Zhu Ling's Dream
You know, Districts 7 and 8 are closed, and no one comes out except her. How could anyone tell him the news of Wang Tongtian’s death!
Calm down!
Qianluo closed her eyes, breathed steadily, and opened her eyes again.
Wang Tongtian had said that he and Chen Ziqiu were good friends, and they might have some way of contacting each other or supporting each other. If they saw the other's soul lamp go out, they could come over to help or something...
However, Wang Tongtian has been dead for so many years, and he has not appeared in District 8 to help collect his body, which shows that Chen Ziqiu and Wang Tongtian are just dog-meat friends.
That’s right, he was obsessed with forming the elixir.
Why would you wade into the muddy waters of District 8 at this critical juncture?
Qian Luo remained calm and smiled at him, then pulled the frightened Wang family members away from Lingquan Mountain.
The trip to the Spiritual Spring had terrified every mortal. No one on the bus was chatting; everyone was pale and dazed. Some even muttered, "How could this happen? How could something like this happen at this year's Spiritual Spring Festival? One moment a woman comes out to accuse the District Chief, and the next a demonic beast appears to be breathing fire. Is our District Seven about to go into chaos?"
"Yes, yes, that makes me a little scared. Although the district chief has already captured that female cultivator, he hasn't proved that there's anything unusual in the Spiritual Spring water. He also hasn't explained why someone who disrespected the Spiritual Spring Festival died suddenly!"
"How do you explain this? There's nothing unusual!" Some people worship Chen Ziqiu like a god and can't stand anyone jumping to conclusions. "What's the point? The district chief gave us free housing and free schooling for our children. What else do you want?"
Someone whispered back, "That being said, you can't prove that the district chief has no ulterior motives towards us..."
"What did you say? Just tell me again. The district chief gave us this car for free. If you have the guts, get out of the car and walk back. The district chief also gave us this house to live in. Get out of here too. Go back to your other district!"
"What did you say!"
People with different opinions started fighting. The same situation happened in other cars. Many people tried to stop the fights, while many people fought. In short, it was a mess.
This year's Spirit Spring Festival was a mess.
Wang Siyu was exhausted after returning home and lay on the sofa: "It's terrible! How could District Chief Chen Ziqiu be such a person! I don't believe it!"
Wang Wenxiu and Wang Wutong, who were following behind him, looked at each other. Although they enjoyed the welfare benefits of District 7 and had previously believed that he was a good person, after what had happened, they felt very nervous and could not tell whether the matter was true or false.
Just don't think about it. The safety of their family is more important than anything else.
But the little girl spoke very confidently, and puppets are quite scary.
However, as parents, it is naturally impossible for them to show their fears in front of their children.
So, Wang Wenxiu slapped Wang Siyu on the back of the head and said, "Go back to your room and read some more books. You have to do your homework even if the sky falls!"
"What the hell! The world is ending and I still have to write essays, and you still have to go to work! It's too hard!"
Although Wang Siyu was reluctant, she could not stand her mother's majesty and obediently went back to her bedroom to do her homework.
On the contrary, Wang Wenxiu turned around and changed her expression, and greeted Qianluo with a smile: "Xiaoluo, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll go to the vegetable market to buy some food."
Qian Luo smiled and said, "I'm going to the Treasure Pavilion to sell pills and formations later. Aunt Wenxiu, you can just rest at home. I'll go to the vegetable market to buy some."
"How can this be? You'll definitely get ripped off if you go to the vegetable market. I'd better go instead. Besides, you don't know where it is, so let's go out together. You go to the Treasure Pavilion and I'll go to the vegetable market."
Qian Luo could only nod. In fact, she wanted to take the opportunity to find Qin Dong's whereabouts. Chi Zhao had already rescued her, and she also wanted to check her injuries.
It was almost noon, and Wang Wenxiu immediately went downstairs with Qianluo, carrying a basket of vegetables. They met their neighbors and chatted and laughed, discussing what happened during the Lingquan Festival. The two of them had forgotten about Qianluo's existence.
Qianluo immediately ran towards the Treasure Pavilion: "Aunt Wenxiu, I'll go first!"
Wang Wenxiu waved her hand: "Okay, be careful when crossing the road!"
Qian Luo nodded, and finally had time to leave the Wang family. She quickly walked to the Treasure Pavilion and found it was crowded with people. It had just opened, and those who didn't buy anything yesterday had already gathered together, making it so crowded that they couldn't get in the door.
"Lao Zhang, you're here too!"
"It's me! If you don't come again, you won't be able to grab even low-level magic weapons!"
"That Qin Dong has been rescued. He might have accomplices. We can't just sit there and wait for death. Buy more formations and magic tools. Keep them for yourself or give them to the children!"
