Chapter 77 Chapter 77 "Fool."
Why did he suddenly go out in the middle of the night in an unfamiliar area?
This doubt arose in the minds of both of them at the same time.
But compared to finding out the reason why Zhu Yan went out, Jiu Zhao was more interested in what Ying Luo had not finished saying.
She no longer paid attention to what was happening outside. She pulled Yingluo's sleeve and urged, "Why don't you continue?"
Yingluo pursed her thin lips, as if she sensed something.
He combined the truth he currently knew and quickly thought about Zhu Yan's motives.
The conclusion is that the other party went out in the middle of the night, and most likely appeared silently in Jiu Zhao's bedroom with me, for the same thing -
It is obviously more convincing to let Jiu Zhao witness it with his own eyes than to say it with words.
In just a few moments, Yingluo completed the change of his thoughts.
He grasped Jiu Zhao's left hand, the oil lamplight reflecting in his eyes like two faint rays of light from the abyss. "Perhaps I don't need to reveal the truth. Miss, don't you want to know why Master Zhu Yan loves you? Why don't we follow him and see for ourselves?"
The autumn night is chilly and getting cooler.
Jiu Zhao was stared at by the young man with cold eyes, and countless tiny skin particles suddenly appeared on the back of his neck.
He was so serious at this moment.
In recent days, he has always been hesitant to speak.
It can be imagined that the reason behind Zhu Yan's deep affection and loyalty is probably not a good thing.
Do you really want to personally peel off the veil covering the truth?
However, things have developed to this point. Even if she refuses rationally, Jiu Zhao's emotions have already put her on a high pedestal.
She didn't hesitate long.
He blew out the oil lamp, disappeared with Yingluo, and teleported out the door.
Fortunately, Zhu Yan didn't go too far away.
After walking a few steps along the narrow path through the lush bamboo forest, Jiu Zhao saw him standing in front of the bamboo house where the servant boy lived, talking about something.
He bowed with his hands clasped together, his expression quite urgent.
The child waved his hands to refuse, but could not resist his persistence.
Before Jiu Zhao could even listen, the conversation between the two sides produced results.
The child was still young and was no match for Zhu Yan in terms of eloquence.
After nodding helplessly, he led him to the other side of the narrow path.
Jiu Zhao walked lightly and fell a few feet behind them.
There is a five-element maze in the bamboo forest surrounding the courtyard. If you are not familiar with the secrets, you will often get lost in it.
After walking around for a stick of incense, the little boy led Zhu Yan to an old stilt house that they had never seen before.
Standing at the foot of the steep bamboo steps, the little boy made a hand gesture and conjured up a dragonfly made of bamboo leaves, which flew up and disappeared into the closed door.
Then he said to Zhu Yan, "Sir, please wait a moment. My master will react when he sees the bamboo dragonfly."
Can be called master by children.
I guess the person living here must be Xingyao.
Jiu Zhao had no impression of Xing Yao's appearance, and naturally had even less impression of her other habits.
She was a little surprised that such a great celestial being would choose this house that looked like it was about to fall apart as his living place.
Not long after, the door at the top of the bamboo steps opened silently, and a clear female voice came: "Immortal Zhu Yan, please come in."
"The master has invited you, so please ascend the steps and enter the house." The child retracted the dragonfly and transformed itself into a slender bamboo leaf. He bowed his head and saluted him. "I will wait here. When you come out, I will lead you back to the guest room."
Zhu Yan whispered thank you in a low voice.
As the soles of my shoes stepped on the bamboo steps, the old stilt house began to creak.
"We are about to enter the teacher's main house. Miss, please remember not to use magic at will. We are at the same level of celestial being as the teacher, and she has practiced for more years than us. If there is any fluctuation in immortal power, she will easily detect it."
Before the three people arrived, Yingluo visited alone once.
Therefore, they were not surprised by any situation. He whispered a few words in his ear, and the two of them quickened their pace and entered before the door closed.
There is a hidden world inside the stilt house.
The space is much larger than it appears from the outside.
It is obvious that Xingyao lives, sits, lies down, and makes medicine here.
Besides a narrow bed, the same style as in Jiu Zhao's room, and a round table and square chairs used for entertaining guests and daily meals, there were countless tall medicine cabinets. Each cabinet was filled with dark brown drawers of the same size, with the names of the medicinal herbs labeled on yellow paper.
Medical books and texts from the three realms are piled up randomly on the ground, in the gaps of the medicine cabinets, and on the shelves where alchemy tools are placed.
After taking a look at the layout of the room, Xingyao, whose face was still stained with an unknown black and gray, came into Jiuzhao's sight under such circumstances.
She had a plain face, wore a simple cloth dress, and had her jet-black hair casually tied up. She was short and delicate, as innocent as a girl who had not yet reached marriage age in her lifetime - only her two upturned eyes showed the calm and clear mind that had been through many years of aging.
She raised her hand without looking up, and invited Zhu Yan to sit down and talk across from her across a small square alchemy furnace.
Jiu Zhao pulled Ying Luo and chose a corner that was not too cramped to stand in.
"It's not easy for Immortal Lord Zhu Yan to still be alive after not seeing him for tens of thousands of years."
As soon as Xingyao opened her mouth, Jiuzhao immediately understood why she was described as having a "weird personality".
She couldn't help but stare at the other person, intending to take a few more glances, but her peripheral vision was attracted by a piece of snow-white clothing that stretched all the way to the ground.
