Chapter 27 Words may be innocent, but the mind is not...
She didn't know when the cold plum fragrance gradually faded, replaced by a warmer, more comforting scent. Xue Wenxiang hugged the person in her arms tightly, only to find nothing there. That's when she woke up.
He only had an outer robe in his arms, while the old monk Xu Zangyu sat calmly in meditation to the side.
Noticing that he was awake, Xu Cangyu asked him for his clothes, "I didn't wake you because you were sleeping so soundly, can you give me back my clothes now?"
Xue Wenxiang felt a moment of loss, realizing that what happened last night was just a dream. He awkwardly avoided looking Xu Cangyu in the eye, got up, handed him the clothes, but suddenly froze and immediately turned away.
Seeing that his expression was strange, Xu Zangyu was about to get up to take the clothes, but the clothes were thrown over her head.
"I lent you my clothes to sleep in for one night, and you just threw them away after using them?"
A surge of blood rushed to her head, and what had started as just her earlobes quickly spread down her neck like wildfire. Xue Wenxiang looked down and couldn't bear to look at her clothes sticking together wetly. She instinctively tried to cast a spell to dispel the dust, but only managed to make a single, empty gesture before remembering that this was a dead land devoid of spiritual energy.
Not only could I not use spiritual energy, but I couldn't even open the Qiankun bag.
"Feel sorry."
His tone sounded timid and lacking confidence. Xu Cangyu pulled down the clothes on his head and looked at his stiff back, feeling increasingly uneasy. "What's wrong with you?"
"Where...where is the water?"
Xu Zangyu pointed in a direction in the distance, “There is a clean spring there.”
After he finished speaking, Xue Wenxiang hurriedly ran away, and her walking posture was even more restrained than usual.
"what the hell?"
Finding a clean water source in the wasteland is as difficult as climbing to heaven. When they finally found the spring that Xu Cangyu had mentioned, only a thin stream of water dripped sparsely from the stone wall. Their original plan to take a bath was abandoned, and they resignedly took off their pants.
He glanced at it and almost threw the pants away in disgust.
But having fallen into this situation, there's no other way. If I don't want to go through life with my bare bottom exposed, I can only wash it clean before using it again.
Xue Wenxiang rinsed the dirty areas with the water, glancing back every now and then to see if anyone was approaching, as cautiously as a thief.
After washing them clean, Xue Wenxiang faced another problem. The sky was overcast with no sunshine, so they wouldn't dry at all. He couldn't possibly walk around in these wet pants, dripping water.
Finally, having no other choice, Xue Wenxiang could only manually shake the clothes until they were half-dry before putting them on.
After all that trouble, I was exhausted, like a dead fish.
Xue Wenxiang returned late, her face full of bitterness and resentment. She plopped down on the ground as soon as she got back, but Xu Cangyu still noticed the stains that had been accidentally seeped onto the bamboo mat.
"You even washed your pants?"
Xue Wenxiang said irritably, "Don't you ever wash? Won't you stink?"
"I brought several sets of clothes, enough to change into." Cultivators rarely produce filth, so it's not a big problem if they don't change for a month. However, Xu Cangyu was worried about it, so he brought several sets of underwear that were easy to change into.
Xue Wenxiang then remembered the large package that Xu Cangyu was carrying. She hadn't understood it at first, but now she realized how important it was.
Wearing damp clothes is uncomfortable, stuffy and sticky. After hesitating for a long time, he finally asked, embarrassed, "Could I borrow a pair of pants?"
Xu Zangyu was very generous and simply tossed one over, saying, "If you don't mind that it's one I wore before, you can take it."
"As long as it's dry, it's fine." Even if it's something you just took off your clothes, it doesn't matter.
He silently added a sentence in his mind.
Upon receiving it, he smelled the familiar scent again—the faint fragrance emanating from Xu Zangyu. Could it be that even clothes she had never worn had this fragrance?
