The Sorrowmender

Chapter 55 – The gentle breeze knows no words, why then does it turn the pages in chaos?

Xu Qingzhou slightly furrowed his brows and softly repeated the name.

"Meng Xiao!"

Li San chimed in, "Mister, Lord Meng Xiao is currently the leader of the death warriors in Linfeng City. His words carry weight."

Xu Qingzhou nodded slowly, giving Li San an approving glance, and spoke gently:

"No need to be formal, stand up and speak!"

Both replied in unison, "Thank you, Mister!"

Originally, Xu Qingzhou had planned to have Li San spread the word among the death warriors and then use the news of killing Daoist Master Dongyun to make the warriors submit and hesitate.

Afterward, whether for freedom or other reasons, they would help him enter Linfeng City.

Today, Li San unexpectedly brought the leader of the death warriors, who had witnessed the battle firsthand, saving Xu Qingzhou a lot of effort.

Meng Xiao's personal visit already indicated his attitude; naturally, he was intrigued.

He just wasn't sure if he had the strength.

But now that Xu Qingzhou had even killed someone at the Late Foundation Establishment stage, Meng Xiao's choice was clear without Xu Qingzhou needing to instruct him further.

The plan should be moved up to avoid any unforeseen complications.

"I understand your wishes and desires."

"When Mo Shengge is killed, that will be the day of your freedom."

The two had no doubts about Xu Qingzhou's words, whether it was his reputation in Frostsky City or the incident with Ning Feng.

Or even the present.

They were well aware that this Mister was very powerful, seemingly like an immortal, and naturally trustworthy.

"Thank you, Mister!" Meng Xiao added, pausing before asking, "I wonder when Mister plans to set off, so I can make arrangements in advance."

Xu Qingzhou pondered, "It's fifteen hundred miles to Linfeng, so let's meet in Linfeng City in five days."

"Alright, Meng Xiao understands!"

"Then you may go."

Xu Qingzhou waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

Li San glanced at the corpse of Daoist Master Dongyun on the ground and whispered, "Mister, how do you plan to deal with Lingyunzi's body? Do you need our assistance?"

"No need," Xu Qingzhou declined, his gaze also falling on Daoist Master Dongyun.

"I felt a connection with the elder, we had a pleasant conversation, and since I chose the location, I'll bury him myself. You go and make the arrangements, then wait for me."

The two exchanged a glance, said no more, but their eyes held a complex expression. They bowed respectfully and left.

"Mister, then we take our leave!"

"Mm—"

The two departed, disappearing into the night, walking under the moonlight.

Meng Xiao's eyes were filled with awe, and he said solemnly, "Mister Forgetting Worries is remarkable, to have such magnanimity, to bury someone who wanted to kill him."

Li San laughed, "I told you before, Mister is no ordinary person. His mindset is beyond us, his thoughts are unfathomable, and whatever he does, he has his reasons. Commander Meng, you should be reassured now."

Meng Xiao also chuckled lightly, "Yes, the death warriors have all turned, the Lady's eyes and ears are blind, and once Mister enters the City Lord's mansion, the offerings won't be able to harm him, and the matter will naturally succeed."

Li San agreed, "Indeed, then we can be free, like Lord Ning."

".........."

The moonlight shone through the trees, and the clear spring flowed beside.

The green fields deepened in the night, and the gentle breeze lingered beneath the grass.

Half of the plum tree's leaves had fallen, and beneath it was a new grave.

Buried in the earth was a scholar.

In front of the grave was a stone tablet.

Engraved in large characters: The Tomb of Daoist Master Dongyun, Lingyunzi.

Smaller characters were inscribed beside it:

[From now on, hear the subtle melodies by the quiet window, the sound of water always accompanying the scholar.]

Xu Qingzhou personally buried him, with a touch of deep sorrow.

He searched through his storage bag and took out a thick stack of books, neatly placing them in front of the tablet.

"With words, I bury the elder. I will burn some books for him, hoping that on the road to the afterlife, he will have things to do and books to read."

He spoke to himself, softly conversing with the stone tablet.

For some reason, the wind suddenly picked up, rustling the few remaining leaves of the plum tree and fluttering his robes, making a rustling sound.

Even the books in front of him were blown open, page by page.

Watching this sudden scene, Xu Qingzhou furrowed his brows, feeling a heavy sense of emotion.

"The breeze doesn't know words, why does it flip the book!"

He moved his fingertips!

With a "boom," a fire talisman ignited in his hand, burning fiercely in the wind.

He released his grip, letting it drift down, landing among the books.

The fire rose, blazing intensely.

The young man turned, carrying the young lady on his back, and walked away.

The fire burned more fiercely, consuming the words in the books, the pictures, the stories.

The figure walked further and further, leaving behind the aftermath, the people, the sorrow.

It's over, and it's over. Though regrets remain, the wind will eventually scatter them.

Seas change, and time is like a song.

Daoist Master Dongyun, the curtain falls.

The legend of Mister Forgetting Worries begins!!

Walking past the outskirts, entering the city, Xu Qingzhou borrowed the moonlight, walking neither fast nor slow.

On his back, there was a slight movement, and the white-haired girl opened her eyes, but for some reason, she didn't move or speak.

She continued to lie sideways on Xu Qingzhou's back.

She liked this feeling, and it was her first time lying on someone else's back.

Very comfortable and reassuring.

"Awake?"

Xu Qingzhou's words interrupted her little thoughts.

She struggled, stubbornly saying, "Put me down, I'll walk myself."

"Don't move, just stay put. I can still carry your small frame."

"Oh!"

She responded, surprisingly intimidated by Xu Qingzhou's low voice, remaining still.

Her clear eyes shimmered with light.

If she wanted to, how could Xu Qingzhou restrain her? If she were afraid, she wouldn't be herself.

"Is that person dead?"

"Dead!"

"You killed him?"

"Mm—"

The white-haired girl lowered her eyes, noticing the red on Xu Qingzhou's neck.

"You seem to be bleeding?"

"That's his blood, not mine," Xu Qingzhou replied with a smile.

"If I hadn't arrived, you would have died," the white-haired girl said without any particular reason.

Xu Qingzhou didn't explain, continuing on his way, replying:

"Thank you!"

The white-haired girl was momentarily stunned, her eyes growing more complex, and she whispered in a voice so low that even she could barely hear it.

"I thank you too—"

But Xu Qingzhou, being close, naturally heard it, and while on the road, he teased:

"Thank me for what?"

The white-haired girl bit her lip, hesitating for a long time.

"When you gave me something, I saw it suppressed my cold poison. I'm not as cold anymore."

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"It's nothing, it's what I should do."

"Oh—"

The simple conversation concealed many little thoughts.

She wanted to kill him, yet he saved her.

She wanted to kill him, yet she saved him.

This was inherently unclear, and quite absurd, extremely absurd.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted, leaving only the sound of footsteps.

Seeing the white-haired girl fall silent, Xu Qingzhou was the first to break the silence, asking:

"Why aren't you talking? Do you regret saving me?"

The white-haired girl lowered her brows, pondering, and asked herself the same question in her heart. Do I regret saving him? She found the answer in just a second, which was no.

She shook her head vigorously.

"No—"

But she stubbornly added:

"Only I can kill you, no one else can. Whoever tries, I'll fight them!"