Six thousand funeral flowers
Hearing that there would be a lively event today, Mi Yun found a good spot to sit down. However, the so-called good spot was just so-so. Today, they said that there would be a poetry competition, and the guests could wander around the garden at their own pace. There were hardly any people in a hurry to take a seat.
As a native of southern Xinjiang, she had only studied the teachings of the local religion and naturally knew nothing about poetry or literature. She could only half-heartedly avoid the small talk from those around her.
"Brother King!"
As expected, someone next door seemed to know him and suddenly came over to talk to him.
Mi Yun regretted her disguise, thinking that she should have used some tricks to directly deceive the gatekeeper.
"Brother Wang, where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you. We must give each other pointers at today's poetry competition, and we absolutely cannot let Zhang Xin from the poetry club next door steal the spotlight!"
Mi Yun frowned, wanting to resolve the matter with violence, but there were too many people around, and she couldn't alert the enemy. She had to come up with a foolproof plan.
And so—
"I'm feeling a bit unwell, where's the outhouse?"
Mi Yun chose the most direct method, which was not very dignified, but at least it didn't make her lose face.
"Oh dear, you really need to change your habit of wetting your pants when you're nervous!" The other person pointed her in the right direction, not noticing Mi Yun's silent glare.
She was 80% certain that this friend of the king was not a good person.
She admitted to wetting her pants in front of others, which drew some attention when she went to find a latrine.
Too lazy to talk, she planned to find a place to change her disguise, but unexpectedly stumbled upon some plot.
"Young master, please have some self-respect."
It turned out to be Yu Yangxian, whom I had just met two days ago. At this moment, she was being pulled by a man who looked anxious, as if he wanted to say something to her.
Mi Yun was about to turn away when she heard Yu Yangxian say, "I have never met Lan Zhiyun, whom you mentioned, nor do I know anyone from the Yu family. If you do not let go, don't blame Yangxian for being rude."
Mi Yun immediately perked up her ears, as if she had caught some familiar information in those words.
Lan Zhiyun? She felt like she'd heard that name somewhere before, but where exactly...?
Mi Yun frowned and looked at the man.
If she remembered correctly, there was a person named Lan Zhiyun on the list of traitors that Bai Yue was hunting down. This surname is not common. What are the chances that they happen to have the same name?
She retreated silently, and at the same time, the worms quietly crawled out of her arm and flew away the moment she turned around.
Although we don't know what happened, if we can find a clue about a traitor in Baiyue, it would be a significant gain.
That night, Mi Yun followed the clues of the Gu worms and tracked down to the place where the man from earlier that day had stayed.
"Lan Zhiyun...where are you...?"
Mi Yun lowered her head and looked down at the situation inside the room. She saw that the person was standing alone in the room, holding a painting in his hand. However, the painting did not depict a person, but rather a landscape painting.
Unable to discern anything amiss, and finding no one around, she simply ripped off the roof and jumped down, dropping a handful of powder as she did so.
Once she stood still in front of the man, he seemed to be possessed, standing motionless in place.
Mi Yun took the painting from his hand, examined it carefully for a moment, and then looked up at the other person:
Who painted this picture?
The man seemed to have lost his soul, and said blankly, "It's me."
Mi Yun: "Who was this painting for?"
Man: "I did it not for anyone, just out of interest."
Mi Yun frowned again, finding no information at all, so she continued to ask her key question: "Who is this Lan Zhiyun you just mentioned?"
The man said, “My good friend, I met him many years ago in Jiangnan. I left something with him and I have been waiting for him for several years, hoping he will reappear.”
Mi Yun: "What is it?"
The man fell silent.
Mi Yun tapped his head and realized that he really had no intention of speaking again. She asked him twice more with some doubt, but still did not get an answer.
Although the powder can reveal the truth, it cannot prevent the other party from having a secret hidden deep in their consciousness. Although it is unknown where this seemingly unskilled guy gets such composure, what can be hidden deep in the consciousness must be a huge secret.
Mi Yun raised her hand, deciding to administer an even stronger "medicine," but the Gu worm only circled the man once before returning empty-handed, meaning that the man really couldn't answer her question.
Hmph, they turn silent when it comes to crucial information.
Feeling bored, Mi Yun pulled out the Gu worm, turned around, and jumped onto the roof beam.
He's just a traitor. Even if he really runs away, he can't take away Baiyue's most important things. After all, without Baiyue, many of his techniques can no longer be used as before.
