Chapter 141 A Dream Come True What are you talking about? What happened to my brother?! ...
Bitao and Mingguang set up a small table on the deck of the spirit boat.
Open the food box and take out the food. There are six dishes in total. In addition to the roasted pig's trotters, there are three meat dishes and two vegetable dishes.
"There's roasted venison!" Bitao exclaimed in surprise, looking at the plate of venison on the table.
Mingguang likes to eat venison, but he never used to ask anyone what he wanted to eat, let alone buy it himself.
Bitao smiled sweetly at Mingguang: "That's more like it. What's the point of me eating alone every time?"
Mingguang smiled and took out the bowl and chopsticks.
Bitao saw that there were actually three sets.
She glanced discreetly at Dongjun, who stood with his hands behind his back at the other end of the boat, looking like a mast.
Mingguang set out the bowls and chopsticks, then turned and called out, "Brother, come and eat some with us."
Dongjun turned around, his expression like that of a vengeful ghost whose injustice had not been redressed for a thousand years.
He raised his hand to wave away his refusal, but Bitao spoke first: "Oh dear, brother definitely won't eat it."
Bitao said to Mingguang with a serious expression, "A celestial being of such a high rank as brother must live on dew and fresh flowers."
"How can one bear to eat food that is mixed with the impurities of the mortal world?"
“Well then, brother,” Bitao’s brother said in a strange tone, “I’ll have someone go to the mountains early tomorrow morning to collect some dew for you to eat.”
Dongjun: "..."
After Bitao finished speaking, Mingguang and Bitao exchanged glances across a small table.
Mingguang—this won't do, will it?
Bitao—just you wait and see!
Dongjun felt a lump in his throat; he truly couldn't eat anymore.
These foods were indeed inedible.
But considering that he had just lost a level of immortality due to Bitao's schemes, and that she dared to bring up his immortality level now, he sneered and quickly stepped forward.
In the blink of an eye, she was sitting next to Mingguang, opposite Bitao.
His eyes were sinister and full of provocation.
He secretly vowed that if Bitao dared to say anything unpleasant again, he would throw all the dishes on the table at her.
Anyway, this table of dishes was prepared by Dongjun, who ran around the east and west of the city at Mingguang's "gentle and soft" request.
Unexpectedly, Bitao seemed not to notice Dongjun's provocative gaze.
With a grin, he carried the wine jug and leaned over to pour Dongjun a cup of wine.
With a humble posture and a fawning smile, clearly indicating a bowed head, he said, "Brother, try this wine, it's quite potent."
Bitao winked at Mingguang—how about that? It works better to goad him than to just call him directly, right?
Mingguang smiled in response, and the three of them began to eat "amicably".
However, Dongjun didn't eat much.
He doesn't like this kind of food that has too much turbidity.
Sitting there doing nothing makes you look silly.
Therefore, he picked up the "apology wine" that Bitao had poured for him and condescended to take a sip.
Then, before he could even swallow, his expression quickly contorted.
His upbringing was ingrained in his soul; he would never spit out something he had already swallowed.
He forced it down, then turned his head and coughed so loudly it shook the heavens and earth.
"Cough cough cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."
Dongjun braced himself on the ground with one hand, feeling as if he had swallowed not ordinary wine, but magma laced with a poison that sealed his throat!
He was coughing like he was going to die.
Mingguang quickly put down his chopsticks and patted Dongjun on the back.
However, it was of no use.
Dongjun coughed until his whole body turned into a small red figure with bulging veins.
Dongjun was not unfamiliar with drinking. There were many banquets in Shangqing Realm. As the only direct disciple and successor of Shangyuan Shenzhen, who was in charge of punishment, he had attended some banquets that he could not refuse.
However, when immortals drink wine, not only in the Shangqing Realm but even in the Taiqing Realm, they emphasize a smooth taste and endless aftertaste, which is elegant and pleasant.
The fresh flowers and fruits used in the celestial realm for brewing wine are all filled with the five elements of celestial energy and contain no impurities whatsoever.
To put it simply, it's the type that has a lingering, sweet fragrance.
The duration of one's energy is determined by the abundance of spiritual energy.
Moreover, celestial beings can only get drunk if they want to; if they don't want to get drunk, they only need to remove the smell of alcohol, and they can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
No immortal would actually like such a potent substance that's like swallowing a knife, something you can't get rid of without grimacing.
Hold.
Dongjun cursed inwardly.
He thought Bitao was kindly apologizing to him.
She tricked me again!
Dongjun finally caught his breath, his face flushed as he glared at Bitao.
Seeing Bitao drink the wine in one gulp without changing her expression, and even looking as if she was savoring the taste, he saw that Bitao had drunk the wine cup in one gulp.
Dongjun was certain that what she was drinking was definitely not the same thing as what he was drinking!
Dongjun was so enraged that he was about to overturn the table.
