The spiritual energy of this green mountain was very weak, and Gu Fuyou thought it was an unowned place. But after crossing the mountain stream, the spiritual energy became stronger, and he vaguely saw a mountain gate on the other side of the mountain.
It turned out that the two of them fell outside the mountain. Judging from the appearance, there must be a sect of immortals in this green mountain. Gu Fuyou pondered for a while, changed his mind, and supported the disabled Zhong Michu to the mountain gate.
After taking two steps, Zhong Michu pulled her hard, and she stumbled a step, stopped, and looked back at Zhong Michu in confusion: "What's wrong? Can't walk anymore? I told you to carry you."
Zhong Michu walked unsteadily, and even when Gu Fuyou said he wanted to carry her on his back, she refused to do so.
Gu Fuyou thought, this guy must be trying to save face. He had carried her on his back once before, but it was probably because so much time had passed and she was drunk at the time and couldn't remember clearly.
Zhong Michu didn't say anything, just stared at her. She also didn't say anything, just stared at him with her eyes fixed.
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. Then a breeze blew by, and the leaves rustled.
Gu Fuyou knew that she wanted to ask 'what are you going to do in the mountain', and he didn't know whether she wanted to take revenge for the pain she had caused her a few days ago, or whether she just wanted to see her cute look with a red face but trying to be pretentious. It was rare to meet Zhong Michu in a situation like this, and he always felt like teasing her.
Seeing that Zhong Michu refused to compromise, Gu Fuyou smiled, his red eyes curved, making people feel that he had a lot of bad intentions, "Let's rob."
Zhong Michu was confused. Gu Fuyou said, "We are two defeated soldiers, wounded and battered. We must find a place to rest before we can regroup and head to the East China Sea. Otherwise, if something unexpected happens on the way, not to mention encountering the Qingluan, even if we encounter people from the other three sects, we will be powerless to deal with them."
Gu Fuyou slightly tilted his head to look at Zhong Michu and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, at that time it was like a dragon swimming in shallow water and being bullied by shrimps."
Zhong Michu has achieved great perfection in his spiritual separation and has practiced both internal and external cultivation. Now that Gengchen has returned, except for Qingzhe and Dijun, no one can be Zhong Michu's opponent in a face-to-face competition without the help of external forces.
She is still young, but she already looks down on the crowd.
Gu Fuyou felt that Zhong Michu had been the Dragon King for so many years, and even if she was pure and abstinent, she should have some pride in her heart. It was okay for her to be defeated by Qingzhe, because there was a gap in strength. If her strength had not recovered, it would be a great humiliation for her to be defeated by an unknown young player on the road.
Zhong Michu somewhat agreed with what Gu Fuyou said, and when Gu Fuyou went up the mountain, he no longer held her hand.
There were two disciples guarding the mountain gate. There was a long table inside the gate. One of them was huddled in an armchair with his legs on the table. He tilted his head back and his face could not be seen clearly.
The gatekeeper saw someone coming and shouted, "Who is it?"
Gu Fuyou helped Zhong Michu stand still, still on the steps, and had to look up at the two people. She said, "Little Taoist friend, my friend is injured, and would like to borrow your precious place to rest for a while. If there is a doctor, I hope he can take a look at her injury. You and I are fellow Taoists, and I hope you can help me. I will be very grateful."
Not everyone is so knowledgeable, knowing the characteristics of the Dragon Clan and the Blue Luan, and seeing the difference in their bodies at a glance. The gatekeeper saw that the two of them were in a mess, and was afraid that they had fought a bloody battle, and taking them in would attract enemies, so he waved his hand hurriedly: "Go, go, go, this is a place for immortals to cultivate, not an inn, you can go in if you want."
The man curled up in the armchair tilted his head, heard the noise, raised one eyelid to look, and when he saw the two people's faces, he was shocked. He put his feet down, opened his eyes wide, and stared at the two people without blinking. As if it was not enough, he wanted to get closer.
He pushed the disciple who was talking back and said sternly, "What nonsense are you talking about! When a fellow Taoist is in trouble, how can we just stand by and watch!"
"Elder..."
The man walked up to Gu Fuyou and Zhong Michu, looked at Gu Fuyou, then looked at Zhong Michu, and felt that he couldn't appreciate their beauty enough. He smiled and said, "I don't know what kind of injury this girl has suffered. I know a little about medicine, so why not let me take a look first..."
As he said this, he was about to hold Zhong Michu's wrist. Gu Fuyou helped Zhong Michu to move aside, smiling: "With your weight, you are not qualified to look at her. Ask your leader to come."
