Chapter 89

In the wing room.

The lights flickered and there was silence.

As soon as Bai Ling ran in, he said with surprise on his face: "Hey, Chanchan, why are you down? Weren't you still in bed just now?"

Luo Qingzhou followed to the door and looked inside.

The cold girl was wearing a light green dress, holding Yue Xiong in her arms, holding a sword in her arms, and was standing motionless in front of the window.

The windows were open and the cold wind was blowing.

The girl's long hair was slightly messy and her pretty face was cold. She seemed to be looking at the falling snow outside the window and thinking deeply.

Bai Ling hurriedly went over to close the window, took her little hand and said: "Idiot, your stomach hurts, why are you still blowing cold wind? Go back to bed and lie down. Hey, why did you put on your clothes so quickly? Weren't you not wearing clothes just now? Are you sleeping naked? I'm going to let my uncle in... Well, my uncle is here to see you."

Xia Chan stared at her.

Bai Ling quickly turned to look at the door and said, "Uncle, I didn't lie to you. Chanchan really likes to sleep naked. If you don't believe it, I'll come over and see. Chanchan hasn't even had time to put on her underwear. It's empty inside..."

"snort!"

Xia Chan snorted coldly, turned her head and looked at the door, her pretty face cold.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to go in, nor did he dare to look any further. He bowed his head at the door and said, "Miss Xia Chan, the eldest lady asked me to come and see you. If you feel uncomfortable, it's best to lie down on the bed... Well, Drink more hot water."

Bai Ling chuckled: "Uncle, can't you say something else?"

Luo Qingzhou paused and said, "Get more rest."

Bailing couldn't help but burst into laughter. After laughing for a while, he blinked at the girl beside him and said, "Chanchan, my uncle is not like this in front of me. He can talk now. He always tells jokes to make me happy."

Luo Qingzhou was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore and said, "Since Miss Xia Chan is fine, I will take my leave and you can have a good rest."

After saying that, he left and closed the door for them.

It’s better to go back and cultivate your soul as soon as possible.

Not long after he left, Xia Chan frowned in the room, clutching her stomach, and there was a trace of pain between her brows.

Bai Ling quickly helped her lie down on the bed and covered her with a quilt. He couldn't help but said, "Stupid girl, if you keep pretending like this, you will regret it."

Xia Chan lay on the quilt and said nothing, only showing a pretty pale face, her dark eyes staring blankly at the curtain above, still holding her sword tightly in her hand.

Bai Ling sat down on the edge of the bed, put his hand into her quilt, gently rubbed her belly and said, "How about I call my uncle back to rub your belly?"

Xia Chan still looked up blankly and said nothing.

Bai Ling couldn't help but sigh: "Are the little beggars always so stubborn? When the young lady and I met you, you were worse than Dongdong and Xixi. You couldn't even beg for food or dig for food in the garbage. Yes. Maybe it’s not that you wouldn’t, but you would rather starve to death than be humiliated, or maybe you wanted to die at that time... I remember you were only twelve years old at that time, right?"

"So I asked you to go and see how my uncle is doing in advance. When you see the pair of little beggars, you will feel the same and feel sad, right?"

"So when you see my uncle delivering steamed buns to them every day, chatting with them, and being so handsome, that's why..."

Xia Chan suddenly looked at her and said coldly: "You are so long-winded."

Bai Ling's eyes lit up and he laughed loudly: "Chanchan, you finally stopped saying a word?"

Then he frowned again and said doubtfully: "It's really strange tonight. The lady suddenly spoke, and you suddenly said three words for the first time. No, it seemed like five words... You, really, oh, oh... eh... , seems to be still three words..."

Xia Chan ignored her and continued to look up in a daze.

Bai Ling took out his hand from the quilt, clasped his fingers and counted seriously: "One, two, three, five..."

After a while, he suddenly sighed: "Chanchan, you still have a better sense... I regret it... Is it too late?"

Xia Chan turned sideways, facing away from her.

"Why……"

Bai Ling glanced at her, sighed again, stretched out his slender jade fingers, touched Mo Mo's own lips and said, "It's really annoying. My uncle always likes the little mouths of relatives, and he likes to hug other people's little moons. How should I stop him? It’s so troublesome..."

Luo Qingzhou returned to the house, warned Xiaodie, closed the door, and left his body.

After practicing the Thunderbolt Boxing in the room for an hour, Fang floated out of the window.

Although it is very dangerous outside, and I almost died after going out twice in a row, but if I want to make my soul stronger, I must continue to go out and accept the test and temper of the night.

Hiding in the house all the time, I can only stay in this night wandering state forever.

Last night I heard that powerful soul mention immortality.

To be honest, he had never thought about something so far away and illusory before, but now, he has a little hope.

Maybe it's just what the book says.

Once the soul has been cultivated to a certain level, it can become immortal and live forever.

At that time, nature was a completely different world.

Regardless of whether he is a mortal or a cultivator, whether he is a trafficker or a high-ranking king, who does not have a dream of immortality?

Luo Qingzhou floated into the air, his whole body covered in fluorescent light, and he cautiously floated towards Yuanyang Tower.

