Chapter 273: Emperor Taihao...

Yu Chang nodded affirmatively, as a response to Wen Yu's words.

Dingyuan Lock has the ability to gather a person's spirit and condense his soul. In the past, Dingyuan Lock restrained him, but also protected him, allowing him to spend tens of millions of years safely and smoothly at the bottom of the Yuanshui River.

"With Dingyuan's divine power, I will definitely find the remaining soul of Song Linsheng for you." Yu Chang looked at Wen Yu steadily, and could clearly see the fire gradually burning in her eyes.

"Yu Chang..." Wen Yu hesitated a little.

She was not sure if she could find what she had not been able to find for more than three hundred years by relying on Ding Yuan.

Yu Chang lowered his eyes and glanced at the Dingyuan lock that he always wore close to his body. In the middle of it was a scarlet gem that was as bright as blood, and there seemed to be a faint fluorescence flowing through it.

"If there is any news, I will go with you to look for it." This was the greatest promise he could make.

Three hundred years have passed anyway, and the next five hundred or eight hundred years won't make a difference. Even if he has to bet his whole life on it, what does it matter?

"But right now, the Jiangyang issue needs to be resolved urgently, and the unrest in Zhongzhou has not yet subsided." Yu Chang felt reluctant, but had to persuade, "Wenyu, cheer up."

She taught him to keep a low profile and strengthen himself, and he would accompany her through the storm and wait for the dawn.

Wen Yu's face was calm and composed. After exchanging a deep glance with Yu Chang, she raised her sleeve and held down his arm. "I know."

She was not as strong and resilient as he had imagined, but she was not as fragile as Yu Chang had worried.

After saying that, Wen Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at the scattered flute fragments on the ground. After a long silence, he bent down to pick them up one by one and placed them in Song Linsheng's coffin.

Song Zhuo caught up, and together with Wen Liangyi, they half-closed the coffin lid and waited for Wen Yu to speak.

"Aunt..." Wen Heng called softly, never expecting that today's events would end like this.

In this case, my aunt would be so sad.

The tomb was airtight, and there was inevitably a sense of oppression and solemnity in the air, which made everyone feel tense and tired, and it was difficult to breathe.

Wen Yu lowered her eyebrows, hiding most of the color in her eyes, and looked quietly at the empty coffin, which was empty except for some fragments of the flute.

At that time, she and Song Linsheng went to the Lantern Festival together and released river lanterns together. He gave her a red cloth envelope, and she bought him a purple flute.

Although the past events were still vivid in his mind, something seemed to have shattered along with the flute at this moment, shocking Wen Yu beyond words.

Only now did she understand that those words about attaining enlightenment and ascending to heaven, and cultivating the mind, were easy to use when advising others, but it was as difficult as climbing to the sky to convince herself.

I wonder if Zhibai felt funny when she made such a solemn promise in front of him that day.

I don't even know how she understood Wen Yanli's determination when she saw him resign from his official position and return to his hometown for Zhou Lehui and then return to Jiangyang.

When she was outside the game, she felt that everything was light, but now that she is in it, she can appreciate the heaviness of it.

Zhou Lehui and Wen Yanli finally got married, and Zhibai also went to great lengths to pursue Chen Mian.

It turned out that everything had been foreseen, but she just couldn't understand the cause and effect.

Wen Yu smiled slightly, but couldn't help but let the tears flow out of her eyes. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, putting away all her thoughts and sadness, and closed the coffin with a wave of her sleeves.

"This..." Dan Qing looked at it from afar, not understanding what was going on. "Wen Yujun, didn't you treasure this flute so much just now? How come..."

How could I bear to leave it in this tomb without sunlight?

Wen Yu looked up and exhaled deeply. After thinking clearly, she felt her mind was clear and free of burdens.

She didn't take Dan Qing's offense to heart.

"The man is gone, so leaving the flute without an owner is meaningless."

When saying this, Wen Yu neither looked at Dan Qing nor Tai Hao, but turned to talk to Yu Chang who had been waiting by her side.

"Yu Chang, let's go."

After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the stone gate. When she reached Taihao's shoulder, Wen Yu walked past him without even looking at him, and didn't even pay attention to Danqing who was full of curiosity.

"Master, look at her—" Dan Qing complained in disbelief, "How could a little Immortal Lord ignore me?"

Compared to Dan Qing's noisy and angry voice, Tai Hao seemed much calmer and more solemn.

He remained silent and did not say a word no matter how Dan Qing exaggerated the story.

The moment he passed Wen Yu, Tai Hao's heartstrings suddenly broke. He always felt that something was very different from just now, but he couldn't tell why.

Yu Chang, who was following closely behind Wen Yu, raised his eyes and looked at Tai Hao, but his steps did not stop.

