Chapter 59 Youthful Spring Robes (Part 5)
Jiang Gu originally did not want to come.
He returned to Qingping Peak to meditate and cultivate, but for the first time he was unable to concentrate. Although the unfamiliar and depressed mood had faded, it still came intermittently.
He pinched the water mirror and saw that, sure enough, Wei Feng was curled up in a corner wiping away tears.
Jiang Gu was utterly baffled. He had previously removed the scales and core of the person, tempered their body and cleansed their marrow, and even nearly possessed their body, yet the person hadn't cried like this. This time, he had only scratched the skin with a dagger, and the little beast was crying as if it was about to drown itself in tears.
It wasn't until he overheard Xuan Zhiyan and Xia Ling's conversation that he deduced that it might be because he hadn't agreed to accompany him to watch the fireworks on his birthday.
Cultivation was the most important thing in Jiang Gu's heart, and it was absolutely not to be shaken. So he simply came to Wei Feng to find a way to sever the emotional connection between the two of them.
As for watching fireworks... his crying is really annoying.
Wei Feng sniffed, staring at him with swollen eyes. His nose and mouth were red, and his eyelashes were wet and clumped together. He looked as disheveled as could be, completely unlike his previous fair and handsome appearance.
It's ugly.
Jiang Gu glanced at him with disdain and asked the question that had been bothering him, "Why are you crying like this?"
"I..." Wei Feng imagined himself to be as cunning and resourceful as the protagonist in a storybook, but he choked up as soon as he opened his mouth, and tears instantly filled his eyes. He wiped them hard with the back of his hand, feeling extremely ashamed, and hung his head, refusing to speak anymore.
Jiang Gu was very close to him and could clearly feel the tightness in his chest. Given the complexity of the emotions involved, he chose to ignore it and simply interpreted it as a child throwing a tantrum.
He was so agitated that he wanted to kill someone.
But Wei Feng couldn't be killed.
He could only painstakingly recall scenes of others comforting children from his distant memories. He imitated them, grabbed a handkerchief from a nearby shelf, wet it, and smeared it on Wei Feng's face. He softened his tone and said expressionlessly, "Don't cry."
Wei Feng's face was covered with a cold handkerchief, so he couldn't see Jiang Gu's expression. He could only hear that familiar, barely gentle voice. All the fear, anger, sadness, and grief he had felt before turned into unspeakable grievances. He choked up, then grabbed Jiang Gu's waist without thinking, buried his face in his chest, and sobbed.
"..." Jiang Gu froze on the spot, holding the handkerchief, his brows furrowing in a serious expression.
Why does the crying get worse the more you try to comfort her?
Instead of trying to appease the child, it's better to let him go into the secret realm to kill spirit beasts.
He took a deep breath, his killing intent palpable, and pressed his hand down on Wei Feng's head, barely suppressing the urge to crush it. He slapped it with a blank expression.
Wei Feng was crying intently, but soon he caught a whiff of that familiar, subtle fragrance emanating from his master. Logically, he should have moved away immediately, but then he thought, what's wrong with him smelling his master's fragrance when he's so upset?
Wei Feng buried his face in his clothes, his hands also restlessly wrapped around Jiang Gu's waist. He was a little distracted by the fragrance and couldn't help but hug him even tighter.
The emotions emanating from his heart grew increasingly strange. Jiang Gu slowly frowned, grabbed his neck, and lifted him away.
Wei Feng blinked innocently, his cheeks flushed, and called out to him in a nasal voice, "Master."
"Have you cried enough?" Jiang Gu asked coldly.
"Hmm." Wei Feng lowered his eyes a little guiltily. "I want to see the fireworks."
Jiang Gu: "..."
Just because I wanted to watch fireworks.
Promising.
——
The city of Longyun was brightly lit all night long.
Many cultivators also love to stay up late, especially spiritual cultivators and ghost cultivators who mostly like to be active at night. Now that it's just past midnight, it's their peak time.
