Dao Ci closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, they had regained their calm.
“Benefactor Qi, everyone has their own path. You and I are merely strangers who met by chance; our paths cross when fate brings us together and we part when fate ends.”
Qi Su responded with an "oh".
I understand, this means we're going to part ways.
There was no deep affection between them; it was all a series of unfortunate coincidences.
Very good, the corpse sounds stiff.
“I agree with everything you said. When fate runs its course, it’s time to part ways. However, you saved my aunt’s life, and I don’t like owing favors. How about this, let’s stop being husband and wife for now and switch identities.”
Dao Ci gazed at her silently with his cold, dark phoenix eyes.
We waited for her to continue.
Qi Su: "Let's make an equal exchange. I'll help you control the worms in your body, and I'll leave once you're stable. In the meantime, you'll cover my whereabouts and cover my living expenses. Of course, I'll continue to keep an eye on the worms at Huatan Temple."
Are you kidding me? This is a fictional world.
He just broke up with me like that?
Ayan isn't with him right now, but who knows, maybe tomorrow the plot will pull them together and they'll fall in love.
Qi Su became cannon fodder for some ridiculous and absurd reason.
Don't even think about it.
She had to stay close to these main characters, keeping a close watch on the plot's development.
…
Master Dao Ci, who had already decided to spend his life with her memorial tablet, remained detached from worldly desires.
But as long as you don't pester him for hugs, he seems to be relatively easy to talk to.
The key is—
"Look, the child doesn't want to leave me either."
At Qi Su's feet, the yellow and white cat, Buddha Heart, kept rubbing against her, wagging its big tail.
His relationship with Daoci was fleeting, but his love for Qisu was true.
I wonder if the meows of Buddha's heart had some effect.
The master no longer coldly insisted on severing ties with Qi Su.
The two have reached a temporary agreement.
Just as Qi Su was about to step out of the room.
Dao Ci's voice came from behind.
"How many people died in Huatan Temple because of the worm plague?"
Qi Su turned around and gave him a clear answer.
"Nine people died. Forty-three were injured, seven of whom are still in critical condition. It is uncertain whether anyone brought the insect-like creatures down the mountain in the chaos. The monks in the temple have been sent to search for them."
Dao Ci lowered his eyes.
I twirl the prayer beads. The silence is as long as this night.
.
Qi Su came out of Dao Ci's room, walking while looking down and lost in thought.
A dark figure hung upside down from under the eaves, bringing a slight breeze.
Qi Su glanced at it.
Oh, Blackie.
These little black guys all look the same at first glance.
But in Qi Su's eyes, the difference is quite significant.
Different eyes, slightly different heights and weights, and different skin tones and hair textures.
So it's quite easy to recognize.
Qi Su gave them nicknames based on the order in which she met them.
Man in black: "Why are you leaving?"
Qi Su: "What? You think I'm going to stay overnight?"
The man in black didn't speak, and silence meant he agreed.
Qi Su: "You don't understand your master's preferences. He doesn't like living women, only dead ones."
Sympathy flickered in the man's eyes.
Qi Su: "What kind of look is that? Although I can't be your mistress anymore, it doesn't matter. From today onwards, I'm your good brother!"
A confused look appeared in the man's eyes.
Qi Su patted him on the shoulder.
"Brother, from today onwards, I officially join your Black Bird Guard. My code name is Black Little Five."
The man in black fell from the roof.
"you--"
Qi Su: "How much is your monthly salary? How's the food usually? When are you going to make me a set of these work clothes?"
The man in black left after saying a few words, then fled in a panic.
"Wait here, I'll go back and ask."
.
Eunuch Wang had planned to depart for the capital in two days.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned; it started snowing the very night they returned to Jincheng.
The cotton-like snowflakes fell intermittently for two or three days.
The snow has blocked the city gates.
Eunuch Wang had no choice but to wait for the snow to pass.
…
This period has been a rare moment of leisure.
Qin merchants would play chess with Dao Ci every day.
"I've heard that you are skilled in observing celestial phenomena. Could you please tell me when we will be able to leave Jincheng and return to the capital?"
A charcoal brazier was lit inside the room.
In the dead of winter, the room was warm and cozy. Wearing only a single layer of clothing was sufficient.
The young monk placed a white piece on the chessboard.
Shaking his head, he said, "The celestial phenomena are merely the continuous heavy snow, but the stars indicate that something big is about to happen."
Qin Shang: "What is it you're talking about, Master?"
The sunlight filtering through the window, along with the snow and sky, fell upon the white-robed monk's brow.
His facial features are sharply defined, and his profile is extremely cold and aloof.
"Some time ago, I saw Venus appear in broad daylight. I also saw a fiery meteor fall in the northwest wilderness. I fear that war will soon break out in Yongzhou."
Upon hearing this, the Qin merchant seemed to be deep in thought.
"Yongzhou is guarded by the Pingxi Commandery, and the Prince of Ying is His Majesty's brother, a brave and skilled warrior. There should be no problem."
The monk shook his head.
"A great general falls, and a new elite emerges. It is also the will of Heaven."
After speaking, his gaze fell heavily on Qin Shang before shifting away.
Qin Shang's heart stirred.
"I have heard that before the Prince of Ying took charge of the Pingxi Governor's Office, the military affairs of the three prefectures of Yong, Liang and Qin were overseen by the former general Pei Yi. This General Pei was extremely loyal to the Great Zhou royal family. Unfortunately, he unexpectedly fell ill and passed away, which was a misfortune for the new dynasty."
His words were pointed.
Although the Pingxi Governor's Office is currently controlled by the Prince of Ying.
Since taking the throne, the King of England has also been trying to divide the military forces of the former Great Zhou. But it has only been seven or eight years, and many people and things from the original Zhou are still there.
Dao Ci's former title as a prince still holds sway in Yongzhou.
Dao Ci chanted a Buddhist prayer.
Lower your eyelashes.
"I only wish that there would be no more war in the world."
…
The morning's fresh snow had just stopped, and the chess game had come to an end.
The Qin merchant was very humble and personally saw Dao Ci off at the door, putting on his coat.
Qin Shang: "Next time, I will definitely not lose to the mage again."
The white-robed monk returned the greeting with his palms together.
At the end of the corridor, someone was holding a plum blossom umbrella and watching the snow.
Hearing the voice, the person turned around.
Her eyebrows resembled pale mountain mists.
Her eyes resembled the shimmering light and misty reflections of a lake.
Holding a section of green bamboo tube in her hand, her face was bright and lively in the crystal-clear world; it was none other than Ayan.
When Qin Shang saw her, his expression changed slightly.
Just as he was about to say something, he saw Ayan looking at Daoci with a smile, her gaze full of meaning.
He then stopped speaking.
"Greetings, Master."
A beautiful young woman, draped in a white fox fur coat, smiled gently and curtsied.
Dao Ci returned the gift with clasped hands.
"It has been several days since we parted at Huatan Temple. The master's demeanor remains as elegant as ever."
The last time we had such a conversation was outside the main hall of Huatan Temple.
She held a bamboo stick in her hand, seeking answers about her marriage prospects.
What was written on the bamboo sticks back then?
A noble person encounters Shuiyun Village, the cold friendship lingers long, the Yellow Pavilion reopens to welcome old guests, and a reunion is held between heaven and earth.
The young monk glanced at the fortune slip and then frowned and remained silent.
If pressed further, simply say, "Everything is fine. Just take it easy."
“Master,” Ayan said with a smile.
He raised the green bamboo tube in his hand.
Now, with the heavy snow of winter, the tender bamboo tubes still have two budding leaves attached, which is quite charming.
"I have a gift for you."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com