Chapter 31 - "In the Mountains 2"

Yue Chu stared at her, unwilling and puzzled. He just could not understand how a person who was rarely in the mountains and showed no respect for their teachers or care for their fellow disciples could be everyone's senior sister. While the master may not have acknowledged it, their senior brothers had all voluntarily given up the position of senior sister. Wasn't that enough?
But who can be a senior sister like her!
"Don't feel wronged, I'm not trying to reason with you. In the martial arts world, whoever has the biggest fist has the final say. If you can beat me or outrun me someday, you're welcome to seek revenge. If you think you can win by using those tricks, I'll let you have them all." After Yan Jiuye finished speaking, he beckoned to Han Qianzhang and said, "Han Qianzhang, go check on your master and help me with some things. Let's go together."
Beihe Jianqi couldn't help but want to spend more time with Yan Jiuye after she left. Yue Chu wiped away his tears and stared fiercely at Yan Jiuye's retreating figure.
Xiao Wu advised, "Third Senior Brother, Senior Sister only comes a few days a year. If you don't want her to enter your place, you can just tell her directly. There's no need to act like this."
Gue Chu said fiercely: "I just can't stand her. Clearly, she didn't learn from the master, so why does she act like she's in charge? She only comes to Falling Phoenix Peak when she gets into trouble all year round. One day we will all be affected because of her!"
Gue Chu, unlike other adopted senior brothers, went up the mountain to formally apprentice himself to a master. He came from a wealthy family and had always been spoiled as a young master. He was fearless and never backed down from any challenges. But now, he found himself being suppressed by someone. Instead of submitting, he thought about how to retaliate and hit the other person's face even harder.
Xiaowu shook his head, thinking to himself that the authorities are often blinded while bystanders see clearly. There was already a hint of dissatisfaction in Shijie's words about his decision to use drugs, but he felt too lazy to point it out anymore— if Shijie didn't care, then he thought there was no need to say anything more.
As for what trouble he can cause when he goes down the mountain and ventures into the world, that is his own business.
Upon looking up, Yan Jiu Ye saw that the shadow of the sun was sinking, and it was getting chilly when the autumn wind blew. The shaking of the branches caused the red leaves to fall. The red leaves were fluttering down. In the depths of the forest, there was a stone pavilion. Behind the stone pavilion was a cliff, which was rarely visited due to its high terrain.
Her gaze fell on a warm light, saying, "Baili Feng Hualin, Fengguang Jiyue Pavilion, to the east lies the treacherous Duan Nian Tianxian, to the northwest, a mountain range stretches into the distance, with the Luohuang Peak hidden among them. It's bustling in the front, but you can hardly see one or two figures here all year round. It's much quieter than the Hundred-Li Gorge that old Wu talked about. This is a sacred place for quiet cultivation and enlightenment, and it has truly attracted a seasoned phoenix like you."
Yan Jiuye sighed and walked slowly, still some distance away, but his voice arrived first: "It's quiet without [blocked keyword], when you love someone, children also learn from you to speak less and do more. It has become difficult for me to find someone to talk to. They say life has a hundred flavors, loneliness is hard to solve. Luckily, you can stay for twelve years. If it were me, it would be difficult. Even drinking all the fine wines in the world would not solve the sorrow in my heart."
Hei Qi felt quite dissatisfied after hearing this. It was because he hadn't been in the mountains during this period that no one talked to Senior Sister. The other senior brothers were indeed introverted, but how could they include him in this?
However, he looked at the wine jar he was carrying and thought about how he would fall asleep after drinking, so he fell silent.
Those disciples who cannot accompany their senior sister to drink and chat are not good disciples.
Yan Jiuye was walking ahead, holding two unopened Qīngqiū wines in his hand and a green porcelain wine pot in the other, with half a pot of amber-colored wine gently shaking. The fragrance of the wine was as smooth as satin, tempting her to take a few sips from time to time, with a lingering aftertaste.
"However, if I could live to your age and find that I truly do not possess the ability to keep my youthful appearance, I may also regretfully consider coming here to become immortal and seek eternal youth. I wonder if fate will grant me this opportunity."
Between heaven and earth, it is tranquil and serene as if only her soft sigh could be heard. When the wind passes by, only then do a few leaves, either red or yellowed and withered, slowly fall, returning to the earth to nourish these trees and become the first green vitality in the spring of the following year.
Year after year, leaves fall without cease, inspiring great poetic sentiment, but alas, there is no place to wield the brush. It is lamentable that plants have their own life and death, whereas humans, unlike plants, have but a few fleeting hundred years. In the end, we all turn into a handful of yellow earth. How should we squander this disappearing time in order to live without regrets?
Since I was aware of myself, I have been living on the mountain, being nurtured by my master and growing up on the candy from my senior martial sister. However, my senior martial sister is sometimes eccentric. Her words are either sharp or obscure. If taken lightly, they can confuse me; if taken seriously, they can spark a fight.
Yan Jiuye withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the figure sitting on the ground in the stone pavilion. In front of him was a chessboard, sometimes he would ponder for a whole day, and the chess pieces in his hand had never been placed.
At the current sunset, you can see his pale beard floating in the wind, reflecting the faint blood-red sunset behind him. If he were a real cultivator, this would evoke the atmosphere of those lofty individuals who have become immortals after achieving enlightenment.
Focus only on the chessboard, oblivious to the sound of falling flowers and rain.
If one still has many years of life left, they should live it with vigor and vitality. Who would have known that the former Southern Craftsman, Feng Chen, would be waiting for old age in such silence? It feels like just yesterday that he was only in his teens, yet looking at him now, one can't help but sigh at how time flies and how he has aged.
"I call you 'Phoenix', and you really think you've become an immortal? Such deep obsession, no one would believe if you're not going crazy." Shaking her head, Yan Jiuye silently finished the remaining wine in the jug, then threw it away. A small stone flicked out from her fingertips, and she yelled at the same time, "Awaken, Old Man Feng!"
With a startled exclamation of "Aiya", I couldn't help but hide behind the tree, but still peeked my head out, eyes wide open, afraid to miss this once-a-year competition.
And the stone shot out, as tiny as a mayfly, but carried the sharpness of a gold arrow leaving its bowstring, with a small whistling sound, it directly attacked the chessboard in front of Cheng Fengchen. However, it was shattered into fragments by the chess piece he raised and struck just before it arrived.
Nan Jiang Fengchen is a master of casting, but few people know that his hands are extremely well-taken care of, as if carved from jade. They look as soft as the delicate limbs of a stage actress. But who dares to say that the ten years of practice off-stage would result in a soft bone?
Feng Chen's hands are made of jade, elegant in their movements. Plucking a leaf or a falling flower is enough to harm someone. Yan Jiuye has learned this skill from him, the ability to swiftly strike and catch even the smallest things. Comparing the two now, it can't be said who is better, but at least the difference between master and disciple can be seen.
With seven clinging to the trunk, watching her leave with a flick of her sleeve, it was then that a red *masked keyword* turned around, not knowing whether it was a graceful falling leaf. This red leaf, moving ever so slowly, seemed to drift away as if carried by the wind.
Then the chess and leaves met, the leaves shattered but the chess did not fall.
Not silent, but weaker than the sound of the wind, a bit like a fish in a pond breaking the still water's surface, there are ripples slowly spreading, gently dispersing the reflection.