Chapter 290: [The Top of Death and Life] Cold Plums and Plum Blossoms

Xue Meng was lying on the ground, so drunk and confused that he did not know that he had just met the greatest demon in the world. He was still lying on his back in the snow as the snow fell from the top of Kunlun, covering him like willow wisps in spring and reed blossoms in autumn.

After an unknown amount of time, someone with a bright red paper umbrella approached from the snow. Xue Meng squinted his eyes and then he saw a cold, clear face.

"Plum"

Xue Meng grunted, not saying the word "snow", he was too tired.

"Well, it's me." Mei Hanxue said without much ado and helped him up from the floor.

Xue Meng lies on Mei Hanxue's shoulder, but doesn't go, asking instead: "Do you have any wine?"

Mei Hanxue said, "No."

Xue Meng didn't hear her: "Fine, fine, have a drink with me then."

"Don't drink."

Xue Meng was quiet for a while and then snorted with laughter: "Look at you, you dog, before I didn't drink, you dragged me to drink, this time I drank, and you told me no. Are you playing with me?"

"I abstain from alcohol."

Xue Meng muttered a few more words that sounded like curses. Then he pushed Mei Hanxue away and strode off into the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Mei Hanxue, holding her umbrella, looked at his even slightly hunched back and did not pursue him, only asking, "Where are you going?"

He didn't know where he should go, he just hated that there wasn't enough wine to get him drunk.

Mei Hanxue said, "Come back, there's no way ahead."

Xue Meng suddenly stood still, he stood there dumbfounded, after a while he suddenly burst into tears, "I just want to drink some fucking wine and you won't even let me drink it, if you don't drink it, you still lie to me that you are afraid of wine, are you a human being?"

"I'm not lying to you."

Xue Meng couldn't listen and howled, "Are you people?"

""

"I'm not happy in my heart, can't you see that?"

Mei Hanxue said, "I can see that."

Xue Meng froze, then became even more aggrieved, even the tip of his nose was red: "Fine, fine, fine, you don't drink with me even when you see it. Are you afraid that I won't pay you for drinking for nothing?" I'm telling you, I'm not that poor.

As he said this, he actually went to his pocket and took out a pile of coins and counted them back and forth several times, becoming more upset as he did so: "Ah, why is this all?"

Mei Hanxue held the corner of her forehead, apparently with a slight headache: " Xue Meng, you are drunk. You should go and rest first."

Before Xue Meng could answer, there were rustling footsteps behind her.

Another gentle voice rang out, "Brother, what kind of reasoning are you arguing with a drunken man"

At the sound of her voice, a hand in a gauzy sheath reached out, carrying a sheepskin bag and a silver bell on her wrist. Mei Hanxue looks askance and turns her head back

Behind him stood a man who looked exactly like him, only with a deep smile on his face and extremely gentle eyebrows.

"Actually, when you meet a drunk, there are only two ways." The man smirked, "Dunk him, or knock him out."

Mei Hanxue :""

The man said and winked at Mei Hanxue, "I know that big brother abstains from alcohol. You go back, I'll drink with him."

A thin, pale green smoke rises up and dances between the soft, deep, yet confused, emotions.

Snow Walk Palace's Big Brother bedchamber is filled with the strong, expensive scent of dragon saliva, and is covered with white pile carpets that reach up to your ankles, and a gauzy curtain that confuses the morning and evening, as the wind blows the curtain up and the wind falls the curtain down.

Mei Hanxue, barefoot and with her head in her hands, lies on the white pile carpet, her white jade-like toes casually rubbed together, her jade eyes looking at Xue Meng who is sitting cross-legged in front of her, drinking heavily.

After three decades of wine, Mei Hanxue smiles and asks, "Ay, Meng, you are not surprised"

"What's the surprise?"

"There are two of us."

Xue Meng: "Oh."

Mei Hanxue shook her head, "I forgot that you are a very poor drinker and when you are drunk, your head is different from normal people, so there is nothing to be surprised about."

Xue Meng: "Hm."

"I don't know if you've noticed, but that day at the top of Death and Life, it was my elder brother who blocked the sword for you."

"Can't think of any."

Mei Hanxue said, "You have seen his weapon, Shuo Feng. A sword forged of silver basalt iron."

Xue Meng frowned and thought hard, "But the man who took my place in the Great Hall that day was ugly. The weapon wasn't silver either, it was is"

"It's blue." Mei Hanxue nodded understandingly, "Because he was angry that day and he was anxious, so he injected the spirit stream. Usually he doesn't even do much spirit injection, my brother he doesn't really like to do it too hard."

""

"That sword will actually be swapped between the two of us, I have a wood and water spirit core and he has a water and fire spirit core. You'll see the green, red and blue spirit streams sometime, but"

He didn't go on, as Xue Meng didn't seem too interested in it, and halfway through listening he started drinking his own wine, looking faint.

