Chapter 132 [VIP]
As expected, it was a long wind.
Gu Zhizhuo narrowed his phoenix eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.
She thought of her father's head in the wooden box, and the talisman pasted on it, its runes resembling dried blood, deeply etched into her eyes and soul.
A strong sense of resentment welled up from his heart.
Her hand touched the horse's back.
Weapons were not allowed to be brought into the palace, but there was a repeating crossbow in the bag on the back of the jade lion.
“Young lady.” Changfeng stood atop the high wall, flicking his whisk, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, exuding the air of a highly accomplished sage. “So-called destiny is the will of Heaven. From ancient times to the present, those who defy Heaven and change their destiny will only suffer the pain of physical death and the annihilation of their Dao.”
"Don't force what isn't yours."
His voice was deep and resonant, and even without shouting, it still reached Gu Zhizhuo's ears clearly.
Gu Zhizhuo's red lips moved slightly as she looked up at him, coldly uttering two words: "True pretense."
Changfeng sensed obvious hostility from her.
He put away his compassionate smile, and his gaze, fixed on the past, reflected Gu Zhizhuo's figure.
The girl's eyes were filled with hatred, and her face, as bright as the sun, was filled with unrestrained arrogance. The crimson aura surrounding her was boiling rapidly, as if it was about to burst into flames.
Changfeng gripped his whisk tightly, a chill running through him as he asked, "Does this young lady have a grudge against me?"
hatred?
Does a blood feud count? Gu Zhizhuo's heart was filled with rage, and hatred almost consumed her reason.
She reached into her bag, her fingers touching the cold crossbow; her fingers slowly closed.
"Meow~"
A black tabby cat suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started meowing shrilly at Gu Zhizhuo's feet.
Its voice was filled with unprecedented joy as it hopped and skipped around her feet, excitedly rubbing its fluffy little head against her skirt, and looking up at her with its beautiful golden cat eyes.
Meow~
Shenmao eagerly urged, calling out softly in a delicate voice.
Gu Zhizhuo shuddered.
She closed her eyes for a few breaths, and when she opened them again, her eyes were like deep pools, bright and clear.
She held her four fingers together, extended them upwards, and pointed at Changfeng.
Gu Zhizhu smiled, but his eyes were icy cold: "Master Changfeng, I have calculated that the person who perished and whose Dao vanished is the one who died."
She used her hand as a blade and swung it down at Changfeng.
It will be you.
Changfeng's pupils contracted. His five senses were extremely sharp, and he could even feel a cold glint coming towards him.
The wind stirred the silver strands of the whisk, and Changfeng said unhappily, "This humble Taoist priest kindly advises you..."
"roll!"
Changfeng laughed. He had been a Taoist since childhood and had never seen such an arrogant and unreasonable person.
To defy fate, one must sacrifice the blood of an entire city to escape karma. This little girl, attempting to withstand the Heavenly Curse with her own flesh and blood, will likely not live much longer.
As an enlightened person, I won't stoop to her level.
"Meow".
The tabby cat leaped onto the horse's back and affectionately rubbed against and nibbled at Gu Zhizhuo's hand.
"Bad cat." Gu Zhizhuo tapped its wet little nose. "Don't encourage it, do you hear me?" Gu Zhizhuo smiled and suppressed the fierce aura around him.
"Mimi~"
The tabby cat drooped its little ears in disappointment, then pretended to be nonchalant, rubbing its paws against the leather of the saddle several times to vent its dissatisfaction.
The jade lion turned its head and snorted at it.
"Bad cat."
Gu Zhizhu patted its little head and asked, "Where is your owner?"
"You're always running around aimlessly, are you trying to get rid of your owner? Why don't you come to my house and I'll take care of you?"
"Meow?"
The tabby cat stopped upon hearing this, its sharp claws still hooked onto strands of leather.
It tilted its head, as if hesitating.
A very displeased voice suddenly rang out: "Shenmao, come back."
"Mimi".
The cat twitched its ears, about to jump down, when Gu Zhizhuo scooped it up by its belly, held it in his arms, and walked towards the luxurious carriage diagonally opposite.
