Chapter 15: A Resentful Heart

◎Brush into the small black room◎

Although his voice was very nice, Kong Shuang almost bit his tongue. He had no intention of appreciating it and could only force out a dry laugh.

The two fell into silence, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became serious, with a strange awkwardness added to the seriousness.

Kong Shuang steeled his scalp and asked, "When did you discover my identity?"

Tongtian raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, his handsome features revealing a hint of amusement: "I knew it from the very beginning."

He didn't say when it started. Kong Shuang just thought that it was when he saved himself that he felt full of regret. Then, didn't he have been watching him trying to please him from the very beginning, and he had been watching for so many years?

Kong Shuang silently covered his face with his hands and asked through his fingers: "If that's the case, why did you save me, Brother Tongtian? Haven't you always disliked me?"

Tongtian opened his eyes, his dark pupils filled with confusion. He then realized that Kong Shuang had misunderstood him. He couldn't help but ask, "Why do you say that, fellow Daoist?"

Kong Shuang put down his hand and drank a cup of fine tea in one gulp, like a cow chewing a peony. After drinking tea with the same vigor as drinking wine, he accused: "You still say it's not true. I wanted to invite you to my immortal volcano to discuss Taoism, but you refused to go. I wanted to go to Zixiao Palace with you, but you abandoned me and ran away."

After hearing this, even Kong Shuang felt that she was being unreasonable, but she had to take the initiative so that Tongtian would not remember that she was lurking around him and trying to steal his brother's mount.

Tongtian's smile froze and he fell silent. When they first met, they were not familiar with each other, so why should they go to listen to the sermon together?

However, when she invited me to the Undying Volcano, I was indeed a little cold, but it was not entirely because I had worked hard to endure the teacher's contempt and get her a cushion, but she still accepted me.

Of course, he didn't have the kindness to get a cushion for Kong Shuang. He just wanted to watch the show, yes, watch the show!

As early as when Kong Shuang was arguing with Zhunti and insisted that Zhunti give up the cushion, he felt a little strange. Her actions seemed to indicate that she had already known that the six cushions held a great opportunity.

There was a reason why his brothers knew about it. After all, their teacher would definitely tell them, but how did Kong Shuang know it?

It would be fine if she happily took the cushion and sat down, because it would mean that her guess was correct and she really knew that the cushion represented a great opportunity.

But Kong Shuang gave the cushion to Jie Yin as if she didn't know the value of it. Although she blackmailed Jie Yin for money, who can guarantee that the money has not been received? Her behavior was too confusing and completely deviated from the route she had set for herself.

Who wouldn’t be depressed?

That's why he refused when she enthusiastically invited him to the Undead Volcano. He couldn't help feeling depressed when he saw Kong Shuang!

Seeing Tongtian speechless, Kong Shuang snorted twice: "You can't say it, but I'm very curious, since you already knew that I was Kong Shuang, why didn't you expose me and bring me to Kunlun Mountain?"

This was the question she wanted to ask the most. Tongtian already knew that she was Kong Shuang, and he must have realized that she had been following him with bad intentions. So why did he deliberately bring her back to Kunlun? It didn't make sense to say that he was catching a turtle in a jar.

After all, Sanqing is such a powerful figure, and his fighting power can absolutely overwhelm her, so there is no need to play tricks!

Tongtian chuckled and thoughtfully offered another cup of tea. He paused and said, "Why do you think so of me, fellow Daoist? Is my reputation really that bad?"

Kong Shuang heard his subtext, which was that she was narrow-minded, and she curled her lips again.

Tongtian continued, "I saw you having a private conversation with Bai Ze that day, and since I also met you in Kunlun Mountain, I can vaguely guess what's going on. You're not going to do anything that would harm the world, so why shouldn't I help you?"

Kong Shuang was shocked and thought to himself that this guy was really smart. He could guess what she wanted to do just by looking at two things that seemed to have no connection. He was really a very smart person.

He was so cunning, but ended up like that in the end. It showed that his two brothers were more shrewd. She sighed again, feeling even more displeased with Yuanshi.

"Then why do you still want to..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw Tongtian looking at her with a smile. After years of companionship, she understood the meaning of that look, which simply meant: "I know you won't succeed in the end, no matter what you do."

A surge of anger welled up in Kong Shuang's heart, a rage that burned within her chest, unable to vent. Her face turned slightly cold, "If that's the case, why don't you tie me up and hand me over to Yuqing?"

The Qingxin Bell did not ring.

Tongtian's eyes became serious and he looked at her with frown. As the young master of the Phoenix clan who loved beauty the most, Kong Shuang was undoubtedly extremely beautiful, with curved eyebrows and eyes like bright stars. However, her eyes were full of violent aura, which was inconsistent with her exquisite and beautiful appearance and seemed a little weird.

He raised his hand, sighed deeply, and placed his slender, white, and slightly cold fingers on her forehead. His voice was deep, "Fellow Daoist Kong Shuang, you have a violent temper in your heart. This is a disaster, not a blessing."

