Chapter 237: The Things You Borrowed Have Never Been Returned
Not long after Qin Feng left, Jiang Yexin dismissed the other disciples of the Hundred Flower Sect and curiously asked, “How can you ask him to take the initiative to lift your niece’s black veil? Isn’t that something that can’t be taken off at will?”
“My niece has a somewhat proud personality. She clearly likes certain things very much but is unwilling to compete with others. Seeing her like this, her aunt feels quite distressed. Since that’s the case, if I can help a little, I’ll help a little.” Cang Mu sighed softly.
Jiang Yexin seemed to understand something and asked in surprise, “That person is your niece’s lover in the remote small town? How did you know? Wait a moment… it’s that hairpin!”
“Yes, for that girl, actively giving a gift to a man is a first-time occurrence. She probably isn’t even aware of it herself.”
“But hasn’t that Young Man Qin already married? Just now he said the poem was written for his wife.”
Although having multiple wives and concubines is quite common in the Great Qian Dynasty, Jiang Yexin understood that her close friend, with her special status, and the proud women in her family, would not share a husband with other women. Moreover, their elders were quite stubborn about this.
Cang Mu, after hearing this, touched her forehead and said, “Ordinary women have no qualifications to compete with us for men, even if they are already married. We can always find a way to make those ignorant foxes give up. But his wife is different; it’s not practical to try to send her away.”
The words sounded a bit arrogant and unreasonable, but Jiang Yexin felt there was no problem with it. She even agreed, as she didn’t want anyone to share her husband in the future.
However, the focus of the conversation just now was apparently not on this point. Jiang Yexin, knowing the strength of her lazy friend’s family, asked in surprise, “Since even you said that, who exactly is his wife?”
“That person, you definitely know her. She returned to the Myriad Sword Sect not long ago,” Cang Mu said slowly.
Jiang Yexin was first stunned, then her red lips opened, showing a shocked expression. “The person you’re talking about couldn’t be Liu Jianli, could it?”
“Who else could it be besides her? Oh, my niece has a good eye for men. This young man will definitely become a great figure in the future. It’s just a pity that her luck is a bit lacking; she picked such a strong opponent. If Liu Jianli successfully passes the Heaven and Earth Confirmation this time, she will be the youngest Third Stage Swordsman in history.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to sense something and stood up.
“What are you going to do?” Jiang Yexin asked curiously.
“I’m going to see an old guy.”
…
In a restaurant room, the old man Bai Li sat alone at a table, pouring himself a drink.
Outside the window, with beautiful flowers and clear wind, the bustling scenery was captivating, suitable for accompanying drinks.
Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew by. The fire inside the room flickered. After the wind subsided, by the liquor table, there was an additional figure of a woman in a black dress—it was Cang Mu.
Without hesitation, she snatched the wine jug from the old man’s hand, poured herself a cup, then raised her right hand. With her black sleeve covering her face, she drank the wine in one gulp.
“You old man, instead of staying well in Jinyang City,why did you come to my Hundred Flowers Valley?”
“I have to go to Myriad Sword Sect for something, and I came here to borrow something from you along the way.” the old man put down his wine glass and said so.
“Borrow?” Cang Mu sneered. “The things you borrowed from us have never been returned.”
The old man remained unchanged in expression, as if he hadn’t heard her, and took a bite of food.
Seeing his shameless appearance, Cang Mu was accustomed to it and asked, “What is it that you want to borrow?”
“The Flowing Cloud Hairpin.”
Cang Mu raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she guessed something. “Is it for Liu Jianli? Do you want to help her overcome the Heaven and Earth Confirmation? But why? With her aptitude, combined with the Ten Thousand Sword Array based on the Purple Thunder Divine Sword, the Heavenly Tribulation is not difficult for her. There is no need for an extra layer of protection. Unless… there are variables?”
The old man did not answer, only the slightly raised wrinkles on his face had tacitly approved her words.
Understanding, Cang Mu spoke again, “I’m sorry, I can’t give it to you. To be honest with you, it has already been taken away and is not in my hands.”
The old man, Bai Li, raised his head and looked at her, raising his eyebrows. “I just said I will borrow, and I will return it later.”
“Can you believe your own words?” Cang Mu retorted.
“And, you don’t have to look at me like this. I didn’t deceive you.”
“Old man, aren’t you best at divination? Why not give it a try and see whose hands the Flowing Cloud Hairpin is in right now?” Cang Mu raised an eyebrow.
The old man named Bai Li complied. After a short while, he revealed a somewhat strange expression.
Cang Mu, with one hand supporting her chin, said, “It seems you’ve already figured it out. That old fellow in Imperial City once performed divination for the Liu family and the Qin family. He said that if in the future, there is one boy and one girl from both families, it would be a perfect match made in heaven, and they should marry each other joyfully in Imperial City.”
