The pages of the book were flipped by the draft. Zhong Michu sat against the bookshelf. The wind blew snow, and the dry and cold smell of winter was very familiar. This smell existed almost every winter.
The fragrance of flowers in spring, the breath of the scorching sun in summer, the bleak smoke from cooking in autumn, and the smell of snow in winter, all repeat over and over again. Smelling this familiar scent always awakens memories of that season.
Her memories were like a plain, without many ups and downs, and there were very few things that were vivid enough to attract attention at first sight.
After meeting Gu Fuyou, my memories are of mountains and bright colors everywhere, which are too bright in that pale place.
So much so that Gu Fuyou's words were so deeply imprinted in my mind that they could not be erased.
"Listen to me, you are different from me, Zhong Michu. You are a daughter of heaven, with excellent bones and talents. You will cultivate to the Mahayana stage. You will take over the Xuanmiao Sect and become the female leader of the new generation. You will fulfill the wish of the leader Ji and take the Xuanmiao Sect to a higher level. You will benefit the people, you will be admired and respected by everyone, and you will leave your name in history. One day, you will become an immortal. Your path is not here."
Half a month later, Zhong Michu's leg injury healed and he started walking around.
After he fully recovered, he went to Gucheng with Dongli to rescue Si Miao.
Emperor Jun was harsh in words and said he would not help her, but in his heart he was afraid that something bad might happen to her, so he sent people from the Dragon Clan to help. It was not difficult to rescue Si Miaolai.
The difficult thing is that a person is alive but his heart is dead.
Zhong Michu always stood outside Si Miao's room, watching her take care of Gu Huaiyou's body, as if it was still alive, and put it on another couch. She felt an inexplicable fear and indescribable sadness in her heart.
When Dong Li first saw her, he thought she was blaming herself.
She watched Zhong Michu grow up, or rather, she watched him grow up under Yun Ran's orders. She always understood about 70% of this person's personality.
Maybe it was because Ji Chaoling was too strict, Yun Ran was too distant, and the elders had too high expectations. If things were not done well, Zhong Michu would always think of his own problems first.
Blame yourself before you blame others. It is good or bad. Sometimes you seem too vulnerable and the burden you bear is too heavy.
Dong Li comforted her, "Junior Brother Gu was accidentally killed by Lu Yandong when you were unconscious. We couldn't catch him no matter how hard we tried. We have already tried our best."
Zhong Michu responded softly: "Yeah."
Dong Li glanced at her.
Zhong Michu seemed to cheer up and started to practice diligently. She went with her to find the scattered disciples of Xuanmiao Sect. However, she still did not take back the sect leader's token and became even more silent.
It was as if I was back at Gushen Peak, where I stayed up all day long, devoted myself to cultivation, and didn't worry about anything.
Dong Li sighed secretly, not knowing what else to say, and went into the house to see Si Miao.
Si Miao's injuries were not serious, but her tongue was cut off.
Simiao is well versed in alchemy, Dongli is a doctor, and the Dragon Clan has many skilled doctors and many miraculous elixirs.
It’s not that her tongue cannot be cured, but that she doesn’t want to be cured. Perhaps she feels that she has said all she needs to say in her life.
In order to consolidate his cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage, Zhong Michu secluded himself for half a year, and many things happened outside.
The disciples of Xuanmiao Sect have gathered, and many have joined Ji Xiyan's camp, but most of them still recognize the sect leader's token.
With the token, they could set out to retake Xuanmiao Gate openly and honestly.
The only worry is that Ji Xiyan seeks shelter from the Xu Ling Sect. They are not strong enough to defeat Ji Xiyan.
Dong Li took the token and borrowed people from Di Jun as the head of the sect.
Emperor Jun glanced at Zhong Michu, who was standing in the corner and had just come out of seclusion. This time, he refused to give in and refused to lend him even a single dragon.
Looking at Zhong Michu, he said, "You should avenge yourself."
Things had come to this point, and the people of Xuanmiao Sect had become temperamental people and no longer begged.
Fortunately, Emperor Jun lent a piece of blessed land in the world to the disciples of Xuanmiao Sect. Everyone had to practice diligently, trying to accumulate as much strength as possible.
The general who served Emperor Jun laughed and said, "Your Majesty is really cruel. Your Highness has suffered such an injustice, and he must earn back this humiliation even if he has to exterminate his clan. Not to mention the four continents, this time South Continent and East Continent have clearly slapped the face of the Dragon Clan. It is better to die standing than to live on one's knees. This is how the Dragon Clan is born. Why is Your Majesty changing his usual ways and wanting to be a good teacher now?"
Di Jun warned: "Hmm?"
"The Xu Ling Sect will definitely intervene. If Your Highness really insists on seeking revenge, something bad will happen..." The general smiled and said, "Your Majesty is still strong and healthy, are you ready to fight on the battlefield again? Will you give Your Highness an uncle or aunt?"
"..." Emperor Jun squinted at him and said, "I have a purpose for her. She should be able to practice diligently and gain some popularity, instead of living like she has had enough all day long."
Emperor Jun shook his head: "This prince has taken great pains."
It seemed like a year had passed since I left Zhuling.
Dongli and his disciples have temporarily used the blessed land lent to them by Emperor Jun as their mountain gate, and have gradually gotten back on track. Compared to the panic and disunity they experienced when they learned about the great changes in their master's sect, now everyone is doing their job, practicing hard, waiting for the day when they can return to the mountain gate.
That day, Zhong Michu brought some elixirs and magical treasures to help the disciples practice.
During this period, Dong Li, Liu Guizhen, and the elders in the sect were responsible for contacting the disciples, arranging their accommodation, and assigning tasks. Everyone relied on these people, and had no objection to Zhong Michu giving the token to Dong Li, as they had already determined that Dong Li was the head of the sect.