Seeing this familiar face getting closer and closer to him, Yu Chang couldn't help but think of Song Linsheng's gentleness and composure in the past.

The eyebrows and eyes are clearly identical. This Emperor Taihao is lonely and miserable, and he is indeed not the same person as Song Linsheng.

Yu Chang looked away coldly, only focused on chasing Wen Yu away.

If it weren't for Wen Yu, whether it was true or not, it had nothing to do with him.

Song Zhuo and his companions who were lagging behind followed closely, talking in low voices.

Wen Heng looked around at his two younger brothers and said, "I'm sure Zhizhi and Master Su will be back soon. You and I should definitely leave first."

"That's true." Wen Liangyi exchanged glances with Wen Heng, signaling him to look towards Taihao. "But this is the Song family cemetery after all. Unrelated people should refrain from disturbing the ancestors' resting place."

Song Zhuo naturally understood the meaning behind Wen Liangyi's words. He looked coldly at Tai Hao, who looked exactly like his ancestor, and the chattering Dan Qing beside him. After a little thought, he walked towards the two of them.

It seems that the truth has been revealed.

But why, when he looked at Taihao, he still couldn't help being dazed?

Tai Hao looked up at Song Zhuo who was staring at him. Seeing him approaching step by step without saying a word, he could only respond with the same silence.

I heard others call him...Song Zhuo.

Tai Hao looked away and looked at the tightly closed coffin again, wondering what he was thinking.

"Master, these mortals—"

Dan Qing was about to ask what to do, but when he turned around, he found that his master had disappeared.

"Master? Master?"

Tai Hao's sudden disappearance not only surprised Dan Qing, but also confused Song Zhuo and his group.

But it's okay, it saves him from having to talk too much.

What's more, if he had to face this face that was exactly the same as his ancestor's, he would be a little embarrassed to answer those questioning words.

Seeing Dan Qing dissipate in a puff of mist, Song Zhuo, who had seen the chaos just now, was not surprised. He hurriedly activated the mechanism with Wen Heng and Wen Liangyi to lock the stone door of the tomb...

Wen Yu walked all the way out of the cemetery, and after crossing the threshold, he finally saw the daylight.

Thousands of magnolia branches, layers of green, and the tranquility and quietness between the mountains and rivers make everything that just happened seem like a daring dream.

She beat Emperor Taihao.

What the hell is this excitement?

In the past, she damaged the Immortal Tree, and now she is even fighting with the owner of the Immortal Tree. It is really a mixture of old and new grudges.

But now, not only did she not show any fear, she even felt very happy.

For Song Linsheng, she had nothing to regret.

She has already been beaten, so what else can she do? If he wants to pursue the matter with her when she returns to Dongtian Palace in the future, she will take the blame.

As long as I don't burden my master, anything is fine.

There was a rustling sound beside him. Wen Yu collected his thoughts and turned back, "Yu Chang, I——"

"Are you okay?" Yu Chang lowered his eyes and watched Wen Yu talking to him with a forced smile.

"What can I do?" Wen Yu shrugged, pretending to look away. "I was able to wait for three hundred years without a clue. Now that I have a clue, I can wait even three thousand years."

Forcing himself not to think about what had just happened in the tomb, Wen Yu looked at the magnolia tree in the distance.

Rich and fragrant, tough and soft, it brings a special touch of spring in the snowy winter.

"I should be happy, I should be happy." Wen Yu tightened his palms hidden in his sleeves again and again, trying to convince himself.

The magnolia will bloom, and Song Linsheng will come back.

"Wenyu, you don't have to--" Yu Chang frowned. He didn't want Wenyu to suppress her emotions like this. If this continued, she would definitely become depressed.

But before he could finish, two figures appeared in front of Wen Yu from a distance.

"Auntie—Auntie—" Chen Zhizhi hurried over and finally threw herself into Wen Yu's arms. "Auntie, I received the message Song Er left, so I followed him all the way here."

She panted as she leaned over to look into the cemetery. "Auntie, what's this? Have you seen Uncle Song?"

Chen Zhizhi called Wenyu "Aunt" because of the friendship between her mother Zhibai and Wenyu, and called Song Linsheng "Second Uncle" because both her father Chen Mian and Song Linsheng worked in the government office.

There is indeed nothing wrong with calling it this.

However, when she was in the cave, she mistakenly thought Taihao was her uncle, and now she calls Song Linsheng her second uncle. Wen Yu always feels that something is wrong.

"Zhizhi." Wen Yu held Chen Zhizhi's forearm with both hands, relieving her of most of the force. "What did you and Su Jianbai gain from going to the government office?"

