Chapter 21
In the past, the Cuizhu Garden was extremely quiet and lifeless, but today there were occasional coughs, and it felt a little more lively.
Lu Shenxing, curled up on the couch, drank some water to relieve his sore throat. He smoothed his wet hair, changed his posture, and squinted to look at Shen Cheng, who was standing in front of the window with his back to him.
"222, I want to see Shencheng's world."
Following Lu Shenxing's thoughts, he saw a desolate scene before his eyes, without a trace of life.
"Don't tell me the mission progress is still 0."
After the system's voice, the barren land zoomed in. Among the piled rocks, Lu Shenxing saw a small grass, which could not be found without careful observation.
The grass was thin and must have just grown out, but it was better than nothing. Before Lu Shenxing could comfort himself, he stepped into a pit.
"Ding, Mr. Lu, one second ago, you triggered a level 1 mission."
Lu Shenxing sneered in his heart, "Why don't I know?"
The system seemed to have blocked out Lu Shenxing's negative emotions. "Ding, Mr. Lu, please get three compliments from the target within ten minutes."
Lu Shenxing looked grim. If that system was in front of him, he would dismantle it piece by piece and smash it into pieces with a sledgehammer.
He jumped off the couch and walked over, pretending to be casual, "Castle Master, what do you think of me?"
Shen Cheng turned around, his sharp eyes swept over, staring for a moment, suppressing the slightest emotion, "Noisy, likes to play tricks on people, has a sweet tooth, is scheming, and will never give up."
Lu Shenxing's eyes twitched. Brother, is it interesting that you say so much?
"Castle Lord, can you please praise me?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Cheng gave him a strange look.
At this moment, even Lu Shenxing, who had a thicker skin than the wall, felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, Shen Cheng moved away without stopping.
Shen Cheng's angular lips parted slightly, "Very good."
Lu Shenxing smiled, "Anything else?"
Shen Cheng nodded, "Very good."
Lu Shenxing was speechless, "...is there nothing else?"
Shen Cheng frowned, as if he had encountered difficulties. In his opinion, very good is the best, and there is no other substitute.
The time was up and the mission failed. Lu Shenxing, with a gloomy face, accepted the randomly dropped punishment, went out to ask his third aunt for a job, and went to carry manure to water the vegetables.
The honest middle-aged man stood at the end of the vegetable patch with embarrassment, "Eleven, this is my job, I'd better do it myself."
"Uncle, I have to do this job." Lu Shenxing smiled with a fake smile, two balls of cotton stuffed in his nose, and his voice was buzzing, "To make the world a better place."
The child's laughter was so creepy that the middle-aged man rubbed his arms and asked curiously, "Did the castle lord scold you?"
Lu Shenxing didn't answer. He picked up the dung bucket that was disproportionate to his height and threw it out, humming "As long as everyone gives a little love"
Middle-aged people think that there is probably something wrong with his brain.
Shen Cheng found out that Lu Shenxing was watering the vegetables in the vegetable garden. He locked himself in the study. Half an hour later, several books were piled on the table.
Pressing his index finger between his eyebrows, Shen Cheng leaned back in his chair and said, "Call Liuhuo."
The void responded, "Yes."
Liuhuo arrived quickly. When he heard Shen Cheng's question, he uttered an "ah" with a strange expression on his face. "Lord of the Castle, are you asking me how to praise someone?"
Shen Cheng remained silent, which was considered as his agreement.
"That's easy. For example, you're cute and your smile is beautiful." Liuhuo said with a smile, "The content is secondary. The most important thing is sincerity."
Shen Cheng waved his hand, and Liuhuo left with a lot of questions in his mind, and met Weiyang on the way.
"It's eleven."
Liu Huo was shocked by Wei Yang's casual words, but he also felt that they were expected. He snorted twice, "How can you be so sure?"
Wei Yang brushed away the hair that was blown into her eyes by the wind, "Women's intuition."
Liuhuo blurted out subconsciously, "Why don't I have it?"
Wei Yang looked coldly, "You are a woman too?"
Liuhuo twisted his waist, and Weiyang used his lightness skills to find a place to vomit.
In the evening, Lu Shenxing came back smelling bad.
The third aunt who was waiting there asked, "Did the castle lord say anything?"
Lu Shenxing sneered, "Say I'm good."
Those involved in the matter are often confused, while those who are on the sidelines can see things more clearly. He did not notice the indescribable expression on San Gu's face.
"Eleven, Third Aunt's eyesight isn't very good. Can you help me pick some mulberry fruits?"
"Tomorrow."
Lu Shenxing left quickly without waiting for the third aunt to say anything. He quickly washed and changed his clothes and went to clean the bedroom. He put the little things in place one by one and wiped them clean with a cloth.
There was a sudden noise behind him, and Lu Shenxing, who was daydreaming, was startled. He put down the cloth and cursed.
Shen Cheng lowered his head, "What?"
A cool breath sprayed on his forehead, and Lu Shenxing frowned. That familiar feeling appeared again.
Impossible, he immediately denied his sudden guess, it was too ridiculous.
