Let's go to Wushan together
Zhu Xun closed the door and looked at Chao Lan expressionlessly. "What right do you have to see him?"
Chao Lan peeked behind him, and although she could only see the tightly closed door, Zhu Xun instinctively shielded it. Zhu Xun's eyes were bloodshot, clearly from crying, so it seemed that his master's condition was not optimistic.
Chao Lan looked straight at Zhu Xun, her face equally expressionless.
I still remember what he said when he took my master away from my arms that day: "You ruined everything." Even after You Youju's warmth had completely left my arms, those taunts were still grating: "You can't compare to the feelings I have for him."
Chao Lan took out a small glass bottle from her Qiankun bag. Inside, a small, off-white sphere shimmered with a clear, gentle light.
Zhu Xun then noticed that his face was pale and his body had become much thinner.
He stared at the small ball, gritted his teeth, and asked, "What does this mean? A ruse?"
Chao Lan finally spoke, letting out a mocking laugh: "I have found a way to wake Master up."
Zhu Xun was stunned. He subconsciously reached out to snatch it, but Chao Lan dodged it.
"What do you mean? You can't bear to part with it?"
Chao Lanci said, "Why all the fuss? Who knows if you'll betray your master and ancestors after you get the War Emperor Pearl and the Floating Rain Spirit Jade?"
Zhu Xun narrowed his eyes: "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you right now?"
Chao Lan tossed the glass bottle over, saying nonchalantly, "You're welcome to give it a try."
Zhu Xun took the glass bottle and turned to walk into the room.
Sure enough, he opened the door with a dark expression in less than a minute.
It turns out that the War Emperor Pearl would dim and lose its effectiveness if it left its owner, turning into an ordinary pearl.
Chao Lan walked quickly to the bedside. He was now a mortal, and having come through the wind and snow, his hands were still cold, so he did not immediately take You Youju's hand.
Chao Lan called softly, "Master, it is Huai Jing."
You Youju couldn't respond, but they could feel their breathing become heavier for a moment.
Zhu Xun urged, "Use whatever method you have quickly."
Chao Lan looked around the room; it was warm and full of spiritual energy. He took off his clothes, but Zhu Xun pressed him down: "Hey!"
Chao Lan replied, "I have already separated my spiritual pearl; I am but a mortal. Are you still afraid that I will do something improper to him?"
He slowly took off his outer clothes, revealing honey-colored skin and a bright scar on his chest, which had just scabbed over.
"I suppose you've searched high and low, turning through countless books, haven't you? If you can't find a way to awaken him, I'm no less frustrated than you." Chao Lan picked up a teacup from the table and suddenly took out the Immortal-Slaying Blade. "This method is something I came up with myself. It's risky, but worth a try."
With a soft "plop," the Immortal-Slaying Blade was plunged into his hand without hesitation, instantly turning his already pale face even more ashen. Blood from his heart trickled down the dagger's guide, dripping into the bowl.
Zhu Xun unconsciously clenched her fists and asked, "Then what can I do?"
Seeing that his attitude had softened, Chaolan smiled and said, "Bring me two highly nourishing pills, otherwise I won't be able to hold on until Master wakes up."
After taking the medicine, Chaolan pushed the glass bottle toward Zhuxun: "Use spiritual power... to let him absorb and purify it."
Without hesitation, Zhu Xun immediately got to work.
The blood from the heart, along with Zhu Xun's spiritual power, swirled around the War Emperor Pearl, then enveloped it. In no time, the War Emperor Pearl dissolved into the blood from the heart, refining it until it was as clear as water.
Strangely, the pool of water gathered in mid-air to form a semicircle, and Zhu Xun tried to send it into You Youju's mouth, but he couldn't get it to move no matter what he did.
Chao Lan was already in a daze due to blood loss, and his vision was blurry. Fortunately, even if the medicine took effect, he probably wouldn't be able to see You Youju one last time.
"Why did you come up with this idea?" Zhu Xun asked.
Chao Lan was very weak and said intermittently, "The Purple Emperor Sword... originally belonged to me..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhu Xun did not hesitate and immediately formed three fingers into a claw, gouging out his own eye socket.
The Floating Rain Spirit Jade was already like blood, and now with the addition of new blood, it was even more vibrant. Zhu Xun didn't cry out in pain, and used the remaining spiritual energy to refine it again.
As soon as the Floating Jade entered the pool of purified heart's blood, it immediately turned crimson and churned together as if boiling. Zhu Xun exhausted the last bit of spiritual power before finally feeding it into You Youju's belly.
You Youju received both the Floating Rain Spirit Jade and the War Emperor Pearl at the same time, and her body immediately reacted, her complexion becoming rosy.
He lit a talisman, and Yao Guang immediately appeared before him: "Your Excellency! What is this?!"
Zhu Xun glanced at the half-dead Chao Lan, whose face was covered in blood and whose one eye was empty, making him look particularly sinister. However, the corners of his mouth inexplicably curled up: "Take him with you and treat our injuries immediately. Youju will wake up soon."
