Chapter 10: Half about reason, half about love
The next day.
Wen Chuan used a carving knife to carve the wood that was gradually taking shape in his hands.
Qingyu walked into the courtyard from outside. "I heard Zhang Xuan has woken up and is still recuperating."
Qingyu entered the city today, and many people were secretly discussing the banquet for his new post. Fortunately, both of his wives were found within a day, although Zhang Xuan suffered some hardship.
Wen Chuan hummed in agreement, his hands continuing their work.
He has been busy carving things since he woke up this morning. In his own words, he hasn't touched it in a long time and needs to get back into the swing of things before he can start carving properly.
Qingyu went into the kitchen first, took some vegetable leaves, and approached the chicken coop. She spoke with her back to Wenchuan.
"Today, I saw cultivators from the Demon Suppression Pavilion arrive in the city."
It was the Danzhou branch. Qingyu had specifically looked at the tokens on their waists after seeing them today.
Wen Chuan blew on the wood shavings, not answering her for a moment.
The gentle morning sunlight streamed into the courtyard, and the boy focused intently on carving a wooden sculpture, bringing his imagination into reality through the sunlight.
Qingyu wasn't angry; she knew Wen Chuan rarely cared about such outside matters.
She tossed a handful of vegetable leaves to Cai Cai, clapped her hands, turned around, and sat back down on the recliner, rocking back and forth.
She was speaking as if to herself.
"Seeing them is really annoying... Actually, I find it very strange. Demons kill each other mostly for cultivation, while humans kill each other for all sorts of reasons, but the final result is not the same. Besides, we demons don't kill humans indiscriminately, but they always kill demons they catch."
Qingyu paused, not looking at Wen Chuan, as if she had found a rare way to talk to him because Wen Chuan never cared about these things.
“I often think about what the difference is between demons and cultivators. People always say that demons used to wreak havoc on the human world, but aren’t some cultivators who practice evil paths the same?”
“I know that the cultivation methods of demons are different from those of human cultivators, but there’s no need to kill every demon you see just because of that… especially after a demon saved you…”
"We're clearly using the same thing to cultivate, why do you insist on separating spiritual energy from demonic energy..."
"Actually, after thinking about it, the demon race is openly dangerous, while the human race is secretly plotting evil..."
"If I hadn't heard that the world was incredibly prosperous, I wouldn't have run away from Qishan. I haven't seen much of the world's scenery, but I have seen all sorts of strange and inexplicable people."
"He says one thing and does another, he's incredibly weak yet he actively provokes you, he'd kill someone or something just because of a glance, he'd inexplicably grab someone by the neck and try to kill their whole family..."
"Especially those people who made me jump into the sea. I clearly did nothing, but they chased me all the way and used insidious poison. Moreover, their cultivation was not up to par. In the end, I killed so many of them that I don't even know if there was half or one left."
"What are they after? Death?"
"After cultivating in Qingshui for so long, I still can't understand why those people are like this..."
Qingyu looked at the sky and muttered to herself.
Occasionally, wood shavings drifted in the air from Wenchuan, which she gently blew on.
Actually, she wasn't really bothered by those things; she was just in a bad mood today.
The appearance of the Demon Suppression Pavilion made her realize once again that humans and demons cannot coexist. It's funny, she's been with Qing Shui and Wen Chuan for so long, and she even helps Wen Chuan wash dishes.
Not to mention she's about to take revenge.
Qingyu was very unhappy.
Revenge is not a pleasant thing for her. The harm she suffered will not disappear from her memory just because the enemy is dead. She seeks revenge only because they deserved it.
Besides, she has to keep traveling, she can't eat good food, she has to kill demons to cultivate, and she may have to kill many people, which is really annoying.
"Grandpa Locust Tree talked about mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, vast lands, star-gazing night views, and the prosperity of Shengjing. I haven't seen any of them except the sea. And I still have to carry my bundle from south to north to take revenge..."
"Traveling is tough... I can't eat or sleep well, and the thought of it makes me unhappy..."
Qingyu's face fell, and she muttered to herself.
"Hey—what is that—hey—"
Qingyu raised her hand and grabbed a small piece of wood that Wen Chuan had suddenly tossed to her.
Qingyu opened her palm, and a small wooden flower rested quietly in her hand.
Several flowers clustered together look quite pretty.
She looked up at Wen Chuan.
The tall young man sat amidst a pile of wood, holding a carving knife in his hand. He looked up at her, unusually expressionless.
"Qingyu, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Because you're on a different path from them, it's something you'll never understand in your lifetime. Instead of thinking about those things, why don't you guess what I'll make for you tonight?"
There seems to be a lot of sawdust in the air.
The girl suddenly felt a tickle in her throat. She thought to herself, "He certainly knows how to talk."
