Chapter 124: Lighting the Fire "Then I'll have to entrust you with the difficult task of lighting the fire...
Yun Wanzhou's treasonous behavior instantly brought him back to his senses. Realizing his own misconduct, he broke free from Xie Wuyang's embrace and said, "Let me do it."
There was a soft sound as the fire started, illuminating the faces of the two people.
Xie Wuyang's gaze moved steadily from Yun Wanzhou's eyebrows to his chin, and then fell on his ear which was still flushed. It felt so familiar after a long time.
Xie Wuyang didn't know how long he had been unconscious. There was a faint voice in his heart saying that they were reunited after a long separation. It seemed like he hadn't seen this face for a long time.
Yun Wanzhou felt uncomfortable being stared at. He avoided Xie Wuyang's gaze and looked elsewhere, thinking he had perfectly diverted attention. "You've been sleeping for a long time."
"Yeah." Xie Wuyang looked at his red neck and didn't expose his words. "I feel it."
"It has been seven months since the day of the trial."
Xie Wuyang nodded in agreement, "It's indeed been a long time."
"Yes." After finishing this topic, Yun Wanzhou began to look for a new one. "This is the Demon Realm."
Everything has its place. As a demon, there is a huge difference between being in the human world and the demon world.
Although Xie Wuyang noticed something after waking up, he felt something different when he heard it from Yun Wanzhou.
An immortal who hates evil, is a role model of righteousness, and is spotless, was willing to condescend and hide in the demon world for him.
Along with this, all the things that happened on the road to escape also came to his mind. He couldn't tell whether he was more happy that this person risked his life to save him, or he felt more pity for this person who fell into the mud because of him. Xie Wuyang just felt a blockage in his heart, and all his emotions were unpleasant.
Yun Wanzhou whispered about their current situation, "We are now in a small village on the border of the Demon Realm, called Evil Ghost Village. It was Aunt Zhang who saved us, and this is her..."
"Master." Xie Wuyang suddenly spoke.
Yun Wanzhou paused, looking up at him in confusion.
After several months of coma, the two pairs of eyes met again, and they were suddenly startled to realize that they had both changed a lot.
Xie Wuyang's pair of peach blossom eyes were more beautiful with a wider upward curve, and they were more bewitching, like a whirlpool in the deep sea, sucking people's consciousness firmly.
Yun Wanzhou felt as if his soul had been taken away for a moment. His thoughts froze, and only his instinctive heartbeat and breathing, and the person in front of him remained.
Xie Wuyang suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips curled up to touch his face, he was not sure what he was worried about, in the end he just smoothed the hair by Yun Wanzhou's ear, "Master has lost weight."
He rubbed his fingers, feeling the coolness brush against his cheeks, and rubbed them back and forth.
Yun Wanzhou was stunned for a moment and forgot to dodge.
The two people's faces were getting closer and closer, so close that their breaths intertwined and fell on each other's faces, stirring up an indescribable itch and wetness.
Xie Wuyang's breathing gradually became heavy, as if he was suppressing a wild beast that was about to break out of its cage and burst out in an instant.
The atmosphere is charming and intoxicating, and they are about to touch each other.
Yun Wanzhou suddenly woke up and stood up, taking a step back, looking flustered. "You just woke up and haven't eaten yet. I'll go get you some food."
Xie Wuyang had something to say, and raised his hand to grab him, but only touched half of his sleeve which flashed by.
Yun Wanzhou's steps were disorderly and he fled in panic.
The candle flame was extinguished by the wind and then rekindled.
In a flash, the room fell silent, with only Xie Wuyang left.
He lowered his eyes and gave a bitter laugh, then leaned back against the headboard and covered his eyes with his hands. It took him a long while to stop his wandering thoughts caused by his emotions and to sort out his memories before he fell into a coma.
The demons and the immortals have been in opposition for hundreds of years, and the grudges are hard to settle and the hostility is hard to dissipate. Everyone in the demon world hates the immortals to the core.
