Chapter 82 Years Later, Dreams of the Past "When did you become so well-behaved..."
When Lou Yan returned to her room, it was past 9 PM. The room was quiet, and Heng Qichun had not yet returned.
Bajiao Town is small, and the few inns it has are all filled with disciples, with two people sharing a room.
When the waiting list was finally filled, there still weren't enough rooms, so Lou Yan sacrificed himself and said he could stay with his master.
As he finished speaking, he glanced at Heng Qichun's expression and saw that his master nodded calmly, as if it didn't matter who he lived with.
Lou Yan felt a bit like grinding her teeth at that moment.
He was eager to prove something.
For this reason, he went to see Fu Yusheng, but to no avail. Before Heng Qichun returned to his room, he still went into the bathtub and washed himself thoroughly.
Then he wrapped himself in an undergarment and sat cross-legged on the bed to wait.
After another quarter of an hour, the restless wolf cub finally lost patience, got up and set up a barrier at the door, while not forgetting to remove the barrier's restriction on Heng Qichun.
This means that only Heng Qichun will be allowed to enter this room in a short time.
After doing all this, Lou Yan climbed back onto the bed, secretly activating his spiritual power and revealing his tail.
He nestled in bed, hugging his handsome wolf tail, thinking—when Heng Qichun lost his memory, he seemed very interested in his tail, always pulling it to play with while he was sleeping.
Having witnessed the chaos at Mount Nuqi and been surrounded by demons, Lou Yan was already exhausted.
At first, he could sit obediently on the bed and wait for Heng Qichun, but after a while, he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and he could no longer find any clarity.
Heng Qichun and Nanyushan discussed the matter of capturing the demon for two hours. By the time they returned to their room, the moon was already high in the sky.
There was only an oil lamp lit in the room, and no other light could be seen. It was unclear what the wolf cubs were doing.
Heng Qichun stood outside the door for a moment before finally deciding to push it open and go in.
When the wooden door was pushed open, he was startled by the golden barrier that suddenly lit up on the door. He was about to back away when he discovered that he could actually freely enter and exit the barrier.
It seems the wolf cub wasn't trying to protect himself.
When this thought came to mind, Heng Qichun felt a strange tingling sensation in his heart. He pursed his lips, then suppressed all his emotions and walked in without making a sound.
There seemed to be no one inside.
A small, warm-colored candle illuminated half of the bed behind the screen. The gauze curtains fluttered, and the bedding was piled up haphazardly. A little wolf curled up into a ball, hugging its tail, and slept soundly.
Heng Qichun stopped, leaning against the half-finished screen. The candlelight flickered gently, enveloping his warm profile and dispelling the chill of winter.
My memory was suddenly pulled back to many years ago by this scene.
That winter, my master passed away.
He and his senior brother knelt in the Heavenly Sound Hall for forty-nine days. His senior brother saw off the various sect leaders from the cultivation world who came to pay homage to their ancestor, but he did not go. Instead, he went alone to the back mountain of the Eighteen Realms.
The roads were blocked by heavy snow, but he did not use his sword; instead, he trudged up the mountain in only his clothes.
As a child, he often meditated here while studying. His master always taught him the way of the common people and told him to remember the words of saving the world.
It's been a thousand years.
Before his master passed away, he knelt before the old man's bed and shed tears. Therefore, the last words his master said before closing his eyes were to remind him that he was a god and that he should not develop true feelings for human beings.
For the first time in his life, Heng Qichun had a rebellious thought. He originally wanted to go into seclusion in the back mountain and never care about the affairs of the world again.
But on that very day, he picked up Lou Yan.
Abandoned by the wolf clan, the wolf cub lay dying in the snow-covered mountains, its fur soaked through and sticky with snow, barely clinging to its body, on the verge of death.
At that time, Heng Qichun only wanted to do things that went against his master's teachings.
He's willing to live in seclusion, and he's also willing to take in an injured wolf cub.
Later, the wolf cub let out a weak cry in his arms and licked his frozen hand with its warm tongue.
Therefore, Heng Qichun chose the second path.
Despite the puzzled looks from his disciples, he took the wolf cub back to Shenxiao Palace, fed it spiritual energy, restored its demon bones, and cleaned its filthy tail.
For many years afterward, the wolf cub would curl up on the bed, hugging its tail, waiting for him to come back.
Just like tonight.
Heng Qichun let out a soft breath, his heart, which had been frozen by ice and snow for so long, finally felt relieved on this snowy night.
He quietly walked to the edge of the bed, not wanting to wake the sleeping Lou Yan, but carefully sat on the bed, turned to the side, and picked up the little wolf by its least sensitive forelimbs.
Then it lowered its head and buried its face in the wolf cub's furry nape.
The ice on the window frame broke and hit the ground with a crisp "thud".
It was a soft, rippling sound.
The cold snow was biting and showed no signs of stopping.
After nightfall, the snow intensified, piling up all over Bajiao Town, making it difficult to open doors and courtyards, and the people of the mortal world stayed indoors even more.
It truly became the evil and calamity recorded in old chronicles!
Even though it was the dead of winter and there was no heater in the house, Lou Yan felt incredibly hot!
He twitched his fingers restlessly in his sleep, trying to loosen his grip on the wolf tail he had been holding. As soon as he moved his hand, a smooth, delicate, and slightly cool touch pressed against his palm.
Lou Yan suddenly opened her eyes, startled awake even when she was sound asleep.
He looked down in horror at what he was clutching in his hand, his mind filled with only one thought—
Where's his tail? Where's the tail he conjured up before going to sleep to show Heng Qichun?!
