The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

On this tranquil night, moonlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting a gentle glow upon Ying Ni's relaxed form. She lazily lounging on a soft recliner, the world seemingly slowing down. Her gaze, gazing across the balcony at the distant horizon, seemed to be pondering profound questions, or perhaps simply savoring this rare tranquility, allowing her mind to relax. The gentle night breeze brought a delicate floral scent, blending with the tranquil night to create an intoxicating atmosphere.

He Qingming emerged from the room, dressed in a light bathrobe. His steps were unhurried, a bottle of aged red wine in one hand and two exquisite wine glasses in the other. He walked to the balcony, leaning against the French window, and gently swirled the bottle. The deep crimson liquid swirled within, emitting an alluring luster, as if telling its history and story. He gently placed the wine on a small table nearby and slowly uncorked it, letting the rich aroma permeate the air, intertwining with the night and moonlight to create a mysterious and romantic atmosphere.

He asked Ying Ni, "Would you like a drink?" His voice held a casual invitation, as if inviting her to share in this peaceful evening. Ying Ni looked up, her gaze settling on the bottle of red wine. A flicker of recognition crossed her eyes. It was a limited-edition French wine released over a decade ago. Its preciousness was self-evident, every drop imbued with the mellowing of time and the meticulous care of the winemaker. She smiled faintly and nodded in agreement, a gesture of appreciation for beauty and cherishment of this moment of tranquility.

She pointed to the seat opposite her and whispered to He Qingming, "Sit down and pour me some wine." Her voice was soft, but with unquestionable firmness, as if at this moment, she was the master of this space. He Qingming smiled slightly, obeyed her wishes, and sat down. He skillfully opened the bottle cap with a corkscrew, and then slowly poured the deep red liquid into two red wine glasses. Every movement was full of ritual. He handed one of the glasses to Ying Meng, and their eyes met at this moment, as if they were silently communicating something. The air was filled with the aroma of red wine, as well as the tacit understanding and tranquility that belonged only to them, as if the whole world had stopped for them, leaving only this quiet night and each other's company.

After careful consideration, Shan Zhizhi finally made up his mind. With a flick of his finger on his phone, he dialed the number he had memorized. The ringing of the phone shattered the tranquility of the balcony. Ying Ni sat in a soft reclining chair, fiddling with an exquisite red wine glass. The dark red liquid swayed gently, emitting a faint aroma. A flicker of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but it quickly gave way to determination. She knew this call could change the course of her life, but she was prepared for anything. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself and prepare for the upcoming challenge.

"Hello, Uncle Shan, what's going on?" Her voice came through the phone, a subtle hint of nervousness. He Qingming sat across from her, his gaze piercing. He reached for Ying Wan's red wine glass and slowly poured some into it, as if silently asking her something. His eyes were filled with concern, as if trying to understand Ying Wan's current mood. He gently placed the glass back in her hand, hoping that this glass of red wine would bring her some comfort.

"Okay, I understand. I'll be right there." Ying Huan hung up the phone, her expression growing serious. He Qingming noticed her change, frowning slightly. He asked with concern, "What happened? Who's looking for you?" His voice was filled with worry; he didn't want Ying Huan to face her difficulties alone. He stood up, walked over to her, and gently held her hand, trying to offer her strength and support.

"Nothing, just some things I need to take care of." Ying Xuan didn't want to worry He Qingming, nor did she want him to get involved in her personal affairs. She stood up, answered casually, and turned to her room. He Qingming watched her leave, and a strange uneasiness welled up in his heart. He didn't know what Ying Xuan would face, but he knew he had to support her. He stood there quietly, watching her leave, silently praying for her to be well.

Ying Ni quickly changed into casual clothes, her movements revealing a hint of urgency. She didn't want He Qingming to see her anxiety at the moment, just wanting to get things done as soon as possible. After changing, she hurried out of the room. He Qingming was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He looked up at the noise and saw that Ying Ni had changed into light clothes. A hint of worry flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it, not wanting to put pressure on Ying Ni.

"Are you going out?" He Qingming asked. Ying Ying replied softly and left. She didn't say much, just a simple response. She walked out the door and into the night. Although she felt a little uneasy, she was more determined and resolute.

He Qingming stood quietly in the living room, his gaze fixed on Ying Ni's receding figure. A pale blue light flickered between his fingers, a clear sign that he was casting some mysterious spell. However, when Ying Ni's figure completely vanished from sight, he suddenly loosened his grip, and the pale blue light dissipated, as if it had never existed. Deep down, he knew he didn't want to use causal analysis to investigate Ying Ni. That would not only be disrespectful to her, but also a way to avoid his own feelings. He knew that although Ying Ni's heart had been untied, the shadow had not been completely erased from her heart; it still lurked somewhere.

He Qingming felt an inexplicable irritation. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within him. He clearly realized that from the moment he stopped Ying Ni from resurrecting Ling Qiao, he had lost the right to demand anything from her, to interfere with her fate. His heart felt like it was bound tightly by invisible ropes, unable to break free. This bondage made him feel suffocated.

Following the compass's guidance, Ying Ni flew off on her sword, her figure tracing a graceful arc across the sky. He Qingming stood there, watching her go until her figure vanished into the horizon. A sense of inexplicable loss welled up in his heart, a profound feeling of powerlessness. He knew he could not change anything.

Ying Ni arrived at the small mountain village guided by the compass. She slowly descended above the village on her sword. As she looked down upon the village, an ominous aura filled her, sending a chill down her spine. A thick, dark, ghostly aura enveloped the village, as if night had fallen prematurely, shutting out light and hope, leaving the small village shrouded in a deathly silence.