Yu Zhengzheng stared at him infatuatedly, tears flickering in her eyes.
In these seven years, she didn't know how many times she had dreamed of Rong Shang.
But every time, before she could hug him, he would disappear in the fog.
He was like a flower in a mirror or a moon in the water. He seemed to be within reach, yet he was so far away that she could never reach him.
She dared not move, fearing that this was just another dream.
It was not until Pei Qian walked in front of her and accidentally blocked her view with his baby face that she suddenly came to her senses.
Yu Zhengzheng pushed away Pei Qian who was in the way and rushed towards the young man in white with tearful eyes.
She threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist tightly: "Rong Shang..."
She had a lot of questions to ask him.
What happened to him on the cliff
Where did he go during those seven years
Why didn't he come to her...
She had so many things she wanted to say to him. If she were given enough time, she could probably ask him for three days and three nights.
But when those words came to my lips, they all turned into a choked murmur: "Rong Shang, I miss you so much."
He didn't respond, but his body, held tightly in her arms, became slightly stiff.
At first Yu Zhengzheng didn't notice anything unusual until she cried out all the grievances she had suffered in the past seven years. When she looked up, she found that his expression was not right.
If it were in the past, he would have wiped her tears while helplessly saying something like "Stop crying."
But now, the smile on his face disappeared, he seemed a little at a loss, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her was very unnatural.
Yu Zhengzheng's face was covered with traces of tears. She looked at him dully. When the breeze blew over her, her face felt dry and wrinkled.
She blinked her dry eyes and called out tentatively: "Rong Shang?"
Pei Qian stepped forward cautiously: "My Immortal Lord, why don't you let go of my hand first? Let me explain it to you slowly..."
Yu Zhengzheng narrowed her eyes, her gaze extremely cold: "If you have anything to say, can't you wait until I get back to say it?"
It was the first time that she realized that Pei Qian was so tactless. Did he have eyes for breathing
Pei Qian was glaring at her so hard that sweat broke out on his forehead and saliva kept coming out of the tip of his tongue.
He could only swallow his saliva continuously, and under the strong sense of oppression, he stammered: "He, he is the new disciple of the Ghost Sect, his name is Gang Lin."
As soon as the voice fell, the young man in white took a step back uncomfortably and leaned slightly towards her: "Disciple Gang Lin, hello to the Immortal Master Guizang."
Yu Zhengzheng frowned, looked puzzled and let go of his hand.
What are the barbells and dumbbells? What's going on
She observed his face carefully. He looked exactly like her in the same appearance, but his face was seven points less ruthless and sinister, and three points more youthful and tender.
Perhaps because she had been looking at him for too long, his ears turned slightly red and his thick eyelashes slowly drooped, hiding the helplessness and panic in his eyes.
She looked just like the top-notch prostitute in a brothel.
With the precedent of An Ning, when Yu Zhengzheng saw him like this, instead of letting down her guard, she took a deep breath.
Could it be that someone picked up Rong Shang's body and made him into a high-level puppet
No, that's not right.
Isn't Rong Shang a god
After a god dies, his body will turn into nothingness, leaving not even ashes. So where would the body be left to be made into a puppet
Wait, that’s not right…
The moment he calmly separated himself from his spiritual consciousness, he was no longer a god. If he really died, he should be able to be reincarnated.
If that’s the case, could it be that the young man in front of him is Rong Shang’s reincarnation
But only seven years have passed. Even if he eats two Hulks a day, he can't grow to 1.9 meters at the age of seven, right
The more Yu Zhengzheng thought about it, the more confused she became. Her hand on his arm clenched tighter and tighter. If Pei Qian hadn't pulled him away, she would probably have broken his arm.
Pei Qian deliberately lowered his voice and said solemnly: "Immortal Lord, I want to tell you that Gang Lin is the king."
Yu Zhengzheng: “… ?”
He means that the schizophrenia has developed a duck attribute
Seeing her expression getting more and more strange, Pei Qian hurriedly explained: "I guess that Lu Renjia may have used the life-extending technique to extend the king's life. This should be the sequelae of the life-extending technique."
Yes, the life-extending technique has side effects.
The most common ones are amnesia and drastic changes in temperament.
Let’s not talk about amnesia, the three classic tropes in soap operas: amnesia, car accidents, and leukemia. In this classic soap opera, how can the major feature of amnesia be missing
This drastic change in temperament means that the person whose life is extended will most likely develop a certain personality of the person who extended his life.
It's like a patient who has undergone an organ transplant, whose temperament changes drastically after recovery, as if he has become a different person.
In other words, if it was really Lu Renjia who extended Rong Shang's life, then Rong Shang might have developed a certain personality of Lu Renjia.
But Lu Renjia was a vegetarian and chanted Buddhist scriptures all year round, and apart from being a little stubborn and dull, he had no other obvious character flaws.