“Now, it seems that divination has come true.”
After a pause, Cang Mu continued, “Hey, old man, why not also calculate the fate of my niece? Where will her marriage lead?”
Bai Li poured himself a full glass of wine, took a sip, and said leisurely, “Fate is not only determined by heavenly will; one must also strive for it themselves.”
“Heh.” Cang Mu sneered, not taking it seriously.
After three rounds of drinking, Cang Mu got up to leave.
The old man spoke in a deep voice, “When the divine craftsman obliterated the heart of the Garuda King with the Flames of Annihilation,Nan Tianlong, to be on the safe side, went to guard the Zhenling Pass. And the Garuda King has woken up.”
Cang Mu’s light blue pupils slightly widened, then she exhaled and said, “I see. I will inform the old master.”
The next day, just as dawn broke, Qin Feng and his party of four walked out of the tavern.
Black Charcoal Head went to the stable and brought the carriage. Qin Feng’s father, who couldn’t buy tea leaves last night, looked a bit puzzled.
Qin Feng knowingly asked, “Dad, did you manage to buy the tea leaves smoothly last night?”
Dad shook his head. Without speaking, he just wanted to ponder quietly about what had happened to the world and why tea leaves had become so expensive.
With a neigh, Black Charcoal Head drove the carriage to the entrance of the tavern.
After Dad and the master entered the carriage, Qin Feng reached out to pull the curtain.
However, he remembered something and retracted his hand, sitting back down next to Xing Sheng.
Forget it, it’s only a few hours of travel anyway. Endure it a bit longer…
He’d rather endure the cold than smell that sour scent.
Black Charcoal Head raised the reins, the horse hooves clattered, and the four of them set off again.
Meanwhile, on the second floor of the tavern where Qin Feng and the others stayed last night, a young man in green clothes sat by the window drinking tea. His eyes followed them through the cracks until the carriage disappeared from view.
A young boy stood beside him, reporting something, mostly about Qin Feng.
“He is the husband of Liu Jianli?” Luo Yu carefully examined the contents on the paper in his hand, looking somewhat surprised.
Then he thought of the poem Qin Feng wrote last night and exclaimed, “The woman in the poem is Liu Jianli, It seems that this poem is not disrespectful at all…”
Chapter 237: The Things You Borrowed Have Never Been Returned
Not long after Qin Feng left, Jiang Yexin dismissed the other disciples of the Hundred Flower Sect and curiously asked, “How can you ask him to take the initiative to lift your niece’s black veil? Isn’t that something that can’t be taken off at will?”
“My niece has a somewhat proud personality. She clearly likes certain things very much but is unwilling to compete with others. Seeing her like this, her aunt feels quite distressed. Since that’s the case, if I can help a little, I’ll help a little.” Cang Mu sighed softly.
Jiang Yexin seemed to understand something and asked in surprise, “That person is your niece’s lover in the remote small town? How did you know? Wait a moment… it’s that hairpin!”
“Yes, for that girl, actively giving a gift to a man is a first-time occurrence. She probably isn’t even aware of it herself.”
“But hasn’t that Young Man Qin already married? Just now he said the poem was written for his wife.”
Although having multiple wives and concubines is quite common in the Great Qian Dynasty, Jiang Yexin understood that her close friend, with her special status, and the proud women in her family, would not share a husband with other women. Moreover, their elders were quite stubborn about this.
Cang Mu, after hearing this, touched her forehead and said, “Ordinary women have no qualifications to compete with us for men, even if they are already married. We can always find a way to make those ignorant foxes give up. But his wife is different; it’s not practical to try to send her away.”
The words sounded a bit arrogant and unreasonable, but Jiang Yexin felt there was no problem with it. She even agreed, as she didn’t want anyone to share her husband in the future.
However, the focus of the conversation just now was apparently not on this point. Jiang Yexin, knowing the strength of her lazy friend’s family, asked in surprise, “Since even you said that, who exactly is his wife?”
“That person, you definitely know her. She returned to the Myriad Sword Sect not long ago,” Cang Mu said slowly.
Jiang Yexin was first stunned, then her red lips opened, showing a shocked expression. “The person you’re talking about couldn’t be Liu Jianli, could it?”
“Who else could it be besides her? Oh, my niece has a good eye for men. This young man will definitely become a great figure in the future. It’s just a pity that her luck is a bit lacking; she picked such a strong opponent. If Liu Jianli successfully passes the Heaven and Earth Confirmation this time, she will be the youngest Third Stage Swordsman in history.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to sense something and stood up.
“What are you going to do?” Jiang Yexin asked curiously.
