Chapter 1495 - 808: Writing Immortality Together (Triple Update Combined)

Zhongnan Mountain had gradually faded into the distance, and after grinding the ink, Chen Yi glanced at the distant scenery outside the window, which had become even more blurred. The carriage rounded the mountain path to the mountain's flank, and the beautiful Cave Heaven Blessed Land turned into a gray-black silhouette. The carved beams and painted rafters, the flying eaves and ornate brackets all hid within the outline. At this moment, the mountain looked more like a mountain, seemingly ordinary. Ten thousand years ago, it looked the same, without human footprints. The birds and beasts passing by didn't know where the Cave Heaven was, where the Blessed Land was, or whose dojo it was; it was extremely quiet. When the first practitioner walked past from the bustling streets to the mountain, the mountain became his dojo. This is the word "Immortal," passed down to today, unknown for how many years. Even though Chen Yi traversed the River of Time, he couldn't surpass so many years. When dusk fell away and night descended, curfew began. The smoke and fire of the city vanished, and the mountains before his eyes seemed to return to ten thousand years ago for a fleeting moment, but only for a moment.

A light pulled Chen Yi's vision back—it was Yin Weiyin who casually lit a Wind Lamp and placed it beside her, just enough to illuminate Chen Yi. Chen Yi smiled in appreciation, then picked up the pen to write. He planned to use the Flying Sword to send the letter to Zhou Yitang, not Qin Qingluo or any other woman. No need for literary language, just write directly; she wouldn't laugh at his lack of culture.

After about half an hour, the letter was finished. It mainly explained today's events at Liuyun Palace and the appearance of the White Lotus Sect, followed by rambling writings. As he wrote, he became absorbed, and the latter part of the letter was considerably longer than the beginning.

The content was the trivial, fragmentary chatter common between couples. Chen Yi, who loved to lie on the bed with a woman and talk about everything, poured all these into writing, making it incredibly long. Of course, when talking with a woman, there would mostly be responses. But while writing, he seemed to return to the days of the past life when he held her and talked. Perhaps it's because Zhou Yitang often just listened and seldom responded.

Once the letter was finished, Chen Yi summoned the Tai Sha Sword, transmitting with Divine Thought, tied the letter securely, then released the Flying Sword out the carriage window.

He leaned against the carriage wall, and by this time, everything outside had turned completely dark. Even the silhouettes of mountains and sky were indistinct, so he closed his eyes to rest, taking a deep breath, the aftertaste of writing still resonating within.

After the battle with Master Yunzhou, he felt some emotions, but it wasn't like the stories often told in novels where one attains enlightenment after a battle and ascends to a higher level. To be honest, given Master Yunzhou's abilities, it was difficult for Chen Yi to realize anything. But the scene of suddenly ascending to block the Heavenly Thunder was somewhat moving. From others to himself, he momentarily thought of his past life when he sacrificed himself for Zhou Yitang to repair the heavens. He couldn't quite articulate how similar it was, the feeling in his heart could die at that moment if meant to be, and the thought was precisely the same. Chen Yi couldn't say. He let out a small breath; only Master Yunzhou had died, while he lived.

Previously, he internally criticized Master Yunzhou for being baited his whole life, not even caring about ascension. But then upon further thought, had he not been baited by Zhou Yitang in his past life, even though separated by the titles of mentor and student, Zhou Yitang surely had no such intention. Yet… everything was perhaps done inadvertently during the serving of tea and water, amidst the solemnity of mentor and respect of student.

Fortunately, Zhou Yitang did not exploit such kindness like a fickle woman.

She first openly rejected him, never yielding even when deceiving mentors and destroying ancestors; later, he died for her while mending the heavens. This led to the entanglement into his next life... everything he gave, she returned with interest.

Chen Yi suddenly felt nostalgic about the one-armed woman's goodness.

But nostalgia is nostalgia, and melancholy is melancholy. It's not that he is calculative about how much he sacrificed for Zhou Yitang, although a heart seeking compensation isn't absent. Chen Yi astonishingly found himself without thoughts about whether it was worth it; only thinking in such a case, dying for heavenly repair, he missed a beautiful life of deep companionship and love. Then Zhou Yitang would entrust her heart, completely dissolve past grievances, Yin Sword Mountain would have another Heroic Couple, living in seclusion... This happiness was predictable, but was squandered due to death. How much could Zhou Yitang sense this complex array of emotions?

Reflecting again, ancient Immortals soared, severing worldly and mundane ties, opposing their desires and pursuits.

After longevity, what else is there?

Yin Weiyin, silently meditating, gently opened her eyes.

A great deal had been written today, something's afoot at Liuyun Palace today, but who knows his heart, surely written to the one-armed person.

The female crown held her Seal steadily without a tremble; concubines often more easily grasp their husbands' thoughts– such is the world's way. Because she's the First Lady, Chen Yi rarely shares feelings.

She thought briefly, almost wanting to softly recite a poem to unravel his confusion. Patriarch Lü's poems grasp the carefree atmosphere, of course, perfect: I have three beams of a house, living in the spiritual source. No walls permit being carefree. The myriad sights are structural works, covered with blue sky. For many years without leaks, fulfilling karma. Completes the effort to achieve three thousand deeds. Subduing fire dragons and taming tigers, walking on Immortal paths.

Yet thinking again, directly reciting poetry feels abrupt, besides he doesn't understand literary arts, if reversed she'd have to explain word by word, the imagery would be entirely destroyed.

Better to wait, to talk when home.

......…

When returning to Zhang Mansion, it was already late at night.

Chang'an's curfew norms do not open city gates; Chen Yi contemplated wall-jumping directly, but upon deliberation, considering it's the Western Jin Capital City, dragons lurk and tigers hide. If discovered by intentional individuals, that would be troublesome. Further thought led him to have Yin Weiyin use a talisman to transmit a dream to the old master of Zhang Mansion. This method was very effective; within an hour, the Zhang Mansion's housekeeper took an old servant to negotiate and arrange with the gatekeepers, then presented some credentials, prying open a small slit of the gate for the carriage to enter.