In order to break the subtle atmosphere, Lu Shenxing pointed casually, "Lord, this is really beautiful."
Shen Cheng glanced at the little clay figure, picked it up and touched it silently.
When changing Shen Cheng's clothes, Lu Shenxing stood on tiptoe. Perhaps because he had been standing for the whole afternoon, he felt a little weak. He did not stand steadily and his lips accidentally brushed against Shen Cheng's face.
He left with his changed clothes as if nothing had happened, his heartbeat still beating abnormally despite being disturbed by the night wind.
Shen Cheng stood there in a daze, reaching out to touch his face. Something flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch it.
That night, Lu Shenxing still couldn't sleep. His mind was in a mess. Sometimes it was Xin Liang's face, sometimes it was Shen Cheng's face, changing back and forth, and they overlapped strangely.
He opened his eyes in horror, as if he had schizophrenia, and went out the next day with dark circles under his eyes.
Pu mulberry grows on the edge of the cliff. It is bright red and looks delicious, but it is actually very sour and astringent and is difficult to swallow.
After throwing the one he picked into the bamboo basket, Lu Shenxing suddenly realized something was wrong. Before he could react, he was pushed down the mountain by a force.
At noon, the castle lord came back with a bloody man in his arms. The evil aura around him made the people of Youlong Castle panic.
Liuhuo, Weiyang, and several other hall masters were all anxious, and no one wanted to remember that rainy night when the rain was bright red.
Someone asked impatiently, "Eleven won't die, right?"
Liuhuo scolded, "Shut up!"
Wei Yang crossed her arms, "I'm afraid he won't survive if he doesn't die."
"Why does the castle lord like that child so much?" There were also some who were relatively calm and pointed out the unclear points.
"You'll have to ask the castle lord."
Several people fell silent. They knew very well that if a child who was weak as a chicken fell from Sanshi Mountain, even if the genius doctor Fang Hu were alive, he might not be able to save him from the hands of death.
The bamboo garden was shrouded in a lingering chill.
Looking at the child whose breath came and went, Shen Cheng said nothing.
"Cen Yin Valley is in an extremely cold place, where Man Yi flowers bloom year-round. If we take him there, there's a glimmer of hope, but the journey is long, and it will take at least half a month." Hua Bo pondered, "Before that, we need someone with strong internal energy to protect his heart meridian."
In this world, no one can compare to the man in front of him in terms of internal strength.
Shen Cheng picked up Lu Shenxing and walked into the secret room.
Hua Bo warned, "Fort Lord, please think carefully. If you are not careful while transferring your inner strength, you will be in danger."
Shen Cheng's footsteps did not stop. The moment the stone door closed, Hua Bo heard a voice floating over, "Without him, life would be meaningless."
That night, Third Aunt sat in the small courtyard, like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced, feeling relieved but also afraid of death.
It was late at night, and a chill was sweeping across the air. Third Aunt shivered and suddenly looked up, "Fort Lord."
Shen Cheng stepped closer, "Why?"
The third aunt answered truthfully, "He is your calamity."
There was no trace of emotion in Shen Cheng's eyes, and he spoke calmly, "Even if it is a calamity, it is my business."
The Third Aunt hesitated to tell the contents of the parchment when she heard a voice in her ear, "If it's not him, I would have already passed away."
It contained a sadness and indifference to the world, which was too real. After a long time, Third Aunt suddenly realized it and sighed, "It seems I was wrong."
She sighed again, raised her hand, and slapped herself in the face. The next moment, she flew out.
"Your life belongs to him. You have no say in his life or death."
Just as the sky was getting light, a carriage was parked at the foot of Sanshi Mountain. It was unknown how long it had been parked.
In the carriage, Shen Cheng's face was haggard, and his long curly eyelashes drooped, casting a black shadow.
Shen Cheng took out the little clay figurine from his arms, put it into Lu Shenxing's palm, and held his fingers tightly. After a long time, Shen Cheng leaned down... and put his lips on the back of Lu Shenxing's hand. His Adam's apple vibrated and his voice was hoarse.
"I'll wait for you to come back."
After staying in the carriage for a long time, Shen Cheng stepped down. Darkness was surging in his eyes, and it was bottomless. "I want him alive."
A chill ran down Hua Bo's back. He said in a deep voice, "I'll do my best."
From then on, Cuizhu Garden returned to its original silence, and the flowers, trees and the owner of the garden were all waiting for someone.
Two years later
The disputes in the martial arts world continue, but the mountains, rivers and people remain the same.
There was a lot of noise in the Haoren Inn in Sanshi City, and it was very lively.
All the major martial arts sects gathered here, huddled together with saliva flying from their mouths, discussing the same thing.
The Lord of Youlong Castle is getting married, who is the bride?
On the second floor, at a table on the right side near the aisle, a young man in black was leaning lazily on the back of a chair, looking handsome and extraordinary.
A woman with bright eyes and white teeth stood beside him. She had heard all the noises downstairs and asked uncertainly, "Sir, are we still going to Youlong Castle?"
"Of course." The young man played with the little clay figurine in his hand and curled his lips, "Ningxiang, spare the gift."
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