Wen Yu concealed everything that happened in the cemetery and changed the subject in a few words.

Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Yu Chang simply stopped talking and didn't continue what he had just said.

"Nothing!" Su Jianbai followed from behind and waved his hands at Wen Yu. "There are countless cases of missing persons in Jia Tingxi, and just today—"

"Wenbao and Qiying did not return home after class today and their whereabouts are unknown. Su Jianbai and I have gone to the school to ask about them. The teacher said that they had agreed to go up the mountain to worship the gods and pray." Chen Zhizhi took over the conversation and added anxiously.

"Go up the mountain to worship the gods?" Wen Yu's heart trembled, and he quickly grasped the key words, "Pray?"

"I don't know either, aunt..." Chen Zhizhi was also anxious and confused, almost losing his mind.

They were fine last night, so why are they gone today? Jiangyang has been in turmoil lately, and Wen Bao and Zhao Qiying are nowhere to be found at this time.

"What did you say? Zhizhi?" Just when everyone was at a loss for words, Wen Heng, Song Zhuo, and Wen Liangyi emerged from the cemetery entrance. "Xiaobao is missing?"

"How could this be?" Wen Liangyi hurried over to Chen Zhizhi and asked again, "Didn't Wenbao go to school today?"

"I went to the school, and the teacher said that Xiaobao and Zhao Qiying took leave and went up the mountain to worship the gods and fulfill a vow." Chen Zhizhi explained, with an extremely anxious look between his eyebrows.

"If I wanted to fulfill a vow, I should have returned home by now." Wen Heng's eyes darkened and his steps suddenly became unsteady.

"Sister Heng." Song Zhuo held Wen Heng with both hands, letting her lean on him for most of her strength. "Sister Heng, don't worry. Did Fusheng ever say that—"

"Which mountain, which god, and what is the wish?" Wen Yu asked immediately. She needed to find out the inside story so that she could prescribe the right medicine.

Wen Heng closed his eyes to dissipate the dizziness and not lose his mind. "Auntie... is from the Houchun Mountain and Wutong Ancestral Temple. What she is praying for is..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, not knowing there was such a thing.

"After what happened at Guanwu Court last night, Xiaobao insisted on asking the God of Spring to bless her and help her find another good partner."

When saying this, Wen Heng glanced at Song Zhuo beside him with some embarrassment. Although the two of them might not have any friendship, they were engaged anyway.

Xiaobao prayed to God, but got such a thing. She really didn't know how to explain it to Song Zhuo.

But no matter what, this matter is not worth mentioning compared with Xiaobao's safety.

Wen Heng felt extremely regretful, thinking that what happened today was her negligence.

"But everyone knows that Jiang Yang is not at peace now..." Chen Zhizhi frowned, obviously realizing the seriousness of the situation.

"So I promised her that after these few days of work, I would take her to the Wutong Ancestral Temple to pray." Wen Heng suddenly felt an unbearable pain in her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. "But who knew—"

"No, it's my fault for not noticing it in time." Wen Heng's heart tightened, and he suddenly realized, "Xiaobao kept talking about dealing with this matter as soon as possible last night. I think he was preparing to go up the mountain today."

Wen Heng's brows were furrowed, his face burning with anxiety. His usual calmness and composure were gone, and there was no trace of the composure he had as the head of the family. "But I didn't send anyone to accompany her all the way to the academy..."

"Sister Heng." Song Zhuo whispered to soothe Wen Heng's emotions, and then looked at Wen Liangyi, "Send everyone from the three prefectures to look for him. Even if we have to dig up Houchun Mountain three feet deep, we must find Wen Fusheng!"

"I'll go get some people." Wen Liangyi also became serious and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Wen Yu raised her sleeve to stop Wen Liangyi, then turned around and warned everyone, "There's something else going on here, it's definitely not ordinary."

Considering the recent unrest and frequent disappearances in Jiangyang, Wen Yu keenly sensed that something was wrong.

If Wenbao had only gone up the mountain to worship the gods and pray, with her master in charge of the Wutong Ancestral Temple, how could anything happen to Wenbao?

There must be something behind this.

If it wasn't monsters causing trouble, then it was evil spirits causing trouble. If Wen Liangyi led his men into the mountains so brazenly, who knows how much trouble it would bring.

"Wen Liangyi." Wen Yu made a quick decision, his eyes flashing as he came up with a plan, "First, go to the government office and ask Jia Tingxi to send someone to support us. Then, divide all the useful people in the three governments into two groups."

"Yes! Aunt!" Wen Liangyi responded without hesitation. This matter concerned Wen Bao's life, and he would never joke about it.

