Chapter 62

During the Spring Festival, the Spring Festival in the world of Shenwu is just like in the previous life, the most important festival of the year.

The entire Qingyun Temple was immersed in a sea of joy.

Qingyun Temple is a Daoist sanctuary, but at this time every year, the children are the happiest. On this day, even the fourth senior sister from the branch temple at the foot of the mountain, Yue Qinglan, would bring over twenty female disciples to come up the mountain to celebrate the New Year.

Children were running and playing all over the temple.

The fire workers and Daoist Qing Song were the busiest people, preparing the best meals for nearly a hundred people in the temple from the first to the fifteenth day of the lunar month.

Ye Qingxuan, holding a wine gourd, a gift from his second senior brother Qingyan, which was refilled with the best Fenjiu from Qingyang Town, though not as good as the previous "Bamboo Orchid Fragrance," it was still the best wine available nearby.

Though Ye Qingxuan was casual, he was never casual about eating and drinking. In his previous life, he had a habit of being a glutton, and in this life, it had become even more serious.

Ye Qingxuan swayed his body, humming a jumbled tune, heading towards a place he had already decided on, walking leisurely.

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Today is the Spring Festival!

I wonder if there is this festival in heaven...

I wonder if Father, Mother, and Sister are doing well in heaven, and if anyone is bullying them...

Xiao Yunfeng sat alone on the roof, looking at the sky, his body involuntarily curling into a ball, hugging his arms tightly, as if only this action could make him recall the feeling of being held by his family.

Father, Mother, Sister... Feng'er's heart hurts so much...

Tears streamed down his face without him noticing.

The sound of clothing rustled...

Ye Qingxuan, dressed in a green robe, appeared gracefully...

"What a coincidence!"

Ye Qingxuan sat down next to Xiao Yunfeng on his own.

Xiao Yunfeng remained silent, turned his head, and quietly wiped the tears from his cheeks... When he turned back, he was as cold as ever...

"I wonder if they celebrate the Spring Festival in heaven too?" Ye Qingxuan said, the cool evening breeze making him very comfortable.

Xiao Yunfeng was taken aback; it was a question he had just been thinking about.

Ye Qingxuan turned his head and asked softly, "Yunfeng, do you have something on your mind?"

"No—"

"But you always look so troubled..."

"What's it to you?"

Xiao Yunfeng felt inexplicably annoyed, suddenly stood up, and turned to leave...

Still so cool— Ye Qingxuan thought with a smile as he watched Xiao Yunfeng's back.

"Your current state won't make your loved ones in heaven happy..."

Xiao Yunfeng stopped abruptly, turned his head woodenly, and looked at Ye Qingxuan with shock.

"You won't be able to take revenge in this state—" Ye Qingxuan said with a smile, another statement that made Xiao Yunfeng furious.

"Shut up—" Xiao Yunfeng clenched his fists tightly, feeling a dull pain in his chest. "What do you know? Do you know my family? What right do you have to say they wouldn't be happy? What do you know about what I've been through? What right do you have to say I can't take revenge? You're just a spoiled little senior uncle in this broken temple, don't pretend to understand or empathize with me. My affairs don't need your interference!"

Xiao Yunfeng, like a small wolf, roared at Ye Qingxuan viciously.

The anger hidden in Yunfeng's heart erupted like a volcano.

Ye Qingxuan looked steadily at the angry Xiao Yunfeng and said calmly, "I understand you— not because I'm pretending to be noble, but because I'm just like you—"

"Huh?"

Xiao Yunfeng was taken aback. The little senior uncle and I are the same? What do you mean the same?

"I'm just like you— Yunfeng, my whole family was also killed, and I bear a deep blood feud..."

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him, and Xiao Yunfeng's mind went blank for a moment...

What? The little— little senior uncle is also like this? Also has no family left in the world?

Looking at Ye Qingxuan, who seemed to have grown up happily, Xiao Yunfeng was lost... Since we both bear the same deep blood feud, why, why are you so happy and content?

"Do you want to listen to me ramble about some trivial matters?" Ye Qingxuan shook the wine gourd in his hand and invited, "I have wine here, you haven't had it before, right? How can a man not drink?"

"Oh— okay..."

Xiao Yunfeng almost subconsciously sat back down. This mysterious little senior uncle always exuded an irresistible charm, a feeling that made anyone relax, and a very mysterious aura that made people involuntarily fall into it. Although it was hard to consider him a friend, it was also hard to consider him an enemy. A purely warm and sunny aura.

Gululu—

Cough— Cough—

Xiao Yunfeng, who had never drunk before, naturally choked on the wine.

So spicy— how strange, why does everyone find this stuff so good?

Just a small sip, and Xiao Yunfeng already felt his face heat up.

"Hehe, the first time drinking is always like this— don't stop, keep drinking, and you'll start to appreciate the beauty of it—"

Half-believing, Xiao Yunfeng took another small sip.

"Where should I start? Let's start with the night my whole family was killed... That year was in autumn, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I was less than a year old..."

"Huh?... Less than a year old?..."

"Yes... Let me tell you a secret, something no one knows. Your little senior uncle is a genius, I could remember things shortly after being born. Lingshu the old man always thought I didn't know who my enemies were, but I saw everything very clearly at the time..."

"Huh?"

"This is a big secret, don't tell anyone easily—"

"Uh? About... about you knowing your enemies?..."

