Dongyu Town (4)
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Several people looked at Qingsang, then at Yun Ce, their expressions difficult to describe.
Yun Ce's usual calm demeanor could no longer be maintained. His face fell, as if he was a little angry. "Miss Qing, it's not appropriate for men and women to touch each other. It's better not to call me so intimately. Besides, you and I don't know each other. How did you know my name?"
Qingsang's eyes widened, and his gentle voice became a little louder: "You actually said you don't know me?!"
"Don't talk nonsense. When did I..." He suddenly paused and froze for a moment.
Qingsang's tears were about to fall. She lowered her head, rubbed the corner of her eye, and used her spiritual power to warm her left eye. "You used to call me Ah Sang." The girl's voice dropped again, as if she was extremely wronged, and there was a faint hint of tears in her voice.
The four brothers and sisters took a step away from Yun Ce, their movements in unison. Ling Qingqiu's expression grew colder, and You Jingjia rolled her eyes at him in annoyance. Lin Zhuo sat down beside the couch, trying to dissuade others from looking at him. Xie Zhitiao snorted coldly and stood in front of the couch.
...It's like he is a heartless man who deceived a young girl's feelings.
Yun Ce: ...
He looked at Wu Chengsong with a complicated expression: "...Senior Brother."
Wu Chengsong was silent for a few breaths, then looked towards the edge of the bed, his tone softening a bit: "Ace should be acquainted with Miss Qingsang." His words sounded strange, and even Qingsang raised her head with tears in her eyes.
Yun Ce leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. The spirited energy and exuberance he had shown when they first met this morning were completely gone. His hand rested on his eyes, making it difficult to discern his expression.
"I had an accident when I was young and lost a soul. Since then, my cultivation has increased slowly and I have also lost some of my memories." His words didn't sound emotional, but it was expected that he would not feel well.
Lin Zhuo and Xie Zhitiao were a hundred years younger than anyone present, and knew little about the unexpected event Yun Ce mentioned. Ling Qingqiu and You Jingjia were about the same age as Yun Ce and had clearly heard of it before.
The current world of cultivation is rich in spiritual energy, but most cultivators have limited talent, their will is greater than their ability. Yun Ce achieved his elixir at the age of twenty-five, and everyone in the Eastern Region praised him as a young prodigy. However, his progress gradually slowed, and with the rise of Ling Qingqiu and You Jingjia, people gradually stopped mentioning Yun Ce's youthful glory.
The room fell silent for a moment. You Jingjia's face was thick with guilt. She tugged at Ling Qingqiu's sleeve and glared at him secretly.
Ling Qingqiu's face remained calm as he shook off her hand. "Senior Brother Yun, I'm sorry."
You Jingjia also said, "We didn't mean it, please forgive us, senior brother." Lin Zhuo and Xie Zhitiao looked at each other, and followed their senior brothers and sisters to apologize.
Yun Ce put down his hand, picked up his smile again, and teased slightly: "Why are you so serious? I don't blame you." Qingsang looked up at him, as if thinking about something.
Wu Chengsong looked at the sky outside and said, "We've been tired all day. Let's take a rest first and make plans tomorrow." Yun Ce had already ordered four rooms to be cleaned up in the morning to be prepared for any eventuality. Now it seems to be just in time.
At nightfall, Lin Zhuo finally managed to contact Chu Xiao. She had tried to contact Chu Xiao during the day, when they were taking Qing Sang back to Heguangzong. Chu Xiao was probably busy refining the elixir or tending to her herb garden at the time, and hadn't looked at the jade slip.
"Zhao Zhao? I heard from the Sect Leader that you guys went out to kill demons? What happened? Who's injured?" It's no wonder Chu Xiao was nervous. As a medical practitioner, they definitely wouldn't look for her when they needed reinforcements. She could only think that someone was injured.
Lin Zhuo hurriedly explained: "No, uncle, we are not injured." She briefly recounted her experience today, and finally asked her: "Uncle, if the eyes are stabbed by a sword, what medicine can be used?" Chu Xiao and Jing Qi learned from the previous elder, Lin Zhuo's great uncle, so it was not an exaggeration for her to call them uncles.
The Heguangzong doctors were able to treat Qingsang's injuries, but they were somewhat helpless regarding her injured left eye. Qingsang had a strong natural healing ability, but her sword strike had carried murderous intent, leaving her with a deep wound that would take at least two months to heal.
