Chapter 2656: Wealth-Holding Celestial

On the vast horizon, there is a touch of white, and the snow on the clouds is also gentle, as if it could be pushed away by the wind at any moment.

Yun Jing is not a cold realm. Only Bao Xue Feng, with its year-round unmelted snow, uniquely protrudes from the sea of clouds.

Ye Qingyu sits at the edge of the cliff with her knees hugged, quietly watching the ripples in the sea of clouds.

She now also likes to wear white clothes, a jade hairpin binding her hair into a daoist bun, and a scroll-like immortal robe flowing like parting clouds.

Without makeup, she resembles a young master from the mundane world.

Her eyebrows and eyes are cold, as if never stained by the human world.

But in her hand... she is also pinching a mundane copper coin.

Her right hand crosses over her knee, her fingers slightly open, like those white jade carved lamp branches.

The outer circle and inner square, the copper coin mottled with dust, resembles a mundane candle flame, quietly rotating between her thumb and index finger.

Fine rain drifts in the sky, spreading like a mist veil.

Someone lifts the curtain and enters.

"I knew you'd be here." The young true monarch's tone was light and slow, as if afraid of startling this painting.

He slowly stepped closer on the void, his movements still carrying immortal intent, his eyes still like calm waves. He stepped on the high sky, not daring to disturb the wind. He walked on the sea of clouds, not once disturbing the clouds.

Ye Qingyu grasped the rotating copper coin back into her palm, lifted her eyes to look at him, as if this one glance pulled her back to the human world: "Jiang Jun, why have you come? Why pretend to be relaxed?"

Jiang Wang's foot stepped down into the depths of the sea of clouds, barely managing to step back.

It wasn't entirely without preparation. As he stepped back, he grabbed a long scroll, smoothly unfurled it, and his face broke into a smile: "Look at this?"

Ye Qingyu blinked her eyes and looked over, seeing brushstrokes unfolding, expressions vivid, light and shadow just right, it was an excellent figure painting.

It depicted a man in a green shirt and jade crown, his body curled in the air like an infant, embracing a huge gold ingot.

The background was endless brilliant light.

And in the middle of the ingot, it vaguely looked like an illuminated wall. In the translucent golden light, there was still a faintly visible graceful figure. It gave people an imagination of infinite wealth.

Clearly, it depicted that battle in the Fallen Immortal Forest earlier. It was unclear whose idle brushwork this was by Zhang Hua Tai.

"Don't know who was so bored," Jiang Wang laughed. "This year, on New Year's, many homes in Chu Guo hang this, they say it's called the— Bao Cai Tian Jun painting."

He walked forward: "They say it can bring the god of wealth home."

Ye Qingyu stretched languidly, fully displaying her slender figure, and sat down with a yawn, sighing, "When did Guang Shu give it to you?"

"What Guang Shu?" Jiang Wang subconsciously denied, then immediately denied his denial, saying in a low voice, "A few days ago."

"Didn't you bring a gift too?" Ye Qingyu asked.

Jiang Wang laughed again: "You're really smart. You can even guess that. Guess what it is—"

"Prepared by Sister Shun Hua?" Ye Qingyu asked again.

Jiang Wang stopped laughing.

This... isn't right. When she learned the Xing Zhu Jie Jing, how was she always in the middle of calculation?

"Tell me," Ye Qingyu waved her hand, taking the Bao Cai Tian Jun painting scroll, examining it carefully again, then slowly rolling it up and tying it meticulously. She said casually: "What do you want to talk about today?"

Jiang Wang originally felt he was well-prepared, but suddenly felt he was still not prepared enough. "Well... are you free?"

"The dao technique system of Ling Xiao Ge is being reconstructed. My father was a bit stingy before in order to hide his strength. It was supposed to be completed three days ago, but it's already late."

"Yun Jing's annual joint council will convene tomorrow. I will attend this year."

"The God of Wealth is thinking of ways to repay vows, rewarding hardworking people, trying to let those who make vows gain wealth without disaster."

"The cloud trade route has a big investment in Mu Guo this year. I'm thinking about the overall plan and who should be in charge."

"Some inns have reached a bottleneck in their development. I plan to open a new high-end brand with more supernatural facilities..."

Qingyu listed her busy affairs one by one, one hand holding the painting scroll, the other hand lazily supporting her chin, just looking at him like this: "I'm saying all this to tell Jiang Xian Sheng— I always have time to listen to your heart."

Jiang Wang's heart, which was originally like messy cotton wool, suddenly became quiet.

He sat down beside Qingyu, hugged his knees with both hands, and also looked up at the sea of clouds.

Of course there were wistful eyes, of course there were complex memories, but his voice was clear: "At the Dragon Palace banquet, I said that when the time was right, I would talk to you."

"Feng Xia Xiao Jiang keeps his word and fulfills his promises. I never doubted that."

Ye Qingyu tilted her head. The world in her eyes also tilted. "But this is the first time you've delayed so much."

