11 Declined
Hua Lang walked up to Yan Rong and waved his hand in front of him. Finding that he couldn't see, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing here..."
Before she could finish her words, Hua Lang staggered and almost fell. Xie Hanjing quickly supported her.
"Uncle Master, be careful."
"I'm fine," Hua Lang shook her head, stood firm, and looked helplessly at Yan Rong, whose fur stood up on alert after he pushed her.
Xie Han glanced at Yan Rong in surprise, then looked at Hua Lang and asked, "Master, do you know him?"
"Of course I know him. He is also a new disciple who joined a few days ago."
Yan Rong seemed to have just realized what was happening, and stumbling and groping, she asked, "Is that Senior Sister Lei?"
Hua Lang signaled Xie Hanjing not to speak, responded, and led the dizzy Yan Rong back to the path.
"It's me. Nice to meet you again. This road is so remote. How did you get here?"
Yan Rong smelled the familiar light bamboo fragrance and clutched Hua Lang's sleeve tightly. With a very pitiful look on her face, she said, "A few days ago, I was sent here to treat my injuries. Today... I wanted to go out for some fresh air, but I accidentally got lost."
How could a person with poor eyesight get lost here when going out for some fresh air?
Hua Lang saw that his clothes were disheveled and there were faint black marks on his exposed wrists, and vaguely guessed something.
She suppressed her anger and comforted Yan Rong, saying, "It's okay, I'll send you back later."
Although he has the same top-notch appearance, Yan Rong is not as sharp as Xie Hanjing. He has been bullied since he was a child and does not know how to resist. I am afraid that staying here is not much better than staying in the palace.
Hua Lang turned around and looked at Xie Hanjing, saying, "I'll go see Meiqiu another day. Today I have to send him back to the house first."
Xie Hanjing: "I'll go with my uncle. It's getting late, and it's not convenient for my uncle to go alone."
Yan Rong suddenly exerted force on the hand that was holding the corner of Hua Lang's clothes.
Hua Lang noticed that he was a little wary of Xie Hanjing, so he could only wave his hand, "No need, this child is shy. You go back first, I'll fold a paper crane for you to lead the way."
Hua Lang took out a piece of paper from his storage ring, folded it into a paper airplane in a few seconds, blew on it lightly, and the paper airplane flapped its wings and flew up.
This was a spiritual art known to all members of the Qinglai inner sect. With it, messages and objects could be sent via paper cranes. While beautiful, paper cranes were difficult to fold. Hua Lang could only fold a simple paper airplane, which he could manage to fly.
"Go back, it's getting late."
Xie Hanjing was silent for a while, and could only whisper: "I understand, Uncle Master, be careful on your journey."
Hua Lang nodded and watched him go away. It was getting dark and Xie Hanjing's figure could not be seen clearly after a few steps.
Hua Lang suddenly remembered that he left in the same way on his first night in Qinglai.
"He calls you Uncle Master? Senior Sister Lei, is this your junior?"
Hua Lang led him back to the top of the mountain, saying nonsense, "Of course not. He calls me Uncle Master because my name is Uncle Master Lei."
"I see... Shi Shu? Senior Sister, your name is really nice. That person seems to be very familiar with you."
Hua Lang: "Really? He has only been here for a few days. I am the same as him and you."
Hua Lang's tone was calm, and there was no sign of abnormality in her voice, but 001 in her mind was in trouble. He had just returned from a trip with bags of data, and his screen was flooded with exclamations of "Ahhhhhhh".
001 angrily threw the database aside and protested: [Host, what are you doing!]
Hua Lang happily showed 001: "Look, who I picked up today."
001 At a glance, Yan Rong was being led by Hua Lang, and a look of displeasure flashed across the lower half of her face that was not covered by the white veil.
001 saw it quickly and immediately disapproved, "Host, stop dragging him along. Can't you see he doesn't want to go home with you?"
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Hua Lang stopped and turned around, meeting Yan Rong's dazed expression. He seemed to notice her gaze and gave her a harmless smile.
