In the wing room.
The lights flickered and there was silence.
As soon as Bai Ling ran in, she said in surprise, "Hey, Chanchan, why are you down here? Weren't you still in bed just now?"
Luo Qingzhou followed to the door and looked inside.
The cold girl was wearing a light green dress, with her arms folded across her chest and a sword in her arms, standing motionless in front of the window.
The window was open and the cold wind was howling.
The girl's long hair was slightly disheveled and her pretty face was cold, as if she was looking at the falling snow outside the window in deep thought.
Bailing quickly went over to close the window, holding her hand and saying, "Silly girl, you have a stomachache, why are you still blowing the cold wind? Go back to bed and lie down. Hey, why did you put on your clothes so quickly? Weren't you sleeping naked just now? I was going to let my uncle come in... Uh, my uncle is here to see you."
Xia Chan glared at her.
Bailing quickly turned her head and looked towards the door and said, "Uncle, I didn't lie to you. Chanchan really likes to sleep naked. If you don't believe me, come and see. Chanchan hasn't even had time to put on her underwear. She's naked..."
"snort!"
Xia Chan snorted coldly, turned her head and looked towards the door, her pretty face cold.
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to go in, nor did he dare to look at her any more. He bowed his head and saluted at the door and said, "Miss Xia Chan, the eldest lady asked me to come and see you. If you're not feeling well, you'd better lie down in bed... and drink more hot water."
Bai Ling chuckled: "Son-in-law, can't you say something else?"
Luo Qingzhou paused and said, "Rest more."
Bailing couldn't help but chuckle. After laughing for a while, she blinked at the girl beside her and said, "Chanchan, my uncle is not like this in front of me. He is very good at talking and always tells jokes to make me happy."
Luo Qingzhou was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore, and said with a cupped hand: "Since Miss Xia Chan is fine, I will take my leave, and you should have a good rest."
After saying that, he stepped out and closed the door for them.
It’s better to go back and cultivate your spirit as soon as possible.
Not long after he left, Xia Chan in the room frowned, covered her stomach, and a trace of pain flashed between her brows.
Bailing quickly helped her lie down on the bed and covered her with a quilt. She couldn't help but say, "Silly girl, if you keep pretending like this, you will regret it."
Xia Chan lay in the quilt without saying a word, revealing only a pretty face that was somewhat pale. Her dark eyes stared blankly at the curtain above, her hand still tightly grasping her sword.
Bailing sat down on the edge of the bed, reached into her quilt, and gently rubbed her belly. "How about I go call my son-in-law back to rub your belly?"
Xia Chan was still staring blankly, not saying anything.
Bai Ling couldn't help but sigh, "Are all little beggars so stubborn? When the young lady and I met you, you were worse than Dongdong and Xixi. You couldn't even beg for food or dig for food in the garbage. Maybe it wasn't that you couldn't, but that you would rather starve to death than be humiliated. Or maybe you wanted to die at that time... I remember you were only twelve years old at that time?"
"So I asked you to go and see how my uncle is doing in advance. When you see the two little beggars, you will feel the same way and feel sympathetic, right?"
"So you saw that my son-in-law brought them steamed buns every day, chatted with them, and was so handsome, that's why..."
Xia Chan suddenly looked at her and said coldly: "You are so long-winded."
Bai Ling's eyes lit up and she laughed, "Chanchan, you finally don't say a word?"
Then he frowned again and asked in confusion, "It's really strange tonight. The lady suddenly spoke, and you also suddenly said three words for the first time. No, it seems to be five words... You are really long-winded... Hey, it seems to be three words again..."
Xia Chan ignored her and continued to stare blankly.
Bai Ling took her hands out from under the quilt and began to count seriously with her fingers: "One, two, three, five..."
After a while, he suddenly sighed: "Chanchan, you have good vision... I regret it... Is it too late?"
Xia Chan simply turned sideways and faced her back.
"Why… "
Bailing glanced at her, sighed again, stretched out her slender jade fingers, touched her lips and said: "It's really annoying. My son-in-law always likes to kiss my lips and hug my waist. How can I stop him? It's so annoying..."
Luo Qingzhou returned to the house, gave Xiaodie some instructions, then closed the door and left his body.
He practiced the Thunder Fist in the room for an hour before floating out of the window.
Although it is very dangerous outside and he almost died twice in a row, if he wants to make his soul stronger, he must continue to go out and accept the test and tempering of the night.
Hiding in the house all the time, I can only stay in this night wandering state forever.
Last night I heard that powerful spirit mention immortality.
To be honest, he had never thought about something so distant and illusory before, but now, he had a little hope.
Maybe it's true as the book says.
When the spirit and soul are cultivated to a certain level, one can achieve immortality.
At that time, it was naturally a completely different world.
Whether a mortal or a cultivator, a peddler or a high and mighty king, who doesn't have a dream of immortality
Luo Qingzhou floated into the air, his whole body wrapped in fluorescent light, and floated carefully towards the Yuanyang Tower.
He suddenly thought that the mask on his face could emit a warm fluorescent shield to protect his soul when worn.
