Chapter 114 Dreaming of the Broken Swords

Chapter 114 Dreaming of the Broken Swords

Chapter 114: Dreaming of the Broken Swords (XI)

[You: (Nods) OK.]
You nodded in response, and raised your eyes in the direction Jinchen pointed out. Sure enough, under an old pine tree planted halfway up the mountain, you vaguely saw a figure leaning against a stone table.

The old pine tree looked to be at least a thousand years old. Its trunk, which could not be hugged by three adult men, was twisted and crooked, and its crown soared into the sky, seeming to be more than a hundred feet high.

You squinted your eyes and carefully looked at the "Master of the Fairy Mountain" who was leaning against the tree and seemed to be playing chess with you. He was wearing a long gown with wide sleeves painted in green and emerald green without any ornaments. His long hair, which had never been bound by a hairpin, fell loosely on the ground. He held a broken bamboo fan in his hand and a glass cloud between his fingers. Although no one could see any trace of gold or silver on his body, he seemed to be born with an indescribable air of leisure and nobility.

——Just based on the way he is dressed, if you had not already learned from Jinchen that this man is the owner of Lanke Mountain, you would probably really think of him as some carefree young man raised by a wealthy family in ancient times!

You frowned and were slightly distracted, your mind wandering away. Jinchen had already brought you to the chess player.

[Jin Chen: (bowing his hands and lowering his eyes) I have been away for a few days. I hope you are well, Master.]
The young man bowed with his brows lowered in a very humble and polite manner, but the man opposite who was fiddling with chess pieces seemed to have already anticipated your whereabouts.

Hearing the greeting, the master of the fairy mountain raised his eyebrows casually, and his eyes swept across your face lightly like a flying goose.

Although this second of raising his eyebrows was brief, it was enough for you to see his appearance clearly.

——Compared to the stunning appearance of the immortal in your imagination, the facial features of this immortal mountain master are so ordinary that they cannot be more ordinary.

But it is precisely this set of facial features that would be invisible if thrown into a crowd, but when put together, makes people feel particularly comfortable.

Perhaps... this is the legendary "Tao Xiang"?
You muttered to yourself, while the mountain master opposite you took a quick glance at you and Jinchen, then spoke with a smile.

[The owner of the mountain: (smiling as he fiddles with a white piece) Oh, it turns out that Xiao Jin has brought the children from outside the mountain back again.]
The clouds made of burned colored glaze fell onto the stone plate, making a crisp "clang" sound.

[Mountain Master: (with a hint of meaning) Are you still planning to go to the back mountain this time?]
The master of the fairy mountain smiled gently, and his look could even be described as kind and benevolent.

You keenly heard the word "again" in the mountain master's words, and your intuition told you that there must be some inner story or deep meaning behind this that Jinchen has not yet mentioned to you.

But the current situation obviously does not allow you to interrupt and ask more questions, so you imitate Jinchen's actions, following him to pay respects to the owner of the fairy mountain, and then stand quietly half a step behind Jinchen - waiting for the end of this "visit".

[Jinchen: (Nods) Yes, it’s still the same.]
[Jinchen: It’s amazing that the mountain master still remembers it.]
[The Mountain Master: (slowly picking up a black dot) You are the only one who is willing to come to my Lan Ke Secret Realm to stay for a few days with those idiots.]
[Mountain Master: I naturally remember what you do every time you come.]
The sunlight shines through the crown of the old pine tree, becoming fragmented and mottled. The black piece held between the fingers of the master of the fairy mountain surges with a rich green color under the light. [The master of the fairy mountain: (casually placing a piece) All right, Xiaojin, take your little friend to the back mountain you have been thinking about - the days in autumn are short, and you will miss the time if you wait carefully.]
[Jinchen: Thank you for your reminder, Master. I will go right away.]
The mountain master waved his hand and sent the people away half jokingly and half seriously. Jinchen agreed and bowed to the mountain master and said goodbye.

Upon seeing this, you hurriedly followed the young man and prepared to bypass the master of the fairy mountain who was playing chess. Unexpectedly, before you two could take two steps towards the back mountain, the master of the mountain who was playing with two jars of chess pieces suddenly spoke.

[The owner of the mountain: (understatingly) By the way, Xiaojin.]
[Mountain Master: The lunatic who loves to write poetry in the back mountain has gone mad again recently. If you are not sure that you can appease his madness, then don’t easily irritate him.]
[The mountain owner: (laughing) That person is not someone you can easily get along with.]
The mountain master uttered this with a light sneer. Although he said that the "madman" was not a "good person to deal with", you could clearly hear a hint of disdain and contempt in his tone.

Jinchen was stunned when he heard this, and then quickly turned around and thanked the owner of the fairy mountain again.

After all this delay, by the time you finally bypassed the mountain master and headed straight for the back mountain along the path on the mountainside, the sun in the sky had already begun to set.

You stared at the sunny sun, whose silhouette was vaguely visible behind the mountain mist, and your face was uncontrollably dazed for a moment.

Ever since you entered the territory of Lanke Mountain... you seem to have lost the concept of time.

——I don’t know what time it is in the outside world, and how far you have walked in this mountain.

Of course, what you care about most right now is not “time” or “no time” - you care more about the “crazy guy” the owner of the fairy mountain just mentioned, and the word “again” he inadvertently uttered at the beginning.

However, the Han Jin spirit does not seem to be willing to explain in detail the meaning of the "blind spot" in the mountain master's words.

You followed him along the mountain road for a long time. Seeing that the ten-foot-wide stone road was almost at the end, you finally couldn't hold back a fake cough and spoke first, asking the "crazy guy" who seemed to be pointing more clearly.

[You: (cautiously) That... Young Master Jinchen.]
Jinchen turned his head slightly towards the sound.

[You: (with a tentative tone) I just heard the mountain master say “a lunatic who is not easy to get along with”.]
[You: Do you know who the “lunatic” he is talking about is?]
[You: (lowering your voice) Will we face him this time?]
You asked this question very cautiously. Jinchen pondered and nodded slightly after hearing this.

[Jinchen: (Thinking) The "mad man" mentioned by the mountain master is none other than the scroll of "Sacrificial Essay for My Nephew" that has become a spirit.]
[Jinchen: He is a complete idiot... He was originally created by Yan Zhenqing in extreme grief. He is born to be more likely to arouse the "Five Star Power" than other demons, and he is also born with a bit of insanity.]
[Jinchen: Therefore, he has become increasingly insane since he attained the Dao and cultivated into a Daoist body... But the "Five-Star Power" contained in him is the most intense - so, if nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to run into him this time.]
[Jinchen: (frown) Or...if we really want to smoothly collect enough five-colored silk to repair my body, there is no way we can get around this idiot.]
[Jinchen: (sighing sadly) - We must at least get the five-colored silk representing the two emotions from him... otherwise, I might not be able to repair my original body at all.]
() The editor asked me to write the Huangshan essay, saying that they are short of articles. I should try my best to finish this one this month after my aunt is over. I still have to go to Huangshan before I can write about it.