lcionline Chapter 219 Calm
Chapter 219 Calm
This emotion was like a breeze that quietly blew across the calm surface of a lake, gently stirring up circles of tiny ripples.
The ripples seem insignificant, as if just a casual caress of nature, but their existence is like the twinkling stars in the night sky, which cannot be ignored.
Fang Congyi's eyes were like those of an eagle soaring in the sky, sharp and observant, and no movement could escape his gaze.
No matter how weak this emotion was, as long as it dared to cause a ripple on the tranquil lake, it would immediately be captured by Fang Congyi's sharp eagle-like eyes.
The feeling is like being on a vast and calm lake, the water is as clear and transparent as a huge smooth mirror.
In this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, an extremely small stone was gently thrown down.
The sound it made when entering the water was so slight that it was almost imperceptible if one did not listen carefully; and the ripples it caused were also so tiny that they merely created faint circles of water ripples on the calm, mirror-like surface.
These water ripples slowly spread out in all directions, so slowly that it seemed as if time had frozen at this moment.
They blended with the surrounding lake water and eventually returned to their original calm state, as if the small stone had never appeared.
However, despite being so brief and weak, the impact of this stone was real, like an elf that inadvertently broke into a dream, adding a subtle but unignorable aura of spirit to the entire picture.
At the moment when the inconspicuous little stone touched the mirror-like water surface, it seemed as if time had stopped for a moment.
Then it quickly sank into the water, causing only a circle of extremely tiny, almost negligible ripples.
This circle of ripples spread outwards like a shy little girl, trembling gently, but soon disappeared into the vast surface of the water without leaving any trace, as if the brief and weak fluctuation just now had never happened.
This ripple is like a twinkling meteor in the night sky. Although it is so small that it is almost imperceptible and fleeting, as if it is just a momentary illusion, its existence is so real that no one can ignore it.
However, even if the ripple was extremely weak and could be extinguished at any time like a candle in the wind, it still could not escape from his eyes that were as sharp as an eagle, able to see through all clues and good at capturing any tiny details.
His gaze was like a flash of lightning, which could easily penetrate darkness and fog, revealing everything hidden deep within.
No matter how small the change is, it will not escape his eyes.
His gaze was like a flash of lightning, shooting straight at the surface of the lake. It seemed to possess a mysterious power that could easily penetrate the seemingly calm surface of the lake and perceive the most subtle and imperceptible fluctuations and changes hidden in the depths.
At this moment, everyone's attention was drawn to Fang Congyi. His once-dark, sword-like brows were now slightly furrowed, like two tightly twisted ropes, exuding a solemn aura. At the same time, his eyes, as deep as the endless starry sky, flickered with a heart-pounding, questioning light. This light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, instantly illuminated the surrounding darkness, making its presence impossible to ignore.
Fang Congyi pondered: What's going on with Lu Yan? Why did he suddenly have such a strange expression? Did something unexpected happen? Or has he discovered some unknown secret? A series of questions flooded his mind, causing Fang Congyi's brows to furrow deeper and deeper, as if he wanted to lock away all his confusion.
What was going on? Had something truly unexpected and unimaginable suddenly occurred? Or had Lu Yan been deliberately concealing some deep, hidden secret, known only to him? Perhaps these secrets concerned vital interests, or perhaps they involved a past that was too painful to recall. In either case, it was enough to pique curiosity and doubt, an urgent desire to uncover the truth.
Countless questions surged in like a flood, instantly drowning Fang Congyi's thoughts. These questions, like a tangled mess, entangled his heart, leaving him feeling an indescribable heaviness and confusion. Each question was like a sharp sword, piercing the most vulnerable part of his heart, forcing him to immerse himself in deep thought.
Fang Congyi's brow furrowed, his eyes confused yet focused as he tried to unravel a clear thread from his chaotic thoughts. However, those questions, like naughty children, always slipped away just when he was about to grasp the key, leaving him with nothing again and again. But he didn't give up, still persistently searching for answers in this ocean of thought.
Could it really be because of what he had just said? Fang Congyi frowned slightly, thinking to himself. He looked into the distance with a confused look, as if trying to find the answer to his question through the layers of fog.
Thinking back on what had just happened, he couldn't help but feel a wave of regret. Perhaps he had been too blunt and inconsiderate of the other person's feelings; or perhaps his words had betrayed some inappropriate emotion, leading to this awkward situation.
Fang Congyi sighed softly, his hands unconsciously clenching. He knew that sometimes a single word could change a lot, and right now, it seemed like he was in trouble because of those few words. However, it had already happened, and no amount of regret would help. The key was to find a way to make up for this mistake.
His face, already brimming with concern, now furrowed its brows even more tightly, his thick, inky black eyebrows seemingly twisted into a rope. His gaze, like a straight arrow, shot directly at the figure not far away. The figure sat quietly on a slightly cold stone bench, his posture erect yet revealing a subtle hint of fatigue. It was Lu Yan, who seemed to be taking a short break, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing steady and long. Yet, even so, his tense torso and slightly clenched fists revealed that he had not yet fully relaxed.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Yan. He had his eyes slightly closed, as if the outside noise, chaos, and even the entire world had been isolated from him, and he was completely unaware of what was happening around him.
