After the people in the hall had left, Pei Yunshu had not yet returned to his own courtyard when he received a message from the little boy, saying that he had moved his residence to Santian Peak where his master lived.
Santian Peak is located on the edge of Danshui Sect. It is not as high as Wuzhi Peak, but it is extremely large and far away, and the spiritual energy there is exceptionally pure and abundant.
The little boy said that his residence was halfway up the mountain at Santian Peak, quite far away from his master, and he would not have to greet his master after moving there. Although Pei Yunshu felt unhappy, compared to his small courtyard, there was indeed no one to disturb him at Santian Peak and it was much quieter.
So he went back to the yard and packed his things. He didn't have much stuff, just clothes, books, and a few small things, that was all.
But while cleaning up, Pei Yunshu found a piece of warm jade that was completely blood red in color in the room.
This jade seemed to be soaked in blood, with red light flowing in it, without any impurities. It felt warm when touched. The next moment Pei Yunshu saw the jade, he subconsciously reached for his waist.
But I didn't touch anything.
He looked at his empty body, then looked at the red jade placed in the room, and frowned slightly.
When he packed up and went out, he saw the little boy digging spiritual plants. Pei Yunshu asked, "Why are you digging them?"
The little boy said, "Brother, you usually love to look at these spiritual plants. Now that we are moving away, I will move these spiritual plants with you. If you want to look at them, you don't have to come back to look at them."
Pei Yunshu looked at the spiritual plants all over the yard, walked to the stone table and sat down. He gently stroked the carvings on the table and slowly lowered his eyes.
Someone walked in from outside. Pei Yunshu looked up and saw that it was his three senior brothers.
The second senior brother walked over to sit beside him. As soon as he sat down, Pei Yunshu stood up. He looked indifferent, "Is there anything I can do for you, senior brothers?"
The second brother didn't say anything, just looked at him steadily.
His dark eyes were shallow, reflecting the warmth of the sun, and he was dressed in a clean and tidy white robe. He also had the scent of sandalwood from the Wuzhi Peak on his body. If he were to be put in a storybook or on the stage, I'm afraid he would be an elegant and noble young man that everyone would love.
"Junior brother," Yun Cheng said with a smile, "you were sick before, so I came to check your pulse."
Pei Yunshu dodged his outstretched hand, his eyes calm, and just said: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
He felt a deep dislike for the person in front of him.
This dislike came violently, but for no reason. In his memory, the second senior brother was a gentleman, and there was no contradiction between him and him. But Pei Yunshu followed his inner thoughts and was unwilling to hide the alienation on his face.
The little boy had already packed his things, so Pei Yunshu picked him up and flew with him on his sword, leaving his three brothers in his courtyard.
No lingering feelings, no intimacy either.
Yun Cheng looked at his hands. They were clean, his fingers were long and slender, and the joints were distinct. There was not a trace of blood, nor did it look like he had held a sword to kill the fox.
Have you forgotten everything, but still don’t want to get close to him
Yun Cheng lowered his eyes and suppressed the smile on his lips.
*
Santian Peak looks particularly strange. It got this name because there are three steep places. There are flat areas between the steep places that can be used as residences. Pei Yunshu's residence is the farthest from the top of the mountain.
As soon as he walked into the room, he saw the table piled with hairbands. When he walked in, he saw hairbands made of various colors. He picked up one at random and it was silky and delicate satin.
Pei Yunshu raised his eyes to look at the little boy waiting at the door.
The boy at the door didn't know either: "It wasn't there when I cleaned the room earlier."
Pei Yunshu waved his sleeves, and the strips of cloth on the table were sent to the little boy, "Then take them and throw them away."
The little boy was reluctant to part with it, "Brother, there are many precious headbands in there. Look at this one, it's hand-woven by a mermaid from the East China Sea. It can't even be lit by fire."
"Then I'll give it to you," Pei Yunshu said, "Go out."
The child wanted to speak, but the door was closed.
He held the clockwork in his arms and felt that his senior brother was really strange today, as if, as if his whole body had become cold.
The sun was setting in the sky and the light in the house was dim. Pei Yunshu sorted the things in the storage bag one by one. When he untied his hairband, he stared at the white cloth strip in a trance. Finally, he didn't know how, he walked behind the screen, unbuttoned his outer shirt, and took off his underwear. But when he looked down, his skin was white and clean, with nothing on it.
He stood there for a while, put on his clothes again, and walked out from behind the screen.
Pei Yunshu poured himself a cup of herbal tea and drank it. After finishing it, he sat at the table in a daze, as if there was a void in his heart and he had nothing to do.
The tea leaves in the cup floated up and down. Pei Yunshu lowered his eyes to watch the rise and fall of the tea leaves.
*
Pei Yunshu's face was reflected in the water mirror.
His hair was untied, and was draped on his shoulders, making his face look even whiter than jade. His long eyelashes drooped, and his gaze seemed to be looking at others through the water mirror.
Extremely focused, very focused.
Venerable Wuwang looked at the water mirror. His heart was filled with waves of emotion. The water mirror also shook and then disappeared.
Venerable Wuwang remained silent for a while, closed his eyes, and chanted the Heart Purification Mantra.
He chanted for a full hour, and when he felt his faith in the Tao had become stable, he focused his mind, waved his sleeves and summoned the water mirror.
The heart of Tao is already calm and there shouldn't be any more ups and downs.
But when the water mirror appeared, it reflected the scene of Pei Yunshu preparing to take off his clothes and take a bath.
