After the pain, Zhong Michu bit it gently with his teeth again. The soft hair brushed past his ears, which was really irritating. Fortunately, the temperature of Zhong Michu's body gradually dropped.
The two hugged each other in silence.
After a long while, Gu Fuyou finally said, "I need to find a change of clothes."
Zhong Michu's belt was torn by her, and her clothes were loose. She couldn't go out like this. Moreover, Zhong Michu was wearing the Dragon King's crown, which was too dazzling. People from small sects didn't recognize her, but after she went out, someone would definitely recognize her.
"Um."
The two walked out of the cave. Zhong Michu covered his clothes with his hands, and the collar was a little more open than before. Gu Fuyou glanced at Zhong Michu's neck, and above it were two distinct lines of skin, like white jade.
Her eyes flickered, and moved upwards, and it was Zhong Michu's lips. Zhong Michu's lips were thin, and the color of his lips was light. Because of the kiss just now, his lips became rosy and plump, like a ripe cherry, as if bitten, the sweet juice would overflow the mouth.
She recalled the feeling of the previous kiss. She never knew her lips could be so soft. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick her upper lip.
He just extended the tip of his tongue a little and touched the bead of his lips.
Zhong Michu turned around to look at her. The person who stuck out the tip of her tongue, stared at one place with red eyes in a daze, looked dazed, and was particularly pitiful. She even forgot what she was going to say.
“…” Gu Fuyou’s gaze moved from her lips to her eyes. When their eyes met, he silently retracted his tongue and moved his gaze elsewhere.
The people in this sect were still immersed in the illusion of the ear-covering bells. Even though the two people were standing in front of them, they seemed not to see them and continued to do their own things.
Gu Fuyou blushed slightly, anxious to get out of this awkward situation, and hurriedly said to Zhong Michu, "Wait here, I'll go find two sets of clothes."
Without waiting for Zhong Mi Chu to say anything, he left like the wind.
Zhong Michu stood there waiting for her, when she suddenly heard a commotion. She was in the sect's training ground, where a group of disciples were playing.
It's not entirely a joke.
A thin young man was surrounded in the middle. Five or six disciples were holding a book in their hands to tease him. When he rushed over to grab it, they threw the book into the hands of the other disciples.
The spiritual power of the young man was almost non-existent. He hadn't even entered the Qi training stage, nor had he stepped into the threshold of cultivating immortals. He was no match for those disciples at all. Whether it was because of running or because of anger, a layer of blush appeared on his pale cheeks.
Zhong Michu looked over and suddenly remembered some past events.
Gu Fuyou searched for a while, but there were only male disciples in this sect. She only found two sets of men's clothes. When she came back with the clothes, she saw Zhong Michu looking at the training ground. "What are you looking at?"
Gu Fuyou walked up to her side and looked towards the training ground.
The young man tried to grab the book, "Give it back to me!" With a sudden leap, the disciple holding the book threw the book away casually, and the book flew straight to Gu Fuyou's feet.
The young man was about to run over to pick it up, but the disciple tripped him from behind and made him fall.
Gu Fuyou bent down, picked up the book and started reading, raising his eyebrows.
As the young man said in the book, all kinds of spiritual beasts, magic tools, elixirs, spiritual treasures, spiritual plants, and all kinds of material things that can seize the fortune of heaven and earth in the world of immortal cultivation should be classified and included in the book.
This idea is not surprising, and it is not the first time it has come into being. Our ancestors also had these ideas. The current classification and naming of immortal cultivation classes were established by our ancestors. The types and grades of elixirs and magic tools are also roughly divided, but not as detailed as the levels of cultivators.
There have been voices saying that the spiritual objects in the world of immortal cultivation should be compiled into classics to make a clear summary, but in the end nothing was done. Although this only requires the movement of a pen and does not require the power of creating the world, it is also a big project, requiring broad knowledge and experience, and requiring a lot of effort, citing classics, and then categorizing, comparing, and grading, and naming.
The world of immortal cultivation pursues power, and everyone is focused on becoming an immortal, on getting ahead in life. People are restless, and no one is willing to do these useless efforts.
From ancient times to the present, the only book of this kind that can be produced is "Bowuzhi" by Qingdi.
