Chapter137:TheStrangeElderly

ThemysterioussphereoflightinSuYi’smindsuddenlyburstforthatthismoment,withaforceofabsorptiongushingout.

Thenextmoment,theYuanStoneonhispalmbecameapileofpowder,losingitsglowandhadbecomeliketheYuanStoneinManCitythatdaybeforeSuYicouldcompletelyreact.

SuYifrowned,andagaintookoutastonetotry.

Buttheresultwasthesame,themysteriousgroupoflightinhismindimmediatelygushedouttodevourtheenergyoftheyuanstonethatwasthendirectlyabsorbed.

SuYigaveupandstoppedtrying.

SuYiwasalittlehelpless,itwasnormaltolosesomethingwhenyougainothers.

OthermartialartistscouldabsorbYuanstonestospeeduptheircultivation,buthisbodyhadthisweirdmysterioussphereoflightbecauseofwhichhecouldnotrelyonabsorbingYuanstonestocultivate.

Butafterthinkingcarefully,SuYifeltthatthisdidnotaffecthimmuch.

Anyway,cultivatinginthemysteriousspacecouldalsospeeduphispaceofspiritualcultivation.

Andthatmysteriousspacecouldnourishelixirmedicinesandhadotherfunctionslikeproducingmedicalfluid.

Lateatnight.

Underthemoonlight,thevastexpanseofthehillslaysilentinthetwilight,silentagainstthesky,vastandendless.

SuYistoodatthetopofthemountain,lookingatthebrightmoonhighabovethesky,andfeelingthequietnight.

SuYiwasdeepinthoughtwithvariousfeelingsinhisheart.

Afterarrivinginthisworld,hehadexperiencedalot,hispastlifewasmeaningless,andatfirsthethoughtthatinthisdifferentworldhewouldhavesomeachievements,butnow,hehadstillbeenhidinginthisdemonfilledforest.

Hisgrandfatherwholovedhimthemostinthisworldhadsufferedaseriousinjuryandhewasafraidthathewouldnotlivemuchlongeranymore.

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Thinkingofthis,SuYicouldonlysighandstartedreadingoutpoems,“WhattraceremainsofWu’sbravekingSunQuan?Towersandpavilionswheregirlsdancedandsang,Yourgloryissweptawaybywindandrain;Theslantingsunlightfallsongrassandtrees,smalllanes,thequartersofthehumblefolk;Yethere,theysay,LiuYulived.Ithinkofthedaysgonebywhenwithagildedspearandaniron-cladsteed,hechargedlikeatigertoswallowupvastterritories.InthedaysofYuanjia,hastypreparationsweremadetomarchtotheLangjuXuMountains,butthemenofSongwereroutedfromthenorth.Nowforty-threeyearshavepassed,andlookingnorthIrememberthebeaconfiresthatblazedthewaytoYangzhou;Bittermemoriesthese.Ofsacredcrowsamongtheholydrums.IntheTartaremperor’stemple..WhowillaskoldLianPoifhestillenjoyshisfood?…”

Atlast,SuYi’svoicebecamelouderandlouder,echoinginthedeepnightsky.

Thenightbreezecaressedgently,thegarmentrobefloats,andatthismoment,SuYi’seyesshone,hedidnotwanttobelikethatinthislifeanymore.

“Good,good,good…”

Suddenly,avoicecame,whichsoundedfaintandfilledwiththevicissitudesoflife.

“Whoisthat!”

SuYiwassurprised,andlookedbackwhilefollowingthesound,andtherewasanelderlymanwhowasstandingbehindhimwithouthimnoticing.

Hewasanoldmanofsixty,thinbuttough,withdeepwrinklesonhisneck,ablacktoga,andbrownsunkeneyes.Hewasholdingabigwinegourdwhichhadastrongscentofwineinhishand.

“Astrongone!”

SuYibackedafewsteps,thismanappearedatnightintheGrandBeastCanyonquietlybehindhisback,whichwasabsolutelystrong,unfathomable.

“Listeningtoyourvoice,yousoundyoung,don’tbeafraid,ifyoudon’tprovokeme,thisoldmanwouldnotfightwithyou.Ijustheardyourpoemandwiththeaftereffectsofthewine,Ihadsomethoughtsinmind.”TheoldmanlookedatSuYicalmlyandseemedtoseeSuYi’stensionthroughthecloakandmask.

