This dream journey will likely be a precious experience they will never forget.
As the instigator of everything, Meng Yao packed up and left early, and Chu Hongluan and her group also quickly fled on a cloud boat, as any further complications were undesirable.
On the cloud boat, Chu Hongluan casually tossed the box containing the amorous grass to Liu Jinghong, and then went to drink with the old man Wangsheng.
Wang Sheng is currently feeling down, and as his only disciple, she should at least offer him some support.
The bar area wasn't large, with shelves reaching straight up to the ceiling on all four sides, neatly stacked with all sorts of fine wines and spirits. Only in the very center was a low table surrounded by some cushions.
Wang Sheng casually picked a seat and sat down, not saying a word, just drinking in silence. That's the good thing about having the wine rack so close; once you finish one bottle, you can just reach back and grab a new one.
Chu Hongluan sat down opposite him, in the spot she usually sat, but she wasn't good at comforting people, so she could only keep him company silently.
Wang Sheng showed off a bottle, and she showed off a bottle too.
Wang Sheng flaunted two bottles, and she flaunted two bottles too.
Wang Sheng looked at her and thought, "Hey, you little brat, you want to compete with me in drinking?"
I stomped my foot on the table, grabbed a wine jar with one hand, and started chugging! Come on! Anyone who disagrees, let's fight!
...
Chu Hongluan pondered that the old man probably liked this bold way of drinking. After a slight internal struggle, she decided to risk her life to keep him company. She turned around and brought out a jar of wine herself, secretly comforting herself: It's alright, it's alright, I have excellent drinking manners. At worst, I'll just drink too much and then fall asleep.
After downing the entire jar of wine in one gulp, Chu Hongluan thought: "Hey? It seems alright, the alcohol isn't too strong."
Little did she know that the entire shelf of wine behind her was filled with fruit juice that Liu Jinghong had put there, with only a tiny bit of alcohol added, just to fool her.
Wang Sheng, his eyes glazed with drunkenness: Damn it? How can this little girl drink so much? I've been a "Wine Immortal" for hundreds of years, am I going to be defeated by a little girl today?!
No way! I refuse to accept this!
And so, one jar of wine, two jars of wine...
Wine jars, jugs, and pots were scattered haphazardly on the ground. Wang Sheng was so drunk that he was out of his mind, seeing double images and feeling as if the whole world was shaking.
No, no, no... The new generation surpasses the old, and the old generation dies on the beach...
With a thud, Wang Sheng collapsed onto the table, snoring loudly.
Chu Hongluan's pretty face flushed red, and she gave a muffled sneer: "Heh... you little rascal."
The slight alcohol taste in the juice wasn't intoxicating on its own, but it added up over time, and Chu Hongluan's alcohol tolerance was extremely low.
She tossed the wine jar aside and staggered out the door. Climbing up the deck of the cloud boat, she realized it was already dark.
A tall, slender figure stood by the railing. The crescent-colored patterns on his snow-white robe shimmered with light. With the gentle evening breeze, it seemed as if countless ripples and clouds were spreading across the white robe. His wide sleeves flowed gracefully, his sash was elegant, and his dark hair was loosely tied and hung down his back, smooth as water and soft as satin.
Perhaps hearing the commotion behind her, Liu Jinghong turned around and saw Chu Hongluan. Her eyebrows suddenly curved into a gentle smile.
Chu Hongluan stared at him blankly, her big eyes unblinking.
"Is it pretty?" Liu Jinghong's smile deepened when he saw her expression.
"It looks good," Chu Hongluan answered honestly, then slowly walked to his side and leaned against the railing. A gust of wind blew, and she felt her muddled mind clear up a bit. "White clothes suit you very well, but why do I feel like I rarely see you wearing them?"
“The disciples of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion wear white robes, you’ve seen them, haven’t you? I wore them like that at first too.” Liu Jinghong smiled and turned slightly to shield her from most of the wind. “From as far back as I can remember, everyone has said that I look very much like my father. The older I get, the more people say that.”
"At that time, I always wondered, how similar could they be? It wasn't until later, when I was allowed into my mother's study, that I saw a portrait. The person in the portrait was dressed in white, as bright as the moon, and had a face that was almost exactly the same as mine."
"But I know that's not me. No one would recognize me, even if we look exactly alike and are dressed in similar white clothes."
"Because my father's eyes were filled with compassion for the world and great love for all living beings. He was more like a god, while I was just an ordinary person."
At this point, Liu Jinghong suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear: "After that, I stopped wearing white, afraid of disgracing that person. But I am ultimately an extremely vulgar person, and now I wear white only to please my junior sister."
Her heart seemed to skip a beat, then began to pound rapidly like a drum. The spot behind her ear where her breath had touched felt tingly. She opened her mouth to say something, but then realized belatedly that her throat was terribly dry.
"You...like me?"
Liu Jinghong straightened up, but did not distance himself from her. Instead, he looked directly into her slightly misty eyes with sincerity and passion.
"I love it, I love it so much."
What if I were to kill you someday?
Liu Jinghong was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Then kill him. My life was saved by my junior sister, so it is only right to return it to her."
He suddenly remembered the day they first met; Chu Hongluan had indeed drawn her sword at him, but later claimed she had mistaken him for someone else. Now, thinking back, perhaps she had come to the nameless immortal mountain with the intention of killing him from the very beginning.
But what does it matter? Whatever her reason for wanting to kill him, he was grateful for that reason.
I am grateful that she appeared so brilliantly in my life.
The boy gently tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ear, his voice tender: "But before you kill me, may I... kiss you?"
Chu Hongluan tiptoed and offered her lips.
A light kiss, a fleeting touch.
But the person in front of her wouldn't allow her to back down. His large hand gripped her waist, forcing her closer. At the same time, his slender fingers passed through her hair, firmly holding the back of her head. His thin lips covered hers, forcefully deepening the kiss.
Unseen by Chu Hongluan, a deep red Gu worm silently burrowed into Liu Jinghong's flesh along her sleeve.
This is a love potion.
It was after that drunken night on the nameless immortal mountain that Liu Jinghong specially asked Gu Chunxiao for it the next morning.
This type of Gu can be categorized into mother Gu and mother Gu.
The person carrying the offspring Gu must nurture the mother Gu with their heart's blood for ten days. The mother Gu will then change from pure white to deep red, symbolizing the formation of a bond of love. At that time, the deep red mother Gu can be implanted into the body of a beloved person, and will automatically share 50% of the damage when that person is injured.
If the offspring Gu dies, the mother Gu will have no worries.
If the mother Gu dies, the child Gu will be buried with her.
In this way, if Chu Hongluan were injured again, even if it was just a cut on a finger, he would not be unaware.
This is the greatest sincerity he can offer.
The stirrings of a young heart are like a midsummer night's wasteland; a gust of wind can set off a wildfire that engulfs half the sky, leaving no way out.
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