"Zhizhi, Su Jianbai." Wen Yu turned to Chen Zhizhi and Su Jianbai and instructed, "Each of you will lead a team of men, take Jia Tingxi and Wen Liangyi with you, and move separately. Surround Houchun Mountain from front to back and search thoroughly."

"No?" Su Jianbai seemed to have heard something out of the blue, and he was about to refute it at the top of his voice, "Why do you order me around?"

"Stinky fox!" Chen Zhizhi didn't waste any words with him and tapped him on the back of the head with a snap of his fingers. "What are you talking about?"

"Chen Xiaodao, you--" Su Jianbai stopped talking in pain. He wanted to argue for something, but then he died inexplicably.

Wen Yu followed Su Jianbai's gaze and looked back. Yu Chang, who was standing beside her, was looking at him indifferently and silently. It was clear that he didn't say a word, but it seemed that his words were more effective than thousands of words.

"Yes, I understand. Can't I go?" Su Jianbai quickly changed his words, fearing that he would be a moment late. He always felt that his tail was still aching.

If Yu Chang were to take one look at him, he would probably die three years later.

Wen Yu didn't have much to say to Su Jianbai. Seeing that he agreed, she felt a little relieved.

Whether it was Jia Tingxi or Wen Liangyi, not to mention the rest of the yamen runners and servants, they were all just mortals in the final analysis.

If there is really something extraordinary in Houchun Mountain, she can only feel at ease if Zhizhi and Su Jianbai take care of it.

"Remember." Wen Yu looked around at Chen Zhizhi and Su Jianbai, and repeatedly warned them, "Just search at the foot of the mountain. Be careful and don't rush in."

"Yes, don't worry, aunt." Chen Zhizhi nodded firmly.

Su Jianbai's fox eyes spun around, and sensing something was amiss, he pressed the issue, "Wen Xiaobao went up the mountain to pray, not down. What can he find if he only searches at the foot of the mountain?"

Before he finished speaking, when he met Yu Chang's gaze, he quickly moved and hid behind Chen Zhizhi.

"Yu Chang and I are alone in the mountains." Unlike Yu Chang who did more and talked less, Wen Yu patiently explained.

Houchun Mountain is the cave where her master Ju Mang possessed his body, and Wutong Ancestral Temple is where she grew up. She knows the structure of the temple very well.

What's more, her and Yu Chang's cultivation is higher than Chen Zhizhi and Su Jianbai. It is most suitable and appropriate for the two of them to deal with the unknowns in the mountains.

Zhizhi is half human and half demon, and his cultivation is still shallow. Su Jianbai is a second-generation rich man who has magic weapons but neglects to practice. He should just deal with the outside world and should not go into the mountains to take risks.

"Okay, okay, let's do it!" Su Jianbai made the final decision and agreed without hesitation, contrary to his usual behavior. "I will obey your orders for once."

But he seemed to be completely unaware of Wen Yu's considerations, otherwise he would not be so obedient now.

Yu Chang glanced at the white-haired fox coldly, and remained silent in his heart and out loud.

"Wait a minute! Auntie!" Wen Heng raised his sleeve to stop Su Jianbai from turning around and leaving, and asked Wen Yu, "Everyone has made arrangements. I wonder if Xiao Zhuo and I..."

Wen Yu sighed softly, her eyes caressing Wen Heng's face with pity, and then she said to Song Zhuo beside her, "Song Zhuo, take Wen Heng back to the mansion to rest and wait for my news."

"Aunt..." Song Zhuo knew that Sister Heng would not agree easily, so he was a little hesitant.

But when he saw Wen Yu's expression, he suddenly understood what she meant for some reason, "Yes, aunt."

"Aunt, no." As expected, Wen Heng refused immediately. "Xiaobao is my sister, and Qiying is like a brother to me. How can I abandon their safety and go to rest alone?"

Song Zhuo knew this was the case and said softly, "Sister Heng."

"I will go with Zhizhi." Wen Heng insisted, leaving Song Zhuo behind, and he had even thought about how he would act.

Faced with Wen Heng's proposal, Wen Yu refused without a second thought, "You know that worrying too much can lead to confusion. You're not in a good condition to be out and about."

"Song Zhuo, take your sister Heng back." Wen Yu instructed Song Zhuo, and then patted the back of Wen Heng's hand, "Just wait for Xiaobao to come back at home. I mean what I say."

At this moment, my aunt's arrangement is the most appropriate way.

The eldest son of the Song family and the three young masters of the Wen family are not in Jiangyang. Among the remaining younger generations, Wen Heng has always been the one who makes the most decisions.

In the past, she was either taking care of this or worrying about that, but now that her aunt is back, she has become their backbone.

It seemed that as long as my aunt was there, even if the sky fell, it would not be a big deal.

