Ask about marriage
“…”
Yanzhu took a bite of the bun, and thought of the day when she was conferred the title, when the Emperor’s gaze was as cold as the abyss, and pursed her lips.
Qingxuan noticed her awkwardness and asked casually, "Are you afraid of the Heavenly Monarch?"
"Afraid."
Yan Zhu's forehead twitched, and she suppressed her fearful thoughts and asked, "When will your cultivation recover?"
Qingxuan sipped his tea calmly: "I don't know."
"Aren't you good at fortune-telling?"
Yanzhu took a bite of the bun, the aroma of the juice stimulated her taste buds, and she saw the man raise his eyelids and look at her.
"A doctor should not treat himself, and a fortune teller should not calculate for himself," he said.
Yan Zhu swallowed the bun in his mouth and thought to himself, "Purifying the turbid air is simple, but human nature is unpredictable. Ninety percent of those strange and chaotic turbid air are man-made. If your cultivation level hasn't recovered yet, it will be difficult for you to wade through this muddy water."
"Are you worried about me?"
The man smiled calmly, "Aren't you here?"
Yan Zhu's eyebrows jumped and she ignored the man's joke.
The small bamboo tube hanging in the flower bed was filled with dew. Qingxuan stood up, walked closer, and turned his hand into a large ladle, pouring dew into it one by one.
Yanzhu cast a skeptical look at him. Was he planning to dig up some grass and cook it together?
Seeing Yan Zhu's puzzled look, Qing Xuan explained, "Brewing tea with spring water and drinking the wind and dew, returning to nature and blending in, is a custom passed down from our Black Crow ancestors."
Yan Zhu picked up the last bun and chewed it slowly, lamenting, "I've heard that you, the Black Crow Clan, are born to know your fate and foresee the future. Whenever disasters, big or small, occur, you always warn the world. It's a pity that the world doesn't know this and regards your appearance as a sign of impending disaster."
She looked at the man who was as calm as a chrysanthemum and asked curiously, "Are you heartbroken?"
"Every living being has his or her own mission,"
Qingxuan curved his lips towards Yanzhu, poured the water from the ladle into the teacup, added charcoal to the fire, and said, "Do your own thing, listen to fate, and don't talk about others."
The fragrance of tea is everywhere, blending with the faint floral scent brought by the breeze in the courtyard, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Yan Zhu reached out and accidentally touched the water scoop that Qing Xuan had placed on the stone table. Suddenly, she heard a "crack" and the scoop suddenly broke into two pieces...
What's going on?
She turned her head and looked at Qingxuan, only to see that the latter's eyes turned dark. He summoned the yarrow beads, closed his eyes, made a hand gesture, and opened his eyes again with a deep look in his eyes.
The man's eyes were dim, and he spoke slowly, "I just counted with my fingers, and you... have been having a lot of secrets lately, and it's not a small one."
In serious cases, life may be in danger.
“…” How unlucky I am.
Yan Zhu asked, "Is there a way to break this? Don't you know how to reverse bad luck and avoid the backlash?"
"Yes, but,"
Qing Xuan spoke with a mysterious air of profound enlightenment, "Yin Yang and the Five Elements, the cycle of nature, with great ups and downs. However, if you make good use of your wisdom and courage, you will surely turn misfortune into fortune and turn the world around."
“…”
Yan Zhu looked Qing Xuan up and down with suspicion. "Has he been possessed by someone? You're actually trying to fool me with the rhetoric of deceitful Taoist priests from the human world?"
But the man looked serious and didn't seem to be faking it.
She opened her mouth timidly and said after a while, "Really?"
Qingxuan nodded, "Stay away from the mirror recently, and don't reveal other secrets. But after all the bad times come the good times, just get through it, and you'll have unexpected gains."
Before Yan Zhu could say anything, Wu Jiu, who had been staying in the space, suddenly became unhappy: "What do you mean by stay away from the mirror? I am the master's companion artifact! Wherever the master is, there I am!"
Yan Zhu nodded and made a solemn decision: "In that case, let's finish the work quickly and come back early. Then we can stay indoors and trouble won't be able to find me."
She stood up, holding Wujiu and walked straight out the door. Qingxuan put down the teacup and followed her in three or two steps.
He smiled and said, "There's no need to be so nervous."
"It's not that simple. I'm afraid it's related to the symbiosis of the spiritual spring and the turbid air."