He suddenly thought that with this mask on his face, the soul could wear a fluorescent shield that could emit warmth to protect the soul.

What if you wear it physically?

He decided to try it during the day tomorrow to see if wearing this magical mask on his physical body would have other effects.

Have a safe journey.

When he was still a hundred meters away from Yuanyang Tower, he stopped, not daring to approach rashly anymore, and looked towards the top of the attic.

On the eaves last night, the figure with the moon-white light all over its body was still standing there, with its clothes fluttering, as if it had never left since last night.

The red bead inlaid on the top of the attic was silent and there was nothing unusual about it.

As Luo Qingzhou slowly approached, he cupped his hands and said, "Senior..."

A handkerchief suddenly floated out of the moonlight halo and landed on the red bead, completely covering it inside.

Luo Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, quickly floated over, stood behind the moon-white figure, and said respectfully: "Thank you, senior, you have been here for a long time."

The moon-white figure looked quietly into the distance without replying.

Luo Qingzhou stood for a while, not knowing whether to continue talking or tell the story directly, when the moon-white figure finally spoke: "There should be more stories about last night, right? Did you miss some?"

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise on his face: "Senior, how did you know there was something ahead?"

When he talked about "Journey to the West" last night, he did simplify it a lot, just to tell the main story. He didn't expect to tell it word for word. Unexpectedly, this first time listener actually knew that there was more ahead.

The moon-white figure was silent for a while, and said in an ethereal voice: "I thought about it many times last night, and I always felt that there was something missing in the front, which should be the background."

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but admire: "There is indeed a background that I haven't mentioned yet. I just feel that the front part is a bit cumbersome, so I simplified it."

The moon-white figure turned her face slightly, as if looking at him: "Complicated?"

After a pause, he said, "Tell it again, without missing a single word."

Luo Qingzhou was startled, feeling that her tone suddenly became a little serious, and he was confused, but without thinking much, he immediately said respectfully: "Yes."

"The poem says: Chaos is undivided, heaven and earth are chaotic, and no one can see the vastness. Since Pangu broke through the Hongmeng, it has opened up the distinction between the clear and the turbid. It has led all living beings to look up to the benevolence and found that all things are good. If you want to know the origin of creation, you must read Journey to the West. The Legend of Release..."

As soon as this poem was read out, the moon-white figure looking into the darkness in the distance suddenly moved, withdrew his gaze, and held his breath while concentrating.

"In the number of heaven and earth, there are 129,600 years as one yuan. Divide one yuan into twelve groups: Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai The twelve branches are also..."

As soon as Luo Qingzhou finished speaking these words, the moon-white figure suddenly said: "Stop, say it again, and start from the beginning."

Luo Qingzhou gave her a strange look, didn't dare to say anything more, and continued to talk from the beginning.

An hour later.

The moon-white figure had a solemn expression, and spoke in an ethereal voice again: "Watching chess and playing chess, felling wood, walking slowly at the valley entrance by the clouds, selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly with my love. The sky is high in autumn, I pillow my head on the pine roots against the moon, and I sleep at dawn... …Can you start over again? Thank you.”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her again, and had no choice but to be patient and start talking again, secretly wondering in his heart: Does she think this story is good, should she write it down? But with her current strength, she should be able to memorize it after just listening to it once, right? Could it be that there was something else contained in these words that she couldn't remember?

That book said that there are secret laws in the world, which can only be taught orally and cannot be transmitted in writing.

Some secret methods contain a certain mysterious power, which can only be passed down orally and practiced at the same time, but cannot be remembered...

Probably not.

It's just a fairy tale.

Another hour later.

It's approaching early morning.

Luo Qingzhou did not dare to stay any longer, so he could only apologize and said: "Senior, it's getting late, I should go back."

The moon-white figure seemed not to have heard his words. He frowned slightly and murmured in a low voice, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

Luo Qingzhou could only say another respectful word.

The moon-white figure came back to her senses, turned her head to look at him, was silent for a moment, and murmured: "Is it your wife again, waiting for you at home?"

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, "Yes."

The moon-white figure looked at him for a moment and nodded slightly: "Go ahead and come early tomorrow night."

"Yes, senior."

Luo Qingzhou's heart moved, he turned and floated away quickly.

Come early tomorrow night?

It seems that the senior is very interested in his story.

In this case, he might still have a chance to get some guidance.

A few words of guidance from a strong soul master would probably benefit him a lot.

The moon-white figure looked at his figure gradually disappearing into the night. After standing on the eaves for a long time, Fang's figure flashed and disappeared.

at the same time.

In a dilapidated mansion not far from Chengguo Mansion.

In a room in the backyard.

The candlelight is scarlet and the cigarette smoke is curling up.

An old woman wearing a round hat and floral dress was sitting cross-legged in front of a row of candles, closing her eyes and doing the exercises.

A middle-aged man stood in the shadows behind her, holding his breath.

Soon, the candlelight in the room suddenly flickered.

Immediately, two black shadows that were invisible to the naked eye suddenly floated up from the ground, passed through the window, floated out, and soon disappeared into the wind and snow outside.

"Steward Wang, don't worry, that boy is going to die tonight!"

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