But as soon as her hand touched the edge of the table, Bitao picked up the wine pot that had been used to pour wine for Dongjun, without even pouring it into her own cup.
Instead, he tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and poured the contents directly into his mouth without any regard for appearances.
He leaned to one side, his eyes fixed on Dongjun with a mocking smile.
Dongjun: "..."
"Cough cough." That sip of wine brought back a burning sensation.
A cup of tea was pushed towards him, and Mingguang said gently, "Brother, have a cup of tea to calm down."
By this time, Bitao had already emptied the wine pot.
Mingguang licked his lips and said, "Another pot, please."
Mingguang: "That's all, let's eat pig's trotters instead."
Bitao: "...Is there only one pot?"
She should have known better than to pour it for Dongjun!
It would be such a waste to give it to him!
Bitao's desire was obvious, but Mingguang said in a serious tone, "Your injury has not fully healed yet, so you should not drink too much alcohol."
Bitao: "Alright, alright, it's all healed! Really, I was healed with spiritual energy as soon as I left the city today."
As she spoke, Bitao reached out and pressed her waist sash, wanting to show it to Mingguang.
But remembering that Dongjun was also there, she lowered her hand.
She pleaded, "My dear husband, give me a little more. This little bit isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap."
"We haven't even finished half of the pig's trotters, and the wine's already gone! Is that fair?!"
Mingguang remained unmoved, while Dongjun wished he could shut down all five senses.
He looked at Bitao with a strange gaze and his brows furrowed, as if he were looking at a shady monster that liked to eat moss and filth.
Bitao begged for a long time before Mingguang finally "took pity" and, as if by magic, pulled out a small pot from the bottom of the food box.
He handed it to Bitao and said, "Drink slowly, that's all."
Bitao smiled so wide her eyes disappeared, and her gaze towards Mingguang was shimmering and boundless.
"I knew you wouldn't let me down."
The tone of voice was also disgustingly cloying.
Dongjun sat next to Mingguang, taking in Bitao's expression.
Dongjun suddenly stood up, shook his robes, and said, "I'm full."
Then he turned around and went to the other end of the spirit boat to stay with the mast.
Mingguang turned around and wanted to call Dongjun again, but Bitao pressed down on Mingguang's arm and whispered to him, "He really doesn't eat these things."
"Let's eat it together!"
Bitao got up and simply sat down next to Mingguang, snuggling close to him and half-leaning in his arms while gnawing on a pig's trotter.
Didn't Bitao's dream of hugging Mingguang and eating pig's trotters come true?
What does it mean for a dream to come true?
This is what you call a dream come true.
If it weren't for the fact that there were still many subordinates on the ship, Bitao would have directly ridden on Mingguang's back and eaten him.
Mingguang eats politely, but he is by no means slow.
The plate of venison was quickly emptied.
He didn't like drinking, so he didn't compete with Bitao for the small pot she was holding, slowly bubbling away.
I sat cross-legged, poured myself a cup of tea, and slowly savored the tranquility and comfort of the moment, enjoying the surrounding twilight and gentle breeze.
Dongjun stood at the other end of the boat, and without turning around, he knew how much the two people wanted to be stacked on top of each other.
Previously, Bitao said that she had no intention of seducing him, and that she looked at dogs with that same expression.
Dongjun felt that she was deliberately humiliating him.
Sitting across from Mingguang today, I saw through her flushed face and realized that she truly looks at the people she loves differently.
It's absolutely terrifying.
How could someone so ambitious, cunning, and intelligent, who rose to power entirely through his brains, possibly display such a charming and seductive expression?
In Dongjun's view, those who are ambitious and full of desire for power and advancement have no emotions whatsoever.
Such people can often exploit even their closest relatives, and if necessary, they can even cut themselves into pieces and weigh their own worth.
How could someone like that possibly be devoted to another person?
She's willing to go to such lengths to debase herself and fool that fool Mingguang; her schemes are definitely not small.
Having descended to the realm of demons and monsters several times, Dongjun knew very well that those demons who had been subservient and demanding would harbor deep hatred for the powerful demons who had trampled on them once they rose to power.
Cutting someone into a thousand pieces or dismembering them into countless fragments are just common methods.
Dongjun stood with his hands behind his back, gazing thoughtfully at the dark, cloud-laden sky.
He could no longer forcefully separate the two of them; his younger brother was clearly infatuated and completely devoted, and wouldn't listen to anything except Bitao's coaxing.
How can I get him to see the true face of this woman?
Bitao ate and drank heartily, then rested her head on Mingguang's lap, feeling utterly lazy.
There's a kind of decadence and laziness in me that makes me not want to do anything.
Night fell completely, and the stars twinkled in the sky.
The mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon and the stars, have never been moved or shifted by the joy or love of any one person, nor have their course been altered by the desire or despair of any one person.
