Both worlds are like dreams

"Dream again?"

Xue Huang sat on the bedside, looking down, tears falling uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. She covered her chest with her hands, a trace of pain on her face, "I dreamed of a heavy snowfall, and someone I cared about was buried in the snow. My heart ached."

"It was just a dream."

"Why do I always have such strange dreams?" Xue Huang touched her heart. Sometimes, she would feel inexplicably heartbroken, as if she had forgotten some unforgettable memory, but the emotion did not disappear.

"Maybe it was from a previous life."

Xue Huang found it funny. "How painful must that be? Can't you forget it in your lifetime?"

"Maybe your character is not up to standard."

"You are not qualified." Xue Huang stood up, pushed the door open and went straight to Wei Yunzhou's room.

Gu Qinglan and Mo Ruilin would be there as expected, and as expected, Xuehuang saw the three handsome young men when she opened the door. The sunlight shone through the window, covering the three people with their own characteristics, like a beautiful painting.

Gu Qinglan was gentle as water, and aloof from the world. Wei Yunzhou was calm and reserved, cold and proud as ice. Mo Ruilin was noble and elegant, and suave. The three of them sat together, and there was an inexplicable harmony.

"Brother Qinglan, Fifth Brother, good morning." Xuehuang greeted them and sat next to Wei Yunzhou.

"You look good, so your injury must have healed completely." Gu Qinglan said.

Xue Huang nodded, "My injuries have healed, and my internal strength has recovered. If you need me to fight, just let me know."

Mo Ruilin said, "Last time I asked you for help, but you were put in danger and seriously injured. How dare I trouble you again?"

"I haven't seen you for a few days. You have become more polite." Xue Huang said with a smile.

Mo Ruilin smiled but said nothing. However, he was thinking in his heart that if anything unexpected happened to her again, Wei Yunzhou, who had finally become friendly to him, would probably chase him with a sword in hand, right?

Xue Huang's eyes fell on the table, on which was a gold-painted booklet. She asked curiously, "What is this?"

"It's the list of the Xiyue delegation." Gu Qinglan replied.

"Xiyue?" Xue Huang flipped open the booklet and took a look. "Why are you going to Beiling at this time? And Lan Ruofeng on the list... sounds so familiar?"

"Lan Ruofeng," Wei Yunzhou said, "Master of the Tianjian Sect."

"That's right," Xue Huang said, "It's him. The leader of the first sword sect in Xiyue is here too."

"The number one sword sect in Xiyue?" Mo Ruilin asked.

"I have also heard of this Tianjian Sect," Gu Qinglan said, "I heard that the sect is very powerful and has a long-standing reputation in the martial arts world."

Xue Huang explained: "The reason why the Tianjian Sect is called the Tianjian Sect is because of the Ruofeng swordsmanship created by Lan Ruofeng. It is as gentle as the spring breeze, as fierce as the summer breeze, as chilly as the autumn wind, and as sharp as the cold wind. The sword intent is unpredictable, as if the four seasons of breeze are controlled by him. He was only twenty years old when he first entered the martial arts world, but he defeated a group of first-rate masters. In ten years, he went from being an unknown to being the 53rd on the World Martial Arts List. Five years later, he jumped into the top fifteen. He founded the Tianjian Sect in Tianzhi Mountain. The people in the martial arts world and even the sons of kings and princes rushed to become his disciples. In just three years, the Tianjian Sect became the number one sword sect in Mount Xiyue."

“The reason why he can become the number one sword master in Xiyue is not only because of his strong strength, but also because the prince of Xiyue is also Lan Ruofeng’s first disciple.” Wei Yunzhou said.

Mo Ruilin showed a probing expression and asked tentatively: "Brother Wei, what's your ranking on that martial arts list?"

Wei Yunzhou gave him a direct look, and Mo Ruilin instantly retracted his neck and laughed dryly twice, "I won't ask anymore."

Xue Huang laughed and said, "That broken list caused so much trouble that it was torn into pieces ten years ago. Even the person who wrote the list was beaten to his knees and begged for mercy, so none of the masters of this generation are on the list."

"Prince Xiyue is the chief envoy of the delegation. As Lan Ruofeng is his master, it is reasonable for him to follow the delegation. But..." Gu Qinglan looked at the booklet with a hint of doubt, "The other people on the list..."

"You should have figured it out," Wei Yunzhou said, "Fu Yunshen, Lu Chen, Li Qingyu, Qin Ji, these people are quite famous in Xiyue."

Xue Huang acted as Wei Yunzhou's chatterbox and explained in time: "Fu Yunshen and Lu Chen are famous sword masters in Xiyue. Their talents are not much worse than Lan Ruofeng in the past. In a few years, they can create a sword school. And Li Qingyu is the best dancer in Xiyue. Her dance is so beautiful that she looks like a fairy from heaven. Qin Ji is the most talented woman in Xiyue. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs. However, she is good at pipa. Her song "Tears of Departure" is a divine song."

In addition to these four people, there are many other people on the roster. Although their reputations are not as loud as those four, they are also rare masters in Xiyue.

