The soul boat carrying the dead gradually parted ways with them, and the twinkling lights lined up and swam towards the depths of the sky.
The Milky Way shines, the soul boat passes by, the past is cut off, and it waves goodbye.
The small boat that Mu Xue and the others were traveling in slowly sank from the sky, sank into the earth, and stopped beside the sacred road paved with five-colored stones.
Everyone landed on the ground and got off the boat. Looking up, the vast and tiny fluorescent lights in the sky were rising higher and higher, gradually disappearing from sight.
After the thrilling journey of Crossing the Road of Death, everyone has their own insights into gains and losses.
After the battle, the wounded people lit a bonfire beside the shrine and rested.
Mu Xue wanted to get up to help with the work, but Miao Honger held her down, "Take a good rest, you are still young. You are injured again, don't move around anymore."
In fact, it was not until she came to this world that Mu Xue realized that being young meant being cared for and protected. It was not like what she thought, the weaker you are, the more you should be bullied and exploited.
She didn't understand this truth before.
When Xiaoshan first came home, he was terribly thin and had many injuries, but I didn't take special care of him and took it for granted that he should take on many complicated and tedious tasks.
If he had not fallen ill with a high fever at that time, I might have been so obsessed with work that I didn't even take him to get treatment.
Mu Xue quietly looked up at Cen Qianshan who was sitting opposite the fire, and felt a little guilty about his childhood.
Xiao Shan was sitting opposite, the light and shadow of the flames flickering on his handsome face, but his eyes were fixed on the ground in front of him, not moving at all, as if he wanted to see a flower there.
He never looked at him once.
Mu Xue always felt that something was a little off. During the journey, Xiao Shan's eyes would always fall on her intentionally or unintentionally, which made her feel a little guilty.
But since entering the Jiuyou Tower, I don’t know what happened, he seemed to have suddenly lost interest in himself completely.
Not only did he completely ignore Zhang Erya, he even deliberately avoided making eye contact with her.
It's okay, as long as he doesn't find out my identity.
Mu Xue calmed down and prepared to meditate and regulate her breathing.
When making the seal, it seems as if the touch of fluffy and soft hair is still in the palm of my hand.
Fortunately, I stroked him while he was unconscious.
Really, I miss it so much.
In the Huangting, the heaven and earth were filled with mist, all things were transformed into essence, and Mu Xue sat quietly beside a clear lake.
The water tiger that appeared in the lake transformed into the appearance of Cen Qianshan and raised its wet face from the water.
Forget it, Mu Xue thought, I can’t stop practicing just because Shui Hu turned into a man.
It looks like Xiaoshan on the left and right. He likes to stay by my side, so let him stay in Huangting as he pleases.
When I was refining weapons in the past, didn't Xiaoshan like to sit nearby, hold his chin, and watch me quietly? Isn't this something he is used to
With this thought in mind, she immediately entered a familiar and peaceful state of mind. She let the "water tiger" play around her while she regulated her yin and yang and circulated the Qi in her body.
After Xuan Ji had rotated thirty-six times, Mu Xue felt a sense of tranquility within Huang Ting. She looked up and saw the "Water Tiger Lord" lying on his back with half of his body submerged in water by the reed-covered lake. The criss-crossed green grass stems half covered his brows, and she wondered what he was thinking.
Mu Xue walked to the lake and bent down to look at him.
Now, only within her own Huangting can she take a good look at his appearance without any scruples.
He is no longer the soft boy he was back then.
Her skin was made particularly pale by the lake water, with an indelible melancholy between her eyebrows and eyes, a smooth and straight nose, but too thin cheeks, thin lips slightly pursed, and long eyelashes casting shadows on her face, occasionally trembling slightly. There was a bit of abstinence and sickly beauty.
Such a handsome boy would surely capture the hearts of countless girls in Fuwang City.
The girls there are always passionate and unrestrained, and they have the courage to pursue their love. How come no one took him away, and he had to wait in the ruins for 180 years
Mu Xue watched as the beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned, as if someone had bullied her severely. Crystal clear tears overflowed from under her eyelashes, slid down the skin of her cheeks and fell into the lake.
It was exactly the same as when he was trapped in the impermanent dream.
"As expected of a water tiger, he acts just like water." Mu Xue was amused and impressed. She squatted down and subconsciously reached out her hand.
The tears fell on the fingers, and the skin seemed to be burned, with a slight tingling sensation.
I was on the battlefield at that time and had no time to think about it.