"Not bad, not bad, but there are too many people! How long will the queue last?"
Perhaps it was what happened at the Lingquan Festival that made them worried. Besides going to the vegetable market to buy food, they came to the Treasure Pavilion to buy weapons.
Qian Luo glanced at the queue and shook her head. She decided to find Chi Zhao and Qin Dong first and then line up. The time was just right.
She glanced around quietly and scanned with her spiritual sense. No one was following her. She immediately relied on the aura of the spirit beast contract to find the injured Qin Dong and the waiting Chi Zhao in a small cave outside the community.
…
"Stinky Master, you're finally here!"
Chi Zhao wagged his tail, blinking his big eyes, almost crying: "That Chen Ziqiu is so scary, you let me, an early stage foundation building cultivator, fight against someone who has reached the great perfection of foundation building. You have no conscience!"
Qianluo, who rarely felt guilty, hugged him and coaxed him, stroking his smooth fur: "Alright, alright, isn't this coming?"
"When you fought him, did you feel anything different?"
Chi Zhao sniffed and said, "I can't tell. His cultivation is two levels higher than mine. I was pinned down the entire time. If I hadn't merged with the Netherworld Purple Flame, I would have been unable to dodge his attacks in three moves."
Hearing this, Qianluo rubbed his big furry head, fed him some double-flame, and patted the spirit beast bag. Only then did Chi Zhao hide in the spirit beast bag contentedly.
He was still muttering, "Next time something like this happens, don't look for me. My life is in danger!"
After hearing his nonsense, Qian Luo couldn't hold it in any longer and grabbed his ear, "We've been through life and death together, so who else should I turn to if not you?! Don't be so arrogant, practice hard in there! You're in the early stages of foundation building, and you can't even catch up with me!"
"Woo woo woo, I knew you were just pretending, my stinky master. You're pretending to be gentle and virtuous, but you just want me to work for you! I'm angry!" The red and white spirit beast twisted its tail and dove into the spirit beast bag.
Qianluo was very puzzled. Who did Chi Zhao learn this kind of laziness from? Asking him to do something was like asking for his life.
Helpless, Qianluo squatted down. Qin Dong, who was unconscious, had his eyes tightly closed and was bleeding from multiple wounds. Qianluo fed her a third-grade rejuvenation pill. She didn't have many of these pills on hand. She had only made one bottle of them, which consumed a lot of spiritual plants.
The third-grade rejuvenation pill was like timely rain for Qin Dong, and her skin injuries healed quickly. However, seeing that she had her eyes tightly closed, she must have been attacked by the spiritual power of Chu Zhengzheng's Peach Blossom Zheng, which caused her soul to be shaken and unable to rest.
Qianluo was not a medicine cultivator, so she hesitantly took out the blood of the Jade Blood Silver Python and smeared it on her forehead. The blood of the Jade Blood Silver Python could calm the mind and break illusions.
The rest depends on Qin Dong himself.
I don’t know what she encountered in her dream that made her cry.
Her lips were pale as she murmured to herself, "Zhu Ling..."
Qian Luo was puzzled. "Zhu Ling?" Was she her friend, the weapon refiner? Chen Ziqiu had said that Qin Dong had killed Zhu Ling, and Qin Dong had admitted it himself.
Judging from her appearance, there must be something else going on.
…
In a dream
"Dongdong, look, this is a hundred-year-old black iron!" A girl in an apron was holding a piece of black iron weighing more than ten pounds next to the blacksmith's furnace. She lifted the black iron easily and placed it in the furnace.
She smiled and pulled the bellows with one hand. The bulging muscles on her arm could be clearly seen. With a "bang", flames shot out from the furnace, quenching the fire and burning the black iron red.
The flames frightened Qin Dong so much that he immediately shouted, "Ah, Zhu Ling, be careful!"
Zhu Ling smiled, revealing a small dimple. "What are you afraid of? I've been working as a blacksmith since I was five years old. I've been doing this for fifteen years. How could I possibly get burned?"
"Then be careful!" Qin Dong was worried. He looked at the dilapidated blacksmith shop. He thought that the shop would be flooded if it rained. The water would reach the ankles, making it difficult to walk.
"Don't underestimate my blacksmith shop! Many students can ask me to customize low-level magic tools!" Zhu Ling smiled and took out a bag of spirit stones. "Look, our five spirit roots are also useful!"
Qin Dong stuffed the spirit stones on her waist back into her waist. This was the spirit stone reward she received at the commendation meeting, and she originally wanted to use it to subsidize Zhu Ling.
Zhu Ling was her best friend and had grown up with her. She had always envied Zhu Ling, who had a strong father and a gentle mother, while Qin Dong was an orphan. If it weren't for the kindness of the district chief, she wouldn't have been able to attend school for free, let alone get so many spirit stones.
