Chapter 35: Farewell with Beautiful Scene and Wine 4

She reached out to take the sword back, but Fengchen dodged and didn't immediately return it to her. Yan Jiuye kept her hand suspended in the air and curiously asked, "Do you have anything else to instruct me? You're not going to tell me that you haven't finished repairing 'Mingxin' after all this time, are you?"
Minister Feng helplessly said, "In the past, you were extremely clever, how come you have become foolish now?"
Seeing that Yan Jiuye still didn't understand, he stretched out his other hand, opened his palm, and placed it in front of Yan Jiuye, saying, "What about the reward? Are you going to make me work for nothing?"
Yan Jiuya looked at him incredulously, so angry that she withdrew her hand and said, "After knowing each other for so many years, do you really think I would stiff you on what I owe you?"
Just as she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that Feng Chen had also said similar words earlier. Her face darkened and she said, "I already placed the item in your storeroom a long time ago. It's such a heavy stone, do you think I can carry it with me all the time?"
Fengchen nodded and handed "Mingxin" to her.
Yan Jiuye was delighted to receive "Mingxin" and no longer cared about the matter. She couldn't wait to unsheathe her sword. Yan Jiuye had unusual meridians and couldn't use too much force. She had exceptional light skills to escape danger. If all else failed, she also learned hidden weapon skills from Fengchen. In theory, she shouldn't have had many opportunities to use this soft sword. But by coincidence, Yan Jiuye encountered a rarely encountered dangerous situation and used this ordinary belt sword to save her own life.
The "Mingxin" sword is too thin and cannot withstand excessive force at all. The sword was not made of any good material, it was just a gift from a friend, and she likes it so she carries it with her. Now, all the cracks on the sword have been repaired by Mengchen, but I don't know what he used. The sword still appears to be intact and silver-white, but upon closer examination, you can see faint silver marks on it, running through the entire blade, giving off an unstoppable sharpness.
Minister Feng saw the way she fondled the sword and a smile appeared on his face. "Do you like it?"
Yan Jiuye nodded in agreement and said, "Truly a master craftsman of our time! I love it, I really do!"
If it weren't for the fact that it would be impolite to do so in front of the servant, she would have immediately changed the belt back to "Mingxin".
Blame this old man, he always deliberately says things that create a negative atmosphere!
With his interruption, Yan Jiuye almost couldn't remember where he had left off. Compared to An Shaobai who was far away, the beloved sword in his hand was naturally more important. However, An Shaobai's letter had a strong presence, and Yan Jiuye's face turned sour when he saw the letter that had just been subconsciously put away in his sleeve.
Feng Chen said: "You have always had your own opinions. If you don't like An Shaobai, just ignore him. Treat it as if you made a transaction and became somewhat familiar with each other. But in the future, treat him as a mere acquaintance when you meet in the world. It takes two to tango. What are you afraid of?"
Yan Jiuye looked at her with a sigh and said, "How do you know how thick his face is and how shameless he is? If I have to be on guard day and night, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night."
Minister Feng felt a bit displeased and asked, "If I were to be called shameless by you, how serious would that be?"
The young man he knew named An Shaogu was an outstanding figure among his younger relatives. Saying he was arrogant was just a one-sided view of people in the martial arts world. An Shaobai did not always resort to violence in public occasions.
What else did Yan Jiuye do that he didn't mention?
Little did he know that this girl has such a bold and thick-skinned personality, just like An Shaobai. When he teased her to be his maidservant to repay him, she could retort by saying she wants to be the esteemed Qianzhang Valley's young valley master's "little white face" and be pampered!
Yan Jiuye felt relieved after saying it at that time, but later on, she regretted more and more. She regretted to the point where she wanted to hit her head against a pillar, pretending that it was an ongoing dream. That would be better.
As soon as Fenchens saw her embarrassed and speechless, he didn't know what to say either. He initially said he didn't drink alcohol, but now he followed Yan Juye and opened a small cask. However, he didn't drink as boldly as her, just sipped a bit to show his understanding.
A pigeon flew away and another one came, but this time it didn't bring any letters. The pigeon itself was a message - the person waiting below couldn't wait any longer.
Yan Jiuye extended her finger to make the little pigeon land. She took out some food from the small bag around her waist and fed the pigeon while absentmindedly stroking its feathers. She said, "I'm really leaving, I don't know if we can meet again next year. Please take care of yourself."
Fengchen saw her gulp down a sip of wine before getting up, turning around with a brilliant smile and a faint glint in her eyes. Unable to refrain himself, he said, "You are no longer young, although not required to go through the ceremonies and rituals of a grown man. But you should also understand that the life of an ordinary girl is irrelevant to you. If you don't want trouble, then avoid causing trouble."
Yan Jiu shook his head in confusion, not knowing how much he had absorbed, but suddenly turned around and asked him, "You have been like this since I first met you. Over the years, others must have advised you, but have you really never had any doubts or questions about it?"
Feng Chen's gaze remained firm and unwavering as he calmly said, "As long as I am content."
Yan Jiuye responded, "I also have the same sentiment. I don't know what kind of life awaits me in the future, but all I seek is contentment. Let the world scorn my lack of manners or deem me mad; it matters not. They cannot be like me, freely expressing their emotions."
"Because I simply don't have as much money as you?" Fengchen laughed heartily and poured himself a full glass of wine, a rare treat to bid her farewell. "When you come back next year, be sure not to be chased by anyone again."
She didn't bother to argue with him about his words, Yanjiu Ye clinked glasses with him and drank this glass of wine with him.
There was light in her eyes, and she said clearly and distinctly: "The world may seem peaceful, but life and death still depend on oneself. I have the capital, so of course I can rely on myself. You don't need to worry about that. Not pursuing and killing others is already good enough."
The girl in the ink dress finished speaking and then happily took the little maid's hand and skipped down the mountain. When they had not gone far, Fengchen heard her say to Nuer: "Let me tell you a story, Nuer. Long, long ago, there was a mountain, and inside the mountain was a pavilion. In the pavilion sat a strange old man, touching the chess pieces but not playing chess..."
Fengchen smiled contemptuously: "This girl..."
She was like a free-spirited soul in the wind, untouched by the filth of this world. As she left, Loufeng Peak fell into silence again. The mountains were filled with the season of falling leaves, and the warm orange light gathered around Fengchen, shielding him from the gradually cooling night.
The wine jars are either empty or only have a little bit left, all scattered on the ground haphazardly. In a daze, the servant accidentally threw a chess piece into one of them, only hearing a small splash.
He suddenly started laughing.