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The season has just entered autumn, but the Qilian Mountains area is already filled with a chill. Dozens of newly erected tents have been covered with a thick layer of grass to block out the cold, and many of them are also wrapped in old oilcloth in preparation for winter. The largest tent is surrounded by the others, and an extra layer of cowhide and sheep wool has been added inside, with a charcoal brazier already lit.
Suddenly, a round figure pokes through the tent door, and despite being prepared, almost gets overwhelmed by the heat inside. The little figure quickly takes off their outer robe and quietly squats by a low stool.
" Brother Xian ~"
"Ayuan, cough cough... You come cough cough cough..."
" Brother Xian Don't speak first, have some hot tea."
Compared to two years ago at the chaotic burial mound, A Yuan's stature has grown a lot, the originally skinny places have grown flesh, and the complexion has become much rosier. It's just that the smiling face and the little hands have tanned quite a bit from running around the grassland all day.
" Brother Xian came by himself. Thank you, Ayuan, you are so good."
"It's not hard. Mother-in-law said we should take good care of Brother Xian."
The past few days have been busy with helping Nie Mingjue suppress the Blade Spirit, dispelling inner demons. Wei Wuxian was completely immersed in the cool breeze of early autumn. His body was no longer as resilient as before, when he could stab himself and still push his intestines back in. Before Nie Mingjue fully regained consciousness, Wei Wuxian fell ill from the cold wind and ran a fever for three days and nights before it subsided. Fortunately, Wenning has returned, otherwise he wouldn't even have peace when sick.
" Brother Xian, you have to listen to me in the future, okay?"
"Cough... you little rascal, just now I said you were well-behaved, and now you're giving me a hard time."
"Ayuan isn't giving you a hard time, this is called caring."
"Alright, alright, our Ayuan has grown up and learned to care for others." (laughs)
"Oh right! A Yuan is here to tell Brother Xian that the grumpy uncle has woken up."
"Okay, ask Uncle Ning to bring him over."
"..." (frowning)
"What's wrong? Why are you frowning at such a young age? It looks terrible."
"Ayuan is not terrible! Brother Xian, you can call that uncle over, but you have to promise me one condition."
"???"
"I can't talk for too long. Fourth uncle said you're still not well, so you need to rest more."
"Okay, Brother Xian, I got it~"
"Keep your word, okay~"
"Mm." (Nods)
Nie Mingjue When he came over, he looked somewhat uneasy, not sure whether he should sit down first or speak first.
"Red Mountain Prince If you are worried about the past, there is no need. There is no real connection between us. Please, have a seat."
the Nie Family People have always been straightforward. Hearing Wei Wuxian say this, Nie Mingjue also realized that he was being too serious. Without hesitation, he lifted his robe and sat down.
"Wei Gongzi, no matter what, Nie Mou owes you an apology, I'm sorry!" (Bowing and cupping hands in salute)
"Red Mountain Prince, no need for such formality, it was Brother Nie who first showed me kindness."
When it comes to his own younger brother, Nie Mingjue can't help but sigh, but the sigh is for himself. For so many years, he had always thought his brother was a softie, always running to him in tears at the slightest trouble, but he never expected that he was actually a silent achiever. However, the thought of his troublesome brother plotting against him still makes him snort in anger.
"Don't blame Huaisang, Red Mountain Prince. If it weren't for too many eyes and ears, he wouldn't have resorted to such a bad plan. The danger of the Blade Spirit is imminent, and spiritual power definitely won't solve it, so Nie-xiong sought me out for help."
"I have been troubled by the Blade Spirit for generations. Now that Nie has received such great kindness, I will surely repay it in the future." (bows again)
"I have only temporarily resolved the influence of the Blade Spirit for you, clearing the hostility, but it is not a complete solution."
"Receiving such great kindness is beyond my expectations. I can spend a few more years caring for Huai Sang and Nieshi, which is enough. I dare not ask for more."
"Red Mountain Prince, why did Brother Nie take such a big risk to bring the Qihuang lineage to the frontier? And why did he go through so much trouble to bring you here?"
"The meaning of Prince Wei is..."
"With the Nieshi technique, perhaps the dilemma of Blade Spirit can be resolved."
Nie Mingjue finally realized that it was his own younger brother who came up with this idea. The heart technique is the core of the clan, but it is also divided into several levels. Only the direct line of the inner gate and the strongest few within the clan can practice the highest level. However, this highest level also means being deeply influenced by the Blade Spirit, in other words, having the shortest lifespan.
Without the consent of the sect leader, even Nie Huaisang wouldn't dare to easily hand over his own life gate, not even to Wei Wuxian, whom he trusts. Of course, Nie Huaisang actually has another layer of meaning, which is to hope that his older brother will willingly hand over the heart technique, so that the entire Qinghe Nie Clan can stand behind Wei Wuxian.
At that moment, when Nie Huaisang brought it up, Wei Wuxian understood. In a daze, he felt as if this was the first time in his life that he truly experienced the feeling of having a good brother's trust.
"Okay."
"Red Mountain Prince Do you really not mind?"
"I trust Huaizang, I trust you, that's my trust in you."
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