She wanted to be polite, but she knew that there were very few sects that were willing to help others, be convenient to others, and do good deeds. Only once every hundred years could she meet a sensible leader like Ji Chaoling. Most of the sects were good at protecting themselves; the bad ones were sycophantic, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and had no backbone; the worse ones were like the Three Immortal Sect, which pretended to be kind and righteous, but was actually false and always put profit first; the worst was the Xu Ling Sect, which had no need to hide, was rampant, and displayed its desires nakedly. All people and things had to give way to it, and those who followed me prospered, and those who opposed me perished.
The pinnacle of the world of immortal cultivation is of such a character, how can the sects below be any better? They are rotten to the core.
So when she said "robbery" at the beginning, she was not joking.
She didn't have the patience and empathy she had before. If the sect was willing to take him in, that was fine. If not, she had no time to look for another place. She could force her way into the mountain gate and choose a spiritual place for Zhong Michu to heal. She could still do it as a guardian.
Zhong Michu's arms hung at her sides. When she was helped away by Gu Fuyou, one of her white wrists swung lightly, dazzling the man's eyes.
The man swallowed his saliva, not wanting to care about Gu Fuyou's contempt, and only said: "The headmaster is very busy and has no time to meet you. If you two want to recuperate here, I can arrange it."
He laughed and said, "It's just that not everyone can enter our mountain gate. If you want to enter, it's not impossible..."
As he spoke, he extended his hand towards Zhong Michu again.
Before he touched her, he heard a cold voice: "Don't touch her." He suddenly felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his back. His limbs were sore and weak, and he fell to the ground with a plop. The disciple guarding the gate also fell.
The man's head was hit hard, making a buzzing sound and unable to get up. Only then did he realize that he was suppressed by the opponent's spiritual power.
Their place is remote, and a master won't come for a hundred years. He couldn't tell the other party's cultivation level, and thought that the other party was deliberately hiding it. Who knew that he was short-sighted, and the other party was not to be messed with. The spiritual power was as vast as the sea, which was beyond his imagination.
He was trembling all over and wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't open his mouth.
The disciple who was still standing was stunned with fear. After a long while, he came to his senses and scrambled towards the mountain gate, shouting as he ran: "The mountain gate is under attack! The mountain gate is under attack!"
Gu Fuyou snorted coldly and helped Zhong Michu into the mountain gate.
Soon, the disciples gathered and the master came out with the elders.
This was a small sect, located in Beizhou. The head was only at the Jindan stage, and most of the disciples were at the Qi training stage. Even if the two of them were seriously injured and dying, it would only take a few swings to deal with these people. Even the entire Lingshan Mountain could not withstand the tossing of the two of them.
The head of the sect couldn't see through the two men's cultivation level, but his intuition was accurate. He was terrified and frightened by the spiritual power they inadvertently released. He immediately lost the will to resist and was terrified, fearing that the two men would come to seize the mountain gate.
When he heard that the two men just wanted to borrow a piece of spiritual land to heal their injuries, he quickly agreed, served them carefully, personally took the two men to the spiritual cave, and also sent a doctor and healing pills.
Zhong Michu sat on the stone bed to regulate his breathing and absorb his spiritual energy. Gu Fuyou walked to the cave entrance. The headmaster and the elders were still outside and did not dare to go far.
The head of the sect said, "Senior, this disciple has been disrespectful and has offended you. I have ordered someone to bring him here. What do you think you should do with him?"
Gu Fuyou glanced at the man coldly. When she thought about the hands that were about to touch Zhong Michu, she felt a fire burning her face and back, causing sweat to break out. A cold red light flashed in her eyes, and she was about to blurt out: "Chop off his hands."
Suddenly she was startled and couldn't say anything. She rubbed her brows.
The headmaster asked, "Senior?"
Gu Fuyou said in a muffled voice: "That person is your disciple, you can deal with him as you wish, you can go back now."
"Yes." The group said goodbye and went down the mountain path.
Gu Fuyou watched them leaving, his heart shrouded in a gloom and uncertainty.
For some reason, she suddenly realized that the Four Immortal Sects had gradually betrayed their original intentions, leading to the current situation.
It’s because power and authority can really make people addicted, and even oneself has become accustomed to the obedience and submission of others without being noticed.
Gu Fuyou leaned her head against the mountain wall, and the cool stone wall helped her calm down.
Those who follow me prosper, those who go against me perish, I do whatever I want, I am unscrupulous, if one day I indulge in power for too long, I will allow violence to grow in my heart, and I will become like Zuo Jia. Or even worse, I will become a madman who kills people to vent his anger when he is not satisfied.
If you die immediately, there is no need to worry about what you will become in the future.
She turned and looked into the cave.
But now I want to live longer.
Zhong Mi closed his eyes and regulated his breathing for several days. Gu Fuyou stood by, and although he had nothing to do, he did not feel bored.
