Chapter 35 Chapter 35 "Then let the master leave."...
Chen Qian gasped violently and suddenly came to his senses.
The misty white moonlight covered the mountain path like silk. It was quiet all around, with only the occasional rustling of leaves.
He let out a long breath and looked at his hands in surprise.
The scene just now was real and vivid, as if it had happened somewhere before: thick darkness, the smell of damp corruption, the echo of dripping water, the squeaking sound of boots soaking up water in puddles, and the gorgeous woman in the golden cage.
Her eyebrows and eyes are bright and beautiful, her skin is white and jade-like with overlapping ambiguous traces, and her belly is bulging.
He closed his eyes tightly.
That's Yao Ning.
No! He shook his head violently, trying to wake himself up.
That's not Yao Ning, no.
Yao Ning is his wife, the person he admires and whose feelings he realized not long ago. He respects her and loves her, feels guilty and pity for her, but he would never humiliate her like that.
He leaned against the rocks, closed his eyes and silently recited the nine-character mantra to mobilize his qi and dispel evil thoughts.
After nine thousand nine hundred times, Chen Qian opened his eyes. The light in his eyes was already clear. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and walked forward slowly.
He didn't notice that the rock he had been leaning against behind him was making a "sizzling" sound, and its surface was melting and decaying, turning into a pile of black dust and dissipating in the night wind.
Chen Qian returned to Wendao Peak alone.
As soon as he entered the hall, he heard an excited voice from afar: "Master? Master! Master, you're back!"
The young disciple came out like the wind, looking behind Chen Qian with a smile on his face: "Huh? Where's the uncle?"
Chen Qian's face turned slightly pale, and he walked past her and went inside.
Xianxian tiptoed to look outside, but saw no one. The smile on her face fell, and she followed Shen Qian with a pursed mouth: "Master, where is my uncle? Didn't you go to bring my uncle back? Where is my uncle? Why did you come back alone..."
Chen Qian felt a headache and was annoyed by Xianxian's chattering, but he still managed to be patient and tried to comfort his disciple: "Master Uncle is staying at Wending Peak tonight, at Master Chu's place."
When I turned around, I saw Xianxian's face was gloomy and tears were about to burst out in her eyes.
"Why? Why doesn't Master Uncle go back to Dao Peak? This is her home."
Chen Qian's heart stagnated, but he didn't know how to explain the whole thing to Xianxian, so he had to put it aside for the time being: "It's cold on Wending Peak, pack up Master's clothes, bedding, and stove and send them over as soon as possible, and..."
"Wow--"
Xianxian burst into tears, tears falling like beads from a broken string.
Chen Qian forgot his pain for a moment and watched helplessly as she cried so loudly that it startled the birds perched in the trees.
"Uncle Master, why didn't you go back to Daofeng? Is it because I'm too stupid and bad, and I brought shame to you? I... I've changed. Now I get up at noon every day and practice magic for three hours a day. I won't be lazy anymore. Uncle Master, please don't abandon Xianxian, okay?"
Xianxian is actually older than Yao Ning in terms of age, but because she is a reincarnated soul, she has forgotten all her past. It is like she has grown up again in a new body, and her mind is similar to that of a child.
She cried so loudly that Chen Qian didn't know what to do for a moment.
He looked at Xianxian and thought, this disciple has always been close to Yao Ning. If Yao Ning saw her sad look, I am afraid that even if she doesn't show it on her face, her heart will soften...
Shen Qian's eyes lit up.
Yes, Yao Ning will be soft-hearted towards Xianxian.
Xianxian cried until she was out of breath, and through her tearful eyes, she suddenly realized that the way her master looked at her became strange and unnatural.
She burped and subconsciously stopped crying.
Fear asked, "Master, why are you looking at me like that?"
*
Half a minute later, we reached the top of the mountain.
Xianxian's eyes were red and swollen, and he yelled "Wow".