Four glass lanterns hung at the front and back of the carriage, and Imperial Guards stood by the side. Sheng Jiang sat on the carriage saddle, looking at her expressionlessly.
"Master Supervisor."
Gu Zhizhu walked to the carriage and handed the tabby cat in through the window.
Shen Xu didn't take it, letting the cat jump off her hand and roll around on the mat in the carriage. When it rolled to Shen Xu's feet, she kicked it impatiently, and it rolled to the other side.
The cat meowed happily and rolled over to urge him to kick it again.
"You want to raise it?" Shen Xu had clearly heard what she just said. He glanced at her sideways and said with disdain, "Take it with you if you want."
Are you serious?
Shen Xu picked up the cat by the scruff of its neck and tossed it to Gu Zhizhuo, saying, "So annoying."
After letting out a cold snort, he said to Sheng Jiang, "Let's go."
Sheng Jiang hesitated for a moment, then secretly waved to the coachman, and the carriage remained motionless.
Without hesitation, Shen Mao jumped off Gu Zhizhuo's hands and pounced into Shen Xu's arms, meowing sweetly at him. She rubbed her head against him one moment and then raised her tail to rub against him the next.
Sheng Jiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Thank goodness.
Looking back, the eldest daughter and the cat had been gone for a few days, and their lives were particularly difficult. They would be scolded even for breathing, and they dared not take the first step with their left foot when walking.
If Miss Gu gets impulsive again, they're definitely doomed.
Gu Zhizhuo leaned his arms against the car window and asked with a smile, "Master, may I have a drink?"
"Are you a dog?" You can smell that.
Gu Zhizhuo: ?
Shen Xu took out a gilded and jewel-encrusted wine pot from the bottom of the coffee table, handed it to her, and tossed her a clean cup.
Gu Zhizhu poured himself a cup and drank it all in one gulp.
The strong aroma of the wine is irresistible, but when you taste it, there is no burning sensation at all. Instead, it is surprisingly refreshing, with a light aroma of wine and fruit.
It tastes good.
She poured herself another glass and drank it all in one gulp.
The wine was sweet on the palate, but the aftertaste was rather strong. Not long after drinking it, Gu Zhizhuo felt a little dizzy.
She took out a mint sachet, smelled it, and immediately felt refreshed.
When Shen Xu looked up at her again, the whole pot of wine was finished. She asked cheerfully, "This wine is good. Where did you buy it?"
Shen Xu lifted the wine pot, and sure enough, it was empty. He stared at her in disbelief, the glow of the glass lamp reflecting on the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye, making it appear even more alluring.
"Are you born in the year of the ghost?"
"What?" One minute it's a dog, the next it's a ghost. "I was born in the Year of the Tiger."
"drunkard."
Gu Zhizhu chuckled softly and handed the wine glass back to her: "Thanks."
After drinking some alcohol, I finally felt a bit better, and my chest didn't feel so tight.
"Shall I tell your fortune?" Gu Zhizhuo took out a compass from his sleeve. "Thank you for the wine."
"No need," Shen Xu said calmly, her voice soft and feminine. "I don't believe in fate."
He was still holding the wine jug in his hand, and was about to pour himself a cup when he remembered that all the wine was gone. Shen Xu's flawless face was full of annoyance, and he casually tossed the wine jug back.
Gu Zhizhuo wiped the compass with a handkerchief when he suddenly heard him say, "Do you have a grudge?"
She paused for a moment, realizing he was asking about Changfeng, and said frankly, "Yes. That Taoist priest is wicked."
After finishing a pot of wine, Gu Zhizhuo's mind had calmed down when she talked about Changfeng again. She glanced back and saw that the city wall was empty.
Shen Xu tapped his fingers on the carriage and urged, "Continue."
"say what?"
Speaking of enmity, or...
As far as she knew, Shen Xu was the most impatient person when it came to meddling in other people's business.
A thought struck her, and she asked, "Chief Eunuch, do you recognize him?"
"You look familiar." Shen Xu paused for a moment, then said hesitantly, "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."