Lou Yan had been sleeping too soundly and had been startled awake, so he broke out in a cold sweat.
Under the sticky touch, he hesitated and turned to look at another warm spot beside him. What he saw startled him. His sweat increased instead of decreasing, and his eyes widened in the dark of dawn.
Aww!
Heng Qichun was sleeping in the same bed with him, and what he was holding in his hand was not his own tail, but Heng Qichun's fingers!
What's going on?!
Could it be that he was sleeping too soundly and unintentionally mistook Heng Qichun's hand for a tail?
Thinking of this, Lou Yan decisively reached behind her and touched her tail, only to find that it had somehow retracted.
He's become this powerful now? He can make his tail disappear without even reciting the Returning Origin Incantation!
Lou Yan was both surprised and scared, and felt ashamed for holding Heng Qichun's fingers while sleeping. She struggled on the bed for a while before finally calming down.
The movement was so loud that it woke up Heng Qichun, who was sleeping next to him.
It was the darkest time before dawn.
Heng Qichun slept soundly, and then vaguely dreamed of many things from the past—the wolf cub was angry that he went down the mountain to catch demons without taking him with him, and during the three days he was away, he put all his strength into digging a big hole in the bed, trying to make him roll off the bed while he was fast asleep.
So the first thing Heng Qichun did after being woken up was to get up and carefully examine the bedding.
Lou Yan was bewildered as his master chased him to the foot of the bed. Then, looking innocent, he crawled back from the foot of the bed and asked, puzzled, "Uh, Master?"
There are no holes in the bed.
Heng Qichun looked around through the bright snow outside the window and confirmed that he was temporarily staying at an inn in Bajiao Town with the Immortal Sect before finally waking up from that long dream.
He slept with his hair unbound, his full head of white hair hanging down over his shoulders, revealing his cold and weary face in the thick darkness of the night.
He demanded of Lou Yan, "It's not even dawn yet, what are you doing instead of sleeping?!"
He started cursing right away...
Lou Yan felt a little aggrieved. He hunched his neck and hummed twice. Finally, he remembered what he should say. He stammered for a while before he could finally speak clearly: "I was waiting for Master to come back. I don't know how I fell asleep. Maybe...maybe I slept too soundly and disturbed Master."
The wolf cub lowered its head and said in a muffled voice, "I was wrong..."
It seemed that Master was in a bad mood. He was afraid of being scolded for having wicked intentions, so he didn't mention the tail.
He knelt there obediently, admitting his mistake. After he finished speaking, Heng Qichun immediately reached out to touch his forehead to check if his little apprentice had a fever.
It's not hot.
Heng Qichun withdrew his hand, leaned back on the bed, frowned in surprise, and asked directly, "When did you become so obedient?"
Lou Yan lowered his head and remained silent.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he just felt that he should back down, especially after biting Heng Qichun like that.
In their wolf pack, if a male wolf wants to please a female wolf, he will first soften his stance.
But after being asked this by Heng Qichun, Lou Yan still felt a little embarrassed. He pretended to casually raise his hand and touch his nose, then hummed twice and said, "Who's being good..."
With a "hiss".
Heng Qichun burst out laughing.
Lou Yan stiffened, all her little movements vanished instantly, she spread her legs and sat on the bed, then tried to smirk and show her teeth.
It didn't work, and they quickly retracted their canines.
Lou Yan finally mustered up her courage and asked, "...Does Master still remember what happened at Mount Nuqi?"
All day long, he had been trying to please and wait, even going so far as to conjure a tail for Heng Qichun, all in the hopes of finding the right moment to ask her this question: "Does Master still remember the matter of Mount Nüqi?"
Although he did not know why Heng Qichun suddenly regained his memory, he intuitively felt that it was related to Emperor Yi.
If that's the case, then Heng Qichun should remember very clearly what happened during his amnesia.
Lou Yan was just worried. He felt that the Wolf King, who was pursuing the truth and capable of great things, needed a positive answer no matter what.
But he never expected that Heng Qichun, who now seemed very gentle and easy to talk to, would skip the question altogether.
"The world is about to descend into chaos." Heng Qichun curled his lips slightly and said calmly, "I will not punish you now."
What's the point of punishment?
He probably doesn't think I'm asking about the Guhuoniao killing the clan leader!
"I wasn't asking about the clan chief!" Lou Yan immediately panicked, gesturing wildly and stammering incoherently, "It's... that... that..."
Heng Qichun frowned. "Which one? Which one? Which one?"
"It was... when Master thought we were going to have a child..."
Let me bite you there, there, there...
Lou Yan didn't finish speaking.
Heng Qichun had already leaned against the soft pillows and closed his eyes. His breathing gradually became long and even. His handsome face showed signs of fatigue. He fell into a deep sleep in the still dim light of the night.
Lou Yan lost all her strength and collapsed with a thud, lying next to Heng Qichun with her head half-resting in her master's arms.
A moment later, he moved away a little more in a huff, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far from Heng Qichun.
He crossed his arms and thought with a heavy heart—
Heng Qichun has regained his memory.
So we no longer need him.
He became that wolf again, one that could be abandoned at any moment.
As the first rays of light peeked through the clouds, Heng Qichun silently opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright.
He raised his hand and pressed it against a spot on his chest, his fingertips trembling slightly.
The wound on his lower abdomen had healed, but Lou Yan's teeth marks remained on the skin of his chest.
The swelling and throbbing, the tingling and itching sensation, constantly reminded him of the untold things he and Lou Yan had done in that small courtyard on Nüqi Mountain.
Now Lou Yan has come to ask him.
what to do……
Has Lou Yan discovered his feelings?
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