Looking at the Moon in the Well to Seek the Phantom (8)
Li Zhaoyue waved his hand and said, "This is a small matter, not worth mentioning."
"Ouch," Li Zhaoyue pointed at the bleeding wound on her hand and sighed softly. Then he hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and quickly bandaged her wound, so fast that Lou Yao didn't even react.
"Thank you so much for always bothering you." Lou Yao said embarrassedly.
Li Zhaoyue smiled and shook his head, saying it was okay.
"I am also a student of the medical school and I can take pulses. Junior Sister Li, why don't you let me try?" Lou Yao said with a smile.
Li Zhaoyue didn't think too much and reached out his hand without any precautions. Lou Yao smiled gently and put her hand on it.
"Li Zhaoyue!"
A distant call interrupted their movements. Lou Yao's hand trembled, and the color drained from her face. Li Zhaoyue withdrew his hand and looked towards the source of the voice.
It’s Song Shiyu.
She was properly dressed in the Yiziyuan disciple uniform, holding a chicken leg in her hand, and looking at Lou Yao unkindly.
"Li Zhaoyue, Xie Feng is looking for you."
Hearing this, Li Zhaoyue smiled at Lou Yao and explained, "Senior Brother has something to ask me, so I won't bother you to take my pulse today. I'll be leaving first."
Lou Yao lowered her head and nodded.
So Li Zhaoyue headed in the direction where Song Shiyu was.
"How do you know her?" Li Zhaoyue heard her ask this as she approached Song Shiyu.
"She just knocked over the medicine drying rack, and I helped her pick it up. She was just about to take my pulse." She told me the whole story.
Song Shiyu took a bite of the chicken leg and said vaguely: "Stay away from her, she is involved in another matter now."
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Xie Feng will tell you later."
Hearing this, a strange smile appeared on Li Zhaoyue's face, which made Song Shiyu shudder. She turned her head, took a bite of the chicken leg, and ate it with relish. Unexpectedly, Li Zhaoyue also turned her head.
In short, wherever Song Shiyu turned his head, Li Zhaoyue's gaze would follow.
"What on earth are you going to do?" Song Shiyu couldn't stand it anymore and said angrily.
Li Zhaoyue said with a teasing look on his face, "I'm just curious, why do you listen to my senior brother so much? Don't you really hate him?"
Yes, Song Shiyu hated Xie Feng very very very very much, the kind of hatred that made him want to kill him on the spot.
But she is in Yiziyuan now.
So she suppressed her disgust, her eyes almost rolling to the sky, but still said: "No, Senior Brother Xie is the leader of the younger generation of Yiziyuan, a genius in swordsmanship, and a reliable senior brother of the Art Court."
Xie Feng was an unforgivable, wicked bastard. Not only did he lock her up in that damn Lixiangyuan, he also made her recite those damn pedantic classics every day, and worst of all, he forced her to run errands for him.
"Senior Brother Xie is beautiful and kind-hearted, gentle and considerate, generous and tolerant. All the girls are simply fascinated by him, and all the boys are jealous of him."
Song Shiyu gritted her teeth and spoke sarcastically, not noticing that a figure in white was slowly approaching from behind her.
It’s Xie Feng.
"Afeng!" Li Zhaoyue shouted, picked up her skirt and ran towards Xie Feng.
Song Shiyu froze, and just as she was about to take the opportunity to escape, the Meteor Sword stabbed into the ground in front of her. She swallowed, slowly turned her head, and waved at Xie Feng: "Oh, Brother Xie, why are you here? Why did you bother to come here in person?"
Xie Feng, this pretentious guy, since he wanted to come here himself, why did he make her make an extra trip? She had reason to suspect that Xie Feng was coming to avenge her for spilling the ink.
Xie Feng completely ignored Song Shiyu's distorted expression. He just held Li Zhaoyue's hand worriedly and whispered, "Are you okay?"
Li Zhaoyue was a little uncomfortable with being so close to him, so she withdrew her hand and shook her head.
"A few days ago, a disciple said that he saw Lou Yao drawing a magic circle at night, as if she was imitating the ancient legend of Cangyun City. So as soon as I learned that you were with her, I rushed over." Xie Feng's eyes dimmed for a moment when he saw her actions.
"Legend? What is that?" Li Zhaoyue couldn't help but ask.
Xie Feng gestured for her to move forward, saying as they walked, "Light a candle in the moonlit sky and draw a spell with blood. Then a messenger of destiny will come by moonlight and fulfill the wishes of the one who summoned you."
This statement... Li Zhaoyue suddenly remembered his own dream, which had the same content.
She dreamed that Loudao Yan used this method and successfully summoned the man in black.
"Lou Yao lives in Lixiangyuan because of her poor health. You should go there less recently. If you have anything, use the message talisman to contact me and I will come to you." Xie Feng reminded her.
But Li Zhaoyue's mind had already flown away the moment she heard the words "Lixiangyuan." Xu Xing also lived there, and she remembered him telling her that he enjoyed studying feng shui at night and would brew a pot of cold tea when he felt like it.
This secret technique had to be performed at midnight, and Xu Xing always got up at that time to practice. If he accidentally saw him...
Although Xu Xing was extremely powerful, Li Zhaoyue was still worried, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Xie Feng and headed towards Lixiangyuan.
Xie Feng stood there alone, silently looking at the figure that was quickly moving away.
At this time, Song Shiyu spat out the last bone of the chicken leg, stuck his head out, and saw the complicated expression on Xie Feng's face.