"Has the Grand Eunuch ever been to the Western Frontier?"
Shen Xu shook his head.
After escaping from Yongzhou, he came to the capital. Later, he was forbidden to leave the capital without an imperial edict, and he never went anywhere else in his life.
However, the Taoist priest did look somewhat familiar to him, in a repulsive way.
Shen Xu emanated displeasure, and Sheng Jiang glanced at him unexpectedly, sending a chill down his spine. Sometimes, he truly felt a mixture of sorrow and admiration for Miss Gu; she could have so much to say to her master and hadn't been scared away.
Gu Zhizhuo clasped his hands together, leaned against the carriage window, and told him what he knew: "He is from the Shangxu Temple in the Western Frontier, and his Taoist name is Changfeng. I don't know much about him, but I know that he is extremely skilled in a kind of incantation called Zhuyin Incantation. The Emperor suffered from Zhuyin Incantation this time. By the way, he should have been invited to the capital by the Prince of Jin."
Shen Xu nodded. The Prince of Jin had mentioned earlier that he had invited a Taoist priest over.
"Go check."
Shen Xu made a casual remark, and Sheng Jiang bowed in agreement.
“Me too.” Gu Zhizhuo pointed to himself and smiled. “Lord Sheng, after you’ve finished your investigation, give me a copy as well.”
"He really doesn't stand on ceremony." Sheng Jiang glared at him. Besides her, no one else in the entire capital would dare to ask the Imperial Guards for things so casually. Seeing that Shen Xu didn't speak, Sheng Jiang muttered, "Yes."
"Master, are you sure you don't want to have your fortune told?" Gu Zhizhu shook the compass in his hand and smiled, "It's very accurate."
"You can go now."
"Meow."
Shenmao was quite familiar with the compass. As soon as Gu Zhizhuo took it out, it pressed its face against the car window to look at it, tapping its little paws on the compass. When it saw that the magnetic needle on it didn't move, it twitched its whiskers and made a slightly puzzled sound: "Meow?"
Somewhat dejected, he drooped his ears, the fine hairs at the tips trembling slightly.
"Then let's leave it at that," Shen Xu suddenly changed his mind.
Gu Zhizhuo asked with great interest, "What would you like to calculate?"
Shenmao: "Meow?" as if responding to her in a back-and-forth.
"casual."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Xu's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes shimmering like water, concealing an indescribable emotion.
Shen Xu: "Looking for someone."
"Birth date and time (eight characters)".
Shen Xu remained silent for a long time, seemingly regretting his actions. He rubbed the tips of the cat's ears and announced a birth date.
“She’s dead.” Shen Xu’s slightly curved lips pressed down, revealing an indescribable gloom. “I want to know where her body is.”
Gu Zhizhuo suppressed his laughter and began to carefully manipulate the compass.
The cat clung to the window, watching the compass needle spin with curiosity, occasionally reaching out its paw to try and grab it.
It happily turned around and meowed at Shen Xu.
Shen Xu rarely petted its head, and the cat meowed even more sweetly, making continuous whimpering sounds in its throat.
Suddenly, the compass needle stopped.
Gu Zhizhuo asked, "Chief Supervisor, is this person a woman?"
Shen Xu: "..."
No answer means no. Gu Zhizhuo then asked, "Your blood relatives?"
Shen Xu: "..."
Gu Zhizhuo was already used to his indifferent attitude. She stared at the compass, constantly calculating.
Shen Xu leaned back on the pillow listlessly, fiddling with the jade pendant on his wrist.
The wisps of white smoke rising from the corner of the carriage carried a delicate fragrance.
He doesn't believe in fate.
Those who crawl out of a sea of corpses and blood don't care about their fate. If fate is unfair, they'll just destroy it.
He completely ignored what Gu Zhizhuo might say.
Then, Gu Zhizhuo suddenly said, "She's not dead."
Shen Xu sat bolt upright, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He stared intently at her and demanded, "What did you say?!"
His soft, feminine voice carried a tremor that he himself barely noticed.