"Master, why didn't you go back to Daofeng? Is it because I'm too stupid and bad, and I brought shame to Master? I have changed everything. Now I get up at noon every day and practice magic for three hours a day. I won't be lazy anymore. Master, please don't abandon Xianxian, okay? Okay! Wow wow wow——"
Yao Ning stared at the crying girl, at a loss as to what to do.
"Uncle Master! I've been waiting for you for a long time." Xianxian came over and pulled her sleeve. "The Sect Master said that Master and Uncle Master will be back tonight. I've already spread out the warm quilts and lit the red stove, just waiting for Uncle Master to come back."
If it was originally because of the pressure from Chen Qian, and there was a bit of performance in it, but at this point, Xianxian was really uncomfortable. She hugged Yao Ning's waist and rubbed her head against him like a naughty child.
"When my uncle left, I didn't tell Master because I thought he was unhappy, so I decided to go down the mountain and relax." Xianxian raised her tearful eyes and curled her lips, "But my uncle never came back. Master said he didn't want us anymore..."
Yao Ning felt a headache after hearing this, and anger surged in his heart like a tide, and he even laughed out of anger.
Little did she know that Chen Qian was also capable of such double-dealing.
Although he was angry, Yao Ning could not get angry at Xianxian. Instead, he felt a little guilty and embarrassed.
She touched her head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Xianxian raised his face, his eyes, nose and mouth wrinkled into a ball: "Then why doesn't Master Uncle go back to Daodao Peak? Why doesn't he go back to our own home?"
Yao Ning rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath: "Your master and I——"
She chose her words: "We've divorced."
"Divorce?"
"It means we are no longer Taoist companions or husband and wife."
Xianxian was stunned: "Why?"
"No reason. There are people in this world who love each other, and there are also people who hate each other." Yao Ning lowered his eyes, and his expression could not be seen in the dim light. "Xianxian, if you miss me, come to Wending Peak to find me in the future, okay?"
"Not good!" Xianxian stood up suddenly, "Wending Peak is too cold. Uncle Master is afraid of the cold and can't stay there for long."
Yao Ning was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Xianxian's reason to be this. It seemed as if a small warm current flowed through his heart, and he suddenly felt sore, soft and swollen.
Xianxian's eyelashes were wet and shone softly under the light. She held Yao Ning's already cold hands, brought them to her mouth, blew on them to warm them, and then rubbed them.
The girl's eyes were clear and full of expectation: "Uncle Master, please come home with me. It's warm there."
Being stared at by such a pair of innocent eyes, Yao Ning couldn't refuse immediately.
She looked away uncomfortably: "Your master is at Wendao Peak, it's not appropriate for me to go..."
"Then let the master leave."
"What?"
"Ahem, I mean, Master doesn't come back very often." Xianxian realized that he had just spoken rudely in the heat of the moment, his eyes flickering. "It seems he didn't come back today. Who knows where he went? He might be discussing matters with the Sect Master in the Taishi Hall. And many of my fellow disciples heard that Master would be back tonight, and they haven't slept like me. Humph, what are these people thinking? Don't they know that Master already has an uncle-in-law..."
The girl chattered, her eyes sometimes vague, sometimes indignant.
Yao Ning looked at her quietly, his eyes gradually softening.
The covered hand was filled with warmth, which formed a sharp contrast with the coldness of the body.
Only then did Yao Ning realize that Wending Peak was too cold for her.
Xianxian didn't know when she stopped chattering, and stared at Yao Ning with a feeling of half grievance and half expectation.
"Master, I miss you so much.
"After you left, no one treated me so well anymore. They all laughed at me for being stupid, saying that I had mediocre talent and was not worthy of being a disciple of the master.
"I've been waiting for Uncle Master to come back. I've already mastered the sword technique you taught me."
It turns out that I can also be cared about and missed by others.
Yao Ning's heart was as soft as snow water under the scorching sun.
We should not let this rare affection go to waste.
She held the girl's hand and said, "Let's go."
Xianxian smiled happily: "Yeah!"
At least spend one night with her.
*
Wendao Peak, Yao Ning’s room.
