Gu Fuyou took Zhong Michu back. Fortunately, there were not many people on that street, and few people had the honor of seeing the Dragon King parading through the streets. Si Miao and Mr. Zhai were not surprised to see the two of them coming back together. They all looked normal, as if Zhong Michu had never walked out of the back door.
Gu Fuyou arranged for Zhong Michu to live in her yard, just opposite her room.
The night was getting cooler, and the clouds were blocking the moon. The house seemed even larger and more empty, and so were the rooms. Zhong Michu was lying on the bed. The bodies of immortal cultivators were different from those of ordinary people, and they did not need to sleep every night. Meditation was more beneficial to the spirit and cultivation. Zhong Michu used to meditate more than sleep, but now he slept more because he could dream after falling asleep.
She couldn't sleep tonight. The window was open, the night wind blew the bamboo curtains, and the shadows on the ground swayed. She tilted her head to look, and a black shadow suddenly flashed in the silver light. Zhong Michu concentrated and said, "Who is it?"
After she asked the question, she could already smell the scent. It was Gu Fuyou. The figure slowly walked out from the shadows and stood in the moonlight. Zhong Michu was stunned just now, and she didn't know when Gu Fuyou came into the room, and she didn't hear any sound. She sat up and called out, "Aman?" She couldn't understand what Gu Fuyou was doing in the middle of the night.
The green figure moved lightly and sat down beside the bed. She looked at her with a smile and rubbed her cheek with her white fingers.
Zhong Michu's face suddenly darkened, he grabbed her hand and said coldly: "Who are you?"
This person hummed softly from his nose, very charmingly, and smiled with his eyes sideways, full of charm: "You hurt me."
Zhong Michu's face was as cold as ice. The person in front of her was not Gu Fuyou. This demon was full of charm in her bones. The red in the corners of her eyes burned like fire in people's hearts. Zhong Michu squeezed tighter and even used his spiritual power, as if he would tear her apart if she moved.
The person just smiled: "She is using this body now. If you get hurt, she will be the one who suffers." After saying that, she relaxed her body and moved closer, as if she would let Zhong Michu do whatever he wanted and would never resist.
Zhong Michu loosened her grip a little, but still asked, "Who are you?" In fact, she already had a guess in her heart.
The man stood up and said with a smile: "Who am I? I am me. I am Qingjun."
The guess was confirmed, and Zhong Michu felt a pain in her heart. She was Qingluan, the original owner of this body. Since she was here, where was Gu Fuyou
Qingjun saw her anxious look and smiled, "Don't worry, she just fell asleep."
For some reason, she trusted Qingjun, perhaps because Gu Fuyou occupied this body. She was afraid that Gu Fuyou would leave quietly again, and Qingjun's words made her feel at ease. She slowly lowered her shoulders and stared at Qingjun in silence. She had many questions in her heart. Qingjun was not dead, so how could her body be in the fairyland and placed in the Ruizhu Palace in a funeral manner? Why did she suddenly wake up? Why did Gu Fuyou's soul come to her body
There were so many questions that she didn't know where to start. In the quiet night, a crisp bell rang out suddenly. Zhong Michu pushed back the quilt. The sound came from her body, or more precisely, from the storage bag she was wearing. She untied the storage bag. A shadow rushed out, jingling and shaking non-stop, flying around Qingjun.
Qingjun stretched out her hand, and the object stopped in her hand. It was the ear-covering bell. Qingjun said, "Old friend, long time no see."
The ear-covering bell seemed to be in a bad mood again, and it flew to Zhong Michu's head and stopped. Qingjun laughed and said, "Why, it's been tens of thousands of years, and you're still angry? Then I apologize to you."
"I was stupid at that time. I couldn't distinguish illusion from reality. I blamed you for not being able to create a real person. I sealed you in a rage. I was wrong." Qingjun said softly, and making an apology seemed like teasing.
Zhong Michu didn't know what had happened between her and the ear-covering bell, but he could vaguely understand from her words that Qingjun was the owner of the ear-covering bell, or the former owner, and it was she who sealed the ear-covering bell in the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Formation.
The ear-covering bell rang twice, as if forgiving Qingyun, and flew back to her hand. After all, it was an artifact, and its temper was too simple. Qingyun raised her index finger and touched the ear-covering bell. The ear-covering bell made a small buzzing sound, and after a moment it became quiet and stuck to Qingyun. The ear-covering bell recognized Qingyun as its master again.
