[Mainland Chinese Drama 2019] Heavenly Sword Dragon Slaying Saber 倚天屠龙记

[kur4p1k4]

Ok I was confused why the suddenly there's 2 new blurry photos, there's another one where you can somewhat see WJ is holding hands with ZM. These photos based on Douban convo is from ppl who work in the freight dept who took it, so not really official BTS. Also apparently based on Douban ppl speculation, take this with a grain of salt, this might be a deleted scene where WJ is taking ZM for a walk on the street holding her hand like a couple with all the Ming sect ppl behind them lol. They speculate it should be on the way to Shaolin but before meeting ZZR. if it's true, XX has really been usurped by ZM lol, WJ rather than quickly going to Shaolin you take ZM shopping lol, what a doting husband

[jackieusa]

Apparently these are the two blurry photos @kur4p1k4 is talking about. CMIIW.

 

All Photos credited Weibo's accounts

 

And these are perhaps the additional deleted scenes

 

Now I'm even more eager to see the completed uncut version. 

[bluesky888]

Our last hope to get the uncut scenes when they release the DVD and that have to be after TVB airing the cantonese version. I would think they want to have both audio on the DVD. Let cross our finger and hope they release the DVD.

[Yitian_fan]

@LaurenPanna Hahah Tieba is great because it has a diversity of views, I think some of them lean one way or the other and it's fun to read!   

 

Thanks for sharing the cut scenes pictures- I'm really keen to see those scenes too!  

 

BTW, Yukee is starring in another wuxia drama that just put out stills- and it's looking very pretty, plus Yukee gets a role that has some cross-dressing so I'm sure I'm going to get ZM-vibes!  

 

 

I'm not 100% that I like Yu Menglong's acting, but still will probably drop by for a look when this comes out just to get my post-HSDS fix on ZM-like-stuff

 

https://cfen.si/2019/01/16/first-stills-for-yu-menglong-chen-yuqis-happiness-over-two-lifetimes/

[ForgottenSoulx]

On 5/23/2019 at 4:34 AM, kur4p1k4 said:

Imho, yes it's very good, even though the front half could be a slog in some part. It also suffered overused of slow-mo in earlier episodes. If you don't know anything about HSDS I would recommend you watch from the beginning, especially now that the english sub is available in YT. It is a very good adaptation of a classix wuxia novel. If by episode 24 you still don't like it then you can drop it, I know it seems like a ridiculous request to ask a person to watch until halfway, but that's when one of the most important character show up.

 

Cheers, hope it helps    

 

I know these shows are like a trilogy you dont need to watch the others? 

[sophiesyc]

25 minutes ago, ForgottenSoulx said:

 

I know these shows are like a trilogy you dont need to watch the others? 

This one is set like 90-100 years after the second one. The main connection from the previous part is the sword and saber which are made by the leads from the previous parts. This is mentioned in one of the episodes. The rest are small connections I think. So you don’t need to watch others. 

[chipz03]

BTS pics (I think it's in preparation of the actual take?) of WJ-MM. ready to film and already holding hands. Just say 'action' hahaha

 

Credits to respective owners please 

 

https://m.weibo.cn/detail/4375972838997389#&gid=1&pid=1

 

[Yitian_fan]

11 minutes ago, chipz03 said:

BTS pics (I think it's in preparation of the actual take?) of WJ-MM. ready to film and already holding hands. Just say 'action' hahaha

 

Credits to respective owners please 

 

https://m.weibo.cn/detail/4375972838997389#&gid=1&pid=1

 

Cute the comments below are fun too... the rumors of Yuqi claiming that a lipstick she has was given by "zhang Wuji" (perhaps spoken in jest?) has given fans loads to gossip about! I know, sad.  We don't have much juicy gossip to go on, so even this little bit counts!

[deminni]

Slow night in the forum, so of course I figured it's the perfect time to stay up and write! This chapter was both fun and difficult to write, and I hope you guys enjoy. I am so averse to real emotions in real life, so am still unsure how I feel about this chapter hahaha

 

Title: Fortunately

 

Chapter 7:

妳便是我 命運安排的人

You are the one fate has arranged for me.

 

--

 

Wu Ji tries to tilt her face up; he wants to be able to tell her that everything he has done, he did for her willingly. Given the choice between this life and a life completely devoid of Zhao Min, Wu Ji will choose this path without a second thought a hundred times over.

 

 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18594964/chapters/45040090

[deminni]

On 5/24/2019 at 2:18 PM, jackieusa said:

Apparently these are the two blurry photos @kur4p1k4 is talking about. CMIIW.