It was like a handful of ice-cold spring water, but with a fresher and sweeter scent than spring water, which extinguished the anger in her heart. Kong Shuang became a little clearer, blinked gently, and saw a slender arm.

The arms were undoubtedly very beautiful, white and bright. She could even see the blue color through the outer skin. Naturally, there was spiritual energy flowing in the veins.

In a trance, Kong Shuang recalled the scene when she first met Tongtian. The handsome and unruly young man in red clothes tore through the void and smiled brightly at her. She didn't know at that time that this was the famous Shangqing Tongtian.

An idea flashed through his mind as he treated him as a nobody, that is to use his five-colored divine light to brush this person to the Immortal Volcano and let him stay in the Immortal Volcano forever. Of course, this idea was only fleeting!

She raised her eyes again and saw a pair of slightly wrinkled brows, probably worried about her. She opened her mouth and said dryly, "I spoke without thinking, please forgive me, fellow Daoist."

Tongtian withdrew his hand. Seeing Kong Shuang's eyes clear and his violent aura gone, he breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking of why Kong Shuang had fallen into a trance, he asked, "Did fellow Daoist Kong Shuang misunderstand me? Was it because of the Four Dissimilarities?"

Kong Shuang didn't say anything, but his mind was surging. No matter whether Yuanshi treated Sibu Xiang well now or not, it would not change the fact that Sibu Xiang would be given to Jiang Ziya in the future.

It's not just Sibu Xiang, but also himself. He now thinks that his relationship with Yuanshi is so deep, but in the end, Yuanshi will kill him!

But she knew that Tongtian believed in his two brothers. Even if she told him the truth, he would not believe it and would blame her for sowing discord between them.

What was thought to be the final farewell ended with Kong Shuang's unilateral parting of ways.

With her secrets exposed, Kong Shuang didn't have the face to stay in Kunlun Mountain any longer. She struggled for a long time between returning to her own Immortal Volcano and Wuzhuang Temple, and finally chose Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhunti Jieying is probably busy repairing Lingshan now and has no time to pay attention to herself, but that doesn't mean she won't have time later. She will return to Wuzhuang Temple and wait until the third sermon at Zixiao Palace to go to Zixiao Palace with Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi. She is not afraid that the two people from the West will seek revenge on her halfway.

Wuzhuang Temple is located on Wanshou Mountain. Inside the temple, Zhen Yuanzi has already gone into seclusion. Only Hongyun is playing with a group of little Taoist children. When he saw Kong Shuang coming back, the first thing he asked was where he had been.

Kong Shuang asked him to guess?

Hong Yun dismissed the boys, feeling both surprised and delighted. He asked in disbelief, "No way! Could it be that you really split the Lingshan Mountain?"

Kong Shuang rolled her eyes. If it was really her who chopped it off, she would have announced it to the world with drums and gongs, telling the cultivators in the ancient times that she, Kong Shuang, had risen and there was no need for her to hide.

Hong Yun thought the same and immediately relaxed his strength, wondering, "If that's the case, then Zixiao Palace's second sermon is such a shame."

After saying that, he took out a small notebook from his arms and handed it to Kong Shuang like a treasure, looking forward to praise.

Kong Shuang glanced at him and snorted, "Don't even think about it. I won't forgive you. Besides, you didn't write this. Don't think I don't know. I want to thank Zhen Yuanzi. What does it have to do with you?"

Hong Yun lowered his head in disappointment, grabbed his sleeve with his fingertips, and asked shyly, "How did you know?"

Kong Shuang raised her eyebrows proudly and shook the small notebook. The handwriting on the first few pages was like a chicken pecking at rice, but after a few pages, the handwriting became neat, generous, vigorous and powerful. She was not stupid and could not tell at a glance that it was written by one person.

Hongyun was sleeping the whole time while listening to the sermon. Who else could have written it if not Zhen Yuanzi?

Kong Shuang ignored Hong Yun and slowly strolled to the backyard, which was where her childhood idol Monkey King angrily pushed the ginseng fruit tree.

To be honest, although Monkey King was her childhood idol, she still had to reprimand him for this matter. The ginseng fruit was so delicious, it would be better to pack it up and take it away than to destroy it, as it was almost wasted.

As Zhen Yuanzi's good friend, ginseng fruit can be considered her snack.

Its taste is not as horrible as its shape, which can scare Tang Monk so much that he dares not eat it. In fact, it tastes very good, with a pleasant fragrance and a sweet taste. It is not much worse than the yellow plum, although she has never eaten the yellow plum.

The ginseng fruit blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature. Now is the season when it is ripe and edible. Kong Shuang picked one, put it in his mouth, and found a room to prepare for seclusion.

The ginseng fruit was so juicy when bitten into the mouth that Kong Shuang couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction, thinking to himself that Tang Monk really didn't know the value of the fruit and was not worthy of enjoying such a delicacy.