Wei Feng's eyes had calmed down by now, and he followed closely behind Jiang Gu. Although he had something on his mind, he was still young, and when he heard the cultivators and vendors shouting at the stalls, he couldn't help but turn his head to watch the excitement.
"Young master, would you like to take a look at this fine jade hairpin?"
"Young master, this year's most popular storage bag..."
"Young friend, the puppet figures are quite fun, would you like to take a look?"
"Fellow Daoist, would you like some Huanmeng Incense?"
Wei Feng couldn't help but lean closer, looking at the ghost cultivator who was completely covered up, and asked in confusion, "What kind of fragrance is Huanmengxiang?"
“This Dream Fragrance has quite a history. You only need a tiny bit of it—” He mysteriously opened the small box containing the fragrance and handed it to Wei Feng. As soon as Wei Feng took it, he blew it onto Wei Feng’s face and said with a sinister smile, “You can do whatever you want to the person you want, and they won’t resist.”
As he spoke, he stretched out a bone claw, trying to touch Wei Feng's face, but before he could touch it, his wrist was grabbed by another hand and snapped.
The ghost cultivator immediately winced in pain and looked up in horror, "Misunderstanding! Fellow Daoist, you've misunderstood! I was just joking with this young friend!"
The two didn't exchange a single word. The young man stopped while the other continued walking forward. He thought they didn't know each other, but little did he know that the older one had actually hidden his cultivation level—and it wasn't low at all!
Wei Feng couldn't help but sneeze, rubbing his nose hard. "It smells awful."
He initially thought it was because the perfume powder was too fragrant, but he didn't expect that this ghost cultivator had impure thoughts, and it smelled sweet and seductive.
Jiang Gu raised his hand and wiped away the perfume powder still clinging to the tip of his nose, then used his spiritual power to wash him clean. "Don't accept things from strangers."
"Oh." Wei Feng rubbed his slightly itchy nose with his finger.
"Let's go." Jiang Gu continued forward.
Wei Feng hurriedly followed, this time not daring to stray too far from him. He was completely focused on Jiang Gu and did not notice that the ghost cultivator under the black robe had just fallen apart and turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.
"Hey, young master, would you like a longevity lock?" A vendor by the roadside called out to Wei Feng.
Seeing that the other party was an ordinary person, Wei Feng became bolder. He turned to look at the stall and saw a gold-inlaid jade longevity lock. Although the jade was of ordinary quality, it was round and cute.
However, he was already so old that he was well past the age of wearing longevity locks, so he only glanced at it a couple more times.
"Young master, you look like you're not old enough to wear a hat yet, so it's just right for you," the vendor said, who was very good at talking and knew who was in charge. He looked at Jiang Gu and flattered him, "Young master, your little brother is so handsome and cute, why don't you buy him one? He can't take his eyes off him!"
Wei Feng's face flushed instantly, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, I didn't—he's my master, don't talk nonsense!"
"Oh dear, Master, you absolutely must buy it! This jade of mine is top-quality Qingshan jade, the best for nourishing people, ensuring peace and safety. Longevity lock, longevity lock, it can ensure that the young master lives a long and prosperous life!" The vendor chuckled as he handed the longevity lock to Jiang Gu.
Jiang Gu took it and handed him a low-grade spirit stone, saying, "Keep the change."
"Thank you, young master!" The vendor said a few more auspicious words and happily put away the spirit stone.
"Here you go." Jiang Gu handed it to Wei Feng.
Wei Feng hesitated, looking at him tentatively, "Master, I'm actually not that—"
Jiang Gu put it directly around his neck. Wei Fengsheng was noble and pleasing, and these gold and jade ornaments suited him well. "If you like it, wear it."
He was finally able to clearly sense one of Wei Feng's emotions. Just now, when he saw the longevity lock, it was very similar to when Jiang Gu wanted divine artifacts and magic treasures. This feeling of being able to read his emotions made Jiang Gu very satisfied, after all, he still preferred to have everything under his own control.