 

All Photos credited Weibo's accounts

Spoiler

 

And these are perhaps the additional deleted scenes

 

 

 

Now I'm even more eager to see the completed uncut version. 

 

OMG this makes my little heart SWOOOOON. Can we pleaseeeeee get an uncut/undeleted/full length dvd of every little WJ/MM scene because I am desperate T________T

[yukiyukiku]

7 hours ago, deminni said:

Slow night in the forum, so of course I figured it's the perfect time to stay up and write! This chapter was both fun and difficult to write, and I hope you guys enjoy. I am so averse to real emotions in real life, so am still unsure how I feel about this chapter hahaha

 

Title: Fortunately

 

Chapter 7:

妳便是我 命運安排的人

You are the one fate has arranged for me.

 

--

 

Wu Ji tries to tilt her face up; he wants to be able to tell her that everything he has done, he did for her willingly. Given the choice between this life and a life completely devoid of Zhao Min, Wu Ji will choose this path without a second thought a hundred times over.

 

 

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He can’t help her. Not yet.

 

Wu Ji is just a face among the hoards of people lining the streets of the Capitol, waiting anxiously to see the beheading of their renounced Jun Zhu. They are thrilled to witness her parading around the city in a wooden trap that binds her to the duties of the nation she should not have disgraced.

 

He can’t do anything, but watch as her people, the people she had worked proudly and tirelessly for in a land far from home amidst the dangers of Jiang Hu, throw rotten vegetables and hurl abuse and profanities at their former princess without the slightest bit of hesitation.

 

Their rage will not diminish until they see their traitor dead. Nothing was going to satisfy the thirst they possess until steel separated her head from her neck. Her people were out for blood.

 

Wu Ji needs to be patient; he knows this. In order to save her, he has to bide his time. He had snuck into the Capitol after hearing the announcement that Zhao Min Jun Zhu was to be executed in three days for treason. For trying to save a renowned rebel fighting against the Yuan Empire. For trying to save him.

 

And all he can do now is stand here and watch as Imperial Soldiers escort Zhao Min to her execution.

 

Wu Ji knew no one could make Min Min Temür go to the extent of betraying her country and forsaking her royal bloodline, of risking life and death without an ounce of regret… no one, but a lucky orphan boy who miraculously became Ming Sect Jiao Zhu and caught the eyes of Mongolia’s most brilliant princess.

 

Now, seeing her like this affirms how much Wu Ji despises this fact, hating that of all people, it is him she had fallen in love with.

It shouldn’t have been him. Zhao Min shouldn't have sacrificed everything for a coward who refused to accept her love.

 

Wu Ji did not know whether to laugh or cry.

 

He had pushed her away and tried to bury the storm of feelings he had for her to keep her safe, to protect her from this unfortunate love that couldn’t possibly have a happy ending. Wu Ji had foreseen that one day, they would both regret it if they gave in. Either Wu Ji was going to die by the hands of her family or it was going to be the other way around.

 

He never thought it would be Zhao Min who would suffer the most.

 

His biggest fear and the reason he had continuously run away is playing out right before his eyes and Wu Ji can’t help her. Not yet.

 

From behind the crowds, Wu Ji surreptitiously lurks along the edges, keeping pace with the wooden cage. His eyes never leave her.

 

She sits lifelessly inside, eyes dazed and without the light and fire he has grown accustomed to, the spark that drew him to her.

 

There is no trace of Zhao Min Jun Zhu. She has seemingly given up.

 

Wu Ji fiercely wants to fight with all his life to bring her back.

 

They stop in front of the execution platform and a man three times Zhao Min’s size is waiting, sharpened blade in hand.

 

The official sits in his post far from the crowd already surrounding the area. The faces on the stage are grim.

 

Wu Ji lingers among the restless crowd. He is waiting for the perfect opportunity while trying to will his heart to calm. It does her no good to act in haste.

 

Everything is dependent upon the sun approaching the designated time. As it nears, the impatient and edgy mob gradually stills. An unnatural calm settles upon them.

 

The wind has picked up in the arena, lifting dried, withered leaves into the air as they swirl and dance around her in a scene reminiscent of a dark and strange hell on earth. She is beautiful even in her deadened state.

 

The once noisy crowd is now quietly tense as they anticipate the next act, the final act.

 

Everyone plays the role accordingly: she is the treasonous princess, they are the blood-thirsty mob with an executioner ready to exact justice, and Wu Ji… Wu Ji doesn’t want to be the hero. He just wants to get her out of there.

 

The government official begins to speak, listing off the crimes that have brought their princess to her knees. She doesn’t even bat an eyelash.

 

Wu Ji is worried at how still she is.

