Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 307 They Like Their Martial Uncle the Most

Hearing Xue Lan's slowly approaching footsteps, Master Shen Suan turned around and looked at Xue Lan: "You're here!"

The old man's voice was gentle as he pointed to the stone tablet in front of him: "Take a look at this monument that commemorates merit."

Xue Lan slowly stepped forward. The woman in black did not speak, but instead raised her hand and touched the monument to suppress merit.

The names on them were all engraved with spiritual power, and each one radiated a dazzling golden light.

Xue Lan's fingertips traced over each name, feeling the touch of each stroke beneath her fingertips.

“Those who achieved fame and fortune here are long gone,” Master Shensuan said slowly, looking at the expression on Xue Lan’s face.

“My senior master will one day be like that too.”

Xue Lan remained silent and slowly walked towards the end of the list of names.

Finally, her fingertips touched a familiar name...

The two characters are: Ling Xuan.

Xue Lan's fingertips lingered on the name for a moment, her gray eyes revealing no emotion.

“Uncle-Master…I know.” Xue Lan spoke softly, her tone perfectly calm.

Her tone was gentle, like that of an innocent and naive young girl, but her words brought tears to Shen Suanzhen's eyes:

"I know people will die, I know a lot of people will die."

"I also know that among these dead people, there will be my fellow disciples and teachers, and my close friends."

"But Xue Lan always felt that the time had not yet come."

Xue Lan's voice suddenly became firm: "The Yuanming Realm has not yet reached the point of utter destruction. Uncle-Master, could you please not think too far ahead?"

No matter how tragic the outcome, Xue Lan only wanted these people not to become bystanders too soon.

While looking forward to a bright future, I also excluded myself, thinking that I definitely wouldn't live to see it.

I envision a world of blooming flowers and peace, yet I feel destined to be a stepping stone, a bamboo shoot destined to wither in the long snowstorm, never to reach the glorious spring.

Xue Lan's voice was a little hoarse: "Uncle-Master, I've always thought that people like you are quite cruel."

How could you bear to ruin yourself?

With the deepest longing for spring, I stubbornly left myself forever in winter.

Shen Suanzhen remained silent, but Xue Lan's words pierced his heart like a sharp weapon.

The old man looked at the sky inside the cave, which was not much different from the outside, and something seemed to well up in his eyes.

The immortal blinked gently, and the tear turned into a wisp of mist, unseen by anyone.

The two walked towards the back of the monument and saw Ji Jinjin, who had come to pick them up, at the corner.

Because the training was being conducted within the cave, the woman did not wear her usual armor. Instead, her dark red martial arts uniform was embroidered with black cloud patterns, which swayed lightly and gracefully on the hem of her skirt and dress.

She was a clever woman, and she knew Xue Lan was in a bad mood the moment she saw him. So she didn't speak to Xue Lan, but instead bowed directly to Master Shen Suan: "Auntie greets Senior Uncle."

Shen Suanzhen nodded to Ji Jinjin: "Jinjin has grown up."

If Xue Lan had met Shen Suan Zhenren once ten years ago in the Xuanhuang Cave Heaven, he and Ji Jinjin had truly not seen each other for a long time.

Since the Southern Region Demon Chaos broke out more than ten years ago, and Ji Jinjin succeeded as the commander of the Shengyu Army, this child has no longer been just a disciple of the Xuanhuang Sect.

Ji Jinjin looked at Shen Suan Zhenren, her beautiful phoenix eyes scrutinizing the old man from head to toe: "Uncle-Master, you still need to take care of your health."

"Good, good, good!" Master Shen Suan quickly nodded. The old man watched Xue Lan's figure disappear in front of him, then turned his head slightly and leaned closer to Ji Jinjin.

"Uncle-Master, there's no need to say more. Aunt already knows."

Before Master Shen Suan could finish speaking, Ji Jinjin interrupted.

"Did you offend my senior sister?"

Shen Suanzhen thought to himself, "You know so much about this?"

Looking at the old man's appearance, Ji Jinjin knew that her guess was correct. The woman reassured Shen Suan Zhenren, "My senior sister won't be angry with her elders."

“She just…” Ji Jinjin paused for a moment before speaking, “concern leads to confusion.”

Shen Suanzhen agreed.

Xue Lan is not only prone to confusion due to concern, but she also always sees things very clearly.

When someone hits the nail on the head, it always leaves people feeling helpless.

Ji Jinjin led the way, and after walking for a short while, they saw Xue Lan waiting for them ahead.

Further ahead was the main camp of the Shengyu Army. Xue Lan stood in front of the camp, seemingly lost in thought.

Shen Suan Zhenren walked up to Xue Lan, and the woman in black slowly raised her head and glanced at her.

"Actually, I've always wondered why Mingqiu didn't want to see me one last time back then."

In front of Sheng Yu Army's camp, after more than a decade, Shen Suan Zhenren finally voiced the question that had troubled him for many years, a question that seemed to be a persistent, deep-seated problem.

"I began studying divination in my youth and was the eldest disciple of your Grandmaster Weihe. When I first glimpsed a sliver of heavenly secrets, I cast a divination for myself..."

The old man paused slightly, his tone tinged with regret: "It's about my own inheritance."

"The divination is extremely inauspicious, indicating that my relationship with my master is shallow and I will not have a good end!"

"I didn't believe it at the time."

When Shen Suan Zhenren uttered those words, Xue Lan's fingers trembled slightly.

After passing through the sea of ​​consciousness, the inner demon spoke up: "Look, isn't this the consequence of defying fate?"

“I took in five disciples and used their qi to create the Five Peach Painting. Watching the five peach trees grow lush and leafy day by day, I initially thought that this was just my fate.”

"After that, as my cultivation deepened, I gradually began to fear the so-called destiny. During the worst period, I even considered whether to expel Yuan'er and the others, along with you, my junior disciple, from the sect."

Xue Lan remembered that there was indeed a period of time when Master Shen Suan refused to see her. Every time she went to Suan Dao Peak, it was Gong Yuan who accompanied her.

Xue Lan's memory was somewhat hazy; she only remembered what Zhang Mingqiu had said to Gong Yuan at the time.

The girl's eyes were gentle as autumn water, but she looked at Gong Yuan with reproach in them: "Brother Yuan, give Master some time."

Xue Lan even asked Gan Lin, who was about the same age as her, what had happened.

The little girl was round-faced and had two dimples when she smiled: "My master doesn't want me anymore... Which disciple can be thrown away so easily?"

Master Shensuan gave a bitter smile: "For so many years, I've been thinking about those children..."

"Are you still blaming me for wanting to abandon them back then, for not even wanting to see them one last time?"

"no!"

Xue Lan interrupted Shen Suan Zhenren's words. A smile appeared on the woman's face, but her eyes were filled with tears:

"She's just afraid you'll see her like that."

“Mingqiu, Ganlin, Xiaosong, Yiyi... and Senior Brother Gong.”

"They like their senior brother the most."

Shen Suanzhen's tears finally flowed, and he then broke down in sobs.

Perhaps all these years, he has been waiting for these words.

Waiting for those children to appear in my dreams, waiting for the peach blossoms to bloom again.