Chapter Seventy-Five: Oblivion River, Qi Xi

  "Your person?"

  Chen Xiwei glanced over and saw Shu Baili rushing towards him with a loud shout, her eyebrows and eyes filled with a smile.

  Ning Feng's face was as black as a pot bottom. After three years of being together, he couldn't help but understand that Chen Xiang's smile was clearly one of mockery.

  It is ~

  A word suddenly pops out from between his teeth, and he feels an itch in his tooth root.

  "Hello Shu brother, I am Chen Xiwei, Ning Feng's senior sister."

  Chen Xiwei smiled warmly and kindly, waving at Shu Baili who had run over to investigate the slightly hesitant footsteps.

  "My name is Shu Bailin."

  Shu Bailin panicked and his hands moved wildly, the old mouse tail that had been stuck on him all along fell off and hit his foot, his whole face was scrunched up like a steamed bun, and he endured the pain without daring to cry out.

  Watching this scene, Ning Feng had a strong urge to cover his forehead with his hand.

  "Long time no see, brother Shu."

  Chen Ximicro's face remained unchanged, with a warm and gentle smile still on his face.

  Although she had just gone through a fierce battle and narrowly escaped death, there was no sign of dishevelment on her body. She smiled calmly like a blooming flower.

  She has always been like this towards others except Ning Feng, perfect and flawless.

  After greeting, Ning Feng really didn't want to see Shu Baili's awkward appearance again, and changed the subject: "Xi Wei, what's with that big rat?"

  Chen Xi's eyebrows furrowed, revealing a hint of anger, and he said, "I received an order from my master to come down the mountain and investigate a mining accident as my first task."

  "The mine owner is a small family attached to our temple, and has long been in decline. There are no decent cultivators in the clan, and if it weren't for our temple, their ancestral small iron mine would have been taken away by others."

  "Not long ago, a iron mine collapsed, hundreds of people died in it, and hundreds of families were torn apart. I went to investigate and found that it was actually caused by the thoroughness of the mouse..."

  As Chen Xi spoke, Ning Feng's expression also gradually became more serious. No longer was he carelessly changing the subject.

  The thorough mouse is a variant of the mouse demon, best at digging through mountains and eating minerals, it is one of the most difficult to deal with in common mouse species.

  The thorough mouse seen before is actually a great demon that has cultivated to be only one step away from the realm of the demon spirit.

  Chen Xiwei found that the problem lay with this thorough mouse, which was equivalent to poking a hornet's nest, and then there was the previous scene.

  "You and I have been practicing for a short time, today is considered cheap."

  "One day when I have the chance, I will definitely flay and dismember him, it can't end like this."

  The cold light flashed in Ning Feng's eyes as he spoke in a stern voice. Chen Xi slightly nodded, thinking of the hundreds of broken families, and an intention to kill arose in her heart.

  Shu Bailin's eyes flickered, looking at Ning Feng, then at Chen Xiwei, and couldn't help but wonder if the killing intent that suddenly emerged from Ning Feng was for the people who died in the mine disaster or to avenge his beloved being pursued.

  "It's really hard to say."

  Shu Bailin muttered to himself, if he still couldn't see that there was something between these two people in front of him. Then his eyeballs were truly useless and could be dug out.

  "Right."

  Ning Feng seemed to think of something, and while leading Chen Xiwei towards the bonfire, asked: "Xiwei, why did you come down the mountain?"

  He regretted it as soon as he asked.

  According to Chen Ximiao's temperament, eight or nine out of ten times he would retort with a sentence like "Can you descend in the wind, but I, Chen Ximiao, cannot?"

  Unexpectedly, Chen Xi's slightly raised eyebrows were indeed a challenge. However, after glancing at the humble and obedient Shu Bailin following behind him, who seemed to have "I don't exist" written on his face, he unexpectedly changed his nature and explained: "I failed in cultivating the Sun Technique, so I switched to cultivating the True Sun Fire, achieving minor success. My master ordered me to descend the mountain for training. I've been storing a mouthful of Heart-Head True Fire."

  Heart of true fire and all that, Ning Feng hadn't delved into the Sun True Fire method, didn't quite understand it, but he was more familiar with the woman in white standing before him.

  "Huh?"

