hand. Suddenly, a section of her hair was silently cut off, and then as her jade hand was raised, it was scattered in the middle of the sword platform. Suddenly, strands of hair were lifted by the sword wind of the sword platform, circling around the Xing Tian Sword in the middle, as if they were attached to something and accompanying something.

Xia Qingyue closed her beautiful eyes, and after a while she flew up and disappeared from Ling Yun's sight.

Ling Yun's whole body was stiff, and he knelt on the ground powerlessly, his pupils constantly shrinking and expanding. The young master of Tianjian Villa, who was once the strongest of the younger generation, seemed to have lost his soul at this moment...

"They are husband and wife... Yun Che... is her husband... She has... She has been married... Impossible... Impossible... It must be a lie... Impossible..."

Ling Yun repeated it over and over again, and the dimness in his eyes was as if his faith was collapsing.

At the same time, his father Ling Yuefeng was also in a state of confusion. He paced back and forth in front of the courtyard where he lived in Bingyun Immortal Palace, worrying about Chu Yuechan's injury and randomly guessing why she had such a reaction. He had never thought that Chu Yuechan, who was always as cold as snow and as icy as a black lotus, would lose control of her emotions and spit out blood.

With Chu Yuechan's temperament, even if Xia Qingyue, the current number one disciple of Bingyun Immortal Palace, suddenly died, her most appropriate reaction would be a suffocating coldness and silence... There should be nothing in this world that could make her react like this.

Could it really be because of the fallen Yun Che... No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There must be other reasons.

In his upset, he did not notice that not far away, his wife Xuanyuan Yufeng was watching his every expression with cold eyes, and her eyes were getting colder and more disappointed.

At this time, Ling Yuefeng's patience seemed to have reached its limit. He could no longer bear it. He gritted his teeth, entered the courtyard, and then pushed open the door of Chu Yuechan's room.

Chu Yuechan was lying quietly on the bed, her face pale. Chu Yueli stood beside the bed, her face full of worry and uneasiness. An old man who looked old and thin was pressing his fingers on Chu Yuechan's pulse.

Granny Jiumu is over 190 years old this year. In terms of seniority, she is several generations older than the owner Ling Yuefeng. In terms of medical skills, it is said that she is no less than Gu Qiuhong, who is known as the first divine doctor in Cangfeng. However, she is indifferent to fame and fortune and has never stepped out of Tianjian Villa in her life. Not many people in the empire know her name.

"Granny Jiumu, how is Fairy Bingchan?" Ling Yuefeng asked with concern. Facing Granny Jiumu, his attitude was obviously respectful.

Granny Jiumu removed her dry fingers from Chu Yuechan's snow-white wrist, picked up the crutches, hunched forward a few steps, and made a hoarse and unpleasant sound like sandpaper rubbing: "She is fine. The reason why she is unconscious is just that her spirit is greatly stimulated, and the grief attacks her heart, and the blood in her heart flows backwards. It won't be long before she wakes up."

"That's good..." Ling Yuefeng nodded, his mind was still in a mess.

"However, she has practiced the Ice Mysterious Art for many years, and her body and internal organs are extremely cold. If she continues like this, I'm afraid the fetus in her belly will not be able to be saved." Grandma Jiumu said lightly.

The last sentence sounded like a thunder in the ears of Chu Yueli and Ling Yuefeng. Chu Yueli hurriedly said: "Impossible! Grandma Jiumu, you must have seen it wrong. My sister has never had contact with men, and it is impossible for her to have a fetus!"

"Yes. Grandma Jiumu, you must have made a mistake this time. The fairies of Bingyun Fairy Palace never get married, and it is impossible for Fairy Bingchan to have a fetus." Ling Yuefeng also said immediately.

"Humph!" Facing the doubts of the two, Grandma Jiumu showed anger on her face. She pushed her crutches hard on the ground and said hoarsely: "I have been a doctor for 189 years. I have seen and treated all kinds of strange diseases and injuries. I have treated more people than you have seen in your life. How can I make a mistake about whether a woman is pregnant or not! Humph!"