Chapter 102 Kunlun Mountain◇
◎The benefits of the tongue◎
After leaving the thirty-three heavens, the two separated, one returned to Penglai to arrange matters, and the other went to the human tribe to deliver Jiang Ziya's first child.
Before they parted, Kong Shuang asked Tongtian to pass a message to Sibuxiang, who was temporarily hiding from Yuanshi in Penglai, and asked him to tell Sibuxiang that he was going to send his good friend Feixiong to reincarnate, and asked if he would come to see him off?
She originally wanted to wait for Sibu Xiang to come together, but Sibu Xiang was nowhere to be found, so she sent Fei Xiong to reincarnate.
Jiang Ziya's parents were over forty years old, but had no children. They prayed to the heavens for days, asking the gods to give them an heir.
Since ancient times, all people with some background have an extraordinary origin, and there must be some unusual signs when they are born. Kong Shuang decided to make Jiang Ziya appear different from ordinary people.
As the person destined to be deified by heaven, Jiang Ziya's mother was hit by a fireball while praying to God one day. The fireball was given to her by Kong Shuang as a gift. Later, she found that she was not hurt at all, but was pregnant.
The old couple were very happy, believing that this was a descendant bestowed by the gods after hearing their prayers. Therefore, even though Jiang Ziya stayed in his mother's womb for three and a half years, he was not as unlucky as someone who was later mistaken for a monster.
When he was born, he was no different from any ordinary human baby, which actually disappointed his parents.
When Kong Shuang saw Jiang Ziya being born, she thought she had completed her mission and the rest was Yuanshi's business, so she decided to go home. She showed up and looked back, and suddenly found that Yuanshi was on the cloud not far away from her. She didn't know if he was her future apprentice or was he looking at her?
He noticed his own gaze and gave himself a resentful look.
She originally wanted to tease him, saying "So the saint values Feixiong so much", but she was afraid that Yuanshi would slap her to death, so she gave up. Suddenly, she thought that since Yuanshi was here, there must be no one in Kunlun Mountain, so she might as well take this opportunity to move the peach tree in Biyou Palace.
She acted immediately, shrinking the distance to an inch. In just a few breaths, she appeared in Kunlun Mountain.
The Biyou Palace on Kunlun Mountain was the same as before, but with fewer people around. When she walked into the courtyard, she saw only the lonely peach tree, ignored by everyone. She waved her sleeve lightly and took the peach tree into her sleeve.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a man walking out of the hall. Kong Shuang stared at the man for several times before he recognized who he was - the Immortal of the South Pole!
Although this person's name is still called Nan Ji, the first name that Kong Shuang thought of in his mind was indeed Nan Ji Xian Weng.
The reason is simple: Antarctica is simply too turbulent now.
She still remembered the clean and handsome appearance of Nan Ji when she first saw him, which made her love him for a long time. But the Nan Ji of today... is indeed the image of the Nan Ji Immortal in later generations.
She was extremely surprised and asked carelessly, "Nanji, how did you become like this?"
Nan Ji was also very surprised. She was surprised by Kong Shuang's appearance and also surprised by Kong Shuang's familiar tone when speaking to her. She looked at her suspiciously and said nothing.
Kong Shuang was in shock and regret but didn't care. She looked at the face of this handsome boy who was totally different from the one in her memory. She couldn't bear to look at Nan Ji, whose hair was now sparse and gray, whose hairline was seriously receding, and whose face was full of wrinkles. She took out several bottles of pills from her sleeve and stuffed them into his hands in the blink of an eye.
"Hey—I'm not saying anything bad about you, but people your age should also take care of themselves. These are all the elixirs your uncle used to nourish my feathers. Now they're all yours. Remember to take good care of your hair!"
Uncle Master... Nan Ji was slightly stunned, holding the pill tightly in his hand, and accepted Kong Shuang's enthusiasm with a gloomy expression.
"Disciple thanks the Majesty." He bent down, but for a long time no one called him to stand up. He raised his eyes and saw that Kong Shuang's face was a little flustered and he didn't know why he was distracted. He opened his mouth and called softly, "Majesty?"
