Not spring flowers are given to not spring
Chapter Forty-Two
The sheer green curtains of the bed were blown aside, the candlelight flickered, and a young man's clear and melodious voice drifted down, like jade striking stone, "Awake?"
She met his deep eyes, which were as silent and gentle as spring rain, yet seemed completely unsurprising. Wasn't that the very moment she accepted the Yao Guang Bell? She was gambling that this person would save her life when she was on the brink of death.
Zhou Yulin gripped the corner of the blanket, suppressing the urge to ask unnecessary questions, but couldn't help herself, "You changed my clothes?"
Chen Mu shook his head, his tone casual yet meaningful, "In my eyes, men and women are no different."
"..." Zhou Yulin stared at the other person for a long time before finally speaking softly, "Oh? Then why are your ears red?"
The boy should have answered the simple rhetorical question with ease, but it seemed as if he had touched on something unspeakable, and he replied fiercely, "What does it matter to you if my ears are red? I didn't realize you were so concerned about me."
His tone was still sarcastic as usual, but since this person had saved him today, his words weren't as harsh as usual.
“I remember you weren’t wearing this during the day.” Chen Muyao wore a green robe during the day, but changed into a black robe at night. Zhou Yulin seemed to realize this belatedly and said with a teasing smile, “You carried me back.”
Chen Mu pursed his lips, seemingly unwilling to answer questions about these matters, and remained silent.
Zhou Yulin didn't care about the answer. After the banter, she got back to the main topic, "By the way, did you manage to find out anything about the Qingyun Sect during your registration today?"
"What? Didn't the young sect leader tell you? You need to ask me?" The man drawled, his gaze towards Zhou Yulin carrying a deeper meaning.
"What's going on here?" Zhou Yulin seemed to suddenly realize something. "Chen Muyao, are you..." She frowned, as if she understood the reason for his displeasure, "Displeased?"
"I didn't." She answered almost without hesitation.
"See? Angry people never say they're angry."
Chen Mu choked and looked at Zhou Yulin, who was speaking with a smug expression. The woman continued to lecture him, "You are always so easily angered, you are prone to dying young."
"..." Zhou Yulin spoke with such sincerity and deep emotion that Chen Muyao's face darkened. This unique way of comforting people was truly one of a kind.
As she spoke, the woman took out a bunch of light purple flowers from her storage pouch and handed them to Chen Muyao. The young man's expression froze, his eyes filled with undisguised astonishment and surprise. "Not spring flowers?"
The five-pointed, light purple flowers are definitely not spring flowers.
"It's for you," Zhou Yulin said with a smile, noticing the emotion in Chen Muyao's eyes.
"Didn't you say this was your mother's favorite flower?"
Wait a minute, Zhou Yulin chuckled dryly, feeling a little guilty under the other person's sharp and deep gaze, "Would you believe me if I said this was written in a novel?"
Fortunately, Chen Muyao didn't dwell on how she knew his mother liked Bu Chunhua, and Zhou Yulin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Nothing major has happened in Qingyun Sect recently. If there is anything, it's that the young sect leader, Quan Jin, privately researched forbidden techniques and destroyed his own spiritual veins. When the sect leader of Qingyun Sect found out, he was furious and expelled him from the sect." Chen Muyao summarized Quan Jin's expulsion in a few words.
Hearing this, Zhou Yulin frowned. "You mean he secretly studied forbidden techniques and destroyed his own spiritual veins?" It's unlikely. Given this person's intelligence, it's almost impossible for him to study forbidden techniques, let alone destroy his own spiritual veins while studying them. It's even less likely that Quan Jin would do something so despicable.
"Of course, there is another version of this story." Perhaps seeing Zhou Yulin's disbelief, Chen Muyao patiently told another story, "Young Sect Master Quan Jin wanted to break ties with his father on the spot after discovering that his father was having an affair, which angered the Qingyun Sect Master so much that he destroyed Quan Jin's spiritual veins."
Hearing the second version of the story left Zhou Yulin speechless.
Isn't this even more outrageous? Adultery?
