It is raining in Jingdu Mountain. The mountain is hazy and the air is moist.
A group of people walked on the rain-covered grass, rustling.
Qingjun glanced at the clouds. The sky was not beautiful, just like a person's low and gloomy mood. It was neither warm sunshine nor heavy rain, but continuous rain.
Mr. Zhai was already out of breath when he climbed halfway up the mountain. He lay on the tortoise shell, holding up an oil-paper umbrella and said, "Gu Fuyou, how did you know Miss Zhong was in Xuanmiao Gate?"
Mr. Zhai originally wanted to say, "Have you suddenly come to your senses and are you going to reconcile with her?" Considering that the two had a big fight that day, and Gu Fuyou's mood had been changeable in the past two days, and was even more abnormal now, he did not ask directly.
Qingjun replied: "I'm sure he's worried about Little White Dragon going too far, so he must still be in Nanzhou. Since he's in Nanzhou, the only place he can come to is Xuanmiao Gate." After all, all other places had fallen into Gu Fuyou's hands.
Her voice was lazily and inexplicably charming.
It was the first time that everyone heard her call Zhong Michu "Little White Dragon" and they all looked at her in surprise, wondering if she had really gone crazy and was behaving in such a strange way.
Yi'er walked at the back holding Yinhe Xinghan's hand. She looked at Qingjun pitifully, feeling worried and sad.
She didn't know what happened, but ever since she wanted to come along that day, her "Aman mother" became very cold when she saw her. She even keenly noticed that this coldness was almost like rejection.
So I could only follow at the end of the team.
Yi'er didn't understand. Her two mothers had already obtained the Thirty-Three Heavens, their enemies had been destroyed, and there would be no danger anymore. It was supposed to be a happy thing, but why did they end up quarreling
Suddenly, her mother got angry and left without a trace. Ah Man's mother became moody and her temperament changed drastically, and she even ignored her.
She felt sorry for herself, thinking that she was a child that no one wanted. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and tears welled up in her eyes.
When they reached the middle of the mountain, two plain-clothed disciples came flying over with swords, landed on the ground, put away their swords, and bowed to the crowd: "Are you visiting the mountain or looking for friends?"
Qingjun said directly: "Looking for Zhong Michu, see if she is here."
The two disciples looked at each other, sized up everyone again, and asked, "Do you have any name cards?"
There was no direct refutation, and from this question it was known that Zhong Michu was indeed here.
Qingjun was a little impatient. She hated being blocked by others. She still smiled and said, "What do you want a name card? My face is my name card. Zhong Michu will know it once she recognizes me."
The two disciples had never seen such shameless words, but Qingjun's face was very charming. She smiled at them, making their ears red.
One of them whispered, "Junior brother, I will go and inform the master, you follow them." Then he left like the wind.
The other person said in panic: "Hey, senior brother, senior brother!" He was a step too late.
The disciple secretly glanced at Qingyun, and when he met Qingyun's gaze, he quickly lowered his head, leaned to the side, made a gesture of invitation and said: "Everyone, please..."
They went up the mountain and entered the gate of the Mysterious Sect, where they saw the disciple who had left first. Next to the disciple stood a woman in a dark purple shirt, with an elegant figure.
Yi Er called out, "Uncle Dongli."
Dong Li smiled and said, "Hearing your description, I know that you came here to look for your mother."
Yi'er glanced at Qingjun and nodded: "Yeah."
Dong Li followed Yi'er's gaze and looked at Qingjun again. She had heard Zhong Michu mention Qingjun and Gu Fuyou, but had never seen Qingjun's physical body, so she couldn't be sure immediately when she saw him.
Now seeing Yi'er following her and her beautiful face, he knew that this was Qingjun's body, but he thought that it was Gu Fuyou inside.
Zhong Michu suddenly came back to Xuanmiao Gate. Even if Zhong Michu didn't say anything, Dong Li could guess that something had happened between them when he saw Zhong Michu's distraught look.
So she was surprised that Gu Fuyou came to Xuanmiaomen. She asked, "Are you here to see Michu?"
Qingjun looked like someone who had come to collect a debt: "Where is she?"
Dong Li was an understandable person. He pondered for a while. Although he did not understand the entanglement between Zhong Michu and Gu Fuyou, he knew that the person who tied the bell should be the one to untie it. The two of them had to solve their own problems. He was determined and said in a gentle voice, "She is in the mountain tomb. Come with me."
