Chapter 333: Clues

The bookstore is not large, but the decor is exceptionally exquisite.

Wu Xiangyi entered the bookstore and looked at the displays inside, which held various books.

The dark red bookshelves exuded a faint, delicate fragrance, and the bookstore's female owner was holding a book, reading it attentively.

Wu Xiangyi looked at these books, her eyes filled with a look of nostalgia.

She picked up a book and began to read it seriously.

The title of the book was "Ji He".

Sure enough, the Fenglan here is the same Fenglan as the one from their place.

In the Fenglan of the Wu Kingdom, there is also a book called "Ji He".

This book tells the story of a woman named Ji He who saved a distressed general; the two spent a wonderful night together and eventually stayed together for life.

Fenglan is different from the Daxia Clan Royal Court.

If it were the Daxia Clan, this story would certainly be about saving a down-and-out scholar, but the Fenglan version is about a general.

"Huh?" Wu Xiangyi was slightly stunned, "I didn't expect that there would also be a copy of 'Six Records of Yuefu' here."

In the Fenglan of the Wu Kingdom, this book only exists as a single unique copy.

Back then, when Wu Xiangyi wished to become a disciple of Qi Lin, she used this book as a gift.

I never expected to be able to see a book that is a unique copy here.

Her heart was filled with deep emotion.

Touched by the scene, her mood became somewhat unusual.

Suddenly, Wu Xiangyi thought of something.

"Owner, do you have the 'Luofan Sutra' here?" Wu Xiangyi asked.

In her heart, the "Luofan Sutra" has a special significance.

Back then, the Tai Nan Si Gui broke into Fenglan, wanting to abduct her.

It was her husband who took action, holding the "Luofan Sutra" in his hands and using the pages of the book to Slay the four ghosts.

At that time, she told Qi Lin that if Qi Lin used the "Luofan Sutra" as a betrothal gift, she, Qingquan Princess, would be willing to marry Qi Lin and provide the bones of an Immortal as a dowry.

At the time, Qi Lin did not agree, which made her very disappointed.

Later, after a moment of intimacy, Wu Xiangyi once asked her husband why he was unwilling to agree to her back then.

Her husband's answer was that he could not yet accept such an exchange of interests, especially from a woman he was quite fond of.

Her husband's answer was quite inconsistent with the style of a monarch, but Wu Xiangyi was quite moved when she heard this at the time.

After all, according to her husband's words, in his eyes, she was far more important than the bones of an Immortal, and she held an important place in his heart.

Isn't that what women like?

After the subsequent ups and downs, she and her husband eventually got married.

The "Luofan Sutra" was like a token of their love for each other.

She has always treasured that copy of the "Luofan Sutra".

"Owner, do you have the 'Luofan Sutra' here?" Wu Xiangyi asked subconsciously.

"'Luofan Sutra'?" A strange look flashed in the female owner's eyes, "Isn't it the 'Luosen Sutra'?"

Wu Xiangyi was slightly stunned, then immediately understood; this is a book that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is most normal for errors to appear.

"Yes, 'Luosen Sutra' is fine too." Wu Xiangyi smiled.

The female owner also smiled: "You are really lucky. This afternoon, a couple also came to buy the 'Luofan Sutra'. I talked to that young man for quite a while before confirming that what he was looking for was the 'Luosen Sutra'."

Why is it that recently, people keep calling the "Luosen Sutra" the "Luofan Sutra"?

The one you are looking for is the "Luosen Sutra", right?"

The female owner handed a book to Wu Xiangyi.

Wu Xiangyi took the book, and the content inside was indeed the "Luofan Sutra".

"Owner, is this really the 'Luosen Sutra'?" Wu Xiangyi could not help but ask; her body trembled slightly, and her heart palpitated inexplicably.

"It is." The owner beamed, looking very kind, "The country has certified it; it is the 'Luosen Sutra', right?

Little girl, you and that man wouldn't happen to know each other, would you? You both got the wrong book title."

In this world, there are quite a few people who pay attention to Fenglan, but definitely not many; it belongs to a niche group.

Among them, the reputation of the "Luosen Sutra" is not great; it is just an Ordinary Orchid book, and not many people know about it.

