Chapter 146 The Living Dead of the Xie Family
On this day, the master assigned a task to the sect, asking Xie Zao Zao to take his junior brother to the back mountain to collect Zixia Dew. Zixia Dew will only stay for a moment in the petals of Zixia flower in the early morning, and will evaporate if the time is wrong.
Xie made preparations early in advance, carefully sorting out the things he would need for the next day and placing them neatly in front of the bed. He was even afraid that it would take time to get dressed after getting up, so he simply slept with his clothes on.
After she was fully armed, she fell asleep.
Perhaps because he was so well prepared, Xie Zao Zao thought he could stay in bed longer, and he slept until dawn.
She sat up in confusion and looked at her junior brother who was sitting in the middle of the room with a look of disgust on his face, wondering why her junior brother was in my room?
But since he was dressed properly, Xie Zao Zao didn't make a big fuss. He struggled to get up and looked at his junior brother with sleepy eyes: "Why are you here? Didn't you knock before entering the room?"
Fu Yanzhi said coldly: "If I hadn't knocked a hole in the door, I would have thought that I couldn't hear you."
Xie Zao Zao woke up suddenly and looked at the hole on the door behind Fu Yanzhi in silence.
Naturally, I missed this day.
The younger junior brother's voice remained calm, but he said something that made Xie blush early: "Senior sister is such a languid person, it really broadens my horizons."
Xie Zao Zao didn't blush at all: "Have you never slept in?"
Junior Brother: "Really not."
Xie Zaozao: "Then you have to learn from me. It's better to have a balance between tension and relaxation in life."
The junior disciple said, "I'm grateful for your advice."
Xie Zaozao was very satisfied with his junior brother's obedience, but his expression was totally inconsistent with his words of admitting defeat.
"Junior brother, do you hate me?"
"Hate."
Xie Zaozao was very sad and only ate a few bites of breakfast. Fu Yanzhi wanted to say something several times but finally said nothing.
The two were late and were severely reprimanded by Qingyue Jun: "Zao Zao, why are you so lazy? The purple clouds only bloom for two days a year. If you miss it, where will you find the elixir that will help you improve your cultivation this year?"
Xie Zaozao stared at Qingyue Jun in a daze. Qingyue Jun was the most elegant and handsome among all the immortals. Standing there, he was like the soft and white moonlight, making people feel gentle, so everyone preferred to call him by his honorific title, Qingyue Jun.
Qingyue-jun looked just as she remembered him, but for some reason, she felt as if he were from another world.
"Master..." she said softly, with tears in the corners of her eyes, but she didn't know where these tears came from.
Qingyue Jun sighed at her expression and said, "You must go early tomorrow and don't miss the time."
Xie Zao Zao nodded, and then heard Qing Yuejun say again: "After the Zixia Dew is obtained and the elixir is refined, I will give it to your father, mother and brother to prolong their lives."
Xie Zao Zao was stunned.
What?
Father, mother, and younger brother?
Yes, she has a family, her family is...
My memory of my family is so vague, as if we have never lived together. How could this be?
She felt a headache and didn't want to think about it anymore, so she left in a daze.
That night, the junior apprentice brother brought a quilt directly to Xie Zaozao's room and spread it on the floor: "I'll call you tomorrow."
Xie Zaozao wondered if it was really necessary to go to all this trouble.
As a result, the next day, when her junior brother was almost stabbed to death by her sword for calling her, she admitted embarrassedly that it seemed necessary.
The two of them went up the mountain together, waiting for the purple clouds to bloom on the top of the mountain. Xie Zao Zao discovered a wound on his junior brother's neck, which seemed to be scratched by a sword.
It must have been her who poked it just now.
Xie Zaozao felt a little embarrassed and took out a bottle of medicine from his arms: "Junior brother, let me help you apply the medicine."