Qingjun glanced at Zhong Michu with a smile: "You seem to have a lot to ask me."
Zhong Michu said: "Yes."
Qingjun said: "Let me touch it, and I will answer you."
Zhong Michu: “…”
Those questions need to be clarified. If you force them, it will hurt Gu Fuyou. Zhong Michu pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "Okay."
As soon as Qingjun got the promise, she immediately sat over, held Zhong Michu's cheeks with both hands, and said teasingly: "You can't bite me."
Zhong Michu looked at her straight and asked, "Does she know of your existence?"
Qingjun rubbed Zhong Michu's cheeks with both hands and hummed softly, as if she was in a good mood: "She probably doesn't know, but she has seen Qingman. I wonder if Qingman has told her."
Zhong Michu asked: "Who is Qing Man?"
Qingjun said: "A blue phoenix that lives in the Lost Forest in the inner layer of Xianluo."
Zhong Michu had a vague memory, and it seemed that she had met such a blue phoenix in Xianluo. She asked again: "Will your presence affect her?"
Qingjun smiled and said, "If I want, I can."
Zhong Michu's pupils suddenly contracted, and the golden light in his pupils was dazzling and breathtaking. If it were someone else, they would not dare to look directly into these eyes. Qingjun saw these eyes and smiled, "Little White Dragon, are you going to eat people?"
"Thousands of years ago, you two disturbed my peace, destroyed my formation, broke my coffin, and took my rare treasures. Thousands of years later, one of you took over my body and forced me to wake up. Haha, the other one wants to kill me. Let her take over my body completely?"
Zhong Michu: “…”
Qingjun smiled and said, "Don't be angry, I was just teasing you. I am just a little conscious and obsessed now, and I can't hinder her."
"You are worried about her." It was obvious who Qingjun was talking about, and she spoke in a knowing tone. Zhong Michu did not refute.
Qingjun stared into Zhong Michu's eyes, and stroked the corners of her eyes with his fingers. After a moment, he sighed deeply, "You dragons are naturally fickle. In the past thousands of years, there have been only two accidents, one is you, and the other is him."
Zhong Michu couldn't help but ask, "Who is he?"
Qingjun's expression softened all of a sudden, and she said, "My White Dragon." When she said this, her eyes were gentle and affectionate, and her love flowed out. Zhong Michu could feel her deep love.
Zhong Michu asked: "Where is he?"
Qingyun looked deeply into Zhong Michu's eyes, which were empty, as if he was remembering someone through her. The dragons all have golden eyes. Qingluan's expression gradually became sad, and he bit his lower lip for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice: "I lost him and can never see him again."
Missing her but unable to see her. Qingjun's pain deeply touched her and she wanted to comfort her, but she knew that no words could soothe Qingjun's pain.
After a long while, Qingjun recovered as usual and said with a smile: "He is your ancestor, so I am also half your ancestor."
"Among all his descendants, you are the most similar to him." Qingjun caressed Zhong Michu with great skill. She seemed to know the preferences of the dragon race very well. The dragon scales on Zhong Michu's ears could not help but show up. Qingjun said very complacently: "But Di Yi is cuter than you."
Zhong Michu: “…”
It seems that the ancestor was called Emperor Yi.
Zhong Michu moaned softly. Qingjun stroked her head, making her whole body relax, like the sunshine pouring down from the flower stand in spring, making people feel comfortable and dependent. As she said, it was the ancestor, the elder, and the hand was very warm. If her mother loved her and was willing to get close to her, maybe this is how it would feel.
Her dragon horns and tail poked out.
Zhong Michu held the hands that were about to touch the dragon horns and asked: "Why did Ah Man's soul fall into your body?"
Qingjun said: "I don't know, maybe she has such a useful body in her memory, so she came here to find it?"
Zhong Michu frowned and said, "You are Qingluan, how can she take you away?"
Qingjun smiled and said, "You don't know the overwhelming resentment she had when she came here. She could even take over the body of an immortal."
Zhong Michu pondered and said, "There has never been a case in the world where a soul from the underworld could be reborn..." Why did something strange happen to Ah Man
Qingjun asked: "Don't you want her to come back to life?"
Zhong Michu didn't say anything. How could she not want Gu Fuyou to come back to life? She couldn't rest assured, she wanted Gu Fuyou to live a normal life.
