Ruan Qiuping felt that something was different about himself these past two days, but he couldn't tell exactly what was different.
But in short, he felt more and more energetic, his qi and blood were getting better and better, the flowers he saw were redder than the last, the grasses he saw were greener than the last. When he didn't go out, the sky was gloomy, as if it was going to rain. But as soon as he stepped out of the door, he felt the clouds dispersed, the sky was clear, and he could even hear the chirping of an oriole in his ears.
Spring must be coming soon.
Ruan Qiuping raised his head, jumped lightly, stretched out his arms, and his fingertips brushed over the new shoots of the old tree.
Oh, and here’s the most important thing.
Yu Huan's body also recovered completely.
"Qiuping, where are you going? Why have you been running outside every day these days?" Ruan Shengfeng shouted from behind.
Ruan Qiuping turned his head away with a guilty conscience and said, "Go practice!"
Then he ran away.
Ruan Qiuping teleported to Jishen Mansion, but just as he was about to push the door open, he heard Medicine Fairy talking inside: "… At first glance, you recovered quite quickly, as if nothing had happened."
Yu Huan said: "I am a god after all, it is not easy for me to die."
"Can… "
"Uncle," Yu Huan paused, a hint of laughter in his voice, "Thank you for your concern for my injury and for coming all the way here, but I have guests here, so I'm afraid I can't continue to entertain you."
"guest?"
Ruan Qiuping saw that he had been exposed, so he pushed the door open, walked in, and said, "Good morning."
After Medicine Immortal left, Ruan Qiuping came over and asked, "So Medicine Immortal is your uncle."
Yu Huan nodded: "Of course."
Ruan Qiuping curled his lips and said, "You have so many relatives."
Yes, I remember when we were finalizing the wedding guest list, most of them were guests from Yu Huan's side.
Unlike his Ruan family, who couldn’t get enough people together for a table no matter how hard they tried.
After a while, he touched the table in front of him again and said in a low voice: "... But, Yu Huan... What is our relationship now?"
When Yu Huan talked about him, he always referred to him as "guest".
Ruan Qiuping doesn't like this title.
Yu Huan paused while making tea for Ruan Qiuping, then said softly, "Friends, lovers, any relationship is fine, as long as Ruan Ruan stays by my side forever."
Ruan Qiuping felt as if his heart was hit by something very soft, so that his voice softened involuntarily: "I will be by your side during this period... But, after a while, about one or two months, I will go on a long trip, and I am afraid I will not be able to accompany you then."
"Ruan Ruan is going to go on a long trip?"
"Um."
"Can't you take me with you?"
"… cannot."
Yu Huan didn't speak for a long time.
Ruan Qiuping thought Yu Huan would be sad or upset again, but he saw Yu Huan gently lower his eyes and asked, "Then before Ruan Ruan goes on a long journey, can you all come and accompany me?"
Ruan Qiuping blinked: "...Okay."
Yu Huan pushed the tea to Ruan Qiuping, and when he looked up at him, there were slight ripples in his eyes: "It seems that I am the most important to Ruan Ruan."
Ruan Qiuping held the warm teacup in both hands, feeling the temperature of the hot tea seeping into his heart bit by bit. He repeated in a low voice:
"Well... you are the most important."
"That's enough."
Yu Huan looked at him gently and spoke in a hoarse voice.
There were two knocks on the door, and the voice of the immortal servant came from outside: "Lord God, the people of the tree god have sent the holy water of spiritual power."
"Bring it in." Yu Huan said.
Looking at the jade bottle on the table, Ruan Qiuping asked curiously, "What is this water for?"
"The new things made by the tree god can make plants thrive."
Ruan Qiuping's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Yu Huan smiled and said, "Really? After drinking one bottle, the apple tree will not be afraid of wind or rain for ten years."
Ruan Qiuping turned to look at him: "How do you know I want to water the apple tree?"
"Because I asked the apple tree for this water, and I saw that you cared a lot about the apple tree."
"Of course I care about it, you asked me to plant it," said Ruan Qiuping.
But he seemed unable to eat the fruit.
Thinking of this, he felt sad. He looked up at Yu Huan and said, "Is there any magic that can make the apple tree grow big all of a sudden? It would be best if it could produce fruit in two days."
"No." Yu Huan flicked Ruan Qiuping's forehead. "Ruan Ruan, don't be anxious. Just wait for it to grow up slowly."
… I asked because I couldn’t wait.
Ruan Qiuping picked up the bottle of water and said, "Let's go. I'll go water the apple tree with holy water."
