After lying in bed for more than a month, Zhong Michu became discouraged and lost weight rapidly.
Pain can be healed, but heart disease is hard to cure.
Penglai Island is covered with snow in winter. The doors and windows are opened, facing the snowy scenery in the courtyard.
Zhong Michu sat on the mattress, pale and thin, with loose clothes on, a strand of black hair hanging down on his shoulder, slowly sliding in front of his body.
Dong Li and Liu Guizhen watched from outside the main gate and sighed secretly.
Liu Guizhen said: "This won't work. Only you can persuade her."
Dong Li lowered his eyebrows and said, "Gui Zhen, I have advised her enough."
"She is the head of the sect. She can't stay depressed forever."
Dong Li was very tired and glanced at Liu Guizhen. Liu Guizhen held her shoulders and said softly, "I'll go with you."
Liu Guizhen called out from outside the house, "Master." After a while, the two men walked into the house.
They knocked on the door from outside, but Zhong Michu didn't answer, so they had to go in by themselves.
The two walked to the bed, and Zhong Michu was still looking out at the snowy scene.
Dong Li said: "Mi Chu, the Dragon Clan has found the trace of Grandmaster Shouyi..."
When Liu Guizhen came over, he stepped on something. He moved it aside and saw that it was the master's token. He was startled and took a half step back, half kneeling on the ground: "Master, please forgive me."
Zhong Michu said softly: "Dongli, I will pass the leader token to you. From today on, you will be the leader of Xuanmiao Sect."
Dong Li was stunned, then came to his senses, a little angry, and said: "Mi Chu, do you know what you are talking about!"
"The headmaster has no right to appoint the next headmaster?"
"That's not what I'm referring to. You know the Master chose you, you..."
Liu Guizhen put his hand on Dongli's shoulder. Dongli came back to his senses. Fang realized that his tone was too heavy, so he calmed down: "I know you need time to calm down. It's okay. Guizhen and I will help you contact the people in the sect. When you recover, you can take over."
Zhong Michu turned around, her eyes became lighter, not as strong as the golden color when she turned into a dragon. She spoke softly, as if she was having difficulty speaking: "Dong Li, I don't want to be the headmaster, I am not suitable to be the headmaster."
Dong Li said angrily, "What do you want to do? You spend your whole life in depression, or you commit suicide, leaving behind so many things and so many people, and accompany the master and the headmaster to the grave. Even if you go to the underworld, how can you face the headmaster and the master!"
"Mi Chu, calculate how long it has been since you left this room?"
"What do I want to do?" Zhong Michu smiled sadly and said softly, "How do I know what I want to do?"
Zhong Michu lowered his head and looked at his hands. There were no dragon scales on his palms, but they were corroded by poisonous blood and covered with dark red scabs. "From childhood to adulthood, I had a master who told me what to do and what not to do. I had a teacher who planned for me the way of the sword, the art of magic, cultivation, and becoming an immortal."
"I don't know if this is what I want to do, but it's always right. People in the sect do this all their lives. There's nothing wrong with practicing to become an immortal. Maybe I also think that it's always right to obey the teachers. If I achieve something, I can see them happy and praise me. I always think that if I finally meet their expectations one day, Xuanzun, mother, she might treat me differently."
"Now that they are gone, why am I doing all these things?"
Dong Li said: "For yourself."
Zhong Michu said: "But these are not what I want to do."
Zhong Michu's vision gradually became blurred, tears gathered in her eyes, and the scar on her palm became blurred: "Gu Fuyou said I was a canary in a cage." Now even if I leave the cage, I can't fly.
Dong Li picked up the token and said in confusion: "Mi Chu, you have never said such words in all these years."
Zhong Michu said: "Because of Gu Fuyou, she summoned me out from the bottom of the mountain."
Dong Li felt that she was a little dazed and said, "Mi Chu, you need to rest."
"Dong Li, I am very sober. From that time on, I vaguely realized that becoming an immortal was not what I wanted. Being with her, I felt that I could find out what I wanted to do. I almost knew what I wanted to do, but the Zuo family ruined it!"
“They destroyed everything.”
