Chapter 58 The Broken Statue, the Tiny Bit of Putuo Honey on Yun Jin's Body...
The last bit of Putuo flower honey on Yun Jin's body was truly the last of hers. She usually treasured it dearly, but now that Qin Wenxue had asked, she had no right to refuse.
Shi Wenzhe is a good girl. If she eats the honey from Putuo flowers, all her injuries will be healed, and her cultivation may even improve. Yun Jin is reluctant to part with her, but Qin Wenxue is also reluctant to part with her.
She was reluctant to let Qin Wenxue suffer the heavenly tribulation, and Qin Wenxue was reluctant to let him suffer the pain and injury from hearing the constant commotion.
She walked step by step, her footsteps heavy on the ground. Shi Wenzhe vaguely sensed the stalemate and struggle in the air directed at her, and her heart sank slowly.
Actually, she was very happy to have met the famous Yun Jin. She had seen how much Ming Shu and Qin Wenxue cared about this person along the way.
The ancestral hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, stripping her of all peace and contentment. Shi Wenzhe stood straight, stubbornly refusing to bend an inch, her eyes wide as she watched Yun Jin walk towards her step by step, her feet moving with the force of the wind, carrying a faint but palpable killing intent.
But to her surprise, a hand as white as jade reached out in front of her. Yun Jin opened her palm, revealing a yellow honey pill in her hand, and carefully held it up in front of Shi Wenzhe's eyes, as if afraid of disturbing this cautious and uneasy little rabbit.
Shi Wenzhe was momentarily dazed, a bittersweet feeling spreading through her heart. She hid her heartbeat deep within the most secret corner of her chest, not letting a sound escape her lips.
Yun Jin's palms were covered in calluses, especially her fingertips, which were clearly the hands of someone who practiced swordsmanship year-round. Shi Wenzhe could even imagine her figure, undeterred by wind or rain.
"Miss Shi, please eat quickly," Yun Jin said gently.
Shi Wenzhe raised her hand, dumbfounded, like a turtle that only moves when pushed. Ming Shu looked at her sideways, his fox-like eyes full of confusion.
He asked Qinwenxue softly, "Why do I feel like she's scared? Why is she scared?"
Qin Wenxue chuckled softly but remained silent.
Shi Wenzhe was very well-behaved, almost abnormally so. She was usually very talkative, and it was rare to see her in a depressed mood.
Ming Shu was somewhat unaccustomed to this and paced anxiously in circles in the ancestral hall.
Yun Jin took out a brand new set of clothes from her silver ring and handed them to Qin Wenxue, and then handed another set to Shi Wenzhe, explaining, "My clothes are the only ones in the imperial ring, but you should be able to wear them too, Miss Shi, please change into something."
Shi Wenzhe took the dress in a daze and subconsciously squeezed it. The dress was white and pink, with a soft and delicate fabric. Before she could unfold it, she saw the delicate and eye-catching crabapple blossoms on the hem. Large blossoms filled the entire field of vision, which seemed somewhat out of place on the dress.
Shi Wenzhe pursed his lips, thinking to himself, "Such a straight man's aesthetic."
Yun Jin looked dashing and heroic, and she could hardly imagine how this dress would look on her. However, the dress was so pink and delicate that if she wore it, it might soften her serious demeanor and make her look more gentle.
In that case, the Thirty-Three Palaces would certainly be even more vibrant.
She carefully took it and whispered a thank you.
Yun Jin shook her head, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
Miss Shi was very quiet and seemed quite timid, like a soft little rabbit. Yun Jin liked her very much.
If Ming Shu knew that Shi Wenzhe was viewed this way in Yun Jin's mind, he would immediately stand up and shout, "Injustice!"
Shi Wenzhe was a ruthless bandit, a bandit who bullied the weak and feared the strong. But this bandit did nothing but talk a big game.
Ming Shu scoffed, his breath snorting with displeasure, and he kept muttering to himself with his mouth open.
"How lucky Shi Wenzhe is! This outfit I bought for you is all the rage right now. It's so expensive, it cost me so much money. I'm penniless now, so pitiful. Don't you like this outfit? I haven't seen you wear it in so long." After saying that, she looked aggrieved, raised her fluffy head and nestled in Qin Wenxue's arms, acting coquettishly, occasionally sobbing a little, pretending to say, "Big brother, does Yun Jin not like it? Does she dislike me?"
Shi Wenzhe: "..." This clothes are too hot to handle. She doesn't know whether to accept them or not. She can only look at Qin Wenxue hesitantly, hoping that he will speak.
Xiaoyao and Sanqianke whispered: "#%^_^j#@h This dog is so dramatic %inlm#@"
Yun Jin pursed her lips and denied it: "I don't dislike it."
"Then why aren't you wearing it?" the white fox asked, her eyes brimming with tears.
Yun Jin sighed and said softly, "I'm used to wearing close-fitting clothes every day, so I'm not quite used to it."
Qin Wenxue suddenly spoke up: "Next time you buy flowers, you can make them a little smaller."
Ming Shu gave an "oh," turned his back to the person, and shut himself up.
Qin Wenxue asked softly, "Are you angry?"
Ming Shu: "No, she just doesn't like me. Why should I be angry?"
Yun Jin hurriedly explained, "I don't dislike you."
"Oh, I won't listen, I won't listen. You never wear the clothes I bought for you."
Sometimes, I would hear his face contorted in various colors, he wanted to laugh but dared not, his lips twitched, and he looked like he was possessed.
Qin Wenxue glanced at him, and whether she was amused by Ming Shu or Shi Wenzhe, she laughed out loud, which was rare for her. Even Yun Jin looked at her several times in surprise.