If Gang Lin is just about appearance, then that wouldn't be a big problem.
Amnesia and personality change are coexisting sequelae. If his memory is restored, his personality will also return to normal.
But...how did Pei Qian know
Yu Zhengzheng looked at Pei Qian with suspicion: "Pei Qian, how do you know that the life-extending technique has side effects?"
Pei Qian blushed and said, "I have peeked at your medical book."
Lu Renjia gave all the medical books he had collected throughout his life to Yu Zhengzheng, including many rare and classic medical books that had been lost for over ten thousand years.
She did not finish reading all of them, but just flipped through the medical books occasionally to pass the time in her spare time.
Because she was afraid that the books and bamboo slips would get damp and dusty, she would ask Pei Qian to take care of the books every half a month.
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment. Although some of his doubts were dispelled, he still felt a little strange in his heart: "When did Rong Shang come to Guixu Mountain? Why didn't you report this to me?"
Pei Qian knelt down decisively, his face ashamed: "Perhaps the king heard that the Immortal Master was going to come out of seclusion to accept disciples, so he came to Guixu Mountain to become his disciple."
"Because very few people have seen the king's true appearance, it was more than three months after the king returned that I only learned of the king's existence yesterday."
What Pei Qian said was reasonable and flawless.
Rong Shang rarely showed his true face before, and he usually came and went without a trace. Except for a few close confidants, almost no one had seen Rong Shang's true face. It was reasonable that the people from the Ghost Sect did not recognize Rong Shang.
Yu Zhengzheng felt a little overwhelmed. She waved her hand and said, "Pei Qian, go down first. I want to be alone."
Pei Qian responded and was about to leave when he remembered something.
He glanced at the white figure in the distance and said hesitantly: "Tomorrow's apprenticeship ceremony, you see..."
She raised her chin slightly and glanced at him: "Just say it if you have something to say."
Pei Qian lowered his head: "Your Majesty, tell your subordinates that he is here to become your disciple. If you are unwilling to accept me as your disciple and do not return to Xushan tomorrow, then Your Majesty will have no choice but to go back and inherit the family business..."
Yu Zhengzheng was slightly startled: "What family business?"
Pei Qian: "Kill the pig."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
"In the past two years, the king has been taken in by a large butcher family in the human world. The family has no children, but owns more than a few thousand pigs. It is said that the king kills two pigs every night before going to bed. Now his knife skills in butchering pigs have reached perfection."
Pei Qian's voice was like hypnosis, causing a strange picture to appear before her eyes.
Rong was wearing a white coat, standing on a wooden bench, holding a shiny butcher knife, and bleeding an old sow.
The pig's cry was played in 3D surround sound in her ears. Pig blood splashed on Rong Shang's face, but he showed a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth: "You annoying little sow, you are really thick-skinned."
Yu Zhengzheng suddenly shook her head, throwing the scene out of her mind. A layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. "I understand. I will go back early tomorrow morning."
Pei Qian smiled when he heard that, nodded quickly and turned around to get busy with the preparations for tomorrow's apprenticeship assessment.
After he left, only Yu Zhengzheng and Rong Shang were left in the snow.
Perhaps because she almost broke his arm just now, he stood far away on the other side of the bridge and no longer dared to approach her easily.
At some point, heavy snow began to fall from the sky again. Yu Zhengzheng glanced at him and sighed softly, "I want to understand life. You go back first."
She waited for him for seven years and looked for him for seven years.
When they finally repeated it, the way he looked at her was so strange.
Even though she knew he had lost his memory, she still felt bad.
Apart from the face, she couldn't find any similarities between him and her.
She once thought that she fell in love with his face, but now it seems that this is not the case.
Perhaps the atmosphere was too sad, which made Yu Zhengzheng a little sentimental. After she got over her sadness, she came to her senses and found that Rong Shang was gone.
Her eyes widened and she looked around for him, but this straight man made of steel and soil actually left her alone and ran to the temple to hide from the snow.
Yu Zhengzheng took small steps to catch up. In the soft snow on the bank of the bridge, two footprints, one big and one small, overlapped.
Soon, the heavy snow covered the footprints, and their original appearance could no longer be seen.
When she rushed into the temple, she was sweeping the snow off her body. He turned around and saw her. Seeing her frowning brows, he smiled softly, "Immortal Venerable, aren't you reflecting on life? Why are you back?"
It was obviously a normal question, but somehow, when it came out of his mouth, it carried a hint of indescribable teasing and sarcasm.
Yu Zhengzheng glared at him: "Why are you leaving?"
The smile on his face remained the same: "The Immortal Lord asked me to leave first, so I left."
Seeing that she was about to explode into a pufferfish, he finally stopped smiling, but his eyes were slightly confused: "If there is anything wrong with this disciple, please enlighten me, Immortal Venerable."