 

He watches as the official looks up and judges for time and sees the moment the other man decides they are ready. The judge gives the executioner the signal through a nod, and as he picks up the wooden marker with a single word etched on it, Wu Ji braces himself.

 

He won’t let anything happen to her.

 

The executioner raises his saber and iron sharply reflects the blinding rays.

 

With one hand, the official tosses the marker like the prisoner in front of him means nothing, aloofly sending Zhao Min to her death.

 

Wu Ji sees his chance. He knows he is fast enough to intercept the marker before it even hits the ground.

 

He summons his nei gong, moves his body in their direction, and prepares to leap out.

 

He can’t.

 

Wu Ji feels something holding him back. His feet are like lead.

 

The wooden marker lands resoundingly on the platform, and the hollow thud echoes in Wu Ji’s head.

 

The heavy saber swiftly comes down.

 

He tries to move, but Wu Ji can’t. He can’t!

 

Metal converges on muscle and meat and bones, and Wu Ji immediately closes his eyes before the gruesome separation of head and neck occurs. He can’t.

 

No no no no no. His eyes are glued shut. He can’t look. He can’t.

 

Wu Ji can’t help her. He can’t.

 

Out of the blue, a rough hand closes down on Wu Ji’s throat, blocking off his air passage with a fatal grasp. His eyes fly open.

Both of Wu Ji's hands go up to push and grab and pry the hand off his neck.

 

“You did this.”

 

Wu Ji’s vision begins to go white, but he focuses his eyes on the blurred figure, making out gray hair and steeled armor and distinct Mongolian braids. The man is stained in darkened blood.

 

He closes his eyes when Ru Yang Wong’s clutch tightens even more around his throat.

 

“No,” Wu Ji tries to let out, but it’s weak, barely audible, and all he can do is shake his head. “No, I wouldn’t… No…”

 

“It’s your fault. You did this. You killed her!” His grip tightens and Wu Ji sees red veins clouding the whites of the other man’s eyes.

 

“No…” he can’t breathe and everything hurts. Wu Ji’s limbs feel like they are weighed down by boulders, and he can’t even attempt to fight back.

 

From the corner of his eyes, he can see the hazy form of Zhao Min’s fallen body. Wu Ji briefly wonders if the red he is seeing is from lack of air or the blood she has shed.

 

Did she feel any pain?

 

Ru Yang Wong’s grip is fortified around Wu Ji’s throat, and when there is the distinct sound of cracking bones, he realizes it’s his.

 

“You deserve this.”

 

Red.

 

Wu Ji startles awake gasping for air as his hands come around his own throat.

 

He feels lightheaded from jolting up so abruptly, and in that same instance, there is also an agonizing ache bursting along his upper torso. This particular mixture of terror and pain and confusion leaves Wu Ji trembling.

 

He tries to focus on his surroundings and maybe recognizes that chair and that table and the yellowed ivory fabric covering the entire dwelling.

 

Wu Ji realizes he is back at da ye and da shum’s residence, inside the room he has called his own for nearly a month.

 

He clutches his bandaged shoulder, feeling out the tenderness of the wound. His head is throbbing in a similar amount of pain as his shoulder, and Wu Ji tries to focus. He thinks he is missing something important.

 

A swirl of white.

 

A gleam of silver.

 

A flash of red.

 

Suddenly, everything that had transpired starts rushing back to Wu Ji in fragments: Wang Bao Bao, fighting off the soldiers, the injured man he had rescued.

 

Min Min.

 

Wu Ji throws his blanket aside, not minding the pounding in his head nor the fragility of his limbs and rushes up off the bed, trying to find his footing. His heart pounds in panic as he looks around the small dwelling, but no one is there.

 

The whole room spins as he stumbles off the bed and towards the entrance. He needs to find her.

 

When Wu Ji swings the fabric door open, the brightness of the midday sun hits his eyes and momentarily blinds him. He grabs on to the yurt's entrance to find his balance and shakes away the dotted whites fading in and out of his vision.

 

Slowly, Wu Ji’s obscured sight morphs and forms into a halo that encompasses the deep blue silhouette in front of him.

 

The figure standing over a fire heating a black kettle that uniquely smells of wintergreen and rosewood is distinctly her.

 

Wu Ji shakes away the dizziness, one hand still firmly placed on the dwelling as he takes it all in.

 

He recognizes the smell of medicinal herbs and fragrant flowers, the crackling sound of burning wood, and Zhao Min all existing in one surreal image before him.

 

Zhao Min. Min Min Temür.

 

His Min Min.

 

She is here, present and alive only yards away, and Wu Ji is suddenly flooded by ten thousand emotions he can’t decipher.