“Greetingstofellowsenior.”SuYiheldhisfistandbowedinrespectbuthewasstillcautious,althoughhewasalittlerelieved.

“Wearestrangers,thereisnoseniororjuniorbetweenus,didyouwritethispoem?”TheoldmanlookedatSuYiwithcuriosity.

“Thispoemisnotmine,Iwasjustlamenting,sorrythatI’vedisturbedyou,senior.Thisjuniorwillleavenow.”SuYiwasplanningtoleave.Itwasbettertoleaveearlyespeciallyinthemiddleofthenightinthedemonicgrandcanyon.

“Wait,Isaiddon’tworry,justdon’tworry.”

TheoldmancalledouttoSuYi,andheldthewinegourduptodrink,thenlookedatSuYiandsaid,“Iwouldliketoknow,whatwereyoulamentingabout.Yousoundlikeyouhavesomethinginyourheartbylisteningtothepoem.”

Lookingattheoldman,SuYididnotdaretoleave.

Themysteriousoldmanmightsuddenlyhatehim,hecouldnotevenhitoneofhislittlefingers.

Anyway,itseemedthattheoldmanreallyhadnomaliciousintentionstowardshim,sohedarednotleave,SuYisimplysatdownandwasplanningtoseewhatwascoming.

Lookingattheoldman,SuYisaid,“Infact,therewerenottoomanyemotions,Ijustfeelthatlifeislikeavastoceanwithwaves,livewithasmuchglamorasabloomingsummerflower,dieaspeacefulasanautumnleaf.EvenifhecannotbelikeGeneralWeiQing,therewillstillbebloodspilledandgunfire.Aveteranthoroughbredinthestablestilldreamsofthewilds;Amanofaction,thoughadvancedinyears,aspiresaftergreatexploits,thebladewillstillbesharp,drinkingbloodfromthebattlefield.”

“Good,good,good…”

Theelderlymankeptpraisinghim.ThistimethelookhegaveSuYiwasfilledwitheagernessashewasexcitedandsaid,“GoodPoem.Aveteranthoroughbredinthestablestilldreamsofthewilds;Amanofaction,thoughadvancedinyears,aspiresaftergreatexploits,thebladewillstillbesharp,drinkingbloodfromthebattlefield.”

(TranslatedbyGravityTales😒)

“Thankyou,senior.”SuYismiledlightly.Hewasjustrecitingwhathewasfeeling.Aftercomingtothisworld,hedidnotwanttowastehislifeandwantedtofulfillhisdreams.

“Haha,Ididn’texpecttomeetayoungmanlikeyouinthisdemonfilledforest.Takeoffyourcloakandmask,althoughyoushouldbehidingfromsomeone,butthisoldmanwillprotectyoutonight,couldyouhaveadrinkwiththisoldman?”

TheoldmanlookedatSuYiandhandedthebigwinegourdinhishandtohim.

SuYihesitatedforawhile,andthendirectlyremovedthecloakandmask,revealinghisnicelookingfacewhosecomplexionwasnotfair.

Inthemoonlight,SuYi’sfigurewastallandstraight,withapairoflongandthineyesunderhissword-likeeyebrows,shiningwithabrightlight,deepandsharp.

LookingatSuYi’sappearance,theelderlymanshowedamomentofinexplicablesurprisedexpression.Heseemedtonotexpectthattheyoungmaninfrontofhimwouldbeyoungerthanhehadexpectedandtheweirdattireonhisbackthatwoulddrawpeople’sattention.

“Okay,Iwillacceptyouroffer.”SuYismiled,tooktheoldwinegourd,anddrankitstraightup.Hehadanarrogantaurainhimwhichseemedtobeinborn.

“Cough…”

Afterjustamouthfulofwine,SuYialmostspatitout.

Thewinewastoostrong,sohisthroatfeltasifitwasbeingscrapedbyaknife,anditgaveoutaheatybreath,asifhisthroatwasabouttoburstoutsmoke,andthenitspreadalloverhisbody.

“Whatastrongwine.”SuYiwasalittleembarrassed.Hedidnotexpectthewinewouldbesostrong.

“Thisisagoodthing,ittookalotofenergyforthisoldmantogetit.Itmightbenefityoualotafteryoudrinkit.”saidtheoldmanwithafaintsmile.

“Isthatso…”

SuYiwasstunned,staringatthebigwinegourd,thenheagaintookabigandgenerousgulp.