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Phantoms’ Mountain Manor Epilogue


Epilogue – The song finished, the people dispersed

The blood that was supposed to flow had already flowed dry, the pond water under the Shedding-word Rock was as clear as before. Mount Wudang was still standing majestically as before; and just as before, it was still admired as the famous mountain of the Taoism, as the holy land of the Wulin world.

The only thing that changed was the people. People were born, people died, there was new, followed by old. Sometimes the transformation between these course of events happened so suddenly.

All the love, all the hatred, all the gratitude and grudges, and all the secrets, were now buried forever along with this sudden change; buried in Lu Xiaofeng’s heart.

Right now he only wanted to find a place where he could be alone, where he could quietly pass his days, let those things that had been buried to be buried even deeper.

He was thinking of going down the mountain while the long night has not gone, but he did not expect that someone was waiting for him down the mountain.

A lone figure standing by the Shedding-word Rock, wearing clothes as white as the snow.

Lu Xiaofeng slowly walked over and said, “Now is the time when the song finished, the people dispersed; why are you still here?”

Ximen Chuixue said, “Although the people have dispersed, the song is not yet finished.”

“What song are you going to blow?” Lu Xiaofeng asked.

“I followed a trail for eight thousand li just to kill a man,” Ximen Chuixue said, “Now this man is not dead yet, I am ready to blow a song to carry him through to his death, using my sword.”

“Are you talking about me?” Lu Xiaofeng asked.

“Precisely you!” Ximen Chuixue replied.

“Aren’t you forgetting that you are not supposed to really kill me?” Lu Xiaofeng asked.

Ximen Chuixue coldly replied, “I only know that Jianghu people have never distinguished between the truth and the false; if you are still alive, that means it’s my disgrace.”

Lu Xiaofeng stared at him. Suddenly he laughed and said, “Aren’t you trying to force me to fight? You want to see whether I can really break your matchless-under-the-heavens sword strike?”

Ximen Chuixue did not deny.

Lu Xiaofeng continued, “I know you are dying to know the answer to this question; I also know that this is the best opportunity for you, but unfortunately you still cannot try it.”

“Why?” Ximen Chuixue could not resist asking.

Lu Xiaofeng’s smile looked tired and haggard; he said indifferently, “As soon as your sword is unsheathed, you will find out the reason; why do you still ask?”

Was he ready to fight back or evade? Did he really consider life or death, honor or disgrace, even more tasteless than the vast and deep clear water in the Shedding-sword Pond?

Ximen Chuixue stared at him for a long, long time. The fog started to rise from the pond, suddenly he turned around and walked into the fog.

“Why don’t you make your move?” Lu Xiaofeng called out.

Ximen Chuixue did not even look back, he simply said coldly, “Because your heart is dead, you are already a dead man!”

“Is my heart really dead?” Lu Xiaofeng asked himself, “Am I really like the dead who can’t accomplish anything anymore?”

These questions, only he knew the answer as well.

The morning fog was dreary and hazy, but light has started to illuminate the eastern horizon. He suddenly puffed out his chest and walked in large strides toward the light.

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