Life and death bond Gu
Chapter Thirty-Four
Zhou Yulin stormed into the room with a menacing air.
The first thing the young man saw was Chen Muyao, who was sitting in a chair, calmly drinking tea. Hearing footsteps, he glanced at Zhou Yulin with a leisurely air.
Is he barely breathing? Is he nearing the end?
A medical miracle that allows people to get out of bed and walk?
Forgive her poor eyesight, but Zhou Yulin couldn't tell that this person was in critical condition. He looked perfectly fine. Who else could it be but Chen Muyao?
"What did the doctor say?"
When Zhou Yulin heard Chen Muyao ask this question, she almost burst out laughing in anger. "What can I say? Of course, I'll say that you're about to die, brother-in-law."
"Oh." Her reply was as dismissive as could be.
Looking at Chen Muyao's energetic appearance, Zhou Yulin recalled the old doctor who was seventy or eighty years old and figured that the doctor must be old and his eyesight was failing.
But it was a good thing. Seeing that the other party was alright, Zhou Yulin simply stopped pretending and looked at the young man with her bright eyes, full of scrutiny. "You are not Xie Wuwang. Who are you? Why did you marry into the Liu family as Xie Wuwang? What is your purpose?"
After asking three questions in a row, the man simply looked at her for a few seconds before looking away and saying calmly, "Who I am is not important."
"Very important."
Hearing the woman's resolute tone, Chen Mu hesitated for a moment, then fell into an even longer silence, only to hear her say, "Who you are is very important to me."
Chen Muyao curled her lips in a mocking smile, her beautiful and clear eyes quietly gazing at Zhou Yulin, "...What if it's not the answer you're looking for?"
Zhou Yulin looked at the young man's bloodless face. He spoke very softly, as if he would melt into the wind at any moment, "Will you also kill me without saying a word, just like the cultivators during the day?"
"If I wanted to kill you, why now?"
If Zhou Yulin wanted to kill him, then he wouldn't have stopped his senior brother.
"I'm sorry, I cannot answer that."
"Is it that you can't or you don't want to?"
"Think what you want."
The two were locked in a stalemate when, just then, the sound of arguing came from outside the door.
Judging from the commotion outside, it seemed the Liu family had found them. Seeing the woman calmly pour herself a cup of tea, Chen Mu raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to hide?"
"It doesn't matter who I marry. As the saying goes, 'A woman follows her husband wherever he goes.' The man who becomes my husband must have had ancestors who were incredibly lucky." Zhou Yulin said this with great candor, so candid that Chen Muyao began to look at her in a different light.
"You can hide in the closet."
Chen Muyao met Zhou Yulin's probing gaze. "I won't hurt you." He clenched the blood-stained handkerchief hidden in his hand.
The door was kicked open, and the steward of the Liu family was puzzled to see that only the son-in-law who lived off his wife was inside. "Steward Zhang, is there something you need?"
Of course, there were reports. Someone saw the second young lady run away from her arranged marriage after getting into the eldest son-in-law's carriage. Now, not only has the carriage been destroyed halfway, but the eldest son-in-law is also seeing a doctor at a pharmacy. How could Steward Zhang not be at ease?
"Search!" Steward Zhang ordered the guards behind him in a condescending manner.
The teacup hit the table, and in the dead silence, the usually gentle and weak son-in-law chuckled, "Manager Zhang barged in without asking any questions, and now he wants to search my room. Does he not respect me at all? Or do you not respect Miss Zhang and think that I, as her son-in-law, have no say?"
Manager Zhang's face darkened at being flattered. "Of course... no," he said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile. "The son-in-law is naturally the master of the mansion, but he's not here right now."
"Oh, outside the mansion?" The young man looked intently at Steward Zhang. "Then where is the search warrant? How dare you break into a private residence without a search warrant? Steward Zhang, how many lives do you have to disregard the law?" The man spoke slowly and calmly, without even a modus operandi, yet this man, who had always been transparent in the mansion, made Steward Zhang, who had been in charge for many years, feel somewhat troubled.
"..."
"Who's in charge?" a guard asked, unsure of what to do.
"Withdraw." Manager Zhang gave the young man a meaningful look.
The guard who had just barged in was forced to leave the room, and Steward Zhang had to respectfully close the door behind him.
After confirming that the people from the Liu family had gone far away, Zhou Yulin came out of the wardrobe. The conversation just now had clearly reached her ears. She was somewhat surprised that her brother-in-law, who was usually peaceful and unassuming, could be so domineering.
She was about to make a few teasing remarks when she smelled a strong odor of blood.
She suddenly looked at the person in the chair. The young man's fingers were drooping, and the handkerchief on the ground was stained with blood. The old doctor's deep voice echoed in her ears again, "Young master is probably not long for this world."
Chen Muyao cannot die.
A thought quickly spread through my mind: "Where's the doctor! The doctor!"
A servant boy entered, panting. "Miss, I'm so sorry, Physician Sun just went out with that immortal to get medicine and hasn't returned yet."
"What about the other pharmacists?"
"Only Pharmacist Sun is on duty today."
It would take about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to get to the fastest pharmacy from here. Zhou Yulin placed her hand on the young man's pulse, which was even weaker than that of an elderly man in his twilight years. He probably couldn't withstand any more trouble.
"Okay, you can go now."
Zhou Yulin looked at the young man sitting in the shadows.
Thinking back to their first meeting years ago, he sat in the shade of a tree watching her get embarrassed and said jokingly, "So this is the strength of a disciple of the Xuanling Sect?"