Slowly, Youju opened her eyes.
He rolled his eyes, made sure he was aware of his surroundings, and was surprised to find that he was not dead.
He wanted to speak, but because his throat was too dry, he could not make a sound, only a faint whisper.
Nevertheless, a hand still parted the bed curtains, letting in the sunlight, and two figures stood inside.
"Master/Uncle, you're awake?"
You Youju suddenly smiled, and two tears welled up in his eyes, which he could not control. It turned out that all he wanted was this moment. War, the lives of others, the world of immortals and demons were not what he wanted. He just wanted the present, and for the important people to be by his side.
After You Youju recovered, the relationship between the three was very harmonious. Chaolan and Zhuxun enjoyed deceiving him, saying things like they made a bet that he would not use his spiritual power for a year, that he wanted to experience the life of an ordinary person, and that he wanted to accompany You Youju to be a mortal. In short, the two of them used their mouths to coax You Youju into a daze.
Previously, Zhu Xun had been managing the business in the mortal world, so they simply withdrew from the rest and focused solely on Nice's pastry shop.
Zhu Xun and Chao Lan each run two shops in the east and west of the city. They always compete and vie with each other in everything they do. You Youju has long been used to this and takes serving water to the extreme. If she stays in the east shop for an hour, she will never sit in the west shop for half a day.
After more than half a year of bickering, You Youju felt incredibly relaxed. The family of four often ate together, but Yaoguang was often absent due to his busy schedule, which made You Youju feel regretful.
After the children finished their work, Youyouju finally had some time to himself in this dream world. He had lost count of how long he had been there. He had finally become a mortal. When would he die?
A few days ago, while washing up, I noticed some fine lines around my eyes in the bronze mirror. I guess I'm getting old.
But when I looked in the mirror today, I seemed to have a few more wrinkles and a few more gray hairs. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to hide it anymore.
He wandered aimlessly to a lake, where the wind blew his clothes and pushed him along.
Several boatmen on the shore were tying up their boats and retrieving them when they saw a man approaching. They waved him off and said, "Sir, you should go back now, it's about to rain."
You Youju felt a pang of melancholy. The lake seemed boundless, its green waves undulating, whitened by the wind, while dark clouds slowly approached from the horizon.
He took out a silver ingot and handed it to the boatman: "It's alright, please rent the boat to me."
The boatman gave him a strange look. He was really generous. Anyway, he had already told him that there was no harm in it, so he untied the rope and left.
You Youju boarded a small boat and headed against the wind into the depths of the lotus leaves. The lotus leaves were bent over by the wind, and several lotus flowers covered their faces, unable to withstand the disturbance of the wind.
The small boat followed the planned sightseeing route. Both sides of the canal were lined with lotus leaves and flowers. You Youju sat on the boat, gazing quietly, seemingly lost in thought.
Dark clouds gathered, and then a few raindrops fell, pattering and merging with the lake water and lotus leaves.
He stood outside the cabin, seemingly oblivious.
The rain gradually dampened the white clothes and black hair, a thin mist rose around, and the sound of a flute could be heard in the distance.
He cried again, like rain.
He should be fearless, since this is his second time coming back from the dead.
The crying grew louder and the rain poured down harder. He covered his face and, exhausted, knelt in the boat.
The rain pounded down relentlessly.
Rain beats against the lotus leaves, rain beats against the cabin, rain buries his weeping.
The world is vast and boundless, yet there is only a single grain of millet.
He was all alone, surrounded by mountains and rivers.
The wind is still pushing, and a grain of white sand in the green waves sways and drifts in the lake, letting the wind blow it away, letting the rain splash it, letting the lotus flowers bloom, and letting the green water surge.
Zhu Xun found him on the riverbank. He held up an umbrella and hurriedly pulled You Youju into the car.
You Youju looked up at the umbrella, which was bright red. It was the one Zhu Xun had bought when he was a child, to be used when it snowed.
Zhu Xun looked unwell. With a dark expression, he used his coat to wipe You Youju's hair. When it was almost done, he threw off his coat, his face ashen, and said nothing.
You Youju felt a mix of guilt and helplessness. He thought back to when he first found Zhu Xun, that indifferent boy, who now displayed so many expressions and emotions.
What did I say back then?
Indifference is the absence of sorrow, pity, joy, and worry.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but grin and say, "Good Xun'er, don't be angry. I didn't expect it to rain while we were boating on the lake!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he sneezed.
Zhu Xun ignored You Youju and said to the coachman, "Find an inn to stop and have someone bring you a set of clothes."
You Youju lay quietly in the bathtub, while Zhu Xun sat outside the screen, sipping his tea in silence.
You Youju casually threw on some clothes and pleaded, "Good Zhuxun, why are you still angry with me? What will it take for you to forgive me, Uncle?"