This holy water was indeed extraordinary. After pouring a bottle of it, the leaves of the apple tree turned greener.
It even attracted the bluebird, which landed on its branches and chirped at Yu Huan.
It and Ruan Qiuping had become quite familiar with each other. When Ruan Qiuping reached out his hand to touch its head, it raised its head obediently and allowed Ruan Qiuping to stroke it.
"When did you start raising this green bird?" Ruan Qiuping asked.
"It's not really my pet." Yu Huan said, "It was injured and fell beside the cave one day. I treated it and gave it some millet to eat, and it refused to leave."
"I used to have a pet," said Ruan Qiuping.
Yu Huan turned his head and looked at Ruan Qiuping: "I have also seen the grave of a hedgehog in the Ruan family cemetery."
Ruan Qiuping lowered his head: "That's just my hedgehog, it's not my hedgehog."
Yu Huan was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
Ruan Qiuping said frustratedly: "More than ten years ago, when I was practicing in the back mountain, I met a hedgehog. Later, it ran away. I searched for it for a long time before I found it. But when I found it, I found that it was not my hedgehog. I wanted to let it go, but it bit me and made my hand bleed. Then my blood killed the hedgehog."
Yu Huan blinked and was about to say something, but Ruan Qiuping changed the subject again: "By the way, I haven't seen this Qinggeng bird in the mansion these few days. Where is it living now?"
Yu Huan said: "It is better to live in the cave. Jishenfu is not in the mountains. It doesn't like it."
"I like caves more, too." Ruan Qiuping touched the green bird's head.
"The cave has been cleaned up." Yu Huan asked softly, "Does Ruan Ruan want to go take a look?"
Ruan Qiuping was stunned: "When did you finish packing?"
"It was redecorated yesterday. Ruan Ruan will definitely like it." Yu Huan smiled and took Ruan Qiuping's hand, "Let's go take a look."
Ruan Qiuping couldn't help but exclaim when he entered the cave.
The cave had indeed changed a bit, but not too much.
The entire cave was only doubled in size and replaced with a large, soft bed.
Ruan Qiuping pounced on the bed and rolled around. He found that the bedside was full of his favorite snacks and fruits, and even two storybooks. Ruan Qiuping knew at a glance that these picture books were his two celestial picture books.
Ruan Qiuping excitedly raised the script and asked, "Where did you get it?"
"It's out of stock on the market, I got it from the author."
"Author?!" Ruan Qiuping's eyes lit up, "Did you see the person? Which deity is it? Do I know him?"
"You know him."
"Then—" Ruan Qiuping took a deep breath and rolled over on the bed excitedly, his eyes lit up, "Who is it?"
"yes… "
"No, no, you'd better not tell me." Ruan Qiuping hugged the script tightly, "Let Madam remain mysterious in my heart forever!"
Yu Huan smiled and said, "Okay."
Ruan Qiuping held the two books and read them twice, and found that there were peripherals inside. Ruan Qiuping read them over and over again for a long time and still liked them very much. Finally, he carefully put the book on the bookshelf.
Only then did he realize that in addition to the two storybooks he had just put on the bookshelf, there were many more storybooks that Yu Huan would not normally read. Yu Huan had specially put them there for him.
Ruan Qiuping flipped through the books one by one and arranged them according to his interest. Most of the time had passed and night was slowly falling.
When Ruan Qiuping finished reading the last page of the book in his hand and was about to put it down, he suddenly found that a book titled "God of Luck" was accidentally knocked off.
…The God of Luck
Could it be that it is about the god of bad luck and the god of good luck
Ruan Qiuping picked up the book and opened it curiously.
The book is very thin, but the pages and cover are very thick. The pure white pages have turned yellow, and it looks like it contains thousands of years of history.
Ruan Qiuping didn't like reading ancient books. Every time he turned over just two pages, he couldn't help falling asleep.
But this ancient book was extraordinary. As Ruan Qiuping read it, he could hear his heart beating like thunder.
As mentioned above, the gods of luck are divided into good luck gods and bad luck gods.
The matchmaker can only intervene in the marriages of mortals, the god of destiny can only control the fate of mortals, but the god of luck can affect the luck of immortals.
This is because, unlike other gods, he is more like an ancient true god, formed by condensed Qi, first forming bones, then Dan, and finally skin and flesh. The Qi on the bones is weak and long-lasting, only the roots, the Qi on the Dan is strong and fierce, only the torso, and the Qi on the skin and flesh is like a sponge passing through water, which will dissipate when it dries.