Yan Zhu paused, pursed her lips and said, "Let's go to the Nine-Layered Temple quickly."
It is the solemn place where the gods meet the Lord of Heaven and the symbol of the entire divine world.
——
Her cultivation was not high enough, so she could only fly with the help of her companion artifact Wujiu, but the speed was slow. Although Qingxuan had lost all her cultivation, her golden elixir was still there, so flying in the air was no problem for her.
In order to hurry up, Qingxuan took Yanzhu by the hand and stepped into the air, turning into a stream of light and heading straight for the temple.
The Nine-Story Temple is majestic and vast, floating steadily on the top of the sky. It is majestic with carved beams and painted buildings. Thousands of steps made of white jade lead directly to the golden and finely carved opening and closing gates. Purple mist lingers on both sides, and the sea of clouds rolls endlessly.
Solemn and dignified, sacred and revered.
Yan Zhu was panting. It was a little difficult for her spiritual power to reach the cloud steps. Qingxuan's cultivation had not yet recovered, so she couldn't delay for too long. Just as she took a deep breath and was about to lift her foot, she saw an extra hand in her sight. The fingers were slender and strong, and the veins on the back of the hand were thriving.
"Do you want to keep the Lord waiting?"
Yanzhu reached out and held that hand.
With Qingxuan's help, she stopped and walked as lightly as flying. After a while, she arrived at the door of the hall. After the divine servant informed them, the two of them entered the hall. They saw that the hall was empty and golden light was spreading. Lamps made of gold foil were shining everywhere. The intricately carved throne of the divine seal exuded a sense of oppression in its noble meaning.
Perhaps the pressure from the Heavenly Sovereign was too strong, so Yan Zhu lowered her eyes and raised her hands to salute along with Qing Xuan: "Yan Zhu, Qing Xuan greets the Heavenly Sovereign."
According to legend, the divine world was without a master hundreds of years ago, so all those who had made great military achievements or attained enlightenment went to the Tianji Tower. Only the one above relied on his wisdom, character and perseverance to reach the top of the tower, was recognized by the Heavenly Dao, and became the master of the divine world.
Tianjun Haotian had a handsome face, a stern expression beneath his fierceness. He opened his eyelids, glanced at the two of them, then closed them again. His voice was calm and low, "I heard that after the Purifying God purified the turbid air, there was a backlash. Are you feeling well?"
Yan Zhu took a breath and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Lord Tian. This is a backlash caused by the turbid air affecting my sea of consciousness for a short period of time. It's not serious and won't delay the purification."
As she finished speaking, she heard a chuckle from above. She looked over and saw Haotian slowly opening his eyes and scoffing, "Why, in the eyes of the Pure Turbid God, I am just someone who enslaves the priests without regard for reason? What do you think, Qingxuan?"
Yan Zhu bowed his head respectfully and said hurriedly, "I dare not."
Qingxuan glanced at Yanzhu, raised his hand and saluted calmly, his voice clear and sharp: "Your Majesty is joking."
Haotian waved his hand, stood up and walked over to the two of them, his eyes suddenly cold but with a hint of curiosity: "You two live together?"
Yanzhu didn't say anything, but she thought to herself that it was not her turn to bear this pressure.
Qingxuan took over and explained, "Your Majesty, I was injured a year ago and my cultivation has yet to recover. Fortunately, the Purifying God has not despised me and has protected me until now. Otherwise, I would have died of the turbid energy or been killed by my enemies."
Hearing this, Tianjun met Qingxuan's gaze meaningfully, and said in a neutral tone: "Oh, you haven't recovered yet."
Yan Zhu was a little surprised. Today, the Heavenly Emperor seemed to be willing to put away his oppression and was particularly easy to talk to.
"Just picked them. Didn't we say we were going to eat peaches last year? It just so happens that they were delivered today."
Haotian waved his sleeves and handed peaches to the two of them. The latter thanked him and heard Haotian continue to chatter, "Did the prophecy stone have any strange signs?"
Qingxuan said: "Not yet."
Unexpectedly, Haotian's chuckle contained a hint of sigh, as if he had anticipated something.
Yan Zhu was just thinking that she was worthy of being the Heavenly Emperor's close minister. Even if she had lost all her cultivation, she could still gain the Heavenly Emperor's favor. She even got a peach. But why were the peaches in the Peach Garden much bigger than those in the back mountain of the Solitary Realm?