She couldn't resist picking it up and smelling it, when she heard Xu Cangyu say, "Sorry, it seems I picked up the wrong one. That one is the one I just changed into. They were mixed up. I'll get you a new one."
"No."
Xue Wenxiang deftly pulled down her pants, and the unexpected sight of her buttocks blinded Xu Zangyu.
He could only turn his head away and pretend he didn't see it.
I glanced down at my pants. Did they really smell?
What is Xue Wenxiang smelling?
When they turned around again, Xue Wenxiang had already changed her clothes, and her damp underwear was hanging on the branches of a low tree on the slope, swaying in the wind.
These pants are fine to wear in every way, except they're a bit too short. Xue Wenxiang measured Xu Zangyu's height and figured that if he hugged him from behind, he could just rest his chin on his neck.
He walked over to the person, but Xu Cangyu sat down again, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. Xue Wenxiang sat next to him, fiddling with his fingers out of boredom.
The rustling sounds, though not loud, were still disturbing.
“Go easy on me, this bamboo mat will last for another month,” Xu Zangyu reminded him.
When Xue Wenxiang came to her senses, she realized that a hole had been punched in the neatly woven bamboo mat.
He tried to restore it, but to no avail, so he chose to cover the hem of his clothes and pretend nothing had happened.
Xu Cangyu guessed his restless nature and said, "I just remembered, if you want to go out, you can actually crush the token."
"This token serves not only as a key to open the gate, but also as a teleportation portal when a disciple is in danger."
"It will just be teleported to the council hall in full view of everyone, but as the young master of Anxiang Tower, I'm sure the elders won't make things too difficult for you."
Xu Zangyu had never been forcibly kicked out of the Ascetic Cliff before, which is why he remembered it.
The news of her escape came suddenly, and Xue Wenxiang felt no excitement at being rescued; instead, her inner conflict deepened.
"You know I am the young master of Anxiang Pavilion, representing the reputation of Anxiang Pavilion. If I were defeated by your small and shabby Tianyi Sect, wouldn't that mean that Anxiang Pavilion is being suppressed by you?"
"A scholar may die, but he will not be humiliated. I would rather starve to death here than leave in such a wretched state."
Xu Zangyu had no choice and was too lazy to respond, "Then you should be quiet and stop bothering others. Have fewer distracting thoughts and fewer inner demons."
It felt like she'd been hit in the chest with a blunt object; Xue Wenxiang couldn't quite explain it, but she felt very uncomfortable.
He had heard the insults from Chu Shu countless times, the words of which were even sharper. Why did the same tone sound so harsh coming from Xu Zangyu?
Xu Zangyu didn't even look at him, so he glared at him fiercely, let out a little breath, and then lay back down to sleep.
He tried to return to the enchanting dream world, but he remained lucid.
In a daze, I heard someone speaking, and they even imitated his voice in a strange tone.
"Hey, can't you hear me? Why aren't you answering me?"
"Didn't you say you liked me before? I'm giving you this chance to confess to me."
Damn it, who's mimicking him?
Xue Wenxiang opened his wide eyes and saw a person who looked exactly like him sitting next to Xu Zangyu. Not only was his body pressed against Xu Zangyu's, but his face and mouth were almost touching Xu Zangyu's cheek.
"Hold!"
He glared at Xu Cangyu, who remained calm and composed. "It's all fake. Don't get so worked up."
Xue Wenxiang held back for a long time before finally putting down his fist, until the thing pressing against his face stuck out its tongue and buried it in Xu Zangyu's genitals.
"I fucking can't take it anymore."
Xue Wenxiang grabbed his hair and slammed his head to the ground, saying, "The real person is still here. How dare you, a counterfeit, act so arrogantly?"
The thing was covered in blood from being smashed, but it was still laughing. "As long as you die here, I'll go out with him. Who dares to say I'm not Xue Wenxiang?"
"Keep daydreaming!"
Xue Wenxiang found him utterly disgusting; even the hands holding his head felt filthy. She was determined to kill him.
