After filling Zhuifeng's bowl, he let him eat by himself. Qin Ran looked at Huang Feiyu and asked, "Can you eat anything else?"
Huang Feiyu shook his head.
"What about fire? Have you ever tried eating fire, fire crystals, strange fire, or something like that?"
Huang Feiyu said: "You can try it when you have the chance..."
“If you really encounter a strange fire, you should pay attention to see if there is a technique called the Burning Technique. Maybe it will help you reach the pinnacle of your life.” Qin Ran joked.
Obviously, Huang Feiyu didn't understand the meaning of his words, and still said, "Try again when there is a chance."
"Hate me?" Qin Ran suddenly asked.
Huang Feiyu was stunned and hesitated. He looked outside the pavilion. The bright moonlight was reflected on the lake, and the breeze created ripples. After a while, he nodded imperceptibly.
He murmured, "In fact, I would rather die than become like this."
Qin Ran looked at the moonlight shining on the railing of the pavilion in the center of the lake and asked Huang Feiyu: "Do you know what the definition of a human being is?"
"The spirit of all things?" Huang Feiyu gave an answer.
Qin Ran did not deny Huang Feiyu's answer, but gave another answer: "Man is the sum of all social relations."
He further explained, "When you were born, you were your parents' son, your grandparents' grandson, and your aunts and uncles' relative; when you grew up, you were a friend of your friends; after you became a disciple, you were your master's apprentice; you were Liu Boxian's direct disciple, Jianfeng's senior and junior brothers... You were Tian Wenjin's senior brother. The collection of all these relationships is you.
"This body is actually just a carrier of these identities. It doesn't matter what it is."
This was a perspective that Huang Feiyu had never heard of before, and it gave him a completely new perspective.
"But..." He raised his doubts, "When I turned into fire, I was no longer my original self. In their eyes, I was an alien. Could I still bear those relationships?"
Qin Ran looked at the fire man and laughed, "How could you forget? This is the world of immortal cultivation. All gods, demons, monsters, and strange powers are reasonable.
“Here, everything is possible!
"It's just fire... Besides, you can practice. When you reach the Spiritual Transformation Stage, you can split your spirit and create a clone..."
Huang Feiyu suddenly realized, looked at Qin Ran, bowed sincerely, and said, "Thank you."
"Actually, don't you find that you are very handsome now?" Qin Ran asked Huang Feiyu, "The legendary God of Fire is probably like you."
"Really?" Huang Feiyu laughed, and suddenly flew out of the pavilion and stood on the lake.
There is a bright moon in the blue sky, with a few thin clouds as light as gauze around it. Under the flowing clouds is a small lake.
The lake was calm except for ripples. In the center of the lake there was a small pavilion with flying eaves. Inside the pavilion there were six or seven people bustling about. Outside the pavilion, on the lake, there was a fire man... a man made of fire.
On this moonlit night, he made the flames on his body explode. Suddenly, a raging flame burned and rose up. Under the bright moonlight, he looked like Zhurong coming to the world.
The so-called strong aura and the so-called majestic presence.
“Wuhu…” Li Shiyin was the first to cheer. She raised her hands and waved, shouting, “Senior Brother Huang is so awesome!!”
Zhuifeng yelled "Ao Hu..." in the midst of his busy schedule to liven up the atmosphere.
Amid the interweaving of light and shadow, Tian Wenjin looked at Huang Feiyu on the lake in silence.
Everyone in the pavilion applauded Huang Feiyu and celebrated his acceptance of his new body.
The flames soared and then shrank, and Huang Feiyu flew back to the pavilion. Qin Ran leaned against the pillar, holding a pot of wine. He took a sip and asked quietly, "So, are you still going to Lingnan Xianzong?"
Huang Feiyu paused and stopped on the railing of the pavilion. He lowered his head and did not answer.
It seems I still have to go.
After a while, Qin Ran asked again: "When are you leaving?"
"The Lingnan Immortal Sect will start the assessment at the end of the year... It will be in these few days." Huang Feiyu said.
No wonder the atmosphere between him and Tian Wenjin has become so tense.
