Chapter 94 Peach Tree "Two years later, I will sit with you..."
When Yun Wanzhou came back from the mountain yesterday, he was concentrating on drawing talismans when an uninvited guest came into the yard.
There are two reasons why it is called an uninvited guest.
First, come uninvited.
Second, act on one's own initiative.
Fu Zhitao was a fool and had both.
In the dead of night, he actually walked straight into Yun Wanzhou's house and said that he had found a good thing and asked his master to try it.
With a respectful expression, he pulled out a piece of talisman paper and, beaming, begged Yun Wanzhou for a reward. "When a cultivator travels, our luggage is very simple. Even bathing is difficult, and we can't even use incense. After much thought, I figured that since talisman paper can transform water and fire, why not make an incense talisman?"
Fu Zhitao spoke cheerfully, completely oblivious to Yun Wanzhou's increasingly stiff expression. "I remember there was a peach tree in front of Master's doorway that I loved very much. I brought you a peach blossom scented tea to try. Master, have you bathed yet?"
Fu Zhitao peered around the room, finally landing on Yun Wanzhou's still-cleaned clothes. "I guess you're busy. How about I help you bathe?"
Seeing Fu Zhitao raising her hand to rip his clothes, Yun Wanzhou's eyebrows jumped, and he suddenly raised his hand to hold the other person's hand, "Wait."
Fuzhitao looked up and looked at him eagerly.
"I..." Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips, swallowing his refusal. "I can do it myself. You go out first."
Fu Zhitao nodded, handed him the talisman paper, considerately filled the bathtub with water, and gave him a few instructions on how to use it. Then he went out contentedly.
Yun Wanzhou was left standing there, staring at the incense talisman in his hand with an unclear emotion.
Apart from that fool Fu Zhitao, I'm afraid no one in the world would give such a thing to their master, right?
Yun Wanzhou sniffed himself and indeed smelled an indescribable odor.
Forget it.
Yun Wanzhou shook his head and untied the waist belt while recalling the instructions that Fu Zhitao told him.
The moment the talisman entered the water and dissolved, the pungent scent of peach blossoms hit Yun Wanzhou's face, making him pause and frown.
Thinking of Fu Zhitao's expression when she handed him the talisman paper, he still stepped in.
If the child knew that he was useless, he would probably be disappointed and sad again.
…
The boy's eyes were straightforward and pure, and he had no idea what difficult question he was asking.
Yun Wanzhou pretended to be calm and scooped a spoonful of vegetable porridge.
He was usually quite cold and harsh towards the disciples of the immortal sect, and he was not much better towards his two disciples.
It would have been fine if Fu Zhitao's soul had been damaged, but when it came to Xie Wuyang, no matter how he answered, it felt awkward.
Do you want him to admit that he took a bath with peach-scented incense?
Yun Wanzhou quickly rejected it in his heart.
He took a sip of the vegetable porridge and said seriously, "Maybe the peach blossoms are blooming somewhere in the lotus pond."
Wax apples have a barrier, and it is not uncommon for some places to have spring all year round.
"So that's how it is." Xie Wuyang nodded. Somehow, he recalled the memory of the day when he took the Iceberg Snow Lotus and vaguely saw his original body.
There is also a peach tree in front of Yun Wanzhou's door.
Flowers bloom and fade every year, but never bear fruit.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but feel a little curious, and casually mentioned, "There is also a peach tree in front of Master's door, and it blooms every year."
Xie Wuyang observed Yun Wanzhou's expression from the corner of his eye. "It's a pity that this peach tree won't bear fruit. Otherwise, Senior Brother Fu and I would have definitely tried some."
"It's Tao Shisan." Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyelids and said suddenly.
Tao Shisan?
This time it was Xie Wuyang who was stunned.
There is a strange tree in the Peach Realm, named Peach Thirteen.
The tree lives up to its name; it takes thirteen years to grow and twenty-six years to bear fruit. It lives forever in a place with rich spiritual energy.