"Please— I mean the 'I'm a genius' thing..."

"Good... good, it seems..."

"Is it hard to believe? Is it obvious that I'm a genius?... Oh, I thought I was being very low-key..."

"I..."

Xiao Yunfeng was speechless about this narcissistic little senior uncle and could only listen silently.

In the middle of the night, the entire Qingyun Temple slowly fell silent.

Although some people were still staying up, most of the children were tired from playing...

The entire Qingyun Temple fell asleep...

Ye Qingxuan shook the gourd in his hand and found there was not much wine left.

After all, the purpose was to guide, so Ye Qingxuan drank very little, and most of the Fenjiu went down Xiao Yunfeng's throat.

Xiao Yunfeng's face was flushed, his eyes were dazed, and he suddenly curled his head into his knees. His shoulders trembled.

Ye Qingxuan sighed inwardly but was not surprised. He said gently, "Yunfeng, little senior uncle is here. If you have anything on your mind, just say it."

"Little senior uncle, am I useless?"

Ye Qingxuan felt a pang of sympathy and sighed, "How can little senior uncle be as strong as you? I've always been avoiding the responsibility of revenge, but you, you can face it squarely and keep it in your heart. Little senior uncle admires you!"

Ye Qingxuan moved closer to Xiao Yunfeng, hugged his shoulder, and patted him hard. "You're a remarkable man, how can you say you're useless?"

This night was something Ye Qingxuan had prepared for a long time. It seemed like a coincidence, but it was actually carefully planned.

The wine he had just drunk contained some sedative, which made it easier for people to relax and open up. This was Ye Qingxuan's strategy to deal with Xiao Yunfeng's severe mental defenses, all for the sake of resolving his heartache.

"At that time, I was so scared... so scared... I didn't dare to act, didn't dare to save my sister, didn't dare to save my parents... I was like a coward, hiding there, watching my family be killed... I'm so useless! I hate myself so much..."

"Nonsense! Do you know? Your family didn't want you to come out. They wanted you to hide well. Otherwise, why wouldn't they shout your name and ask you to save them..."

"Is that... is that true, little senior uncle?" Xiao Yunfeng opened his eyes wide and stared at Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan nodded firmly.

"Your family knew where you were hiding... They knew that even if you came out, you would die... Your family, even facing death, didn't call your name. Your sister, even seeing you, didn't beg you to save her... Why? Don't you know why? They wanted you to live, to live well, to remember those scenes, to remember the faces of your enemies... They hoped you would live until you had the ability to avenge them... They wanted you to avenge them, not to live in pain and torment yourself... Your current state would make your family very sad, because their good son, good brother, is not diligently practicing martial arts, not thinking about how to avenge them, but is hurting himself and avoiding responsibility..."

"I... I, I didn't!"

Xiao Yunfeng began to cry...

"You did— they loved you more than their own lives, and you are just wallowing in self-pity here..."

"But I regret it, I regret it so much..."

Xiao Yunfeng cried even harder.

"Cry... cry it all out... let out all your sadness..."

Xiao Yunfeng cried without restraint, all the grievances and regrets surging in his tears. The faces and smiles of his parents and sister appeared before him, and he cried like a child, crying to his loved ones...

Ye Qingxuan did not dare to disturb him and listened quietly.

"After this night, you have no right to cry. What you have is the responsibility of the living to the dead, to live for them..."

The night wind blew through the courtyard, carrying the lingering incense, touching his nose. Ye Qingxuan looked up and sighed, thinking of his family he could no longer see in another world, his nose tingling.

Dad, Mom... I'm doing well in another world...

The night at Qingyun Temple was peaceful and quiet. It was hard to imagine the hustle and bustle and joy of the day...

Now it seemed more like a dream.

A real dream.

Ye Qingxuan looked up and sighed, his mind blank.

The greatest sorrow is the death of the heart. After the death of all his loved ones, Xiao Yunfeng's heart had died. It was difficult to resolve his inner pain by making him forget his hatred. He was very stubborn, not like a child at all. Facing the blood feud of his family, it was hard to replace it with a better ideal. Ye Qingxuan had no choice but to guide him to face his hatred correctly, to vent his anger on his enemies, not on himself.

Such an excellent child, with such a sad childhood, made people sigh.

Xiao Yunfeng cried for a long time, gradually losing strength.

Ye Qingxuan placed his hand on Xiao Yunfeng's back, his palm touching the back of his heart, and a rich, pure true qi flowed in continuously.

Xiao Yunfeng's face relaxed, he closed his eyes, and a comfortable and peaceful expression appeared.

Ye Qingxuan felt relieved and said, "That's enough—"

A light sigh came from not far away, and a figure flashed, Daoist Qingyan appeared.

"Little junior brother, thank you—"

"They are all disciples of our temple, senior brother, there's no need to be so polite—"

"He is a pitiful child..." Daoist Qingyan sighed.

Ye Qingxuan was silent, looking up at the stars in the sky, and said calmly, "Here... I'll leave it to senior brother, I'm tired..."

Daoist Qingyan sighed, his voice magnetic, "Have a good sleep, everything will be different tomorrow."

The night was long and quiet...

The mood was somewhat sad, but more happy...

After this night, it will be the New Year!

After this night, it will also be a new beginning for Yunfeng...

Yunfeng, little senior uncle believes you will achieve your heart's desire...

Live well...

For those who have passed away—

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