Cen Qianshan's successful tribulation quickly became the hottest topic in the streets and alleys of Fuwang City. Not only those Jindan stage masters who were trapped in a dilemma saw hope.
Even ordinary low-level cultivators and even mortals were excited because a Nascent Soul cultivator, which was extremely rare in the entire Demon Spirit World, appeared in the city.
In the wine shops and teahouses, people were talking about this matter excitedly. In the bookstores, all the books about Cen Qianshan's life and deeds were sold out. Even the vendors on the street had rows of mirage platforms with bright lights that recorded the images of Cen Qianshan's tribulation.
A group of children were squatting in front of the stall, and when they saw the thick purple lightning falling from the sky, they all screamed in surprise.
The storyteller in the teahouse was extremely excited as he watched the packed house. He showed off his skills more and more, telling the hottest erotic story in a vivid and touching way, which drew rounds of applause.
"It is said that Cen Qianshan was careless for a moment and was trapped in the willow bushes. Just as he was about to struggle, a tender willow branch lifted his chin and a small white flower bloomed in front of his eyes. The white flower was delicate, and the center of the flower exuded musk, and a sweet fragrance filled his nose.
Cen Qianshan thought to himself that something was wrong and hurriedly held his breath, but it was too late.
The sweet fragrance instantly penetrated into his lungs, and immediately made his limbs numb. He could not use his spiritual energy to drive his magic weapon, and could only let the willow branches tightly wrap around him, bind his limbs, and tie his hands behind his back, hanging him in the flowers and willows. Only a pair of long legs were exposed outside the bushes, and he could not struggle in vain.
"Just when Cen Qianshan was at a loss, a short chuckle suddenly came from behind him. The chuckle was so short that it was impossible to tell the personality or age of the person.
Cen Qianshan was horrified, not knowing who was behind him, an enemy or a friend. If it was an enemy, he would have lost all his spiritual power and would be hanging in the air, unable to even look at who was behind him. He would only be bullied and manipulated by others, which would be worse than death.
But the man did not move, neither refusing to reveal his identity nor hurting him. He could almost clearly feel that the silent gaze behind him seemed to carry a weak electric current, rubbing back and forth on his skin, making his hair stand on end and he was extremely frightened.
But at this moment, when the sweet fragrance entered my stomach, not only did my limbs feel weak, but a strange heat inexplicably rose in my body.
He was tortured by this silent fear for a long time. Suddenly, the man behind him reached out and grabbed his ankle and slowly took off his boots.
Cen Qianshan shuddered all over, frightened and scared, his feet felt numb and hot, his whole body felt weak, and he almost cried. He couldn't help but repeatedly call out to his most respected master to come and save him.
The man behind him smiled and said, "Xiaoshan is in this state, do you need your help?"
Just when he was talking about the wonderful part, the audience burst into laughter, and then someone shouted,
"Impossible, this is too much of a lie. You guys were not at the scene of the thunder yesterday. Not to mention the Silver Willow, even the Iron Willow and the Steel Willow could not withstand half a finger of his. With Mr. Cen's heroic demeanor, I don't believe he can be so submissive in front of his beloved."
Someone immediately retorted, "You are seeing the present. The Cen family was still young and fresh back then. Of course, anything could have happened. Sir, don't pay attention to him, just keep talking."
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Coming out of the back door of the teahouse, the storyteller led his little apprentice on the way home. His home was in the alley behind the teahouse.
Thanks to everyone, with the money in my pocket, I can have a good meal with my little apprentice in the evening. The storyteller thought happily as he walked.
At the entrance of the alley, he was startled by a figure waiting against the wall with his hands crossed. He subconsciously wanted to run away, but after realizing that he couldn't run away, he gritted his teeth and approached the man who was the talk of the town.
The storyteller and his little apprentice stood trembling in their small room, looking at the big man who had inexplicably appeared in their small room.
Cen Qianshan was standing at the only table by the window, slowly flipping through the manuscript of his latest storybook.
"Mr. Cen... Mr. Cen." The storyteller carefully observed his expression and saw that he was not angry. He then said carefully, "This latest book is written according to your wishes. All those irrelevant voluptuous women are described as extremely miserable. Mr. Mu is only good to you with all his heart."
Cen Qianshan just nodded lightly, but the slight curl of his thin lips made the storyteller breathe a sigh of relief and feel a little relieved.
The storyteller summoned up his courage and said, "Master Cen, to be honest, I have been writing your story for so many years. Although it is a clumsy work, I am more looking forward to seeing the ending of this story than anyone else in Fuwang City."
"I heard that you successfully conceived a baby," the storyteller rubbed his hands, "If you can successfully conceive a baby, you will surely be able to continue your relationship with the Mu family one day. We are all waiting to see."