Zhong Michu's chest heaved, and the tears that had accumulated at the edge of his eye sockets finally dripped down. The clear color of his eyes was mixed with gold and red, becoming the color of the afterglow of the setting sun, but without that kind of warmth, only the coldness of approaching dusk.
Dong Li said: "Life is not about coming and going without worries. In addition to ideals, there are also responsibilities. Mi Chu, although you don't know what you want to do, you always know what you should do. What you should do now is to cheer up. Even if you don't become the head of the sect, as a disciple, you have to avenge the injustice and hatred of Xuanmiao Sect."
"Think about it carefully." Dong Li gestured to Liu Guizhen, and they both stood up: "We won't disturb your rest. Mi Chu, you need to get a good night's sleep."
The two walked out. After a long time, Zhong Michu stood up.
When she was crossing the thunder, her right leg was injured by the lightning and it has not yet recovered. She walked barefoot to the door, one step deep and one step shallow, and holding the door frame, she walked to the corridor, where there were broken jades and white jades everywhere.
You are free now, no one is restraining you anymore.
She leaned against the pillar and slowly slid down to her knees, smiling helplessly, "They come as they say, and leave as they say."
After that day, Dongli didn't come to visit her for a long time.
Zhong Michu thought to herself that she must have disappointed her.
The one serving her was Kun Ling. The Dragon King transferred her over because she was a human, and humans were more careful than dragons, and also because she had had an interaction with Zhong Michu.
Zhong Michu asked, "What has Dongli been doing these days?"
It was very rare for her to ask questions on her own initiative.
Kun Ling was surprised and replied, "Miss Dongli and Master Liu are planning to go back to Xuanmiao Sect. His Majesty wants to build a tomb for your parents. Yunran Xuanzun passed away and his body dissipated. His Majesty wants to take some of Xuanzun's clothes and build a tomb for him to be buried with His Majesty Wujiang."
Zhong Michu's face suddenly changed: "He wants to be buried together?!" After all, Di Wujiang was her father, and she told Di Jun where his body was. It was inevitable that Di Jun would go to bring him back, and Di Jun would also guess who killed Di Wujiang.
What Zhong Michu could not have expected was that even after Emperor Jun knew about it, he still wanted to bury them together.
Zhong Michu suddenly stood up and walked out dragging his injured leg.
"Your Highness?!"
Zhong Michu went to the Zheng Palace, but did not see Emperor Jun. After asking the guards, he learned that Emperor Jun was in the Dragon Clan's Tomb.
When Zhong Michu arrived, Emperor Jun was asking the craftsmen in his clan to carve an inscription on a stele, which was to introduce the life of this royal member of the Sleeping Dragon Clan.
When Di Jun saw her, he smiled and said, "Are you willing to come out and bask in the sun?" His tone was cheerful and he seemed very happy.
Zhong Michu had a cold face when he saw that the craftsman had finished carving the life story of Di Wujiang. He turned around and carved Yun Ran's name, title, and cultivation level, and below that, carved Di Wujiang's wife.
Zhong Michu rushed forward, gathered his spiritual power, and smashed the inscription on the stele with one palm.
Di Jun stared, took a deep breath, his beard trembling, and shouted angrily: "You dragon cub, what are you doing!"
Zhong Michu was trembling all over, but she was also suppressing her anger. She faced Di Jun's angry expression and said, "She is not my father's wife, nor does she want to be my father's wife. Don't bury them together. This will dirty her reincarnation path."
Di Jun said, "What nonsense are you talking about! This woman killed Wujiang. If she hadn't died, I would have crushed her to dust. Now, at least for your sake, I am letting her enter the mausoleum. This is a great honor for her! How dare you smash your father's tombstone!"
"As long as I am here, I will not let her enter the mausoleum."
"You, you." Di Jun turned around in anger, and finally found a long whip on his subordinates. He whipped it down, pointed at Zhong Michu and said, "You are a disobedient and unfilial thing. You usually go against me, but it's fine if you don't change your surname. If you dare to break your father's tombstone today, you will kill your own family tomorrow. Do you really think that I only have you as my descendant, so I will indulge you and not dare to whip you?"
Zhong Michu knelt down without saying a word.
Di Jun laughed angrily: "Hey, you don't beg for mercy, you have a backbone, right? Well, a hard bone!"