As she was wandering around, she heard Haotian ask, "What does the God of Purification think about the turbid air in Baihua Palace?"
She stared back at that day and stammered, "I venture to speculate that Baihua, while nurturing the turbid qi, combined it with the forbidden technique of spiritual spring symbiosis, hiding the turbid qi within the spiritual spring. Perhaps she is seeking a method to control the turbid qi, or perhaps she is connected to the spiritual spring."
Qingxuan added: "Now that the spiritual energy is sinking, the cultivation of the gods and humans is slow or even stagnant. The rising turbid energy has a restraining effect on the spiritual energy. If someone can find a way to cultivate both the spiritual and turbid energy, it would be a blessing. However, "
He paused, and Haotian naturally continued, "It is only necessary to step on innocent people to complete the evolution of spiritual spring and turbid air."
Yanzhu thought of the girls whose spiritual springs were dug out by Baihua. They were indeed innocent.
"You are lucky. In accordance with the will of heaven, the spiritual spring has directly mutated and evolved. It not only purifies the turbid air, but also allows you to directly use the turbid air for cultivation. I dare to guarantee that even the God of War is not your opponent."
There was a hint of sharpness in Haotian's eyes, and Yanzhu even saw some profound meaning in them.
Are you lucky?
Before becoming the Purifying God, she was unable to cultivate due to a mutation in the spiritual spring. She was abandoned and bullied since childhood...
Yan Zhu raised his hand in greeting, "I was born to respond to the times and do my best to serve the divine world."
"What a world for the gods,"
The Heavenly Lord smiled and changed the subject, asking, "Does the God of Purification have a crush on someone?"
Yan Zhu immediately looked up, her eyes widening. What was going on? Did the Heavenly Emperor know that she had...
"Um?"
There was a growing sense of oppression in Haotian's gaze, unlike the relaxed atmosphere of the conversation just now.
Yan Zhu quickly denied, "No, my only wish is to purify the turbid air in my heart, to serve the divine realm, and to repay the Heavenly Sovereign's kindness. If the Heavenly Sovereign had not rewarded me back then, there would be no Yan Zhu today."
"I'm just asking casually, why is the God of Purification so nervous?"
As the man turned around, Yan Zhu felt the urgency that was pressing on her dissipate and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid of this young Heavenly Lord.
Haotian waved his hand, his eyes piercing as he said, "Go and investigate the matter at the Hundred Flower Palace. I want to know who else is practicing forbidden techniques. Also, Qingxuan, you will be in charge of matters related to the Spiritual Spring. If anything goes wrong in the future, I will question you."
"We will obey the oracle." The two of them bowed and took their leave.
Unexpectedly, a nonchalant voice came from inside: "Pure Turbidity God, please stay."
Yan Zhu had to stop, with a look of timidity on her face.
There was a glint in Qingxuan's eyes, but his body did not move at all.
"Nothing, I'll wait for you here."
Yan Zhu nodded, turned around and walked back slowly.
Inside the hall, Yan Zhu stood with his head bowed, raised his hand and saluted: "Heavenly Lord."
Unexpectedly, a random sentence floated down from above: "Has the God of Purification considered marriage? For example, a Heavenly Concubine?"
Wu Jiu in the space jumped up and down in shock, "What's going on?! Master, when did you become so familiar with the Heavenly Monarch that you could even talk about marriage right away?!"
Let’s not even talk about marriage!
Yan Zhu hurriedly composed a speech, then, braving the oppressive gaze from above, found her voice again. "Thank you, Heavenly Lord, for your kindness," she trembled, "but for the time being, I am not considering my own life. I simply wish to purify my impure energy."
The Emperor looked at Yan Zhu casually with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Yan Zhu held her breath, her sleeves were pinched and deformed, the gaze from above seemed to be there and not there, but hard to ignore.
The air in the hall was stagnant for a moment, and after a while, a voice came from above: "Back off."
Yan Zhu retreated respectfully as if he had received a general pardon, walked to Qing Xuan in small steps, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go."
As she walked down the stairs, she heard Qingxuan's questioning voice beside her: "Why did the Heavenly Lord keep you here?"
Before Yanzhu could return, Wujiu appeared and shouted loudly, "Does the Heavenly Lord really want to marry you? Why?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qingxuan's thin lips straightened visibly, and his brows knitted slightly. However, Yanzhu's attention was now on the loud-mouthed Wujiu. She squeezed the mirror tightly and whispered, "Keep your voice down."
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