In her eyes, Xiao Jiang was half-tilted, his profile seemingly embedded in the entire mountain scenery.

His eyelashes were long, like clouds covering mist. But his bright and profound eyes hid the moon not within.

His nose bridge was high and straight, his lips slightly pursed with a hint of stubbornness.

Once a young man with a gray face and dusty appearance, a young man burdened by past experiences and deep hatred.

When did he grow to this extent?

Perhaps unable to say these things face to face, eye to eye, or perhaps he needed a last moment to recall.

In any case, Jiang Wang just sat there and opened his mouth, as if speaking to the sea of clouds: "She..."

He wanted to seriously open his inner heart, to explain why he would delay this promise. He was willing to talk about what was different about that woman, how she changed the young man's world. Of course, he also remembered the surging waves on the Jiang River bank, remembering the panic in that nameless cave...

But he also remembered the sky full of maple leaves, remembering the fresh red blood.

Today he finally felt he could narrate all of it.

He didn't want to say how unavoidable he was.

He just wanted to tell Ye Qingyu that he kept his promise, he remembered everything.

But Qingyu only allowed the word "she" to come out before interrupting his narration.

"Talking about another woman in front of one woman isn't a smart choice, oh!" She laughed softly.

This fine young master from the mundane world seemed intentional, seemed unintentional, seemed full of meaning yet seemed casual, laughing softly, contrasting with Jiang Zhen Jun's dullness.

He sat there stupidly, his imagined painful frankness and talkativeness all turning into a choke in his throat.

His gaze, which could easily pierce through thousands of mountains, bashfully withdrew from the sea of clouds, finally seeing what was in front of him again.

Perhaps this awkwardness and embarrassment was the true facing.

He wanted to say something, but felt that anything he said was wrong. He wanted to just stay silent, but didn't silence represent guilt?

He subconsciously touched Tai Xu Gou Yu.

Why didn't anyone send a challenge letter today?

They gave up after just a few days. Dou Zhao, you're not okay like this.

Or should I call Dou Mian? Consider it an addition.

"Did you know her first, or me first?"

Ye Qingyu's voice suddenly sounded again, rising as if from the edge of the sky, a bit dazed, then falling in front of him.

Jiang Wang suddenly felt that perhaps he underestimated Qingyu's fighting ability. At least her moves were always unexpected.

Suddenly, he snapped back to reality, forced to face this question. Immortal thoughts flashed like a river of stars, and he didn't know what the correct answer was. He could only honestly say: "I knew her first."

Ye Qingyu sighed, "Oh."

"Oh," what did that mean?

Understand? Pondering again? Spouting nonsense?

As strong as Dou Zhao, with a lift of his hand, he could see where the next knife would likely come from. But he could never guess the thoughts of "Yun Shang Qing Yu."

"Then..." Jiang Wang sat in a daze for a while, finally taking out that small, exquisite brocade box, holding it in his hand, not too embarrassed to say: "Do you still want this?"

Qingyu gave him a white look: "If I don't accept it, how can I give a return gift?"

"Always taking things from Shun Hua... it's more like she raised a younger brother and brought along an older brother who can't take care of himself."

Her tone sounded like scolding, like resentment: "Wait a bit, I'll prepare a gift. You can come back in a couple of days, don't be too deliberate..."

I lecture her too. Jiang Wang thought in his heart.

But he knew it was better not to explain, only saying "um," neatly activating the array pattern and opening the brocade box.

Inside the brocade box, on black silk, was a silver wire hook phoenix tail hairpin. It looked simple and beautiful, combining nobility and immortal aura.

Although it was prepared by Qu Shunhua, he also seriously made suggestions— of course, this sister-in-law had her own opinions, and his suggestions were not adopted.

Jiang Zhen Jun lightly flicked his two fingers, casually making a sword flourish, and tentatively asked: "Should I put it on for you?"

Ye Qingyu's immortal eyes glanced at him, quietly watching the sword flourish fade.

Jiang Wang felt inexplicably uneasy, moving his shoulders.

"After all this time, you still haven't learned the proper way to pin hair," she said.

I'm quite good at pinning Anan's hair. Jiang Wang originally wanted to say this, but a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him, and he said: "Perhaps I need practice."

Ye Qingyu sighed, carefully put away the Bao Cai Tian Jun painting scroll, and lightly waved her hand.

Jiang Wang then obediently lowered his head—

The last time he bound his hair was the last time.

And it was Ye Qingyu who helped him.

The hands that played the zither and held the moon fell on the black hair strings. She easily untied the jade crown, then used her jade fingers as a comb to re-comb his long hair for him.

"I've received letters signed as 'Feng Xia Xiao Jiang', a total of one thousand three hundred and thirty-one seals."

While combing his hair, Ye Qingyu spoke, her immortal eyes focused on the long hair, as if it were the most complex immortal technique in the world.

"Among them, one thousand and three seals all mention Jiang Anan."

"And two hundred and ninety seals are about cultivation."

"Only twenty-six seals talk about what scenery he saw, what interesting things happened."

