Chapter 69 Young Mu Ai put the paper to his lips and secretly printed a...

When we returned to the Hehuan Sect's bedroom, it was already midnight.

Xie Yunqing first asked Shen Wenji to sit down, and then took out a white jade casserole from the food box that had been warmed with spiritual power.

When the lid of the pot is opened, the rich aroma of medicine mixed with the fragrance of ingredients fills the air.

He curled the corners of his lips, took out the bowl and chopsticks, filled a bowl, and handed it to Shen Wenji.

He looked at her expectantly, but also with a hint of obvious nervousness. "Try it quickly. I asked Elder Zhang for a recipe for a medicinal dish. It's good for your recovery."

Shen Wenji took the warm jade bowl, looked at the tiredness in his eyes, and thought that he must have spent a lot of energy in the Demon Realm today.

Her heart softened, and she scolded him, "You haven't recovered from your injuries from the battle between immortals and demons, and your spiritual power hasn't fully recovered. Instead of resting properly, you have the leisure to worry about all this. I don't need you to always put me first. You should also take care of yourself more."

Although the words were complaints, the tone was full of concern that could not be concealed.

After hearing this, Xie Yunqing didn't feel like he was being scolded. Instead, he felt like he had drunk honey, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

He moved closer, his voice low and smiling, "Madam, are you worried about me?"

Without waiting for Shen Wenji to refute, he took a small bowl and filled some for himself.

"Okay, okay, Madam, I'm right. I know I was wrong. Let's drink together, then? We can share the happiness..."

He was about to take a bite when his eyes fell on the suspicious-looking paste-like food in his bowl. He couldn't see the specific food, so he couldn't help but pause.

What... is this? Is this the medicinal food he prepared?

He hurried to look inside the pot.

Perhaps because it was simmered for too long, the lotus seed and lily soup in the pot seemed dark and sticky, the lotus seeds were boiled into a paste, the lilies had lost their shape, the soup was turbid, and it didn't look very good.

Xie Yunqing was silent for a moment, touched his nose awkwardly, and silently took back the small bowl in front of Shen Wenji.

He hesitated, "Uh, why don't you just not eat it? This medicinal food doesn't look... very delicious."

Shen Wenji looked at his rare embarrassed look and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She covered the back of his hand, snatched the small bowl from his hand, picked up the jade spoon beside it, scooped up a spoonful, and put it into her mouth without hesitation.

Xie Yunqing: “!!!”

"How can you say it's not delicious when you haven't even tried it?" After Shen Wenji finished speaking, he tasted it carefully, even nodded, and commented seriously: "Hmm... the heat is a bit high, but the essence of the medicinal herbs has been boiled out. The aftertaste is sweet and mellow. It's quite good."

Xie Yunqing looked at her enjoying expression and was skeptical.

“Is it really delicious?”

Shen Wenji said firmly: "Of course, why would I lie to you?"

Xie Yunqing picked up the bowl and took a sip.

The next moment, his expression became very interesting.

The taste was bitter with an indescribable burnt smell, which was completely different from the delicious medicinal food he had imagined.

Wen Ji, can she even eat this? She must be trying to coax him again.

"Don't eat it." He made a quick decision and reached out to grab Shen Wenji's bowl, "This is not a medicinal food, it's clearly poison, spit it out quickly."

Shen Wenji, however, held the bowl and nimbly dodged his hand, his eyes full of smiles: "Hey, don't. After all, it's your intention. I've already done it, don't waste it."

She scooped another spoonful and ate it slowly, as if she were eating some delicious food. "Maybe everyone has different appetites, but I really think it's not bad."

Xie Yunqing looked at her, who was obviously frowning slightly because of the bitter taste, but was pretending to enjoy it. He felt both distressed and amused, and his heart softened.

He sighed, took her hand holding the spoon, and said apologetically, "You don't have to coax me. It's my fault for not being a good cook. I used to be alone, and I only cooked to fill my stomach, never caring about the taste. From now on, I will study cooking hard and make sure you can always have really delicious meals."

Shen Wenji met his gentle and bright eyes, and heard his serious promise in his ears, and his heart skipped a beat.

She lowered her eyelashes, suppressed the throbbing in her heart, and said stubbornly: "It's not like a cultivator has to eat these grains."

"Really?" Xie Yunqing raised his eyebrows, a cunning light flashing in his eyes.

He moved his spiritual power at his fingertips slightly, and a red lucky bag that looked a bit old and had fine stitching appeared out of thin air in his palm.

"What is this?" Shen Wenji was slightly startled when he looked at the familiar lucky bag.

Xie Yunqing didn't answer. He slowly took out a folded piece of paper from the lucky bag and unfolded it carefully.