She came here simply because she was traveling and had finally heard some news related to Baiyue, so she couldn't sit still. Normally, she wouldn't be interested in digging into the details. Although she was the Holy Maiden of Baiyue, no one dared to interfere with what she did. Given her status, there was no need for her to be tasked with something as simple as collecting jade fragments.
However, life in the Southern Frontier was indeed boring. She had come here to join in the fun after hearing that the people of the Central Plains had more interesting ways to play. The martial world was indeed different from the sect. There were different people every day. With her martial arts skills and methods, she was able to stay here for two years without causing any trouble. Apart from someone like her who couldn't be pried open today, no one had ever been able to make her suffer.
Mi Yun bought a pot of wine and was about to step out of the inn when she saw a petal drift down from above and land right in the mouth of her wine jar, rippling the wine in her cup.
She shook the wine jar, squinted at it, and realized that it was a peach blossom petal.
Peach blossoms? Where are the peach blossoms in July?
Could it be that someone's accumulated garbage fell in? She turned around, intending to ask the innkeeper to exchange her wine for a bottle, but when she turned back, she suddenly realized that the inn, which had just been filled with a few people, was now completely empty.
Mi Yun stood quietly for a while, then raised her hand and drank the wine with fallen petals.
She didn't drink it earlier because the flower petals might be poisonous, but she's drinking it now because the poison wouldn't harm her; she just hates that the wine she bought has been contaminated with its flavor.
But now, looking at the inn that seemed obviously strange, she was curious to see what the wine tasted like.
As Mi Yun tilted her head back to drink, a shawl adorned with peach blossoms brushed past her eyebrows and eyes. Mi Yun waved it away, and the next moment, a figure in white robes appeared before her, lightly touching the ground with her toes and gracefully turning around on a wooden table. The white veil partially covered her face, but could not conceal her beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
Who is this?
Mi Yun couldn't remember where she had offended this person, but despite that, there was something she didn't know whether she should say.
"I……"
Mi Yun asked, "Have I seen you somewhere before?"
Upon hearing this, the woman in plain clothes couldn't help but chuckle twice. Her laughter was like the clinking of silver bells, clear and melodious. When she spoke, her clear and gentle voice caught Mi Yun's attention even more.
"Although this way of making friends is a bit old-fashioned, I appreciate it."
Mi Yun had a feeling that she didn't know what the other party was talking about, but even if the other party was not friendly, she was not flustered and sat down to the side with the wine jar in her hand.
Perfect timing! The other party had cleared the room, so she finally had a place to sit and drink to her heart's content.
She took out a bowl and poured the wine in, but spilled the peach blossoms along with it. Mi Yun glanced at it and raised her hand to throw the bowl of wine aside.
"Young lady, peach blossoms are hard to find in July, so why not make wine with peach blossoms?"
A soft, white hand took the hand that was pouring the wine. Mi Yun looked up and gazed at her with eyes that were even more affectionate than peach blossoms, as if he were her long-lost lover.
Faced with this situation, Mi Yun simply emphasized expressionlessly, "This is wine with peach blossoms added, not wine brewed with peach blossoms."
Mi Yun tried to shake her off, but found that although the other woman's eyes were gentle and tender, her strength was anything but. She seemed to think of him as a stone Buddha statue in a temple, with an indestructible body, and showed no restraint whatsoever.
Mi Yun was getting a little impatient, and a silver needle quietly appeared in her left hand, which was hanging by her side.
The woman, however, went further, even raising her hand to stroke her face and examining her closely, saying, "You are a beautiful young lady, but it's a pity that you don't smile much. This world is so vast; if you don't have a good time today, you may not have another chance like this."
After the other party said those words, Mi Yun's expression turned extremely gloomy.
She hasn't been in the martial world for very long, but it's definitely not short either. Over this long period, almost everyone who has seen her is dead. Whether it's Baiyue or the Central Plains, no one has ever dared to provoke her like this. Today, she's determined to make this person taste the methods of the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect.
Mi Yun's needle flew out of her hand in an instant. Just as it was about to pierce the woman's body, the woman suddenly fell off her body as if her bones had been removed, and she fell into a coma.
What's going on?
Mi Yun probed and found that the other person had stopped breathing, surprisingly...
Dead?
Her hands are for killing, but someone has to be able to kill.
Mi Yun's face was extremely sour; she had encountered a lunatic late at night.
She finished the rest of her wine in one gulp, then turned around, pushed open the door, and was about to leave the inn when suddenly her eyes lit up. She frowned and turned back to look at it again.
When I turned around again, the scene behind me was exactly the same as the scene in front of me.
broken.
They've been caught in the middle.
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