Chapter 130 First Release "Wife, let's go home."...
"Master, she's going to die! She's going to die!"
"Zhibai just gave birth and is already extremely weak. If she suddenly loses the protection of her cultivation, she won't be able to bear it!"
Wen Yu's heart was shaken. She couldn't tell which of the two was more impactful: the huge consequences of this incident or Zhibai's reckless decision.
She said a lot of words in one breath, but she didn't know whether she wanted to stop her master or Zhibai.
Is there really no other way?
Or, is Zhibai really willing to...give up his cultivation?
Someone who wants to get close to you before you transform, someone who you would rather die to save...
What kind of person is this?
For Zhibai, this person is Chen Mian.
What about her? Wen Yu asked herself in her heart.
Will she abandon her cultivation and ascension for someone one day?
She didn't dare to think about it, nor did she want to think about it.
Born as a spirit, being obsessed with love is a taboo. Rather than floating in the mortal world and wasting her life, she chose to ascend to the right path and escape the cycle of reincarnation.
"Master..." Wen Yu muttered to himself at the end of his words.
She wanted to stop Zhibai from doing something stupid, but at this point, was there any other way?
Before Wen Yu could finish her words, she met her master's raised eyebrows. He turned his eyes slightly and stopped Wen Yu from speaking with his eyes.
Ju Mang put two fingers on his lips and made a gesture of silence.
"The universe is infinite, but its energy is finite. All things in the world follow the natural law of reciprocating balance."
It's not that he's pretending to be profound, it's just that the laws of nature are fixed and fate is unpredictable.
In the Eastern Heaven, a thousand-year-old sacred tree, called Immortality, governs the fate of all beings. Whether demon or human, the fate of each individual is already written on the Immortality Tree's lifespan branches, and this cannot be easily altered.
If you want to take another option on the established path, how can you do it without paying some price?
"If you want Chen Mian to live, you must die. It's fair to exchange something for something."
Ju Mang spoke slowly. Even if the little flower demon in the hall spoke with such forceful words, he still had to explain the pros and cons to her. Otherwise, wouldn't he be bullying others and being arrogant for no reason?
"But if you lose a thousand years of cultivation, will your appearance age and youth fade? Or will your hearing and vision be blocked, and you return to your original form?"
The consequences are not unique, everything depends on the foundation of the little flower demon.
"Are you really able to bear it and determined to do so?"
What caught my eye was the tearful eyes of the woman in the hall. Although they were three parts weak, they could not hide seven parts of determination.
"Yes, Zhibai is willing to take on the responsibility. I only ask the Goddess of Spring to grant my wish."
She originally came up with the idea of practicing and transforming for Chen Mian, and now she is transforming all her skills into a form for him, just as a way of repaying his kindness.
There is nothing that cannot be let go, and there is no such thing as reluctance to give up.
Ju Mang was silent for a moment, and finally accepted Zhibai's statement. He shrugged his shoulders and stopped asking questions.
It was Wen Yu, who had not spoken for a long time, who expressed his doubts and made his final struggle.
"Master, Zhibai hasn't recovered her magic power since giving birth. How can she have the power to exchange with you?"
She used this as an excuse for Zhibai, hoping that perhaps the master would show leniency and stop worrying about whether Zhibai really sacrificed his thousand years of cultivation.
Unexpectedly, Ju Mang just glanced at Zhibai's eyebrows and saw through the reason.
The spiritual power collapsed and could not be condensed.
"You used a quick and easy method to transform into a human form before, is that right?"
Almost the moment he finished speaking, Zhibai's eyes widened, his face full of surprise -
How could he know...
But then I remembered my identity and felt relieved.
The God of Spring controls all trees, so how could her little trick escape his eyes?
"Yes. At that time, in order to transform faster and meet Chen Mian, I did use some extraordinary means."
To the point that...she almost went crazy.
——This was the root of the disaster that was planted that day.
Ju Mang had already known it all, and he asked her to admit it in person just to let Wen Yu, who was standing beside him, know the truth as well.
"You won't lose anything by exchanging your cultivation with me."
Wen Yu paid no attention to what his master said, and seemed to be unable to hear anything in his trance.
