Zhong Michu asked: "Gu Fuyou?"
Gu Fuyou suddenly stood up, then realized what was happening and hugged her excitedly: "Ahhh!!! We won!"
Zhong Michu's body froze, but he didn't push her away. After a while, he gently stroked her back and said, "Yes, we won."
"Sister Zhong, you are a genius, you are so amazing, it's all because of you..."
Zhong Michu helped her up and said, "No, Gu Fuyou, you are the one who is awesome."
Gu Fuyou was wiping the blood from her chin with her sleeve when Zhong Michu took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.
After she took it, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister."
He wiped the blood off his chin and ears and said with a smile, "What's so great about someone like me? I'll be defeated in one move by Master Yu."
"You know I'm a loser. But I'm pretty good at making trouble." Gu Fuyou is a person who gets very arrogant when others look down on her, but gets embarrassed when others praise her seriously.
Zhong Michu shook his head and said seriously, "You were the one who figured out the formation of Ruizhu Han Palace, and you were the one who set up the formation to escape from the inner layer of Xianluo. If I were to fight that person head-on, I might not win. It was you who thought of a way to create a winning situation. Elder Liuhe said that you are a little clever and only have some insights into the formation. I don't think that's the case. You are very smart and shouldn't underestimate yourself."
They had already spent half a day here and it was now approaching dusk. The sunset was beautiful, with warm orange light pouring in from the west of the courtyard, covering the ground with broken gold.
A layer of warm light fell on Zhong Michu, making Mingyu feel dizzy.
Zhong Michu said: "Gu Fuyou, you are a genius."
Gu Fuyou stared at her blankly and asked blankly: "You, what did you just say?"
Zhong Michu said: "You are a genius. The reason you can win the fight is because you..."
She saw Gu Fuyou's white neck, soft ears, and pink face, which was visibly red.
Gu Fuyou covered his face, stumbled to his feet, and made an ambiguous sound in his throat, as if he was suppressing a roar.
After a long while, Gu Fuyou looked at her through his fingers and said softly, "Say it again."
Zhong Michu asked: "Are you a genius?"
Gu Fuyou said: "Say it again."
Zhong Michu said: "You are a genius."
"Say it again."
"You are a genius."
Gu Fuyou loved Zhong Michu's amazing patience.
If others were to say so, Zhong Michu's emotions usually remained flat, his voice was even, and he seemed cold and devoid of warmth.
Zhong Michu's voice at this moment was no different from usual. But Gu Fuyou would say that this was the warmest voice and the warmest words in the world.
She didn't care whether Zhong Michu liked it or not, she hugged her arms tightly in her arms and showed a satisfied smile: "Senior Sister Zhong, I like you so much."
Zhong Michu didn’t understand why Gu Fuyou was so happy, but when he saw the smile on her face, he couldn’t help but laugh along with her.
The two returned to the gambling house and took the rough stone away.
Not only that, before Gu Fuyou left the game, he had pawned his identity jade token for one million and made a bet on himself. Now he has obtained the raw stone and earned an extra 10 million spirit stones.
When he was about halfway through, Zhong Michu said, "I don't know how to manage money, so you should keep it."
"Then ask me for it when you need it."
As they were talking, the lady in red came over, handed over two wooden signs, and said, "You two, this is the extra reward for the winner of the duel, the entrance pass to the canyon race."
Gu Fuyou took it and was delighted again.
Zhong Michu asked: "What is Canyon Racing?"
Gu Fuyou said, "Senior Sister Zhong, have you ever heard of horse racing? It's similar to that. You control your spirit beast to run to the finish line. If you win, you will get a generous reward."
In the past, when she came with her older brother, it was always her older brother who got the admission pass. She could only enter as an attendant and watch the race in the stands but could not participate. Every time she watched, she felt itchy.
Gu Fuyou happily put it away and went downstairs with Ah Fu and Zhong Michu.
Across the atrium, on the other side of the stairs, a person suddenly stopped and looked over here.
The people behind him stopped and asked, "Master Zuo, what's wrong?"
Zuo Tianlang said: "I think that person seems to be Gu Fuyou. I thought that Xiaoyao City is very busy this year, and Gu Shuangqing should not be able to spare time..."