Facing Xing Yao's sarcastic words, Zhu Yan did not answer, but cast a spell to dispel the disguise of his pupils and hair, and turned back into his appearance as Sanqingtian.
The icy silver hair scattered behind her back became the only bright color in this room filled with dark brown and gray.
On the other side, Xing Yao, whose mind and eyes were filled with the square furnace in front of her, finally raised her face.
She took a quick look at the young man's white hair and followed up with a more blunt second sentence: "Your hair has become so white that even the hair I plucked and blood-drawn from the backyard of the Divine Medicine Bureau is not as white as yours. You must be at the end of your life. Don't you have many days left?"
Jiu Zhao opened his eyes wide when these words came out.
Premature aging in old age and having only a few days to live are two completely different definitions.
As for the former, she thought that even if things got worse, there would still be tens of thousands of years as a buffer, so everything wouldn't be that bad.
The latter told her that she might have to accept his passing at any time and anywhere.
...How could Zhu Yan hide such an important matter from me?
Jiu Zhao clutched his sleeves tightly, his eyes filled with surprise and heartache when he learned the truth.
Even Yingluo couldn't control his surprised expression.
A few days ago, he came to see the teacher, but the teacher did not mention this matter.
However, what made Jiuzhao even more upset was the next sentence Xingyao said.
She casually wiped her face, leaving another streak of dust on her smooth skin. "So, by coming here as promised, you've already convinced the Nine Zhao Divine Princess who came with you to offer her Nirvana Phoenix Fire to temper your immortal veins and prolong your life?"
Zhu Yan still sat there, silent.
It looked like a beautiful ice sculpture that was gradually losing its life under the scorching fire.
“……?”
What does this mean?
How come he said he was going to die, and then said he could be saved?
How many surprises are there that she doesn't know about?!
Jiu Zhao subconsciously looked at Ying Luo.
However, she was the only one experiencing intense inner turmoil, while Yingluo remained calm and composed.
Jiu Zhao immediately realized that he had already known the truth when Yingluo and Xingyao, the master and disciple, met the day before.
Thinking of this, the glance she gave turned into a glare, filled with anger and confusion as if it had substance.
Since he had chosen to bring her here, Yingluo had already thought of everything and was prepared for any consequences. Unable to use the secret magic of sound penetration, he used his finger as a pen and wrote the cause and effect on Jiuzhao's palm:
"I showed up in your room in the dead of night to tell you this. Yesterday, my teacher told me that Zhu Yan's damaged immortal veins can only be reborn through the highest level of Nirvana Phoenix Fire, cleansing his marrow and regenerating, thus changing his fate of premature aging. So, I suspect that Zhu Yan approached you and tried so hard to impress you with all his actions just to make you willingly save his life."
Yingluo had just finished writing the last word and Jiuzhao had no time to respond when the sound of kowtows not far away attracted their attention again.
Zhu Yan folded his hands, holding them flat on his chest. He kowtowed to the ground again and again, completely disregarding his status. A pleading voice emanated from his lips, "Your Highness Jiu Zhao is unaware that the Nirvana Phoenix Fire can save me. I came to disturb you at night because of this matter—"
"how?"
Xingyao crossed her arms and squinted her eyes. "Are you afraid Jiu Zhao won't believe what you said? Do you need me to explain it for you?"
"Not—"
Zhu Yan raised his voice, interrupting her speculation. He took two steps on his knees, approaching Xing Yao's side, his pale face illuminated by the Nine Lights flames suspended beneath the furnace. "Yan simply begs the Immortal, please do not tell Your Highness about this method that could save my life!"
This is what the other party intended.
Xingyao was startled: "Why?"
She looked down at him condescendingly, "If it wasn't to save her life, then why did she go to all the trouble of bringing you here?"
Zhu Yan paused and said, "Prince Yingluo is the immortal's student. He has always been thoughtful and meticulous. Perhaps he saw through something, so..."
When talking about Yingluo, Zhu Yan only mentioned it briefly.
He kowtowed once more, expressing his sincere feelings: "I love His Highness Jiu Zhao deeply, and I also know how much it would cost and how much pain it would take to cultivate the highest level of Nirvana Phoenix Fire. I am reluctant to do this, and I am unwilling to let His Highness Jiu Zhao do this for me—
“Even if the end is near, there is still a hundred years to live.
"Even if there's not a hundred years left, I can only live and die like a mayfly...
"It is enough to be able to accompany His Highness like this."
After Zhu Yan finished speaking, the room fell silent.
Xing Yao looked at him, then turned her gaze to look at the elixir that was being tempered by true fire in her furnace.
"Whether you want this life or not is none of my business. It's up to you."
She finally put on a stern face and commented coldly, "Fool."
Zhu Yan lay on the ground and did not look up for a long time.
…
After piecing together the second half of the truth, he discovered it was far from what he had expected. Ying Luo's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly didn't dare to look at Jiu Zhao's expression. For the first time in his life, he regretted the rashness and foolishness of his actions.
He originally wanted to use this opportunity to completely destroy his love rival, but unexpectedly he became his opponent's helper.
The mistake had already been made, and beating one's chest in regret was pointless. Yingluo reached for Jiuzhao's hand, which was hanging by his side, and tried to tell her to calm down. They could still discuss what Zhu Yan had hidden when they returned to the bamboo house.
However.
Just one hesitation.
Jiu Zhao flew away from him like a butterfly escaping from a net.
The concealment spell was lifted, and her figure suddenly appeared behind Zhu Yan.
Then came the indistinguishable questioning voice:
"Zhu Yan, what exactly do you want to hide from me?!"
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