Now, for two people to get the book title wrong in one day is indeed a coincidence.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a beautiful girl next to that young man, the owner would have wanted to play matchmaker and have the two meet.

Wu Xiangyi held the book, her heartbeat involuntarily accelerating.

"A coincidence?"

Wu Xiangyi could not help but think to herself.

However, an inexplicable impulse and hope arose in her heart.

"Owner, what kind of person was that young man?" Wu Xiangyi asked.

According to what the owner said, in this world, this book is officially certified as the "Luosen Sutra", so logically speaking, no one would read it as "Luofan Sutra".

Of course, it is also possible that it is purely a coincidence.

"Him?" The owner recalled, "Thin and tall, quite handsome, very charismatic, and like us, he is a Daxia person.

But beauty, he already had a girl following him by his side."

The information obtained was very simple and had no key points.

A look of disappointment appeared on Wu Xiangyi's face.

Perhaps, it was just a coincidence.

If she were not leaving tomorrow, she might still be willing to stay here to get to the bottom of this matter.

However, the threat to her life was right before her eyes; if she did not leave tomorrow morning, she might not be able to leave at all.

Moreover, even if she did get to the bottom of this, it would not lead to any important result.

"By the way, that young couple came by two hours ago; they went to the Fenglan Gu Mu..." the proprietress said casually.

"Thank you, boss." Wu Xiangyi cast aside that peculiar feeling in her heart.

She had only come here to take a look, and then she would wait until tomorrow morning to leave this place.

Leaving the bookstore, Wu Xiangyi strolled around Fenglan Pavilion for a while longer.

Most of the people who came to Fenglan Pavilion were young men and women.

Wu Xiangyi went to a clothing store, and then to a snack shop.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at the Fenglan Gu Mu.

The Fenglan Gu Mu has a very beautiful legend in Fenglan.

Every year, on the day before the Fenglan Temple Fair, many young men and women come to the side of the Fenglan Gu Mu to write their wishes on wooden plaques and hang them on the Fenglan Gu Mu.

Rumor has it that the Fenglan Gu Mu will grant everyone's wishes.

Wu Xiangyi looked up at the Fenglan Gu Mu.

Hanging on the tree were dense, hundreds, if not thousands, of wooden plaques.

"Beautiful lady, would you like to hang a wooden plaque?

It's very cheap, only one hundred." A young clerk nearby was promoting them.

However, the young clerk's words did not enter her ears at all.

Her gaze fell upon one of the plaques, and her eyes held a look of shock and agitation.

That wooden plaque had only four characters on it.

"May all things be at peace."

Yet, that handwriting, that aura—Wu Xiangyi was incomparably familiar with them.

Once, for countless days and nights, she had sat beside him, adding fragrance with her red sleeves, grinding ink for him, her heart aching for how hard he worked on state affairs.

His handwriting was the thing Wu Xiangyi was most familiar with.

She rose quickly and moved a little closer to the wooden plaque.

"Beautiful lady, you can't just walk in; you have to pay!" the clerk hurriedly said from the side.

But at this moment, a banknote landed in his hand, and his agitated expression vanished.

"Beautiful lady, you can't just take the wooden plaque," he cautioned again, though he lowered his voice and whispered, "If you want to take it, that's a different price."

But at this time, Wu Xiangyi ignored him entirely.

All her attention was fixed on that one wooden plaque.

The four large characters "May all things be at peace"—their brushwork and their spirit could be said to have a similarity of over seventy percent.

However, she felt the four characters on the plaque were even more ethereal than those of her husband.

Over these thousand years, she had seen many instances of handwriting that were close to her husband's, but very few that matched the spirit as well.

And she had never seen one that matched the spirit this closely.

"Husband, is it you?"

Wu Xiangyi reached out her hand, touching the grain on the wooden plaque, her heart a complex mix of emotions.

The handwriting and the spirit were very similar, yet there were also clear differences.

"Who hung this wooden plaque?" Wu Xiangyi looked at the clerk.

The clerk suddenly felt his mind inexplicably shaken, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Two hours ago, a young couple; the tall and thin handsome man wrote it."