Fang Congyi, standing beside him, stared at Lu Yan with a sharp and profound gaze. Although Lu Yan's face seemed calm and peaceful, Fang Congyi could clearly sense the slightest hint of something strange hidden beneath the calm.
Lu Yan's tightly closed eyes and that unusually calm face were like a thick veil, concealing his true feelings. However, for Fang Congyi, who possessed extraordinary insight, this veil could not completely block his sight of exploring the truth.
Through Lu Yan's seemingly expressionless face, Fang Congyi clearly sensed a trace of indescribable fatigue. This fatigue did not come from physical fatigue, but from the deep pressure of the soul; it was like an invisible shackle, tightly binding Lu Yan's soul, preventing it from stretching freely.
At the same time, there was a faint pain that slipped through Lu Yan's brows. This pain was like a ghost in the dark night, quietly emerging and quickly disappearing, making it difficult to capture its exact trace. However, Fang Congyi, with his meticulous observation skills, successfully captured this fleeting moment.
She involuntarily quickened her pace, hurried forward. Soon, she reached Lu Yan and stood firmly in front of him. Then, she bent her slender waist slightly, leaned close to Lu Yan's ear, and asked softly in an extremely gentle tone, "How are you feeling now?" Her voice was as soft as a breeze blowing across the lake, rippling the surface, or like the twinkling stars in the night sky, soft and warm. It was as if she was afraid that any loud noise would disturb the person in front of her who looked so fragile, as if the wind would blow and she would fall.
At the same moment, his deep, pool-like eyes revealed traces of worry and concern without reservation. The worry was like the morning mist on the lake, gradually enveloping his gaze; and the worry was like the flickering stars in the night sky, dotting the sky.
She, like a lithe butterfly, slowly approached Lu Yan. Each step was incredibly gentle, as if she were treading not on solid ground but on a layer of ice as thin as a cicada's wing, which would break with the slightest effort, thus disturbing the person she longed for so deeply. Her steps were so small, so slow, that it felt as if time had frozen in that moment.
At that moment, Lu Yan stood there quietly, leaning slightly forward, his head gently lowered. His lustrous, black hair had lost its usual neat hold, a few strands playfully falling from his forehead, fluttering like black silk, just enough to cover a portion of his face. Yet, even so, one could still clearly see that his once handsome face now appeared pale and feeble. He closed his eyes tightly, as if unwilling to let the outside light disturb his inner peace. Beneath his closed eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings, revealing a subtle sense of unease and tension. His once rosy lips were now pressed tightly into a straight line, bloodless, as if he was trying his best to endure something. He looked like a small tree struggling in a storm, struggling to stay upright, but unable to hide its precariousness, as if it could be swallowed by unknown pain at any moment.
But now he is much better than before
Just now, he looked extremely weak, as if he would collapse and die in the next second.
But in the blink of an eye, he seemed to have regained his vitality. Although he could not be said to have fully recovered, at least he was no longer dying and on the verge of death like before.
"Much better now. Thank you for your resurrection pill. If it weren't for this miraculous medicine, I would have died here."
Lu Yan's face was still pale, but he still held up his body and looked at Fang Congyi gratefully.
However, as he changed the subject, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he remembered something important, and his voice paused.
For a moment, the surroundings fell into silence, with only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves.
As an extremely precious and rare elixir, the price of the Resurrection Pill on the market is simply staggering.
Such a high price is undoubtedly an insurmountable gap for many independent cultivators, and they can only sigh in despair and be discouraged.
Although Lu Yan didn't know how much wealth Fang Congyi had, based on his current strength and financial situation, buying an expensive item like the Resurrection Pill was simply a fantasy for him.
So when Fang Congyi gave him such a precious resurrection pill, Lu Yan felt more panic in addition to gratitude in his heart.
At this moment, various thoughts kept emerging in Lu Yan's mind. He knew very well that the value of this gift was extraordinary and he was simply unable to afford it with his current ability.
The more I thought about it, the more guilty and uneasy I felt, so much so that I lowered my head unconsciously and bit my lips until they turned pale, as if only in this way could I slightly relieve the tension and embarrassment in my heart.
At this moment, there was a muffled "bang" sound. It turned out that Fang Cong couldn't help but knocked Lu Yan's head lightly with his hand, and said with a hint of anger.
"Ah, what are you doing?"
The sudden attack made Lu Yan, who was caught off guard, subconsciously raise his hands to cover his head, and at the same time, with a look of astonishment on his face, he shouted to Fang Congyi:
"Hey, why did you hit me?"
However, facing Lu Yan's questioning, Fang Congyi crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning leisurely against the stone table beside him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a half-smile.
She just quietly watched Lu Yan's slightly embarrassed appearance. Lu Yan's hair was disheveled and his face was a bit confused and aggrieved. He looked really funny.
Perhaps because he was infected by the funny scene in front of him, Fang Congyi finally couldn't help laughing out loud.
The hearty laughter was like a spring breeze blowing past Lu Yan's ears, causing him, who was originally a little annoyed, to stand still on the spot for a moment, as if he had been cast under a spell and could not move.