What if the physical body is wearing it
He decided to give it a try tomorrow morning to see if wearing this magical mask on his physical body would have any other effects.
Have a safe journey.
When he was a hundred meters away from Yuanyang Tower, he stopped, not daring to approach rashly, and looked towards the top of the attic.
On the eaves last night, the figure emitting moonlight all over his body was still standing there, with his clothes fluttering, as if he had never left since last night.
The red round bead embedded in the top of the attic was silent and there was nothing unusual about it.
Luo Qingzhou approached slowly, bowed and said: "Senior..."
A handkerchief suddenly floated out from the moonlight and landed on the red round bead, completely covering it.
Luo Qingzhou heaved a sigh of relief, quickly floated over, stood behind the moon-white figure, and said respectfully: "Thank you, senior. You have been here for a long time, right?"
The moon-white figure looked quietly into the distance without replying.
Luo Qingzhou stood there for a while, not knowing whether to continue talking or just tell the story, when the moon-white figure finally spoke: "There should be more to the story last night, right? Did you miss some?"
Luo Qingzhou was stunned, with a hint of surprise on his face: "Senior, how did you know there is more ahead?"
When he talked about "Journey to the West" last night, he did simplify it a lot. He just wanted to tell the main story and didn't think of telling it word for word. I didn't expect that this person knew there was more to it after listening to it for the first time.
The moon-white figure was silent for a while, and then said vaguely, "I thought about it many times last night, and I always felt that there was something missing in the beginning, which should be the background."
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but admire and said: "Indeed, there is still some background that I haven't explained. I just felt that the beginning was a bit cumbersome, so I simplified it."
The white figure of Yue turned his head slightly, as if looking at him: "Complicated?"
After a pause, he said, "Tell it again, without missing a word."
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, and felt that her tone suddenly became a little solemn. He was puzzled, but he didn't think much about it and immediately said respectfully: "Yes."
"The poem says: Before the world was divided into two parts, the world was in chaos, and it was so vast that no one could see it. Ever since Pangu broke through the chaos, the world has been divided into clear and turbid. All living things look up to the Supreme Benevolence, and all things are created for good. If you want to know the power of creation, you must read Journey to the West..."
As soon as this poem was read out, the moon-white figure looking at the distant darkness suddenly moved, retracted his gaze, and held his breath.
"I have heard that the number of heaven and earth is 129,600 years per year. One year is divided into twelve periods, which are the twelve branches of the Chinese Zodiac: Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai..."
Luo Qingzhou had just finished speaking these few sentences when the moon-white figure suddenly spoke up: "Stop for a moment, and repeat it again from the beginning."
Luo Qingzhou looked at her strangely, didn't dare to say anything more, and continued to tell the story from the beginning.
An hour later.
The white figure looked solemn, and spoke again in an ethereal voice: "Watching the chess pieces being played, the clinking of woodcutters, walking slowly at the edge of the valley, selling firewood and wine, laughing wildly and intoxicated by my emotions. The autumn is high, facing the moon as a pillow under the roots of a pine tree, and sleeping until dawn... Can you tell it again from the beginning? Thank you for your hard work."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her again, and had to patiently start over again, wondering in his heart: Did she think this story was good and wanted to write it down? But with her current ability, she should be able to remember it after just listening to it once, right? Could it be that these words contained other things that she couldn't remember
That book said that there are secret methods in the world that can only be passed on orally and not in writing.
Some secret methods contain some mysterious power, which can only be passed on orally and practiced, but cannot be memorized in the mind...
I don’t think so.
It's just a mythical fantasy story.
Another hour later.
It was approaching early morning.
Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to stay any longer, so he could only bow and apologize: "Senior, it's getting late, I should go back now."
The moon-white figure seemed not to have heard his words. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he muttered softly, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.
Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to say it again respectfully.
The moon-white figure came back to his senses, turned his head and looked at him, was silent for a moment, and murmured: "It's your wife again, is she waiting for you at home?"
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "Yes."
The moon-white figure looked at him for a moment and nodded slightly: "Go ahead, come early tomorrow night."
"Yes, senior."
Luo Qingzhou's heart moved, he turned around, floated up and left quickly.
Come earlier tomorrow night
It seems that this senior is very interested in his story.
That way, he might still have a chance to get some guidance.
Any guidance from a powerful spiritual master would probably benefit him a lot.
The moon-white figure watched him gradually disappear into the night, then stood on the eaves for a long time before his figure flashed and disappeared.
at the same time.
In a dilapidated mansion not far from Chengguo Mansion.
In a room in the backyard.
The candlelight is scarlet and the incense is curling.
An old woman wearing a round hat and flowery clothes was sitting cross-legged in front of a row of candles, performing a ritual with her eyes closed.
A middle-aged man stood in the shadows behind her, holding his breath.
Soon, the candlelight in the room flickered suddenly.
Then, two black shadows that were invisible to the naked eye suddenly rose from the ground, passed through the window, floated out, and soon disappeared in the wind and snow outside.
"Butler Wang, don't worry, that kid will die tonight!"