Mei Hanxue narrows her eyes.

Suddenly he felt that Xue Meng did not look like her usual domineering self, but had a coldness about her. This coldness makes Xue Meng look like someone else rather than himself.

But like who?

Mei Hanxue couldn't think of anything for a while, and he didn't bother to think about it. He has always been like the thin streams of smoke exhaled by the golden beast of the Rui brain, lazy, drifting to wherever it is, as if boneless.

Xue Meng drains another sheepskin bag and asks Mei Hanxue: "Is there any more of this wine?"

"There is, but you've had too much already to ask for more."

Xue Meng said, "I can't get drunk on a thousand glasses."

Mei Hanxue then laughed, "Are you sick?" but handed him the wine, saying warmly before giving it to him, "This is the last jug, if I give it to you again, if my brother finds out, he will kill me alive."

Xue Meng just drinks slowly and looks cold.

He is not like Xue Meng.

As he drank, Xue Meng suddenly murmured, "You have a brother."

"Ah." Mei Hanxue laughed, "Or else, it's been half a day, and you saw it too."

Xue Meng's eyes fluttered a little, his eyelashes were long, like butterflies perched on the ground, and he murmured again, "I have a brother too."

"Well, I know."

Xue Meng leans against the beam, sitting cross-legged for a long time, a little numb, he stretches one leg out straight and stares at Mei Hanxue for a moment.

Suddenly, the coldness of his face disappeared, and instead his brow was draped with a brilliant light, but under this light, Xue Meng still did not look like Xue Meng.

He asked with a smile, "Hey, how's your brother treating you?"

Mei Hanxue was a little surprised at his change of heart, was this how the man behaved when he was drunk but still said, "It's fine."

"Hahahaha, you're so shy about words, pretty good how good is he going to melt your weapons for you or cook you a bowl of noodles to eat when you're sick"

Mei Hanxue smiles, "Neither, but he'll hold the women for me."

Xue Meng :""

"I don't really like to see old lovers crying." Mei Hanxue says, "He takes care of the ones I can't handle. He's a lot more straightforward than I am, he's not emotional and he doesn't drag his feet. But he's not very affectionate, so he's not even held a girl's hand at his age."

Xue Meng wrinkled her nose, "What's your brother's name?"

" Mei Hanxue ."

"Same as you."

"The words are different." He smiled, "He's cold cold cold, true to form."

Xue Meng chimes in, "Why are you guys doing this whole thing?"

Mei Hanxue said, "It is convenient to act, and there are things that two people do that are nothing strange, but if all the onlookers think it comes from one person, it will seem very profound. The Palace Master intended for us to do this, so he brought my brother and I up like this."

He said, lifting the lid of the smoker, picking up a silver spoon and fiddling with the embers inside, filling it with some calming spices to keep the cold away, his voice soft.

"He and I always carried human skin masks with us. When he changed into it, I acted in my true form, and when I changed into it, he acted in his true form, for over twenty years."

"You're not tired."

"It's not tiring, it's quite fun." Mei Hanxue smiled, "But my brother probably finds it tiring, he always says I have too many flings out there, causing him to walk around the female cultivators even when he goes out."

Xue Meng had never experienced what it was like to be surrounded by female cultivators, and in fact he felt that he was in a similar situation to Mei Hanxue, a brother who had never even touched a woman's hand at his age.

But there was nothing to show off about such things. He then drank dryly, in silence, without uttering a word.

Mei Hanxue was drunk and out of his mind when Xue Meng suddenly asked him, "Why did you save me?"

The tone of voice changed again, this time actually becoming gentle.

The tenderness on Xue Meng's face is so out of place, more piercing than the splendour of the previous, and earlier, indifference.

Mei Hanxue finally couldn't take it anymore, he sat up, lifted his hand with the silver bell, broke Xue Meng's chin and turned it from side to side, while looking at it, "Strange, it's me, what's going on?"

Xue Meng also did not struggle, let him break himself, a pair of dark eyes quietly looking at Mei Hanxue, after a while, and then asked, "Why help the top of death and life I know you very well"

"Not too well acquainted." Mei Hanxue said, "I played with you as a child, but the people you played with were me one day and my brother the next. In fact, I only spent about ten days with you myself."

"Then why are you willing to take me in?"

Mei Hanxue sighed as he extended a long, slender finger and poked Xue Meng's brow: "You, Mother and Father, saved my mother's life. She was from Shattered Leaf City, and as you know, there are many evil spirits in Shattered Leaf. After she gave birth to our brothers, she sent us to Kunlun Snow Walk Palace, but when the city was haunted by evil spirits, there were many deaths and injuries, and she managed to escape, but she broke her leg."

The newly filled spices have a crisp, fresh fragrance of cedar.