 

All he can do is watch as she takes meticulous care in fanning the flames, wiping away the heat and dampness from her face, and Wu Ji doesn’t understand why his eyes begin to brim with unanticipated tears.

 

He can’t help but let out a watery laugh to himself when she leaves a light smudge of ash and soot behind on her cheek.

 

Wu Ji is unable to process the overwhelming feeling of relief that overtakes him. He can’t feel anything other than release; not the hot, grating pain on his shoulder nor the numbness of his arm or torso.

 

The thick, heavy sense of loss Wu Ji has been carrying around in his chest for the past few years seems to erupt out from his core, choking him in its escape. His throat feels constricted and suddenly there is moisture on his cheeks. He bites his trembling lip.

 

Three years.

 

Zhao Min walking away with her father’s coffin.

 

Zhao Min saving him from her brother.

 

Zhao Min safe and alive before him.

 

The sudden tightening of his lungs and heart takes Wu Ji’s breath away. He brings his hand up to cover the sobs that begin to wrack his entire body.

 

Wu Ji quivers in the tears that soak his eyes and cheeks and hand, but he has absolutely zero control as they continue to fall. His nose is now a runny mess and he uses his sleeve to try to wipe the excess wetness from his face.

 

The reprieve he feels and the release of tears leave him lightheaded.

 

Three years.

 

Wu Ji has been looking for Zhao Min through the passing of nearly twelve seasons, through unknown lands and deserts, rain and shine with no direction and a loyal horse as company, and she is now right in front of him.

 

The reality before him clashes with the insurmountable yearning he has endured for the last three years, and all of it nearly brings Wu Ji to his knees.

 

He is so scared this is just a dream.

 

Wu Ji’s own voice sounds raw and foreign to him when he speaks, lips and tongue feeling out the unused name he had been so accustomed to calling before they parted ways. He can’t remember when he had uttered it last.

 

“Min Min…”

 

It is barely above a whisper, weak and unsteady from injury and tears, but Wu Ji keeps trying anyways.

 

He sees her unexpectedly straighten up, turning to walk away, and Wu Ji panics. She didn’t hear him. He is still shaking, but his body moves forward before he can register it.

 

“Min Min!”

 

Wu Ji sees Zhao Min's entire body freeze.

 

He is hesitant, but knows this is his only chance, so he takes another step closer to her. The fear he feels seizes his stomach.

“Min Min… it’s—is it really you?”

 

He waits. She still doesn’t move from her rigid stance, but Wu Ji will wait. He will always wait for her.

 

The fan in Zhao Min’s hand slowly drops to the ground. Wu Ji notes the measured rise and fall of her shoulders accompanying deep breaths.

 

Let me see you. Please.

 

Zhao Min takes one final deliberate inhale and turns her entire body around to face him.

 

Wu Ji’s lips are parted in anticipation, eyes glued to her despite the tears lingering on the edges, threatening to spill over.

“Min Min…”

 

When Zhao Min’s eyes settle upon his, Wu Ji can clearly perceive the mingling of tears, nerves, and conflict that mirror his own.

With just the simple glimpse of her face, Wu Ji wholly embraces the release of every ounce of tension from his body, feeling prominent lightness sweep over him.

 

He whispers, “Min Min.”

 

Then his knees buckle, and Wu Ji cracks a tearful smile on the way down.

 

“Wu Ji!”

 

Before he fully hits the ground, Zhao Min is there to break his fall, catching Wu Ji in her arms and steadying him onto the grass.

He tries to keep his tired eyes open because he needs to see her. She is so close to him now.

 

Wu Ji concentrates on worried eyes and furrowed brows, feels soft and gentle hands grounding him. He doesn’t dare take his eyes off her.

 

He speaks through labored breaths. “Min Min… Min Min, it’s you. It’s really you.”

 

In his incoherent state, Wu Ji can make out her nodding and trying to rearrange him in her arms. Zhao Min looks troubled and Wu Ji wants to take away that look on her face.

 

He attempts to reach his hand up, but a surge of immense pain explodes across his upper body, and Wu Ji scrunches up his face from the ache.

 

“Wu Ji…” Zhao Min is trying to get his attention, one hand cupping his face, and Wu Ji wills himself to focus on the tenderness of her voice. “Wu Ji ah, let me bring you back inside. Come.”

 

He feebly nods and seizes his injured shoulder. Wu Ji remembers little by little of how Wang Bao Bao ambushed him with poisoned arrows and the toxins now instilled in his body.

 

As they stumble back in the direction Wu Ji came from, he vaguely hears Zhao Min’s voice above the ringing in his ears.

