The Dragon

Chapter 6: The fairy falls

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Gu Fuyou knocked his chin on the pillow, lying motionless on the bed like a salted fish, and asked, "Si Miao, do I smell strange?"

Si Miao couldn't stand it anymore and threw a pill bottle at her: "You've asked me hundreds of times, and I've never said no!"

"Do you think it's possible that after we made the contract, our relationship has changed, so she can smell something that others can't."

“There is no precedent.”

Gu Fuyou curled his lips and said, "Every time I went over, she was at least one step away from me."

She wanted to go directly to Zhong Michu and ask him clearly. What if this was an extremely unpleasant smell? It would be very embarrassing to find out, but she didn't have the courage to face the reality.

Si Miao glanced at her and asked, "You don't hate her rigidity, so why do you go to her so often these days?"

Gu Fuyou said, "You don't understand. I'm just trying to make myself familiar. Senior Sister Zhong, even if I don't like you, if something happens, I will still help you out of this small favor."

Besides, Zhong Michu’s place is peaceful!

After she gave the "New Interpretation of the Formation" to Zhong Michu, she received an order from Liu He, asking her to go and solve Zhong Michu's doubts.

To outsiders, asking her to solve Zhong Michu's puzzles was simply a fantasy. But Liu He had read the original book "New Interpretation of Formation", and the handwriting was so sloppy and chaotic that it was difficult to distinguish. He was not worried that Zhong Michu would not understand the meaning of the book, but he was only worried that Zhong Michu would not understand Gu Fuyou's words.

From then on, Gu Fuyou was happy and could hide away on Gushen Peak openly.

No more listening to those old-fashioned people nagging, repeating the same thing over and over again, saying "without rules, there will be no order"

He no longer had to look at the rolling eyes of his fellow brothers and sisters. Gu Fuyou was really worried that if he continued to turn his eyes that way, sooner or later something would go wrong with their eyeballs.

With Liu He's permission, Gu Fuyou went to Gushen Peak several times, and the guards no longer stopped her, but she was used to walking through the back peak.

The courtyard where Zhong Michu lived was called Hechenxuan. It was elegant and quiet, with a large area and few people.

She always thought that Zhong Michu was the only one living there, but that wasn't the case. There was another person living there who was in seclusion now. So she didn't see anyone else there the several times she went there, but it seemed no different than Zhong Michu living there alone.

Zhong Michu initially wanted to drive her down the mountain, but she confidently said that Liu He asked her to come. Zhong Michu then stopped asking her to go down the mountain and just treated her as air and stayed away from her.

Zhong Michu was a man of few words to begin with. He ignored Gu Fuyou and didn’t say a word to him all day.

But this is much better than those people who are sarcastic and mock you openly or secretly, and such a good-looking person is pleasing to the eye even if he is just sitting next to you.

The most important thing is that Zhong Michu has a huge collection of books of various kinds, which is simply amazing.

Before, whenever Gu Fuyou wanted to skip the elders' classes, he would run to Elder Liuhe's Xiyi Peak. Now, whenever he wants to skip classes, he would run to Zhong Michu's Gushen Peak and Chenxuan.

With this run, the golden autumn turns into silver winter, and the red maples turn into white snow.

That day, Gu Fuyou ran up the mountain and called across the courtyard wall: "Senior Sister Zhong!"

The door was open, and in front of it hung a lake green curtain for use in summer.

After a long while, Zhong Michu came out and stood by the door. He lifted the curtain with his slender fingers, revealing half of his body, and looked at her with his faint eyes.

Gu Fuyou asked, "In the spring of next year, the Fairyland will open, and many disciples have signed up to travel in the Fairyland. I saw the list posted in front of the hall, why is your name not on it?"

This fairyland is a small world created by heaven and earth. It is said to be the source of spiritual power in the world, nourishing the monks between heaven and earth.

Those who become immortals will fall into this small world after their death, and their physical bodies will return to this small world. All their spiritual powers will be integrated into this small world, and all the magic weapons on their immortal bodies will be scattered in it to be used by the new generation of cultivators.

This cycle repeats itself endlessly.

Therefore, this small world got a name, called Xianluo.

It opens once every seven hundred years.

In the fairyland, magical beasts roam everywhere, exotic flowers and plants bloom all over the mountains, and there are all kinds of rare treasures in the world.

All the cultivators who met him wanted to join in the fun. If they encountered an opportunity, they would soar into the sky. Even if they didn't encounter it, they could still gain some experience.