She just stared at Zhibai blankly. It turned out that there was a reason why Zhibai was still weak after giving birth.
——Suffering the backlash of the forced training.
It was not the physical weakness she had expected, nor was it the ordinary temporary loss of magical power due to pregnancy.
Zhibai's current situation was destined the moment she met Chen Mian and decided to transform for him.
Risk your life for one person.
Wen Yu felt like she was falling into an abyss. The sea water rushing in from all directions almost swallowed her up, taking away her breath bit by bit.
The shock that Zhibai brought to her was so great that she couldn't recover for a moment.
The mysteries contained therein are even more difficult to understand than the scriptures in the Temple of Spring.
It wasn't until wisps of green light gradually emerged that Wen Yu came back to his senses.
The master is gathering Chen Mian's soul and spirit.
Although she couldn't see it with her own eyes, the green light that was originally scattered throughout the room gradually converged towards Chen Mian on the couch. It seemed to be Chen Mian's fragmented soul.
When the souls return to one place, Chen Mian will surely survive.
Zhibai’s request was finally fulfilled.
Wen Yu couldn't tell whether she felt more relieved or more worried.
She looked at Zhibai who was still kneeling on the ground. There was a gleam in her eyes, full of longing for Chen Mian's survival. She had no fear or resentment about losing the thousand years of cultivation she was about to achieve.
Wen Yu sighed, it was too late to say anything now.
Forget it, since Zhibai is willing, what can she do?
Wen Yu's hands dropped weakly. She had previously planned to ask her master for help at the Huichun Temple, and the current situation should suit her needs.
His sight swept over the three of his master——
The master acted against his principles, but inexplicably took away Zhibai's thousand-year cultivation.
Zhibai is willing to be reborn in exchange for Chen Mian, but faces the risk of returning to his original form.
Chen Mian is about to survive, but the next moment he will lose his love forever.
She didn't feel the slightest bit relieved.
Wen Yu was surrounded by deep sorrow. She, who used to be fearless, felt a real sense of powerlessness for the first time.
Joy mixed with sadness, and rebirth that contains sacrifice.
It was unknown how long it had been, but when Wen Yu regained consciousness, Chen Mian on the couch showed signs of waking up.
His fingertips moved slightly, as if he was aware of the situation in the inner room, and soon he opened his eyes.
"My wife..."
This was the first sentence he said after opening his eyes.
Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat. Chen Mian cherished Zhi Bai so much that he wanted to find her as soon as he woke up. How could he face Zhi Bai's disappearance...
Zhibai raised his head when he heard the voice, and for a moment he knelt on the ground due to exhaustion.
After days of hard work, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
No tears, no sadness.
On Zhibai's face, there was only the joy of reunion and the satisfaction of having his wish fulfilled.
“Hey——”
Zhibai's tightly furrowed brows relaxed for the first time, and he struggled to get up and walked to the bed.
——She was a little exhausted.
"Mianlang? Mianlang? I'm here." Zhibai answered softly.
She straightened Chen Mian's clothes, tucked his sweat-soaked hair to the sides, and then gently pressed her cheek against Chen Mian's chest.
Chen Mian's external injuries were still there. He used all his strength to hold Zhibai in his arms and gently stroked his back.
He seemed to have a dream, in which he was wandering alone in the boundless wilderness.
Wandering aimlessly, without asking where to go.
Just when he was desperately trying to find a way home, he seemed to see his wife standing under the eaves, with a new gardenia in her hair, waving at him:
"Chen Mian, if you don't come home, I won't wait for you——"
"My wife?" He was surprised and delighted in his dream. "I'll be right there!"
It turned out to be a dream.
Is it a dream?
Chen Mian was lost in thought for a moment, looking at the thin Zhibai in his arms and her flat belly, and called out doubtfully, "Madam?"
He had a lot to say, but when he said it, it became just an ordinary call. What he wanted most was to live an ordinary life like the past.
"Our child... our child..."
"Hmm? I'm here."
Zhibai closed his eyes and felt the strong heartbeat making a deep sound in Chen Mian's chest.
"The child is also very good, she is the daughter you have been waiting for for a long time."
Just be alive and safe.
She is a person who keeps her promises. Now that Mianlang is safe and sound, she will naturally not go back on her promise.