"Aunt..." Wen Heng's eyes were filled with tears, and he did not refute.

Seeing this, Song Zhuo helped Wen Heng get on the carriage they had been traveling in, and said goodbye to Wen Yu, "I'll leave everything to you, aunt."

Wen Yu nodded, and then instructed Chen Zhizhi and the others, "Do it now, quickly! And be careful!"

"Yes! Aunt!" Chen Zhizhi and Su Jianbai looked at each other, and hurriedly led Wen Liangyi back to the city.

Now that there were only three of them, they could naturally fly on the clouds and move their minds, without having to take the slow carriage. So in just a moment, they disappeared.

Wen Yu was thinking about what happened in Houchun Mountain and was a little absent-minded. Without realizing it, she bumped into Yu Chang's chest as soon as she turned around.

"Hiss—" Wen Yu closed his eyes, feeling rather helpless. "Your scales are very strong."

Yu Chang pursed his lips slightly, a fleeting smile.

At this time, Wen Yu still had the mind to joke with him.

But she seems to have always been like this, always struggling to move forward, always full of fighting spirit.

"I'll go with you." Yu Chang lowered his eyes and glanced at his chest, then looked at Wen Yu's expression and said in a low voice.

Wen Yu clapped her hands and gave Yu Chang a strange look. "Of course."

After saying that, Wen Yu turned around and walked back the way he came.

The green mountains are still there, the magnolias are beginning to bloom, and the light on the surface of the Yuanshui River after the snow is surging like shimmering gold foil, and the still and clear shadows are like jade discs.

The cemetery is nestled in the mountains and beside water, making it an ideal location.

Wen Yu took a deep breath. She believed that the magnolia would bloom again, and that she and Song Linsheng would meet again one day.

Yu Chang was not in a hurry to catch up with Wen Yu's pace. He just fell behind and watched her quietly as she walked through the snow, one step deep and one step shallow, leaving a trail of footprints.

Just as the wind leaves a sound and the wild geese leave a trace, between heaven and earth, and in the six realms, nothing can happen without a trace and then pass away without being noticed.

As long as it exists, there will always be traces.

What's more, with such poor physical skills——

Yu Chang turned around and faced him calmly.

The newcomer also appeared without hesitation after the clouds and mist dissipated, waving at him with smiling eyes.

"Little White Dragon——"

He is really bold and ignorant.

…

The Song Family Cemetery was not far from the foot of Houchun Mountain. Wen Yu walked alone for a while and soon arrived at the path leading up the mountain.

Wen Yu swept across the familiar stone path in the mountains and forests. In the vicissitudes of time, Houchun Mountain had not changed much.

Thinking back to when she first met Song Linsheng, he went down the mountain with her, rode in the same carriage here, and then changed to the water route to enter the city. After many twists and turns, she still couldn't find any good way to stay with him, so she had to say goodbye to him after getting ashore.

Fortunately, many things happened later, and she and Song Linsheng finally met again in the back alley of the famous shop.

It can be seen that the so-called coming and going, origin and destruction of fate, are all predestined by God.

Wen Yu felt relieved and couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

But before the smile reached the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, it froze immediately.

When she thought about Song Linsheng's current situation, she was really furious.

It seems that when things go her way, we should just leave it to fate, and when things go against her wishes, we should just go against fate. This is called "flexibility."

"Yu Chang--" Wen Yu put aside his thoughts and wanted to call Yu Chang to go up the mountain together.

But no one responded until the words fell.

Wen Yu turned around and saw nothing behind her.

In late spring, the mountains are still green and birds are singing. Amidst the bustling scene, there is no sign of Yu Chang at all.

Just a few steps away from Houchun Mountain is another world where the wind blows and the ground is filled with desolate coldness.

Looking at the layers of broken snow, Wen Yu only felt a bright spot that hurt her eyes.

Yu Chang always used to follow her half a step behind, not too far away. She had long been accustomed to it, so she didn't pay much attention to it just now. Now she didn't even know when Yu Chang disappeared.

"Yu Chang?" Wen Yu raised her voice, but apart from the howling north wind, there was no echo of Yu Chang.

Wen Yu felt empty inside, and couldn't explain why he was silent at the moment.

Maybe he got tripped up by something and will catch up with me after some time.

Right now, Wen Bao and Zhao Qiying's life and death and whereabouts are unknown, so she needs to investigate quickly.

But……

Wen Yu suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

There is nothing to worry about. Yu Chang has profound Taoist skills and is almost a demon god. Even if all the troublemakers in Houchun Mountain are combined, they probably can't shake him at all.

She was worrying too much.

Having said that, Wen Yu tightened his snow-white fox fur coat, his chaotic thoughts still unable to calm down.