Kong Shuang then told him not to bow, and then changed his tone to a gentle one: "How did you get into this state? Did your teacher punish you?"
Perhaps her tone was too gentle, causing Nan Ji to subconsciously ignore the provocation and inexplicable familiarity in her words. His eyes dropped, and he said dejectedly, "It is the disciple who has disappointed the teacher."
To be honest, since that incident, the teacher has not blamed him, but has treated him even colder, which made him more painful than punishment.
Kong Shuang walked past him and glanced at the Biyou Palace behind him. He seemed to be thinking about something and chuckled softly, "If you want, you can go to Penglai with me. Your uncle and your fellow apprentice brothers and sisters are in the Biyou Palace there."
Biyou Palace... Nan Ji looked back at the Biyou Palace behind him, his pure land.
Ever since that incident, he gradually fell into self-doubt and couldn't figure out why he had said that in the first place.
He was possessed by an inner demon, and his cultivation level regressed instead of improving. He became self-deprecating and dared not see his teacher or uncle anymore. He watched as his teacher accepted more and more fellow disciples, who were all gifted and talented, and were chosen by heaven, while he himself gradually became a transparent person in Kunlun Mountain.
Only after his teacher and uncle-master separated did he dare to set foot in the Biyou Palace again. He vaguely recalled the past when his teacher taught him magic, his uncle-master taught him the Dharma, and his uncle-master took him to explore the various mountain ranges of Kunlun Mountain. On a whim, he took him to travel to the Nine Heavens...
If only... could go back to those days...
Pulling his thoughts out of those forgotten memories, Nan Ji slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, looking at the compassionate and kind female cultivator with a smile on her face. Her eyes were so enchanting and beautiful, as if tempting him to agree to her exciting proposal.
After a long moment, Nanji smiled bitterly, straightened his spine which had been gradually hunched over the years, and said firmly: "I am a disciple of the Chan Sect for one day, and I will be a disciple of the Chan Sect for the rest of my life. How could I have other thoughts? Please don't say such things!"
Kong Shuang smiled faintly, then turned cold again and raised his chin slightly: "If that's the case, what are you doing at the gate of Biyou Palace? Why don't you leave quickly!"
Nan Ji was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand her sudden change of expression. Then he straightened his back, strode away with his head held high, his steps becoming more and more brisk, as if he had suddenly become younger and flew into the clouds.
Watching his gradually disappearing figure, Kong Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, raised the corners of his mouth, curved his eyebrows, and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, why don't you come out and see me!"
She has become quite capable. She didn't even use the honorific title, but just called him fellow Taoist.
Soon, the air suddenly became oppressive, a cold snort was heard, and Yuanshi's figure gradually emerged.
"You did it on purpose!"
Kong Shuang breathed in fresh air with difficulty under the pressure. Knowing that he was talking about Antarctica, his face remained calm: "It's just what I feel. Don't worry about it, fellow Daoist."
Yuan Shi was as cold as ice, not moved at all. He sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so kind-hearted. It's really impressive."
He knew that Kong Shuang had discovered his existence a long time ago, so he deliberately said those words in front of Nan Ji to let him see Nan Ji's loyalty to him and to the Chan Sect, so that he could eliminate the grudge he had against Nan Ji over the years.
Kong Shuang sighed softly, "My fellow Daoist and I both know that what happened back then was just a slip of the tongue. No one is saintly, and he has been punishing himself all this time. After so many years, you still can't let it go?"
Yuanshi was shocked and looked at Kong Shuang in disbelief. How could she know so much about what happened back then, as if she was there herself?
Kong Shuang felt a little relieved to see that he had listened. She couldn't bear to see Nan Ji looking so haggard, so she took the risk of staying to get him to reveal his true feelings for Yuan Shi. As long as Yuan Shi could listen to her, it would be worth it for her to risk being slapped to death by him.
She continued, "Who can guarantee that they won't make mistakes all the time? Why are you being so harsh?"
"Why blame me so harshly?" Yuanshi repeated absentmindedly, then suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at her quietly. His lips seemed to move, but he still couldn't utter a word.
Kong Shuang opened her eyes wide in shock. It was the first time she received such a "affectionate" look from Yuanshi. In a flash, she suddenly understood what Yuanshi had been reluctant to say, and she was no longer afraid.