He truly loathed her, yet honestly, he had never done a single bad thing in all these years. Zhou Yulin hated her father, but at this moment, she wondered if there had ever been a moment when she felt Chen Muyao was actually innocent.
A savior with a sword-like spirit and a heart of Tao.
Whether it's fake or real, Zhou Yulin simply cannot bear to watch her friend die in the "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" painting.
"Senior, I want to save him."
The voice inside her body murmured, "So you've finally decided to cultivate with him?"
But the next moment, a sharp explosion rang in her mind, "No! If you want to cultivate together, you can't do it with this person who's about to die, right? This... this isn't appropriate either emotionally or logically!"
“Senior, I don’t want to cultivate with him. He’s dying, and I want to save him.”
The solemn atmosphere was completely ruined by this person's few words.
Why would you save a dying man?
He is in your heart; he is someone you care about.
You wouldn't happen to like Young Master Chen, would you?
"He is a friend of mine."
That's all, Zhou Yulin added in her mind.
A friend? He didn't believe it, but he wouldn't investigate further.
Some things are better left for young people to figure out on their own.
"Shared Fate Gu".
When Zhou Yulin heard these three words, her eyes flickered slightly, but she did not flinch at all.
“The situation is critical. I need to place the mother Gu on you and the child Gu on him. From now on, you two will share a lifespan. As long as you live, he will not die easily. If one of you is injured, the other will suffer a thousand times more back, until death do you part.”
He paused for a few seconds, seemingly sighing, seemingly wistful, "Have you... made up your mind?"
"I've made up my mind, senior."
The last snowflake that had accumulated in winter melted away.
As nature awakens, springtime unfolds across the land.
On his way back after getting the medicine, Xuan Qingxian bought a few seasonal cakes.
The old lady selling pastries, seeing such a handsome man, couldn't help but laugh and tease, "Immortal Lord, are these pastries for your sweetheart?"
Even the most upright and unyielding senior brother in the Xuanling Sect had his icy expression melt away at this moment, and without the slightest hesitation, he chuckled and said, "Yes, that person is the bright moon in my heart, the one I love."
*
When Xuan Qingxian returned after buying pastries, the sun had already set. He walked through the ruins of the pharmacy to the door of the guest room, knocked, and only after hearing a voice from inside did he push the door open and enter.
"I asked the shopkeeper to add extra sugar to the Four Seasons Cake," Xuan Qingxian said with a smile, carrying the cakes. "Junior Sister, eat it while it's hot."
Zhou Yulin took the pastries and placed them on the table. She didn't take the first piece for herself, but handed it to Xuan Qingxian instead. "Senior brother is always like this. He takes good care of everyone, but never cares about himself."
“One year, Master got drunk and dragged you to a sword duel. Your senior brother had just broken through to the Golden Core stage, but he was not flustered at all when facing Master. You blocked all three of Master’s moves.” Zhou Yulin continued to recall with a smile, “At that time, Master was still not satisfied and wanted to continue the duel. I still remember what you said at the time.”
"You said that a master's orders cannot be disobeyed, so I accepted the sword. If the master wins within three sword strikes, and if it falls outside three moves, then I win. If this gets out, it will damage the master's reputation, so please be lenient, master." That old man was so angry that he sobered up considerably.
Xuan Qingxian listened quietly, but also sensed that something was amiss.
"Senior brother, the Xuanling Sect will always be your home."
The words fell like a flowing melody on a zither, their lingering notes echoing in the air.
He replied, "I will remember."
Zhou Yulin knew that she was not at the point where Xuan Qingxian had fallen into demonic possession. There were some things she might not be able to change fundamentally, but having come to the past, she still hoped to be able to change the future in a little bit.
Hearing his senior's reply, Zhou Yulin felt relieved.
Xuan Qingxian stared at his junior sister, who was now relaxed, and shook his head with a smile. "By the way, regarding the Thousand Miles River Bright Map, I consulted the Thousand Machine Book. The so-called Thousand Miles River Bright Map array core is not a fixed location, but rather a node in a certain place as the story progresses."
"In other words, if we choose to break the formation at its core, we have to wait."
"good."
Zhou Yulin hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Let's wait."
Thinking of March 20th in her diary, Zhou Yulin vaguely felt that she was getting close to the so-called truth, the truth that would completely wipe the Liu family out of Jinling.
As night deepened, the people in the room gradually woke up.
The pain in his chest was gone. He remembered that after dealing with the people from the Liu family and resolving the trouble for the second young lady of the Liu family, he lost consciousness.
He poured out the pills from the gourd; there were still nine pills, exactly as he had hoped.
He swallowed one.
Turning around, he saw a woman keeping watch over the night, with candles lit and her head resting on the table. The candlelight flickered, and the woman's sleeping face gradually came to life in the light. Although her face was completely different, he felt as if he were seeing the face of an old friend.
A sudden sharp pain shot through Chen Mu's mind, and a fragment of memory flashed through his mind.
The twelve enormous and magnificent ancient bells rang out like ripples on water, causing peach blossoms all over the mountains to fall in waves. Peach petals fluttered in the air. He stood below the Five Spirits Platform, looking up at the center of the platform, where a girl with her hair in double buns stood. The butterfly hairpin in her hair seemed to be about to take flight, and the bells at her waist made a light and melodious sound in the wind.
He couldn't see the face clearly, but he remembered a distant, aged sentence that had fallen into his ear.
"The spirit sword does not fall from the jade, and recognizes its master."
The Jade Sword is the spirit sword in his sword manual.
Who is that woman?
Chen Muyao couldn't remember.
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