Perhaps it was because they had supported and accompanied each other in the underworld for three hundred years that she had become so dependent on Yu Chang without even realizing it.

Until now, Yu Chang has only disappeared for a moment, and she is so helpless?

Wen Yu's fingertips gradually closed together, and the laces on the fox fur coat became wrinkled and no longer smooth as she pinched them.

She shouldn't be like this.

Even though Yu Chang and she have known each other for over a hundred years, she shouldn't take it for granted that Yu Chang will always follow her. It's her fault.

Wen Yu looked out at the vast expanse of snow, and the cold white light suddenly calmed her heart.

After a moment of silence, Wen Yu turned around and plunged into the green bushes of Houchun Mountain, following the stone path all the way to the Wutong Ancestral Temple.

She has things to do and can't delay.

Let’s put these personal thoughts aside for now.

In late spring, the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and dotted with the sounds of birdsong. Upon closer inspection, although there is a sense of liveliness, it is more like the sobbing of green mountains and the sad wails of loneliness.

Wen Yu walked forward while exploring the situation around him.

Perhaps because Jiangyang has been in turmoil recently, fewer people go up the mountain to worship the gods, so naturally there is no vitality.

Under such circumstances, Wen Bao still took the risk to go up the mountain to pray to God, which shows how much she was afraid of marrying Song Zhuo.

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

The second young master Song is one of the best in Jiangyang in terms of character, talent, appearance and family background. Even in the world, there are probably not many like him.

What's more, the Wen and Song families are old friends and know each other well. So why does Wen Bao look down on Song Er so much?

I'm afraid all the problems can only be solved after she finds Wenbao.

Wen Yu calmed his mind and searched around intently, but found nothing.

I originally wanted to call a local god to ask, but I couldn't summon him for a long time.

It would be fine if there was no land, but there wasn't even a single goblin that could speak.

She couldn't even find out any information.

No news is the worst news.

In the past, there were countless intelligent monsters in Houchun Mountain, at least eight hundred if not a thousand. Today, it is strange, and no one knows where they have hidden.

Thinking of this, Wen Yu paused.

hide.

This is the cave of the God of Spring. If nothing unexpected happens, how can the beasts in the mountains hide?

Wen Yu suddenly became more certain that something that shouldn't have entered Houchun Mountain must have entered.

She knew that her master's soul was damaged, but she didn't realize that it was so serious that he couldn't even take care of Hou Chunshan's affairs?

Wen Yu felt a pang of pain in her heart. She needed to find out as soon as possible.

For Wen Bao and Zhao Qiying, for the people of Jiangyang, and for her master.

Wen Yu calmed herself down. Now that she had the Liuyun Fan in her hand, there was nothing to be afraid of. No matter who broke into Houchun Mountain, she could drive them out.

If anyone in Jiangyang behaves recklessly, she will definitely tie him up and take him to Wutong Ancestral Temple to clean the courtyard for her master!

The birds flapping their wings in the treetops made a loud noise in the forest, interrupting Wen Yu's thoughts.

The wind rustled leaves, and Wen Yu looked up along the green mountain mist. The Wutong Ancestral Temple on the top was shrouded in fairy mist and was very majestic. The incense was not weak but strong, which was really strange.

Wen Yu withdrew his gaze and swept across the forest and the stone paths. Without exception, there was no trace of any tourists passing by.

If there are no tourists, where do the incense come from?

Could it be that the things hidden in Houchun Mountain are her master's followers?

Wen Yu was anxious and angry, and hurried up the stairs.

She could have flown straight to the Wutong Ancestral Temple, but in order not to miss any clues, she still patiently searched in the mountains.

She had seen Wen Bao's aura last night, so she naturally recognized it.

But as we chased along the path, we could find no other smell except for some undried dew on the grass leaves on both sides of the stone path.

Wen Yu looked around suspiciously, thinking about his next move.

"aunt--"

A very low sound was heard, which made Wen Yu doubt his ears.

She immediately held her breath and concentrated, not daring to breathe, just to hear it more clearly.

There was the sound of dripping dew and rustling grass, but no other special sounds.

Wen Yu thought she had misheard because her nerves were too tense, but as soon as she relaxed, she heard it more clearly -

"Auntie, I'm here!"

Now Wen Yu was sure that he had not heard wrong, and hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound.

The blossoming flowers are like a cloud of crimson smoke, an extremely eye-catching presence among the lush green mountains and forests.

There is no time in the mountains. Who knows how long this flower tree has been standing here, yet it has grown so lush.

The more Wen Yu looked, the more familiar it seemed. Old memories broke free from their seals, penetrating those past events that she dared not mention again. A sense of clarity surged into her mind, and she didn't know why her mouth reacted faster than her brain.