Anyone in the sect can join the Xianluo, but they must submit a name list in advance in order to check for casualties. If you do not submit a name list, it will be considered that you do not want to join the Xianluo, and you will not be allowed to go there privately after the deadline.

Gu Fuyou planned to take a look around. Even if he couldn't find any rare treasures, he could at least get some bits and pieces.

She thought that Zhong Michu would definitely go as well. With Zhong Michu's qualifications, a trip to Xianluo would definitely improve his cultivation.

Unexpectedly, when he looked at the list in front of the hall, he did not see Zhong Michu's name after reading it several times, so he ran up the mountain to ask her, fearing that she had forgotten it.

When Gu Fuyou came up the mountain, he realized what was going on and found it funny, wondering what he was thinking.

Who is Zhong Michu? Even if she herself has forgotten, can the Sect Master forget? Can the elders forget? She is just worrying about nothing.

Zhong Michu replied: "The headmaster said that my cultivation is not enough."

It turned out that he had no intention of going at all.

After hearing this, Gu Fuyou pursed his lips, feeling a little disappointed.

I thought that the leader must feel that Xianluo is in unpredictable danger and is afraid that something might happen to Zhong Michu.

What Xianluo said was indeed dangerous and it was possible to lose one's life if one was not careful.

Zhong Michu is still young and inexperienced now, so it makes sense to keep this talent well protected and ensure that she can grow up. It doesn't matter if it's fast or slow, but steady.

It is too much to just say that Zhong Michu’s cultivation is not enough. If Zhong Michu is not qualified to enter Xianluo, then what is the point of her, Gu Fuyou, entering Xianluo? Is she courting death

"I'm going to take a look around Xianluo. Spring is about to begin in Xianluo, so I need to make some preparations during this period of time. I can't come to Gushen Peak to disturb Senior Sister Zhong. Please take care of yourself, Senior Sister Zhong." Gu Fuyou leaned against the wall, talking and laughing.

Since Zhong Michu didn't leave, the inquiry turned into a farewell.

Zhong Michu replied to her, "Have a safe trip." Nothing else to say.

After Gu Fuyou said goodbye, just as she said, she didn't come to Gushen Peak for a long time.

Zhong Michu still went about his daily routine as usual, but he always felt like something was missing.

Gushen Peak has always been quiet. Gu Fuyou barged in and caused a lot of noise, which broke the tranquility. She was not used to it.

Now that Gu Fuyou is no longer here, Gushen Peak has returned to its former tranquility, with only the sounds of wind, the piano, and falling snow to which she is not used.

Zhong Michu raised her fingers and the sound of the piano stopped. She stood up, put down the piano and prepared to go out for a trip.

I walked towards the backyard unconsciously, and just as I went out I heard a sound. My eyes lit up slightly, and I looked in the direction of the sound, but I saw that it was not someone coming, but a pile of snow falling from the branches of the ginkgo tree.

Zhong Michu stood there in a daze for a moment, looking at the gloomy sky. Snowflakes were fluttering down like cotton wool. She shook her head, sighed softly, then turned around and went back into the house.

The snow melts and March comes, which is the time when the fairyland begins.

Xianluo is located at the junction of Zhongzhou and Nanzhou. Its name is Linghua, which means mirror. It got this name because every time the entrance of Xianluo opens in the air, it is like a mirror, reflecting the mountains and rivers of the world.

The land of Linghua is a wilderness with green grass stretching as far as the eye can see.

When Gu Fuyou and others came over, most of the cultivators from all over the world had arrived. The grass and the hillsides on both sides were filled with people. There was no room to stand on the ground, so some people flew in the air using swords and beasts.

The crowd was bustling about, and everyone stretched their necks to wait for the Immortal Fall to begin.

As usual, the people at the front were from the Four Immortal Sect, with a large presence, and many of them looked like masters of the sect. It was unclear whether they were there to protect the young disciples, or to search for treasures, or both.

At three quarters after noon, with a shout from the crowd, Xianluo opened on time.

A spot of light appeared above the wilderness, and then gradually expanded into a circle of light.

There is also blue sky and green land within the aperture.

A Taoist on the hillside held a long whip in his hand and whipped it three times in the air. The crackling sound could be clearly heard in the noisy wilderness.

In ancient times, the three cracks of the spring whip meant that farmers were farming.

Now, the spring whip has been sounded three times, signaling the opening of the Immortal Land. All cultivators enter the Immortal Land to practice, which can be regarded as the cultivation of their own spiritual power.

The people from the Four Immortal Sects took the lead and entered the Immortal Land, and the rest of the cultivators followed closely.