The thing became even more frenzied, grabbing his neck in return, saying, "I am your mind, can you kill me?"
They choked people, pulled their hair, kicked them in the groin, punched them, and kicked them—the moves were endless.
Even the short tree on the slope, with its trousers hanging down, was swaying precariously.
Only Xu Zangyu was watching the play with his chin resting on his hand.
Kill them all, that's good.
You can know a person's face but not their heart; Xue Wenxiang's mind actually harbored such filthy thoughts.
Even with his strong willpower, he almost broke down.
Xue Wenxiang's love for Chu Shu wasn't earth-shattering, so how could she possibly have any thoughts of harming him?
That's insane, that damn gay fanfic.
The two men were fighting like two dead dogs, panting heavily, unable to straighten their backs, but their punches were still fierce.
Suddenly, Xue Wenxiang heard a cracking sound. The token had fallen to the ground at some point and was crushed by his foot.
A vortex suddenly surged up from the ground, dragging him into it.
He looked at Xu Zangyu with resentment, struggling and trying to break free from the mud.
"Xu Zangyu".
Xu Zangyu said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, go ahead and relax. The council hall is very safe."
The council hall is certainly safe. As the meeting place for the sect leader and elders, any unusual activity would be noticed by the guarding disciples first.
"Oh no! There's an anomaly in the teleportation at the Ascetic Cliff. A disciple is in danger."
Although the Tianyi Sect has strict training requirements, it also cares deeply for its disciples. In case of danger, the sect will immediately notify the elders, the physicians, and the sect leader.
In short, the group arrived together, staring at the vortex above their heads, waiting to catch the person.
A dark shadow flashed by, and someone had already reached out, but suddenly froze.
Why is it just a pair of underwear?
They withdrew their hands, stood there stunned for a long time, and then something fell from above them with a thud, smashing a huge hole in the floor.
The crowd gathered around, helped the person up, and were stunned again.
Why is it the young master of Anxiang Tower?
The sect leader raised an eyebrow in displeasure. "Young Master of Anxiang Pavilion, what are you doing trespassing on my Tianyi Sect's cultivation grounds?"
Xue Wenxiang was both angry and annoyed, and felt even more ashamed to face anyone. "I heard that your Tianyi Sect has a treasure land for cultivation, so I came to learn from it. After trying it, I found that it is indeed... extraordinary."
"I was reckless today, and I apologize to everyone here."
Xue Wenxiang was too polite, so Tianyi Sect couldn't pursue the matter. The Third Elder came out with a smile, "Young Master, you're too polite. It's a small problem. Just pay for the flooring and it'll be fine."
"That's natural."
"Fifty thousand taels."
Xue Wenxiang, who was taking out her money pouch, paused, glanced at the broken stone fragments at her feet, and confirmed that they were not made of gold.
But under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had no choice but to admit his mistake and hand over all his belongings from his trip.
"Welcome to visit again next time."
The sudden kindness in everyone's eyes made his teeth ache again. He snatched the pants from his disciple's hand and hurriedly left.
Outside the main hall, a gloomy gaze was fixed on Xue Wenxiang's steps. Xue Wenxiang noticed it and turned around to meet that gaze.
It was Chu Shu, who was keeping a close eye on him.
My heart skipped a beat. "Could Chu Shu really have fallen for me?"
He dared not think any further and ran even faster.
Everyone in the council hall had left, but Chu Shu remained for a long time.
You, Xu Zangyu, are playing the game of escaping with me. I'll see how long you can hide.
If I catch you, I'll make you cry as you repeat the promise you made.
Without Xue Wenxiang, Xu Cangyu relaxed a lot and took out the dried meat and fruit flavor from his package, eating it with great relish, when suddenly he sneezed.
Was Xue Wenxiang scolding him?
But wasn't that something he brought upon himself through recklessness?
If he hadn't left so early, there wouldn't have been enough food for the two of them for a month.
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