As he spoke, he raised his chin towards the person behind him and said, "She came down from the gambling house. Rannu, go to the gambling house and ask someone to see if that person is Gu Fuyou."
The bearded slave bowed his head and agreed. He took a few steps and went up like a gust of wind. After a moment, he came down and said, "It was Miss Gu San. Young City Lord Gu was not with her. She came with another person. They were strangers. The bet they made earlier was that they would fight with Yu Dongsheng from the Wanyao Pavilion, and they won."
"Win?" Zuo Tianlang raised his eyebrows: "That means she has the entrance ticket to the Canyon Race."
Zuo Tianlang pondered for a moment, then rolled his eyes and said, "Zhong Yi, come up."
A middle-aged man with a long beard and a scarf on his head came up and said, "Sir."
Zuo Tianlang turned his folding fan, covered his mouth with it, leaned over and said: "You are like this..."
After explaining everything, he said, "Go ahead."
Zhongyi bowed and said, "Yes." Then he took his leave.
On the other side, when Gu Fuyou brought Zhong Michu back to Yinxuezhai, the sky was already dark.
Because Yinxuezhai was noisy and full of all kinds of people, Zhu Ruo was afraid that the two girls would not be able to adapt to the life there, so she arranged for them to live in a quiet little courtyard on the back street of Yinxuezhai.
Gu Fuyou brought Zhong Michu here, and Zhu Ruo naturally had to welcome them. Only a few people had seen Zhong Michu last time, and these girls had exaggerated and praised Zhong Michu's beauty in the room. This time, the people who came to see Zhong Michu actually surrounded her.
They all ran over to take a look at it, as if they were seeing something rare.
Those girls pulled Zhong Michu and made a big fuss. Gu Fuyou used all his skills to rescue Zhong Michu and brought her back to the small courtyard.
The yard is elegant and simple, away from the hustle and bustle.
There is a locust tree in the courtyard with lush branches and leaves, providing thick shade.
Gu Fuyou and Zhong Michu's rooms were facing each other. They wished each other good dreams and then went back to their rooms to rest.
The moon is above the willows, the bustling sounds are too far away, and there is only silence here.
Gu Fuyou tossed and turned in bed until midnight and could not fall asleep.
He stood up, wearing a shirt and letting his hair down, and sat there for a while, looking at Ah Fu who was curled up on the bed and sleeping soundly.
After a while, she got out of bed, put on her slippers, opened the door, and the floor was filled with bright light.
She walked out and sat down under the locust tree, her body hidden in the shadow.
She looked at Zhong Michu's door, her eyes felt sore and hot, and in a blink, tears rolled down.
With a creak, the door opposite opened. Zhong Michu, fully dressed, looked over here: "Gu Fuyou?"
Zhong Michu had not fallen asleep yet. She was practicing Qigong. When she heard some noise, she stopped and came out to see what was going on. She saw a person sitting in the darkness under the shadow of the locust tree.
Zhong Michu walked over and stood in the moonlight: "What's wrong with you?"
Gu Fuyou originally wanted to say, "Why did you come out? Did I disturb you?" and cover up the matter.
But she was so sad that her throat was choked and she couldn't speak. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would burst into tears.
She didn't want to cry in front of others. It was okay to cry secretly, but it was too embarrassing to cry in front of others.
Zhong Michu asked: "Is it because the wound from the fight hasn't healed yet? Are you still in pain?"
"without… "
After saying one word, he could no longer bear it and started sobbing in front of her.
Tears flowed down her face, and she wiped them away randomly, but the more she wiped, the more tears flowed.
She tried to suppress her sadness, but the more she suppressed it, the sadder she became.
Zhong Michu asked again: "What's wrong with you?"
Gu Fuyou also wondered in his heart what was going on. It was really ridiculous.
She felt that she had been embarrassed enough in front of Zhong Michu, so she simply stopped trying to hold it back and cried with tears and snot streaming down her face.
She cried and said, "It's the first time for me, the first time someone praised me like this..."
She looked at Zhong Michu with tears in her eyes and sobbed twice: "Senior Sister Zhong, this is the first time someone has praised me as a genius."
"I'm so happy, I'm so happy..." She covered her face and her sobs turned into loud crying, as if she wanted to vent everything in her body.
From the time she was born till now, the most common thing she heard was regret. A tiger father will have a dog daughter, how could Gu Wanpeng have such a daughter.
