I Have Countless Past-life Identities-Chapter 119 - 75: 57 Years of History—Song Brahman Mirror Ascends the Great Snow Mountain, Ruan Xiuxiu Acclaimed as Sword Immortal, Bet on the Bottle Generation 1! (Part 3)

A family with two 'True Masters'!

In the remote and bitter Baoping State, this is absolutely unique.

An "Intriguingly Grand and Magnificent Ceremony for the Sword Master's Succession" gradually drew to a close.

Subsequently, Cui Chan, who took over the position of the previous 'Law Enforcement Elder' and now oversees the Demon-locking Forest, Elder Cui. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Met this woman known as 'Baoping State's sword fortune weighs one stone, Yunluan Fairy holds eight dippers' near the Sword Viewing Stele in the Sword Viewing Forest, Ruan Xiuxiu.

They say time is like a blade, carving frost and rifts, yet fifty-seven years have not etched a trace of feeling on this woman's delicate skin and spirited brows.

She remains like a young girl, in a goose yellow dress, moving lightly in shoes and socks, with the sound of the sword bell ringing.

However, Cui Chan is no longer young, with a middle-aged appearance.

Logically, a Primordial Pill master may age but won't appear elderly until a hundred.

Yet for some reason, Cui Chan's temples have grayed, his gaze is melancholy, and even his back is slightly stooped.

Cui Chan looked at his former disciple, slightly bending over with a moment of silence:

"You still can't forget him?"

The yellow-robed Sword Master did not turn back.

Withered autumn leaves were blown by the breeze, settling into the folds of her gown.

The slight breeze parted her hair, and Ruan Xiuxiu quietly gazed as if seeing the shadow of an unforgettable past.

"How can I forget?"

"He lived like a fool, being played with his whole life, despite my all-encompassing efforts, I couldn't rescue him from the sea of suffering for liberation."

"Song Brahman Mirror is 'calamity'; her birth is tragedy, but that shouldn't justify her 'colluding with evil,' seeking foreign enemies, and making Yunluan Mountain the price for the sword pointed at Song Yuan."

"From her angle, his father should die."

"But she definitely should not have made so many people pay for her!"

Ruan Xiuxiu turned her head, with waning interest.

It's as if even the current joys of inheriting the Dao Lineage leader today is completely washed away when mentioning someone or a past matter relegated to memory.

"She was wrong, and just wrong."

"But she shouldn't have led Song Chai Xin into the abyss together."

"What did he do wrong?"

The woman's brow suddenly furrowed, full of sword qi like the moon, staring emptily at Cui Chan, stomping her foot, with eyes holding wrath:

"You've not forgotten her, have you?"

Cui Chan silently felt ashamed:

"Sword Master speaks heavily."

"Since she fell into the 'Black Mountain Celestial Abyss,' that supposedly ancient hall buried his body has grown more solid over the years, perhaps..."

"Another chance to trace his bones?"

"I've already informed the Yunluan Martial Arts Hall disciples to keep a close eye on this."

Bring up this matter, then slightly suppress this Ruan Sword Immortal's anger:

"Remember, if it appears,"

"Immediately..."

"Inform me."

"I..."

"Don't believe he'll die young."

"Perhaps other mysteries lie within that hall?"

Even if it's self-deception,

Ultimately, Ruan Xiuxiu still wants to grasp at elusive dreams.

If it's a 'spirit marriage'...

Let it be done!

Similar to feather-soft snow,

No one knows where it originates...

Falling for countless years.

...

Until after Ruan Xiuxiu left.

Only Cui Chan remained standing before the Sword Viewing Stele, gazing at the sword qi carved full of weathered scars, remembering his master and the three Elders.

Then, taking some jars of spirit wine, he went to the back hill, stood in front of the three graves, quietly pouring spiritual liquid, paying tribute:

"Youth... longing?"

"I'm now in the mortal realm, well into elder age... how could such thoughts remain."

"Ha, rather than say I can't forget..."

"Better say I have a guilty conscience..."

Cui Chan murmured, kneeling before the three graves, remembering the past events, lowering his head, even feeling that there were gods above who couldn't help but shed tears.

...

And at this moment,

Black Mountain City, Outer City.

Jixia dressed in a cyan robe of the official, with a long sword at his waist, exuding heroic spirit, stepped out of the courtyard gate, immediately seeing the neighbor Carpenter Zhang's lively young daughter 'Zhang Yun'.

The girl shy, face slightly red, about to go to the Danxia Hall to start her shift, yet she paused to wait at Jixia's door for a long time, just to say hello.

Seeing Jixia emerge,

About to express thanks,

But the youth simply smiled slightly and said 'morning,' blocking the words.

Thereafter,

Jixia, head held high, strode forward, carried his sword far away, with no nostalgia, gradually fading away!

Zhang Yun felt a bit dazed.

For some reason,

She felt overnight, though his words and demeanor were neither inappropriate,

Yet Jixia...

Was as if he completely became a different person.

Changed, to be completely out of her reach.

Instantly, the dazzling beauty pursed long legs, holding the fine silk fabric, biting her lips, filled with loss.

Today, she deliberately dressed up.

But couldn't...

Draw even the slightest of his attention?

For a moment, Zhang Yun's heart was full of regret.

If her attitude before had been better, less rejecting, would they have had a chance?

Gazing at his retreating figure, the girl felt lost.

...