Combing hair was not a complicated matter after all, and it didn't take up too much time. And Ye Qingyu was never a procrastinator.

She was accustomed to being light as the wind and clouds, because many things weren't worth caring about.

So she put on the jade crown properly and sat back down.

She continued: "The remaining three seals are where he has nowhere to vent his bitter depression. I see his emotions, crushed in a mountain crevice. He struggles out looking like a person, yet grits his teeth and says he still needs to work harder."

"The last nine seals are scattered, not knowing what they are saying. I turned them over and over, and indeed, between the words, I saw Yun Shang Qing Yu."

That sword flourish had disappeared a long time ago.

She glanced around and couldn't find the sword flourish, then her gaze returned to Jiang Wang's body, falling on the eyebrows and eyes of the so-called 'Bao Cai Tian Jun': "Jiang Xian Sheng is someone who chases stars and catches the moon. His eyes hold no scenery, and his dust heart is not easily moved. But such a person, once he has an attachment, it is bound to be earth-shattering."

"I—" Jiang Wang opened his mouth wanting to speak.

But his voice was sealed by an index finger.

Jiang Zhen Jun was skilled in sealing techniques. After Zuo Qiu Wu's passing, he was considered the best of his generation.

But this gesture of silence was indeed an unsolvable seal of his generation.

That mutton-fat jade-like index finger was lightly placed on his cherry lips. There was still a distance, yet he couldn't utter a word.

Qingyu rarely spoke so much, so she appeared especially serious.

She was too cold, too indifferent, too "immortal", as if nothing mattered. Only at this moment, looking into her eyes, those immortal eyes that held whatever she wished, finally could not suppress all sorts of emotions... she actually remembered everything.

"Under Wu An City, I saw her concerned eyes. At the Dragon Palace banquet, she danced within my zither music."

"Even in the most beautiful part of the world, I still see pity."

"I believe she is a very worthy person."

"She is certainly worthy of your earth-shattering attachment for her."

"But Jiang Xian Sheng—"

She actually laughed too, her eyes bending in laughter, ripples of starlight, then scooped into the crescent moon: "I've become heavier lately. I fear that in your heart, you cannot hold a second person."

She was born with everything, but this did not mean she didn't know how to cherish.

Was she not certainly worthy of the earth-shattering crack in Jiang Wang's heart?

Did she certainly not once stir up sudden rain and thunder in Jiang Wang's heart?

Was there certainly no lovesick evening, no sleepless long night?

But she was Ye Qingyu.

Ye Lingxiao's pearl in the palm, Lüqiu Chaolu's daughter.

She had her pride and self.

At this point, any words were insufficient to respond.

Jiang Wang had read all the books, and none of them wrote the correct answer.

The Qi Wu Huang who seriously loved every single person, in "Lie Guo Qian Jiao Zhuan" repeatedly, just said "sorry," and also just said... "loved."

Love has no necessary appearance. Love has no unique correct answer.

Jiang Wang lifted his head. He looked at Ye Qingyu, and not just at her beauty. He looked at her eyes brimming with teary light, and her smile that was still like the bright moon: "The higher the cultivation, the farther one seems from mundane emotions. The farther the cultivation, the less one remembers the waves of the human sea. I sometimes have to admit, I don't live as willfully. I don't know what words I can use to respond to your heart."

"I don't know how to explain, how to argue. I only know that I definitely don't want you to shed tears."

"This feeling is unrelated to anything, not because of what you do or what you don't do."

He still held that beautiful hairpin in one hand.

His other hand moved towards his own chest...

He pressed down forcefully, just like scooping the moon from the water, holding out his own heart!

He gazed so seriously into her eyes, asking her to see this piece of deep sea surging wildly.

"It will tell you what I've experienced, what I've felt, what I've thought clearly, what I'm attached to. Everything about me is not hidden from you."

He said slowly: "If you are prepared... please come see my true heart."

Ye Qingyu's hand was placed on his heart. Her soft and slightly cool hand touched the heat of this heart.

As long as she had a slight thought, she could crash into the door of this heart. The most famous true monarch of this generation, "Tian Shang Jiang Wang," would from then on have no secrets from her.

But she did not step forward.

Because it is not only by walking into a person's heart that one can see a person's true heart!

She just gently held this heart, lightly pushed it back to his chest, smiling with tears: "Jiang Xian Sheng, we probably won't have an earth-shattering story."

In the misty fine rain, there was only one round raindrop. It seemed to have swallowed all the mist and humidity, leaving only this kind of bright moon.

That raindrop flew through the hazy mountain colors. Lightly among the water ripples, there was a vague rise of an immortal palace.

"I am a person who is always unable to get used to losing, yet is always losing. Walking this road, I dare not slacken for a single day, just hoping that the people I love can be safe."

Jiang Wang's hand finally lifted up and placed itself on her hand, just like this, pressing against his chest, feeling this slightly cool jade hand, and his own restless heart: "Moreover, my heart only beats for you."

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