“I’m going to see an old guy.”
…
In a restaurant room, the old man Bai Li sat alone at a table, pouring himself a drink.
Outside the window, with beautiful flowers and clear wind, the bustling scenery was captivating, suitable for accompanying drinks.
Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew by. The fire inside the room flickered. After the wind subsided, by the liquor table, there was an additional figure of a woman in a black dress—it was Cang Mu.
Without hesitation, she snatched the wine jug from the old man’s hand, poured herself a cup, then raised her right hand. With her black sleeve covering her face, she drank the wine in one gulp.
“You old man, instead of staying well in Jinyang City,why did you come to my Hundred Flowers Valley?”
“I have to go to Myriad Sword Sect for something, and I came here to borrow something from you along the way.” the old man put down his wine glass and said so.
“Borrow?” Cang Mu sneered. “The things you borrowed from us have never been returned.”
The old man remained unchanged in expression, as if he hadn’t heard her, and took a bite of food.
Seeing his shameless appearance, Cang Mu was accustomed to it and asked, “What is it that you want to borrow?”
“The Flowing Cloud Hairpin.”
Cang Mu raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she guessed something. “Is it for Liu Jianli? Do you want to help her overcome the Heaven and Earth Confirmation? But why? With her aptitude, combined with the Ten Thousand Sword Array based on the Purple Thunder Divine Sword, the Heavenly Tribulation is not difficult for her. There is no need for an extra layer of protection. Unless… there are variables?”
The old man did not answer, only the slightly raised wrinkles on his face had tacitly approved her words.
Understanding, Cang Mu spoke again, “I’m sorry, I can’t give it to you. To be honest with you, it has already been taken away and is not in my hands.”
The old man, Bai Li, raised his head and looked at her, raising his eyebrows. “I just said I will borrow, and I will return it later.”
“Can you believe your own words?” Cang Mu retorted.
“And, you don’t have to look at me like this. I didn’t deceive you.”
“Old man, aren’t you best at divination? Why not give it a try and see whose hands the Flowing Cloud Hairpin is in right now?” Cang Mu raised an eyebrow.
The old man named Bai Li complied. After a short while, he revealed a somewhat strange expression.
Cang Mu, with one hand supporting her chin, said, “It seems you’ve already figured it out. That old fellow in Imperial City once performed divination for the Liu family and the Qin family. He said that if in the future, there is one boy and one girl from both families, it would be a perfect match made in heaven, and they should marry each other joyfully in Imperial City.”
“Now, it seems that divination has come true.”
After a pause, Cang Mu continued, “Hey, old man, why not also calculate the fate of my niece? Where will her marriage lead?”
Bai Li poured himself a full glass of wine, took a sip, and said leisurely, “Fate is not only determined by heavenly will; one must also strive for it themselves.”
“Heh.” Cang Mu sneered, not taking it seriously.
After three rounds of drinking, Cang Mu got up to leave.
The old man spoke in a deep voice, “When the divine craftsman obliterated the heart of the Garuda King with the Flames of Annihilation,Nan Tianlong, to be on the safe side, went to guard the Zhenling Pass. And the Garuda King has woken up.”
Cang Mu’s light blue pupils slightly widened, then she exhaled and said, “I see. I will inform the old master.”
The next day, just as dawn broke, Qin Feng and his party of four walked out of the tavern.
Black Charcoal Head went to the stable and brought the carriage. Qin Feng’s father, who couldn’t buy tea leaves last night, looked a bit puzzled.
Qin Feng knowingly asked, “Dad, did you manage to buy the tea leaves smoothly last night?”
Dad shook his head. Without speaking, he just wanted to ponder quietly about what had happened to the world and why tea leaves had become so expensive.
With a neigh, Black Charcoal Head drove the carriage to the entrance of the tavern.
After Dad and the master entered the carriage, Qin Feng reached out to pull the curtain.
However, he remembered something and retracted his hand, sitting back down next to Xing Sheng.
Forget it, it’s only a few hours of travel anyway. Endure it a bit longer…
He’d rather endure the cold than smell that sour scent.
Black Charcoal Head raised the reins, the horse hooves clattered, and the four of them set off again.
Meanwhile, on the second floor of the tavern where Qin Feng and the others stayed last night, a young man in green clothes sat by the window drinking tea. His eyes followed them through the cracks until the carriage disappeared from view.
A young boy stood beside him, reporting something, mostly about Qin Feng.
“He is the husband of Liu Jianli?” Luo Yu carefully examined the contents on the paper in his hand, looking somewhat surprised.
Then he thought of the poem Qin Feng wrote last night and exclaimed, “The woman in the poem is Liu Jianli, It seems that this poem is not disrespectful at all…”