 

“Wu Ji ah, you shouldn’t be out here in your condition. If it wasn’t for your immense nei gong, you would have died already.”

 

The slight nagging tone mixed with Zhao Min’s genuine concern for him amuses Wu Ji in the depths of his consciousness.

 

She leads Wu Ji back inside the yurt and gently sits him down on the bed. Immediately, his world spins at a far lesser pace.

 

“The poison in your body, it’s called Mogain Khoran in Mongolia, made from the deadly venom of Steppe Vipers, the Aconitum flower, and the Ganja herb. To activate it, our medicinal manuals say you must mix it with human blood.” She pauses and looks down at her hands. “Because of this key ingredient, my father forbade us from using it. To take you down, ge ge…”

 

Wu Ji feels his head shake of its own accord. It’s okay, Min Min. She doesn’t need to explain to him. He understands.

 

Zhao Min takes a deep breath and forgoes her last train of thought. “Regardless, I’ve given you doses of the antidote. Like I said, had it not been for your nei gong, you wouldn’t have made it. You’ve been unconscious for two days and two nights. I thought…”

 

Her voice trails off as she lets out a shuddering breath, and Wu Ji’s bleary mind is still processing the fact that he’d been knocked out for that long.

 

She pulls out a pill from a ceramic capsule and hands it to him. “Here, take this. It’s the antidote you’ve been taking. Then you can use Jiu Yang Shen Gong to completely rid the poison from your body.”

 

Wu Ji obliges without a second thought, swallowing the round pill.

 

When Zhao Min takes a step back, Wu Ji closes his eyes and musters up his powers to trigger the meridians inside his body, enabling Jiu Yang Shen Gong to calm and stabilize his vitals. Wu Ji uses his good arm to gather remedial energy in the pits of his stomach, and his entire body vibrates with the force slowly working its way up to his chest, moving towards his bandaged right shoulder and arm. A hot sensation surges through bone and muscle, radiating heated energy capable of pushing the toxins out of him.

 

Wu Ji stays like this, meditating with his nei gong for nearly two continuous shís 時 as he persists through the forces coursing through his body to slowly eliminate the mix of fatal venom and herbals. Wu Ji doesn’t stop until he senses the poison has fully been dispelled. When he establishes a stable state, he feels his body reclaim the strength and solidity the poison had stolen from him. There is only a mild throbbing in his shoulder now.

 

Wu Ji slowly blinks his eyes open, readjusting to the flickering candles now illuminating the darkened room.

 

The first impression he sees consists of royal blue and embroidered white, and Wu Ji tries harder to fixate his regained sight on the figure in front of him. Her shape alters slowly into a sharpened image of round, crystal eyes, a perfectly arched nose, and lips as rosy as the petals of fully bloomed lotuses.

 

“Wu Ji ah, how do you feel?”

 

Wu Ji centers his vision to discern an anxious Zhao Min still hovering over him, and he languidly smiles.

“Min Min, you’re still here.”

 

She knits her eyebrows closer together. “Of course I’m still here. Do you expect me to leave you when you’re like this?”

 

“I—”

 

Zhao Min cuts him off with some minor fussing, immediately checking the open wound on his shoulder. “I need to redress it. You’re bleeding again."

 

He thinks the dips and shallows gathering between her brows don’t belong there, so Wu Ji brings his left hand up and uses his thumb and index finger to carefully smooth out the grooves fixed on the bridge of her nose.

 

He smiles, satisfied, when the frown is replaced by a stunned expression.

 

“There, that’s better.”

 

Zhao Min touches the place where Wu Ji’s fingers had been, and only manages to blink at him.

 

Wu Ji smiles at her again. “Don’t frown, Min Min. I’m fine now.”

 

Their eyes linger and her face softens, no longer frowning nor stunned, and he watches as she settles on an emphatic sigh followed by renewed tenacity.

 

Zhao Min’s hands move forward, but hesitate by his lapel, and Wu Ji looks down to realize he is only wearing one layer of clothing. He glances over at the vivid burgundy seeping through the old gauze and thin white fabric draped over his shoulder, then back at Zhao Min, who pauses.

 

It prompts Wu Ji to recall his injury at Shao Lin and how Zhao Min had fearlessly remained by his side despite the disapproving eyes of his Ming Sect members and Wu Dang uncles. She’d hesitated the same way, but pushed through any and all judgment in order to be able to bandage him up with her own hands.

 

“It’s my job now. No one gets to do this, but me, Wu Ji ah.”

 

Zhao Min had whispered it low enough for only Wu Ji’s ears as she began to undress and meticulously bandage him in front of all the other men in the room.