This saved Zhong Michu the trouble of persuading Dong Li to accept the token.
Zhong Michu did not see Dongli, so he asked his disciples, "Where is Dongli?"
The disciple said, "Senior Sister Dongli and Senior Brother Liu went to see the Grandmaster Uncle together."
The place where Shouyi practiced meditation was simple, like a thatched cottage with a fence around it.
It started snowing again this year, and the snow piled up to above the ankles.
Zhong Michu was just going up the hill when he suddenly saw Liu Guizhen and Dong Li coming out of Shouyi's house.
The two of them had different personalities, one cold and the other indifferent. Now they were happy. Liu Guizhen's face was flushed and he couldn't help but hug Dong Li's waist.
Dong Li's face also turned red, and he chuckled, "What are you doing? This is outside of Master's uncle's room. Aren't you afraid that he will laugh at you?"
Liu Guizhen said: "I am so happy, Senior Sister, no, Dongli, I never thought that this day would come."
Without waiting for Dong Li's response, he leaned down and kissed Dong Li.
Dong Li was surprised at first, with his eyes open, and after a while, he responded faintly.
When they separated, the blush on their faces became even more radiant. They looked at each other in silence, and after a long moment they smiled shyly.
Zhong Michu stood at the bottom of the slope and watched, watching the two bodies leaning against each other, watching the two lips touching. They were clearly two people, but it seemed as if their hearts had melted into one, establishing a lifelong bond that could not be broken even if they were separated by the ends of the earth.
The two people who were immersed in the world came to their senses and finally realized that there was someone next to them.
Dong Li exclaimed, "Mi Chu?!" He was at a loss for words, and glanced at Liu Guizhen, blaming him for losing his sense of propriety and being caught. His face showed even more shyness.
When Liu Guizhen saw the others, he calmed down his pounding heart, his expression returned to normal, and he saluted Zhong Michu as serious as before: "Senior Sister."
Zhong Michu walked up slowly: "When did you guys..."
Dong Li said: "This period of time."
Her smile was shy; Zhong Michu had never seen her like this before.
She thought about it and realized that she had been depressed during this period of time, and Liu Guizhen had been with Dong Li through many things, which was normal.
This is something to be thankful for, and it is the only thing that makes people happy during these days.
What should have been in her heart was joy, she was happy for Dongli, and also she was surprised that these two people got together.
But her mind was always thinking about their kiss. It seemed as if something was sprouting and breaking out of the ground in her heart. She was afraid of that feeling and felt that it would break her heart and make her feel unbearable pain.
Although Dong Li was shy, he felt that this was a happy event and did not need to hide it. He said generously: "Gui Zhen and I just met the great uncle master, and he has agreed to let us become Taoist couples."
Become Taoist companions.
The thought in Zhong Michu's heart gradually became clearer and clearer, and he felt a little dazed: "We are going to hold the ceremony. Are you going to do it here or go to Penglai Palace?"
Dong Li smiled and said, "Gui Zhen and I are not the kind of people who care about these things. We don't plan to make a fuss about it. All we brothers should do is have a drink of water. Mi Chu, you have to come when the time comes."
Zhong Michu nodded: "Yes." She handed the storage bag to Dong Li, her breathing was irregular and she could hardly hold on: "Here are the elixirs and spiritual treasures, you decide how to distribute them."
"I have something important to do. I have to go back."
Zhong Michu turned and left. Dong Li said, "Michu? You look a little pale."
Zhong Michu seemed not to hear anything, tears already streaming down her face. She walked too fast and was in such a mess she had never been in. She accidentally fell into a pile of snow and couldn't get up for a long time.
Dong Li and Liu Guizhen were startled and hurried down. Dong Li supported her and asked worriedly, "Mi Chu, what's wrong with you?"
Zhong Michu said nothing, just looked at the snow everywhere.
She wanted to go to Xuji Mountain with Gu Fuyou and stay there for a long time, just the two of them.
I hope that in this world, I will always have her company by my side. Is this how it is? Is this how it is
Recalling the previous scene, she stood at the bottom of the slope and saw her hugging Gu Fuyou and kissing her.
So it is.
"Mi Chu?"
Zhong Michu pressed his hand against his chest, and that place felt like it was being cut by a knife. There was no pain more intense than this.
I'd rather not understand.
Zhong Michu curled up on the ground and started crying. She hadn't cried out loud for a long time. She hadn't shed tears for a very long time, and recently she had been crying silently.
Now she couldn't bear the sadness and could only cry out.
She was a pitiful person. She couldn't even cry. Her short cries were like the howls from the depths of the throat of a wounded baby animal.
Dong Li put his hand on her shoulder, not knowing what was wrong with her, and unable to comfort her.
For Zhong Michu, she has never been someone he can rely on.
She still remembers that when Zhong Michu asked her for comfort for the first time, she said: "Michu, don't act like a spoiled child to me. You know I was sent by Yun Ran Xuanzun to monitor you, not to be your friend." Originally, she was just a tool to shape Zhong Michu's character.
So when Zhong Michu was depressed, she could not comfort her but could only cheer her up. This had always been her duty. She felt sad, both for herself and for Zhong Michu.
Dong Li was afraid that she would be broken, so he helped her up and said, "Mi Chu, what's wrong with you? Tell me and let me help you."
When she saw Zhong Michu's appearance clearly, she suddenly thought of Zhong Michu's madness and helplessness when he was on the Zhuling stage a year ago.
Today, there is still deep despair.
"Dongli, I can't become an immortal."
"I can't become an immortal."
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