She smiled and looked at Xianxian who was standing upright beside her: "Master is not at home?"
"Ahem." Xianxian's eyes wandered around.
The small room still had all the original furnishings.
Warmth hits you in the face, insulating you from the chill of the spring night. Chestnuts and small oranges are roasting on a small red clay stove, their faint fragrance mingling with the scent of the double-petaled cherry blossoms in the porcelain vase on the table. The candlelight flickers slightly, casting the shadows of three people.
Chen Qian appeared the moment Yao Ning stepped into the Wendao Peak. He showed no dignity of a master in front of Xian Xian, and followed Yao Ning step by step without saying a word.
Xianxian was originally feeling guilty, but when he suddenly met his master's approving gaze, his arrogance suddenly increased. He laughed and said, "Uncle Master, it's too dark at night. I might have seen it wrongly."
The little girl yawned exaggeratedly: "Oh, I'm so sleepy!"
Rubbing his face, he walked out with hazy eyes: "Master and Uncle should also settle down as soon as possible."
When you go out, close the door very neatly.
Yao Ning closed his eyes and vaguely heard a smug chuckle from outside, "Haha", but he didn't know if he had heard it right.
She rubbed her throbbing temples, feeling tired and sleepy.
The chestnuts made a crackling sound, breaking the silence in the room.
Standing in the shadow of the corner, Chen Qian, who tried to reduce his presence, pursed his lips and looked uncontrollably at the woman sitting beside the bed.
It just happened that Yao Ning was looking at me.
Yao Ning glanced at him coldly and then looked away.
The sweet aroma of chestnuts filled the room, and Chen Qian asked her, "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything along the way..."
"go out."
"good."
Chen Qian walked out the door, turned around and closed it, and through a small gap, he couldn't help but take another look.
Yao Ning was wearing white clothes, with black hair hanging down, his skin was as white as snow on a blossoming tree, and his lips were red without any makeup.
Without the eye-catching red clothes and gold ornaments, it is like an empty mountain after a rain, all the dust has been washed away, leaving only the natural and undecorated beauty.
Shen Qian's Adam's apple moved, and his throat felt inexplicably dry.
The chaotic and gorgeous images flashed through his mind uncontrollably, and he hurriedly looked away, like a believer with dirty thoughts, not daring to look directly at Guanyin on the lotus throne.
"close the door."
"yes."
The door closed with a creaky sound.
Yao Ning glanced at the dark figure outside the door, but saw that he had stayed there and did not leave until a quarter of an hour had passed.
She stood up, picked up the chestnut oranges on the stove, set up a small barrier to ensure that they would still be steaming hot and fresh from the oven until tomorrow morning, and then placed them by the door where she could see them at a glance.
Then he blew out the candle and went to bed.
The quilt was fluffy and soft, with a smell of freshly dried. The bed was soft and warm, pulling her consciousness down into a deep sleep.
In a daze, she felt an inexplicable sense of anger rising in her heart.
A few random words flashed through my mind.
"...Many of my fellow disciples, upon hearing that Master would be back tonight, stayed awake just like me..."
Inside the Brahma Temple, she and Shen Qian stood in the courtyard, their eyes peeping in secret like those of jackals, tigers and leopards...
In the Tianshu Sect, Meng Yaoguang was a resplendent figure, a princess among the mortal realm, and the eldest daughter of a prominent sect. When her eyes met with Shen Qian's, their childhood sweethearts' affection flowed naturally, their feelings for each other evident in a single glance...
In the restaurant, the storyteller slammed the gavel and said, "The envoy has no wife, and Luofu has no husband. What a perfect couple made in heaven..."
“Brother Shen, I don’t mind you being cold and boring, will you marry me?”
"You love me, okay?"
"You're just a tool."
The voices of different people mixed with the chaotic scenes, one after another, and the echoes were endless. The vague hostility suddenly surged, and Yao Ning felt a pain in his consciousness.
An extremely clear and real, yet indescribable scene flashed through my mind.
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