Unconsciously, the wooden flower was gripped tighter.
She sat up and looked at Wen Chuan with a mixture of seriousness and casualness.
So, will we be traveling together?
Wen Chuan also looked back at her.
He was actually a little surprised. Qingyu had been talking non-stop since she came back, which was rare for her. He listened attentively, but inexplicably thought of the time when he had just saved Qingyu.
She was not good-looking at that time.
His whole body was swollen, and he looked ashen-faced.
He sat in the corner without saying a word for almost a month.
Wen Chuan thought he had caught a mute clownfish.
Actually, Qingyu had secretly left at that time, and Wen Chuan wouldn't have said anything. He had just saved her casually and didn't intend to ask her for anything.
But Qingyu did not leave. One day she spoke up.
Her first words were that she would repay him.
Wen Chuan felt it was good, after all, that was the truth, and he was very satisfied that he had saved a very sensible little monster.
After spending several days together, and with her recent outburst of complaints, Wen Chuan assumed that she was actually reasonable but not very empathetic.
"So, will we travel the same way?"
The sunlight was shining.
The girl's beautiful eyes looked at him, but strangely, there was no expectation in her eyes, only doubt and innocence.
There seemed to be a light in her eyes.
Wen Chuan smiled.
He suddenly regretted giving her the carved wooden flower so quickly.
turn out to be,
She is very reasonable.
In the height of summer, the waves crash against the shore.
The boy's clear and gentle voice dispelled some of the lingering stuffiness in the air, but inexplicably brought a new sense of restlessness.
"Qingyu, you just need to say what you want."
...
Three days later, in the main hall of Wanfulou.
Qingyu looked up at the magnificent disc hanging in the middle of the hall.
If you look closely, the plate seems to have been quite large when it was hanging in Wanfulou, and the pearls inlaid on the edge make it look even more luxurious.
How should I put it? A magical artifact transformed into a gorgeous ornament, used to regulate the temperature in a restaurant—how did Wen Chuan come up with that idea?
She was deep in thought, but Wen Chuan slowly came down from the second floor.
"They're gone."
Qingyu snapped out of her daze and caught up with Wenchuan.
"Where are you going next? It feels like you've been to so many places in the city."
Qingyu and Wenchuan went out together today. Wenchuan said he wanted to say goodbye to some elders before leaving.
Qingyu didn't care; she was just a little curious and intrigued.
Wen Chuan's parents passed away early, so he seems to know a little bit about everything since he lives alone. Although he doesn't have many friends his own age due to his own reasons, he has many elders who treat him very well.
Indeed, Wen Chuan was fine when he was young. He moved out of the city when he was twelve or thirteen and built a house on the deserted eastern coast. He was busy carving wood and cooking. He used to go out to sea to fish and sell fish. He was also unwilling to participate in social activities such as blind dates and visiting friends. No wonder he had no friends but only elders.
Thinking about it this way, Qingyu found him to be quite an interesting person.
Wen Chuan glanced at her and said indifferently, "Let's go to the woodcarving workshop, it's very close to here."
Qingyu nodded.
At this moment, on the city street, a young man dressed in white, with a gentle and refined demeanor, walked slowly, while behind him, a young woman in a red dress, with curved eyebrows and a bright and beautiful face, walked slowly.
From a distance, what's most attractive isn't its appearance, but rather an atmosphere that's both approachable and inviting, yet one doesn't dare to easily disturb it.
Zhang Xuan took a deep breath and looked at the two people walking towards him from a distance.
"Gentlemen, how have you been these past two days?"
Zhang Xuan slowed his speech, but with a smile, he slowly enunciated each word.
He had been lying in bed for two or three days, and before he could even put his feet on the ground, he had to deal with the people from the Demon Suppression Pavilion. Today, he had just recovered a little and went out without taking a break.
He didn't go directly to them, since the people from the Demon Suppression Pavilion were still around, and he couldn't be so deliberate. But if he bumped into them on the street, then he couldn't be blamed.
He grinned and spoke slowly, making his handsome face look rather strange.
Wen Chuan couldn't help but frown. He spoke first, "Speak properly."
Zhang Xuan didn't want things to turn out this way either, but when he looked at Wen Chuan and Qing Yu in front of him, he thought of how they abandoned him that night, and how he never saw how the demon died.
Thinking this way, he naturally felt very awkward: "I was speaking properly."
Qingyu: "...Your smile is so ugly."
Zhang Xuan: "..."
Zhang Xuan: "!!!"
Wen Chuan and Qing Yu continued walking forward, with Zhang Xuan following angrily.
"...You guys have gone too far! Do you know that I couldn't even speak a few days ago, and my whole body was covered in bandages!"
Qingyu pursed her lips. Zhang Xuan had indeed suffered a lot that day. She and Wen Chuan had used him as a henchman, and it turned out that he had done a very good job as a henchman.