"..." Wei Feng opened his mouth, lowered his head and touched the longevity lock, his eyes visibly brightening, "Thank you, Master."
This was the first time an elder had given him a longevity lock.
And it can also bless him with a long life and ascension to heaven.
Soon, Jiang Gu led him to the tallest star-gazing tower in Longyun City. Wei Feng followed him up the stairs with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. He was a little stubborn and didn't want to talk to Jiang Gu much, but he couldn't resist his curiosity. He couldn't help but touch the small lock around his neck. "Master, do you know how to get them to set off fireworks?"
Setting off fireworks at the Star Gazing Tower outside of holidays requires throwing in a lot of spirit stones. Wei Feng originally planned to arrange it himself, but with so many things happening, he had no mind to do it.
His master didn't seem like someone who understood these mundane matters, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Jiang Gu turned around and glanced at him.
Wei Feng immediately shut his mouth and followed him up the mountain.
As the two reached the railing at the top of the tower, countless fireworks burst into bloom in the night sky, enveloping the entire Longyun City in dazzling fireworks. Cranes soared into the sky, surrounded by auspicious clouds, and the sounds of zithers and lutes lingered for a long time.
Wei Feng's eyes reflected the colorful and brilliant light. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth slightly. When he saw the crane carrying the gift box flying over, he was shocked and took it. Then he couldn't wait to open it. Inside lay a broad sword that was completely black, with his name engraved on it in small seal script. He took out the sword with delight.
Jiang Gu stood with his hands behind his back, somewhat dissatisfied.
The sword was inconvenient to carry, so when he threw it to the people at the Star Gazing Tower, he only told them to put it on the high platform. Who knew they would make it so complicated and tedious, it was completely unnecessary.
He had no idea how many spirit stones he had thrown in because he thought it was too much trouble.
At the foot of the tower, the owner of the Star Gazing Tower, hands on his hips, laughed and said, "Good, very good! This is the most generous guest in ten years! Add cranes! Add drums and music! Keep the fireworks going! Make sure our distinguished guest is fully entertained—ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, he was slammed into the ground by a terrifying spiritual force.
Noisy.
Jiang Gu stared blankly at the still-running fireworks and Wei Feng, who showed no intention of leaving. His patience was about to run out.
"Master! This sword is forged from Moon Gazing Black Iron!" Wei Feng held up the broadsword for Jiang Gu to see, his eyes sparkling as he asked, "Can I use it as my natal sword?"
The Moon Gazing Black Iron is priceless and extremely rare in the auctions of the Pingze Continent. Even with money, it is very difficult to buy. Moreover, if it does not recognize a master, it cannot be stored in a storage bag. Once it recognizes a master, it is effective for life. Once the master dies, it will become scrap iron. Every natal magic weapon forged from it is a masterpiece. Wei Feng never thought that he would be able to see the real thing one day.
"Whatever you want," Jiang Gu said calmly.
Wei Feng was overjoyed. He temporarily forgot about Zhou Huaiming's despicable behavior during the day and became very fond of his longevity lock and moon-gazing sword. Although the two items had vastly different values, he liked them both very much.
Jiang Gu felt the joy welling up inside him, but looked at the fireworks that were still going on and on, feeling utterly bored. He couldn't understand why such a meaningless thing could make him so happy.
A cool breeze was blowing, and the air was filled with the faint smell of gunpowder smoke from the fireworks. Suddenly, a dark jade bracelet appeared before my eyes.
Jiang Gu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wei Feng beside him.
He didn't look at Jiang Gu, but was holding his sword and intently watching the fireworks with his head tilted back. He said in a deliberately casual tone, "Master, I don't like this broken bracelet. It's uncomfortable to wear. You can have it."
Compared to any magical artifact, he preferred the longevity lock.
And the master who bought him the longevity lock.
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