Cen Qianshan paused while turning the pages of the book and turned his head slightly. "I came to you because I want to ask you something. You... must be very experienced in this area."
If the light in the room had not been so dim, at that moment, the young disciple would have even thought that Master Cen's face was blushing.
"What?" After understanding what Cen Qianshan said, the storyteller rushed to the table and said, "You mean, you have reunited with the Mu family?"
His eager desire to see the plot firsthand made him temporarily forget his fear of the great devil Cen.
Cen Qianshan: "Can you really help me?"
"Of course, of course. I have been focusing on erotic stories for decades." The storyteller patted his chest excitedly and assured, "I dare not say anything else, but you can ask me about the things between men and women. But what kind do you want? Please sit down for a while, please don't be disgusted, I will go and get you a glass of water."
"I'm about to go meet her. I don't have much experience, and I just want to make her happier."
"Yes, yes, yes. I have picture albums, books, and even lanterns and mirages here." The storyteller moved things onto the table and whispered to him, "They are all things that make girls happy."
This time, the young disciple really saw a layer of rosy glow on Mr. Cen’s handsome face.
But he still took action, sweeping everything that his master had placed on the table into his storage bag, and left behind a handful of spirit stones.
The young disciple keenly felt that this legendary man who was incomparably powerful actually had a delicate and gentle heart of glass.
He sat in front of the window, the sunlight coming through the window covering his entire body, making his handsome face reveal a bit of happiness and tenderness, completely different from the bleak and cruel appearance seen not long ago.
Think of this man who has worked hard for hundreds of years in loneliness for the girl he loves. Now that his wish has come true, he wants to give his sweetheart more happiness.
The whole person looks radiant and bright, making people unable to take their eyes away.
The young apprentice was stunned by what he saw, and felt his heart pounding because of their love. He wished he could pick up the pen right now, write quickly, and start his next creation.
In the fairyland, a child beside the field pointed at a white cloud floating in the sky.
"Look, it's an immortal."
Her parents who were working in the fields looked up and saw a woman in red walking on the clouds, crossing the green fields and heading towards Zhangjia Town in the distance.
"Oh, it's the goddess of the Zhang family," the mother put her hands together and bowed in the direction of the distant clouds, "child, pray quickly and let the goddess bless you."
The Zhang family's courtyard is now the most magnificent house in the village. Ever since one of their daughters met an immortal during the Zhengyuan Festival ten years ago and was led to the immortal mountain, the family's life has changed dramatically.
The owner of the house was kind-hearted by nature and did not like to show off too much, so he stopped those endless banquets and gifts, and was unwilling to move to a town with a more comfortable life, but stayed in his hometown.
The eldest daughter-in-law of Zhang, who was coming out of the kitchen, suddenly saw a girl in red stepping on a cloud and falling into the yard. She was so frightened that she dropped the plate in her hand, "Oh my god."
Mother Zhang, who was feeding chickens in the yard in an apron, heard the call, turned her head, threw away the dustpan in her hand, wiped her hands on her apron, ran over and hugged Mu Xue.
Her hands were black and rough from her early years of hard work, and she was short and skinny. But this embrace was probably the only one in the world that would rush up to hug her regardless of the time.
Mu Xue no longer felt the alienation she had in her childhood. To her, this mortal woman who gave birth to her and was related to her by blood was her true mother.
It was she who gave me a brand new life and a precious and happy childhood.
"Mom. I came home to see you." She squatted down and gently let her mother hold her tightly in her arms.
The news that the daughter of the Zhang family who had become a fairy had returned home to visit her family quickly spread throughout the area. The front door of the Zhang family was crowded with neighbors who were looking in to take a peek. Even the nearby trees were clinging to the naughty children who wanted to get a glimpse of the fairy's true appearance.
Unfortunately, the goddess likes quietness and doesn’t like to be disturbed. She doesn’t see outsiders at all and only sees her own relatives behind closed doors.
In the lobby of Zhang's house, Mu Xue's two new sisters-in-law and her elder sister Zhang Daya, all dressed in formal attire, nervously introduced their children to Mu Xue. The older one was about the same age as when Mu Xue left home, and the younger one was still babbling in her arms.
Under the expectant gazes of her two sisters-in-law and sister, Mu Xue reached out and touched the top of each child's head in accordance with the legendary custom.
The immortal touched my head, tied my hair and granted me immortality.
In reality, it is just a custom that carries good wishes. Even practitioners like Mu Xue cannot achieve immortality and is the same age as Taixu, let alone a child who is just touched on the head by them.
Looking at these children playing and frolicking in the yard, their eyes and brows reflected the appearance of herself and her brothers and sisters in the past. Mu Xue seemed to see her own childhood when her brothers and sisters were fighting over her to hold her in their arms and running around in the yard at home.