"You are the four-orange tree that day."

"Yes! Auntie!"

The flower tree shook its branches and leaves, obviously extremely shocked and happy, but she didn't bother to explain anything else and hurriedly gave instructions.

"Perhaps you can go to Xianchun Cottage to see what Auntie is asking for!"

As soon as she said this, she quickly disappeared her spiritual power.

Wen Yu looked at the flower trees that had returned to peace. Before she had time to reminisce about the past, she could no longer find any trace of their life.

That day, she and Song Linsheng first met in the spring mountains, under this four-o'clock tree.

But right now she had no time to lament, nor did she have the mind to indulge in it.

Along the way, we didn't encounter any intelligent monsters or beasts. It seems that there are monsters in the mountains, but they are all silent and dare not speak.

Only this four-o'clock tree had the courage to give her some advice.

Xianchun Cottage.

Wen Yu glanced at the Wutong Ancestral Temple on the top of the mountain, and after a moment, he changed his route to Xianchun Cottage without hesitation.

Since the four-o'clock tree is named here, there must be something strange about it.

But, Xianchun Cottage used to...

Wen Yu suppressed the chaotic memories in his mind and rushed to Xianchun Cottage with all his heart.

Although she was familiar with the way to Xianchun Cottage, she was not sure whether the Xianchun Cottage still existed.

The Song residence has been prosperous for a hundred years, and the Xianchun cottage must be the same.

But something happened that day, and most of the Xianchun Cottage was destroyed. Now...

Wen Yu walked hurriedly, quickly shuttling through the dense forest. In his haste, he didn't even bother to walk on the stone steps, and just casually stepped into the mud.

The mountains are covered with heavy fog and the soil is always wet.

Whenever she went up the mountain in the past, Song Linsheng would always protect her and prepare a change of clothes for her.

Now, looking at the mud spots on the fox fur, Wen Yu sighed helplessly and continued on his way.

She moved quickly, and with the help of the Liuyun fan, she soon arrived at the door of Xianchun Cottage.

The quaint courtyard is nestled in the mountains and forests, as silent as ever.

The green walls and green tiles are very simple and ancient. In the wet mist, it looks even more quiet and peaceful, and the wind chimes hanging on the eaves move gently with the wind, making crisp sounds.

The stone steps in front of the door were clean and tidy, without even a trace of grass on them. It seemed that someone had taken care of them regularly.

Song Zhuo also took good care of Xianchun Cottage.

Before Wen Yu could think about it, the smoke rising gradually from behind the house attracted her attention.

Song Zhuo did not mention that anyone lived in this Xianchun cottage.

Since no one lives here, where does the smoke from cooking come from?

What was the answer that the four-o'clock tree suggested she find in Xianchun Cottage?

Wen Yu narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing something unusual.

It’s better not to alert the enemy.

Thinking of this, Wen Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the mud stains on his snow-white fox fur.

Just a few scattered spots don’t seem to be enough.

Wen Yu noticed the mud in the grass, and she gently turned her wrist hidden in her sleeve. The ochre-colored mud spots spontaneously flew onto the hem of her skirt, making her look like she had just been fished out of a mud pond.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.

Looking at the tightly closed door of Xianchun Cottage, Wen Yu stepped up the stone steps one step at a time until she stopped in front of the door. Her expression immediately changed.

Having seen thousands of different people by the Naihe Bridge, she had long since learned the skill of speaking differently to different people.

Now I don’t know what the situation is in the hospital, so it’s better to find out the truth first.

"Help, help..." Wen Yu called out in a hoarse voice, almost closing his eyes and fainting in front of the door.

After a while, she heard rustling sounds coming from inside the door, and occasionally there were three or two conversations, as if they were discussing the origin of her uninvited guest.

There was a "creak" sound, and the door leaf opened a crack.

"Girl, what are you doing..." After the cautious question, a simple and kind face appeared.

An old woman in her fifties was looking at Wen Yu through the crack in the door.

Wen Yu looked at it secretly and had a rough idea in his mind.

She naturally knew that this person was not the owner of Xianchun Cottage, but judging from his behavior, he didn't even look like the manager who lived here.

How could such a stranger live in Xianchun Cottage, and even make open fires and cook porridge and rice in it?

But before Wen Yu could answer, the old lady spoke first, "Oh! How did it become like this!"

Wen Yu immediately swallowed back all the words she had prepared. She had thought about being suspected and driven away, but she had never expected to be treated so warmly.

"Did you fall in the mountains?" The old woman lowered her voice, but showed concern for Wen Yu. "Is everything okay?"