I just want to put my hands on my hips and roar to the sky:
Yuanshi, oh Yuanshi, there will be a day when you will ask me for help!
She suppressed her gloating and deliberately asked, "Is there anything else, fellow Daoist?"
Yuanshi opened his mouth, but he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart of being humble to Kong Shuang.
Before he finished speaking, another figure slowly emerged, with three strands of beautiful beard but a youthful appearance. It was Laozi.
Laozi smiled before he spoke, like an ordinary old friend, and started with a poem: "Why are you here, fellow Taoist?"
Kong Shuang took a half step back. Although she had a good relationship with Laozi over the years, this was the first time she had received such "enthusiasm" from the usually indifferent Laozi.
She returned the greeting: "Greetings, Saint!" After saying that, her gaze returned to Yuanshi.
Under her gaze, Yuanshi's face gradually turned red, turning into a big, sad tomato, but he could never open his mouth. Finally, he looked at Laozi with an aggrieved look as he ran to him for help.
Laozi secretly blamed him for being useless, and finally decided to do it himself. He took a step forward and gave Kong Shuang a kind smile, just like the legendary wolf grandmother who wanted to eat Little Red Riding Hood: "Daoyou and Tongtian have not lived in Kunlun for a long time. Isn't it time to go home?"
I have done too many things today that are inconsistent with my personality, but at this moment, Kong Shuang still gasped in shock. He couldn't believe that these words with neither arrogance nor servility and invincible emotional intelligence were actually spoken by me, a ten-thousand-year-old otaku.
Looking at Kong Shuang's shocked expression, Laozi sighed in his heart. He had paid too much for these two unfortunate brothers.
He took another deep breath, his face calm, and with the courage that only he knew, he transformed a bottle of elixir into something in his palm and handed it to Kong Shuang: "This has been refined by me for tens of thousands of years. It is also beneficial to saints. Daoist friend, you can eat it with Tongtian."
The elixir was bottled with the finest spiritual jade from the top of Kunlun Mountain. The refreshing aroma and overwhelming spiritual power could not be concealed. Kong Shuang mechanically took it, his heart still surging with anxiety. He wished he could go through it again to ask Father Pangu:
They are all brothers, so why are there so many differences between the three brothers? Did he inherit all his emotional intelligence from Laozi? If Tongtian or Yuanshi had half of Laozi's emotional intelligence, things wouldn't have turned out like this.
After accepting Laozi's bribe, Kong Shuang didn't say anything more, and said reservedly: "Alas, the saint has indeed made great efforts, but Kong Shuang can only do his best and dare not guarantee it."
Laozi stroked his beard with a smile, thinking that with Kong Shuang's words, he was already halfway to success.
Kong Shuang exchanged pleasantries with Laozi, then looked at Yuanshi, who had become invisible, and said, "It's been a while since I've been to Kunlun, and I've forgotten most of the way. I wonder if Saint Yuanshi could show me the way?"
Yuanshi's face froze and he looked at her in disbelief.
Laozi frowned slightly and thought of Kong Shuang's meaning. Kong Shuang had been looked down upon by Yuanshi too many times over the years. Now that Yuanshi wanted something, how could she easily let go of this opportunity to redeem herself? She had to squeeze Yuanshi hard and make him bow down and lead the way.
Thinking of this, Laozi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Fellow Daoist, you are so talented and intelligent, why do you just love to argue and argue?"
His tone was calm, without any hint of disgust, intimidation or consolation. Instead, he spoke like an equal friend discussing a random little thing in life.
Kong Shuang knew he meant well, so he didn't get angry. He raised his chin and said, "No way. All I want in life is victory in words. Everything else can be thrown away!"
Tongtian used to say that with her stubborn mouth, he was really worried that one day she would be put in a sack while walking on the street!
Kong Shuang found it funny and simply crossed his arms and waited for Yuanshi's answer.
Yuan Shi lowered his head, his face turning pale and blue for a while. After a long while, his complexion slowly returned to normal. He raised his head and said to her through gritted teeth, "Alright, I'll show you the way this time!"
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