Therefore, the God of Luck is also different after his death. He is the God of Unlucky who died after the last deification.
His inner elixir was devoured by the demon beast, but the luck in his body did not dissipate. The luck on his flesh took several days to dissipate, but the luck in his immortal bone, although weak, lasted for a long time. It is now buried at the foot of Mount Buzhou. No one dares to approach the place where it is buried except the auspicious gods.
Ruan Qiuping stared at the big words "Inner elixir was devoured by demon beast" for a long while, his heart beat heavily a few times, then he continued to flip through the book in a panic and stopped at a chapter called "The Fallen Unlucky God".
He licked his dry lips, moved his throat, pointed at the words above, and read them carefully without missing a word.
"It is said that after the God of Mold experienced tribulations in the mortal world, he was struck by eleven golden lights. He was supposed to be on the path to becoming a god, but his luck was bad. When he was conferred the title of god, it was New Year's Eve. A mad monster attacked him and ate his inner elixir. As a result, the God of Mold died at the foot of Mount Buzhou."
Ruan Qiuping read this passage over and over again seven or eight times, and he could hardly stand steadily.
… No, that’s not right.
"What's wrong?" Yu Huan came over hurriedly, "Why do you look like that?"
"Yu Huan." Ruan Qiuping grabbed Yu Huan's hand, "This book, this book seems to be written nonsense."
"Why did you write nonsense?"
"It's nonsense. Everything written on it is wrong!"
"Ruan Ruan, look." Yu Huan turned the book over and asked Ruan Qiuping to look at the seal on the back of the book. "This is a historical record printed by the Heavenly Court. How could it be fake?"
Ruan Qiuping looked at the seal above and became a little flustered: "But, what he said above is nonsense, it's different from what I saw before."
"What's the difference?"
"They are all different!" Ruan Qiuping pointed at the words in the book and said, "It says here that the previous God of Miserables was deified after experiencing tribulations in the mortal world, and then died after his inner elixir was eaten by a demon beast. But what I know is that the God of Miserables actually experienced tribulations in heaven with the lives of his relatives, and then committed suicide."
Ruan Qiuping's voice suddenly stopped, and he realized that he had revealed his secret in a fit of rage. His eyes suddenly widened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
Sure enough, Yu Huan seemed startled and was staring at him blankly.
"Yu Huan..." Ruan Qiuping's lips trembled.
But Yu Huan suddenly reached out his hand, hugged him tightly, and asked softly: "... So, Ruan Ruan said that she would travel far away in a while?"
Ruan Qiuping trembled.
Yu Huan tightened his arms and hugged him tighter, as if to warm every inch of his cold skin. Yu Huan's voice seemed particularly gentle and restrained, but still with an unconcealed hoarseness: "Is it because... Is it because Ruan Ruan felt that she was going to be deified and didn't want to harm her family, so she wanted to commit suicide in advance?"
Ruan Qiuping felt his teeth chattering, and warm tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes.
The emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for hundreds of years burst like a dam as the secret was leaked. He could no longer control himself. His words were all fragmented: "… It was me. I saw it in the book in the forbidden room. It can't be… it can't be fake."
"... Ruan Ruan, the reason why the forbidden house is a forbidden house is because it contains things that should not be seen by others. False words are just groundless discussions, and false rumors are just fake traces. How can Ruan Ruan take them seriously... Besides," Yu Huan paused, patted Ruan Qiuping on the back, and slowly said, "I didn't tell you about this because I wanted to give Ruan Ruan a surprise. The God of Destiny told me a few days ago that your name has appeared in the list of the next batch of people who will come to the world to experience disasters. The hidden dribble you saw me make that day was actually made for you. Since you have been destined to come to the world to experience disasters and become a god, how could you risk the lives of your family members to suffer disasters as described in the book?"
"... Really... Really?" Ruan Qiuping's voice was so hoarse that it was impossible to distinguish the original sound.
"Of course it's true. Ruan Ruan, come with me to find Siming to confirm it. Now that we know, can I go now?"
Ruan Qiuping's whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Yu Huan paused, gently stroked Ruan Qiuping's hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, everything is okay now. It's all fake... It was written wrong in the book."
Ruan Qiuping hugged Yu Huan tightly and buried her head in his shoulder. Her body shook more and more violently, and her crying became more and more uncontrollable. In the end, she almost broke down and cried loudly.
He cried so hard, as if he wanted to vent out completely and painfully all the grievances, all the pain, all the pretended indifference and optimism, all the tears he shed with gritted teeth in the dead of night over the past hundred years.