He threw the whip to the ground and snorted coldly: "Since you are a tough guy, don't ask for help from others. If you have the ability, don't ask your grandfather for help in your life. You should avenge your master's revenge by yourself. Don't give in and ask me to lend you people!"
The inscription was re-engraved, and Emperor Jun did not bury Yun Ran and Emperor Wujiang together after all.
Dong Li and Liu Guizhen still went back to Xuanmiao Sect. Ji Xiyan became the sect leader as he wished. In the end, they did not kill all the elders, and the surviving elders were imprisoned in the Xuanmiao Sect's Heavenly Prison.
It was extremely strange. At first, the situation was tense, but it ended in a fight to the death.
When Dong Li and Liu Guizhen saw Ji Xiyan, they were not extremely angry and could not restrain themselves. The relationship between the master and nephew remained peaceful. However, the three of them knew in their hearts that when the time came, they would still have to settle old scores as the master and junior.
The main peak of Jingdu Mountain was destroyed, and the other peaks were damaged. Gushen Peak, which was located at the back and where Zhong Michu lived alone, was spared. Dongli and Liu Guizhen took some of their own things and also took some of Zhong Michu's things back to the East China Sea.
Zhong Michu placed these things in the study, which was decorated in a similar way to the study on Gushen Peak.
The winter snow has not melted yet, and the smoke of incense is curling.
Zhong Michu lowered his eyes and plucked the strings of his zither, the sound of which became intermittent. Everything has been settled, and it is hard to accept it anymore. The dead are already dead.
But her mind could never concentrate, like a red rope that was torn into countless thin threads and spread out. She felt anxious and couldn't find the reason.
The wind shook the branches, and the snow on the branches fell to the ground and landed in the snowdrifts, making a rustling sound.
Zhong Michu cleared his mind, and almost subconsciously, his eyes lit up. He stood up, walked out of the study, and stood in the corridor.
The wind blew in, causing her clothes to flutter.
She stared at the courtyard. There was no white wall and no one climbing over the wall.
She stood there silently for a while before slowly returning to the house.
There were books piled on the desk, and underneath was a brocade box, which was opened, with the dragon egg lying inside the red satin.
Zhong Michu walked to the table and saw that the book on top was blown open by the wind.
When she saw the familiar handwriting on it, she felt a sense of loss and took it and held it in her hand.
This was the book "New Interpretation of Formations" that Gu Fuyou had copied and annotated. She flipped through it casually, and her hand holding the paper suddenly paused.
She touched the line of words on the header - Gu Fuyou was here.
This was not there when she received the book, so when did she get it
Zhong Michu felt the restlessness in his heart, beating strongly and panicking.
She traced the line of words over and over again with her hands, and then flipped through the pages, not noticing that even her breathing had become disordered.
—Senior sister is a river clam.
—I returned safely from Xianluo. My senior sister hasn’t discovered the words I secretly wrote. Ha, I took my senior sister to Yinxuezhai today, which can be said to be heresy. I hope my senior sister won’t be angry when she wakes up. Don’t be angry. Don’t be angry.
Zhong Michu couldn't help laughing, but her nose felt very sour. She could even imagine the mischievous look on Gu Fuyou's face when he secretly wrote those words, and she could also imagine the look on Gu Fuyou's face when he knew he had made a mistake and apologized in a submissive and obedient manner.
It was as if Gu Fuyou was standing in front of her and speaking to her.
—I ran away from Xiaoyao City. How come you haven't found what I wrote yet? I have never had such a happy time. There are so many places to go, but the first place I thought of was Gushen Peak.
—The lullaby of our Xiaoyao City is so beautiful, isn’t it
—We are going to Xuji Mountain tomorrow. I like to stay with you, forever and ever.
—I wonder if you will take this book with you. When will you find it? But don’t wait until I become an old woman for you to find out about these things. It will be embarrassing.
Before I knew it, it was already the last page.
—Fuyou’s wish is that his life depends on the day and his name will be remembered for thousands of years. With the strange formation, he will climb to the top again.
The author has something to say: Sorry, I misread the time today. If it's past nine o'clock tomorrow, there will be no update (seriously)