The water mirror trembled violently, and this time there was no time to retract it. It turned into ordinary water and fell heavily to the ground.
Venerable Wuwang closed his eyes, his ears turned slightly red, but he arched his back in pain.
*
Pei Yunshu asked: "Who?"
Qing Yue Jian jumped up from the edge of the pool and eagerly pulled out half of the sword.
The sharp sword flashed with green light, but there was silence all around.
Pei Yunshu walked on the water to the edge of the pool, put on his clothes, drew out the Qingyue sword and walked out of the room.
It was already dark outside, with insects chirping and birds singing. Suddenly, there was some movement near the tree. Pei Yunshu walked closer and saw that it was a small snake as thick as a finger that had fallen from a branch.
Pei Yunshu's breathing stagnated, and he instinctively took dozens of steps back until his back hit the door, only then did he realize that it was just a snake.
But he should not be afraid of snakes.
And now…
He raised his hand and looked at the palm of his hand silently. He felt a sharp pain just now. It must be because his nails pierced his palm due to excessive nervousness.
But now, when he looked at the palm of his hand in the candlelight in the room, he saw a wisp of milky white spiritual power entwining the wound, and the next moment, the tiny wound disappeared.
Pei Yunshu stared at the palm of his hand for a long time, then he clenched his hands and his face darkened.
With a flick of the fingertips, the candlelight in the house went out instantly, leaving only moonlight in the yard, creating a pale light.
Pei Yunshu took out a dagger from his storage bag and threw it out. The next moment, there was a sound of sharp energy piercing into flesh and blood. The little snake was nailed to the ground, and after shaking a few times, it died completely.
After a while, Pei Yunshu walked forward and touched the little snake with trembling hands.
He held the snake in his hand and forced himself to pick it up. The slender snake body trembled a few times as Pei Yunshu moved, as if it was still alive.
Slippery and cold, the snake's head seemed like it could bend over at any moment and bite the wrist fiercely.
Pei Yunshu looked at the little snake quietly. When his hands stopped shaking, he threw the snake aside and returned to the room.
*
Early the next morning, the child found the dead snake in the yard.
He threw the snake away and waited in front of Pei Yunshu's door. He didn't hear any movement from inside for a long time. After shouting for a while, he realized that his senior brother had already gone out.
Pei Yunshu flew slowly on his sword, looking for snakes in the jungle on Santian Peak, big or small. He did not kill them, but just froze them and then touched them.
From the time the sky darkened to the time the sun rose, his lips became paler and paler, but his mind became clearer and clearer.
When he got out of the jungle, he suddenly realized that he had gone all the way up to the residence of his master.
Just as he was about to leave, the Qing Yue Sword seemed to have seen something and carried him further upwards, even rushing forward eagerly, and flew into a room.
This room seems to be in the clouds. Outside the window are the clouds from the highest peaks. These clouds seem to float into the room through the window. There are also several elegant paintings hanging on the wall. It is really like the residence of immortals.
Pei Yunshu didn't see these things. He only saw a small black and gold tower on the table in front of him.
Although the tower is small, it is already tall when placed on the table. Something seemed to jump in his Dantian, Pei Yunshu was at a loss, he scanned his inner body, and unexpectedly, a white inner pill wrapped in golden light ran out of his golden pill, jumping up and down.
Pei Yunshu should have carefully examined what this white inner elixir was at this time, but he could not spare any extra attention at this moment. His eyes were only fixed on the black and gold pagoda. He stretched out his fingertips and touched the pagoda.
After he touched it, the tower moved violently.
Pei Yunshu blinked, and he approached the closed door of the tower and whispered, "Is there anyone inside?"
After saying this, Pei Yunshu clenched his fists.
The spot in my chest that had been empty before now felt different.
But before he could hear any movement in the tower, the tower suddenly disappeared.
Pei Yunshu turned around slowly and saw his master standing at the door, dressed in white, looking at him with an indifferent expression.
"Master," he said, "what is that tower?"
The master lowered his eyes, avoiding Pei Yunshu's sight, and said in a cold voice, "You shouldn't be here."
Pei Yunshu only wanted to know where the tower had gone, so he walked towards his master, but every time he took a step closer, Venerable Wuwang took a step back.
The two retreated from the room to the outside. This was the top of the peak, surrounded by misty clouds. Further outside was a steep cliff.
Venerable Wuwang kept retreating like this, retreating to the courtyard, and then to the edge of a thousand-foot cliff.
Pei Yunshu finally stopped and looked at his master with an inquiring gaze. His voice seemed to be blown away by the wind. "Master, are you afraid of me?"
The master's expression was calm, and his tone was as cold as ice, "You are talking nonsense."
"Then why doesn't Master look at me?" Pei Yunshu asked.
There was a flash of struggle in Venerable Wuwang's eyes, and he finally raised his eyes and looked at Pei Yunshu.
The sunlight outside was shining brightly, shining on Pei Yunshu's body, dyeing his hair golden, his eyebrows were clear, his eyes were bright, his lips were red, and his teeth were white. His clear eyes were fixed on Venerable Wuwang without moving.
A severe pain began to roll in his sea of consciousness, and his cultivation in the Spirit Severing Stage became a torture instead.
The master closed his eyes in pain and kept chanting the Heart Purification Mantra.
The ruthless road, if touched by love, will become a bottomless abyss.
Pei Yunshu was like a poison to him. Once touched, one would be doomed and his Tao heart would be destroyed. Just one look at him would make his heart feel like being eaten by thousands of ants.
Don't touch it, don't stick to it.
But how can I bear it