Qingjun seemed to see through her concerns and smiled, "Don't worry, this body is still under her control most of the time. I just took advantage of her slackness to come out and take a look at what kind of white dragon left the tooth marks on her body. It won't stay for long."
Qingjun supported her head and said, "She's going to wake up."
Qingjun suddenly looked at her, her eyes were seductive, and she smiled and said, "You don't want to be in a stalemate with her forever, do you?"
"What?"
"I'll help you. It's a gift from your ancestors."
Before Zhong Michu could figure out what she meant by that, Qingjun suddenly made a move, grabbed her pair of dragon horns, and pushed her down on the bed.
Zhong Michu: “…”
Qingjun's eyelids drooped, as if she was drowsy. After a while, she opened them again, as if she had just woken up. Her eyes were dazed, and slowly she regained clarity.
Zhong Michu frowned and called out tentatively, "A'man?"
Gu Fuyou stared at the person under him in a daze, unable to react for a moment. Was it a dream? Obviously not, but why was she still holding her dragon horn in Zhong Michu's room? !
Gu Fuyou's eyes widened in shock. He withdrew his hand as if it was burned. "Senior Sister? Why am I here?"
Zhong Michu said, "I don't know. I was about to fall asleep when you barged in..." Zhong Michu snorted because of Gu Fuyou's retreat. Gu Fuyou's face turned red, but it was not clear at night.
Zhong Michu glanced at her, looking angry and resentful, and said quietly: "Ah Man, have you read the "Natural History"? "
Gu Fuyou's mind was struck by thunder, and she couldn't move for a long time. She naturally knew what Zhong Michu meant. It was recorded in the "Records of Natural History" that stroking a dragon's horn was a courtship behavior. This thing was not something that could be touched casually.
Gu Fuyou: “…”
When Zhong Mi first saw her, he knew that she understood. She turned her head away and lay on her side, looking like she was being molested. Gu Fuyou was panicked and confused, as if his heart was scratched by a cat's claws: "Senior Sister Zhong, I didn't mean to do that. I don't know how, I don't remember..."
Gu Fuyou said softly, "Senior Sister Zhong, I'm sorry."
Gu Fuyou apologized sincerely. It had been a long time since I heard her apologize like this. Zhong Michu was not happy at all and sighed deeply in his heart.
The ear-covering bell rang twice. Gu Fuyou looked back and asked, "Ear-covering bell? Why is it here?"
Zhong Michu said: "I took it out, and it recognized you as its master. Do you remember?"
Gu Fuyou shook his head, frowned, and thought deeply, why couldn't he remember anything at all. Zhong Michu asked, "Did you drink?"
Gu Fuyou said: "A little bit."
Zhong Michu looked as if he understood everything. Gu Fuyou also began to doubt himself, was it because of drinking? But his alcohol tolerance was not so poor that he would lose his memory after drinking a little green plum wine.
Zhong Michu's eyes showed a little tiredness, and the moonlight shone in obliquely, casting a layer of silver light on her. Gu Fuyou said, "Sister Zhong, you take a rest first, I'm going back."
Gu Fuyou stood up, with the ear bells pressed against her. She walked out, still thinking about what happened after she got drunk, and there was also a sense of concealing her panic and escaping.
"Ah Man."
Gu Fuyou turned around. Zhong Michu was looking at her.
"What's wrong?" Feeling a little guilty.
"I can not sleep."
"… "
"Sing me the lullaby of Happy City."
Gu Fuyou's expression was hidden in the shadows, obscure and unclear.
"Don't you want to?"
Gu Fuyou came over and sat down beside the bed: "No, I just... I forgot something. Let me think about it."
After a long time, Gu Fuyou sang softly. Zhong Michu turned to lie on his side, looked at her for a long time, stretched out his hand, and moved closer little by little, and gently held her wrist at her side.
The author has something to say: Qingjun is a top-notch dragon rubbing expert, and all of her skills were learned from Emperor Yi. In order to avoid misunderstanding, it is clearly stated here that Senior Sister is not the reincarnation of Emperor Yi. Emperor Yi is the brother of Senior Sister's great-great-great-grandfather. Emperor Yi and Qingjun have no offspring, and Qingjun has no relationship with Senior Sister.
The story of the jacaranda tree (Chapter 15) and the story of the ear-covering bells (Chapter 36) are both about Qingjun.
And Qingluan was born for love and only loves one person in his life (Chapter 39)