Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

She hummed a few times and muttered to herself that she wasn't afraid because the general was watching her.

Fu Xuan didn't choose one; he asked Yu Chen to pick one that suited him. Then, he happily took out his money to pay, held the item in his arms, and his eyes shone with light.

Yu Chen, with his hands behind his back, followed closely behind Fu Xuan, his eyes always fixed on the girl's head.

It was somewhat inappropriate for them to run around in the street like ordinary children, so they continued on and found a quiet little park. There were few people around, but a few kites were floating in the air.

They were probably out having fun during the spring outing...

A child-like fellow flying a kite alone, a young couple deeply in love, and two elderly people sitting side by side in the woods.

A few people walked by, but they didn't attract much attention.

Bai Lu, holding up a kite large enough to cover her, looked up at Jing Yuan and said, "General, teach me!"

Jingyuan smiled as he took the kite, slowly stretched the string, and then held Bailu's little hand tightly, leading her to run slowly and pull the large kite along.

Jingliu found a quiet spot to sit down and quietly watched the two people, his eyes filled with strange emotions that were hard to understand.

It seems... to have a hint of pampering?

The incredibly intelligent Grand Diviner learned the technique with just a glance. She pulled up the kite, ready to make her move, but then turned to look at Yu Chen, who was staring at her expectantly.

She blinked, pursed her lips, and smiled faintly.

"My husband... teach me~"

Yu Chen's face immediately lit up with a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum. He happily moved behind her, gently took her small hand, and started running with her...

Let's work together!

...

The Sword Saint, who neither let go of the kite nor knew how to fly it, successfully made a fool of himself.

He carried Fu Xuan and ran wildly, managing to keep the thing from floating away.

Yu Chen turned his head and glanced at Jing Yuan, who was holding Bai Lu tightly, raising the kite high with her and laughing happily, and fell into deep thought.

When did this guy learn to fly a kite?

Fu Xuan sighed, then grabbed her silly husband's hand in return. Her small hand wrapped around his large one, which looked slightly out of place.

She leaned against Yu Chen's chest, slowly pushing against him as she backed away, whispering, "Go with my rhythm, take it slow..."

As it turns out, the Grand Diviner remains excellent.

Yu Chen looked down at the kite soaring high in the sky, then grinned foolishly at her.

He felt no shame or embarrassment; he just thought his wife was incredibly capable, and he was happy about it.

Looking at his simple and honest appearance, Fu Xuan couldn't help but smile and give him a reproachful look, then reached out and touched his face.

"Wife, come here, I'll carry you and fly you a little higher!"

"Just add more lines..." she murmured softly, but her hands took the body from her and she leaned against Yu Chen as he lifted her up.

"The wind is really strong," she said.

"Then I'll have to hold you tight, lest you fly away with the kite!" he muttered to himself.

"Tighter~" she laughed.

"I'm afraid it will hurt you..." he sighed softly, and smiled.

Jingliu's gaze shifted to the two of them. He paused for a moment, then turned back and saw a tall, smiling man and a haughty little child standing in front of him.

She asked calmly, "What? Is that enough?"

Bai Lu sniffed and muttered, "It's your turn! Go on, I'll have to play for you again after fifteen minutes!"

As she spoke, she squeezed in next to Jingliu and sat down.

Jingliu stared silently at the doll sitting close to him, feeling slightly puzzled.

Bai Lu pouted and snorted, "The general is still waiting. How long do you want him to wait?"

As he spoke, Jingyuan stretched out his hand and placed it squarely in front of Jingliu.

She turned back to stare blankly at her now tall and imposing little apprentice, when Bai Lu suddenly gave her a gentle nudge to the waist.

Jingyuan's gaze was gentle. She suddenly smiled absentmindedly, and a ripple of emotion stirred in her cold, stagnant red eyes, like tender feelings swirling, round and round...

"Jingyuan, I'll release it~"

"It's alright, Master, you can just pretend you don't know how."

Jing Yuan silently tightened his grip on her hand, gently pulling this rare beauty into his arms, his expression remaining serious.

"Let's get started!"

“Okay…” she smiled very gently.

...

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the kite, dyeing the silk threads gold. The light flowed onto my hands, where I wiped the sweat from my forehead and then rubbed my cheeks red.

After putting away the kite, Fu Xuan treasured it, holding it in his arms and protecting it carefully.

Bai Lu... Bai Lu also treasures it, but the kite is too big, and she can't keep it on her head all the time, so she lets Jing Yuan hold it.

We walked onto a secluded path, surrounded by old, moss-covered, gray-blue walls that exuded the charm of time.

The yellowish sunset gilded it with a layer of golden red, yet added a touch of twilight.

Yu Chen yawned, but what he was thinking was that this alley was probably not even as old as him.

Oh...it's for sure.

"I don't know if this place has been built for half my age or not."

"This place... I remember it was called Qingmu Lane, it's about four hundred years old..."

"Speaking of which, Yu Chen, don't you remember?" Jing Yuan suddenly asked, looking at him.

Yu Chen blinked, looking a little confused.

"Remember what? I was here four hundred years ago?"

"...Never mind, forget I said anything."

Jing Yuan stared at him for a while, then chuckled for some reason and shook his head.

Yu Chen's brows furrowed even deeper; it was truly unsettling to hear someone only say half of what they meant.

"Jingyuan, I'm warning you, don't be a riddle reader!"

The general chuckled, looking at him with a subtle expression, then glanced at Fu Xuan before asking firmly, "Are you sure you want me to say it?"

Judging from your appearance, you really don't seem to care about what happened back then.

But it has indeed been quite a while, so it's normal to forget.

"That incident from back then? What incident? Explain yourself clearly!"

Yu Chen was a little annoyed; his mysterious demeanor made him want to punch him.

Fu Xuan's ears perked up discreetly. Jing Yuan's posture, coupled with the meaningful look he had given him earlier, made him quite curious about what happened to Yu Chen hundreds of years ago...

Chapter 282 How Much Do We Know About the Past (Part 1)

"That's what you asked me to say..."

Jing Yuan smiled slightly, looked up at the sky through the alley at a 45-degree angle, and his golden eyes gradually fell into reminiscence.

"I remember it was after you went to support Yaoqing in a major battle, and then you rested for a few years..."

...

Four hundred years ago.

Jing Yuan gazed at the Sword Saint, whose overwhelming aura of blood was undisguised, and sighed imperceptibly, a smile playing on his lips.

"A triumphant return, Yu Chen."

The cold-faced swordsman glanced at him, snorted, and ignored him.

"Wait until I find you for a drink."

When Yu Chen finished getting ready to go find Jing Yuan, he immediately took him to Qing Mu Lane, which had only been built not long ago.

"I'm here to have a drink with you."

"Oh right, I didn't say I wasn't going to take you... Wouldn't it be better to have some snacks along the way?"

"Then why not just go to Jinren Alley?"

"Hey... this new alley, new things, new people, new events, it's here to ward off bad luck..."

"Look at your fierce face! Anyone who didn't know better would think you were some heinous criminal who had escaped from prison."

"Hmph..." He snorted coldly, slightly annoyed, but seeing that his brother's intentions were at least good, Yu Chen didn't bother to argue.

As long as I can drink alcohol, it's fine!

It had only been built a short time ago, so it was naturally bustling with activity.