A Shocking Dream

Chapter 151

Lin Wunian dragged his heavy steps, slowly approaching the house he had visited the previous night. Suddenly, a clear voice shattered the surrounding silence. "Sister, you're back. How are you?" Kankan came running towards him like a nimble deer. Her eyes were filled with worry and concern. She scanned Lin Wunian eagerly, quickly noticing the faint wounds visible on her torn clothing.

Lin Wunian forced a faint smile, trying to comfort Kankan: "Don't worry, sister is fine." But Kankan's eyes were red, and she carefully pulled Lin Wunian's hand to check the scratches.

"Did you sleep well last night? Pack up and get ready to set off. This is the silver for that family, you give it to them. I'll go wash up and we'll leave." As he said that, Lin Wunian took out a silver ingot and handed it to Kankan.

Kankan took the silver and, knowing her schedule was tight, hurried off. Lin Wunian turned and headed for the washroom. She stared at her reflection in the water, her eyes determined yet tinged with fatigue. She was so exhausted.

Kanan handed the silver to the family and expressed her sincere gratitude. The owner of the house warmly invited them to stay for a few more days, but Kanan politely declined.

After Lin Wunian finished washing up, the two of them packed up their bags and headed out of the village. The villagers cast curious and friendly glances at them, and Lin Wunian nodded slightly. They walked along the winding path, the fields on either side of the road exuding the fragrance of earth.

"If only we had horses instead of walking, they're still a long way from the Guiyuan Sect's Dingqing Mountain." Looking at the endless winding mountain road ahead, Wan Wan couldn't help but complain. Lin Wu Nian listened, his brow furrowed, his heart filled with helplessness.

"It's okay, Kanan. If there's a town ahead, we can buy horses." Lin Wunian gently soothed the weary Kanan beside her. She looked at Kanan's tired face, her heart filled with pity. Lin Wunian herself didn't mind. With her Wunian mind method and deep internal strength, this long journey was nothing more than a training exercise to temper her will. But Kanan was still just a little girl, so her physical strength and endurance were naturally far from hers.

Kanan nodded slightly, but her steps were still heavy. They had been walking on this rugged road for many days, and their food supplies were almost gone. Lin Wunian recalled the hardships of the journey, and his heart was filled with emotion.

Now, gazing into the distance, Lin Wunian knew that reaching the town ahead would improve their situation. She silently quickened her pace, and Kankan struggled to keep pace. Finally, when the outline of the town came into view, a spark of hope rekindled in Kankan's eyes. Lin Wunian and Kankan hurried into the town, preparing to purchase horses and replenish supplies.

Lin Wunian and Kankan, wearing conical hats and veils, entered the bustling inn. Inside, virtuous men drank from huge bowls of wine, ate large chunks of meat, and loudly discussed anecdotes of the Jianghu. The waiters bustled between tables and chairs, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and wine.

But the moment they appeared, the previously bustling inn fell silent, as if under a spell. Everyone's gaze was fixed on them, and the most striking thing was Lin Wunian's frosty white hair. Under the dim light of the inn, it exuded a cool and mysterious aura.

Lin Wunian seemed oblivious to the anomaly around him. He simply raised his head slightly, took Kankan's hand, and walked straight to an empty table. Her posture was light and graceful, but her steps were filled with an undeniable determination. Kankan nervously inched closer to Lin Wunian, her small hand unconsciously grasping the corner of her clothes.

"Waiter, bring some food and hot tea." Lin Wunian's voice was clear and pleasant, breaking the suffocating silence. The waiter finally came to his senses and quickly replied, "Yes, sir, please wait a moment." However, as he turned and walked towards the kitchen, he kept looking back, his eyes full of curiosity and confusion.

A burly man at the next table finally couldn't contain his curiosity and asked in a muffled voice, "Miss, you have so much white hair... why is that?" Lin Wunian glanced sideways. Through her veil, she saw her eyes as cold as the stars, but she didn't answer. The man was startled by her gaze and dared not say anything.

At that moment, a young scholar in a green robe in a corner of the inn murmured, "My hair is three thousand feet long, and my sorrow is as long as it. Is it because of endless sorrow that my young lady has turned gray so early?" Lin Wunian still didn't respond, but a ripple of emotion welled up in her heart. Her gray hair was entirely caused by Lin Bingshuang's sorrow, how could these people easily understand it?

Wanwan couldn't help but whisper, "Sister, ignore them." Lin Wunian gently patted her hand to comfort her. At this moment, the waiter hurried over with the food, breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere.

"Waiter, bring the food to the private room. We want to stay here." Lin Wunian's voice was like a cold spring, chilling to the bone. She raised her hand lightly and placed a silver ingot on the table. The light shone, revealing a bit of pride.

The waiter's eyes suddenly lit up, his face beaming. He nodded hurriedly, "Okay, young lady, please follow me." He then led the way. Lin Wunian and Kankan followed closely behind. The private room was decorated in a simple yet elegant style.

The waiters filed in, carrying the food, steaming hot and fragrant. Lin Wunian waved his sleeves lightly: "Go away." The waiter nodded and left.

Lin Wunian then took off his bamboo hat, his white hair cascading down like a waterfall, reflecting the candlelight like moonlight. Kwan Kwan also took off her bamboo hat, her face full of fatigue.

After the meal, Kankan was overcome with fatigue like a tide, and she fell asleep in an instant. Lin Wunian slowly moved to the window, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out to the white hair, her fingertips gently sliding across it.

This white hair is the result of a night of frost after Lin Bingshuang's soul was gnawed by the hatred of her family and country. It carries the sorrow and vicissitudes of life of Lin Bingshuang whose hair turned white overnight because of the hatred of her family and country.

Outside the window, the night deepened, spreading like ink. Lin Wunian's eyes were filled with a deep loneliness and determination. She recalled the past, and the image of Lin Bingshuang, determined to face the danger, seemed to be still before her eyes. What a sorrow and heroism that was. She seemed to see the smoke of war in Lin Bingshuang's past, the figures of her loved ones struggling in the flames of war, and Lin Bingshuang's resolute and tragic face. That national disaster, like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cut through their once peaceful lives, carving an indelible scar deep in their souls. She knew that this white hair was not only a personal pain, but also a silent witness to the rise and fall of her family and the turmoil of her country.