Seven hundred years ago, Ji Chaoling destroyed the main peak of Jingdu Mountain. Xuanmiao Sect found a peak on the east side and rebuilt the mountain gate.
The former main peak collapsed and turned into a large lake a hundred years later. The broken boulders on the edge were eroded by wind, sand and rain, forming a cliff standing on the east side of the lake.
The rocks on the cliff are pale and have countless crisscrossing cracks, as thick as a thumb, telling of the destruction of Xuanmiao Gate a hundred years ago.
There are many slender stone tablets on the cliff. They are simple and without much decoration. They are only engraved with names and positions to commemorate the dead.
The former ancestral hall has been destroyed, and this is the new "ancestral hall" of Xuanmiao Gate.
When Qingjun came over, he saw the man in white kneeling between the two stone tablets in the misty rain.
The green rain washed the stone tablets clean. In front of each of the two stone tablets, there was a southern candle plant with emerald green leaves and crystal red fruits washed by the rain.
The man stood still, his sleeves swaying in the wind, blending into the painting.
Qingjun's footsteps landed silently. She clasped her hands behind her back and walked behind the person. She leaned forward, lowered her head and looked at her, calling out, "Little White Dragon."
Zhong Michu opened her eyes and looked up. After being soaked by the rain, her complexion became brighter, her skin became whiter, her lips became redder, and her pair of golden pupils were clean and clear, as if they had been rained on by water.
Her eyes widened slightly, and when she saw Qingjun, she was surprised, happy, and painful. She thought it was Gu Fuyou, but after a moment her eyes dimmed, and she recognized it was Qingjun.
Zhong Michu slowly lowered his head.
Qingjun put one hand on her shoulder, turned his face to her other side, and said with a smile: "I thought you were hurt by love, and drank to drown your sorrows, but it turns out that you are just standing on this cliff, enjoying the wind."
Qingjun said: "Why, you don't look happy when you see it's not her."
Zhong Michu stood up and said softly, "Qingjun, don't make noise here."
Zhong Michu gestured to the side. Qingjun saw the two stone tablets, one for the 24th generation head, Ji Chaoling, and the other for the third elder, Yun Ran. Qingjun smiled apologetically and said, "Oh, I'm sorry for disturbing the peace of the dead."
The two of them left the mountain tomb. Dongli Yier and the others were waiting outside. When Yier saw Zhong Michu, she felt wronged and ran over to her and threw herself on her: "Mother."
Zhong Michu patted her on the back. Yier let her go.
Zhong Michu pointed to the mountain grave and said, "Yier, this is the resting place of my mother's mother, my master, and all the elders. Pay your respects to them."
Yi Er heard that it was her grandmother and the master, and said obediently: "Yi Er wants to go in and kowtow to them."
Zhong Michu shook his head and said softly: "She doesn't like the dragon clan, so let's just stay here."
Yi'er had heard some rumors, so she stopped asking questions, nodded obediently, and bowed in the direction of the tomb.
Zhong Michu led everyone back and went to Gushen Peak.
Everyone rested in the guest room, while Zhong Michu and Qingjun went to the study.
Because it was a rainy day, the air was damp, and everything was wet and sticky. Zhong Michu opened her palm, and the moisture in the room automatically gathered in her palm, while she asked, "Why are you awake again?"
Qingjun stared at her with a smile. After entering the room, Zhong Michu's face was still a little pale: "You don't want to see me?"
"… "
Qingjun sat down on the velvet cushion in front of the desk and glanced at Zhong Michu lazily: "She has a nightmare and is haunted by demons. Her mind is very fragile. It will be easy for me to get out."
Zhong Michu lit the fire and was brewing tea. After a long while, he asked softly, "How is she..."
"It's very bad. I'm almost turning my body into a mad woman."
Zhong Michu made some tea, brought a cup and placed it next to Qingyun's hand.
Qingjun held her cheek and said, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"
"What do you want to see me for?"
Qingjun sneered, propped up her body with her hands on the desk, crossed the desk, and hooked Zhong Michu's chin with her other hand: "Little White Dragon, if I hadn't come, you might have met a lunatic next time. By then, she might not only harm others, but even you."
"Do you think you should thank me, your ancestor?" Qingjun smiled and stroked Zhong Michu's chin dishonestly.
Zhong Michu grabbed her wrist, and the two of them were only a foot apart, staring into each other's eyes.