Chu Xiao pondered for a moment. "I remember your master took an empty bottle of Qingdan from me and said he gave it to A-Tiao. That will be fine."
Lin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, thanked her, and hung up the jade slip. Although Qing Sang repeatedly emphasized that she didn't blame her, she still wanted to do something.
Lin Zhuo left the house and walked around to Xie Zhitiao's room. She was about to knock on the door, but just as she raised her hand, the door opened from the inside. She subconsciously looked up.
The young man looked as if he had just bathed, his body covered in damp steam. His black hair was spread out, a few strands dangling over his chest, soaking a few patches of his clothes. Midsummer had just passed, and clothes were thin to begin with. Xie Zhitiao was hot, so he wore even thinner clothes. The dampness made his white undershirt show through, revealing a hint of flesh color.
Lin Zhuo looked away awkwardly: "...Why don't you put on your clothes properly?"
Xie Zhitiao blinked innocently, "Senior Sister, that's totally unreasonable. I'm in my own room getting ready for bed, why would I need to dress like that?"
Lin Zhuo choked, looked down at the hem of her skirt, and said nothing. Seeing this, Xie Zhitiao felt it was not appropriate to tease her any further. He used his spiritual power to dry the moisture from his body, made way for her, and said, "Senior Sister, come in."
Lin Zhuo sat at the table, holding the hot tea he handed over, and subconsciously looked around the room. Xie Zhitiao walked to the couch, fumbled for a while, and threw a porcelain bottle over. Lin Zhuo raised his hand to catch it, and was confused for a moment: "What is this?
"Kongqing Dan." Xie Zhitiao raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you here to ask me for this?"
"How did you know I came here to ask for this?" The girl was a little surprised and her eyes widened slightly.
"Hmm." Xie Zhitiao sat down beside her, tilting his head to look at her. "Maybe it's because I know Senior Sister well enough."
He knew that once Qingsang was proven innocent, Lin Zhuo would feel guilty for her cruel actions and would find a way to make amends to Qingsang. He was the only one who possessed the Kongqing Pill. Once she asked Chu Xiao, she would come looking for him by tomorrow morning at the latest.
Lin Zhuo packed the pills and frowned slightly. "Junior Brother, tell me, was I too harsh?" She was a little confused, but also seemed to be blaming herself. The next moment, Xie Zhitiao moved his fingers, and warm spiritual energy caressed her brow. She heard the boy's clear and crisp voice.
"Sister, stop frowning like an old lady." Before Lin Zhuo could glare at him, he continued, "There are so many things in this world that are hard to tell right from wrong, but given the circumstances, everything you did was worth it, and that's enough."
The girl stared at him blankly for a while, then smiled faintly.
"Um."
Xie Zhitiao felt like pinching her face, but he stopped the thought and asked her, "Are you going to go find her now?"
Lin Zhuo nodded and said, "It's only the hour of Xu now. I thought I'd go check on her. If she's rested, I'll give it to her tomorrow."
"Come along, I'll go with you." Xie Zhitiao stood up and put on his coat. He had just taken a shower, so he tied his hair with a hairband and followed Lin Zhuo out the door.
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After Yun Ce came out of Qing Sang's room, the smile on his face faded a lot. Wu Chengsong stopped beside him and asked calmly, "What are you thinking about?"
Yun Ce's smile faded. He was silent for a moment, then turned to look at his senior brother and saw the worry in his eyes.
"Brother, I'm fine." Yun Ce paused and smiled again, "It's been so many years."
After saying this, without waiting for Wu Chengsong to speak again, he walked out.
"Let's go, we have things to do."
Wu Chengsong stared at him for a few seconds, then finally sighed and followed him.
After arranging for people to help the people return to normal life, Yun Ce returned to the sect. As the moon began to rise, he looked up at it, walking aimlessly. When he came to his senses, he was already standing on the porch in front of the Qingsang House.
He stood there silently for a few breaths, turned around and wanted to leave, but a voice came from behind him, nailing him to the spot.
"Ace."
Yun Ce lowered his eyes. It was obvious that Qingsang, a demon cultivator in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, had no way of noticing his arrival. He turned and walked towards the door.
Qingsang was still sitting on the couch, her eyes covered with white silk, and she "looked" over when she heard the sound.