Tai Chi's knife moved with lightning speed, connecting the first person's immortal veins back to its source. The stitching was so skillful that it rivaled even the most skilled embroiderer in the mortal world.
Once Bitao used the wood spirit to set up the array, stimulating healing and assisting the person's reconnected immortal meridians to begin operating.
The man woke up and opened his eyes.
The next moment, he opened his mouth and let out a scream that was not human.
"ah--"
"Aaaaaahh ...
Bitao was startled and quickly looked at Taiji.
Tai Chi's expression remained unmoved, as if it were commonplace.
It's clearly not a problem with the immortal veins he transferred; it's a problem with the person himself.
The person's wailing gradually turned into sobbing.
Tears streamed down his face, and he trembled all over.
He was very strong and handsome. After his immortal pearl was dug out and he lost his spiritual energy, he fell into the hands of others.
But he refused to be humiliated and, relying on his strength, killed everyone in the room who wanted to "humiliate" him.
After that, he suffered the consequences of karma and was reduced to a mortal.
Logically speaking, once someone becomes a mortal, they are more likely to be persecuted.
However, his skills were so extraordinary that they were not aided by any spiritual energy. He was noticed by a nobleman and taken in as a personal bodyguard.
Only then could they barely survive, wandering through the human world, experiencing the slow torment of the five signs of decay, watching themselves gradually decline and perish.
He even knew that he would not find peace after death.
He thought that in this life, until he died and became a wandering ghost, he would never have the chance to go back to the way things were before.
He didn't even think about ascending to heaven; he only wanted to experience once again the exhilarating feeling of flying through the air and being omnipotent.
Unexpectedly, now that he is over fifty years old with gray hair and one foot in the grave, he has actually been able to "come back to spring" again!
He rolled off the bed and fell directly to the floor.
Having lived as a mortal for so long, his limbs were used to being heavy, and he found it difficult to adapt to this light and airy feeling.
He simply knelt down by the bed and wailed to his heart's content.
Then he kowtowed repeatedly towards the peach blossom and the direction of the Tai Chi symbol.
I wish I could smash my own head open and die on the spot.
"My name is Chong'a. I will repay the life-saving grace of my benefactor even if it means dying ten thousand times!"
He was already "dead" the moment his immortal pearl was removed, he became someone else's plaything, he killed all the mortals in the room, and he suffered the backlash of karma.
All these years, I've been nothing more than a walking corpse, barely clinging to life.
Only after feeling the flow of spiritual energy within his body again and regaining his power did he finally "come back to life".
So he said it was a life-saving grace.
“Get up,” said Bitao. “Chong’a is a good name. The highest virtue, the Way, is like a hill, towering and unmoving, a guiding principle for the practitioner.”①
"You are where you are today because of your own good fortune and perseverance."
"May you remain as steadfast as your name suggests, and hold fast to your original aspirations."
Chong'a kowtowed to the ground, trembling all over, and said, "I will always uphold the fairy's teachings!"
Bitao looked at Taiji again, and meeting his eager gaze, she praised him generously: "Well done, keep going."
When Tai Chi receives praise, his knife skills become even more divinely inspired.
Bitao has gained a powerful new general. After leaving the house, she found Mingguang talking to Dongjun on the deck.
Bitao said to Mingguang, "I was planning to bring you here in a few days, but since you're out of the city today, I have many Golden Spirit Pearls here. Pick one and try it out." Mingguang's expression froze.
Dongjun looked at Bitao: "What are you testing?"
"Let's see if he's like those people."
Bitao pointed to a group of people lined up at the entrance of Tai Chi, looking uneasy, and said, "They are suffering from the backlash of karma."
"What karmic retribution?"
"What are you talking about? What happened to my brother?!"
Dongjun grabbed Mingguang's wrist, about to probe into his meridians.
Mingguang immediately shook off Dongjun's hand.
He looked at Bitao and slowly nodded.
The two people entered a room.
Dongjun was locked outside the door.
Instead of barging in, he went to find his "omnipresent" master.
The Supreme God of the Origin was at the bottom of the spirit boat when Dongjun pulled him aside and asked, "Master, do you know what's wrong with my brother?"
The Upper God was somewhat gloating, but he didn't show it.
With a loving expression, he sat cross-legged in mid-air, pointed a finger at Dongjun's forehead, and 'enlightened' his wayward disciple.
“You’re so busy tracing the origins of Bitao, studying its past competitions, and hiding the immortal pearls it once held. If you were to trace your brother’s Silver Han Gu a little more, you would know exactly what happened to him.”
"Anyone who didn't know better would think that Bitao was your relative."
Dongjun was so choked by the divine truth of the source that he almost fell backward.
Without bothering to argue back, they quickly connected to the Silver River Net.
On the Milky Way, a heated discussion was taking place about whether Mingguang would suffer the consequences of karma.
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