It was rare for him to let down his guard and trust this senior sister who had helped him once, like a tired bird that finally found a branch to rest on, and he didn't even have time to distinguish whether the other end of the twig was a tree trunk or a poisonous snake.
He tilted his head and asked, "Senior Sister...what's wrong?"
Hua Lang was healed by his smile and helped him pick up the fallen leaves on his head, saying, "Nothing."
In his mind, he started arguing with 001: "How can you, an artificial intelligence, be so cunning and try to frame someone to win his favor? Look at Yan Rong, she's so well-behaved."
001:?
001 sensed the sinister nature of human nature, and was so angry that his chip nearly overloaded. He said sarcastically: "Host, you should also go get your eyes treated."
Hua Lang didn't bother to pay attention to the petty 001. He saw the light of the teleportation array from afar and asked Yan Rong, "Do you know where your room is?"
Yan Rong nodded and told her the district and hall number. While Hua Lang was helping him operate the formation, Yan Rong asked, "What about Senior Sister? Where does she live now?"
Hua Lang opened her mouth and closed it again, she suddenly hesitated.
In Hua Lang's original idea, he could hide behind the scenes and wait for the critical point of Yan Rong's fate to appear, so as to change his evil ending, and he would not have too much contact with him.
But now, looking at the scarred Yan Rong, she realized that apart from the turning point in his life, Yan Rong also encountered various bullying in his daily life.
Although these things were not described in detail in the original book, Yan Rong had already left the paper and was standing in front of her in reality. The experiences behind a living person could not be described in just a few words.
If she just stood by and watched these "little things", Yan Rong might eventually turn evil.
Hua Lang was torn between his conscience and his desires, and he pondered, "I'm often out on missions and rarely stay in the sect. Wait for me for a moment, and I'll give you something."
Hua Lang opened the storage ring, his eyes swept across the mess of weapons, and fixed on the weeds in the corner.
She pinched out a piece of grass and took out the spirit storage stone.
Spirit storage stones are scarce and expensive, and are generally used to operate high-level formations. The one in her hand was broken off by her herself when Ming Jinshu took her to the stone cliff cave on Huatang Peak.
Hua Lang placed the sharp-edged spirit-storing stone on the grass silk. With a flip of his fingers, the spirit-storing stone was sealed in the center of the grass cage. The sharp edges were caught by the folded grass silk, and finally formed - a mass of unidentified objects.
Hua Lang mobilized the spiritual energy and stored it in the stone, and the unidentified object turned into a glowing unidentified object.
Hua Lang, relying on Yan Rong's inability to see, handed the Spirit Storage Stone over without a guilty conscience, saying, "If you run into any trouble, just smash this stone. The spiritual energy inside is mine, and it can protect you. The formation has been activated, so hurry back."
Yan Rong took the spirit storage stone and gently stroked Hua Lang's palm with his fingertips.
"Thank you, Senior Sister. Yan Rong will take her leave now. I hope that I will have the opportunity to see you again in the future."
"There will definitely be a chance." Hua Lang agreed, watching Yan Rong disappear into the formation with a loving look.
At night, a cold wind blew on the top of the mountain, and the low grass leaves were silent, as if they were about to crawl into the ground.
Hua Lang looked at the sky and sighed.
I didn’t have dinner again.
*
After returning to Qijing Peak, Hua Lang wanted to look for Mo Jinghong. As soon as he arrived at Fengyou Palace, he saw the palace gates were wide open. On each side stood a team of disciples, with solemn expressions and uniform attire, a uniform Hua Lang had never seen before.
Hua Lang's heart skipped a beat, and countless guesses flashed through his mind.
The first thing that came to my mind was - could it be that Mo Jinghong really drank himself to death!
This idea was so terrifying that Hua Lang quickly threw it out of his mind. Mo Jinghong was a powerful Yuanying cultivator. Even if he drank dozens of jars of wine a day, there would definitely be no problem... right?
With this in mind, Hua Lang entered Fengyou Palace with trepidation...
"Excuse me, I will take my leave now."
As soon as he came in, Hua Lang regretted running too fast.