At this moment, within the Huangting, beside the heart lake, Xiaoshan's hoarse throat voice, the words shouted out with despair, suddenly became extremely clear and unavoidable.
The person who made him cry and call out like that was himself.
Mu Xue realized this belatedly.
The tiny drop of water knocked on the calm surface of the lake, and ripples appeared on the tranquil lake, spreading out in circles.
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Fu Yun was boiling a pot of hot water by the campfire. The pot was taken from an abandoned house, and the frame was made by him temporarily. Fu Yun was born in a wealthy family and was not good at household chores. He spent a lot of time boiling water and even blackened the tip of his nose. This made his cold face less aloof and more approachable.
The younger sister came over a little embarrassedly and asked him quietly with a little uneasiness, "Brother, can you tell me the Tiger Subduing Technique again?"
Fu Yun looked at the little girl in front of him who was only a little bit tall.
The fair little face was now covered in blood and gunpowder ash, all dirty and sticky.
She never complained about being tired or suffering during the difficult and dangerous journey. She charged into battle like everyone else and put herself in danger. She was reluctant to slack off during rest time and made good use of the time to study hard.
Ye Hangzhou had only been with her for a few months, but she was willing to take risks for the sake of friendship. Even though she had always been indifferent to her, she had received a lot of help from her.
She was such a lovely little junior sister, so why did I feel so wary of her in the beginning
Fu Yun pulled Mu Xue over, wrung out a warm towel, and, following Miao Honger's usual practice, a little clumsily helped Mu Xue wipe her hands and face.
"Is the water tiger in your heart still so rampant and unrestrained?" He carefully wiped the dirty little face in front of him bit by bit, and slowly talked about his experience in cultivation.
"To subdue a tiger, one must subdue the true water in one's body. Only when the water in one's heart is pure can one subdue a tiger. Lu Zu1 once said, 'The elixir of seven returns to the body is in the person, one must first refine oneself and wait for the right time.' In other words, to master this technique, one must refine oneself and hold one's mind, waiting for the right time. If your heart is not calm for a while, don't be anxious, there will always be a time to untie the knot in your heart."
He wiped Mu Xue's hands clean and put a piece of burnt scones into the little girl's hands. "Your senior sister is injured. Let's eat this to fill our stomach for now."
Although the cake was a little mushy, it tasted crispy and fragrant.
Although my senior brother looks cold and aloof, his actions are warm and welcoming.
Mu Xue looked through the campfire at Cen Qianshan, who was sitting alone opposite her. He sat there with his eyes downcast, rubbing his palms slowly, using his knuckles to exert force, and occasionally making one or two light sounds from his joints.
Don't seem happy
Mu Xue felt that compared to her master and senior brothers and sisters at Xiaoyao Peak, she was much more incompetent back then.
Probably the only satisfactory thing was that he still remembered to cook for Xiaoshan every day and did not let him go hungry.
Xiaoshan is good at all kinds of household chores, but seems to be not good at cooking. Every day he would prepare all kinds of ingredients, wash and chop them, and wait for Mu Xue to come over and just move the pot and spoon to stir-fry.
Mu Xue, who was devoted to her work, was used to squeezing out a little time to cook two dishes and have dinner with her little apprentice.
Watching Xiaoshan eating with relish and praising her cooking skills endlessly, Mu Xue gradually felt that this was the most relaxing time of the day.
I took a nap by the campfire.
Mu Xue was awakened by an alluring fragrance.
Cen Qianshan, who was agile and powerful, had hunted a whole wild boar at some point and had laid it down by the stream. He washed it, cut it open, and took out the best parts to stew in a clay pot.
Miao Hong'er had long been squatting beside the bubbling, fragrant earthenware pot, watching the crisp bamboo shoots, red dates and other ingredients bubbling out of the milky white soup. The beautiful color combination and the tempting aroma made her appetite grow.
"Are you stuffing a whole chicken into a pig's stomach, sewing it up, and stewing it in a clay pot?" Miao Honger asked.
Cen Qianshan had his sleeves rolled up and was grilling a piece of marinated pork neck. He just hummed lightly when he heard this.
Mu Xue had been eating roasted sweet potatoes and potatoes for several days. When she woke up, she suddenly found a mellow and nourishing pork belly soup, juicy roasted meat, and a plate of pleasing wild fern in front of her. It was like a feast in front of her.
Coincidentally, they are all my favorite dishes.