Mu Xue suddenly thought of the demon who had lived in the void for a long time. He was high above everyone else and despised the fragility of human beings.
But looking at the descendants of these mortals in front of her at this moment, Mu Xue suddenly realized from another perspective that although individual humans are fragile and short-lived, the entire race has a powerful way to continue life.
Once a strong man like Tianmo is destroyed, he will disappear from the world forever. Perhaps he is a pitiful person.
Mu Xue came to her own vegetable garden, where her brother Zhang Dazhu was busy picking a few cucumbers from the rack. The crisp cucumbers with flowers and thorns were picked and placed in a bamboo basket with bright red tomatoes. They were washed in well water and were so fresh and tender that they were very attractive.
"Xiaoxue, why are you here? Be careful not to stain your skirt with mud." Dazhu saw her, turned around and smiled, "I'll be back soon."
He is now married and has a baby. He still looks like a teenager, with a mouthful of white teeth when he smiles.
"I thought that since it's rare for you to come back, you might not be interested in other things, so I wanted to let you taste the vegetables that I picked right from home."
Mu Xue sat on the ridge of the field, picked up a washed tomato, put it in her mouth and took a big bite. The sweet and sour flesh covered the tip of her tongue. The fresh red juice flowed down through her fingers.
"It turns out that the fairy aunt also eats."
"It turns out that Auntie gets her hands dirty just like us when she eats tomatoes."
A few children who followed secretly hid behind the fence and whispered. When they saw Mu Xue turned around, they quickly pulled each other and ran away.
Zhang Dazhui picked up the bamboo basket full of vegetables and walked home with Mu Xue one after the other.
He walked along the edge of the field, and from time to time he looked back at his sister who was already revered as a fairy. He was always worried that she would accidentally fall on the dirt road like she had done in the past.
"Next year's Zhengyuan Festival will be the once-every-three-year Immortal Fate Conference," Zhang Dazhu asked, "You've seen all of our children. Do you have any...dolls that look like you?"
Mu Xue shook her head. There were no children with outstanding talents among the younger generations in her family.
Zhang Dazhu let out a long sigh, "It's good that he didn't. Although it's a great thing that you, Xue, became an immortal. But you don't know that year when I carried you to the town, I came back with nothing in my arms. I don't know how sad I was. I almost made a fool of myself several times and wanted to turn back and take you home."
Mu Xue smiled, just like when she was six years old, following her brother and walking slowly along the ridge of the field.
In Guiyuan Sect, Xiao Changge was inspecting the growth of the seedlings in the flower field where the Xumu butterflies were cultivated.
"The Xumu butterflies are being raised well this year. After the new year, during the Zhengyuan Festival, the Golden Butterfly Festival will surely recruit many outstanding new disciples for the sect." Xiao Changge said.
The fellow junior students complimented him: "No matter how many butterflies there are, it's hard to compare with your class. You have produced such amazing talents like you and Xiaoxue."
Xiao Changge looked up at the world at the foot of the mountain: "You have never been out of the mountain gate, and you think your brothers and I are amazing. In fact, the world outside is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There are really countless people with extraordinary talents. We are nothing."
On Biyou Peak, Ding Lanlan, Lin Yin and several fellow sisters were playing together.
"Since I was only in our own mountain, I always felt that I was a pretty good person." Ding Lanlan fiddled with a puppet that her junior sister bought from the market at the foot of the mountain while talking about what she saw and heard during her journey.
"When I arrived at the Demon Spirit Realm, I realized that I was far inferior to those demon cultivators who were on the brink of death every day. I almost died at the hands of the demon cultivators before I even left Huanxi City. Fortunately, I met Mr. Cen, who saved me."
"Did you really meet that Love Mountain? Does he look exactly like the one in the Sea Mirage?"
"Not only that, he looks even more handsome than the one in the Mirage Terrace, and he is gentle and polite. He really lives up to his reputation." While Ding Lanlan was talking, she suddenly frowned, "Where did this puppet come from?"
In her hand was a tin man made of ordinary cast iron, with stiff limbs and rough workmanship, but with a very flexible demeanor and behavior. When Ding Lanlan tried to grab it and open its chest, the clumsy little puppet let out a sharp cry and escaped from her hand.
Ding Lanlan always felt something was wrong.
"This? I don't know who invented it, but it's much smarter and more useful than ordinary puppets." The junior sister who owns the puppet said, "What's strange is that it has such complex and high-end craftsmanship, but the price is not expensive and very affordable. It's very popular recently, and many people have bought one."
Ding Lanlan thought for a moment, and the strange magic circles she saw in the demon spirit suddenly came to her mind. Her chest was pounding. She suddenly grabbed the puppet, opened its chest, and saw the familiar and strange magic circle near the heart.