Because that young couple looked exceptionally extraordinary, and it had only just been hung up, he remembered.

Tall and thin? A young couple?

Wu Xiangyi suddenly remembered the couple the bookstore owner had mentioned.

Could it be that they were the same person?

If the Luofan Sutra were a coincidence, she would not care much.

But now, what if one added the similar handwriting?

However, her husband had long since fallen, dying in her arms; that could not be fake.

Could it be a conspiracy?

Or perhaps?

Wu Xiangyi suppressed the agitation in her heart, forcing herself to calm down.

"What, you're not leaving tomorrow morning, you want to find someone?" Ana looked at Wu Xiangyi beside her, revealing a look of surprise.

"I have a thirty percent certainty that my husband is here; I must find him!" In Wu Xiangyi's eyes, a rare glimmer of joy could be seen.

Beside them, Lin Moyu watched the two talking without interrupting.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, if I remember correctly, your husband, the Martial Emperor Qi Lin, already fell a thousand years ago.

The handwriting and the Luofan Sutra you mentioned are most likely coincidences."

Ana advised from the side.

Just a moment ago, they were still discussing how the dead cannot return to life.

Wu Xiangyi's husband, that Martial Emperor, though strong in power, was still just a martial artist.

After dying, how could he possibly be resurrected?

Moreover, this place is suspected to be the No-Distance Land.

A mere martial artist, how could he have survived here until now?

Ana believed this was absolutely a coincidence, or even, a conspiracy.

"That person from the Moore Family is skilled at bewitching people's hearts; those things might just be his conspiracy," Ana said very calmly.

"But, what if my husband is really here?" For the first time in a thousand years, Wu Xiangyi was this irrational, "Even if there is only a sliver of a chance, I must find him. Even if I die, even if my soul scatters and perishes, I will not regret it!"

"Sigh, if we don't leave tomorrow morning, we'll have to wait two days, and by then, we won't be able to leave," Ana remained very calm.

Regarding Wu Xiangyi, she looked down on her a little more.

Originally, she had felt that the other party had a promising path toward the Dao.

Now, being so love-struck, her path of the Dao would likely not go far.

Even if a miracle occurred and Wu Xiangyi found her husband, so what?

The threat from that person of the Moore Family was still right before their eyes.

At this moment, Lin Moyu, who was beside them, suddenly spoke: "There are six hours left until we leave; we still have time."

"Wu Xiangyi, we will help you search for six hours. If we don't find him, how about you come with us when we leave?"

Lin Moyu had no resistance toward Wu Xiangyi's reaction.

If it were him encountering traces of Xiao Yun, he would have to find her no matter what.

"I have no objections," Ana replied.

Beside them, Wu Xiangyi lowered her head: "Thank you, but... what if I stay here?"

Wu Xiangyi's attitude was very firm.

Ana did not refute her again.

On the streets of Daxia, people came and went.

Among the crowd, one could see a woman of graceful bearing, with an anxious look on her face, asking passersby on the street, seemingly looking for someone.

The night slowly deepened, and the number of people on the street gradually decreased.

However, that woman was still "relentless," searching tirelessly, attracting the attention of many.

Unfortunately, the information on the person she was looking for was too vague, and she simply could not find him.

High above on a building, Ana watched Wu Xiangyi's figure, her eyes showing a hint of softness.

She and Lin Moyu had helped Wu Xiangyi search for quite some time, and now that the sky was dark and the figures on the street had thinned, the two of them had returned.

"It seems he cannot be found," Ana said, her voice carrying a trace of disappointment.

Ana had already decided that when the time came, she would try to persuade Wu Xiangyi; if Wu Xiangyi was unwilling to leave, she would have no choice but to leave first.

It was a pity that their strength had plummeted, and they feared that person from the Moore Family; otherwise, finding someone would not be this troublesome.

"Lao Kang's boat will arrive soon," Lin Moyu said calmly.

On the other side, on the great river, a boat rode the moonlight, traveling between the waves.

Kaluo stood with his hands behind his back, a look of confidence revealed in his eyes.

Now that his strength had recovered somewhat, he was very much looking forward to what was to come.

PS: Sorry, sorry!

(End of this chapter)