Although ordinary people have no intention of fighting, they are prejudiced against each other due to various reasons.
The demons look down on the immortals, and the immortals also look down on the demons.
Yun Wanzhou took him to escape to the demon world, and luckily he was rescued by someone. It was a blessing in disguise.
But after staying in the Demon Realm for so many days, I’m afraid I can no longer use magic.
Xie Wuyang touched the wound left by the digging of his ribs. The pain was gone, and only a shallow scar remained. No one could tell what had happened here.
The frost needle wounds on his body were hidden, but they were excruciating when they occurred.
Xie Wuyang didn't know how much Yun Wanzhou knew about the whole story of that day. He only remembered that this person saved him from danger, but he didn't ask any questions about the reason behind the incident.
Where does that trust come from?
Now that I have come to my senses, I feel that nothing matters anymore.
This person is right next to you, just outside the door.
Xie Wuyang propped himself up and got out of bed. Lying in bed for a long time made him feel uncomfortable. His body felt weak and his head was dizzy for a while before he woke up.
I opened the door and it was pitch black.
Occasionally, a few lights could be seen in the distance; they were people walking on the road with lanterns in their hands.
Xie Wuyang caught a glimpse of a light out of the corner of his eye, and looked sideways. In the courtyard, the room on the east side was brightly lit, adding a touch of vitality to the dark courtyard.
Xie Wuyang held onto the wall all the way and walked towards the light with unsteady steps.
The fire here was brighter than anywhere else, enough to illuminate everything in the room.
Stove, table, and dry firewood.
Aunt Zhang and Yun Wanzhou stood together in front of the long table, with a half-cut carrot on the chopping board in front of them.
Yun Wanzhou was holding a kitchen knife and gesturing at a carrot with a sad face.
Aunt Zhang smiled with her eyebrows arched. "Just cut it into thin slices of similar size."
Yun Wanzhou took a deep breath, found the right position and started cutting.
These hands wield beautiful swordsmanship, with stunning sword moves, as agile as a startled dragon, astonishing several people.
Now the spiritual weapon has been replaced with a kitchen knife, but it is extremely clumsy.
"Click--" the knife fell with a sound.
Aunt Zhang frowned and said, "Xiao Yun, you cut it too thick. If the gap is too big, the thin slices will be mushy and the thick ones will still be undercooked."
Yun Xianzun listened carefully and nodded solemnly, "Okay."
Another one fell.
Aunt Zhang frowned even tighter, picked up the slices she had cut and placed them next to Yun Wanzhou's slices, and said, "This one is a little too thin."
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."
Aunt Zhang shook her head and took the kitchen knife from Yun Wanzhou. "Let me cut this. Go and help me light a fire."
Yun Wanzhou nodded hesitantly, "Okay."
Yun Wanzhou stood up and walked to the stove, sitting on the small stool next to it.
The firewood behind him was in disarray, which was in stark contrast to his temperament and made him look a bit funny.
Yun Wanzhou was completely unaware and casually grabbed a handful of firewood from behind him. He put his fingertips together as if he wanted to light it with his spiritual power. He glanced at Aunt Zhang but then became hesitant. He withdrew his hand and searched nearby for tools to make a fire.
The firewood was just sticks, which were not easy to ignite. If nothing was added to help it burn, it would take forever for the fire to start.
Xie Wuyang saw it clearly from the door, and although he thought Yun Wanzhou's occasional clumsiness was adorable, he still couldn't bear to see him embarrass himself in front of others.
Perhaps Yun Wanzhou told Aunt Zhang that he had woken up when he came. Aunt Zhang was not too surprised when she saw him. She just smiled and nodded at him. When Xie Wuyang raised his finger to his lips, she understood and did not make a sound.