But before that, she still had something to say to Mianlang.
Zhibai raised the corners of his lips slightly, wondering if it would scare Mianlang.
"Actually, I..."
Chen Mian's heart suddenly became nervous when he heard Zhi Bai speak. He looked around vigilantly.
In addition to Madam Wen, there was also a man whom she did not know standing beside her.
He wrapped his arms around Zhibai, and with strength coming from nowhere, he struggled to stand up, using his entire back to block Zhibai.
"I know. I know everything."
He could no longer accept any unexpected events, nor did he want to be separated from his wife.
Zhibai was confused by his sudden action, but she still chuckled and comforted Chen Mian.
"What do you know..." She thought Chen Mian was just trying to comfort her, so he continued speaking along with her.
Zhibai felt very strange. She had originally thought that at this time, she should be holding back her tears and looking painful.
But no.
What flashed through her mind was her first meeting with Chen Mian, the young man carrying a small backpack; their formal meeting, his flushed cheeks and incoherent speech; and later, when they decided to stay together, they planted gardenias together in the yard.
But there was no sign that they would say goodbye.
Now I can finally have a complete solution.
But Chen Mian had a serious expression on his face, with no intention of joking at all. He looked at Zhi Bai with his bright eyes and spoke in a very serious manner.
"I know everything."
Zhibai's smile froze after these words, and the corners of his slightly curved lips froze.
Chen Mian didn't continue speaking, but Zhibai suddenly understood what he meant.
At this moment, it seemed that there were only the two of them in the world. They looked at each other without saying anything.
Maybe he really knows everything.
Maybe she thought she hid it well, but she never thought that all the so-called perfect disguises are actually because there is an audience who tolerates you.
If you choose not to tell, he can also choose not to ask.
It’s also good to stay together like this.
Zhibai came back to her senses, tears welling up under her trembling eyelashes. The grievances and fatigue of the past few days, as well as the emotions she had suppressed, seemed to collapse the moment she saw Chen Mian.
The tears that had not been shed when there was so much pain and hesitation and no one to save her suddenly fell when Chen Mian said, "I know everything."
"Madam, let's go home."
Chen Mian hugged Zhibai and was about to get up from the couch. He became sensitive and defensive. He couldn't wait to return to their courtyard with his wife.
It wasn't that he couldn't gain Lord Song's trust, or that he had any suspicions about Madam Wen.
He's just tired.
For the sake of fairness and justice, he is not afraid of any fight or frame-up. Even if he is caught in a whirlpool, he will shout out his innocence.
However, he couldn't let his wife get involved in an uneasy situation and fall into anxiety.
Now that he has a child, he...
He still has justice in his heart, but he cannot live without his family.
Chen struggled to get off the bed and was about to leave with Zhibai.
He had only taken half a step forward when he realized that the woman behind him had stopped moving and was not moving forward.
"My wife?"
A gentle smile bloomed on Zhibai's face, and the curved eyebrows looked like the curve of a gardenia bud.
She couldn't go home with Mianlang.
Even if she could leave the Jiangyang government office, could she really go home?
Not to mention the magical powers of the Goddess of Spring, even she herself does not want to be someone who breaks her promise.
"I'm not going back, Mianlang."
She has no resentment or hatred. She got what she wanted and she has to pay what she deserves.
"My wife?"
Chen Mian paused, then realized his own differences.
Previously in the dungeon, he couldn't even stand up, let alone walk.
But now, not only was he able to move freely, Chen Mian unconsciously stretched out his palms, and even his fingertips were full of strength.
A terrible idea came into his mind -
This made him notice for the first time that there was an extra man in the inner room besides Madam Wen.
Chen Mian turned around suddenly and met Ju Mang who was standing quietly beside him.
I have never seen this person before.
He just has a kind face and a noble temperament, and I always feel a vague sense of familiarity.
Could it be that he is my wife’s old friend?
Ju Mang saw that the look he gave him was unreserved and full of scrutiny.
Like a wild beast, he is always ready to attack to protect the female behind him.
This is what mortals are like. Even if they have the most fragile body and lifespan in the world, they can also have the strongest will and bloodiness.
Ju Mang couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and nodded to Chen Mian.