The paper has turned slightly yellow, but the handwriting on it is clearly visible. It was written by Shen Wenji when he was young, and the handwriting is tender and immature.

【I hope to have delicious food every day. 】

Xie Yunqing looked at the note and deliberately read it out in a rhythmic tone.

He read with great interest, and Shen Wenji suddenly had a bad feeling.

After reading it, Xie Yunqing raised his eyes, smiled and looked at Shen Wenji who was frozen in place, and asked in a long tone: "Huh? Don't you like delicious food? Why do I remember... this seems to be a wish written by a little greedy cat back then?"

Shen Wenji opened his eyes wide in shock, snatched the note, and read it carefully again and again.

Memories flooded back like a tide, and she vaguely remembered that this seemed to have been written by her.

"How do you have the wish I wrote?" Her cheeks flushed instantly, even her ears were stained red, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Xie Yunqing looked at her embarrassed expression and found it adorable. He chuckled softly and asked gently, "Did you forget? We made a wish together that day."

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Ten years ago, in early summer, on the Pantheon Mountain.

The mountain path is winding, covered with green shade, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows.

Shen Wenji, who had just successfully established his foundation, felt light and healthy, and his perception of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth became much clearer.

She was wearing a lotus pink dress, her hair was neatly combed, and she was skipping in front, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Yunqing, hurry up!" She turned back and urged, her voice clear as a bird in the woods.

A few steps behind him, the older Xie Yunqing had become much more stable.

He was dressed in a white suit, with an upright posture and a steady pace, but his eyes were always fixed on the lively figure in front of him, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"Watch your step, Wen Ji." He reminded gently, "You've just established your foundation, and you still need to get used to the circulation of your spiritual energy. Don't fall."

The Wanshen Mountain they came to today has a temple dedicated to many gods, hence the name, and it is always crowded with people.

In the past, the elders in the family came here to pray for the two of them to successfully build their foundation. Now that their wish has come true, the elders told them to come here to fulfill their wish and thank the gods for their protection.

The two walked up the stone steps and soon saw the eaves of the temple hidden among the ancient trees.

The incense smoke curls up, the bell sounds distant, solemn and dignified.

As the crowd walked into the hall, Shen Wenji imitated the adults, kneeling respectfully on the futon, clasping his hands together, his little face extremely serious, and constantly saying his wishes.

Xie Yunqing knelt on the mat beside her with a standard posture, but his eyes always unconsciously glanced at the girl beside him.

Her thick eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyes, and her lips were slightly pursed when she spoke...

She was so cute, Xie Yunqing's mind was full of her, and apart from that, he had forgotten all about fulfilling his vows.

Afterwards, the young monk led them to the side hall and told them that they could write down their wishes and hang them on the ancient tree behind the hall, and their wishes would come true.

Pens, ink, red writing paper and lucky bags were prepared in the side hall.

Shen Wenji picked up the pen and wrote without thinking. She carefully dried the ink and placed it on the table expectantly.

Xie Yunqing also picked up his pen to write down his wish. His handwriting already showed some style, being upright and clear.

After finishing writing, he glanced at the note that Shen Wenji had placed on the table seemingly unintentionally.

I saw the delicate yet slightly childish handwriting that read:

【I hope to have delicious food every day. 】

Xie Yunqing: "..."

He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. He still had the mind of a child, so cute.

He shook his head slightly and carefully folded his wish paper. It read:

【The Great Way is achieved, protecting those who wish to be protected.】

The two followed the crowd to the back of the hall, and sure enough, there was a lush ancient banyan tree, its branches already full of layers of red blessing bags.

When the wind blows, the red color flutters, raising a unique aroma of incense, which is quite spectacular.

Shen Wenji found the highest branch, stood on tiptoe, used his spiritual energy, and laboriously tied his lucky bag to it, and tied a beautiful knot.

Xie Yunqing randomly chose a place and tied up his lucky bag.

After doing all this, the two walked out.

Not long after leaving the side hall, Shen Wenji suddenly tugged at Xie Yunqing's sleeve, pointed at a fortune-telling stall that had just been set up not far away, and asked in a puzzled voice, "Yunqing, look at what's written on the banner next to that stall?"

She said incredulously, "Marriage Temple... past and present lives? Aren't the prayers hanging where we made our wishes just now for academic success and good health?"

Xie Yunqing looked in the direction she pointed, and saw eight large characters written on the banner: "Yue Lao's Oracle, Marriage is Predestined."

He recalled the layout and atmosphere of the side hall. Although it was solemn, it didn't seem to house the usual statues of gods and Buddhas. Instead, there were some statues of gods in red robes and with white hair...

Xie Yunqing's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had an absurd guess.

He stopped a passing young monk and politely asked, "Little Master, may I ask which deity is enshrined in the side hall where we hung the blessing bag for making wishes?"

