Chapter 79: Lifelong Companionship
Afterlife.
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A thatched hut behind the mountain.
"puff--"
The old Taoist sat cross-legged on the bed, his brows furrowed. Suddenly he opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was only thirty years old, but after vomiting blood, his hair turned white in an instant and he looked as old as if he were fifty.
Hao Yingjun, who was nearly five years old, pushed open the door and came in. Seeing his master vomiting blood, he hurried to the bedside and asked, "Master! How are you?"
He stood on tiptoe and wanted to touch his master's forehead.
This is what Master did when he was sick.
"Master is fine." The old Taoist calmed down and carried him up to sit down.
Little Hao Yingjun didn't believe it, but he wasn't stupid. He said with a serious face, "Master has vomited blood, how can he be fine?"
The old Taoist laughed heartily, "Hahahaha, your master has truly realized the destiny. This is progress in the Dao."
But there was a hint of sadness and melancholy in this laughter.
He saw the future of the Great Zhou, that it would be destroyed in more than twenty years, saw the people living in misery for a hundred years, and saw corpses everywhere.
But it shouldn't be like this. The Purple Star that maintains the fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty is twinkling, but it has become dimmer recently. Is something going to happen?
"What kind of magic is this that can make Master vomit blood?" Little Hao Yingjun, with his hair tied in a bun, tilted his head in confusion.
In his eyes, the master is the most powerful master in the world!
"Fate cannot be explained, it cannot be explained." The old Taoist touched his young disciple's head, and his kind smile was meaningful. "Yingjun, I will rely on you in the future."
Little Hao Ying didn't understand, he just patted his chest and assured, "Master, don't worry, I have memorized it well!"
The old Taoist asked him to carry herbs.
After closing the door, he calculated again. This time, the old Taoist's eyes shone with hope.
He saw a bright little star twinkling and approaching the Purple Star. Gradually, the Purple Star also regained its brightness.
The next day.
The old Taoist priest left a task for his young disciple, and he said he would go down the mountain. His return date was uncertain, and he would check the endorsement situation when he came back.
Little Hao Yingjun has become accustomed to his master being away from home often. He will take care of himself, take Ah Huang with him to travel all over the mountains and wait for his master to come back home.
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Wu Yue never expected that to complete the task, she would have to start as a child!
And the system brought her online and was busy, and would reply later.
Wu Yue had no choice but to act like a five-year-old child, learning martial arts from her master while waiting to grow up.
But her master was unreliable and actually wanted to take her, who was only five years old, to explore the palace at night!
Wu Yue was confused and pointed at herself with her backhand. She said in a childish voice, "Master, are you sure you want to take me with you?"
Oh my god, she's only five years old now. Wouldn't she die at the age of five before she grows up and completes the story missions?!
"Of course!" Her master was a beautiful lady, but of course, she also had an eccentric personality.
The master is in his twenties and I heard he has a lover. He occasionally calls me "old Taoist" in a disdainful way, and it sounds intimate, but the two are not together.
When Wu Yue came, he was just a little baby and knew nothing.
She later learned that it was actually an old Taoist priest who saved her from the robbers and handed her over to her master.
But from then on, as she grew up, she never saw them interact with each other, as if they had never seen each other until they died.
The beautiful master smiled charmingly and pinched Wu Yue's chubby cheeks. "Okay, my good disciple, trust me, I'll take you to the palace for a walk to broaden your horizons!"
Wu Yue was at a loss.
She wanted to say, Master, today is New Year’s Eve!
Unfortunately, she had no chance to refuse because of her small arms and legs, and was picked up by her master and taken away in his arms.
After meeting up with some of his master's friends and listening to their conversation, Wu Yue realized that it was a last-minute decision. They believed that as a master thief, not going into the palace would damage his reputation!
Moreover, tonight is New Year's Eve, and the palace is full of joy. The current emperor is still incompetent and only likes to enjoy pleasure and beauties, so the security in the palace will not be strict.
In order to entertain his new beauty, the tyrant emperor even ordered fireworks to be set off throughout the capital. With such a commotion, they could come and go freely.
All right.
Wu Yue stood in a dark corner and sighed helplessly.
Master, Master, what you said is reliable! I went out to play and left her behind. Are you so relieved?
Wu Yue looked around. It was eerie and completely out of tune with the hustle and bustle in the distance. There was not a single figure, no, not even a ghost.
It is still very cold in winter, the trees are bare and there is a layer of snow on the ground, but there are winter plums planted here, and the pink color blooming in the snow is very beautiful.