 

Wu Ji hadn’t missed the hurt in Zhao Min’s eyes when his shi shu 師叔 and shi bo 师伯 rejected even the idea of her tea offering despite the smile she presented to him.

 

Zhao Min had already suffered so much for Wu Ji, protected him with no regard for her own life, and even up until now, Wu Ji doesn’t think very much has changed.

 

He boldly grabs her hand, guiding both their hands onto his chest, eyes and smile beckoning her to proceed.

 

Zhao Min takes a moment to interpret the gesture and Wu Ji can sense her uncertainty, but she gives in and affirms him with a nod. Wu Ji’s smile broadens and he lets go of her hand.

 

She slowly pulls away the right lapel of his shirt and drags it across his sore body, letting the fabric hang off of Wu Ji’s side. Zhao Min takes great care in thoroughly removing the stained dressing layer by layer to reveal the grisly damage underneath. The fresh blood seeping out is now bright red, indicating the successful absence of poison.

 

Zhao Min proceeds to dust a generous amount of Ya Luo Duan Shi Gao 亚罗煅石膏 over his wound to staunch any further bleeding and ease the ache he feels. Her fingers are gentle when she begins to rewrap fresh white linen around his shoulder.

 

Wu Ji’s eyes are rounded and bright, and with almost a soft childlike wonder, he follows her every move.

 

There are so many things he wants to tell her, so many things he is burning to ask. The first question he actually initiates aloud takes Wu Ji a little by surprise as well.

 

“Min Min, what did you whisper to your brother for him to let us go?”

 

Her hands pause near his shoulder. She is quiet for a beat, solemn, and Wu Ji is worried he may have said the wrong thing.

 

“I… If you don’t want to tell me, I understand. I didn’t mean to—”

 

As he flusters, Wu Ji nearly misses what she says next.

 

“I told him that if either you or him dies that day, I would kill myself.”

 

Zhao Min’s eyes are focused on him and only him.

 

Her words resonate within the depths of everything Wu Ji is, and he can’t fathom her statement, her promise because Min Min Temür can and will do exactly as she says. Wu Ji and Wang Bao Bao both fully comprehend this.

 

Wu Ji is suddenly thankful he is still alive.

 

All at once, he feels so big and so small, like an inconsequential moth to Zhao Min’s magnificent flames. She burns bright and all encompassing, and he is inextricably drawn to her, resolute even in death.

 

Despite the years of separation, Wu Ji is certain her love for him remains the same as his for her. Nothing was going to change his mind.

 

He feels the weight of this knowledge and her words binding them together again, and the small hope that had sprouted within him now blooms beautifully and massively inside his chest.

 

Wu Ji’s search, his blind optimism, and the fears and doubts and heartbreak that had confined him all these years dissipate in this very moment.

 

They share no words, but as if buckling from under the intensity of it all, Zhao Min’s eyes break away. She reticently looks down at the white fabric in her hands and again starts to unravel it around his shoulder.

 

A soft smile spreads across Wu Ji’s lips, and his mind is suddenly so clear.

 

He gives in to his urges, grabs her hand again, and decisively pulls Zhao Min into him.

 

Wu Ji wraps both arms around her body, uninjured arm coming up to tenderly cup the back of her neck as he breathes in honey and jasmine and exhales in relief.

 

He finds complete solace in their embrace, letting the years between them fall away as he draws her in closer.

 

Wu Ji can feel Zhao Min wiggling around, anxious. “Zhang Wu Ji, let me go… your wound. I—”

He doesn't know what else to say to quiet her, so he goes with a simple, “Thank you, Min Min.”

 

Wu Ji holds her until he feels Zhao Min’s entire body slacken and she gives in to the embrace.

 

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job, remember?"

 

Wu Ji tightens his hold on her thin frame, closing his eyes and deepening the smile on his face. Right now, Wu Ji can’t feel any pain. It doesn’t matter anyway. Pain or not, he wasn’t going to let her go again.

Then the faintness of her voice draws him in even closer.

 

“But... Wu Ji ah, you should have let me go.”

 

He pulls back from the hug, puzzled by her words. They remain inches apart, but Zhao Min isn’t looking at him and when she speaks, Wu Ji must strain to listen.

 

“You should have let me go three years ago. You shouldn’t have come all the way out here. And for what? You—” Zhao Min is struggling through her words like Wu Ji has never seen her do before. Her shoulders are slumped and she still won’t meet his eyes.

 

Wu Ji tries to tilt her face up; he wants to be able to tell her that everything he has done, he did for her willingly. Given the choice between this life and a life completely devoid of Zhao Min, Wu Ji will choose this path without a second thought a hundred times over.

