Chapter 5: Different people, different places, the same dream...
Ying Bu Ran's brain stopped temporarily due to the close contact with Zhao Qingxun. When she came to her senses, the storage ring was already on her hand.
Wearing it on his hand, it felt no different from an ordinary ring. Ying Bu Ran raised his hand curiously to observe. There was no decoration on the ring, only some ordinary patterns. It was simple but not cheap, and instead had a sense of ancient simplicity.
What did Zhao Qingxun say just now? Did he want to... drip blood on it?
Ying Bu Ran looked at his other hand, biting his fingertip and smearing the blood. Perhaps it was because he had embarked on the path of cultivation, but the wound didn't take as long to heal as before, but he healed quickly.
But before she could observe her hands any further, her attention was drawn to the light of the ring.
She felt as if something was pulling her attention. Ying Bu Ran "looked" along the pulling force and found that her consciousness had come to a very large space.
As soon as she thought about it, the Senluo Jue book appeared in this space.
"You did a great job. You have mastered the use of the storage ring." Zhao Qingxun's voice of praise was heard, and then someone rubbed his head, pulling Ying Bu Ran's attention back to reality.
So that was the storage space? It's huge! So amazing!
Ying Bu Ran's eyes suddenly lit up, and he began to take an interest in cultivating immortals, rather than being forced to study in the survival zone.
Of course, the first step was to learn the Dao texts, which Zhao Qingxun taught personally. However, because Zhao Qingxun had his own daily cultivation and tasks to complete, he only taught for about half an hour each day.
As for the rest of the time, Ying Bu Ran naturally spent it thinking on her own. She would write down anything she didn't understand and ask Zhao Qingxun when she came back.
Fortunately, Taoist texts are not very difficult to understand. I wrote down what Zhao Qingxun taught me every day, compared them with common characters, and read introductory books. I actually began to understand the Senluo Jue.
"You're back?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ying Bu Ran jumped up and down to greet Zhao Qingxun, saying excitedly, "I can understand the Senluo Jue! I can understand everything!"
"It's amazing! Now I don't even need to read each word. I just need to spread it out in front of my eyes and feel it hard, and the words will automatically come into my mind. It's amazing!"
Zhao Qingxun looked surprised, but quickly regained his composure. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he habitually touched Ying Bu Ran's head: "Very impressive, your progress is much faster than that of the average disciple. This shows that you have begun to comprehend the Senluo Jue."
Ying Bu Ran chuckled. If he really had a tail behind him, it would have been swung so hard that it would have almost flown away.
After the excitement passed, she realized that Zhao Qingxun seemed a little tired. She regretted in her heart that she had not noticed that Zhao Qingxun was in a bad state, and hurriedly took her back to the house to sit down and rest.
"You seem to be very busy recently? Are you physically able to bear it? Do you need a few days of rest?" Ying Bu Ran asked with concern, handing Zhao Qingxun a cup of tea.
I actually learned how to brew this tea from Zhao Qingxun. Although it was either too strong or too weak at the beginning, I became proficient at it after practicing for a few days.
Zhao Qingxun took the tea and took a sip, then shook his head and said, "It's nothing. There have been some changes outside recently, and the tasks have increased, so I'm a little busy. I'm fine, and it's not as hard as before."
"But you still have to take care of your body," Ying Bu Ran said seriously, "Now go and rest for a while."
Zhao Qingxun: "That text..."
"I can read by myself now. You should rest first." Ying Bu Ran pulled Zhao Qingxun to the bedroom without saying anything and asked her to lie down.
Zhao Qingxun couldn't hold Ying Bu Ran back, so she agreed to let her change clothes and lie down. After spending some time with her, she understood this girl's personality better than before.
Although she is sensitive and cautious on weekdays, she is very persistent on some things and will not change her mind easily.
Zhao Qingxun lay on the bed, watching Ying Bu Ran, who, although still having some difficulties, could already accurately read the contents of the Taoist document. Even though he already knew it, he was still amazed at the advantages of the Destiny Body in cultivation.
If it weren’t for... Ying Bu Ran’s current achievements would definitely not be lower than his own.
A knock on the door suddenly interrupted Zhao Qingxun's thoughts. Ying Bu Ran's figure was rapidly moving away from her. She reached out her hand to hold her, but she couldn't reach her at all. She could only watch her retreat.
She opened her eyes, and strong sunlight seeped in through the cracks in the window. For some reason, she dreamed of Ying Bu Ran again.
Is it because of guilt, longing, or unwillingness?