It often rains on this sacred mountain. She would sit by the mountain wall, looking at Zhong Mi Chu and listening to the sound of rain outside. She could sit quietly for a whole day.
Ever since the destruction of the thirty-third heaven, the burning pain in her heart every day and night has become much less severe, and the torment as if a piece of her heart is missing no longer bothers her.
She no longer gets angry for no reason, perhaps because there is no one to make her angry.
It was a sunny day, and she went down the mountain to take a look around the sect. She accidentally ran into an elder holding a scroll, stumbling towards the sect leader, and talking in a secretive manner.
The two of them were talking in secret, she listened halfway through, laughed out loud, and took out the ear-covering bells. The illusion created by the ear-covering bells enveloped the entire sect.
Everyone at the mountain gate was trapped in an illusion and was unaware of anything.
When she returned to the spiritual cave, Zhong Michu had already opened his eyes.
She smiled and said, "Just right."
Zhong Michu asked: "What's wrong?"
The voice returned to normal, and Gu Fuyou couldn't help but feel disappointed, "Guess what I just heard."
Zhong Michu looked at her and motioned for her to continue.
"Everyone in the world is looking for you and me, all over the five continents and four seas! Ha, Zhong Michu, I, Gu Fuyou, have become famous." It turned out that the elder was holding the portraits of Gu Fuyou and Zhong Michu. The news spread by the Three Immortal Sects said that an evil spirit had occupied the body of Venerable Qingluan, and was using the name of Qingluan to wreak havoc on the world, causing great harm. Nanzhou has already fallen. If anyone has any news, don't alarm it. You must inform the Immortal Sect in time and must not take it lightly.
In the past, she used the name Qingjun. Even though she occupied Nanzhou, all the world knew was that Qingjun occupied Nanzhou. Who would have thought that now, she, Gu Fuyou, is also known to everyone, but in a notorious way.
Zhong Michu glanced at her with a helpless look on his face.
Gu Fuyou didn't know whether it was the original intention of the Three Immortal Sect or a mistake in the later transmission. What did the elder say again, that this evil spirit also kidnapped the Four Seas Dragon Kings.
Gu Fuyou couldn't help but laugh three times in his heart.
Gu Fuyou walked to the stone bed and sat next to Zhong Michu in a lazy posture.
Nanzhou was looking for them because he was worried about them. Sihai was looking for them because he was worried about the Dragon King. He didn't know if the rumors would disturb him and make him think that she had kidnapped the Dragon King. The rest of the people were looking for them because they were afraid that they would use her as an evil spirit to perform a magic trick.
Gu Fuyou's mouth curled down in dissatisfaction. How come they fought together, but Zhong Michu's reputation was not affected at all.
Gu Fuyou looked at Zhong Michu and said with a smile: "Zhong Michu, this time, you and I are wanted by the four continents again."
Zhong Michu looked indifferent, as if he didn't take it to heart.
Gu Fuyou stared at her with scarlet eyes and threatened her: "Without the Qilin marrow this time, you are more valuable than me. Dragon horns, dragon blood, and dragon bones can be used as medicine, dragon scales, dragon claws, and dragon tendons can be made into spiritual tools, and dragon meat can be eaten raw. Even your pair of golden eyes can be collected and played with by people. If you are caught by them, they will pull out your tendons and skin, cut off your flesh bit by bit, and leave no bones for you, or lock you in a cage and lock you with iron chains. Your Majesty, the dignified Dragon King will become a plaything for people to watch."
Gu Fuyou came close to her, held her face with both hands, and said with a smile: "Are you afraid?"
Zhong Michu's expression gradually softened. He gently held Gu Fuyou's hand, looked at her tenderly, and said, "Don't be afraid."
This sentence seemed to be a reply, but Gu Fuyou inexplicably felt that she was saying to her: "Don't be afraid."
Somehow, Gu Fuyou was struck by the gentle words "Don't be afraid". Her heart was shaken, her throat suddenly choked, and her nose felt sore. She thought of that time when she had fled, been caught, become a prisoner, and her family was broken up.
She was overwhelmed by pain and could only feel endless pain. When she woke up later, she only felt endless hatred and never thought about the misery of her situation.
But now that she was being looked at by Zhong Michu and heard him say "don't be afraid", she suddenly felt that she had been living a miserable life at that time and she felt wronged.
She felt so wronged that tears fell silently. She said to Zhong Michu, "But I'm afraid, Zhong Michu."
"I am afraid that I will be separated from you forever before I can finish my words. I am afraid that I will be imprisoned, isolated from the world, with my wings broken, and forever become someone else's slave, unable to see the sun. I am a talkative person, and there is only my voice in the room, and no one speaks to me. I am afraid, but I dare not die. I am afraid that the brand will be burned on my back, and I will not be able to decide whether to walk or sit, like an animal, being fed until fat, and then being cut every day, my dignity as a human being will be crushed, my spine will be worn away bit by bit, and finally even I will succumb and be willing to be a slave."