"Miss Qing." Yun Ce's throat rolled, unsure how to face her. He actually had a vague sense of her presence. But his memory was blank, and "she" had just done that to Dong Yu. His emotions were complicated.
"Why don't you call me Asan?" Qingsang curled her lips, looking a little unhappy.
"...I don't remember you, so this is not polite. Besides," he paused, becoming more serious, "there are differences between men and women."
Qingsang frowned and muttered to him, "How come after three hundred years, you're still so pedantic?"
Yun Ce was silent. Should he tell her? Her voice was not quiet at all.
"Is there something you want to talk to me about?" Yun Ce was too lazy to argue with her, so he forced a smile and asked her out of habit.
"It was obviously you who came to find me." Qingsang raised her little face and said with confidence.
"...Okay, then I'll be leaving." Yun Ce nodded and turned to leave.
Qingsang called him again: "Ace." Yun Ce turned around patiently and waited for her next words.
"Do you want to get that soul back?"
Qingsang's voice was soft, but Yun Ce heard it clearly. He froze in disbelief. "What did you say?"
Qingsang smiled, with a hint of girlish anger: "If you agree to a few of my requests, I'll help you get that soul back, how about that?"
Yun Ce didn't even dare to breathe hard: "What request?"
"Can I live here after this is over?"
"No problem. If you succeed, you'll be an honored guest of Emperor Guangzong." Qingsang chuckled softly. Who wants to be an honored guest?
"When I recover from my injury, can you go out with me again?"
Yun Ce keenly noticed the "again" in her mouth and agreed immediately: "Okay."
"The last one." Qingsang looked up at him, "Can you hug me?"
Yun Ce didn't move. Qing Sang waited a few breaths, then smiled again. "Okay, I..." I was just kidding.
Before she could finish her words, Yun Ce sat down beside the couch and hugged her.
He hadn't expected to do something like this, but seeing her covered in white silk, clearly a little sad but forcing a smile, he felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart. If he wanted to do it, then he would do it. Yun Ce was never a timid person.
Qing Sang was also visibly stunned. The young man before her looked unreliable, with a perpetually careless smile on his face, but his arms were strong, holding her tightly in his embrace.
Qingsang slowly raised her hands and hugged him back.
"Ace." She said in a muffled voice, "Don't forget me again. You are the only one I have."
Yun Ce was silent for a few breaths, then tightened his embrace. "Okay."
The strange, intense beating in his chest told him that Qingsang had been very important to him. He would never forget her again.
As the two of them embraced in silence, there was a knock on the door, and Lin Zhuo's voice came from outside: "Miss Qing, are you asleep?"
Yun Ce suddenly loosened his arms and rubbed his nose in an attempt to hide his mistake: "I'll go open the door." Qingsang couldn't see that his earlobes were already stained red.
Lin Zhuo waited outside the door for a few seconds, but saw no response from the person inside. He was a little puzzled: "Is she asleep?"
Xie Zhitiao shook his head. He didn't know either. There was a girl living in the room, so he couldn't send out his spiritual sense to explore.
Just as he was about to leave, the door opened from the inside. "Senior Brother Qing... Yun?" Lin Zhuo's eyes widened. "You..."
Yun Ce coughed lightly and turned sideways to shield his slightly red ears: "I came to ask her something."
Lin Zhuo didn't suspect anything and walked into the house. However, Xie Zhitiao passed by Yun Ce, patted his shoulder, glanced at his ear, and said "tsk" twice.
Yun Ce:...He understood why You Jingjia always fought with Xie Zhitiao.
Lin Zhuo brought the Kong Qing Dan, and Qing Sang couldn't refuse, so he had to take it. The pill was of excellent quality, and if it was made by the Third Elder of Xuan Xiao Sect, it must be a top-notch product.
Qingsang smiled and said, "I heard your brothers and sisters all call you Zhaozhao. Can I call you that too?" She liked Lin Zhuo very much. There was always a kind of magic about Lin Zhuo. Just when she stood there, people felt calm.
Lin Zhuo also smiled: "Okay, Asan." Qingsang was more than two hundred years older than her. Perhaps because he had seen fewer people and often fell asleep, he always gave people the feeling of a child who had not grown up.
Yun Ce and Xie Zhitiao came over, and Qing Sang looked over: "Come back to Jiao Palace with me tomorrow. I have something to give you."
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