Flying Dust Chapter 84.2

Flying Dust Chapter 84.2:

 

“I don’t like it there, that’s where he keeps you.” He Yunfeng led Mo Feichen easily through the dense forest and onto the cliffs, his pace was light, with the elegance of strolling through the clouds.

 

Mo Feichen smiled helplessly. That place had indeed made him sad, and had also allowed him to see Jun Wushuang in pain.

 

“My least favorite is,” He Yunfeng led him to land firmly on the cliff, “from the place where he kept you… makes me feel that he cares about you.”

 

Mo Feichen froze, he hadn’t expected He Yunfeng to say that.

 

“Let’s go, go see your senior brother.” He Yunfeng pulled him up, not giving him time to think more.

 

Yu Jin was seriously injured. His knees were shattered, and he would not be able to walk again.

 

Leng Yufang was in tears, on the contrary, Yu Jin appeared unexpectedly calm, seeing Mo Feichen coming in he even evoked a smile, “Here, Feichen, sit here!”

 

He patted the edge of the bed with his uninjured hand.

 

“Senior Brother Yu.” Mo Feichen pursed his lips, his knees were wrapped in gauze, the broken bones had already been removed.

 

“Don’t show me that face.” Yu Jin pinched Mo Feichen’s cheeks, and he grinned in pain, “I ran into Wen Qianliu and still managed to save my life, I must give my dead parents and burn a high incense!”

 

“We… we will try to do something to cure you, we can go find Bai Jingxi!” Or there is the black broken jade, continuity cream and so on. Although I came to this world eighteen years ago, Mo Feichen has not heard of this kind of medicine here.

 

“I don’t care, Feichen, I really don’t care.” Yu Jin looked into his eyes and said word by word, “Do you know what I want to do the most right now?”

 

“What?”

 

“I want to go back to Kun Yun Mountain.” Yu Jin’s smile reminds him of eighteen years ago when he stood under Kun Yun mountain, dry firewood dashingly thrown on the shoulders of this young swordsman, everything has changed yet… everything has not changed too.

 

“Good, I’ll send you back.”

 

“Oh, this is fate between you and me. You send me away from the Kun Yun mountain village, and then also you send me back. There is a beginning and there is also an end.”

 

Mo Feichen laughed, but he couldn’t help his nose from getting sore.

 

Yu Jin may not know, when He Yunfeng let him down the mountain, if he is not worried about Yu Jin’s situation under the mountains, Mo Feichen pressure did not even think about leaving the Kun Yun Mountain, he will be living in the mountains for a lifetime.

 

Then … he will not meet Jun Wushuang, and will not meet Lu Qingmo.

 

His world will always be simple, and then he will lie in bed and sleep until the sun rises.

 

“Senior Brother Yu.”

 

“En?’

 

“You are my Jiang Hu.” Mo Feichen laughed.

 

A few days later, Yu Jin’s leg injury stabilized, Mo Feichen and He Yunfeng drove the carriage back to Kun Yun Mountain Villa.

 

Yu Jin is like a wanderer, the closer you are to home, the more you miss it.

 

When I arrived at the foot of the mountain, Wen Qingyuan stood at the mountain gate and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

 

When Mo Feichen helped Yu Jin out of the carriage, he couldn’t believe that his master would come out to greet this disciple in person, and the once familiar Senior or Junior Brothers and sisters, such as Li Du, all threw their arms and legs to help him when they saw him get off the carriage.

 

Tears suddenly welled up in the eyes of the man who hadn’t shed a tear in decades, and he struggled to kneel down and salute Wen Qingyuan, but was held up by the other side.

 

“Shi Fu… I’m back …”

 

“It’s good for you to be back! It’s good to be back!” Wen Qingyuan held Yu Jin’s hand tightly, although he didn’t seem to care about Yu Jin’s departure for so many years, but for this most ambitious and diligent disciple he has taught, it’s a self comfort to say that he doesn’t feel heartache for him.

 

Li Du personally carried Yu Jin on his back, and even the rooms on the farm were cleaned and tidied.

 

Mo Feichen and He Yunfeng were shoulder to shoulder watching the bustling scene, “Yunfeng, I realized that no matter how many places I’ve been to, the best place is always Kun Yun Villa.”

 

He Yunfeng hugged Mo Feichen, “Because this is where I met you, and it’s also the happiest place in my life.”

 

In the Mirror Water Sect, Leng Yufang walked into Jun Wushuang’s bedroom.

 

“Sect Master.”

 

Jun Wushuang turned his eyes from the dim light of the oil lamp to her, “How is Aunt Leng… your internal injuries?”

 

“Thank you for your concern, Sect Master, it’s no longer serious.”

 

“How long have they been gone?

 

“Four or five days, according to the itinerary, should have already arrived at the Kun Yun Mountain Village.”

 

“En.” Jun Wushuang nodded, his eyes returning to that oil lamp.

 

Leng Yufang pulled out a small piece of paper in the shape of a star from her waist and handed it over to him, “Sect Master, this is what Palace Master Mo gave you before he left.”

 

“Him?” Jun Wushuang took it and gently opened it, on it was a line of small, not very pretty writing.

 

“When I put out the lanterns, I wished for you to be happy.

 

Jun Wushuang blinked and then smiled.

 

Leng Yufang was a bit dumbfounded, it was the first time she had seen Jun Wushuang smile like that, quiet and gratified, nostalgic yet annoyed, but it seemed that he was simply smiling.

 

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