Chapter 136 Alone in Snow Moon
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Snow Moon City.
The only citymaster remaining in Snow Moon City, Sikong Changfeng stood at the top of the city, and looked out towards the southwest, frowning faintly.
"One went on a quest to find some immortal mountain, the other went to see an old friend, and they left me here all alone by myself. Even my daughter went chasing after a man." Sikong Changfeng sighed, and took a sip of wine.
He recalled a time when he was young, he would always have his spear, a jug of wine, and a horse. He drank his wine while traveling, and when he was tired or drunk, he would find a random tree and lie under it to enjoy his beauty sleep. He always thought this kind of life would go on forever, simple and carefree, and although there was no tomorrow, he didn’t need to look forward to anything tomorrow either. Until one day, he met a young man all dressed in white and riding a horse who reached out a hand to him.
"Do you want to visit a city?
"That’s the largest city in the world, with the most beautiful women, the largest gambling den, the best wine, and the fastest horses.
"That city is called Heavenly Revelations."
At that time, Sikong Changfeng only had a spear in his hand, and a jug of wine hanging off that spear. He didn’t hear anything the young man said after the sentence "the most beautiful women", and he was already nodding enthusiastically, "Let’s go! Go! Go!"
"A drunk mistake for life." Sikong Changfeng raised his head and took another sip.
"Why are you here sighing again?" A voice carrying a hint of a smile called out. Sikong Changfeng turned his head and saw a beautiful woman in white strolling towards him, her white clothes fluttering. The large word “gamble” on the back of her cloak was particularly eye-catching.
"Luoxia, your disciple has also left. Come, come, come, we’re both wretched souls at the end of the world. Let’s drink together." Sikong Changfeng shook his head and tossed the jug of wine at Yin Luoxia.
Yin Luoxia caught the jug, but didn't drink from it. She just smiled and said, "Without that annoying disciple around, I feel a lot more relaxed. Not like you at all."
"Oh." Sikong Changfeng sighed. "Dongjun is obsessed with wine, you’re obsessed with gambling, Hanyi only has that stinky priest in her heart. You all have something you want, but what do I want?"
"You’re obsessed with lust. Back then, everyone in the martial world knew about you." Yin Luoxia smiled maliciously.
"Yeah, I’m obsessed with lust." Sikong Changfeng looked up at the sky, his eyes suddenly becoming a little ethereal. "But, now that the beauty of the world is gone, there’s no good place left to go."
"Do you still think about Qianluo's mother?" Yin Luoxia walked to Sikong Changfeng's side with the jug of wine, followed Sikong Changfeng's gaze, raised her head and took a sip of wine.
Sikong Changfeng chuckled. "Back then, I was known as a man who, 'walked among ten thousand flowers without a leaf sticking on.' So, I stepped into Heavenly Revelations, suave and carefree, and planned to leave Heavenly Revelations the same, free and unattached. But, she just had to ride sixteen horses to death, chased me for a full thousand miles, and finally, knocked me off my horse with one sword. Then, she turned around and left me."
"Then you chased her for another thousand miles, all the way back to Heavenly Revelations. This story of yours has been repeated in teahouses until people are sick of it." Yin Luoxia snickered.
Sikong Changfeng grabbed the jug of wine from Yin Luoxia's hand, took another sip of the wine, and suddenly said something without head or tail, "Is it my old age? Lately, I keep having the feeling like I’m about to lose something?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's like." Sikong Changfeng stretched out his hand. "Those who used to stay by your side, will leave you one by one…"
Yin Luoxia's expression finally became serious. "Is there still no news from First Citymaster?"
"No. The last time anyone saw him, he was in Suifeng Harbor. He boarded a large boat heading out to sea, but that large boat didn’t come back. I think he might really have gone to that immortal mountain beyond the sea, to look for that final ingredient of wine." Sikong Changfeng frowned.
"That immortal mountain beyond the sea… is there really an immortal on it?" Yin Luoxia muttered to herself.
"Maybe there is an immortal," Sikong Changfeng remarked pointedly.
"Actually, I’ve always wanted to ask, what kind of past does First Citymaster hide in his heart? Why is he so obsessed with the idea of brewing that Meng Po soup?" Yin Luoxia asked.
"When he was young, da-shixiong once killed a woman with his sword. But, that woman was the love of his life." Sikong Changfeng shook the jug of wine, but the jug was already empty. He smiled, flung the jug, and hung it on his spear.
"First Citymaster is also a romantic at heart," Yin Luoxia said slowly.
"Then what about you?" Sikong Changfeng raised his eyebrows slightly. "I heard that Song Yanhui has passed down the position of citymaster to his disciple, Wushuang. Now that he’s free of the burden of his position, perhaps the two of you…"
"You must be kidding me." Yin Luoxia ignored him. "Song Yanhui passing on the position of citymaster is not as simple as you think. I heard that Unrivaled City received a distinguished guest, and the distinguished guest's identity is extremely noble."
"What kind of distinguished guest? Wasn’t it someone already rejected by Snow Moon City outside the city gates so they went to them?" Sikong Changfeng's expression remained indifferent.
"But there is a distinguished guest who just sent us a letter, and is already on his way to Snow Moon City. You can't refuse this guest. After all, his daughter is still with us. Oh, that’s not right. Seems like we didn’t inform him that his daughter has already left?" Yin Luoxia's words contained a measure of maliciousness.
"Ye Xiaoying." Sikong Changfeng rubbed his forehead. "What a troublesome guest."
"By the way, I just came back from a walk around the city, and I found out that everyone in the teahouses were gossiping about something. Although I don't know if it’s true, I think it’s something you need to know," Yin Luoxia said suddenly.
"Are there any nonsense rumors in the teahouses that are worthy of my attention? Is it one of those stories about another self-proclaimed sword immortal appearing somewhere, or some new demon head who came out of their mountain and single-handedly wiped out an entire sect?" Sikong Changfeng shrugged.
"It’s a rumour about a person who came down his mountain." Yin Luoxia deliberately spoke in a vague manner.
Sikong Changfeng immediately understood, but his expression changed drastically in an instant, and he suddenly shouted, "Daoist Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen! He came down the mountain! Why did he come down! How did he come down!"
Yin Luoxia didn't understand why Sikong Changfeng was so agitated. She spoke warily, "Maybe he’s afraid that Hanyi and Lei Hong will meet again, thus he’s feeling threatened? So, he couldn’t stand it and came down the mountain?"
Sikong Changfeng shook his head fervently. "Impossible, impossible."
With the exception of the celestial masters on Qingcheng Mountain, Sikong Changfeng and Baili Dongjun were the rare individuals who knew the reason why Zhao Yuzhen wasn’t allowed to come down the mountain. Otherwise, with his temper, he would have brought his spear up to Qingcheng Mountain and kicked up a fuss on behalf of his martial sister a long time ago. However, this Zhao Yuzhen really came down the mountain on his own.
"Where did Zhao Yuzhen go when he came down the mountain?" Sikong Changfeng asked.
"Rumour was that Zhao Yuzhen went all the way south, and not even an army of thousands could stop him," Yin Luoxia replied.
Sikong Changfeng tightened his grip on his spear, looked straight ahead and spoke worriedly, “Could it be that Hanyi has met with some danger?"
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