Zhu Xun turned his head and saw You Youju's hair spread out. Although it wasn't as thick and flowing as her hair when she was at Chaoyun Mountain, it was still long hair that reached her hips.
He suddenly remembered that when he was in school, Zhang Wei and his friends persuaded him to go to the theater. After watching a pornographic play, he ran back with a nosebleed and bumped his head into You Youju's chest.
At that time, he was only about the size of a jujube tree.
His heart softened instantly, and he unconsciously walked towards You Youju.
A faint floral scent. I can see the top of my uncle's head.
You Youju looked up at him, her slightly damp fingers pinching Zhu Xun's cheek: "Smile, like this." Then, she revealed her white teeth and gave a perfect smile.
The two were extremely close.
Youju was so close that he could feel Zhuxun's hot breath. He blushed instantly and took two steps back. Zhuxun grabbed his wrist.
"Uncle, why are you blushing?"
You Youju was surprised that Zhu Xun was so disrespectful, and awkwardly didn't know where to look.
He took Zhu Xun's hand and sat down in the chair, saying, "You're so disrespectful! I have a cold!"
Zhu Xun bent down and reached out to pull You Youju's clothes tighter, staring straight into You Youju's eyes: "Since you have caught a cold, Uncle should wear more clothes."
You Youju's eyes darted around as Zhu Xun's face drew closer, the paintings and four-faced statues in the Demon Palace flashing through his mind. He imagined his face must be as red as a monkey's bottom.
What if Zhu comes looking for relatives?
Zhu Xun reached out and picked up a strand of his white hair, his eyes darkening.
You Youju deflated with disappointment, tucking her white hair behind her ear to hide it.
Zhu Xun glanced at him, just as You Youju looked up and their eyes met. Zhu Xun simply didn't look away, and kissed the strand of white hair under You Youju's gaze.
A wave of emotion washed over You Youju, and he felt it was necessary for him to see a psychologist.
This is abnormal, especially with oranges! You can't do this! Where are your morals? Where are your principles?!
He subconsciously raised his hand to smooth his wrinkles, afraid that Zhu Xun would see them if he got too close.
In Zhu Xun's opinion, this movement was very graceful.
One of them sat, another bent over, one hand fiddling with their hair, the other stroking their face, and the other holding hands. The air was filled with warm steam, a faint fragrance of flowers, and the sound of beating hearts.
Should it begin like this? You Youju asked himself. He tried reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra to control himself, but now that he was an ordinary person, would the Heart-Cleansing Mantra still be effective?
I remember in the first ten years after he came into this world, his desires were undisguised, his ambitions were boundless, and he was unrestrained, arrogant, and disdainful of everyone.
That's him, it seems...?
You Youju lowered her eyes, then gently raised them again, looking straight at Zhu Xun without flinching.
Zhu Xun's eyes widened instantly, and his breathing became rapid. He took a step back, but You Youju grabbed his hand and refused to let go.
Zhu Xun unconsciously opened her mouth slightly, seemingly still in surprise.
It felt as if it were raining inside. Zhu Xun was soaked to the bone, while You Youju stood tall and unyielding, not a single strand wet. Zhu Xun's legs went weak under You Youju's gaze, and he wished he could immediately kneel down at her feet.
Although they were in an ambiguous relationship, in Zhu Xun's mind it felt like a real, hard-fought battle.
With a gentle tug—he swore he didn't use any force—Zhu Xun staggered and was pulled into his arms, sitting on You Youju's lap just like when they were children.
They faced each other, their noses bumping together.
If you meet someone above, you should also greet them below.
"Uncle...I..." Huan Zhuxun blushed.
No matter what, You Youju has lived much longer than Zhu Xun. How could she be suppressed by a young man in his twenties?
"Chirp." You Youju gave Zhu Xun a light and quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Zhu Xun's eyes were wide open.
Then, without any regard for anything else, he hugged You Youju and started kissing her. There was no set pattern; it was just lips touching lips, a chaotic kissing and biting, which made it impossible for You Youju to break free.
"Wait!"
"I don't want to wait! I've been waiting for so long!" Zhu Xun pleaded pitifully with tears in her eyes.
You Youju held his shoulder, sighed, and kissed him deeply again.
Zhu Xun's fingers darted through the black hair, kissing the streaks of snow-white hair again and again, his affectionate eyes never tiring of the sight.
Youyouju's long hair swept across his back, leaving behind a few specks of red plum blossoms. In the end, Zhuxun cried.
You Youju held him tightly, and Zhu Xun could no longer bear it. Along with You Youju's panting, he shed many tears.
He couldn't bear to let go of You Youju, holding her tightly and begging her to do it again.
You Youju's strength was now very limited. He got up and gently wiped away Zhu Xun's tears, placing his hand on the end of his hair. His hair fell over his body, covering his fair skin, making him look as alluring as a mountain spirit.
Zhu Xun was overjoyed and tireless, but thinking of You Youju who had caught a cold, he didn't stop until nightfall.
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