 

But she did not give him the chance to answer. In a flash, Zhao Min pushes him off and stands up in haste. With shoulders pulled back, she lifts her head up and reveals the darkened expression on her face.

 

It is indecipherable, and Wu Ji is left perplexed. “Min Min…”

 

Zhao Min’s eyes are piercingly cold and her fists are clenched tight; the tone of her voice leaves no room for compromise. “I told you not to come find me.”

 

With that, she brushes past him and abandons Wu Ji in a storm of confusion.

 

He clumsily trails behind her, but when Wu Ji makes it out the door, he runs into da shum and nearly knocks the older woman over in his rush.

 

Da shum seizes him, preventing Wu Ji from giving chase, and he grabs onto her out of frustration. “Da shum, I need to go after her!”

 

Da shum holds on tightly to his sleeves with both hands. “Wu Ji, she won’t go far. I promise you she will be back.”

 

He watches helplessly as Zhao Min mounts one of the horses and rapidly recedes into the pitch-black horizon, but da shum’s words pique Wu Ji’s attention enough to settle his restless feet. “How do you know?”

 

He is still looking off into the sightless distance as the elderly woman proceeds to try to assuage him.

 

“Because this is her home now. She has been living here with your da ye and me for the last two years.”

 

Wu Ji’s eyes immediately dart back to da shum. He doesn’t believe what he hears. “W-what?”

 

Da shum sighs and finally lets go of him once she feels he is no longer a flight risk. “You two just reunited. Give her some time, Wu Ji ah. Now come inside with da shum. I am sure you have many questions for me.”

 

Wu Ji thinks his mouth is gaping open, but his awareness lacks any kind of function as he tries to process everything she just told him. Shocked can’t even begin to describe his current state of mind.

 

“I promise Zhao Min will come back. For now, let’s go inside.”

 

As he mechanically follows da shum back into the room, Wu Ji hazily wonders if everything that has happened today is just a delusional dream he can’t wake up from.

 

 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18594964/chapters/45040090

 

 

Thank you for the new chapter

i've been waiting for it  

[B_my_nightingale]

Hi there! I'm new here, but I've have been reading this forum for several weeks now. Been watching HSDS for I don't know how long and can't stop repeating every WJ-ZM scenes. As I watched ep.50, I noticed that WJ's grandmaster seems quite accepting the fact that WJ wants to go to find ZM. I'm wondering did I missed something? I mean, all his martial uncles really hate the girl, how come his grandmaster seems ok with it? As far as I know, the grandmaster was really happy when WJ brought ZR to Wudang and announced their engagement.. Did I perhaps missed a scene that hinted the grandmaster knowing WJ's affection is really for ZM? I tend to skip parts after the snake island fiasco bcoz I don't want to see WJ touch ZR..

[sophiesyc]

9 minutes ago, B_my_nightingale said:

 As I watched ep.50, I noticed that WJ's grandmaster seems quite accepting the fact that WJ wants to go to find ZM. I'm wondering did I missed something? I mean, all his martial uncles really hate the girl, how come his grandmaster seems ok with it? As far as I know, the grandmaster was really happy when WJ brought ZR to Wudang and announced their engagement.. Did I perhaps missed a scene that hinted the grandmaster knowing WJ's affection is really for ZM? 

I don’t think there is any scene. I guess overtime it became very well known that WJ loves ZM. grandmaster just wants WJ to be happy, it’s time for WJ to do what he wants not what others want from him. That’s my interpretation. 

[B_my_nightingale]

14 minutes ago, sophiesyc said:

I don’t think there is any scene. I guess overtime it became very well known that WJ loves ZM. grandmaster just wants WJ to be happy, it’s time for WJ to do what he wants not what others want from him. That’s my interpretation. 

I guess you're right..

 

I wish when they release the DVD they could add uncut scenes for the ending as well. The last episode ended rather abruptly. I have lots of unanswered questions, like where is ZM's brother (Did WJ confronts him in the battlefield? Is he alive?), what happened to the Ming Sect (especially YX), what happened with ZM after she return to mongol (I mean to the mongolian people she's supposed to be dead right?), etc.

Oh yeah, really wish there's a kiss at the end too. Coz seriously.. They met again after we don't know how long, he is supposed to kiss her.. fiercely..

[sophiesyc]

42 minutes ago, B_my_nightingale said:

I guess you're right..

 

I wish when they release the DVD they could add uncut scenes for the ending as well. The last episode ended rather abruptly. I have lots of unanswered questions  

Yes! So many unanswered questions. I really want to know how long did WJ search for ZM. I’m also curious Whether he would go after her without grandmaster’s comment that he should go to find ZM as he still young, there’s still time for him to correct his mistakes. 