  Ning Feng initially thought it was strange, then turned his head to glance at Shu Bailin. Suddenly he knew where the problem lay, and for the first time felt that this guy actually looked quite pleasing to the eye.

  "Master Zhenren is really too petty. Apart from this treasure, he didn't give you any other defensive objects. What if something unexpected happens?"

  Ning Feng thought of the previous thrilling scene again and felt indignant.

  Behind them, Shu Bailin's eyes were about to pop out, and his heart was racing: "Goodness gracious, Ning Ge is actually criticizing the True Person of the Taiyang God Palace, what if someone hears this?"

  Chen Xiwei didn't think of that, and gently stroked the golden ring on his hand. He then took it off and placed it in the palm of his white hand with a hint of red, saying: "Ning Feng, don't underestimate this, it's a rare spiritual artifact."

  "Spiritual artifact?"

  Ning Feng was slightly moved, but behind him, Shu Baili's eyes really popped out this time. He had only heard of such a thing, and it was the first time he saw it in person.

  "Is this the rumored spiritual and material, divine and mysterious artifact?"

  Shu Bailin's head was itching to squeeze through the gap between the shoulders of the two people in front, so she could take a closer look.

  Before he could put this idea, which was destined to be beaten into shape, into practice, Ning Feng had already reached out and taken the golden ring from Chen Xiwei's palm, feeling heavy in his hand.

  Chen Ximiao glanced at the ring on his hand and continued, "Spiritual instruments are simply a matter of power, not necessarily stronger than magical instruments. However, they all contain their own spirit, rhythm, and nature, which cannot be compared to magical instruments."

  "In terms of pure power, this spiritual instrument is roughly equivalent to a high-ranking magic tool. Its divine charm lies in the word 'sentiment'."

  Chen Ximiao said up to here, slightly shook his head, and somewhat regretfully said: "I couldn't bring out its true might."

  Ning Feng nodded repeatedly as he listened, his eyes fixed intently on the golden ring in his hand.

  The body of the gold ring is not round, but has countless rhombic recesses, forming countless sections, and from any angle, it is flashing with golden light.

  "Huh?"

  He raised an eyebrow, finding something strange, "This golden ring is somehow different from what I saw earlier..."

  Shu Bailin nodded like a little chick pecking at rice, he also found out.

  What was previously seen from afar as a complete circular golden hoop now appears otherwise in Ning Feng's hands.

  The golden hoop lay quietly in Ning Feng's palm, with a gap on its ring body. The two ends of the gap were spherical, as if they had been intentionally designed for easy wear.

  This design is fine, but what's going on with what we just saw?

  Chen Ximiao's face broke into a smile as she stretched out her slender fingers and tapped on the golden ring.

  Swipe

  Golden light circulated, Ning Feng and Shu Bai Ling clearly saw the golden ring extending from both ends of this finger, connecting together to form a complete circle.

  "Spiritual power is activated, revealing one's true nature."

  Ning Feng exclaimed in admiration and returned the golden ring, asking casually: "What is the name of this spiritual instrument?"

  He knew that the names of ordinary artifacts were often derived from their materials, such as Xuan Gui Cun and Fei He Yu, but spiritual artifacts were different.

  Each of these spiritual artifacts is unique and cannot be replicated even by their creators, so they all have a unique name.

  Chen Ximiao's footsteps paused for a moment, and he put the golden ring back on his wrist. He shook his head and said, "It is a spiritual artifact that was refined hundreds of years ago, but I am its first master."

  "It is said that hundreds of years ago, in our temple, there was a pair of master siblings who were Daoist companions. The master brother was skilled at refining instruments. One day, to undertake a major matter, he bid farewell to his sister and gave her this treasure, after which he left and never returned."

  The night is cool and quiet, listening to the faint sound of Chen Xi's voice. Unconsciously, the night seems to have become even colder.

  Not far away was where they had camped before, and Ning Feng and Shu Baili unconsciously quickened their pace.

  "When that senior fellow gave it a treasure, he gave it a name, called..."

  Chen Xiwei paused for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed, she really didn't like this name, "......Wangchuan!"

  "River of Oblivion..."

  Ning Feng also didn't like it.

  Between the Yellow Springs Road and the Netherworld, there is a river, murky and yellow, named the River of Forgetfulness.