"Bang" the flames burned fiercely. Zhu Ling, the blacksmith, looked serious. He pulled the bellows while paying attention to the temperature. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and fell beside the bellows, and were quickly evaporated.
Her lovely baby face had become rosy and dark from working at the bellows all day, like a bright red apple. Many of her classmates mocked her as a "blacksmith" and said bad things about her behind her back.
If you can be a spoiled young lady, who would be willing to swing a hammer that is several times heavier than themselves?
Qin Dong did envy Zhu Ling, but this envy stopped when she was 15. Because on Zhu Ling's 15th birthday, her father went up the mountain to hunt monsters and get their bones in order to prepare a 15th birthday present for her.
But she had lost her life and could never come back. From then on, the blacksmith shop lacked a male owner. Her mother became depressed after learning of her husband's death and died within a year, leaving behind Zhu Ling, a weak and innocent girl.
During these five years, Zhu Ling grew up rapidly and continued to practice her father's blacksmithing skills. After three years of hard training, she finally forged a strange-looking sword, which became Zhu Ling's first gift to herself.
Although it is a low-level magic weapon, Qin Dong is very satisfied with it. He often carries it with him to kill monsters, which can be regarded as revenge for Zhu Ling's father.
Zhu Ling once said: "A knife and a sword are a perfect match. I hold the knife and you hold the sword. One is called Zhu Ling Knife and the other is called Qin Dong Sword. With swords and knives, we can conquer the world!"
When she said this, her eyes shone brighter than the flame of a bellows, because she had finally created the first magical weapon in her life and fulfilled her father's last wish. This day was extraordinary for her and she would never forget it.
Qin Dong, who witnessed all her joys and sorrows, is her best friend, and she is willing to give this weapon to Qin Dong.
"Isn't your 20th birthday coming up soon? I'd like to make a magical weapon for you. What kind of weapon would you like?"
"This is a hundred-year-old black iron. I can try to make a low-level magic weapon. Maybe I can make a mid-level magic weapon!"
Put the black iron into the anvil and hit it with a hammer until it turns from red to dark. Hammer it repeatedly and continuously until the black iron is beaten into the desired shape.
Blacksmithing was simple and boring, and it was what Zhu Ling hated the most before. But now, she smiled and asked Qin Dong what kind of magic weapon he needed: "Hurry up and tell me, there are still a lot of orders waiting for me to do!"
Qin Dong pondered: "Then I'll use the Emei Spear. I recently learned a new footwork that works well with the Emei Spear."
Zhu Ling looked up at her and said, "You're really giving me something to do. It's like grinding an iron rod into a needle. It's so difficult for me!"
Qin Dong, who was cold and aloof at school, was now smiling in front of her: "Those who are capable should do more work, Master Zhu Ling!"
"Well, you're a pretty good teacher, so I'll do it for you, reluctantly!"
Qin Dong took out a bag of spirit stones and said, "Hahaha, it's a deal. I'll come to you to get the magic weapon on my birthday!"
Seeing Zhu Ling refuse, he immediately put on a stern face: "This is not a spirit stone for you, it's the spirit stone I used to pay for the materials. Hundred-year-old black iron is hard to come by. You really don't want the spirit stone?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Ling opened the box and saw that there were a hundred low-grade spirit stones. Although the hundred-year-old black iron was rare, it was just the scraps left over from other people's weapon refining. She did not have the materials and could not make a magic weapon, so she gritted her teeth and made a request to the owner of the black iron.
The man was kind and compassionate, and actually agreed, but only asked that half of the hundred-year-old black iron be made into a magic weapon, and the rest could be used by her.
Zhu Ling had never seen anyone so kind as to actually be willing to keep this half of the black iron. Facing such a considerate young man, she felt a ripple in her heart.
Thinking about the man's appearance, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. Then she laughed. The man had an extraordinary demeanor and profound cultivation. He should not be a teacher or student at school. How could she have met such a great figure?
"Zhu Ling, what are you thinking about?"
Qin Dong was confused. He had never seen Zhu Ling with such a smile on her face. Did she look like a young girl in love? Could it be that she had someone she loved?
Speaking of the person she likes... a hint of shyness appeared on Qin Dong's face. Ever since she met District Chief Chen Ziqiu at the commendation meeting that day, her heart has been pounding.
The District Chief is gentle, polite, handsome and elegant. He is truly the most admirable man in District Seven. She must look for a Taoist partner like him in the future.
The annual Lingquan Festival will be held in a few days. I don’t know if she will have the chance to go to Lingquan Mountain to receive the Lingquan sachet and meet the district chief again.
The two girls each had their own thoughts, but coincidentally, they were fantasizing about the same man.