Gu Fuyou flipped through two pages. The young man had copied a lot. The first part was the classification of elixirs. The first part was to classify elixirs into nine grades. Each elixir was divided into three grades: top, middle and bottom according to its efficacy and quality. Then he classified various elixirs. In such a small sect, the knowledge was not broad. The elixirs summarized in the book were only up to the second grade, and the remaining grades from the third to the ninth grade were blank.
The spiritual beasts and magical instruments in the back only record the low-level ones. Even so, it fills up a whole book, which shows how huge and diverse the spiritual creatures in the world of immortal cultivation are.
Gu Fuyou closed the book and touched the pages.
The young man lay on the ground, with his disciples stepping on his back, unable to move.
The disciple mocked, "You practice day and night, but you can't even make the leap to Qi training. It's a waste to use the elixir on you. With your character, you still want to enter the Golden Elixir and enter the Immortal Fall. It's a foolish dream!"
The disciples burst into laughter. The boy clenched his hands, his eyes were red and filled with tears, showing his timid nature.
Gu Fuyou tilted his head and suddenly said with a feeling: "I didn't quite understand it before. Studying hard and practicing diligently should be a noble virtue, and people who work hard and make outstanding achievements should be respected by others, but why are they always ridiculed and despised?"
Zhong Michu said: "They are not mocking people's hard work, they just look down on people with poor talents."
Gu Fuyou smiled and shook his head: "No. They look down on people with poor talents, and they also look down on people who are more hardworking than them. What they look down on the most is people with less talent than them who are more hardworking than them."
Putting others down in order to elevate oneself, yet being afraid that others will work too hard and surpass oneself, anxiety, jealousy, disgust, and contempt are all combined together and become bullying in words and actions. This distorted mentality is everywhere in the entire world of cultivating immortals.
"God rewards hard work. Zhong Michu, you say..." Gu Fuyou looked at her: "Shouldn't the world be like this now?"
Zhong Michu couldn't help but stroke her cheek and gently affirmed: "Yes."
Got the answer, satisfied.
Gu Fuyou stuffed the clothes into her hands and said, "Change your clothes and let's go."
Zhong Michu held her clothes, looked at the young man in the distance, and asked, "Won't you help him?" Her voice was like the evening breeze, always with a hint of loneliness and melancholy.
Gu Fuyou said nonchalantly: "I can help him temporarily, but I can't help him forever."
Zhong Michu said: "Since we can help him for a while, it is better than not helping him for a while."
"Besides, if you want, you can help him for the rest of his life."
Gu Fuyou laughed out loud: "What, take him back to Xu Ling Sect?"
"Your Majesty, there are countless pitiful people in the world. I can't believe that I will pick up a pitiful person if I see one."
Zhong Michu smiled and said, "That's not a bad idea."
Gu Fuyou looked at her for a while and said, "Okay, okay, but I don't know if she is willing to go with us."
Gu Fuyou and Zhong Michu changed their clothes. Gu Fuyou pulled the young man out of the illusion, saying that he was destined to be with him, and asked him if he was willing to be their attendant.
The young man had suffered a lot of bullying and humiliation, and seeing how respectfully the master treated the two men, he knew that they were masters who would be very good at judging the situation, so he immediately agreed to serve the two men as his masters.
Gu Fuyou and Zhong Michu took the young man away and asked him about his background. They learned that the young man's name was Le Zihuan. His parents had passed away and he was bullied by his fellow disciples not only because of his poor qualifications, but also because his mother was a slave.
Slaves were of low status in the world, and the sons of slaves were also slaves. If Le Zihuan's father had not been an elder in the sect, he would have been sent to Bailu City.
The three of them were in Beizhou. Zhong Michu originally wanted to go back to the East China Sea directly, but Beizhou was close to the North China Sea, so he decided to go to the North China Sea first and then return to the East China Sea from the North China Sea.
It is always safer to travel in your own territory than in the two continents of the north and east.
Zhong Michu flew the two of them on his sword straight to the North Sea, and they would reach the North Sea in just three days.
Le Zihuan had not yet practiced fasting, so he needed food. However, in Beizhou, after passing a big city, there was often no human habitation for a hundred miles. After finally seeing a town, Zhong Michu put down his sword and went into the town to prepare some food.
Gu Fuyou was walking at the end. He passed by a place where incense was burned. He stopped and walked over.
The plaque reads - Fairy Temple.
The town cannot be said to be wealthy, but the ancestral hall is magnificently built. The bronze tripod at the door is filled with incense ashes, with incense sticks of all sizes inserted in the ashes, some of which have not yet burned out.