Wu Yue is not very old, but she has also learned some skills. She is still young and does not make any noise when she moves.
As the disciple of a thief, her hands were itching too.
This... Since we're here on New Year's Eve, we should at least take something with us. Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
Wu Yue thought so in her heart as she moved slowly.
She had never been to the palace before, so she couldn't tell the layout and didn't know that this was the cold palace. Seeing a door, she climbed in quietly.
I have made some progress in learning the light Kung Fu and can even climb over walls.
The fluffy snow was still falling, and it was very bright under the moonlight, but it was dark here because it was backlit, and there were no lights or curtains hanging.
Wu Yue is a little strange.
Just as she was about to move, she heard a slight sound behind her. Wu Yue turned around in fright and saw a skinny child standing behind her.
Compared to her warm and clean clothes, the child was wearing only thin clothes in the middle of winter, with frostbite on his hands and feet, looking like a little beggar, as seen in the moonlight.
Moreover, although he looked young, his face was gloomy and his eyes were dull, like a young, latent poisonous snake that hid its fangs so that it could grow up safely.
However, the child, whose head was a little taller than her, ignored her, walked straight up, pushed open the rickety door that could barely block the wind and snow with his red and swollen hands, and walked in.
Wu Yue blinked and noticed that he seemed to be holding a bowl of soup in his arms. Was it warm?
She was not curious, but since she was already there and there was no one else there, she stood by the door and looked inside. She was surprised to find a skinny woman lying on the bed, covered with a tattered quilt, and she was no longer breathing.
The boy carefully scooped a spoonful of warm soup and handed it to her mouth, but unfortunately, she could not drink another sip.
He knew she was dead. But he didn't cry. Instead, he sat there as if he was dead, motionless, staring at the corpse quietly without blinking.
The figure in the darkness was very lonely, and the shadow was waving its claws and fangs on the ground, just like the hatred in his heart at the moment.
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It's so cold.
Now is the coldest time of winter.
Wu Yue was outside in the cold wind, rubbing her chubby hands to keep warm.
Seeing the child's thin clothes and his lack of reaction when the cold wind blew in, she sighed inwardly, how pitiful! The palace may seem rich, but in reality, it's no different from hell.
Wu Yue jumped in, her master's two pigtails swaying, tied with red furry balls. She was small now, delicate and delicate, with big, bright eyes, like a kitten.
She rummaged into her small cloth bag and pulled out some change, which she placed next to him.
After thinking for a while, Wu Yue unbuttoned her miniature jacket and put it on him. This time, warmth swept over his body, and he reacted, raising his head to look at Wu Yue.
“Only when you are alive can you have hope.”
"The people you hate are not dead yet, how can you die first?"
Wu Yue was not good at comforting people, so she could only dryly pick out a few words that he might be able to listen to.
At this time, the sound of cuckoo birds came from outside, which was a signal that the master was looking for her.
Wu Yue was about to leave, but she saw his dark eyes still looking at her, as if they were trying to suck her away.
His eyes were very beautiful, like an obsidian, but without any brightness, they were gloomy and dim.
Wu Yue thought about it again, suppressed her reluctance, and took out the sugar cake that she and her master had made. It was in the shape of a kitten, very beautiful and naturally delicious.
"Here you go."
The cuckoo sound became more and more anxious. She took his hand, put the cake in her palm, turned around and ran away.
However, seven-year-old Qin Ji looked at her cheerful back for a long time. Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the sugar cake in his palm. It was still hot and exuded a sweet aroma.
He slowly lifted it up and put it in his mouth and ate it. It was very sweet.
The sugar cake was just a piece, and no matter how small the bites were, he still ate it all.
Then, he ate the soup without any expression.
His stomach was full after a long time, and after taking a mouthful of hot food, he felt alive again, with warmth all over his body.
At the same time, hatred was burning like a raging fire in his heart.
He has lived in the cold palace since he was born.
His mother was the eldest daughter of the Wang family, a former general's mansion. She was a top-notch beauty, but was forced into the harem by the emperor, doted on for a time, and was named Concubine Rou.
Not long after, charges emerged that the Wang family was attempting a rebellion. The foolish emperor trusted Grand Tutor Bao and believed his words without any investigation. He ordered the entire Wang family to be executed. Hundreds of people stained the gate of the Wang family with blood.