[chipz03]

I also think that Zhang San Feng truly wants Wuji to be happy,  to chase what he really wants. When WJ initially (and reluctantly, in this version) agreed to marry ZZR,  the match was considered perfect in the eyes of WJ family and people around him, so it's not surprising that ZSF is happy too.  But If WJ eventually and finally finds his true happiness by being together with ZM,  then definitely ZSF will not hold it against WJ. 

 

I guess with his age, ZSF has learned a lot of life lessons and has attained wisdom that even his oldest disciples might not be able to grasp yet. Of all the people that WJ has met,  I felt ZSF is one of the few who can really accept WJ the way he is, a young man with his own desire and his own will,  not what and who WJ should have been in the eyes of others (something that I felt WJ sect's members and even uncle+grandfather failed to do). One thing that make me really like zsf is his ability to see people with less judgment. He might have his initial reservations but he didn't hold on that judgemental thoughts once he knew the person (e. g.  When he first met a Ming sect member when he was trying to find cure for young WJ.  He offered the young man to leave the "evil" sect and join Wudang,  but the man politely refused.  ZSF accepted and respected the man's decision) .  Plus, ZSF has experienced the same situation with his 5th disciple marrying YSS from the evil sect (at the time of their marriage, Ming sect was considered an evil one by the other righteous sect) .  

 

One of the reasons  why I love Wudang sect the most of all the other sects in HSDS. 

[deminni]

@yukiyukiku You're welcome, and I hope you enjoy it :)

 

@chipz03 I completely agree with you. ZSF has always been one of my favorites. In fact, the whole Taoist clan/Wu Dang sect have all been great in Jin Yong stories, minus ROCH. With ZSF's wisdom, I believe it resolved Wu Ji's find and eased him on his journey. Again, great parallels between Wu Ji and Zhao Min's love and his parent's. Love this series so darned much.

[LaurenPanna]

Thank you @deminni     for the chapter!!! I really love reading it. Compared to my peaceful version of the grassland aftermath Chinese fanfic, yours are so exciting and make me pinning for more. I can see minmin having difficulty with accepting WJ again. In the past, it was her going after WJ and WJ hesitate. Now looks like it's her turn to turn him away haha. 

 

I am also pinning for @chipz03 dark fanfiction HSDS, hope it will be out soon :p, time for WJ to revenge on ming sect haha 

 

I agree that I really like ZSF the most in this series. He is really understanding and wise and he have the foresight and never judge stuffs by their book covers. I am happy because I am personally a taiji student under Wudang sect. And it's kinda cool to see Jinyong describing my forefather to be such a wise man. 

[LaurenPanna]

Call me crazy if you need to. 

Watched the Aladdin movie last night and every aspect of it reminds me of wuji zhaomin, even the lyrics of "A whole new world".

 

I must be really crazy. 

[kimmortal]

40 minutes ago, LaurenPanna said:

Call me crazy if you need to. 

Watched the Aladdin movie last night and every aspect of it reminds me of wuji zhaomin, even the lyrics of "A whole new world".

 

I must be really crazy. 

 

Completely off topic... my husband and little girl went to see it but didn’t finish (little girl got sleepy. It’s over 2 hrs long!). My husband didn’t like it at all; for him it’s not as bad as Beauty and the Beast remake but still bad. I, personally, can wait until it’s out on Netflix. The more you like something, the harder it is to replace it with something better. Yet, it was amazing how Jeffrey Chiang’s LOCH 2017 and HSDS 2019 replaced the favs of my childhood (see how I brought it back to topic? Lol).

 

He seems to understand what I like. I enjoyed 80’s version with Tony Leung and Kitty Lai so much (and ONLY watched for the first time as an adult!) that I thought none of the other versions even compared—not 2000, 2003, or 2009). But HSDS 2019 is my new favourite. I have a hard time rewatching the beginning or the ending but everything in between more than makes up for it. I haven’t obsessed about an OTP like this for a long time so it’s really telling! I’ve been reading fanfics, searching for fanfics, making video clips, reading weibo, checking Yesasia.com to see if dvds are released... 

 

Recently, I’ve forced myself to start a new series so you won’t be seeing me too active on this forum, but I just want to say that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed lurking on this forum for several pages, then joining the discussion, and now I’ll take a break from active discussion for a while (until there’s news of dvds). Thanks to all you awesome creators for sharing your videos, gifs, images, links, stories, insights and interpretations for me to see/read. I hope you’ll continue to create, because I’ll still be lurking from time to time and I’ve bookmarked your fanfic pages, so please know you have a fan here, even if I don’t say anything. Peace out!