Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 568 - 202 Three Regrets in Life (5000 words, 2 in 1)_3

So, when he chanced upon a boy dropping from the sky and landing on the tree to pick fruits, his soft demeanor made a shy girl initiate a conversation. Hong Luoyu, bored out of his mind, responded offhandedly.

"You should come down, it's very dangerous up there," she said.

"Dangerous my ass," he replied.

The boy stuffed the fruits into his mouth.

This was their first encounter. Only later did he learn that the girl was born with disabilities, unable to walk. Hence, her parents built this courtyard for her so she could recuperate in peace.

Hong Luoyu thought this girl was too pitiable.

Wasn't she too pitiable?

Having grown up without seeing much of the world, he sometimes thought of the pitiable girl during his idle wanderings in Jianghu and while mingling arms with heroines from various martial arts sects. On an impulse, he decided to paint some sceneries from the outside world for her.

When he first visited, it seemed that the girl had just prepared some tea and snacks.

Thinking back, how could there be so many coincidences?

Hong Luoyu ate his fill and took the paintings out of his bosom. Although they were worse than chicken scratch, the girl looked at them joyfully and accepted them very solemnly.

So solemnly that Hong Luoyu felt a bit uneasy.

He felt he should have painted them with a bit more care.

Thinking about it now, it was quite foolish at that time.

If it was only a matter of leg trouble, why would she always be confined to the courtyard, never going out to get some air? If one had the resources to build another residence in Jinling City, how could they lack the money to create a device from the Mo Family?

Throughout those three years, he had almost become her eyes.

He had promised to paint for her every scene worth seeing under heaven.

To see for her the myriad rivers and mountains of Jianghu.

The world only knew that Hong Luoyu was fluent in many dialects, but they didn't know that many of the miraculous sights could only be found by the local folk, who did not speak Mandarin.

After getting lost numerous times, Hong Luoyu, dirty and disheveled, sat down on a heap of grass, propping his chin with one hand. Pondering deeply after enduring the pain, he decided to devote the same effort he used in studying secret manuals to understanding the languages of different regions!

And in this vast world, only she knew that the renown thief, famous for his thievery and mastery in the art of painting that could deceive the eye masterly, had swapped out several famous paintings in the palace.

Thirty-three cities under heaven, the monasteries of the Daoist sects, the Five Mountains, the Four Seas.

He had seen every famous place in the world, although he wasn't really interested in them; what treasures could there be in the wilderness?

But thinking of the girl waiting in the courtyard, he was like driven by some devilish force, selecting the spot with the broadest view to sit for a day. In three years, he himself did not know how many paintings he had painted.

Gong Yu's longsword slanted slightly.

The frost along with the moonlight shattered, scattering on the ground.

Lin Qiaofu stood stunned on the spot, as if in a dream, while the more skilled Lv Baiping was similarly affected, her fingers dangling and shaking uncontrollably, re-enacting the sword glow she had seen with a speed so fast, it was somewhat chaotic.

Yuchi Jie's mouth was agape.

His eyes still retained the fleeting glint, the magnificent stance from the moon and mountains taking a long time to fade from his dazzled sight.

He knew this was likely Gong Yu seizing the opportunity to instruct the two younger disciples in their martial arts cultivation, and these two phenomena did not contain any murderous intent; yet, he understood that if either of them harbored such intent, it would be a scenario of collapsing mountains and piercing cold.

When fighting with the Sword Master of Jue Que through life and death, the visions shifted in the blink of an eye, perhaps as cold as the Moon Palace or as imposing as the mountains, yet they were always concealed within the weapon in hand and never unfolded completely as seen today.

He couldn't help but close his eyes.

Hong Luoyu watched the last wisp of moonlight disperse, his lips curled in a habitual smile, memories of his youth, when he carried that girl voyaging through the clouds towards the moon, his heart pounding fast, just as always buried deep without showing on the surface.

As if the youth who once sought death in Shaolin Scripture Pavilion in madness was not the casual, improper figured thief of today.

Perhaps it wasn't even so anymore.

He squinted.

"Luoyu, you always paint the landscape," she said.

"Hmm."

"Have you ever painted a portrait?"

"No."

"Then... in your paintings, can there be one of me?"

"..."

"Yes."

Hong Luoyu in three years had painted countless paintings, yet three years later buried them at the summit of Heavenly Mountain, under the pure, white snow. He prided himself on having stolen the world, famous for ten years, yet at the beginning of his career, merely for a fruit, someone had stolen his heart.

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She had said it all, every blade of grass, every flower in the courtyard was hers.

So the fruit-stealing thief naturally belonged to her as well.

When Hong Luoyu collected his thoughts, Gong Yu was standing beside him, clad in white, silently watching him, seemingly offhand, softly asked,

"Elder, what are you thinking about?"

Hong Luoyu looked at Gong Yu and lightly laughed,

"Nothing."

"It's just that suddenly I feel a bit of regret."

"After all, there are things like the moon under heaven, even with the highest Qinggong, or the most skilled techniques, some things can't be stolen, haha..."

Gong Yu, not fully understanding what that meant, faintly sensed that this elder seemed somewhat unusual, but did not inquire deeply, just gently nodded, her gaze falling on Lin Qiaofu and Lv Baiping.

Hong Luoyu laughed aloud, his eyes gazing at the bright moon above, his smile lighthearted, exuding an exceptional aura.

In life, I have three regrets.

First, the difficulty of stealing Heavenly Secrets.

Second, the difficulty of stealing yin and yang.

Third, the difficulty of defying life and death.

Such regrets.

PS: Today's writing was a bit sluggish, so sorry for the late submission. Also, today's post is a two-in-one haha (bowing)

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