Although the flesh is sweet, it is of little use for cultivation.
No one would spend decades just to plant an ordinary peach tree. Even Xie Wuyang had only seen it in books.
Why was Tao Shisan planted in Yun Wanzhou's courtyard?
Perhaps sensing the doubts in Xie Wuyang's mind, Yun Wanzhou's eyelashes trembled and he raised his head.
He is not good at speaking and does not often show his mood on his face. He never lets others see his joy, anger, sorrow or happiness.
But Xie Wuyang has known him for two lifetimes.
He knew the thin calluses on this man's fingertips from sword practice, knew that a slight exertion of force on his wrist would leave faint red marks, and that his waist was thin and soft.
No one understood Yun Wanzhou's actions and expressions better than him.
The thousands of words and tender affection hidden in those seemingly calm eyes shone into Xie Wuyang's heart, causing him to feel a little pain.
"How many years?" Xie Wuyang asked.
It was so incoherent that Xie Wuyang himself didn't know what he was asking.
But Yun Wanzhou knew, "The twenty-fourth year."
The twenty-fourth year since Tao Shisan planted the seeds.
Twenty-four years ago today, there was another person living there.
The Qiongrao was almost like a thorn in Yun Wanzhou's chest. If he pulled it out, the blood would flow profusely, but if he kept it, the pain would accumulate over time.
Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine.
Xie Wuyang thought of the trace of Qiongrao's soul left in Yun Wanzhou's sea of consciousness.
He wanted to tell the person who was pretending to be strong that the dead could not be resurrected, but if they had faith, there would be a day when they would meet old friends again.
But he wasn't sure whether Qiongrao's spirit, which had resided in Yun Wanzhou's sea of consciousness for several years, could truly leave the sea of consciousness and see Yun Wanzhou again. He was afraid that would only add to his disappointment.
In the struggle between the two, reason finally prevailed.
Xie Wuyang's throat tightened, and he lowered his eyes to hide his expression, "Two years left."
"yes."
"Master." Xie Wuyang suddenly called him in a low voice, cautiously testing him. "If there's a chance, in two years, I'll sit with you in the courtyard and admire the flowers. Perhaps in the blink of an eye, the tree will bear fruit."
The wind is howling outside and winter is coming.
The hot porridge in the room was steaming, warming the people sitting opposite it.
Yun Wanzhou didn't respond. He picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip. After a long time, he uttered a faint "hmm".
The raised eyes seemed to be a melting ice lake with ripples.
Xie Wuyang's heart trembled, and his eyes fell on the wet lips.
All the romantic scenes in the dream were in chaos. Xie Wuyang's eyes were filled with Yun Wanzhou's breathing and eyes filled with lust. If he really wanted to say what he had done, he couldn't remember clearly.
I just vaguely remember that he kissed here.
After breakfast, Yun Wanzhou continued to draw talismans.
Xie Wuyang took the opportunity to take out the talisman paper he had drawn, compared it with the one drawn by Yun Wanzhou, and eliminated a few.
After stacking the talisman paper on top of Yun Wanzhou's, Xie Wuyang felt quite complacent. He picked up the top one, waved it in front of Yun Wanzhou, and asked, "Master, what do you think of the talisman I drew?"
Yun Wanzhou didn't stop his movements. He glanced at the talisman paper and said, "It's okay."
Xie Wuyang's smile deepened as he listened to Yun Wanzhou say, "But you are impatient and irritable. When this is over, you will be punished by copying the Calming Mantra ten times."
Xie Wuyang's smile froze on his face. "Master, this is an emergency, so there's no need to worry about these things, right?"
Yun Wanzhou didn't even look up. "Practice makes perfect."
The pen in his hand seemed to have the wind, and pieces of talisman paper came out one after another.
Xie Wuyang looked at it for a while, then shut up silently and helped Yun Wanzhou try out the talisman he had drawn.
Yun Wanzhou is from the immortal sect and has more knowledge about talismans than Xie Wuyang.