At the moment she left the dream, she seemed to see another scene - Ying Bu Ran was lying in a dark and desolate place, with a frown on his face, as if he had also fallen into a nightmare.
But how could that be possible? She was already dead, and no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find her soul.
Zhao Qingxun spread out her hands, and the ring that she had previously given to Ying Bu Ran lay quietly in her palm.
This ring has recognized its owner and cannot be opened by outsiders. Even though its owner is dead, Zhao Qingxun still maintains the contract between the ring and Ying Bu Ran.
What if, what if one day, Ying Bu Ran reappears in the world, I can still find her with the help of this ring.
Zhao Qingxun put away the storage ring properly, quickly adjusted her state, stood up and opened the door. The one who had been knocking on the door was her junior sister Cheng Banxia.
"You've been sleeping for four days." Cheng Banxia said straight to the point. Ever since Ying Bu Ran's death, her attitude towards her has taken a sharp turn for the worse.
This was her own fault, her own retribution. If she hadn't deceived Cheng Banxia and even Ying Bu Ran, would the ending have been different?
It will happen, but it's too late.
Zhao Qingxun sat in Ying Bu Ran's favorite spot, but the windows were closed. She lowered her head, her face haggard. "I dreamed of her."
"I dreamed that she was sitting here, very close, very close, and very real, as if she was really sitting in front of me." Zhao Qingxun murmured, with a red light flashing in his eyes, his expression was trance, and there was a hint of madness.
But Cheng Banxia didn't notice any of this. She snorted, crossed her arms, and said coldly, not looking at Zhao Qingxun, "You've done this all yourself. I'm leaving now. The Sect Master originally asked me to come and check on you. You haven't left this room in a long time."
"Since you're alright, I'll be leaving. I'm leaving the sect for training soon, so you should go out for a walk too."
Cheng Banxia left without mercy, but before leaving, she opened the window. The sunlight slanted in, warm yet dazzling.
In the past, Ying Bu Ran really liked staying here...
Zhao Qingxun sat here, closed his eyes, felt the warmth of the sun on his body, and then dodged and closed the window as if he was burned.
Is she going out? I should rest for a while. Maybe I can see her again in my dreams.
"...Qingxun? Are you daydreaming?"
A hand waved in front of her. Zhao Qingxun opened her eyes and saw Ying Bu Ran looking at her with concern.
Zhao Qingxun sat up. It turned out that she had fallen asleep while sitting. She covered her forehead and said in a weak voice: "It's okay, maybe I'm tired recently."
"It doesn't feel like there's anywhere to lie down here, how about..." Ying Bu Ran looked around. There were nothing but trees, trees, and trees. They were still sitting on the ground.
It’s not impossible to lie down, but I’m afraid of getting cold.
She said there was no need, but look how tired she is.
Zhao Qingxun hummed and leaned a little "weakly" against Ying Bu Ran, only then noticing that he was in a dense forest.
It is the sect’s secret realm of immortality.
Memories slowly came back to her, and Zhao Qingxun finally remembered that when she saw Ying Bu Ran's Senluo Jue was about to step into the threshold, she had dragged Ying Bu Ran here.
Because the wood element and vitality here are the most abundant, it is conducive to Ying Bu Ran's cultivation. Although Ying Bu Ran felt that this was too much trouble for her, and she had been even busier recently, she was somewhat reluctant, but she still forced him to come.
But… Zhao Qingxun shook her head, feeling as if she had forgotten something. It was as if time had suddenly flown by quickly, and years had passed in the blink of an eye. The familiar scent lingered around her nose, slowly letting go of all those doubts.
The person is still there, not gone. He opens his palm, and it's empty, as if there should have been something there.
Maybe I’m dreaming, Zhao Qingxun thought.
Ying Bu Ran had just finished his practice. As Zhao Qingxun had said before, one should not rush things. When one feels blocked, it is best to stop and rest for a while.
It was not easy to continue thinking about the things in Senluo Jue at this time. Ying Bu Ran simply emptied her mind and stared at the sky between the leaves. Suddenly, someone gently pinched her face, which scared her.
Looking again, it was Zhao Qingxun. She breathed a sigh of relief, her tone tinged with slight complaint, yet also a hint of coquettishness: "Why did you suddenly reach out? You scared me."
Zhao Qingxun chuckled, and under Ying Bu Ran's slightly angry but mostly smiling gaze, he pinched it again: "I just want to confirm..."
"...Are you real? Is this a dream?"
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