Because Concubine Rou was pregnant with the prince, she was spared death, but her status was abolished and she was sent to the cold palace. Even on the day of the birth, Concubine Rou gave birth to him alone.
The mother and son lived in the cold palace, barely surviving. This year was the seventh year, and the mother passed away.
"Ji'er, you have to escape. This is hell. Live like an ordinary person from now on. Don't stay in the deep palace."
The mother had hatred, but she never took it out on him. However, the Wang family did not rebel, and she also wanted someone to trust her, so she would tell Qin Ji again and again.
She seemed to sense that she was about to die, and all she wanted before she died was for her child to be alive, nothing else.
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She could choose not to hate, but Qin Ji could not choose not to hate.
The affairs of the Wang family were too far away from him, and he had no feelings about them. What he hated was only the death of his mother.
He will walk out of here, but he will not escape. Instead, one day he will become the master of this palace.
Only with power can he get everything he wants!
After leaving the cold palace, Wu Yue found her master.
The beautiful master asked her what she had done and why her new cloak and jacket were gone after they were apart for a while.
Wu Yue said that she met a poor little boy.
The beautiful master stroked her hair and said with a smile, "Silly child, it's easy to get entangled when you do good deeds casually."
"No way." Wu Yue didn't take it seriously, since they didn't know each other.
There are too many children like this in the palace.
The beautiful master just smiled. She was still a naive child and didn't know that the mental maturity of children in the harem was different from the growth of ordinary children.
Sometimes people's fate is destined to be good. It is a random helper who seems to have no contact in the future that can turn the gears of destiny.
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Wu Yue has grown up.
After being "driven" down the mountain by her master, she began her career as a thief, and gradually she became famous in the world.
I even made a good friend in the underworld.
However, this good friend is too mysterious. He likes to wear a mask and use a black sword. He is very good at martial arts and his name is Seventeen.
Wu Yue often said, "If you take action, you will definitely be known as the best swordsman in the martial arts world. Hmm... but you have to change your name to the Black Swordsman."
After all, this good friend likes to wear black clothes and looks even less like a good person than she, a thief.
Seventeen was holding a sword, leaning against the tree trunk, while Wu Yue was sitting on a branch eating snacks, her legs swinging.
He raised his head and looked at her, his tone a little cold, "Do you like that white-robed swordsman very much?"
Wu Yue immediately shook her head, "Of course I don't like him! Although he looks pretty good, I don't like men with beards."
Seventeen's coldness disappeared instantly, a smile appeared on the corner of his brow, and he immediately asked, "Then what kind of man do you like?"
Wu Yue didn't answer, but jumped down and circled around him, "Seventeen, you don't like me, do you?"
"What do you think?" He didn't give a direct answer, but kicked the question back.
Only the eyes revealed under the mask were smiling.
Every time she saw his eyes, Wu Yue always felt that they were familiar, just like the eyes she saw in the winter snow that night when she was a child, just as beautiful, like an obsidian.
But it's not realistic. How could someone in the palace come out to be a swordsman? They have so much free time.
In the deep palace, few people can get out, and even corpses will rot in the palace.
"I don't know either." Wu Yue didn't answer. She smiled brightly, stretched lazily, turned around and left, "I have something important to do. Let's drink together another day when we have time."
Seventeen followed behind her, stepping on the green grass, her clothes brushing against the small flowers.
"What's the big deal?"
"Shh! It's a secret!"
The big thing, of course, was to steal something from the Regent's Palace.
Wu Yue finally waited for the plot to come.
After saying goodbye to Seventeen, she went to Kyoto to look for an opportunity to take action.
Success is success, but...
Wu Yue was caught.
There was a man in the room, smiling at her. He was not wearing a mask, but Wu Yue could still tell that this man was Seventeen!
Wu Yue was angry, "Okay, you lied to me!"
She came to Kyoto and waited for a few days without finding the direction of the palace study. She happened to meet Seventeen, and during the chat, Seventeen said that he had it and they were friends for many years, so he could give it to her.
In fact, Wu Yue was skeptical, but as the plot was about to be completed, she still came.
Seventeen took her hand and held her tightly in his arms, "This is not called cheating, this is called luring your wife into the house."
Wu Yue was suspicious of his identity, "Who are you?"
"The owner of the thing you want to steal is Qin Ji." Seventeen, no, it should be called Qin Ji.
He smiled faintly and said, "But why steal the jade? Shouldn't I be the most valuable thing in this palace? If you want to steal me, you don't have to. My heart has already been stolen by you. Since you stole it, you must keep it well and can't throw it away casually."