"I, I passed by here and lost my way..." Wen Yu hesitated, and the words he had originally arranged became interrupted because of the old lady's Chicheng.

"Hurry! Come in and hide!" The old lady was quick-eyed and quick-handed, as if she was afraid of something, and hurriedly opened a gap to let Wen Yu in.

I didn’t expect it to be so simple, which was exactly what Wenyu wanted.

Wen Yu nodded repeatedly, and just as she was about to step through the door—

But the old lady paused and spoke in a doubtful tone, "But who is this..."

This one? Which one?

Wen Yu looked sideways in surprise, and was immediately stunned as if struck by lightning.

Emperor Taihao, dressed in moon-white clothes, is now dressed as a mortal, looking no different from an ordinary scholar.

It actually adds some difficult-to-identify similarities with Song Linsheng.

But somehow, Wen Yu knew that the person in front of her was Tai Hao, not Song Linsheng.

"This is..." In order to prevent the old lady from getting suspicious, Wen Yu immediately continued.

But no matter how fast she was, she couldn't be faster than Tai Hao who was standing beside her. He seemed to have been prepared for this and nodded and replied:

"I am her husband, Grandma, you are polite."

Wen Yu clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, repeatedly suppressing the urge to fan out and kill Tai Hao.

After all, she came here to investigate Wen Bao's disappearance and the unrest in Jiang Yang, not to fight him.

Nonsense, absolute nonsense.

She just destroyed his trees and beat up his men. She didn't believe that she couldn't get rid of this man?

No matter who her husband is, she doesn't want Taihao to be her husband.

Although there was no three letters and six ceremonies, she accepted Song Linsheng's dowry, and she only wanted Song Linsheng to be her husband in this life.

Anything else, even the emperor or the god, is not enough.

"Grandma, I--" Wen Yu said with a faint smile, trying to save some face.

"So it's a young couple." The old lady agreed readily.

She looked as if she understood everything, but she didn't relax at all. Instead, she quickly looked around and let Wen Yu and Tai Hao in very quickly.

"Come in quickly, come in quickly, it's very cold outside!" The old lady lowered the bolt and greeted Wen Yu and the others.

"That's right, grandma is right," Wen Yu agreed, quietly observing the situation around her. "I saw smoke rising from afar outside, so I thought I'd come over to get some hot soup."

After saying this, Wen Yu smiled apologetically to the old lady while passing by Tai Hao.

He insisted on coming in, but was like a mute and refused to speak. It was really strange.

She had heard Chi Huang say that this Emperor Taihao had traveled through the human world for a hundred years. Could it be that he had become a stone, a flower, or some other plant in the human world? He couldn't even speak.

Tai Hao lowered his eyebrows and followed Wen Yu closely.

Just now, Wen Yujun...did not refute what he said.

"Don't worry, don't worry. There's nothing else. There's plenty of hot soup!" The old lady warmly took Wen Yu's arm and pulled her inside. "I just killed six chickens and stewed them. You're so cold, you need to drink some hot soup to warm yourself up."

"Thank you, grandma." Wen Yu nodded with a smile, but paused as the grandma walked forward.

Six chickens.

The argument between Chen Zhizhi and Su Jianbai was still ringing in her ears when Wen Yu was suddenly stunned.

…

"Who told you to steal the chicken?"

"It's just a chicken! What's the big deal?"

"One?"

"Okay, six."

…

No wonder Su Jianbai later denied it flatly, insisting that he had never done anything like stealing. Perhaps the lawsuit involving these six chickens really had nothing to do with him?

"What's wrong, little girl?" The old lady asked with concern when she saw Wen Yu in a daze.

Wen Yu suddenly came to her senses and said with an apologetic smile, "It's okay, it's okay, I just..."

"Are you cold?" The old woman gathered Wenyu's fox fur and shook her head, saying, "Your clothes are soaked with dew and very damp. You can't wear them anymore."

Going further in, you can vaguely see the fire from the stove and the aroma from the clay pots.

This old lady is really making soup.

"It so happens that there are some young women's clothes in this courtyard. I think they are about the right size for you. You can warm yourself by the fire here. I will go get them for you."

The old lady led Wen Yu and Tai Hao into the small kitchen, arranged for them to sit down, and repeatedly told them not to move around before quickly leaving.

"Oh, boy, help me watch the fire, don't let the smoke burn your wife—"

Tai Hao nodded, not much emotion but very pleased, "Yeah."

After giving special instructions, the old lady finally left.

For a moment, only Wen Yu and Tai Hao were left by the blazing earthen stove.

The soup in the pot was boiling, bubbling, and the sound would never stop.

Wen Yu glanced at Tai Hao who was sitting on the pile of firewood, and her heart was also in turmoil.

This Emperor Taihao...