She was delighted, and ate several pieces of meat-filled biscuits with the fragrant white soup in one go, until her stomach felt a little uncomfortable.
Cen Qianshan didn't know where he got out a basin of washed raspberries from. The bright red fruits were hanging in the cool stream water and were placed casually on the stone table in front of Mu Xue.
Mu Xue cried out in her heart.
Even though he was very full, he couldn't help but use his little hands to touch the sour and sweet fruits one by one and eat them.
When did Xiaoshan learn how to cook, and cook so deliciously.
"I didn't expect that Brother Dao's cooking skills were so amazing that I had to give up my nickname of a skilled chef." Although Miao Hong'er was seriously injured and couldn't stand greasy food, she couldn't help but eat a lot of it due to her nature. She was still thinking about asking for the recipe in her mind.
"Are these the classic dishes of the Demonic Spirit World? Indeed, many dishes of the Demonic Spirit World are very different from those of our Fairy Spirit World. They are worth learning."
"These are the favorite foods of my master. I just made them a lot in recent years and I am familiar with them." Cen Qianshan said slowly. He turned his eyes slightly and saw a white little hand touching the red raspberries and eating them in his peripheral vision.
"I don't know... whether it suits my taste or not."
It's delicious, so delicious. Mu Xue replied to him in her heart. I haven't eaten it for many years, but I'm so greedy. My Xiaoshan is still the best.
Before, Cen Qianshan looked cold and heartless, and he was also a demon, so everyone was somewhat wary of him and never talked much to him.
Now he changed his usual behavior and took the initiative to open the topic, Miao Honger couldn't help but get curious.
The person in front of him is the protagonist of the century-old story. Various versions of the tragic love between them as master and disciple have already spread to both worlds.
Miao Honger cleared her throat and asked tentatively, "Brother Cen is so capable, Master Mu must have loved you very much back then."
Cen Qianshan's slender fingers slowly turned the soup bowl in his hand, "Perhaps because I was too naughty back then, Master left me like that and no longer cared about me. Even his soul never came back to see me."
No, no, Xiaoshan, please listen to my explanation. Master, I have my own difficulties. Mu Xue sighed in her heart.
I don't know why, but after hearing Xiaoshan say this, I inexplicably felt that I was ungrateful and owed him something.
Zhong Bo sighed and said, "I don't know what kind of woman that Mu family is. She could make a person like you abandon your cultivation and be obsessed with her for a hundred years without forgetting her."
"Master, she is naturally the best person in the world." Cen Qianshan turned the bowl in his hand and suddenly sneered, "If it is for Master, what does cultivation mean?"
When he smiled like that, he brought out a sense of arrogance that Mu Xue was not familiar with. He just happened to look up, and his eyes, filled with hurt and resentment, passed through Mu Xue vaguely.
Mu Xue suddenly felt that her troubled heart would not heal in the short term.
My heart is like a clear mirror, but the green mountains in the mirror are so tempting.
After eating this sumptuous meal, Zhongbo said goodbye to everyone, "My wish has been fulfilled. I will not go on any further. I will say goodbye to you all now."
He told everyone that he lived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain and agreed to meet again after leaving the divine realm.
Finally, he took Cen Qianshan to say goodbye alone, and sighed, "It's okay for the others, we can still see each other in the end. But I'm afraid I won't see you, little brother Cen, again. I feel really sad about this."
Cen Qianshan was much taller than him. He looked down at him, then looked over his body at the three brothers and sisters who were having fun together behind him. His eyes seemed to be slightly red.
Zhong Bo sighed in his heart. Although this man had a fierce reputation and was taciturn, who would have thought that he was such a sentimental person who valued friendship and loyalty. Not only did he help him several times along the way, but he was also reluctant to leave when they parted. It was really touching.
When we first met, I had many assumptions about him and was extremely wary of him. It seems I was too narrow-minded.
"I'm not afraid of making you laugh at me when I say this, but I used to have a stereotyped impression of you demon cultivators, always thinking that you were all evil, crazy, and wild. Now that I've met you, I know that rumors can't be trusted. I just hope that in the future there will be a chance for the two worlds to connect, so that you and I can have a night of conversation around the fire and drink wine together."
Mu Xue and others stepped on the colorful stones on the sacred road, waved goodbye to Zhong Bo, and continued their journey.
The melodious sound of the erhu sounded behind me, deep in the sunset, sending my friend on his journey.
There are severe storms ahead and the journey will be difficult.
We are unafraid.