"It may not be that easy for a group of people like this to enter Shangyang City," said Gu Qinglan.

"I guess they want to compete with each other?" Xue Huang said. "Or maybe they just want to show off, but Bei Ling won't let them be so arrogant, right?"

"Of course." Mo Ruilin said. "Bei Ling is not afraid of any opponent. But..." He changed the subject, and his momentum suddenly weakened. "I have confidence in fighting with weapons, but I am not sure about fighting with words."

"Why?" Xue Huang asked puzzled.

"We in Beiling value martial arts, but are weak in literature. Although there are many talented people, there are very few in the country who can compete with Li Qingyu and Qin Ji."

"It may be a little difficult to find someone who is as proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs as Qin Ji, but everyone has their own specialties. You can find eight of the best people in these fields." Xue Huang said.

"What you said makes sense," said Mo Ruilin, "but with eight people against one person, I, Bei Ling, am not as talented as them."

"When an enemy comes, we must fight him. Even though Li Qingyu and Qin Ji are famous, Bei Ling may not be without someone who can compete with them." Xue Huang said.

"You are afraid before the battle." Wei Yunzhou looked at Mo Ruilin with contempt, "You might as well admit defeat as soon as possible."

"Brother Wei," Mo Ruilin said with a smile, "Tell me the truth, can you beat Lan Ruofeng?"

Xue Huang thought to herself: You are challenging Wei Yunzhou's dignity in a fancy way.

Unexpectedly, Wei Yunzhou said very cheerfully: "I can't beat him."

Facing Mo Ruilin's unexpected look, he expressed indifference. Lan Ruofeng was almost fifty years old, and his swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle. Although each of the Guigu disciples of this generation was a genius that only appeared once in a century, it would not be easy to defeat Lan Ruofeng.

Although the people of Guiguzi are proud, they are not arrogant. They recognize the gap between themselves and the strong and admit it frankly. There is nothing to be ashamed of.

If possible, Wei Yunzhou would like to have a sparring match with Lan Ruofeng.

The Guiguzi sect is not afraid of any opponent.

"Brother Wei is always straightforward, but your answer still surprised me." Mo Ruilin said with a smile.

"Lan Ruofeng is the leader of a sect and the prince's master. His status is noble. Will he act rashly?" Gu Qinglan asked.

"That depends on whether Bei Ling has an opponent worthy of him drawing his sword." Xue Huang said.

"Beiling cannot lose," said Gu Qinglan, "and I would like to ask Brother Wei to help find out the detailed information of all the members of the delegation."

Wei Yunzhou nodded to show his agreement.

"That's it for now," said Mo Ruilin, "I have something else to do at home, so I'll take my leave now."

"I'll go back to the Gu Mansion first." Gu Qinglan said.

The two men then stood up and said goodbye to them.

Xuehuang then walked them to the door, but the two of them stopped and looked at her at the same time, as if they had something to say to her.

Mo Ruilin said first: "I will take up a little of Miss Xuehuang's time and will return it to you immediately." After that, he pulled Xuehuang aside.

"what's up?"

"Xingyue said you promised her something and asked you not to forget it."

"What did I promise her?" Xue Huang looked at Mo Ruilin in confusion.

"I wanted to ask you that, too." Murilan said with a smile. "She didn't tell me. What's so secretive about you?"

Xue Huang thought about it and realized that Mo Xingyue was probably referring to what she said in Wangxing Tower about going to Taiji Hall to find her.

"It's a small matter," Xue Huang said, "Tell her I can do it today."

"Then I'd like to thank you on her behalf."

"You are welcome."

Mo Ruilin looked a little strange, and said: "Xingyue is a little naive, and sometimes she can't see things clearly. Can you be more tolerant of her?"

Xue Huang tilted her head, becoming more confused.

"I mean, Xingyue has always had special feelings for Qinglan. With her personality, she will definitely cause you a lot of trouble."

"It's just drinking, it's not a big deal." Xue Huang said.

"Although she is my sister, I know that the person in Qinglan's heart is not her. I also hope that she can recognize this as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary troubles. But feelings are not something that can be let go easily, so I hope you can be more tolerant of her."

"She is the sister you care about the most. I know my limits." Xue Huang said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll go first." Mo Ruilin walked to Gu Qinglan with a smile, whispered something and left.

Xue Huang also walked up to Gu Qinglan and asked, "What did he say to you?"

Gu Qinglan smiled, as warm as the spring sun, "Nothing."

"Do you want to know what he told me?"

"I can not guess it."

"He said Mo Xingyue likes you." Xue Huang said directly.

Gu Qinglan was stunned when he heard this, and then said: "I know her feelings for me, but I have absolutely no feelings for her."

Xue Huang raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

"You don't believe it?" Gu Qinglan asked.

"Of course I believe you." Xue Huang said with a smile. "Brother Qinglan, the moon is full tomorrow. Do you have time? Shall we go to Bi Bo Lake to enjoy the moon?"

"Okay." Gu Qinglan said. "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow then." Xue Huang waved her hand and ran back to Jinxiu Tower with a smile.

Gu Qinglan watched her leave with a smile on his face.