allonlinenovel Chapter 107 No, where is my aloof master?
Chapter 107 No, where is my aloof master?
"Regardless of whether the person on the sky is Lu Li or not, the most important thing now is what this scene means."
Walter withdrew his gaze, his expression turning serious.
"The Five Valiant Warriors of the Clouds: that was an extremely special period in the history of the Immortal Ship."
Their story is full of glory, and also full of...tragedy.
"The Sky Curtain chose this moment to expose Mirror Stream's past..." Walter glanced at Kafka not far away, "I'm afraid it won't be that simple."
Remembering what Kafka had just said, Himeko nodded and added, "With the Star Core and the Sky Curtain... the Immortal Ship Alliance is probably in complete chaos right now."
As Himeko had predicted, things turned out just as she had expected.
The Immortal Ship "Luofu" is located in the Divine Strategy Bureau.
The moment the name "Mirror Flow" appeared on the sky, the atmosphere of the entire Shence Prefecture froze.
Shence Mansion.
Jing Yuan stared at the two familiar yet unfamiliar faces in the sky, his hand holding the teacup hovering in mid-air, not falling for a long time.
"General, this...this is..." Yanqing, who was standing to the side, was so shocked that he could not speak.
As Jing Yuan's apprentice, he grew up listening to the stories of the Five Heroes of the Clouds and knew their deeds by heart.
But the scene before him completely overturned his understanding.
"It really is him..." Jing Yuan slowly put down his teacup, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Of course he remembers.
Or rather, he will never forget it.
The man who always carried a pot of wine and followed behind his master, with a lazy smile on his face.
The man who, when everyone else revered his master's sword, was the only one who dared to say that her sword was "too cold and ugly."
In the end, it was for his master, or rather, for them...
Jingyuan always thought that memory was just a dream from his youth.
Because after that incident, all traces of that person disappeared from the history of Luofu.
Even his master never mentioned his name again.
It was as if he had never existed.
But now, the heavens have laid bare this long-buried history, revealing it in a bloody and raw manner to the entire universe.
"General, who exactly is he?" Yanqing couldn't help but ask.
Jing Yuan didn't answer, he just stared at the screen silently.
It seems.
Some things from the past can't be hidden forever...
Jing Yuan slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had returned to his usual calm.
But deep in his eyes, there was a hint of complex emotion that was hard to describe.
He stood up, walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, and quietly gazed at the sky.
"Pass down the order," Jing Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear, "Seal off the Shence Palace. No one is allowed to discuss matters concerning the Heavenly Curtain."
"In addition, have Aozumi closely monitor the developments on the StarNet and deal with any rumors about Mirror Stream immediately."
"……yes."
Yanqing hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to remain silent and accept the order.
Meanwhile, in another corner of Luofu.
Imprisonment.
A man dressed in red, bound by countless chains, also saw the scene in the sky.
When he saw the back of the man in black beside Jing Liu, his eyes, which always held a hint of mockery, suddenly narrowed.
"It's you..."
Blade murmured softly, his hoarse voice carrying a tremor he himself was unaware of.
……
Soon, the projector screen began playing again.
[Act II, Scene 1: First Encounter]
As the mechanical sound faded, images began to flow on the enormous screen.
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn back, and they looked over expectantly.
They couldn't wait to see what sparks would fly between the swordsman obsessed with Mirror Style and the aloof and indifferent Lu Li.
Is it a love-hate relationship?
Or is it a battle between masters?
Images flow across the sky.
The cold snow melted away, replaced by a picturesque scene reminiscent of a traditional Chinese ink painting.
The sea of clouds churned, and cranes cried out in unison.
The pavilions and towers suspended in the air appear and disappear, full of ancient and mysterious oriental charm.
"This is... a fairy ship?" March 7th's eyes widened.
Walter nodded: "Judging from the architectural style, it should be the Louvre."
In the celestial scene, the fairy boat cave, as beautiful as an ink painting, seems otherworldly.
In a familiar fairy cave, where towering trees grow.
The stunningly beautiful woman with snow-white hair and a cool, aloof demeanor reappeared.
Jingliu was sitting with his eyes closed under the waterfall, seemingly cultivating.
She didn't deliberately exude sword intent, but the air around her seemed to have been tempered to an incomparably sharp edge.
Not far from her, by the stream, a black-haired man in a white shirt was idly fishing with a fishing rod.
Yes, it is Lu Li.
But Lu Li at this moment was completely different from his appearance and temperament when he was in the Sword Tomb.
Dressed simply in a white shirt and black pants, he leaned lazily against an ancient tree.
He held an ordinary bamboo fishing rod in his hand, the fishing line hanging motionless in the water.
He exuded a "come and see who's the worst" kind of salty, rotten vibe, completely out of place with the otherworldly, ethereal environment around him.
[A researcher on the space station: ...? Wait, where's my aloof master?!]
[Playing cards while slacking off: Pfft, Lu Li is back to reality.]
[Interstellar Passerby A: I'm dying of laughter, that switch in demeanor... typical of him.]
On the Starry Sky Train.
Lu Li looked at the "himself" yawning on the sky and nodded in satisfaction.
Yes, that's more like it.
I knew that aloof demeanor from earlier was off; he was definitely just putting on an act.
What?
You ask me how I know?
cough cough.
Well, doesn't everyone have a time when they were young and naive, always fantasizing that they were a peerless master?
Simply put, it's just being a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur)... cough cough.
Yes, those who know, know.
In the sky above, the mirror-like flow beneath the waterfall slowly opened its eyes.
Her gaze was like a pool of autumn water, clear and cold, yet unfathomable.
"Your heart is in turmoil," she said.
"There's nothing I can do." Lu Li yawned upon hearing this, shifting to a more comfortable position. "I didn't sleep well last night."
"I'm having trouble sleeping because I'm thinking about whether to have braised pork or sweet and sour fish for lunch today."
Mirror Flow: "..."
She brought Lu Li back...did she make the wrong choice?
Jingliu fell into deep thought.
After a moment of silence, Jingliu continued, "That's not what I meant."
"Your aura is tainted with the sorrow of 'separation' that does not belong to this world."
Lu Li paused in his fishing motions, then resumed his lazy demeanor.
"Oh, maybe."
"Life is just a series of encounters and partings; you'll get used to it."
Jingliu shook his head: "No, a swordsman should sever all worldly ties and cultivate a heart as still as water."
"Any emotion is like rust on a sword's blade."
"Is that so?" Lu Li smiled, then suddenly flicked his wrist.
The fishing line is taut.
"But sorry, I handle knives."
He gave a soft shout and suddenly lifted the fishing rod.
However, what was caught was not a swimming fish.
Instead, it was a sword light that was extremely fast and extremely sharp!
The sword light emanated from Jing Liu's hand beneath the waterfall.
Silent and still, yet seemingly able to sever the passage of time!