Anything that appears in the book can be roughly drawn, but some talismans created privately by monks are not included in the book, so we can only continue to deduce and try based on the original basic talismans.
The ground cinnabar was used up and replaced with new one.
The waste paper under Xie Wuyang's feet made a circle, and new ones kept coming in front of him.
According to this method, even with his help, Yun Wanzhou would not be able to complete it within three days even if he worked day and night.
Xie Wuyang threw down a few more useless talismans and asked casually, "What if we can't find the talisman on Jiang Lin within three days?"
Yun Wanzhou said calmly, "Think of a way to keep Jiang Lin's soul."
"Use spiritual power?"
"Um."
Xie Wuyang stopped talking again.
Only by working together can Jiang Shutong and Wu Hanfeng retain Jiang Lin's soul for three days.
Although Yun Wanzhou is in the Mahayana stage, his soul is still unstable after coming out of the illusion. In addition, he needs to use the spiritual painting talisman. How long can he keep Jiang Lin?
Xie Wuyang's lips moved, and he really wanted to scold him for "overestimating his abilities", but the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say them. He gradually had some thoughts in his mind.
That night, when Yun Wanzhou was still drawing the talisman seriously, Xie Wuyang stopped what he was doing, closed the door silently and walked out.
The moon above was covered with a veil, casting swaying shadows on the trees.
Xie Wuyang walked on the road under the moonlight.
Faced with a powerful enemy, there were more disciples patrolling the Lianwu Sect than usual, and they would greet Xie Wuyang from time to time.
"Thank you, Immortal Friend."
"Yeah." Xie Wuyang nodded calmly.
"Where are you going, Xianyou Xie?"
Xie Wuyang remained calm, "There are some things I need to check in the dungeon."
"Would you like to accompany me?"
"No need." Xie Wuyang shook his head.
Because he was a disciple of Yun Xianzun and had made a big splash in the competition, most of the disciples knew him.
When he heard that they were going to the dungeon, he subconsciously thought that he was under the order of Yun Xianzun and did not ask any more questions.
The journey was smooth and we soon arrived at the dungeon.
The dim candlelight flickered, and the curses of the demons echoed in the corridor.
Some cursed Jiang Shutong, some cursed Jiang Lin, and some cursed the world of cultivation.
The demons have always advocated the use of force, and they are not well-educated, so they only speak vulgar and vent their anger.
As a member of the same clan, Xie Wuyang has long been accustomed to it.
Only occasionally would I hear some curses that were too harsh, and I would wave my hand to seal the person's throat, making it impossible for him to speak or breathe, and he would suffocate until he passed out.
The barrier that imprisoned Jiang Lin's soul covered most of the cell. Except for the leader's token on Jiang Lin and Yun Wanzhou, no one else could enter easily.
When he was near the barrier, Xie Wuyang stopped as if he was familiar with the place, stuck a few talismans he had prepared temporarily on himself, and hid in the cell closest to the barrier.
He had not been idle in recent days. He had already figured out when Jiang Shutong came to the dungeon every day, how long he stayed there, the gaps between the opening and closing of the barrier, and where its weakest points were.
It is impossible to break the barrier by force with just the Jindan cultivation level.
But Xie Wuyang relied on his extraordinary talent from his previous life to figure out a way to crack the problem.
The barrier recognizes its master and can be broken by the person who set it up. The only way to distinguish them is to rely on the different auras between people's souls.
If you can fake Jiang Shutong's breath, you can successfully enter the barrier.
Xie Wuyang came here every day and kept a lot of Jiang Shutong's spiritual power in case of emergency.
Now is a good time to give it a try.
But it is not easy to fake the aura. No matter how much spiritual power you have, it can only last for a short moment. Once you enter the barrier and your identity is exposed, Xie Wuyang will no longer be able to enter or exit the barrier to escape.
For now, there is only one solution left -
The barrier opens and closes in an instant, and at its most vulnerable moment, a strong attack with spiritual power might give one side a chance of survival.
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