After inquiring from the guards, Gu Fuyou felt that Zhong Michu's life was really dull.
On weekdays, he never goes out of the front door or the back door, and is wholeheartedly practicing the way of sages.
Such pure cultivation would probably require one to cut off all emotions and desires.
Maybe just drinking tea and playing the piano can keep her from completely losing sight of worldly matters.
Gu Fuyou thought: Drink tea, got it!
Thanks to the variety of books she had read before and the wide range of her knowledge, she now knows a little bit about everything.
She can also make fried tea!
It is a good time to drink green tea in autumn. During the deer chase, there was a big tea tree where the Zhuoyue deer hid. The leaves were thick and the growth was pleasing.
Vegetation like this, which grows in a place rich in spiritual energy, is lush and verdant, and must taste good when used to make tea.
Gu Fuyou went to pick the tea leaves and came back to fry them after drying them in the sun. She looked around for utensils to fry the tea and found Si Miao's alchemy furnace the most to her liking.
The alchemy furnace has its own advantages. The temperature can be controlled precisely. Gu Fuyou is very satisfied with the finished product.
But when Si Miao found out that she had touched her alchemy furnace, she pressed her down on the bed and pinched her neck: "Gu Fuyou! My alchemy furnace is full of the smell of your rotten tea leaves. You dare to use my alchemy furnace to make tea? See you in the next life!"
Gu Fuyou patted her arm repeatedly and shouted, "Second sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, I am your future sister-in-law. If you kill me, you can only be a couple with my second brother."
Si Miao blushed, loosened her hand, and spat, "What nonsense are you talking about? From childhood to adulthood, you only know how to use this trick."
Gu Fuyou turned over, rubbing his neck and coughing. Si Miao really did it. She always hated people touching her alchemy furnace. She was not afraid of death. She knew it was impossible, but she still stepped forward to pull out the tiger's hair.
"You messed up my alchemy furnace like this, don't even think about exposing it with a single word."
"I'll clean you inside and out, and then put you into the furnace to temper you again!"
Si Miao crossed his arms: "There's more."
"Plus a bottle of Soul Building Pill."
"make a deal."
Gu Fuyou managed to save his life. He took the tea set and sneaked into the back peak of Gushen Peak to meet Zhong Michu.
This time when I reached the courtyard wall, the path was covered with fallen leaves, the courtyard was quiet, and no one was practicing swordplay.
The doors and windows at the backyard were open, and one could see the bamboo curtains rolled up and the draperies moving slightly.
The faint sound of the piano, combined with the warm fragrance, slowly drifted away.
Gu Fuyou called out twice: "Senior Sister Zhong, Senior Sister Zhong?"
I could faintly hear a voice: "Come in."
Gu Fuyou whispered, "Excuse me."
I climbed over the wall, squatted beside the wall, opened the lunch box, and started to boil water to make tea.
If this tea is brewed before being brought here, it will affect the taste. It is better to brew it now to not affect the taste.
After Gu Fuyou was ready, he entered the room carrying the tea set and called out, "Senior Sister Zhong?"
Following the sound of the zither, I walked around the curtain and saw Zhong Michu kneeling in front of the bookshelf. There was a jade zither on the table with a few books piled at the end of the zither, a small incense burner with a beast-shaped top, and a wisp of green smoke swirling around.
Gu Fuyou saw a pair of hands stretched out from the silk sleeves, with white fingers plucking and pressing the strings, and the sound of the zither was like the sound of flowing water. She couldn't help but think of the opera excerpts from Yinxuezhai.
It is as slender as bamboo shoots, as thin and white as green onion branches, warm and fragrant, and crystal clear without any flaws.
It's probably this pair of hands that I'm talking about.
The piano stopped playing. Zhong Michu looked up at her and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Gu Fuyou put the tea set on the table and touched the wall of the cup with the back of his hand. It was still warm after pouring hot water over it. "To please you."
Zhong Michu showed a confused expression, and after a long silence, he said: "Since I have already promised to respond to your call, I will keep my word. You don't have to do anything unnecessary."
Gu Fuyou smiled and said, "It's a matter of reciprocity. I asked you to help me when I was in trouble, so I can't do nothing for you. It's just that my spiritual power is limited, so I can only do small things. If Senior Sister Zhong needs any help in the future, just ask."