…
On the day of Lingquan Festival, Qin Dong got what she wanted and met Chen Ziqiu again. She accepted the Lingquan sachet and was given a bath in Lingquan. Together with other female classmates, she listened to the laughter of the district head and male classmates next door. The hot steam from the hot spring made her face flushed.
One girl held her cheeks, looking shy: "Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed. The district chief is right next door, and we're actually taking a shower next to him. We're so close!"
The girls all came over, smiling like flowers, and joked: "Qin Dong, are you also thinking about the district chief?"
Qin Dong was hit by what he was thinking, and pretended to be embarrassed and annoyed: "Go away, no way!"
The girls were splashed with water in their faces, but they didn't care and started laughing and scolding each other. The noise reached the ears of the boys next to them, and their ears blushed with shame.
A male student murmured, "District Head, the men's and women's baths are too close..."
Someone retorted, "Go away! You're taking advantage of me! Next door are all the rare beauties from Qiuyu Academy, with high cultivation levels, and you're still not happy!"
Someone flattered Chen Ziqiu: "Qin Dong next door is a famous cold beauty. Just listen to her voice, you must be impressed by the district chief's charm! If you ask me, only the district chief is worthy of such a beauty. How can we small shrimps be worthy of her?"
Chen Ziqiu, standing aside, revealed his muscular upper body, with mist rising from his face, covering his handsome face. The moisture dampened his lips, making him look particularly aroused.
He smiled slightly, his eyelashes drooping, and said in a somewhat cold voice: "Children, talking about others behind their backs is not what a gentleman does."
Seeing the district chief was angry, the male students naturally bowed their heads and said: "Yes, yes! District chief, we will never dare to do that again!"
Chen Ziqiu lifted his robe slightly, slowly stood up, and said to the women in the bath next door, with a hint of warmth in his voice: "It's not advisable to soak in the spiritual spring for too long. Go back and rest quickly."
After saying that, he left.
This action made the female students' hearts flutter: "Oh my god, the district chief is so charming! He actually spoke up for us! And he even showed off his power to the boys!"
"I'm so touched! How can the district chief be so nice? Those boys always say bad things about us behind our backs, especially about Qin Dong. It's because Qin Dong ignores them that they slander Qin Dong unscrupulously! If they can't get it, they destroy it. How annoying!"
"Qin Dong, don't you think so? Aren't these boys annoying? Isn't the district chief very powerful and charming?"
The young man's low and deep voice was still echoing in Qin Dong's ears. It was different from his usual gentle voice. Perhaps after soaking in the spiritual spring, there was still a hint of laziness in his voice, which made her heart beat even more.
How could there be such a person? He was everything she wanted him to be, gentle yet strong, compassionate and kind.
No wonder everyone in District 7 praises the District Chief and no one says anything bad about him.
The female classmates around her were still asking her questions or praising the district chief's behavior. She didn't know why she felt a little irritated. Although the female classmates helped her speak up, she always felt that these girls were her enemies.
Because they would take the district chief away from her, and the district chief was gentle to everyone. If she was the only one taking a hot spring bath here today, then the district chief's words would only be said to her, not to all the girls.
Why can't she have only preference and tenderness?
She was an orphan from childhood, with no parents or relatives, and only one friend, Zhu Ling. She always believed that fate was unfair, so she practiced diligently, hoping to become stronger. It wasn't until she met the district chief that she realized that God had given her the greatest gift: love.
Love makes people blind, jealous and twisted, but she is willing to sink for love.
Qin Dong returned to his room to rest, tossing and turning, holding the Lingquan sachet in his hand. He didn't know if it was the smell of the sachet itself or the smell of the district chief, but it had a refreshing smell and a tingling sensation.
Lingquan Building has four floors. The first floor is the Lingshui Hot Spring, the second floor is the boys' dormitory, the third floor is the girls' dormitory, and the fourth floor is the district head's bedroom.
So, she and he were only one floor apart.
In the dark night, she clutched the Lingquan sachet, determined to seize this one and only opportunity. After tomorrow, she might never again be so close to the district chief.
District Chief...she won't reject me, right?
She sniffed the fragrance of the Lingquan sachet fiercely and was intoxicated. It was the scent of the district chief.
She had been receiving compliments from men since she was little, so she thought her looks and figure must be pretty good, so she would definitely succeed this time...
Chen Ziqiu was practicing when he heard a knock on the door. His lips curled up and a green light flashed in his eyes. His eyes were gloomy, like a green snake hidden in the darkness.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw that the cold girl was now as beautiful as a peach, with rosy cheeks, as beautiful as if she had put on rouge.
"District Chief, I..."
Before she could finish her words, a pair of large, slender hands had already grasped her slender and soft waist and brought her into the room.
With a creak, the door closed.
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