She had never told anyone about this, and even when she heard about Gu Huaiyou's death, she had not been so fragile. But now she wanted to tell everyone about her grievances. She wanted people to feel sorry for her, to hold her in their arms, and to cherish her.
At this moment, emotions were surging and words were incoherent, but Zhong Michu understood and understood everything.
Zhong Michu's heart tightened, his eyes were filled with pity, he stroked Gu Fuyou's cheek, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb, "No, it won't happen again, as long as I'm here, this will never happen again."
She said softly, "Don't be afraid."
The two were too close. Gu Fuyou raised his head with tears in his eyes, while Zhong Michu lowered his eyebrows slightly, showing tenderness and love.
Gu Fuyou's spirit became weaker and she couldn't stop herself from wanting to hug the floating wood in front of her and hold her tightly. Zhong Michu was very soft-hearted and prayed to give her support and not let her go crazy alone again.
Their eyes met, stuck together, as if unable to move away. Their breaths intertwined, they leaned forward almost at the same time and kissed each other.
The soft feeling touches the warm clouds.
At first I tasted it lightly, but couldn't get enough, so I became more and more enthusiastic.
They fell on the stone bed and undressed each other. The more anxious they became, the more confused they became. Their breathing became rapid and they even broke out in a sweat.
Gu Fuyou exerted force and tore off Zhong Michu's belt. His clothes were opened and hung down. When he raised his eyes, he could see her fair skin and delicate bones. Zhong Michu supported herself on both sides of Gu Fuyou, her collarbones showing like butterfly wings.
Gu Fuyou cried out softly, "Oh." He came back to his senses from a trance, and his face turned red with embarrassment because he was too impatient. His eyes seemed to be even brighter, perhaps because of the passion or the blush.
Zhong Michu looked at Gu Fuyou's eyes and was suddenly startled and stunned.
Gu Fuyou was still pulling at her clothes, but when he saw that she didn't move, he asked in a rather dissatisfied tone, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhong Michu leaned down, hugged her and leaned in her arms.
Gu Fuyou was in a state of discomfort, holding the back of her head with his hand, feeling a little uneasy, worried that Zhong Michu was tempted just now...
She asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhong Michu said, "I am injured and it hurts a little." His voice was a little hoarse because he was moved.
She thought of Qingjun.
Qingjun seemed to know everything that Gu Fuyou had been through, as if she had been watching all along. If at this moment...
Logically, she might know.
This kind of thing was being seen by a third party, and she couldn't just turn a blind eye and continue on calmly.
Gu Fuyou's mind was still not fully understood: "Why, your injuries are not fully healed." Yes, Zhong Michu was hit by so many lightning strikes, even if the dragon's body was strong, it would not be unscathed. Zhong Michu could not just be walking unsteadily and speaking unclearly.
“Well, well…” The matter stopped halfway and gradually cooled down. It was even more embarrassing than when it was finished. Gu Fuyou simply didn’t dare to see anyone with that look on his face.
Gu Fuyou wanted to say, "Next time." However, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't bring himself to say that.
She was somewhat bewitched by her beauty before, and she believed that Zhong Michu was also somewhat bewitched by her beauty.
Before she finished speaking, she felt an itch on her shoulder. Zhong Michu was biting it with his teeth, as if he was grinding his teeth on her shoulder. Gu Fuyou couldn't help but laugh and hid aside.
Zhong Michu held her down and prevented her from moving.
Gu Fuyou held her wrist and was surprised to find that Zhong Michu's body was burning hot.
Zhong Michu has a low body temperature, and Gu Fuyou's body temperature is higher than hers, so he usually feels cold when he touches her.
Gu Fuyou said hurriedly: "Your body is so hot, is it because of the injury..."
Zhong Michu didn't look at her from beginning to end, and Gu Fuyou couldn't see her expression. Zhong Michu said: "No, it's always like this."
Gu Fuyou didn't know what she meant by "it's all like this" for a moment, and it took him a while to understand that it was the dragons who were "all like this" when they were in love. Dragons are lustful, Zhong Michu is different from others, and he can't completely get rid of his nature.
"and you… "
"Let me bite it for a while, it will be fine in a while." Zhong Michu's voice was soft, with a hint of pleading in it.
Gu Fuyou sighed and acquiesced. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and Zhong Michu took a heavy bite.
Gu Fuyou looked up at the ceiling of the cave in silence. She was clearly the one seeking comfort, but how come she was the one comforting others and was in such an embarrassing situation.