Gu Fuyou brought a cup of tea to Zhong Michu and said, "Senior Sister Zhong, please try it. This is the tea I made. It should taste good."
Zhong Michu glanced at Gu Fuyou. Seeing that she didn't take it, Gu Fuyou moved closer. There was a desk between them. Gu Fuyou leaned his upper body towards Zhong Michu, holding the teacup in both hands, and moved closer to Zhong Michu.
Zhong Michu moved his gaze from her face to the teacup in front of him.
Tea is about color, aroma, taste and shape.
The tea soup is bright green, and the tea leaves are plump and tender, which is really good. The aroma is rich and long-lasting, with a sweet taste, which is really tempting and makes people salivate.
Zhong Michu was stunned. Where in the world could there be such a fragrant tea
Her eyes suddenly turned to Gu Fuyou, and only then did she realize that the sweet smell came from Gu Fuyou.
Zhong Michu stood up suddenly, and too quickly, bumping into Gu Fuyou's arm that was stretched out in front of him.
The teacup that Gu Fuyou was holding spilled tea. She retracted her hand due to the burn and lost her grip on the cup, spilling the entire cup of tea onto the books on the table.
Gu Fuyou hadn't figured out why Zhong Michu suddenly stood up. She looked at the book on the table that was soaked with tea, thinking that this was a self-defeating move. She moved over, wiped the tea off the book with her sleeve, and said, "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Zhong, I didn't mean it."
Gu Fuyou picked up the book and wanted to wipe the tea stains inside. However, the book was open and the cover could not cover the tea stains, so the inside of the book was covered with dark and red stains.
The ink of an ordinary printed book will not spread out by a cup of tea. The reason why the ink spreads out is that someone used a red pen and an ink pen to circle and dot the book, writing many annotations and thoughts. Once soaked in hot water, the ink spread out.
Gu Fuyou looked at the book, was stunned for a moment, and quickly flipped back a few pages.
Burst out laughing.
This book "A New Interpretation of Formations" is hers. The annotations and thoughts on it were written by her. She has read the book so many times that she can almost recite it by heart. She is very familiar with it and there is absolutely no way she would make a mistake.
She had placed this book in her study before. Later, when she needed it, she went to get it but it had disappeared inexplicably. She searched the entire study but couldn't find it.
Why are you here
Zhong Michu saw that the book was already half-ruined, and frowned. She took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "This book was given by Elder Liuhe to let me study the formation. The annotations in it are rare, and there is only this one copy. You..."
Gu Fuyou stood up and walked to Zhong Michu. Her voice was clear and trembling, revealing her excitement: "Senior Sister Zhong, this book is mine. It was originally mine. Really, look, here, I used a red pen to mark these two words. Although, although they are sloppy, you can still vaguely make out that they are 'Aman', which is my childhood name. I lost this book, and I don't know how it got here."
As Gu Fuyou spoke, he moved closer to Zhong Michu. The closer they were, the more distinct the smell became. Zhong Michu took a step back, his brows furrowed even deeper.
Gu Fuyou thought she didn't believe him, so he held the book and pointed his four fingers to the sky: "Really, I, I swear, I swear to the sky."
Zhong Michu turned his head away, raised his arms, and covered his nose with his wide sleeves like flowing clouds.
The message conveyed by this action was too obvious, and Zhong Michu smelled something unbearable.
Gu Fuyou sniffed himself and didn't smell anything bad.
On the other hand, in Gu Fuyou's eyes, Zhong Michu had a gloomy look and a face full of resistance, which made Gu Fuyou think that there was something wrong with his sense of smell.
Gu Fuyou took a step back and said, "Senior Sister Zhong, I will copy a new copy for you and write down my notes and thoughts on it."
She was smiling, with dimples on her cheeks and bright eyes.
She was afraid that Zhong Michu would refuse, so she ran out without waiting for Zhong Michu to say anything, saying to her as she ran: "It must be the same as before."
"I'll give it to you within three days, I'll definitely give it to you!"
She was so excited that she forgot what she came for. She left all the tea sets here. When she left, she did not go to the main door, but ran to the wall and climbed over it.
After Gu Fuyou left, Zhong Michu frowned and looked at the direction she left for a long time, then waved his long sleeves, and a breeze took away the smell in the room, blowing away the bamboo curtains with a crackling sound.
