Flying Dust

Flying dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 38.1

“In fact, there is not just one pair of ‘Liang Yu’, Luo Shi Zu also left one for herself; moreover she also, like you, slept on it for hundreds of years.”

 

He Yunfeng froze, the fingers covering the back of Mo Fei Chen’s hand twitched and Mo Fei Chen’s heart was clasped in a deadly grip.

 

What? Luo Lianyun still alive too?

 

“However, two days ago, I entered the secret chamber again where Shi Zu’s ice coffin was kept and found that Shi Zu’s face was not well, then…Shi Zu’s sword seed was also stolen…”

 

After he finished these words, He Yunfeng still had a dumbfounded expression, while Mo Fei Chen almost screamed out.

 

The news he heard today had too much of a turn of events.

 

Just when they thought Luo Lianyun was alive, now she is dead again. 

 

There was nothing unusual about it, even if you were a peerless great master, when the sword seed was taken away from you, it was like having your heart taken away from you, the person would weaken rapidly and then die. 

 

“What you said…is it true?” He Yunfeng finally moved his head slightly.

 

Wen Qian Liu pursed his lips and nodded his head, “It’s all my fault, I didn’t take good care of it…”

 

“No, it’s not your fault.” He Yunfeng closed his eyes, “There are too many greedy people in this world, you can never see through every one of them.”

 

“But what can we do now? Whoever stole Shi Zu’s sword seed must have had evil intentions yet I don’t even have a clue who did it.”

 

“So you come here, to ask me to solve this matter with you?”

 

Wen Qian Liu looked at him and nodded again.

 

He Yunfeng sighed, “I actually didn’t want to enter Jiang Hu again, but Lianyun’s sword seed must not fall into the hands of others. Fei Chen, pack up your things, let’s set out immediately.”

 

“You’re taking me there?”

 

“Of course.” He Yunfeng patted his palm on the top of his head.

 

It had been a long time, so long that he forgot that Luo Lianyun had ever existed… Once again, Mo Fei Chen saw that melancholy in He Yunfeng’s eyes.

 

The four horses were prepared by Wen Qian Liu and Lu Qingmo also followed him back to Mu Yun Mountain Manor. Wen Qian Liu led them into the tomb beneath the Manor Leader’s room.

 

This underground mausoleum did not have any mechanisms, nor was it built like a maze that people could not get in and out of, because Luo Lianyun had already figured out that if someone really wanted to steal her sword seed, the maze would be useless, even for someone with Mo Fei Chen’s level of power, a single finger of sword energy would make the maze useless (perform practically no function). 

 

They came into a dark room, and the torches on the walls were lit by Wen Qian Liu and the whole space jumped and brightened up.

 

The ice coffin had not yet melted, so He Yunfeng walked slowly over to it and placed his hand on top of it.

 

Mo Fei Chen stood beside him, this was the first time he had ever seen Luo Lianyun.

 

She was not an extremely beautiful woman 1[沉鱼落雁: lit. fish sink, goose alights (idiom, from Zhuangzi Zhuāngzǐ [庄子]); fig. female beauty captivating even the birds and beasts] as people in Jiang Hu said, but a woman with serene brows and eyes that detached oneself from the secular world. 

 

“Tell me why…is she lying in this ‘Liang Yu’ too? I thought she would want to follow Eluoduo even more, since he’s dead.”

 

Wen Qian Liu sighed and said, “Ever since Shi Zu sent you back to Kun Yun Mountain Manor, her internal strength has been greatly depleted, her sword seed is also empty. At that time, she said to her disciples that she should simply just sleep through too. If He Yunfeng woke up a hundred years later, she might be able to spend half of her life with you, roaming around the mountains and waters freely and unfettered.”

 

He Yunfeng smiled lightly, knowing that her words had nothing to do with love. She was used to spending time with him, like a friend, like a brother and a sister, but only not like a lover.

 

Mo Fei Chen sighed that Luo Lianyun had slept for a hundred years, just like a sleeping beauty who was unaware of the changes in the world. It was a pity that in the end, she could not wait for her prince or maybe she just wanted to use the hundred years to let go of Eluoduo in her heart only. 

 

He wondered if she was now transcended from the world? 

 

“Even if we recover the sword seed, she is already gone too.” He Yunfeng’s fingers caressed the brow of Luo Lianyun through Liang Yu, “In that case, let her truly sleep for forever.”

 

Wen Qian Liu’s gaze flashed as if his tears were going to fall, “It’s this disciple who is unfilial… and incompetent!”

 

Lu Qingmo rushed over to comfort, “Shi Xiong, just like what He Yunfeng said, no one can anticipate such things.”

 

He Yunfeng patted his shoulder and asked, “Is this underground tomb palace only accessible with that key in your hand?”

 

“Yes. It is a mixture of steel and iron and this disciple has never left it with me, even when I sleep. I can’t even think of anyone who could steal it and imitate it.”

 

The four of them took the torch off the wall and examined it carefully, but there were no hidden doors, no hidden passages; even the decorative objects were few and far between. People could see right through it from just one glance. 

 

How did this thief get in? Mo Fei Chen also found it strange, it couldn’t be that Wen Qian Liu stole what was entrusted into his care right? 

 

But if it was him, there was no need for him to rush over and come here to tell He Yunfeng, because as long as he didn’t tell him, no one in Jiang Hu would ever know.

 

As he took a step back, his back rested against the ice coffin again, Mo Fei Chen suddenly felt the floor beneath his feet loosen a little.

 

1[沉鱼落雁: lit. fish sink, goose alights (idiom, from Zhuangzi Zhuāngzǐ [庄子]); fig. female beauty captivating even the birds and beasts]