Next to the pavilion, Mo Jinghong looked rare and clear-headed, his clothes neatly dressed, holding a bloody whip with bone thorns. Opposite him was a man who had been beaten to a bloody mess.
The two men were in a standoff. The other man was particularly tall, but there was no weapon in his hand. He had his back to the melting lamp, and Hua Lang could not see his face clearly. But even though he had several whip wounds on his body, the man stood straight and refused to fall down.
Mo Jinghong threw the whip forward and hit the man, who staggered twice.
Mo Jinghong looked at Hua Lang, waved, and said, "Xiao Qi is here. Don't be in a hurry to leave. I heard from your Senior Brother Gong that your poisoning has been resolved. Come here and let me take a look."
As soon as Mo Jinghong opened his mouth, the other man turned his head to look at Hua Lang.
Hua Lang was stared at by the two of them and stopped running away. He said dryly, "Haha... Master, I'm fine, I'm fine. There's nothing to see. You go ahead and do your work today. I'll come back another day."
"I am an idle person, so there is nothing for me to do. Since I have nothing to do today, Xiao Qi will stay here and have a couple of drinks with me."
At this point, Mo Jinghong turned to look at the man again, "Don't think that just because you are... you can go against my decision. Go away and don't get in my way anymore."
The man picked up the whip in silence, and the whip disappeared in his palm, as if it was called back to the sea of spirits.
This is actually his own weapon?
Afterwards, the man walked around Hua Lang and headed towards the palace gate. As he walked, his wounds were torn repeatedly, but he did not show any sign of hesitation, as if he had already gotten used to such injuries.
Several disciples standing at the door followed him in an orderly manner. In the night, the group left in a mighty manner.
Seeing Feng Yougong had returned to his usual self, Hua Lang nervously walked towards Mo Jinghong and asked, "Master, who was that person just now?"
Mo Jinghong disagreed, "He's your fourth senior brother Murong He, and he came here today specifically to ask for a beating. Xiaoqi, don't learn from him. It's very hard for a master to beat people."
Hua Lang just thought that this was Mo Jinghong's enemy, but she didn't expect it to be one of her senior brothers.
She quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, no, Master, I'm afraid of pain and don't like being beaten."
She politely declined this abnormal master-disciple relationship.
Mo Jinghong laughed, patted her shoulder, and led Hua Lang to sit in the pavilion.
He said, "Xiao Qi, last time I didn't know you couldn't drink so much, so I gave you the aged wine made from the Bojing fruit. Let's try a different kind of wine this time."
Mo Jinghong raised his hand, and the wine automatically flowed out of the jar and poured into the two people's cups. A clear fruity aroma mixed with the smell of wine came out.
"This wine isn't intoxicating, drink it without worry!"
Mo Jinghong drank it all in one gulp, poured himself another, and said, "The eldest son of the Wu family will also come to the discussion in a few days. They will arrive early the day after tomorrow. Your senior brother Murong should have gone to take him in, but he is now disfigured and needs a few days to recover from his injuries. So I will hand this matter over to you."
Hua Lang quickly refused, "Master, I have to host the second entrance trial with Third Senior Sister the day after tomorrow."
Mo Jinghong burped. "That's a small matter. If it really doesn't work, you can take them to see the trial."
Hua Lang was stunned. Wu's visit to the entrance trial, isn't this the main plot? Why would she be the one to do it?
Since it was related to the main storyline, Hua Lang had no choice but to take it. "Then when the time comes, I'll take them to watch the trial together."
Mo Jinghong said with satisfaction, "Alright, you're truly a good disciple of my master. Come, have a drink!"
Hua Lang picked up the wine glass, tilted it, and looked at it in the light. The wine was clear and transparent, with a blend of sweet and sour fruit aroma and the slightly intoxicating smell of fermentation.
While she was dawdling, Mo Jinghong drank several more cups and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Hua Lang swallowed reluctantly, brought the wine glass to his lips, and took a cautious sip.
“—clang.”
The wine glass fell to the ground, and Hua Lang's face pressed against the stone table, drunk to death.
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