He almost said that he would give it away for free.
Wu Yue “···”
If someone else had said this, she would have been disgusted by the greasy feeling. However, with him wearing this face, every word he said felt different. When the visual and auditory senses were both exquisite, her heart could skip a beat.
Moreover, it was the identity of "Seventeen" that played a role, preventing Wu Yue from even getting angry.
She was unconvinced, "Nonsense, when did I steal your heart?"
Qin Ji's eyes were filled with resentment and loss. "You really forgot about me..."
Wu Yue didn't want to play dumb. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so secretive."
But Qin Ji didn't say anything. He just kept looking for the coat she had given him when she was a child, and a piece of... After he ate it, Qin Ji asked someone to make a new piece of candy cake. It looked exactly the same, but he asked someone to make it with pure gold. It felt heavy and would not break.
Seeing these familiar things, Wu Yue quickly remembered them, and also remembered what his master said.
That’s right, I’m really being blamed!
But Wu Yue was very curious, "We just met once when we were kids. So many years have passed, and I must have changed as I grew up. How did you recognize me?"
"More than once. Later, as I climbed up step by step, I saw you several times." Qin Ji touched his nose, "Well, it was you who was a thief at night..."
Under the threat of Wu Yue's eyes, he immediately changed his words, "It was you who robbed the rich and gave to the poor at night. It's just that you didn't notice me. Come to think of it, I also watched you become a great thief."
Wu Yue's master believes that real skills can only be acquired through practice.
Therefore, Wu Yue frequently went down the mountain to find places where she could practice "robbing the rich" since she was a child. Moreover, whenever she had time, she would travel all over the country with her master, and she had been to Kyoto several times.
Wu Yue pushed him away and raised her voice, "So, you also saw the embarrassing things I did?!"
Being a master thief is not something that can be done overnight. There will definitely be some twists and turns and setbacks in the process. Wu Yue also has a face problem.
Qin Ji couldn't help but admit this.
Then I got a kitten with frizzy fur.
It took him a long time to coax her successfully.
At this point, not only did Wu Yue fail in the plot mission and couldn't go back, but there was also a little tail following her that she couldn't get rid of.
Master is right, we should never help others casually!
He followed her, and the two of them spent their whole lives together.
Travel all over the country and appreciate the beautiful rivers and mountains under the management of Qin Ji.
After the Bao Taishi party is eliminated and the little emperor has grown up and can stand on his own, Qin Ji will have more time to stick with Wu Yue and travel the world.
One night, the two fell asleep after making love, but Qin Ji had a nightmare and woke up in the middle of the night. He was covered in cold sweat and hugged Wu Yue so tightly that he woke her up.
She was still tired, her back aching, and she said unhappily, "Qin Ji, what are you doing so crazy at this hour of the night?"
This guy was too energetic. Except when she was having her period, whenever they were together, he would always pull her along to make love. Wu Yue was really afraid of him.
"It's okay, go to sleep..." Qin Ji didn't intend to say it out loud and bother her. He gently patted Wu Yue's back to coax her to sleep, but he still kept his eyes open and felt a little scared.
He dreamed that his kitten died.
It was a dream, but he didn't think it was a dream. It was more like his past life.
If he had not met Xiaomaoer in the cold palace when he was a child, he would not have followed her in the martial arts world under another identity, nor would he have been able to recover from the cold poison so early.
His cold poison was brought by his mother. After the Wang family was wiped out, his mother was imprisoned in the cold palace while pregnant, so he could not be born. To eliminate the root of the problem, she was given poison.
Unfortunately, he did not die and was born alive, but was born with a cold poison.
If he had not followed Xiaomaoer into the martial arts world and met the hidden masters such as Hao Yingjun to detoxify him in advance, he could be sure that he would make the same choices in the future as in his dream.
Qin Ji had a hunch that perhaps, that was his previous life.
The only consolation is that in the dream, they died together. Even though they had never met or loved each other, they still died together. It can be regarded as a joint burial for the couple.
He was unfortunate in the dream, but he is lucky now.
Qin Ji kissed Wu Yue's forehead lovingly, and carefully held her in his arms without waking her up, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
When they wake up tomorrow, they will go out for a spring outing.
The kitten was going to chase flowers and he couldn't spoil the fun.
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The author has something to say: ——"Miss Thief" is finished——
The second update is here [heart][heart]
I don't know if you like it or not, it seems that not many people watch it [burst into tears]
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