Qingyu: "You can't say that. Zhang Xuan, you are a sword cultivator, you should have more practical experience. You really gained experience from rescuing people on the eastern coast this time."
Zhang Xuan: "..."
As Qingyu said, a year of secret cultivation in Shengjing could not compare to the ten days he spent in Qingshui.
He said in a low voice but loudly, "You can't say that. You just left me on the beach and ran away. I don't even know how that demon died."
Wen Chuan: "Actually, that demon was already at its last gasp at that time. Not long after you fainted, it was dawn, and that's when the demon died."
Qingyu nodded and said very seriously, "Yes, yes, and we only felt safe leaving you on the beach when we sensed that people were coming..."
Zhang Xuan frowned. He knew Qing Yu was right, but something just didn't feel right.
They walked on and soon arrived at the woodcarving workshop.
Wen Chuan went in first.
Zhang Xuan wanted to follow them inside, but Qing Yu thought that if they went in, they might run into Wen Chuan's woodworking master, and it would be quite troublesome to explain their relationship then, so it was better to stay at the door.
The two of them stayed at the door and didn't go in.
Qingyu continued to say to Zhang Xuan, "We're not medical cultivators. There's no point in us staying there after the demon dies."
"Also, if we run into people from your city lord's mansion, it's hard to say what will happen. What if they think that Wen Chuan and I did that to you?"
Zhang Xuan pursed his lips. He realized that Qing Yu really knew how to talk nonsense.
Qingyu smiled inwardly as she looked at him like this.
She noticed the gauze on Zhang Xuan's hand unintentionally.
She suddenly raised her head and looked around. Next to the wood carving workshop was a flower shop, which was very beautiful.
It's really interesting that these two shops, one with flowers and the other with trees, complement each other quite well.
Thinking of this, she glanced at Zhang Xuan again, then turned and walked into the flower shop.
Zhang Xuan didn't understand what Qing Yu was going to do for a moment. He wanted to follow Qing Yu inside, but then he stopped as if he had thought of something.
He took a few steps back.
Flower shops and wood workshops are right in front of you.
Zhang Xuan tilted his head.
Zhang Xuan put his hands on his hips.
What do you mean? These two people are right in front of him, and they dare not say a word!
again!
All!
Abandon him!!!
Zhang Xuan paced back and forth between the two shops.
He's considering which company to join!
Before he could finish his thought, Wen Chuan came out first.
He was also holding a very exquisite wooden boat in his hand.
Wen Chuan glanced around, then looked at Zhang Xuan: "Where's Qing Yu?"
"Here!"
Qingyu raised her eyebrows and shouted, still holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in lotus leaves in her arms.
Zhang Xuan: "...You two...are you going?"
Wen Chuan walked over to him and handed him the exquisite wooden boat-shaped carving.
"Wait, wait, what does this mean...?"
Holding the flowers, Qingyu quickly ran to Wenchuan's side. She smiled brightly and gently opened the lotus leaf that had carefully wrapped the flowers.
A few sprigs of sea dianthus were the first thing to catch the three's eye, their delicate pink flowers blooming in close proximity. Nearby, the pure white sea gardenias exuded a rich fragrance, and there were also a few stems of blue dayflowers, their slender leaves spreading out, their small blue flowers dotting the pink and white clusters, fresh and charming.
Zhang Xuan was a little confused.
Qingyu stuffed the bundle of lotus leaves into Zhang Xuan's arms.
"I want to deliver it first!"
Zhang Xuan was stunned when Wen Chuan's wood carving was stuffed into his hand again.
As luck would have it, Wen Chuan said goodbye to the carpenter and saw this wood carving before leaving. The carving was made of mangroves from the seaside and was exquisitely crafted. He bought it on a whim, thinking it would be a perfect gift for Zhang Xuan, who was still complaining.
Qingyu is a flower fairy, and she often puts flowers in the wooden house. In her own room, she changes the bouquet every few days. So when she came across the flower shop, her first thought was to personally wrap a bouquet of flowers and give it to Zhang Xuan.
"Take it, we've already bought it."
Wen Chuan: "This wood carving is made of redwood, which is unique to the seaside and is very resistant to decay. The flowers that Qingyu chose are also those that bloom in Qingshui during the height of summer. Since this is your first time in Qingshui, it would be nice to take some gifts with you."
Qingyu blinked, "That's right, that's right, just take it, consider it an apology for abandoning you before."
Zhang Xuan held a bouquet of lotus leaves in one hand and a wooden carving in the other.
He felt that he was not flustered.
He just felt that he had suddenly become a little strange.
The boy thought,
His arm seemed to stiffen for a moment.
He seemed to be affected by these things.
It's so heavy I can barely lift it...
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