Gu Fuyou looked at the cultivators, flying their swords and riding the wind, like a swarm of carp crossing the river.

Gu Fuyou said with a smile: "In ancient times, there were fish leaping over the Dragon Gate, and now there are people entering the Immortal Realm."

A sneer came from behind. Gu Fuyou turned around to look.

Yuan Changsui had a strange look on his face and glanced at her coldly.

Gu Fuyou clicked his tongue and felt a headache and toothache.

Ever since she summoned Zhong Mi Chu again on Jiansu Peak, all the disciples who had seen it with their own eyes believed that her spirit beast was Zhong Mi Chu, and the other people in the sect also went from being unbelieving to being half-believing and half-doubting.

Yuan Changsui became much more obedient after being splashed with a cup of tea by Zhong Michu, and no longer caused trouble for her everywhere. However, he began to become sarcastic and often stared at her with gloomy eyes for a long time behind her back.

Gu Fuyou was afraid that this man might stab him in the back someday. Gu Fuyou would rather he tripped him up openly as usual.

The cultivators who were going to the Immortal Falls had almost all left. Gu Fuyou didn't bother to argue with Yuan Changsui. He sat on Simiao's spirit beast, and Gu Huaiyou flew the sword, and the three of them went to the Immortal Falls together.

What Si Miao summoned was a three-legged crow, its entire body was fiery red, and its wings were burning with blazing flames.

Among the three of them, only the leopard cat summoned by Gu Huaiyou was relatively normal.

Because Si Miao's contract with the Three-legged Crow is, in a sense, even more rare than her contract with Zhong Michu. It's not that the Three-legged Crow is a rare spiritual beast, no matter how rare it is, it can't be as rare as Nanzhu Jun.

But there is a legend that the three-legged crow devours its master, and anyone who summons the three-legged crow to form a contract with it will one day die under the three-legged crow's flames.

People call this "playing with fire and getting burned".

People who practice Taoism are very taboo about these things. They would rather believe it exists than not believe it. Therefore, they regard the three-legged crow as an ominous creature. Even if they can summon the three-legged crow, no one will make a contract with it.

However, Si Miao did not care about this legend, but liked this spiritual beast very much.

She had both fire and wood spiritual roots, and this fire spirit beast was compatible with her and could best help her in refining elixirs, so she made the contract without hesitation.

Gu Fuyou and Si Miao sat on the three-legged crow and entered the fairyland. The monks passing by saw that the spiritual beast they were riding was the three-legged crow, and they all looked at them with surprise, secretly marveling at it.

—Nowadays, there are people who are not afraid of death and dare to treat the three-legged crow as a spiritual beast.

After entering from the center of the light circle, you will enter a new world with clear blue sky, the sun and the moon appearing together, and there is still a field under your feet.

The grass is waist-high and lush, and the wind blows the grass, making it rustle.

In the fairyland, the spiritual energy is abundant. When you take a breath, all your internal organs can enjoy the sweet air.

No one has set foot in this fairyland for seven hundred years. Many spirit beasts are not afraid of people and stand there, looking sideways.

The inner elixirs of some spirit beasts can aid in cultivation, and some of their bodies can be used to refine magical instruments or medicines. At the very least, they can be sold in the market in exchange for some spirit stones.

The monks were all ready to capture him.

Who would have thought that a loud thunder would explode in the plain, followed by a series of explosions, like firecrackers set off on New Year's Day, crackling non-stop and breaking the tranquility all around.

Gu Fuyou looked towards the source of the movement and saw black spots all over the sky. Upon closer inspection, he saw that they were iron balls covered with spikes.

Gu Fuyou sneered: "Starry sky."

It turned out that the thunder was the magic weapon, the Starry Sky. It was originally a palm-sized iron ball, but when thrown out, the mother and the child separated, scattering countless black gold balls with thorns, exploding into sparks, with a huge sound that shook the sky.

This magical instrument was originally used just to 'startle the snake', to wake up and drive away the dormant or hibernating spiritual beasts, hence the name - Jingzhe.

Now it has been modified to be very ferocious. Not only is it loud, but it is also very lethal. It is the magic weapon that the disciples of Xu Ling Sect usually use to hunt beasts.

The ground was blown to pieces piece by piece, the tranquility of the wilderness was broken, many spirit beasts were killed, and the remaining spirit beasts were alarmed and fled in panic.

Not only that, some monks below did not have time to dodge and were injured by the explosion. They were immediately furious: "Who is so blind that you threw the bomb without aiming? You hurt your grandfather..."

