Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 226: Reincarnation, Love's Grief
The sound of the qin was gentle and ethereal, a seemingly delicate melody that stirred up a tempest in the hearts of the listeners, drawing each person into a marvelous state of reverie.
Chu Yang's heart lake was as calm as water, yet he felt as if he were a bystander, quietly watching the entirety of his life unfold before him. The sights he witnessed left him heartbroken and anguished!
In his youth… the Sky Tower was ablaze; Meng Chaoran, clad in white and wielding his sword, maneuvered through the roaring flames with a face of desperate calm, burying himself beneath the dead bodies to preserve a glimmer of life…
Stepping out of the Sky Tower, he was alone and helpless. At first, inexperienced and trusting of others, he nearly lost his life, fleeing in a sorry state, traveling through dust and wind… Time and again, he was schemed against, time and again pursued; each narrow escape gradually hardened his heart, turning it cold, unfeeling, and ruthless…
In the depths of the mountains, he secluded himself for training, arriving at Iron Cloud, amidst the raging flames of war…
Roaming through the martial arts world, killing and looting, he began his journey as the poison sword martial honor, leaving behind a trail of blood and corpses, as he departed with indifference…
He was not inherently heartless; the first time he killed a person, he vomited for three days… But if he did not kill, he would be killed! In the vast world, he had no kin; he could only carve out his own bloody path to survival…
Until that day, when he discovered a grove of Purple Bamboo, stirring memories of his childhood, lingering and nostalgic, until he encountered a woman in red… What kind of woman was she? Graceful and enchanting, a rare beauty, delicate and slender, yet strong and proud, veiled in a light sadness, yet exuding elegance and nobility…
Every gesture of hers was filled with supreme charm…
She stood before him like a fairy from the heavens…
He still remembered that conversation…
“…”
“…May I ask your esteemed name, Miss?”
“My surname is… Mo, Mo Qingwu…”
“What a lovely name.”
“Is it?” Mo Qingwu’s beautiful eyes were filled with a distant sadness as she murmured: “My mother once said…”
“What did she say?”
“A daughter's heart… Mo Qingwu…”
“A daughter's heart… Mo Qingwu…” At that time, Chu Yang pondered and said, “Your mother truly has a thoughtful heart…”
Qingwu, with the surname Mo in front, changed the entire meaning. A daughter’s heart should not dance lightly. If you dance lightly, you will be despised by others!
This was a name, and it was also a piece of advice from Mo Qingwu's mother, encompassing a mother’s vision for her daughter’s bright future.
“…What a coincidence, you have come to this Purple Bamboo grove again.”
“I love Purple Bamboo…” Mo Qingwu smiled gently, concealing the light sadness in her eyes: “Purple Bamboo was the color I loved most in my childhood, the most comforting color… Truly unforgettable…”
“Really? Haha, me too; I remember when I was young, I grew up among a grove of Purple Bamboo… Later, both the people and the Purple Bamboo disappeared…”
Their voices were soft, but each could hear the nostalgia and melancholy in the other's voice. They could also sense the strong unwillingness and resentment in each other’s hearts… both knowing that the other was filled with unspoken worries.
But at that time, Chu Yang did not know; now he understood. Mo Qingwu's affection for Purple Bamboo was because of his second brother’s Purple Jade Flute in their childhood days…
…
“Brother Chu, you are here again…”
“Back then was like a dream, the Purple Bamboo… was the place of my heart… If I don’t come to take a look, I feel like something is missing inside…”
“Hmm, me too…”
“Brother Chu, if you come next time, will it be this coincidental to meet me again…”
“How so?”
“Ha… it’s nothing…” Mo Qingwu laughed…