Fu Yanzhi wanted to refuse, but Xie Zao Zao came up to him and applied the ointment on his neck: "Don't move. If you move again, your clothes will be dirty and you won't be able to wash them clean, so you have to throw them away."
Fu Yanzhi stopped moving and sat up straight.
The medicine seemed to be very expensive, with a faint floral scent. As soon as it was applied, the wound began to show signs of healing.
Fu Yanzhi asked, "What kind of medicine is this?"
"I don't remember what it was, along with the Thousand Mountain Snow Lotus and the Ice Lotus Seeds." Xie Zaozao casually tossed the medicine into Fu Yanzhi's hand. "If you like it, I'll give it to you. I have plenty more."
"Does the Lin family have such good things?" Fu Yan asked subconsciously.
He followed Xie Zao Zao to this world he had never seen before. There were senior brothers and masters, and everyone could wield swords, and even cast spells without talismans.
And Xie Zaozao is so accustomed to this world.
If they said they had seen it at the Lin family and therefore did not value it, Fu Yanzhi had no doubt that if the Lin family had these, they would not have asked the Fu family for help.
But Xie Zaozao was very puzzled by his question and felt that he seemed to have a problem with his brain.
"I just said it's too early."
These words were so natural that Fu Yanzhi began to suspect that the man who danced with swords in the yard before dawn every day was not the Xie Zaozao in front of him.
When the time came, the purple mist flowers bloomed, and crystal clear dew seeped out from the center of the flowers, carrying a faint fragrance. Xie Zaozao took out a few crystal clear bottles from his arms, carefully collected the dew and took it back.
After the Zixia Pill was made, Qingyue Jun carefully packed the pill and handed it to Xie Zaozao: "Take it home."
Xie had packed up the pills early and was about to go down the mountain. Just as he reached the gate, he saw his junior brother leaning against a tree. The young man had beautiful eyebrows and a tall and graceful figure. He casually held a long sword in his arms, and his black hair was tied up high. Seeing Xie coming early, he raised his eyes lazily.
"Senior Sister, I heard you were going down the mountain, I want to go too."
Xie Zaozao thought it was nothing, so she took Fu Yan down the mountain.
I thought Fu Yanzhi would go out for fun on his own after coming down the mountain, but I didn't expect him to follow Xie Zao Zao all the way to the gate of the Xie family.
When he reached the door, Xie Zao Zao subconsciously stopped and looked at Fu Yanzhi: "Junior brother, why are you still following me?"
Fu Yanzhi said: "Say hello to Senior Sister's family."
Xie Zaozhao felt something strange in her mind, but she couldn't explain why she had such a feeling. She suppressed the strange feeling and opened the door.
What came into view was a dilapidated yard, with dead grass growing in the flower beds and the emerald green water in the pond now overgrown with moss and aquatic plants, with no fish to be seen.
In the middle of the yard stood a hunched figure, wearing the clothes of a servant in the Xie residence, sweeping the floor stumblingly.
Xie Zao Zao took a step forward and called softly, "Uncle Chen."
The figure turned to look at her, rolled his eyes, and said nothing. His face was pale and covered with corpse spots.
Xie Zao Zao was stunned.
The old man in front of me, who watched me grow up, is full of death energy. It is obvious that he is not a living person. Why can he still move?
Should she feel weird?
There was a strange sense of incongruity, as if everything was familiar. She took out the pill and walked over to put it into Uncle Chen's mouth. The corpse spots on Uncle Chen's face disappeared, but he was still the same as before, with dull eyes, stumbling, and walking aimlessly in the yard.
She continued walking inside.
When Xie Zaozao saw the familiar faces of his parents and younger brother, he felt his eyes sore.
The mother sat motionless on a chair, holding her younger brother in her arms, while the father was turning around beside her. The three of them, like Uncle Chen, were covered in corpse spots and unconscious.
She looked very sad, but seemed to be used to it. She went forward to feed them the elixir, but heard the doubtful voice of her junior brother: "Do your parents look like this?"
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