Mei Hanxue smiled, "I was on the verge of dying when I arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, having been displaced and without silver."

His brow is still soft, and the red teardrop forehead pendant glistens on his forehead.

"It was then that Uncle Xue and Auntie Wang came to visit Kunlun Snow Walk Palace for the first time. They met my dying mother, didn't ask her where she came from, didn't take money from her, gave her the best medicine to heal her and carried her up Kunlun Mountain after learning that she had come to find her son."

Xue Meng was speechless for a moment, listening in awe.

After a while, he asked, "So, what happened to your mother?"

"Too sick." Mei Hanxue shook her head and said, "She was still gone. But thanks to my aunt and uncle, we got to see her one last time."

A little breeze blows in from outside, smoke disperses from inside the house and wind chimes ring in the eaves.

The sound is like water.

"All these years, my aunts and uncles kept saying that there was no need to say grace, it was just a hand up. At the end of the day, they had even forgotten about it themselves, but my elder brother and I still remember." Mei Hanxue lifted her turquoise eyes and gave him a peaceful look.

So much time has passed that when he talks about it, the hurt is invisible, only the gentleness.

"That day, it was Uncle Xue who carried my Mother on his back, while Auntie Wang was holding the umbrella next to him, as they were afraid that my Mother would suffer from the wind and cold again. When Uncle and Aunt entered the hall, the first thing they said was not about official business at the top of death and life, nor did they want to make an alliance or friendship with Snow Walk Palace. They asked if there were any twins here from Shattered Leaf City."

The pale golden eyelashes fall, covering the clear blue pools of water.

"To be honest, that was the most remarkable master and wife of the master I have ever seen in my life."

Xue Meng chokes up: "My parents"

Mei Hanxue let out a "hmm" and said, "Your parents."

Xue Meng buries his face in his palm, his shoulders trembling slightly as he cries again, all the tears of a lifetime seeming to be shed in these months of disintegration.

He cried as he finally turned back into Xue Meng.

And it was only at this time that Mei Hanxue suddenly remembered

Just now, he said coldly, "I'm not drunk." That was Chu Wanning.

He said with emotion, "You have a brother too." That's Mo Weiyu.

He said softly, "Why did you save me." That's Shi Mingjing.

Xue Meng is trying hard and awkwardly to remember what they looked like, to recall a little bit of them, a glance or a smile, sitting or standing, angry or annoyed.

In the past he was used to being surrounded by the cold stubbornness of Chu Wanning, the heat of Mo Weiyu and the tenderness of Shi Mingjing. In the past, he had a mentor, a cousin, and a friend. He felt that he deserved it, so he did not cherish it.

But suddenly it rained on us all night, and the mountains and rivers were shattered and the wind drifted.

The rain stopped and he was the only one still in the same place.

They all disappeared.

Xue Meng A man, carrying a jug of turbid wine, drinks it. One becomes three.

He cried, he laughed, he was cold, he was hot, he was tender, he liked them, respectfully, untidily, charmingly.

He thought he had perhaps not expressed himself well; his fondness for his master had always seemed foolish. His fondness for his cousin always seemed sharp. His fondness for Shi Mei always seemed bland.

When the wine is finished, Xue Meng slowly curls himself up, he shrinks so small that his eyes are red and flushed.

He said, "It's my fault I didn't do the right thing."

You come back.

No longer will I be arrogant, no longer will I be arrogant, no longer will I hesitate, no longer will I be indifferent.

Xue Meng whimpered, his forehead pressed against his knees, his whole body shaking minutely as he cried, and he said, "Come back don't leave me alone."

If only the deceased could return, if only everything could start from scratch. He doesn't want the reputation of a proud son of heaven, or the majesty of a young master at the top of death and life.

He just wanted to tell them bluntly and passionately

I really, really love you all and could not live my life without you.

May the spiritual core be used and may it be offered for a thousand dollars.

I would like to give all I have. In exchange for a gathering of deceased people, a long time of pleasure.

Mei Hanxue saw him mourning and sighed, lifting her hand to brush his ear, just as she was about to say something, she suddenly heard a muffled rumble outside the palace, like thunder crushing through heavy clouds, and the earth trembled.

This tremor lasted for some time, as if some huge beast was awakening deep in the snowy plains, ready to spit out its breath and swallow the sun and the moon in one go.

Mei Hanxue was about to leave the house after settling down Xue Meng, when she saw her elder brother striding in, sword in hand, lifting the tent.

When the elder brother's face was sunken and extremely gloomy, "Go to the Great Hall at once."

Mei Hanxue said in dismay, "What's wrong? What was that noise just now?"

His older brother, who was always cool, pursed his lips and said, "A huge mysterious spell formation has appeared in the northeast, and I'm afraid that Patriarch Mo was right earlier, the Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space is about to open."