Chapter 129: Wulin Misleading Stories 3
I had assumed this demonic cult's style favored a certain palette of gray and black, but I was surprised to discover pavilions, terraces, ponds, and waterside pavilions reflected among the verdant pines and cypresses, dotted with rockery, grotesque rocks, flower beds, bonsai, and vines and bamboo. Crossing the courtyard and ascending the nine stone steps, I arrived at the magnificent Grand Master's Hall.
It is said that this is an imitation of an ancient building. The main hall is more than ten meters high, with a golden roof and stone walls painted with various animal patterns in colorful colors. The floor in the center of the main hall is covered with a carpet embroidered with soft-toned brocade and satin, on which large bright red bliss mandalas are burning.
Walking quickly across the corridor and onto the covered bridge, Feng Wu looked out at a small pavilion in the center of the lake. There was no one in the pavilion at this moment, so he decided to enjoy his meal in the pavilion in the center of the lake where the light gauze was dancing.
With his spiritual consciousness as a shield, the brazen Feng Wu was like air in the eyes of the Xuanyin Sect's guards and sentries.
The pavilion in the middle of the lake is not very big. Apart from a heavy stone table and four short round stools placed in the center of the pavilion, there is an extremely eye-catching chaise longue with a scarlet brocade pattern on the terrace extending about one meter from the pavilion.
"Tsk tsk tsk, they really know how to enjoy themselves!" Feng Wu commented indignantly in his heart, and then his mind was completely focused on the delicious food on the table.
The Eight Treasure Duck tasted excellent, with tender meat that left a lingering fragrance on the cheeks, and none of the fishy smell of the duck itself. Feng Wu had been well-educated in eating since she was a child, and even though it was a bit inconvenient to eat a whole duck with chopsticks, she still had no intention of trying it.
The glutinous rice lotus root melts in your mouth. The fragrance of the lotus root and the softness of the glutinous rice are perfectly combined. Dip it in the small bag of white sugar that Fengwu found, and the taste is so good that even a god would not make it.
After leisurely enjoying a delicious meal, Feng Wu had already made up her mind that she would stay in Xuanyin Sect for the next year. These people in Xuanyin Sect really knew how to enjoy life. Feng Wu reasonably guessed that the fat chefs cooking in iron woks in the kitchen were probably people they had kidnapped from somewhere.
She thought that if these people were unwilling to stay in Xuanyin Sect after a year, she could just send them down the Bone-Hua Cliff as a reward for free meals for a year.
After a satisfying meal, Feng Wu narrowed her peach blossom eyes with satisfaction, bathing in the warm winter sun, her body relaxed and lazy, looking at the beauty bed that was just big enough to fit her, she felt a little crazy and excited.
He hadn't slept in a bed for several years. He spent almost every day and night at the bottom of the cliff in meditation. He suppressed the inexplicable mysophobia in his heart, took out a coat made of shark gauze from the cave, and threw himself on the beauty bed. Feng Wu nestled into the arms of the beauty bed without any spine.
He did not forget to cover his body with another layer of spiritual consciousness, smelled the scent of sunshine, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When Feng Wu opened his eyes, they were clear. He turned his head to look inside the thick tiled eaves. He heard the sound of several people's footsteps approaching from afar, heading towards the lake.
After putting away the shark gauze that shone brightly in the sunlight, Feng Wu touched the surface of the lake with her toes and disappeared among the thick green shadows before anyone arrived.
Recently, strange things have been happening frequently in the big kitchen. The prepared dishes on the kitchen counter always disappear inexplicably. Several chefs and kitchen helpers have tried all kinds of ways. No matter how hard they watch the prepared meals, they will disappear without a trace if they lose sight of them.
Except for the leader who was out on business and had not returned yet, several guardian elders searched everywhere in the sect but could not find the thief who had maliciously stolen the food.
As time went by, the story of the food thief being a starving ghost was spread by the believers, and this story became even more prevalent as the believers listed one piece of so-called evidence after another.
Fortunately, people only discussed it in private. Besides, the starving ghost only steals food and does not kill people, so people are not that afraid of the thief's instinct. They often joked, "I'm afraid that the starving ghost will come to steal your lentil-brained head tonight."
Feng Wu walked past these people with a wooden face, and wanted to say: I don't like to eat human flesh and brains.
But now she is just a woman in gorgeous clothes walking on the beams at night, so she will not bother with these minions.
Returning to his own territory - an unused wing room, Feng Wu tapped the bored system in his mind.
"What time is it now? How many days are left until the original storyline begins?"
The system humanely took off the small gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose. The glasses chain with a golden luster swayed as the glasses were taken off, attracting people's attention.
A thick book appeared in her hand. After flipping through dozens of pages, she glanced at the text and said, "Host, there are still 183 days before the mission target returns to the Mad Wolf Sect. Do you plan to go back and follow the plot now? Host, you just need to complete the mission. There is no need for a plot!" When did the host become so cautious? She is a person who is not afraid of OOC, so why would she go through the plot of the mission target step by step?
Feng Wu was silent for a moment, unsure of what she was insisting on. However, she felt the original body's reluctance to give up. Feng Wu considered retracing Yu Feifeng's path. Firstly, this would allow her to completely give up, realizing that once someone's heart is set on a rut, even ten elephants can't pull them back. Secondly, once the original body had completely given up, she wouldn't have to hold back when she took action.
"Just come on the day when the original body returns to the sect. When the time comes, remember to remind me so that I can set off in advance..." This may sound a bit wrong, but this is basically what I meant.
"Got it, host..." After hesitating for a while, the system said hesitantly: "Host, this is an ancient world again. Fans can't help you with the task. Hehe, but the host is so strong that it doesn't matter whether there are fans or not! Host, come on! Fighting!" The system symbolically clenched its little fist and cheered for the host very seriously.
"Heh...heh..." Feng Wu smiled awkwardly and quickly shifted his gaze away from the dizzy pink mass.
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