Yu Zhengzheng snorted coldly: "I said let you go, but I don't really want you to leave. Don't ask me why I didn't just tell you to stay, because I don't want you to stay because I asked you to. I want you to stay because you want to. Do you understand?"
On: "…"
Seeing his confused face, Yu Zhengzheng rolled her eyes and decided not to get angry with an idiot who had lost his memory.
She sighed: "How long have you been waiting for me here?"
Rong Shang: "Three days."
Yu Zhengzheng: "Why wait so long?"
He said slowly: "Pei Protector said that we can wait for the Immortal Lord here, so I wanted to try my luck, so I waited outside the temple for three days."
She was slightly stunned: "But it's snowing in Luancheng these days."
Rong Shang raised the corner of his lips: "Yes."
It snowed heavily in Luancheng for three days, and he waited for her outside the temple for three days. Because he was afraid of missing her, he never left.
Yu Zhengzheng's eyes were slightly red, and her pearly teeth gently bit her lips.
The anger that was held in my heart just now turned into smoke and dissipated completely.
Perhaps she was afraid of losing her composure in front of him and scaring him again, so she raised her chin slightly and forced back her tears.
As it got darker, the people of Luancheng were reuniting with their families in the city. The monks in the temple had their vegetarian meals and went to bed early. It was so quiet in the temple that one could even hear the heartbeats of the two people.
Yu Zhengzheng lowered her head and was about to say something, but she heard a "gurgle". She was stunned for a moment, then raised her head to look at Rong Shang.
His face turned slightly red, and he turned his head away unnaturally: "My disciple lost his composure, please don't blame me, Immortal Lord."
Hearing his words, Yu Zhengzheng couldn't help but recall that in the illusion, due to the restrictions of the formation, his stomach rumbled in front of her once.
What did he do then
He looked at her sinisterly, with endless murderous intent in his eyes, as if he would break her neck on the spot if she dared to say that she heard her stomach growling.
Yu Zhengzheng smiled and shook his head, then asked softly, "Are you hungry?"
Rong Shang hummed, his voice low and hoarse: "A little bit."
She nodded and took him over the wall into the backyard of Honglian Temple.
The market in Luancheng only lasts for half a day. Even if you rush back to the city now, there will be no vegetable vendors.
As she was thinking about it, she looked down and saw three big turtles in the wishing well.
Yu Zhengzheng showed a kind smile and slowly approached the wishing well. However, the three turtles all felt a chill and quickly retracted their heads.
One of the turtles was just a little slow in hiding, so she ruthlessly caught it in the small kitchen.
She hummed a little tune while stewing turtle soup. Watching the turtle shell slowly change color, she knocked on its shell twice with her knuckles: "If three people walk together, one of them will die. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for crawling too slowly."
The turtle did not speak, firstly because it was already ripe, and secondly because it could not speak human language.
If it could speak before it died, it would definitely tell Yu Zhengzheng: Although I am not a human, you are a real dog.
Yu Zhengzheng was holding the turtle soup with a red candle in her hand. The candle was brought from the Buddhist temple. It was said to be a candlelight dinner, so how could it be without candlelight
She served Rong Shang a bowl of turtle soup and handed it to him with a smile.
He looked at the turtle soup in the bowl with a feeling of flattery: "Thank you, Immortal Venerable."
Yu Zhengzheng didn't say anything, but just smiled with a loving smile like an old mother.
Before he died, he did not forget to say that her stewed soup tasted bad. Now, seven years have passed, and she has worked hard to practice the skill of stewing soup. She doesn't believe that she can't win his heart.
Under her caring gaze, he took a sip of the turtle soup.
His expression changed slightly, but feeling her burning gaze, he had no choice but to swallow the bitter turtle soup.
In this way, he finished the bowl of soup mouthful after mouthful.
Yu Zhengzheng waited and waited, but didn't even get a word of praise from him. Seeing that he was about to serve the soup again, she held his hand and finally couldn't help asking, "Don't you have anything to say?"
Rong Shang wanted to shake his head, but when he saw her expectant eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
But he didn't know what she wanted to hear.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yu Zhengzheng casually picked up a piece of turtle meat for him and hinted, "Eat a few more bites and think about it carefully. Do you have anything to say?"
Rong Shang followed her words and lowered his head to look at the turtle meat in the bowl.
This is... a turtle's head
He hesitated for a moment, picked up the turtle head she gave him, put it in his mouth and chewed it twice.
Yu Zhengzheng looked at him expectantly: "How is it?"
Rong Shang nodded slightly: "This glans head is really big."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
Rong Shang paused chewing, as if he realized the ambiguity in his words. He pointed at the turtle in his mouth and said, "I mean, there's no more room in my mouth."