"How about I give you some more pocket money? And let Yun Jin accompany you to the human realm to buy candied hawthorns?"
Ming Shu shook his head, revealing his moist, fox-like eyes: "Really?"
"Yeah, I'm not sad anymore."
"Okay! I want to eat sweet and sour mandarin fish from Jingfu Manlou!" Ming Shu stomped her short legs, looking very happy.
Qin Wenxue agreed: "I'll have Yun Jin take you there."
Shi Wen swallowed weakly and said feebly, "I want to eat too..."
Qin Wenxue tilted his head and chuckled softly. The smile was hidden in his hair as he lowered his head, not very obvious. Only Ming Shu could see it clearly. The joy in his eyes was so intense that it almost became a tangible reality.
Shi Wenzhe gave an awkward laugh, scratched her cheek, and thought Qin Wenxue was mocking her.
But then Qinwenxue said, "Yes, you're going too."
Hearing that it was folded made him happy.
Qin Wenxue changed into a neat black robe. The luxurious fabric was like flowing ink, which accentuated his tall and slender figure. Sitting there, he looked like a noble and aloof mural, with a sharp and otherworldly aura. Even the flower mark on his forehead seemed a bit brighter.
Shi Wenzhe was shameless. After getting to know Yun Jin, he took out a wooden comb from his storage ring and stepped forward to fix her hair, tying it into a very dashing ponytail. He also put on the silver hairpin that was about to fall off. Yun Jin smiled very serenely, like a beautiful lotus emerging from the water.
Ming Shu glanced at her sideways, looking very displeased. Shi Wenzhe wanted to tease him, so she couldn't resist stroking his fur and even burrowed her belly when Ming Shu wasn't looking. In the end, she received a merciless kick from him.
The kick was light and didn't hurt at all. Shi Wenzhe was silly and happy. Finally, he hesitated for a moment and looked at Qin Wenxue, who was sitting quietly in front of the clay statue.
Qin Wenxue gave her a light, sharp look, and Shi Wenzhe paused for a second.
Ming Shu was laughing heartily, his laughter was so bright.
But she wasn't afraid. She grinned and leaned closer, saying solicitously, "Shall I comb your hair? Your tassel..." She looked around but couldn't find it, so she asked in surprise, "Where's the tassel?"
The tassel was held in Qin Wenxue's hand, and the long silver chain hung down, shimmering with light.
Shi Wenzhe was about to stealthily pull it out, but Qin Wenxue moved her hand away. She was a little disappointed. Yun Jin, who was beside her, handed over a few red ribbons. Shi Wenzhe glanced at them and saw that the ribbons were decorated with exquisite pearls and jade, and there were also a few strands of pearl tassels hanging straight down.
It's very pretty; Qinwenxue would look amazing wearing it.
She swallowed hard, looking like a lovesick fool, clutching the ribbon tightly in her hand, as if she would bravely forge ahead even if there were countless obstacles in front of her.
Qin Wenxue lowered her eyes, seemingly unaware of her presence. Shi Wenzhe found an excellent motive, quietly moved behind her, and gathered up that long, snow-white hair.
His subordinate's body stiffened for a moment, and Shi Wenzhe also paused nervously. However, Qin Wenxue said nothing and did not move her body. Shi Wenzhe breathed a sigh of relief and was overjoyed. He then boldly began to touch her.
The clay statue, devoid of sorrow or joy, stood like a silent observer, witnessing a whole night of happiness. Shi Wenzhe's last memory lingered in Qin Wenxue's warm embrace; her face was serene as she slept soundly, leaning on Qin Wenxue's shoulder. Ming Shu, having turned into a puddle of water, slept in an exceptionally unrestrained posture, her soft belly exposed, nestled peacefully in Yun Jin's embrace. They were like a few stray animals, a small ancestral hall becoming their shelter from the wind and rain. This place was extremely hard-won, so they cherished it all the more, feeling immense happiness, even their dreams were sweet.
The vortex of the Cycle of Life and Death spun outside the ancestral hall, threatening to devour everything in the world. Its dark, gaping opening silently faced the wooden door of the ancestral hall, poised to pounce and devour all the living things inside.
"Crackling sounds..." The sound of objects breaking came from the ancestral hall. The sound was not obvious at all, more like the faint sound of mice digging holes and stirring up straw.
Qin Wenxue suddenly looked up, her sharp eyes sweeping over the clay statue. The statue's skin was cracked, and mottled cracks spread from its neck to its face, with tiny fragments falling off. Gradually, the fragments grew larger and larger, and the clay statue peeled off piece by piece. Qin Wenxue's finger bones turned white, and the spiritual power in her hands was ready to be unleashed.
Shi Wenzhe scratched her chin, finding it a bit noisy. She snuggled against Qin Wenxue's neck like a child throwing a tantrum. Qin Wenxue raised his head slightly, letting her play around. Everyone in the ancestral hall except him was fast asleep, even Chongming was not spared. Qin Wenxue frowned slightly, feeling that something was amiss.
Chongming and Sanqianke are merely swords that have developed sentience; how could they be asleep? They must be asleep, unless someone deliberately sealed their sentience, turning them into ordinary swords. Qin Wenxue's eyes flashed with cold light, and the wooden ring glowed faintly red, casting an ominous red light upon Qin Wenxue's frosty face.
"Bang—" The clay statue's outer skin finally peeled off completely, producing a sound like rocks rolling down and exploding. The group of people and the dog were all jolted awake.
She heard a buzzing sound in her ear, and the explosion made her almost dizzy. She stared blankly at Qin Wenxue, her eyes still wet with tears, wondering what had happened.
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