"She's gone to find Xu Xing. Don't wait for her." She wanted to poke his heart, so she said it deliberately.
But Xie Feng seemed to have heard nothing at all, standing there motionless like a statue.
"Why are you doing this? Do you want to interfere with her and Xie Feng?" she said casually.
Xie Feng did not answer. He moved his fingers and the Meteor Sword cut through the hem of her skirt. The wind even messed up her hair.
"Xie Feng! Why are you mad at me when you're in a bad mood?"
Ignoring Song Shiyu's angry shouting, Xie Feng neatly sheathed his sword and walked back with heavy steps.
"Afeng, Afeng, we should always be together when we grow up, okay?"
"Who the hell are you? How dare you bully people in broad daylight!"
"With me here, Ah Feng, you don't have to worry anymore. If they dare to come again, I will beat them to a pulp."
Memories exploded in his mind again and again, and he had never felt that the way back was so difficult.
In a trance, he recalled the first time he met Li Zhaoyue. At that time, he was late for sword practice because he was too sleepy, and his father punished him by not allowing him to eat. Then, a guest came to the mansion, and his father ordered him to demonstrate his sword skills.
She was a cute little girl, standing in the crowd, looking at him intently.
Xie Feng's sword-holding hands were covered with hideous scars. He practiced swordplay every day, and his tender hands were injured all the time. The old wounds superimposed on the new wounds made those young hands look like the hands of an old man.
He took a deep breath, avoided his father's stern gaze, hid his scarred hands in his sleeves, and began to swing the sword.
Every time there were guests at the house, his father would ask him to perform a show, and those wealthy businessmen who had never seen the world would be intimidated and willingly give money to the Xie family.
"This boy will surely achieve great success in the future!"
He had heard this sentence from many people, and he thought he could hear it this time too.
However, the young swordsman who brought the little girl did not say a word. It was only when the little girl pulled her hand that Zhu Ming came back to her senses.
"What does Sword Immortal think of my son?" Xie Yuan asked flatteringly.
Zhu Ming glanced at Xie Feng coldly and said calmly, "His talent is above average. He can enter the Yizi Academy."
Hearing this comment, Xie Yuan was visibly disappointed, but he still asked, "Then... is the Sword Immortal willing to accept a disciple?"
Zhu Ming shook his head. Xie Yuan's smile froze, and he turned around and glared at Xie Feng fiercely. Then he smiled again and walked away towards Zhu Ming.
"Master, I want to stay here for a while, is that okay?" Li Zhaoyue blinked her big eyes and asked Zhu Ming in a baby voice.
"This..." When Zhu Ming hesitated, Xie Yuan's eyes rolled, and he pushed Xie Feng and said with a smile: "Just let her play here, A Feng will protect her, right?"
This little girl is Zhu Ming's only disciple. If I could establish a relationship with her...
He winked at Xie Feng and took Zhu Ming away.
"Then don't be naughty, Master will be back soon." Zhu Ming looked at Li Zhaoyue gently and said.
She nodded heavily.
Soon, the large group of people disappeared in the distance. Li Zhaoyue looked at Xie Feng's sweaty face, took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to him.
Xie Feng raised his head proudly and turned away.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Li Zhaoyue stood on tiptoe and forcibly turned his face back.
"You..." He was still in shock. Li Zhaoyue stuffed the handkerchief into his hand and said with a smile, "Wipe it yourself."
The memories ended here. Xie Feng came to his senses and found that he had arrived at Lixiangyuan. He heard hesitant footsteps behind him.
He closed his eyes and returned to his expressionless look when he turned around.
Song Shiyu paused as he lifted up his Taoist robe, then quickly retracted his hand under Xie Feng's cold gaze.
"What a nice weather today, don't you think?" she said with a laugh.
Xie Feng ignored her and walked forward.
Song Shiyu sneered at his back, gathering a ball of light in her hand. She had been concentrating her energy and practicing secretly for the past few days, and her injuries were already more than half healed. Now, if she exerted her full strength, she might be able to injure Xie Feng and escape.
Xie Feng opened the gate, and Song Shiyu took advantage of this opportunity to fly away.
An accident happened. The ball of light that she had gathered with great difficulty suddenly scattered. The Taoist robe she was wearing suddenly came alive, wrapped her into a ball, and fell at Xie Feng's feet.
"Stupid." Xie Feng tutted softly and raised his foot, pretending to step on her. Song Shiyu was startled and rolled forward, successfully avoiding it and rolling into the yard.
Xie Feng glanced at her indifferently, waved his hand and closed the door.
"Xie Feng! Untie me!" Song Shiyu was tightly wrapped in the Taoist robe and roared in a muffled voice.
"The Taoist robes of Yiziyuan disciples can identify demonic energy and protect the disciples. You used your demonic power while wearing such clothes, so you deserve to be trapped." He said as he walked towards the room.
Song Shiyu was exhausted at this moment. Upon hearing this, he cursed loudly: "You bastard! You forced me to wear this ugly Taoist robe with such a sinister purpose, and you still claim to be righteous. Screw you!"
No matter how Song Shiyu scolded him, Xie Feng pretended not to hear, closed the door, and went to read. The most hateful thing was that he opened the window of the room, read for a while, then looked at Song Shiyu rolling on the ground, with a look of contempt.
"Xie Feng, you can be so proud now. When I recover my magic power, the first person I will kill will be you!" Song Shiyu stared at Xie Feng and thought to himself.
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