Qin Ran sat on the railing against the pillar, put down the wine, took out the jade flute, and said:
"In my hometown, there is a great poet who wrote a poem called "Shui Tiao Ge Tou". The lyrics are like this, 'When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in heaven. I want to ride the wind and go back, but I am afraid that the jade buildings and jade palaces will disappear... People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has always been difficult to achieve. I wish you a long life, and we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart.'
"I give you 'May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart'. From now on, whenever you see the moon, think of Daojianmen."
Huang Feiyu tried his best to control his own temper, picked up a glass of wine, bowed to Qin Ran, and then poured it all into his mouth.
With a hissing sound, the wine he drank was completely evaporated by the flames... The aroma of osmanthus wine filled the entire pavilion in the middle of the lake.
"Master..." A fool raised his hand and asked, "Why is the structure of your poem so strange? I've never seen it before."
Qin Ran glanced at her and was too lazy to answer. The literature of Northern Chu was still at the stage of fu, and things like poetry and lyrics were not taken seriously by the literary world. It would be strange if she had ever heard of ci.
He picked up the jade flute, looked at the lake, thought about his hometown which he could never return to, and blew the flute. The clear and melodious tune rang out on the lake and in the pavilion.
The song is surprisingly artistic. It can make the listeners see the big river entering the sea on a moonlit night, see the bright moon rising over the sea, see the ephemeral flower blooming under the moon... Its artistic conception is vast, quiet and beautiful.
Although the flute player's skills were poor, the moon, the night, the scene and the atmosphere made everyone in the pavilion mesmerized by the music.
After a short rest, Qin Ran sighed, "This piece of music is called "Spring River Moonlit Night", and it is also an excellent poem. It is the best poem in the entire Tang Dynasty."
Everyone woke up from the mood in the flute, and Li Shiyin couldn't help asking: "Master, when did you play the flute so beautifully?"
Qin Ran learned to play the flute right under her nose. It took less than half a year for him to go from not being able to play at all to being able to play it well now. Why did he suddenly play it so well? Was she distracted during the process
Tu Shan, who was leaning on the other side of the pavilion, felt dizzy, perhaps because he had drunk some wine.
She looked at Qin Ran who was sitting opposite her in the pavilion. The moonlight was clearly shining on him, but it seemed as if the light was emitted by him.
She thought Qin Ran was so charming, this man was so outstanding and knowledgeable, she wanted to seduce him, wanted to kidnap him and make him her own male concubine.
After all, they, the vixen, like this kind of scholarly temperament, and they are also knowledgeable...
Qin Ran saw the vixen's seductive eyes, which were actually a little scary, and made him hug his weak self unconsciously.
Li Shiyin sensed danger. She snorted coldly, drew her sword, flew to the lake, stood upright, and shouted, "I'll perform a sword dance for you!"
Then a young girl danced with a sword on the lake, bathing in the moonlight.
The sword dance is indeed beautiful, combining the girl's cuteness and the sharpness of the sword; it is also very aesthetic, with the tall and soft figure of the girl and the upright shape of the sword under the moonlight.
Except... from time to time a sword energy would come up from the lake and pass through the pavilion, making it feel less beautiful.
Watching Li Shiyin dancing with a sword under the moon, Tian Wenjin looked at Li Shiyin, then at Qin Ran, then at Huang Feiyu, and then back at herself. She always felt down and out... It was lively here, but it had nothing to do with her.
Long Qiqi leaned on Tushan Youyou and watched Jian Wu, her pair of snake eyes smiling like a fox's... She was the one who enjoyed watching the fun and making trouble.
Of course, there is also Zhuifeng, whose style never changes. He just glanced at Li Shiyin and then continued eating.
Dancing and swordplay are not as important as eating.
Li Shiyin's sword dancing posture under the moon reminded Qin Ran of the legend of Chang'e flying to the moon. He smiled as he watched the sword dancing girl and said:
"Master, let me tell you the origin of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Legend has it that there was an emperor named Houyi who asked an alchemist to make three elixirs of immortality... He had a concubine named Chang'e, who was said to be a nine-tailed fox... Chang'e stole his elixir of immortality...
"In order to avoid being blamed by Hou Yi, Chang'e swallowed the elixir of immortality and ascended to the moon... On the moon there is Guanghan Palace, a jade rabbit pounding medicine, and Wu Gang chopping trees..."