After Gu Fuyou returned, he rolled over on the bed, hugging the tea-stained scroll: "Ahhhh!"
"Si Miao, Si Miao, Zhong Mi Chu is actually reading the book I annotated!"
Si Miao asked the heavens in silence. Gu Fuyou's sudden return had startled her and nearly caused her furnace of pills to explode: "You've said it so many times that my ears are almost callused!"
Gu Fuyou screamed, and rolled left and right holding the book. He was hit by a pill bottle thrown by Si Miao, and then he calmed down.
Si Miao said disdainfully: "Isn't it just reading your book that I'm so happy?"
Gu Fuyou sat up and smiled slightly, "You don't understand."
Zhong Michu was born with water spiritual roots, and practiced both internal and external cultivation. He reached the Golden Elixir stage at just over a hundred years old, and his talent and comprehension were first-rate.
Looking around the world, there are only a handful of people like her. Even her brother pales in comparison.
This kind of person is the one that Gu Fuyou envies the most, and the one she thinks is the most powerful. Apart from being jealous of the gift from God, it is not an exaggeration to say that she admires Zhong Michu.
This person who was so different from her was actually reading the book she had annotated. From Zhong Michu's tone, it seemed that he approved of it very much and loved it very much.
The look of regret that Zhong Michu showed for that moment about this book made Gu Fuyouxi's heart tremble.
Si Miao could not empathize with the joy brought by this contrast.
Gu Fuyou jumped out of bed, took a new copy of "A New Interpretation of Formation" from the bedside, and walked to the desk: "I won't talk to you anymore. I have to copy the book for my Senior Sister Zhong."
Si Miao shook her head, too lazy to pay attention to her.
It turned out that the book was wrinkled after being poured with hot tea, and the ink spread out, making it almost impossible to see the original handwriting. Only a few places were not damaged and the original words could still be seen.
When Gu Fuyou read this book before, she wrote whatever came to her mind. The annotations were scattered left and right, and her handwriting was extremely sloppy. Sometimes she couldn't write any more and even had to cover the original text, so it looked extremely messy.
Gu Fuyou touched the line of words at the bottom corner of the book. There were eight words written on it: 'Amazing explanations in this world, which make one feel deeply moved'. The words were squeezed into the corner by Gu Fuyou's crazy handwriting.
The handwriting was neat and beautiful. It is said that the handwriting reflects the person, and it is true. Gu Fuyou knew it was written by Zhong Michu as soon as he saw the handwriting.
Gu Fuyou held his cheek with his hands, curved his eyes, and smiled silently at the eight words. He didn't even notice that his face was smudged by the red pen in his hand.
Gu Fuyou spent three days transcribing the annotations into the new book based on his memory. This time the writing was neat and tidy, much neater than the original book.
She took the new book to find Elder Liu He, intending to let him take a look first to see if there were any additions or changes, and to ask him how the book came into his hands.
Xuanmiao Sect has nine peaks, each with a hall headed by an elder who is in charge of one thing, such as book collection, alchemy, beast taming, formation, etc.
Elder Liuhe lives in Xiyi Peak, where he is in charge of the formations and refining of all the people in Xuanmiao Sect. He has some attainments in formations and refining, so he took the trouble to set up the defensive formation outside the mountain gate.
Gu Fuyou didn't know how the Six Cranes Elder knew her, but one day he sent a Plum Blossom Messenger to deliver a document to Xiaoyao City, saying that she was proficient in formations and had great talent, so he specially recruited her into the Xuanmiao Sect and kept her by his side as a student.
There are inner and outer disciples in Xuanmiao Sect. The inner disciples are accepted as disciples by the sect's great elders and powerful men and are taught personally, while the outer disciples only have their names on the list and are taught by the sect's other disciples.
Although Gu Fuyou was personally recruited to Xuanmiao Sect by Liu He, he was not formally accepted as a disciple by Liu He, so his status was awkward between the inner and outer disciples.
She had to report to Xiyi Peak every day. Apart from that, she usually practiced with the outer disciples and listened to the lectures on Taoism from the elders.
Sometimes when Gu Fuyou didn't want to listen to other elders' lectures, he would sneak away and hide in Xiyi Peak.