She thought that she was a family member after all and was proud in her heart. Even though she knew that she was mediocre, she was unwilling to be mediocre.
She had resisted, practiced desperately, and tried every elixir. In order to improve her cultivation, her family also gave her the best resources. She practiced day and night, practicing, practicing, and practicing again, forgetting to eat and sleep...
However, no matter what, her cultivation has only been growing slowly, and no matter how many spiritual medicines she has taken, there has been no improvement.
Hard work, the best resources, and years of practice were not as good as her brother's one night of meditation.
The result of not getting corresponding rewards for hard work is despair.
Perhaps when she is alone, she can comfort herself that even if it is just a little progress and improvement, it is still progress and improvement.
No, she can't do it.
She has a very talented brother who is much more talented than her. He always reminds her that it's not that she doesn't work hard, but that she just can't do it.
She could endure one month, one year, two years, but she couldn't endure ten or twenty years.
She once had naive illusions, hoping to be as dazzling as her brother. She also liked to practice, hoping to achieve Mahayana cultivation one day and leave her name in history.
In the end, reality left her with only pain, and as long as she practiced, she felt pain.
At one point, she gave up cultivation to escape. She didn't dare to touch anything related to cultivation. She learned to cook from the cook at home, thinking that being a chef in the kitchen would be nice. She learned embroidery from an embroiderer, became a carpenter, and read medical books, hoping to become a doctor.
Her father gradually felt that she was unstable, fishing for three days and drying the nets for two days, giving up cultivation and only loving to play.
In the end, she was unwilling to give in.
In this unwillingness, she came into contact with the formation. The first time she saw the ancient formation that was based on heaven and earth and changed the yin and yang, it was enough to amaze her for the rest of her life.
She began to work day and night again, and when she developed a new small formation for the first time, she happily showed it to Gu Wanpeng.
There is a story in Xiaoyao City called The Wolf is Coming.
Gu Fuyou repeatedly abandoned sesame seeds to pick up watermelons, but Gu Wanpeng no longer took her seriousness seriously and still treated her as just playing around.
Gu Wanpeng simply said: "It is better for you to practice hard than anything else."
The cold reaction was undoubtedly like a bucket of cold water on Gu Fuyou's warm heart.
Gu Wanpeng did not understand Gu Fuyou's love, which was a love that could last a lifetime, so he did not know that Gu Fuyou was begging for his recognition and hoping to get his approval.
From the initial disappointment to now, Gu Fuyou seldom heard other people's praise, and the praise they did receive was just empty compliments from ordinary people who did not practice cultivation.
Cultivators value cultivation the most. Without cultivation, they cannot form a powerful formation; without cultivation, their life span is only a hundred years, and in the blink of an eye, their youth will pass away, and it will be too late to do anything.
What’s the use of only knowing how to set up formations using the right time, right place, yin and yang, and the five elements
Gu Fuyou said: "Even if you are just comforting me..."
Zhong Michu half-knelt in front of her and said, "Gu Fuyou, I'm not lying. I only say you are a genius because I think you are a genius."
Gu Fuyou burst into tears and shook his head, "No, Senior Sister Zhong. No, I... I know that formations, changing the Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, and taking advantage of the weather and the terrain, these formation methods do not require talent. As long as you work hard enough and remember the conditions, characteristics, habits, uses, and origins of those formations in your mind, remember enough, as long as you work hard enough, you can do what I did. This is not talent..."
"I know I'm not a genius. I hate so-called talent. Why can't I succeed no matter how hard I try if I don't have talent? But today you praised me and said I'm a genius. I'm still very happy."
Gu Fuyou grabbed the clothes on his chest and cried uncontrollably: "I'm still very happy."
Gu Fuyou rubbed her eyes with one hand, both of which were already red and swollen. Zhong Michu took her hand away and said, "Gu Fuyou, don't rub like this, it will hurt your eyes."
Zhong Michu raised her white sleeves and gently pressed them under Gu Fuyou's eyes to wipe away his tears.
Gu Fuyou pinched her drooping sleeves and sobbed, "They all look down on me."
Zhong Michu said: "You are very powerful."
Gu Fuyou pursed his lips, and the tears that had just stopped falling fell even more violently.
Zhong Michu: “…”
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