Chapter 94 Dawn? (3)
Luo Xuanyi changed her clothes incredibly quickly, emerging from the room before Dong Zhu and Dong Xian could even say a word. She looked a world away from her casual appearance before, especially her black hair, which had been tangled and loose, now casually tied atop her head. Now, it was tied together with a red string adorned with a white jade pendant and threaded through two simply carved mahogany hairpins, leaving only a long ponytail swaying behind her, appearing both lively and elegant.
He changed into a red and black cassock. The upper body was made of simple, fitted fabric, making it easy to move. The soft hand guards on his hands were embroidered with a navy blue pattern of a phoenix gracefully preening its feathers. A bamboo slip and a storage bag hung from his waist. The stone tablet he had originally carried on his back was also tied to his waist, but it seemed smaller than before and not too conspicuous.
Below the slender waist is a skirt that overlaps on all sides. The edges are embroidered with red auspicious clouds with tight stitches. The length is just above the knee, and it cannot hide the slender and capable leggings and boots underneath.
There was just one thing: Luo Xuanyi had taken off almost all of her silver jewelry and the heavier heart armor, so when she stood there, it gave the illusion that only her pair of light gray vertical pupils were glowing.
If you ignore her smile, you will find that although the corners of her eyes are droopy like a soft moon, she slightly raises her eyes when looking at people, and her gaze downwards as if looking down. Combined with her pale skin that is almost like a dead person and her voice that is cold, she will inexplicably make people feel a sense of danger.
She's more like someone who keeps a cold face. Dong Zhu thought so as he watched Luo Xuanyi approach the crowd with a nearly perfect smile on her face. "Thank you, I really like this dress." Without waiting for Ling Yong's compliments, she suddenly reached out and accurately grabbed Dong Zhu's hand in the crowd, pulling it back and easily separating herself from the crowd, placing Dong Zhu beside her.
Dong Zhu felt a powerful force grip her wrist, and she was pulled over almost without resistance, just as she had rushed to Luo Xuanyi's side. Luo Xuanyi's strength was well controlled, and Dong Zhu's wrist was not hurt at all, but her heart was still beating wildly.
"But I still want to finish the formation quickly, so let's talk later."
"Because I only have a little mana left, I can't leave the jungle, okay?"
Right in the crowd, she raised her hand and threw out the bamboo slips. The exaggerated wind pressure made the crowd retreat involuntarily. The dark purple bamboo slips unfolded in an instant. The air suddenly became cold, and a pair of strange words flashed, and then suddenly disappeared.
Such a magnificent scene almost made everyone hold their breath. This was a cultivator. Dong Zhu took in everything before him with almost fanatical intensity until Luo Xuanyi pulled him onto the bamboo slips.
Leaping into the air, everything under his feet quickly became small, and he turned into a black dot. The strange woods were densely packed together, like a circle wrapped around the village. Clouds flowed past him quickly, as light as a feather, penetrating Dong Zhu's fingertips, but Dong Zhu could not feel any hurtful wind because there was a layer of warm barrier on the bamboo slips.
For the first time, she discovered the world outside the village—how vast, how magnificent, and how colorful it was. As the bamboo slips moved, she listened to Luo Xuanyi tell her stories about the two distinct rivers to the east and west, and gazed at the mountains stretching from north to south. Everything was free, everything was beautiful.
Life outside must be full of differences and charm, just like the cultivators who come from outside.
Luo Xuanyi, standing beside her, seemed amused by her reaction. Dong Zhu watched as Luo Xuanyi reached out and tossed a small flag from under her handguard. It soon returned to her hand, bearing a small goose-yellow flower.
"I'm giving it to you. It's the same color as your ribbon."
The small flower landed on Dong Zhu's open palm, where she observed it with careful curiosity. Its soft, thin, almost translucent petals had distinct veins, like fragile blood vessels, pulsing with life. The small, bright yellow petal was like a shooting star landing in her palm.
She didn't know what to do with it, and finally Luo Xuanyi picked it up and gently pinned it on her lapel.
When the bamboo slips fell onto the barren land of the village, which was less than one percent of the dense forest, Dong Zhu looked up and saw the small, unchanging sky. A feeling of suffocation gradually surged into her chest, and she almost couldn't breathe.
