In the blink of an eye, nearly three months had passed. On this day, Feng Yiliu leaned on Yao Xintong's shoulder, tears welled up in Yao Xintong's eyes. She held the person in her arms as if she was holding everything, saying, "Senior Sister, rest assured, no matter where you are reborn, I can find you the first time. This time, no one can stop us from being together."
Feng Yiliu's spirit wasn't great, but there was still a smile on her face. "These few months are worth more than my twenty years in the Sword Tomb. Xintong, don't cry. Even if I am reincarnated, I am still me. When I meet you, I will still fall in love with you. Nothing can separate us."
More tears flowed on Yao Xintong's face. In a daze, she felt that the person in her arms was getting colder. Trembling, she reached out to touch Feng Yiliu's breath, only to feel a chilling coldness.
Soon, the stone given to her by Song Weizhi in her palm began to heat up. In her mind, the location where Feng Yiliu would be reborn appeared. Saying farewell to everyone, Yao Xintong went alone to the place where Feng Yiliu would be born.
Song Weizhi and Song Zhixia were also preparing to return to their caves. Before parting, Song Weizhi left a voice transmission stone for Wei Zhao for communication. Wei Zhao and Zhou Qingxue planned to cultivate while exploring the world outside of the Nanming Continent.
Twenty years ago, the Cold Mountain Sword Sect was already one of the four major sects. At that time, Yao Xintong was eighteen years old, the jewel in the palm of the Sect Master, the most favored person in the Cold Mountain Sword Sect.
Feng Yiliu, at the age of twenty, was recognized in Ji Mo City as a cultivation genius and the top disciple of the Cold Mountain Sword Sect. Although she was the highly esteemed top disciple, Feng Yiliu was kind to her Junior and Senior Sisters, always willing to help those in need in the sect. Therefore, she became the object of admiration for countless disciples.
Despite being only twenty years old, Feng Yiliu not only had profound cultivation but also excelled in handling the sect's affairs. She was unanimously recognized as the successor to the sect leader.
Every day, Feng Yiliu practiced her cultivation method from early morning until noon. In the afternoon, she handled the sect's various matters. This routine continued for several years without change. However, it was broken in Yao Xintong's case.
One day, Yao Xintong had been secretly watching Feng Yiliu outside the door for a long time. Feng Yiliu had a faint smile on her lips. How could she not know what the person outside the door meant?
With slightly pursed red lips, Feng Yiliu spoke, "Xintong? If you have something to say, come in. What are you doing sneaking around outside?"
"I'm afraid of disturbing Senior Sister. Senior Sister, I still don't quite understand some parts of the sword technique you taught us a few days ago. How about Senior Sister teaches me again?" Yao Xintong's eyes sparkled as she spoke, not forgetting to cling to Feng Yiliu's arm and act cute.
Good-natured Feng Yiliu stopped the pen in her hand and said softly, "Alright, I won't read it. I'll teach you."
When the two walked into the courtyard, Yao Xintong pulled at the hem of Feng Yiliu's clothes and acted coquettishly, "Senior Sister, can you take me flying with the sword?"
Feng Yiliu reached out and lightly tapped Yao Xintong's forehead, smiling, "Alright, hold on."
Yao Xintong revealed a smile behind Feng Yiliu and reached out to wrap her arms around Feng Yiliu's waist. Standing in front, Feng Yiliu's lips curved slightly, showing that she was already accustomed to Yao Xintong's little tricks.
Finally reaching the destination, Yao Xintong simply leaned in Feng Yiliu's arms and acted spoiled, "Senior Sister, can you teach me sword technique again, hand in hand this time?"
"Sure, whatever you want." Feng Yiliu said gently.
Then, Feng Yiliu grabbed Yao Xintong's hand holding the sword, and practiced the sword technique from that day again. However, the person in her arms seemed completely uninterested in the sword. At that moment, Feng Yiliu felt both amused and exasperated. "Junior Sister, have you learned it?"
Yao Xintong's eyes finally moved, and with reddened eartips, she blurted out, "Huh? Senior Sister taught too fast just now. Xintong didn't learn it. Senior Sister, why don't you teach me again?"
Feng Yiliu put away the sword, but she still held Yao Xintong in her arms. She softly said in her ear, "Alright, I'll teach you slowly this time."
The redness in Yao Xintong's ear intensified. Before she could react, Feng Yiliu's lips suddenly descended. Yao Xintong was unprepared, but her heart was filled with joy. She closed her eyes, allowing Feng Yiliu to kiss her.
Feng Yiliu indeed kept her promise. This time she taught very slowly, but it wasn't about teaching sword techniques. Her kisses fell gently on Yao Xintong's lips, slowly caressing them. When she had teased the person in her arms enough, she deepened the kiss until Yao Xintong's breath became uneven, and then Feng Yiliu let her go.
"How was it? Was it slow enough this time? Did Xintong learn?" Feng Yiliu looked at the person in her arms with a slightly curved eyebrow.
"I-I didn't, Senior Sister. I want to learn sword techniques, but Senior Sister took advantage of me." Although Yao Xintong said so, she held Feng Yiliu's waist even tighter.