  There is a bridge: Naihe Bridge; There are stones on its banks: Sansheng Stone.

  The River of Forgetfulness, The Bridge of Sorrow, a bowl of Meng Po's soup, and all memories of the past three lives and seven existences are forgotten.

  A very melancholic atmosphere, rooted in a single word "forget". If one can forget, is it really memorable? If one cannot forget and forces oneself to "forget", isn't it desolate?

  Ning Feng disliked it very much and said: "Let's give it a new name."

  Chen Xi's delicate eyebrows rose, and she asked: "Ning Feng, what good idea do you have?"

  It was just a casual remark. Now Chen Xiwei suddenly threw over the task of taking the name, Ning Feng was taken aback for a moment.

  He looked up and saw a brilliant silver river in the night sky, gathering countless starlights, so beautiful that it was intoxicating.

  "Look, Xiao Wei."

  Ning Feng stretched out his hand and pointed, with the tip of his finger pointing at the Milky Way.

  "Huh?"

  Chen Ximiao stopped in his tracks, and the two stood shoulder to shoulder, lifting their heads together to gaze up at the vast starry sky, gazing at that one resplendent silver river.

  Shu Bailin subconsciously retreated and watched their backs from a distance.

  "I've heard a legend."

  Ning Feng turned his head sideways, and in his eyes was Chen Xi's pale and delicate face like a jade plate. His heart was calm, and he spoke smoothly:

  "In the distant past, heaven and earth were not yet separated, and there was a day when a fairy from the upper realm descended to the mortal world and fell in love with a cowherd..."

  The story of the Cowherd and the Weaving Maiden appears in Ning Feng's mouth, telling under the gaze of the Milky Way.

  At last, the cowherd and the weaver girl can only meet once a year on July 7th, the Double Seventh Festival, by treading on the magpie bridge.

  Ning Feng spoke with emotion, and couldn't help but beat out a rhythm, chanting in a loud voice:

  Delicate clouds play cleverly, flying stars convey hatred, the Milky Way stretches far and dark. Golden wind and jade dew meet once, and they surpass countless human affairs.

  Tender feelings are like water, a wonderful time is like a dream, and I reluctantly look at the magpie bridge road. If our love will last for a long time, how can it be in the morning and evening?

  The night is quiet, with only the gentle breeze's song echoing between heaven and earth.

  Once, twice...

  At first there was only him, then a woman's voice softly responded.

  Shu Bailin also wanted to speak out, but the beauty of his words was something he had only seen in this life. However, thinking about the consequences, he could only sigh and bury the thought deep within him.

  Under the starry night sky, gazing at the backs of the two people in front of him, he suddenly felt a kind of intoxication, a drunkenness that was utterly enchanting.

  "A chance encounter between golden wind and jade dew is enough to surpass countless moments in the mortal world... If two hearts are meant to be together for a long time, why should they be limited to fleeting moments of dawn and dusk?"

  "Really beautiful!"

  Chen Xiwei whispered softly, her beautiful face filled with admiration and emotion.

  "Then you also think it's good, let's call it: Qi Xi."

  Ning Feng stretched out his hand and tapped the golden ring on his finger, looking into Chen Xiang's eyes as he spoke.

  The word "forget" is rooted in the word "forget", while "Qi Xi" implies a reunion, even if the heavens are separated, they must still tread the heavenly path and meet among the stars.

  Is it forgetfulness or reunion?

  "Well..."

  Chen Ximiao's eyes were full of smiles, and she tilted her head, replying with three words: "Depends on the mood!"

  "Hmm..."

  The wind is crying and laughing at the same time, it feels like a punch has been thrown into a cotton ball.

  "Hey Wei, think again, is it Forget River or Double Seventh Festival?"

  "I said it, depending on my mood!"

  “……”

  Chatting and laughing, they gradually approached the bonfire...

  PS: On Qixi Festival night, Dong Liu is still coding late at night. Wishing everyone a happy Qixi Festival, may those in love be together forever.

  Even if we have to part ways due to irreconcilable differences, I hope it's not the "forgetting" of "Forgetful River", but rather the "reunion" of "Double Seventh Festival".

  Finally, considering it's still Qixi Festival and you're all still typing away in loneliness, where are your monthly tickets? Hand them over!