A century-old mud house, a century-old life, a long life with almost no entertainment. They were constantly struggling to survive. Their only food and water were cold frost fruit, but they tasted bland, almost like breathing. There were only enough for the tribe to eat two a day, not counting the amount for the altar warriors.
What is the meaning of living like this?
Now she had it. She looked at the delicate flowers on her lapel, her heart overflowing with love.
"What's it like outside? Is it the same as here?" "What is this? A flower? It looks like a dried flower stick passed down from the village chief's grandfather's family!" "There really are flowers! I thought it was made of cloth."
Faced with the curious faces that came up to him, Dong Zhu made up his mind.
"We didn't go very far, just looked out, but,"
She thought of the river, the mountains, the clouds flowing through her fingertips, and Luo Xuanyi's powerful strength.
"Life out there is definitely better and more exciting than ours!"
Luo Xuanyi, standing behind her, chuckled softly. The sound was so faint that it was immediately drowned out by the crowd's enthusiastic voices. She took advantage of the situation and walked to the front of the group, beginning to recount some interesting stories about people she had read about in books.
The entire village practically erupted in flames. Dong Zhu had never seen such a vibrant village before. Normally, everyone would only get a bit more energetic when the altar warriors went out. People were running around, as if they had to do something to express their excitement, even though there wasn't much to prepare.
Dong Zhu was reluctant to dry the flower, but he also didn't want to lose it. He was always torn between these two feelings. Every time he changed clothes, he would gently pluck the small flower and clumsily pin it on his lapel, imitating Luo Xuanyi's movements. Perhaps Luo Xuanyi couldn't bear it any longer, so she told Dong Zhu, "You can nourish it with the pulp of the cold frost fruit. Just a little is enough. Because the cold frost fruit has a strong spiritual power, it can maintain its vitality."
"Thank you! But what's its name?"
"Name?" Luo Xuanyi smiled with a slightly strange expression. "It's just a wild flower that anyone can pick. Although it looks beautiful, it has no name."
Dong Zhu felt a little regretful. She had wanted to chat with Luo Xuanyi for a few more words, but Luo Xuanyi quickly went back to other things. "Maybe I can give it a name myself." She had been thinking about this for the past two days, but still had no clue.
Luo Xuanyi chose the altar as the location for the formation. Lacking a medium, she requested that the altar be covered with crushed cold frost fruit. She then placed a stone slab on top and outlined a circular formation with the stone slab at its center.
Although this would reduce everyone's rations to one or even half a fruit per day, everyone enthusiastically gave their share. After all, they could leave in four days. The fresh blue flesh spread out, oozing a dark purple-blue juice. Due to the pressure, it slid down the edge of the altar, drop by drop.
"It looks like blood." Dong Xian, who was appointed by Luo Xuanyi to deal with the cold shuang fruit that was delivered, murmured.
But the eldest brother thought differently. "That's the sweat of the warriors, the spirits of our fallen predecessors."
"If it's blood, it's glorious blood," Dong Zhu added.
People often came to the altar, looking at the fragile lines of the formation with almost obsessive eyes and began to worship. There was no one guarding it, and it seemed unnecessary. Who would ruin this only opportunity in hundreds of years?
But one thing made Dong Zhu uneasy. Luo Xuanyi had been frequently summoned by the village chief these past few days to attend meetings, along with other elders from the village. Dong Zhu hadn't been brought in to sit in on the discussions. Furthermore, the village chief and his men seemed particularly reluctant to allow Dong Zhu to get close to them.
It wasn't just Dong Zhu; they practically eliminated everyone who was enthusiastic about the formation, including Ling Yong and Dong Qi. A group of calmer young men from the village were summoned to the huts one by one, and upon returning, all of them had strange expressions on their faces.
She was a little uneasy and wanted to talk to Dong Xian, but she found Ling Yong standing in his seat.
"You mean that guy Dong Xian? He was called away by the village chief."
A strange uneasiness suddenly screamed in her mind. She looked at the altar that had been completed for two days, and there were only two days left.
"I will stay here forever." She said this, ignoring the messy words that Ling Yong said with a sudden blush, and stared at the group of worshippers under the altar.
The first update after the holiday~ I have finished describing my sister Yi's new clothes. There will not be such a long article in the future hh (unless she changes clothes
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