The study door was not closed, and even in winter, the bamboo curtains were half-closed. Mr. Zhai and Yi'er came over because they were hungry and wanted to ask Zhong Michu for some food. They were also worried that the two of them would quarrel again. Who knew that when he looked out, he saw the two people in the room in this posture.
Zhong Michu and Qingjun heard the noise and saw what was happening.
Mr. Zhai suddenly unfolded his folding fan, covered his face with it, and said, "Sorry to bother you." He took Yi'er's hand and left quickly.
Zhong Michu let go of Qingyun's wrist. Qingyun sat back, covered her mouth and yawned delicately, glancing at the horizontally placed zither below. The desk was tidy, with a celadon vase with flowers in the left corner and a few books on top.
Qingjun picked up the last book, "A New Interpretation of Formation", and flipped through a few pages. When he saw a line of words on the margin of the book, he smiled and said, "Who wrote these words? Were they scratched with chicken claws?"
Zhong Michu said nothing. Qingjun smiled and asked, "Did that girl write it?"
Zhong Michu's face was filled with heat, and he looked a little tired.
Qingjun shook her head: "Xiao Bailong, tell me, are you stupid? No one can persuade her about the Zuo family's affairs. You are the last one who should persuade her with your status. But you want to get involved. It's a thankless task and you've caused trouble for nothing." Qingjun leaned his face against her, looked up at her with a squint, and smiled: "She stabbed you in the heart, doesn't it hurt?"
Zhong Michu said: "If I can't persuade her, who else can persuade her?"
"That's right." Qingjun put her hands in front of her eyes, and spoke as if she had just woken up from a deep sleep: "Then be more patient, be prepared to be stabbed, and have a good talk with her."
"Qingjun?" Zhong Michu's expression changed slightly.
Qingyun suddenly fell onto the desk. Before Zhong Michu could react, his hand naturally reached out and placed it on Qingyun's forehead.
Qingjun seemed to have fallen asleep on the table, with her forehead pressing against Zhong Michu's palm.
Zhong Michu's breathing tightened. She guessed what was going on and her heart beat faster. She was not ready to see her yet.
Just as I was about to pull my hand back, someone made a movement.
Gu Fuyou opened her eyes. She could feel that she had woken up from her dream, but she was puzzled by the state before her. She was clearly half lying on the bed before, but how could she be sitting and lying down now? Therefore, she doubted whether she was awake or not.
He blinked, raised his head, and met a pair of golden eyes.
Two pairs of eyes, both in shock.
Gu Fuyou was certain that the person who had run away to somewhere unknown and suddenly appeared in front of him, as well as the completely different environment around him, was undoubtedly a dream.
Gu Fuyou was holding back his anger. All the shame, anger, regret and pity he had felt that day turned into a foul breath. In addition, he felt lonely when he woke up from his dream for the first time and found that Zhong Michu was not by his side. It seemed as if she should have been by his side all the time. All of them became sharp spearheads pointing at Zhong Michu, ready to be launched.
Since it is a dream, it is your own territory, so it doesn’t matter what you do.
Just let it out without giving it much thought.
She grabbed Zhong Michu's wrist with lightning speed and pulled it towards herself, and with her other hand she pulled up the cuff of Zhong Michu's sleeve, quickly and neatly.
A section of Zhong Michu's white forearm was exposed.
There was a fierce light in Gu Fuyou's eyes, and he bit the forearm like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
She bit really hard, without holding back, wanting to bite out all the hatred in her heart. Even if she bit off not a single piece of good flesh from Zhong Michu's body, it would not be enough.
As I was biting it, I suddenly found that the soft touch in my mouth became a little harsh on my teeth.
Zhong Michu was pulled forward by Gu Fuyou, and she held on to the pile of books with one hand to steady herself. She lowered her eyes and looked at Gu Fuyou. She hadn't yet prepared herself to face her, and hadn't thought of what to say to her. But as she stared at her, she asked unconsciously, "Are you hungry again?"
Gu Fuyou froze for a moment, then relaxed and saw silvery-white scales emerging from the forearm, sparkling with her saliva.
"… "
Gu Fuyou raised his head again and asked tentatively: "Zhong Michu?"
The author has something to say: Jun: Even if you thought it was a dream and you wanted to vent, you only knew how to bite her. What a loser.
Gu:
Regarding the "You're hungry again" joke, at the end of Chapter 9.
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