The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Thin Moon Peak, shrouded in mist like a white veil.

On a sheer cliff, a fringe tree is in full bloom.

The tree was covered with tiny white flowers that hung down like a waterfall. When the wind blew, they fell in a rustling sound, as if a handful of moonlight had been spilled and shattered into thousands of pieces.

The bluestone under the tree was covered with a thin layer of fallen flowers, and it was so soft and silent when you stepped on it that it felt like walking on clouds.

Kunlun Sword Immortal Xie Jinlian sat in a wheelchair.

His legs have not yet fully recovered after being attacked by the Heavenly Dao.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few stray strands brushing against the corner of the book curled at her knees.

The tassel petals drifted down slowly, and he simply tilted his head slightly, gazing at the silvery-white sword light breaking through the clouds in the sky.

The sword light drew ever closer.

The slender figure was held in Yun Boyan's arms, her moon-white robes and silver hair overlapping in the wind, like two petals swept up by the same gust of wind, falling towards the direction of Thin Moon Peak.

Xie Jinlian's gaze followed the figure, from far away to near, from blurry to clear.

His fingers slowly closed on the pages of the book on his lap.

Then he moved.

Yun Boyan felt a sudden emptiness in his arms.

A gust of wind swept past him, so fast that he only had time to catch a glimpse of a pure white afterimage.

Tang Xixue was no longer in his arms.

He looked down at his empty arms, then looked up at the direction of the fringe tree in front of him, and his lips twitched slightly.

"Brother..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because he already sensed it.

The joy emanating from his elder brother was surging into his mind.

That boiling, scalding joy that almost burns through reason.

Like a frozen sea, the pent-up warm currents are surging outwards wildly, unstoppable.

Yun Boyan stood still and took a deep breath.

"It seems that my brother is recovering well."

His voice carried a resigned smile.

Besides his brother, who else could snatch someone directly from the arms of the Holy Son of Moon Brahma?

Kunlun Sword Immortal used all his strength and skills on this.

The Kunlun Sword Immortal under the tassel tree seemed completely oblivious to his younger brother's resentful accusations.

Xie Jinlian gently pulled Tang Xixue into his arms, and the wheelchair slid back half an inch, only to be blocked by a protruding stone root.

He looked down at the person in his arms, his silver-gray eyes filled with the shards of light filtering through the tassels of the trees.

Her hair was still a little messy, blown about by the gale when she flew on her sword. A few strands of hair clung to her cheeks, being lifted up and then falling back down by the wind.

"Weaving."

He called out.

"Master."

Tang Xixue responded, her voice still carrying the slight panting from landing, but the corners of her lips couldn't help but turn up.

She looked up at him from his arms, sunlight filtering through the tassels and falling on his brow bone and bridge of his nose, coating his cool, frosty air with a thin layer of warmth.

Xie Jinlian lowered her eyes, reached out, and gently tucked the few strands of hair that had been blown by the wind behind her ear.

He paused slightly as his fingertip brushed against her earlobe, then withdrew it.

"You must have had a long journey."

Tang Xixue shook her head.

"It wasn't tiring. Ayan flew very steadily. We didn't encounter any major problems, and the trip went smoothly so far."

"If he can't fly steadily, then he should go back and cultivate in seclusion for a hundred years."

Xie Jinlian said slowly.

From afar came Yun Boyan's soft voice: "Brother, I can hear you."

"It's better to hear it."

Xie Jinlian didn't even raise his head.

"Go and make your sister-in-law a bowl of hot soup."

"Oh, I see. What else would you like to eat, brother and sister-in-law? I'll make it."

Yun Boyan asked.

"Anything is fine, Ayan, please make the arrangements."

Upon hearing his words, Tang Xixue immediately felt that her younger brother was truly virtuous.

"It's your decision."

Xie Jinlian knew that her younger brother was a good cook, so she didn't make any further demands.

"it is good."

Yun Boyan responded and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away on the bluestone ground, replaced by the sounds of wind chimes and falling tassels.

It became quiet under the tree.

Xie Jinlian helped Tang Xixue straighten up a bit, letting her lean against his shoulder.

The wheelchair was covered with thick, soft silver velvet cushions, so it wasn't hard to lean against.

The tassel flowers were still falling, and occasionally a few petals landed in her hair, which he picked up with his hand.

"Zhizhi, don't move. Let your teacher... hold you a little longer."

He sat under the fringe tree, catching the spring breeze that had traveled thousands of miles to finally land in his arms.

"it is good."

The snow in Tangxi did not move.

She leaned against his warm embrace, listening to the steady heartbeat in his chest, and immediately felt incredibly at ease.

She no longer needed to rely on the luck of others to sustain her life, but she still really liked the feeling of having her master by her side.

A figure is walking towards us in the distance.

The person walked slowly, his long, silvery-white hair fluttering in the mountain breeze, his shawl trailing behind him in a smooth arc, his steps light as if he were walking on the wind.

Yunmian has arrived.

Her voice arrived before she did: "Oh, hugging so tightly under the fringe tree, aren't you afraid of getting buried by the flowers?"

Xie Jinlian didn't look up, but simply pulled Tang Xixue closer, as if she hadn't heard him.

Tang Xixue chuckled, poked half her head out from his arms, and waved to Yunmian.

"Sister Yunmian!"

Stop waving, I see you.

Yunmian walked to the fringe tree, sat down on the blue stone next to it, and casually picked a fringe flower that had fallen on her knee, and looked at it in her palm.

"The tassels on Bo Yue Peak are blooming beautifully. They're even whiter than A-Lian's face."

Xie Jinlian finally looked up at her.

"What are you doing here, elder sister? Aren't you afraid of chopping down Bo Yue Peak?"

"Come see my brother and his wife being all lovey-dovey."

Yunmian spoke with righteous indignation.

"Is that not allowed?"

"Now that you've seen it, hurry up and leave."

"I haven't seen enough yet."

Yunmian winked at Tang Xixue as she said this.

Tang Xixue laughed out loud and struggled to break free from Xie Jinlian's embrace, but he still didn't let go.

She stopped moving and simply turned her head to look at Yunmian.

"Sister Yunmian, thank you for helping me get revenge last time."

"There's no need to thank us, we're family."

Yunmian spoke.

"Don't worry, I won't let lightning strike Zhizhi."