When Gu Fuyou arrived at Xiyi Peak, there were disciples sweeping the floor outside the hall.
Gu Fuyou walked along the way and asked, "Brother, is the elder here?"
The disciple said, "The elder is in the study."
Gu Fuyou walked to the study, the door of which was wide open. As soon as he walked into the living room, he heard Elder Liuhe's clear laughter.
Looking inside from the flower-tasseled curtain, Elder Liuhe was wearing a black Taoist robe with floral patterns. He had been working by the forging furnace all year round, his face was red from the smoke, and his white beard on his chin was dry like weeds, trembling from laughing with his head tilted back.
Elder Liuhe was reading a book in his hand and talking to someone next to him. The person was wearing a dark green robe, with his ears and eyes tilted, and it was Zhong Michu.
"The annotations in the book were indeed made by that little girl." Elder Liuhe sighed and said, "This little girl has worked hard on the formation. Nowadays, not many people are willing to spend time on this side door of formation. Although she has some insights, her talent for cultivation is not good. It is probably difficult for her to reach the Golden Core Stage. Her life span is only more than 200 years. Time flies, and more than 200 years is just a blink of an eye. No matter how much she works on the formation, it is difficult for her to achieve great success due to the limitation of her life span. What a pity."
Elder Liuhe sighed for a moment, then asked, "It's really strange that that girl could make a contract with you. Do you know the reason?"
Zhong Michu was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
"Did she use the contract to bully you?"
Zhong Michu still shook his head.
Liu He said, "That girl is very clever and not someone who would settle down. I'm afraid she has bothered you a lot. You have met her a few times. What do you think of her?"
Zhong Michu paused for a moment and said softly, "Fine words and flattering appearance rarely show kindness."
Gu Fuyou, who was outside, heard these words and crossed his arms, thinking to himself, Nanzhu Jun was right on target.
However, she felt that even if she was good at sweet talk, her words were not that sweet, at least not as harsh as the one in Zhong Michu's tone.
A little bit at most.
Elder Liuhe closed the book and laughed, "And you still say she didn't bully you."
"This girl is spoiled by her father and brother, and sometimes she can only see herself. She is just a naughty child, but she is not a bad person. After all, you are my senior sister, so you should give in to her when you can, and give her guidance when you should."
Zhong Michu replied calmly: "Disciple understands."
Gu Fuyou was just wondering, but from the tone of Elder Liuhe, it seemed that he was familiar with her father. He walked over and called out, "Master Liuhe."
Seeing this, Liu He smiled and said, "I was talking about you, but you came here quietly."
When Zhong Michu saw her coming, he said goodbye to Liu He and left.
As soon as he passed the Chuihua Gate, he walked out without even looking at her.
Gu Fuyou said something to Liu He, chased out, and stopped Zhong Michu in front of the steps.
She walked over and handed over the new book: "Senior Sister Zhong, I have finished transcribing the annotations in this book and will return it to you."
There was only a book between the two of them. The familiar sweet fragrance lingered in Zhong Michu's nose. She silently took a step away: "Since this book is yours, you don't have to return it to me."
Zhong Michu refused to take it, so Gu Fuyou took another step forward, handed the book to Zhong Michu, and said with a smile: "Then I'll give it to you."
She really wanted to give this book to Zhong Michu, not to please him, but because it was the first time she saw someone cherish and praise her recorded notes so much, and she was really happy.
I hope this book will find a soulmate.
Zhong Michu had only read the first few chapters of the book and found it curious. After hesitating for a moment, he finally gave up and took it.
"Then... thank you very much." When saying this, Zhong Michu took a step back slightly and held his breath secretly.
Gu Fuyou saw that Zhong Michu had a strange expression on his face, and thinking about how she had just taken a step closer, Zhong Michu took a step back.
At first she thought Zhong Michu was annoyed with her, so he didn't want to get close to her. But then she thought about it again, recalling the way Zhong Michu raised his sleeves yesterday, and suddenly she realized that this person was holding his breath.
Thinking of this, Gu Fuyou was startled, and then he naturally sniffed the scent on his body, but still could not smell anything, so he was about to ask Zhong Michu in detail.
After Zhong Michu thanked him, he left in a hurry.
Gu Fuyou was left alone, disheveled in the wind.