The young monk clasped his hands together and replied with a smile, "My two benefactors, that is the Yue Lao Temple. Praying for marriage there is most effective. The Yue Lao must have heard your wishes."

Moon... Yue Lao Temple???

Shen Wenji was stunned for a moment, his cheeks flushing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She, she actually made a wish to Yue Lao, saying that she wanted to have delicious food every day? This... this is so embarrassing...

"Ah!" She let out a short cry of surprise and subconsciously wanted to run back. "I'll go get it."

Xie Yunqing was also startled. Thinking of the temple he and Shen Wenji had visited and the wishes they had made, his ears turned slightly red.

It is said that if a destined man and woman worship at the Yue Lao Temple together, Yue Lao will tie them together tightly with a red thread, and they will grow old together and love each other for the rest of their lives.

Are he and Shen Wenji also destined to be together? Will the matchmaker hear his hidden wish?

Seeing Shen Wenji's embarrassed and anxious look, Xie Yunqing forced himself to remain calm and held her back: "There are too many people here, it's inconvenient to squeeze back. Besides, if you make a wish sincerely, the Moon God probably won't mind our wish."

Having said that, he thought of the sentence he wrote, "Protect those you want to protect." In this situation, it seemed to have added some indescribable meaning.

“But, but that’s too…” Shen Wenji stamped her feet anxiously, feeling that the eyes of the pilgrims around her seemed to be laughing at her.

Xie Yunqing looked at her cute and embarrassed appearance, and the embarrassment in his heart suddenly disappeared, replaced by a soft feeling.

He chuckled and soothed her, "Wait here for me, don't run around, I'll get it back for you."

After saying that, he turned around and quickly squeezed back into Yue Lao Palace.

Relying on his agility, he quickly found the wishing bags that the two had just hung up.

He quickly put his own piece of paper into his sleeve, and looked at the piece of paper in his hand where Shen Wenji had written his wish. The red paper swayed gently in the wind, disturbing his heart.

Not knowing what was going on, he hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out, carefully folded the paper, and held it in his palm.

When he returned to Shen Wenji, the girl immediately asked anxiously, "Did you take it off?"

Xie Yunqing opened his palm, revealing the red note: "Well, I got it."

Shen Wenji immediately picked it up, crumpled it into a ball and wanted to throw it away, but was stopped by Xie Yunqing.

"Once you've written it, it's a token of your heart. It's not good to just throw it away."

He took the crumpled piece of paper from her hand, smoothed it out carefully, folded it, and put it in his pocket. He said in a natural tone, "I'll keep it for you first."

At this moment, Shen Wenji only hoped that it would disappear quickly, and he didn't care who kept it. He nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, you keep it quickly, and don't tell anyone else, it will be so embarrassing."

Xie Yunqing smiled and said, "Okay, heaven and earth know, you and I know."

In a corner where Shen Wenji couldn't see, he picked up the wishing paper, gently placed it on his lips, and secretly left a kiss.

Perhaps, accidentally entering the Yue Lao Palace was God's will.

The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two men very long. The young men walked down the mountain side by side. One of them was still chattering and asking the other to swear to keep a secret; the other one had a gentle look and a smile on his lips. He listened quietly and occasionally nodded in response.

The wind blowing through the treetops brought the faint sound of bells from a distant temple, and also quietly hid a love affair that began in youthful ignorance but was destined to last.

-

After recalling.

"So, you secretly hid my wish from then on?" Shen Wenji looked up at him, and a thought popped up uncontrollably, "From that early on, you..."

Do you like me?

Xie Yunqing did not answer directly, but leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her slightly parted lips.

Instantly separate.

He pressed his forehead against hers, their noses rubbing against each other intimately, their breaths blending together, his voice low and tender.

"It's only natural for young people to fall in love with someone without knowing why."

"What's more..." He chuckled, his tone firm, "I actually feel that God is helping me. Otherwise, there are thousands of temples in the world, why did we choose to walk into Yue Lao Temple?" Xie Yunqing's face was close at hand, and the blushing Shen Wenji was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Their breaths intertwined, and Shen Wenji's heart seemed to have thousands of fireworks blooming at the same time, brilliant and colorful.

She slowly closed her eyes, put her arms around his neck, and buried her hot cheeks in the crook of his neck that smelled of cassia flowers.

He muttered vaguely, "Slippery tongue."

It seems like she is complaining, but also like she is acting coquettishly.

Xie Yunqing hugged her contentedly, rubbing his chin lightly against the top of her head.

The candlelight in the hall was warm, and the aroma of the medicinal food gradually dissipated, leaving only the two people leaning on each other.

The red thread that was quietly tied in the temple that year still tightly binds the two people together, never loosening at all despite the passage of time.

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