Gu Zhizhuo looked up from the compass and said with certainty, "She's alive."
"Sister...is she alive?"
Shen Xu murmured almost imperceptibly, then suddenly sprang up and grabbed her shoulder: "Where is she?"
Gu Zhizhu brushed it aside nonchalantly and said, "Wait a minute, it's not convenient to talk here."
Seeing her about to leave, Shen Xu yanked open the carriage curtain: "Grab her!"
ah?
Gu Zhizhuo had only walked around the back of the carriage once when she heard him trying to grab her, and even the Imperial Guards accompanying the carriage were already approaching her.
She raised her eyebrows for no apparent reason.
She has such a bad temper.
Gu Zhizhuo boarded the carriage himself, pointed outside to indicate that there were people coming and going and it was inconvenient to talk, and then sat down opposite him in a very generous manner.
Shen Xu: "..."
Gu Zhizhuo said very bluntly, "The divination shows that this person has a tragic fate, is burdened with a blood feud, has been in mortal danger several times, and..." She was somewhat reluctant to say it, "...and has also suffered humiliation."
Shen Xu lowered his eyelashes and clenched his sleeve tightly. The clothes, which were smooth and without a single mark, suddenly became wrinkled.
"she……"
Shen Xu's ten fingers trembled slightly.
In his memory, the last time he saw his sister was when she had drugged him and he was hiding in a crevice in the rocks.
He was paralyzed and unable to move, and witnessed his sister being dragged away by a group of men.
Shen Xu's breathing suddenly became rapid, his eyes were bloodshot, and his sinister gaze was filled with a chilling intent. He exuded a ferocious aura, the kind of person who would skin someone alive at the slightest provocation.
"Mmm?"
Even the cat sensed it, and obediently lay on his lap, licking its paws.
Shen Xu took out the white jade pendant hanging on his wrist and held it in his palm.
Once he could move again, Shen Xu headed in the direction they had dragged his sister away. He searched desperately, for a whole day and night, and in the end, he only found torn clothes and pools of blood.
The bloodstained footprints stretched all the way to the edge of the cliff.
The footprints on the cliff were even more chaotic. There was a broken stone at the edge of the cliff, with half a footprint remaining on it. The footprint was not large, and the mud and blood had left the plum blossom pattern on the sole of the shoe.
Back then, both his and his sister's shoes were handmade by their mother. His sister's shoes had plum blossom patterns on the soles, while his shoes had bamboo leaf patterns.
He would never mistake his mother's cooking skills.
And then...
His eyes flashed with bloodlust as he thought about what would happen next.
The cat pressed its little head against his face and meowed.
Surprisingly, he didn't push it away. The cat was overjoyed and, taking advantage of the situation, licked his face, leaving its scent.
"she……"
Shen Xu managed to speak, his throat dry and hoarse, "Is she alright?"
The compass needle at Tianchi remained motionless. Gu Zhizhuo calculated and uttered four words: "fallen into prostitution."
Shen Xu: "..."
Shen Xu propped his forehead up with his hand and let out a low laugh, his eyes glistening with moisture.
"Being alive is enough."
His sister is still alive.
It turns out that he was not just a person; he also had blood relatives who were still alive in this world.
Shen Xu: "Try to figure it out again, where is she?"
Gu Zhizhuo tapped the compass lightly: "Master, your birth date and time."
Knowing that this person was very suspicious, Gu Zhizhuo explained, "She is your blood relative..."
Shen Xu was too lazy to listen and simply gave him a birth chart.
Gu Zhizhuo took out his abacus and threw it on the coffee table, casting three hexagrams in a row.
Her brows furrowed tightly, and she stared at the divination chart for a long time without saying a word.
This expression made Shen Xu somewhat nervous, but unfortunately he couldn't understand it. To him, these counting rods were no different except for their positions.
"Eastward."
She pointed to the first divination and said.
"A dusty, windy place."
This is the second divination.
Shen Xu then pointed to the last divination: "What about this one?"
"Very bad luck."
Gu Zhizhuo's fingertips brushed over the counting rods.
"She will die soon."
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