"Does Xintong not like how I taught you just now? Then I won't do it like that in the future."
"I didn't say that. Since Senior Sister treated Xintong like this, you can't easily smile at others in the future. Senior Sister can only belong to me."
"Alright, I'm all yours."
Yao Xintong wiped away the tears from her slightly red eyes. The person in front of her seemed to have merged with the one in her memories. Feng Yiliu, reincarnated and born again, was already eighteen years old. Over these years, Yao Xintong had silently guarded Feng Yiliu around the place where she now lived. In this life, Feng Yiliu was born as the daughter of an escort agency, cultivating martial arts since childhood. Even without spirit roots and soul, she still stood out in the crowd. Her parents cherished her greatly.
Yao Xintong has been silently protecting Feng Yiliu over the years. Until now, the words exchanged between them could probably be counted on two hands. She didn't want to disturb Feng Yiliu's peaceful life, but in recent years, whenever other young people appeared around Feng Yiliu, Yao Xintong's heart couldn't help but feel sour. In her mind, Feng Yiliu should belong to her.
At this moment, Yao Xintong looked disheveled, lying on the road they were traveling back to the city. She knew Feng Yiliu well; she wouldn't ignore a woman in distress. Indeed, a few moments later, the sound of a rumbling carriage echoed on the road, and the carriage stopped not far from Yao Xintong.
The person getting off the carriage was the reincarnated Feng Yiliu of this life. Feng Yiliu instructed the escort agency personnel to wait for her and walked quickly toward Yao Xintong's location. She gently helped Yao Xintong up and asked softly, "Miss, what happened? Is there anything I can help you with?"
Yao Xintong's eyes were already red, and the person she had longed for seemed not to recognize her. Anyone in such a situation would feel uncomfortable. Yao Xintong's tears soon slid down from her eyes. She bit her lower lip and calmed herself, able to speak normally.
"My money was robbed by bandits, and I barely escaped with my life. I don't know if the lady can give me a ride; I have no other choice." Her slightly misty voice reached Feng Yiliu's ears.
"Sure, we are heading back to Qin City now. However, it's getting dark, and we need to stay overnight in a nearby town. If you don't mind, you can join us." Feng Yiliu didn't know why, but she felt an inexplicable closeness to someone she had just met as if they had known each other for years.
"I might be a bit abrupt, but I don't have the strength to walk. Can you help me up, Miss?" Yao Xintong's eyes were red, and her face had some dust on it, but it couldn't hide her naturally beautiful appearance.
Feng Yiliu, for some reason, blushed and said, "Of course, Miss, put your arms around my neck."
She then lifted Yao Xintong, who watched Feng Yiliu's slightly red earlobes. With a smile, Yao Xintong felt that, no matter how much time had passed, her Senior Sister was still her Senior Sister.
In the carriage, besides Feng Yiliu, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old maid, Feng Yiliu's servant girl. Seeing Feng Yiliu bringing back a dirty person, the maid, Xiao Lu, didn't look pleased.
"Miss, why did you pick up someone again, and why did you bring them onto the carriage?" Her young miss was good in every way, but too kind-hearted.
"Xiao Lu, mind your words." Feng Yiliu quickly interrupted Xiao Lu's words.
"Miss, please don't mind Xiao Lu. She's not good at speaking. By the way, I still don't know the lady's name?" Feng Yiliu smiled and asked.
Yao Xintong leaned against Feng Yiliu's shoulder, feeling embarrassed. She spoke to Feng Yiliu, "My name is Yao Xintong. Miss, I don't have the strength now. Could you let me lean on you for a while?"
Feng Yiliu smiled, "Of course, Miss Yao. My name is Feng Yiliu. Rest on me for a while; it might take some time to reach the town."
"Okay, thank you, Miss Feng." Yao Xintong said, closing her eyes. Feng Yiliu watched the person leaning on her, her lips slightly curved. For some reason, she felt very close to Miss Yao, and she quite liked having her in her embrace.
On the side, Xiao Lu pouted and stared at Yao Xintong.
After about another hour, the sky was completely dark when Feng Yiliu's caravan finally reached an inn in the small town. Yao Xintong woke up leisurely.
Feng Yiliu looked at the person with sleepy eyes in her arms and involuntarily smiled, "Miss Yao, we've arrived. Can you walk now?"
Yao Xintong didn't get up, her voice somewhat hoarse, "My legs are still weak. Miss Feng, can you carry me? I have no energy left. Can I sleep in the same room with Miss Feng?"
At this moment, an abrupt voice interrupted, "You're daydreaming. You want to sleep with my Miss again?"
"Xiao Lu, don't speak nonsense. Miss Yao, of course, you can. Tonight, we'll share a room. Hold me tight, and I'll carry you down." Feng Yiliu lifted Yao Xintong, her eyes filled with joy.
Xiao Lu's eyes were almost popping out; she always felt that Yao Xintong was a vixen. Whenever Miss encountered her, it seemed like her soul was being charmed!