It wasn't until Xie Wuyang walked up to Yun Wanzhou and stood beside him, casting a shadow over Yun Wanzhou, who was huddled on the stool, that he realized something was happening. However, he didn't recognize Xie Wuyang. "Aunt Zhang, where is the tinderbox?"
Xie Wuyang quietly took the tinder given by Aunt Zhang and handed it under Yun Wanzhou's nose.
"Here."
"Thank you." Yun Wanzhou took the thing and turned around. He was about to light the fire when he suddenly stopped and realized something was wrong.
"Why are you here?" Yun Wanzhou turned his head, looking surprised.
"Master, let me handle these chores." Xie Wuyang gently pulled Yun Wanzhou up from the stool and snatched the tinderbox from his hand. "If I leave it to you, Master, I'm afraid it will take a long time before we can have dinner."
"You can?" Realizing that Xie Wuyang was trying to say that he couldn't make a fire in a different way, Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and looked displeased.
Xie Wuyang curled his lips towards him without saying anything. He just sat down in the seat where Yun Wanzhou had just sat, pulled out the branches he had stuffed into the stove, and replaced them with some dried firewood.
After lighting it, he stuffed some more firewood in, took the blowpipe and blew gently at the fire. The weak flame instantly ignited and illuminated the two people.
In the midst of the swaying, Xie Wuyang turned around to show off and raised his eyebrows, "Master, do you think I did a good job?"
The fragmented firelight imprinted in the eyes is like the stars in the pupils, highlighting the long-lost youthful vigor.
Yun Wanzhou was distracted for a moment and forgot to answer.
Until Xie Wuyang patiently called him again, "Master?"
"Um?"
"Master, won't you praise me?"
"Very good." Yun Wanzhou said dryly, "When did you learn all this?"
Xie Wuyang replied subconsciously: "I learned this skill since I was a homeless person in elementary school."
"He can do it at the age of five?" Yun Wanzhou frowned.
The year he met Xie Wuyang, Xie Wuyang was exactly five years old. But it was snowing heavily at that time. If he knew how to make a fire, how could he almost freeze to death on the street?
Realizing he had let something slip, Xie Wuyang paused for breath, gave a dry laugh, and quickly corrected himself, "Actually, when I was ten years old and had nothing to do, I sneaked into the back mountains and secretly learned it."
Yun Wanzhou grasped the key point, "You set fire to Cangqiong Mountain without permission?"
"No..." Xie Wuyang wanted to continue to quibble, but when he met Yun Wanzhou's eyes, he scratched his hair and slumped his shoulders in self-abandonment. "I set the fire without permission. Master, please punish me."
At worst, he can just copy the meditation mantra ten more times.
We can't let him pay for the extinguished fire with his life, right?
Xie Wuyang muttered to himself.
Unexpectedly, Yun Wanzhou remained silent for a long while, and when he finally spoke, he only said, "This won't happen again."
Xie Wuyang suddenly raised his head and asked in surprise, "Master won't punish me?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded uncomfortably, "Yeah."
Aunt Zhang, standing by, looked at the two of them for a long moment before agreeing with a chuckle, "You've been unconscious these past few days, and your master has been watching over you day and night. Every few days, he'd go to town to get some medicine, then personally cook it and feed it to you. Now that you've finally woken up, how could he bear to punish you?"
"Really?" Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows.
Aunt Zhang was about to say something else when she heard two light coughs from her side.
"Your fire is going out, add more wood."
These things are not difficult, and ordinary people would just help add to the conversation when they see it, but Yun Wanzhou insisted on calling Xie Wuyang. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he didn't want the two of them to continue talking.
Aunt Zhang shut her mouth wisely, her eyes vaguely looking back and forth between the two of them.
Xie Wuyang added more firewood, turned to see Yun Wanzhou looking at him intently, and asked, "Master, will you add more firewood?"
Yun Wanzhou hummed softly, "Yes."
"Then I'll have to entrust the difficult task of making the fire to Master."
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