I looked back at the sky and almost bit my tongue.

I saw four flying horses pulling a canopy chariot in the sky. A young man with red lips and white teeth, a purple robe and a jade crown, and a precious sword on his waist stood in front of the chariot, throwing stars all over the sky.

This man's name is Zuo Tianlang. He is the grandson of the leader of Xu Ling Sect. He is the apple of everyone's eye and is well-known in Nanzhou.

When everyone saw that he was the instigator, they immediately stopped their actions.

I thought, oh, forget it, I can’t afford to offend him.

In this world, there are five continents and four seas. Except for Central Continent and the Four Seas which are governed by the Qingluan Clan and the Dragon Clan, the other four continents in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest can be said to be under the control of the Four Immortal Sects.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Four Immortal Sects were powerful, but they were just a sect, and the major sects were still independent of each other.

Later, for some reason, a trend emerged in which weak sects relied on powerful immortal sects, offered spirit stones as tribute, and sought shelter.

The Four Immortal Sects took this opportunity to secretly interfere in the affairs of their own sects, eroding the power of each sect and taking the opportunity to grow stronger. Until now, each of them has become the overlord of a continent, dominating the world with one hand.

That's it, so be it.

The leaders of the three immortal sects in the three continents of east, west and north all abdicated and let the capable ones take over. The atmosphere can be considered clear and bright.

Only the Xu Ling Sect in Nanzhou is a noble family. The entire sect is controlled by the Zuo family, a noble family of immortal practitioners.

There are bound to be power struggles within this kind of clan. People's hearts are not focused on spiritual practice, but instead they are focused on power and reputation, fighting openly and secretly.

But it just so happens that the Zuo family's Xuling Sect is the strongest among the four immortal sects. The Zuo family will select women with excellent qualifications to reproduce their bloodline. Eight out of ten children in the Zuo family have excellent qualifications. This is one reason.

The Zuo family eliminated dissidents in Nanzhou. Except for the two unique cities, Xiaoyao City controlled by Gu Wanpeng and Xuanmiao Sect controlled by Ji Chaoling, all other sects and cities were controlled by the Zuo family.

Think about how many resources there are in this continent, all of which are at the disposal of the Zuo family. It is hard not to be powerful. This is another reason.

The Zuo family in Nanzhou is like an emperor in ancient times.

The spoiled descendants are unscrupulous and competitive. Now that they have entered the fairyland, they will definitely make a fuss.

Everyone was afraid of the Zuo family's Xu Ling Sect. They dared not speak out, nor did they dare to compete with them for the spirit beasts. They just quietly moved away from this place.

Zuo Tianlang kicked the man beside him, squinted his eyes and said lazily: "Bearded slave, why don't you go down and cast the net to hunt animals? If you lose to the people from the side branch this time, I will skin you alive."

The man was eight feet tall, with a monkey-like back and a slim waist. He obeyed the order submissively, jumped off the chariot, and went to catch the animal with a net, ignoring the exploding stars.

Gu Fuyou was not far away, and after seeing this scene, he felt very uncomfortable.

The bearded slave was a slave. The existence of slaves originated from the Xu Ling Sect, and has a history of a thousand years. Although the various sects used to openly accuse the Xu Ling Sect of being inhumane, now that they have seen the benefits of slaves, the accusations have disappeared, and they have also begun to purchase slaves from the Xu Ling Sect.

The Xu Ling Sect set up Bai Lu City specifically for training slaves.

These slaves later entered noble families as servants. Those with weaker abilities did not even have names, and their masters continued to use the product numbers of Bailu City, such as eleven, twelve, etc. If they were a little stronger, their masters would give them new names to show respect, but they would also add the word "slave" at the end to indicate their identity.

These slaves could no longer be called human beings; they were indentured and remained inferior to other humans for their entire lives.

In the eyes of many people, the fate of slaves is not worth telling, so Zuo Tianlang could let the bearded slave go under the sky of Jingzhe without blinking an eye.

The figure of Zhong Michu that emerged in Gu Fuyou's mind was extremely elegant and graceful.

Regarding the contract between Zhong Mi and Chu, Gu Fuyou didn't know whether he felt more guilty or more surprised.

I was so obsessed that day that I didn’t think about the consequences, and I didn’t expect the contract to be signed…

In fact, Zhong Mi Chuyuan could not be said to be a slave, but when talking about people being indentured, the first word that comes to mind is always slave.

She was uneasy in her heart and made a silent decision - from now on, she would be nice to Zhong Michu!