As you enter the Fairy Temple, you will see a ten-foot-tall golden statue of a fairy. Although she is called a fairy, her clothing is not as elegant as in storybooks, but a dignified and solemn crown. The golden statue of the fairy is gazing into the distance, with one hand slightly raised, and no one knows what it is saying, and the other hand is holding a golden statue of a little girl.
It can't be said to be lifelike, but it can be said to have a nose and eyes.
Gu Fuyou looked up at the inscription on the side - Fairy Yan Qing, Dragon Lord of the Four Seas and Boundless Heaven and Earth.
Gu Fuyou couldn't stop laughing, he jumped onto the altar, and couldn't help but get closer to look at the golden statue. The more he looked, the happier he became.
There is no doubt that the person worshipped here is Zhong Michu.
An old man with white hair and beard rushed out from nowhere and shouted angrily: "Where did you come from, crazy woman? Get down from the fairy altar!"
Gu Fuyou's red eyes curved, and he asked mischievously, "What if I don't come down?"
The old man said, "If you disrespect the fairy, you will be struck by lightning."
Gu Fuyou laughed out loud. She tiptoed and landed lightly on the hand that the golden body stretched out. She fell softly and hooked her arms around the golden body's neck. Her whole body leaned against the golden body, as if the golden body was hugging her.
"I just won't go down."
After saying that, he kissed the golden figure on the cheek with evil intentions. Apart from other things, when the golden figure had a stern face, his expression was somewhat similar to that of Zhong Michu.
The old man's beard was about to explode, his eyes widened, and he said, "You! You! You!"
"You crazy woman, you dare to molest the fairy's golden body. Just wait, wait for the four seas dragon to come and catch you, and let you suffer the pain of being eaten by fish and shrimp day and night!"
Gu Fuyou thought to himself, she was willing to do so.
She was so happy that she leaned against the golden statue and laughed so hard that her belly burst out. She patted the golden statue of the little girl on the head and said, "I'll tell you in secret, this is my daughter."
He touched the face of the fairy's golden body and said, "This is my lover. Who dares to capture me? Old man, please worship me and I will also ensure you good weather and good harvests!"
The old man stamped his feet: "Mad! Mad!"
He looked around and searched for a long time before finding a broom. He came up and hit her with the broom as if he was shooing away a fly.
Gu Fuyou dodged and landed beside the old man in the blink of an eye.
The old man's eyes were blurry, and he could finally see Gu Fuyou's face clearly. She was so beautiful and charming that he was stunned for a moment even though he was already in his sixties.
Gu Fuyou stretched out his hand and took a fruit offering from the altar. The old man suddenly came to his senses and rushed with a broom: "You can't touch the fairy's offering, put it back!"
Gu Fuyou ran out with a smile, like a naughty boy: "Don't let go!"
Just as I left the Fairy Temple, I bumped into a man who smiled and said, "Why don't you let go? I turned around and you were gone."
Gu Fuyou took a bite of the offering fruit and said, "Zhong Michu, I found a good place."
When Zhong Michu looked up and found the Fairy Temple, he smiled helplessly.
Building ancestral halls and offering incense are of no use to those who practice Taoism, but the people do not care about these things.
Gu Fuyou still held the fruit, and put his hands on Zhong Michu's shoulders, clasped his hands, pulled her in, and said with a smile: "Zhong Michu, when did you change your name to Fairy Yan Qing?"
Zhong Michu said: "It is them who have achieved the goal of peace and prosperity."
"Your Majesty's reputation has spread to this place. Are there fairy shrines in other places?" She thought, there is a fairy shrine in the North Sea, and Penglai Palace is in the East China Sea, which is the place where Zhong Michu travels the most. I'm afraid there is a shrine every five steps and a temple every ten steps.
Zhong Michu just smiled and said nothing. Gu Fuyou knew that she agreed.
"Zhong Michu, you are loved by everyone."
Zhong Mi said nothing at first.
Gu Fuyou suddenly felt sad. This was probably what she wanted before. She thought she didn't care about these false reputations, but at this moment, she still felt a little envious in her heart, so she felt sad.
"I want it too, Zhong Michu, please give me this Fairy Temple."
Gu Fuyou shook her and said, "Let me go, let me go."
Zhong Michu hugged her and said in a hoarse voice: "All of them are for you."
"I don't want that many, just one."
The author has something to say: Le Zihuan: I want to write an encyclopedia.