As Zhen Shuangliu's physical instincts and thinking abilities gradually recovered, Bai Lian's responsibilities expanded from his food, clothing, housing, and transportation to include the coordination of forces, the training of the Nine Snakes, and a host of other minor tasks. After arriving at the Seven Islands, he also had to care for a young master with a unique mindset. From then on, he could no longer be a cold-blooded python who did whatever he wanted, but only a caring old woman.
As a happy white snake who eats and sleeps whenever she wants, even Bai Lian herself feels like she is in a dream.
But at least he took good care of his master along the way. From the time Zhen Shuangliu didn't even want to change his clothes at the beginning, to when he later taught Luo Jiujiang, he was already aware of holding an umbrella in the rain. Bai Lian made an indelible contribution to this process.
Sometimes even Bai Lian himself had some doubts. Was his prototype really a giant python that could swallow the sky, rather than some strange and rare species, such as a nagging snake?
Just like now...
Bai Lian brought the small white jade wine cup filled with wine back to Zhen Shuangliu, still unable to resist reminding him, "Master, this is the third cup."
It is said that three cups of Guangyu wine will make you drunk, but Zhen Shuangliu has already drunk two cups.
Zhen Shuangliu said nothing, picked up the small and exquisite wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, only to give Bai Lian a look and say "noisy."
Bai Lian: “…”
Perhaps out of consideration for Bai Lian's difficulty in the room, Gong Yizhu casually plucked the strings of his zither twice, bringing the final note to a close. But before Bai Lian could express gratitude, he quickly changed his approach.
He began to howl slowly.
Sitting alone in a secluded bamboo grove, he plays the qin and whistles. Mr. Gongyi is a man of elegance in all his demeanor, temperament, and manners, but his hobbies are truly abominable—why does he love to personally summon the Heavenly Thunder Art?
As expected, the next moment Zhen Shuangliu flew into a rage. He flung the small, delicate white jade wine glass out the window, leaving two deep fingerprints on it, demonstrating the depth of the Spirit Snake Master's rage.
"The people of Cangjiang have been gone for hundreds of years. Why are you mourning for them now?"
“…”
The cup was thrown casually by Zhen Shuangliu, and it was so fast that it only left a white afterimage in the eyes. This afterimage was wrapped in a sharp wind and swirled out of the window. It not only tore a big hole in the window paper and screen, but also smashed the window frame that it accidentally brushed against to pieces.
Just as the jade cup was about to hit the green bamboo outside the window, a hand reached out and gently grasped it. Gong Yizhu pushed the zither in front of him aside and stood up. He turned around and peeked through the window at Zhen Shuangliu, his expression slightly changed. "What's going on?"
Given his usual behavior, he would definitely not jump out of the nearby window. But it wouldn't take him even a moment to take a detour and enter through the palace gate.
Gong Yizhu was still holding the small wine glass when he came in. He put the glass back on the table, sniffed the lingering aroma of alcohol, and asked Bai Lian softly, "Guangyu Niang? How many glasses has he had?"
Bai Lian smiled bitterly and made a three gesture.
"I see." Gong Yizhu sighed, "I drank too much."
Zhen Shuangliu propped his forehead with one hand, remaining silent, his eyes casting a cold glance at Gong Yizhu. Only after hearing Gong Yizhu's comments did he let out a disdainful snort, "I'm drunk? Do you think everyone is as incompetent as you?"
If you weren't drunk, how dare you mention Cangjiang to me like that? Even if you have a hobby of stabbing yourself, aren't you afraid that if your temper gets the better of you, you'll kill me? Gong Yizhu rolled his eyes at him, too lazy to explain things to a drunk. He simply picked up the pot and poured himself a glass of wine, motioning Bai Lian to leave.
"We discuss the world over wine, and reminisce about old friends while drunk. Now, half of the old friends we used to talk about old times have become ghosts, and half have become enemies. Only the two of us can still mock each other's past. Let's just make do with it today."
Gong Yizhu took out a new cup from the tray, filled it up, pushed it in front of Zhen Shuangliu, and gently clinked his glass with his own.
"The first cup is for you."
"No." Zhen Shuangliu half-leaned on the backrest, his eyes seemed to be filled with drunkenness. He muttered to himself, and his voice seemed to still carry some kind of unwavering persistence until death: "Cheers to Cangjiang."
"..." Gong Yizhu sighed again, "Yes, the first cup should be toasted to Cangjiang."
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Although Luo Jiujiang has always been hated by most of his enemies for his bad mouth, in fact, he is not a person who likes to talk big.
Those words that are provocative, declaring war, or deliberately provoking are either just a process to achieve a goal, or he just does it on purpose because he doesn't like the person.
He dared to declare war on the unfathomable chaos, so he naturally had his own trump card.
A small mass of chaos was enough to obscure the sky and the sun. In the past, it filled the entire cultivation world, enveloping millions of exotic beasts in pitch-black darkness. It seemed invincible. But Luo Jiujiang had the source of Tao.
The source of yin and yang that only the Dragon God possesses.
Usually after Luo Jiujiang sacrifices the Dao Source, he will have no rivals. It is basically a powerful weapon that can sweep the map. Therefore, Luo Jiujiang does not use it very often. Only at a critical moment like now, will he activate the Dao Source in his Dantian.
The power of the source of the Tao instantly flowed through Luo Jiujiang's meridians, nourishing his limbs and bones, and circulated around his body as a warm-up. Just as the power of the source of the Tao flowed through Luo Jiujiang's eyes and eyebrows, Luo Jiujiang's whole body suddenly shook.
He saw in the darkness a child, about six or seven years old, standing only a few feet away from him. The child, arms folded across his chest, was looking at him openly, his gaze strange and mature, as if he were observing him for fun.
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