After settling everything in, Xu Milu hurriedly headed towards the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain. Although there was no specific location, and the Journey to the West did not describe the detailed address, Nezha had pointed it out, saying that Longevity Mountain was a sacred mountain, close to Kunlun, and the one with the strongest immortal energy.
The Mountain and Sea Restaurant was quite well-known in Chang'an, and many demons recognized her. As she left the city gate, the old dragon, who was dozing on the gate tower, even raised his eyes, seemingly surprised that this little phoenix was heading west.
"You little brat, why aren't you with any adults around? Chang'an is about to be in chaos for a while, so don't run around aimlessly."
The old dragon on the city gate is the soul of a dragon. It has lived for as long as the human imperial court has existed, and it must be at least a thousand years old.
Perhaps because he rarely speaks, the dragon soul's voice sounded like a rusty iron bar turning:
"The imperial star is dim, yet purple aura is rising from the east. The stars Po Jun and Tan Lang have entered the mortal realm. It seems that bloodshed is about to break out in the Daming Palace again."
Is things about to get chaotic?
Xu Milu suddenly remembered that it was already the thirty-third year of Zhenguan, which meant that the Tang Emperor's lifespan was coming to an end. No wonder the old dragon had said such a thing.
It's unclear how history will unfold in this world. The Tang emperor, who should have died in the eleventh year of the Zhenguan era, lived for twenty more years, and the original crown prince, Li Chengqian, never plotted a rebellion. It's uncertain whether Empress Wu will be able to ascend the throne as she wished.
If you calculate the time, Wu Zetian is just eighteen years old now, the age when she is like a flower bud.
"Thank you for reminding me, I understand now."
Xu Milu bowed respectfully to the old dragon before walking out of the city gate and riding away on a cloud.
Regardless of the empress's future political maneuvering, her immediate priority is to reforge the broken Vermilion Bird Yin-Yang Blade.
Whether it's her awareness as a cook or her role as a "reserve food" that Lavinia cherishes, Xu Milu deeply understands that as long as she has a knife in her hand, she fears nothing.
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The further west you go, the colder it gets. When you reach the territory of Xiniu Hezhou, you can see many snow-covered mountains from the clouds. The snow is white and the land is vast and white. Occasionally, you can see the dark mountain rocks that are exposed above the ground.
The mountains are winding and undulating, resembling ferocious and terrifying dragons, quietly lurking in the snow-covered forests.
The biting wind chilled to the bone. The figure of a female fairy holding a treasure bottle appeared and disappeared among the clouds. Several graceful female fairies rose against the wind, holding clumps of snowflakes in their hands. With a flick of their fair hands, thousands of snowflakes, like silver powder, fluttered from the mouth of the bottle and flew down to the human world. For a moment, the earth, snow-capped mountains, and forests seemed to be made of silver.
—Several snowfalls have already occurred near Kunlun. If Xu Milu hadn't been so hot, her ears would probably have frozen off by now.
Xu Milu sat cross-legged on the cloud, just passing by the leading Snow Fairy. The fairy seemed to recognize her, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.
Once all the snowflakes had flown out of the treasure bottle, the other party leisurely performed a ritual to retrieve the bottle. Clouds swirled around her shoulders, and the glass bottle spun continuously in her palm.
The leading fairy was dressed in a light blue palace gown with a plain satin ribbon around her waist. Her hair was styled in a snake-shaped bun, and she was shrouded in a layer of pale golden clouds. As she walked, the hem of her skirt fluttered with an icy, snowy quality. She had a small red flower decoration on her forehead, a proper fairy attire.
What's most captivating is that she seems to be made of ice and snow, with a frosty aura emanating from her every breath.
The fairy descended from the clouds and said to Xu Milu, "Fellow Immortal, please wait! Do you still remember me, Fellow Immortal Xu?"
"The fairies were just making it snow? They must have worked so hard."
Xu Milu stood up and returned the greeting, smiling as she said, "So you are Fairy Gushe."
The fairy with the serpent-shaped hair bun smiled faintly, her previous aloof demeanor vanishing: "It's been a while since we last met, but I never expected to run into you here today. It's truly fate."
Xu Milu was very familiar with the fairy maiden and the precious vase.
The glass bottle in the other party's hand was the very same precious bottle that Gu Diao had stolen from Dong Shuangcheng of Yaochi during his rampage, a bottle specifically used for controlling snow. And since Fairy Gu She is the goddess of snow, it is not surprising that she appeared here.
At this moment, the female fairies who had been scattering snow in the sky had all finished their duties and descended to stand with Gu She, looking at Xu Mi Lu with curiosity in their eyes:
"Oh my! It's that Xu lady that Eleven Sister was talking about!"
"She is indeed beautiful, and seems to be a person of exceptional talent and intelligence. The Empress will surely adore her upon seeing her."
"Was it she who returned the glass vase a few days ago?"
"I've heard that she's extremely skilled in cooking; even Erlang Shen has praised her dishes!"
"I've heard about it too. Eleventh Sister told me that she held a 'Peach Blossom Banquet,' and even Nezha, the Third Prince, who is usually not close to people, went. It must have been a lot of fun."
A dozen or so beautiful fairies stood together, speaking softly and gently, like a flock of orioles singing. Each fairy had her own unique charm: some were delicate and lovely, some were serene and graceful, and some were as delicate as willows in the breeze. The scene was a riot of color, so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.
"Yes, it must be fate."
Xu Milu nodded slightly, said nothing else, and smiled as she looked at the heavy snow under the clouds:
"I used to think the snow scene was beautiful, but now I know it's all thanks to the hard work of my sisters' skillful hands."
No one dislikes hearing compliments, and the group of female fairies burst into laughter, their chattering and teasing:
"Oh dear, Fairy Xu is so sweet-talking, she must have drunk honey!"
"Sister Gushe, quickly take your treasure bottle and bring this glib-tongued little lady back to Kunlun!"
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