Everyone knows that the Qingyun Sect Master is henpecked. If he dares to have an affair, the Qingyun Sect Master will be the first to die, not Quan Jin.
Zhou Yulin glanced out of the corner of her eye at Chen Muyao, who was chatting with her in a rather leisurely manner. She never imagined that one day she would live under the same roof with this mortal enemy.
Have you considered what would have happened if I hadn't come today?
"No," Zhou Yulin answered readily.
“I never fight a battle I’m not prepared for, Chen Muyao, you won’t not come.”
She took the Yao Guang Bell off and handed it back to the other person, saying, "Now, it's returned to its rightful owner."
The four words "returning the item to its rightful owner" are exceptionally clear.
Her eyes were bright, her face still pale from the pain, but her gaze was clear as she looked at him. "It was said in ancient times that whoever obtains the Yao Guang Bell will always keep his word."
"No need for compliments, I don't like them." Chen Mu shook the bell, turned and left without the slightest hesitation. The sound of the door closing rang out. Looking at the medicine left by this person on the table, Zhou Yulin leaned back on the bed, her mind filled with countless thoughts, but no matter how she tried to sort them out, she couldn't make sense of them.
"Little girl, you're really lucky to be alive."
A voice echoed in his mind, and Zhou Yulin opened his palm and asked softly, "Senior, have I successfully cleansed my marrow?"
Hearing Zhou Yulin's question, the voice paused for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Actually, in principle, this requires a course of treatment. For example, you soak your hands on the first day and your feet on the second. You, little girl, completed a month's worth of treatment in one day. Whether the marrow cleansing was successful or not depends on whether you can attract spiritual energy into your body. In theory, if you rest for a few days and use the spirit-replenishing pills this kid gave you, you should be able to attract spiritual energy into your body someday. Or there's another way..."
Zhou Yulin could hear the hesitation in the voice, and immediately pressed for an answer, "Or what?"
"In extreme situations where one is on the verge of life and death, if the marrow cleansing is successful, spiritual energy will be automatically drawn into the body during the life-or-death situation, and the speed of cultivation will be much faster thereafter."
Unlike ordinary cultivators, from now on, you can break through your cultivation level even while eating, sleeping, or going to the toilet. Unlike the former's gentle explanation, the second method was spoken with much more enthusiasm and a hint of salesmanship. The voice slowly said, "What do you think?"
After a long silence, the voice paused, and Zhou Yulin was seen flipping through the advanced secret manual of the Hehuan Sect. With the sound of turning pages and the occasional click of her tongue, it was clear that she was completely absorbed in the text and had forgotten everything else.
Out of respect for those who enjoy learning, the voice quietly left the scene.
As for Zhou Yulin staring at the posture in the book, she was really curious: could a person really do such a posture?
She read the first chapter today. The book is divided into four chapters: foreplay, middleplay, afterplay, and practice. The foreplay is divided into two parts, one for men and one for women.
The knowledge of the Hehuan Sect is different from other knowledge. Other knowledge can be practiced by oneself after learning it, but this sect requires two people to practice it.
Having learned a great deal but only partially understood, Zhou Yulin closed the book, sighing that the Hehuan Dao was indeed not so easy to cultivate. Looking at those strange and wonderful postures, she wondered who could possibly reach such a level.
She yawned, intending to go to sleep, but when she closed her eyes, she felt that the light outside the window was particularly dazzling. When she looked up, she realized that it was already dawn.
Before she knew it, she had spent the entire night studying advanced secret techniques.
Just as she pulled the blanket over her head, there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door. It was Xu Zuiyue's voice, "Yulin, I need to talk to you about something, it's urgent. Are you awake?"
Zhou Yulin, who was neither awake nor asleep, did not want to answer.
But the knocking on the door grew more urgent, like the White Impermanence who was about to take someone's life, making Zhou Yulin wonder if the person was urging her to leave.
"Yulin!"
The door opened from the inside. Zhou Yulin, enduring her morning grumpiness and the pain all over her body, looked at the woman knocking on the door. This was not Xu Zuiyue at all, but a completely unfamiliar face. Before she could react, the woman swung her hand hard and hit Zhou Yulin on the back of the neck.
