Su Jie took Yi Yun to a Jade Bamboo Temple on the mountain peak. The entire Jade Bamboo Temple was built inside a bamboo forest. The tiles used for the temple’s dome were made of jade making the entire place look green.
This made the Jade Bamboo Temple appear very harmonious with the Jade Bamboo. It was as if this temple was not man-made, and it was a natural occurrence from the bamboo forest.
A maid servant had been waiting at the door. When Yi Yun and Su Jie arrived, she took them inside.
In the Jade Bamboo Temple, there was pine and cypress trees interweaving with the jade bamboo everywhere.
And what made Yi Yun surprised was that many of the structures inside the Jade Bamboo Temple were made of bamboo or pine. These structures had the scent of bamboo and pine and it made one feel relaxed.
“The Lin family’s Matriarch likes bamboo. This Jade Bamboo Temple was also built by Her Aged Reverent.”
When Su Jie said this to Yi Yun, Yi Yun was slightly stunned. From Su Jie’s tone, this old granny’s age was not low. Even Su Jie himself addressed her as Her Aged Reverent. She was at least 40,000-50,000 years old?
The maid servant took Yi Yun and Su Jie through a yard till they arrived at a newly built bamboo hut.
Yi Yun could see a beautiful girl dressed in white in the distance. She held a long sword in her hand and she was practicing her swordplay amongst the bamboo trees.
Her motions did not seem fast, but they gave a feeling of freely flowing water and floating clouds. Every stab of the sword would cause the surrounding bamboo leaves to fly around. Under the girl’s sword, these bamboo leaves seemed to possess some soul as if they were alive.
This girl was the person who Yi Yun had not seen in two years, Lin Xintong.
Su Jie stopped in his footsteps as he watched Lin Xintong practicing her swordplay. His eyes were filled with love. Having not seen her for two years, Lin Xintong’s sword skills had greatly improved yet again. A nonchalant brandish of her sword would become one joined with the surrounding environment. If it was described, this realm could be called, “one sword, one scene”.
Every sword move would present a different scene to the people watching the swordplay.
“Master!”
Seeing Su Jie, Lin Xintong stopped. A happy smile hung on her face. After separating from Su Jie, she had always been thinking of him. This was because she knew that Su Jie had entered a very dangerous mystic realm. She was naturally worried since she had not heard any news from him for two years.