Oh no, we've fallen into their trap.
These were Zhou Yulin's last thoughts before she fell into a coma.
"Have they all been caught?" The slow, deliberate female voice sounded somewhat familiar to Zhou Yulin, who was blindfolded. Zhou Yulin hadn't slept for long, which meant she was still in Chang'an. The black cloth strip hadn't been removed, but compared to herself, who could speak, there should be another person beside Zhou Yulin.
The spiritual energy has not yet entered their bodies, but it is known that there are five people with Golden Core cultivation in this room, and the strongest one's cultivation is even close to Nascent Soul.
Suddenly, a breeze carrying the fragrance of lotus wafted past her nose. It was the woman's incense. Because of Princess Shaoguang, only a few people in Chang'an used lotus as incense, and those who did were mostly high-ranking officials and nobles. As Zhou Yulin was pondering when she had offended a noble in Chang'an, the person struggling beside her spoke up, "What do you mean by arresting me?"
Zhou Yulin was used to seeing this old acquaintance and prepared to lie down.
Leave the scheming and intrigue to the female lead; Zhou Yulin chooses to catch up on her already thinning sleep. Unfortunately, things don't go her way; while she's still drowsy, the cloth strips are removed first.
"She is indeed quite attractive." Zhou Yulin pinched her chin with a hand adorned with nail polish, meeting a pair of familiar phoenix eyes. "No wonder she can bewitch men's hearts."
Yin Xinglu disgustedly wiped her hand that had just touched Zhou Yulin's chin, and threw the handkerchief she had used to wipe her hands on the ground like trash. "One of them will be thrown into a brothel, and the other into an auction house. I want to see which one that brat will choose."
A deadbeat dressed in black asked, "Miss, which one should we throw into the brothel?"
Yin Xinglu glanced at the two people tied up on the ground and casually pronounced their fates, "Naturally, the one who is prettier will be sent to a brothel, and the other will be sent to an auction house." Her innocent tone and smiling face conveyed cruel words.
Unlike Xu Zuiyue, who struggled desperately upon hearing this, Zhou Yulin was thinking about what a brothel was. In her previous life, she had seen her second senior brother enjoy going there and had thought about going with him, but he always managed to shake her off.
According to the second senior brother, the brothel was a gang that was picked up by the Hehuan Sect.
Zhou Yulin was still a little excited just thinking about the fact that he had just learned the Taoist methods of the Hehuan Sect last night. He never expected to have the opportunity to visit them today.
"I want to go to a brothel."
Yin Xinglu looked at Zhou Yulin, who had volunteered, and her face was beaming with joy. "Alright, then I'll do as you say this time."
Hearing this, Xu Zuiyue's face turned extremely pale, not only for herself but also for Zhou Yulin. She hadn't expected that at this moment, Zhou Yulin would step forward and accept the brothel she didn't want to go to. For a moment, Xu Zuiyue felt a deep sense of sorrow.
"Alright, send the letter."
Yin Xinglu smiled and propped her head up with her hand, looking on expectantly.
"The show is about to begin tonight, and the leading lady must dress up for the occasion."
She glanced at the calm and composed Zhou Yulin, then at the ashen-faced Xu Zuiyue, and ordered the people beside her, "What are you all standing there for? Why don't you take them downstairs to get ready?"
Although he didn't understand his master's intentions, Deadpool still respectfully replied, "Yes."
Yin Xinglu picked up a chess piece from the unfinished game on the table, but instead of putting it down immediately, she slowly rubbed it in her hand.
Whatever belongs to Yin Xinglu is hers, no matter what.
Since that brat wants to steal it, then don't blame her for targeting the people around him.
Simply killing that brat would be too boring. What Yin Xinglu likes to see is precisely the helpless state of those self-righteous saviors.
The black piece in her hand fell to the ground, instantly cutting off the white piece's retreat. Yin Xinglu's lips curled into a bright smile.
"This is so exciting! Who will you choose?"
It doesn't matter who he chooses, because Yin Xinglu will make it impossible for him to save anyone.
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