Perhaps the way of heaven is the fairest. It gives gods a lifespan of ten thousand years and gives mortals a three-dimensional personality.
"What is it?" Chen Mian asked.
This question made Ju Mang, who was daydreaming, stunned for a moment and he did not respond immediately.
Seeing this situation, Wen Yu was also a little worried.
She had just escaped from the relaxation of Chen Mian's awakening, and had not yet had time to fall into the pain of the separation of the two birds, but she did not expect to see Chen Mian asking her master questions first.
It was not easy for the master to take action. Chen Mian didn't know the reason, so he couldn't speak to the master as if asking questions.
Wen Yu stepped forward, and in just a few steps, he stood between Ju Mang and Chen Mian, interrupting them and saying:
"Chen Mian, this is..." She was about to explain.
But before she could finish her words, her master raised his hand to stop her.
Ju Mang didn't care much and hummed indifferently, "What?"
Chen Mian's eyes were red, and there was a hint of gnashing of teeth in his words, "You save me in exchange for my wife."
"Yes, what."
Chen Mian asked word by word.
He knew that he might have a ferocious look on his face or say something inappropriate, but he could no longer tell whether this embarrassment was directed at the man in front of him whom he had never met, or at his fragile and incompetent self.
Everything my wife did was to save him.
Only then did Ju Mang understand what Chen Mian meant, and he was stunned for a moment.
He always thought that gods and immortals, who had transcended the cycle of reincarnation and sat high above the mortal world, could see through people's hearts and be free from troubles.
But the emotion in Chen Mian's eyes just now shocked him.
Is this... earthly love?
Ju Mang pursed his lips and said nothing. Wen Yu, who was standing beside him, carefully observed Chen Mian's movements, fearing that he would be frightened or that he would do something irreparable.
Zhi Bai, who was behind, hurried forward to stop Chen Mian. She also stood in front of Chen Mian like Wen Yu, looking at Wen Yu with apology, but talking to the person behind Wen Yu.
"Mianlang would never act like this normally, please forgive me."
She was already very surprised that the Goddess of Spring could take action, and she must not offend the immortal.
Even though she was just an ordinary little demon, she also knew that immortals did not descend to the mortal world.
There were many people who came to the Wutong Ancestral Temple to pray for marriage, and even more who prayed for wealth, but these were just trivial matters. What she was praying for was a matter of life and death, to change someone's lifespan and extend their life.
The fact that the Goddess of Spring was able to fulfill her wish must have been an extraordinary thing for a god, and would have ruined his own karma.
But the Goddess of Spring still helped her. Just based on this, not to mention her cultivation, she could even give her life.
But even though she thought so in her heart, she didn't know how to explain it to Mianlang.
Zhibai hesitated. This was probably the most difficult conversation she had ever had with Mianlang since they met. They had never lied to each other before.
Of course, she concealed the fact that she was a flower demon.
Just when she was about to bleed from biting her lips, Chen Mian's hand suddenly touched her face.
Chen Mian smoothed the loose hair on her forehead, smoothed the teeth marks on her lips, and then looked at her expectantly.
Zhibai knew that he was waiting for his answer.
"It's a thousand years of cultivation." This time, she no longer hesitated.
After saying this, Zhibai felt a sense of relief.
The truth that she had hidden for many years and dared not face was finally revealed by chance.
Once, when she and Mianlang agreed to stay together for life and never lie to each other, she thought about confessing.
But at that time she was afraid of puzzled looks, afraid of panicked retreat, and even more afraid of being ostracized by those who were not of her kind, so she finally chose to keep silent.
Now, everything is out.
She had nothing to worry about.
"I--"
"My dear." Chen Mian pulled Zhibai into his arms, his chin buried in the crook of Zhibai's shoulder. "What will happen?"
The worry and distress in his words were self-evident, but... there was no trace of fear or terror.
Nothing that was imagined happened.
"What will happen if you lose your cultivation?"
Zhibai was stunned for a moment, but suddenly laughed after a moment.
She should have thought of it earlier, should have expected Mianlang to react like this.
The two of them got to know each other, got to know each other, and stayed together, not because of their beautiful appearance or sweet words, but because of the days and nights they spent together, the poems they talked about, the cat slaves they saved, the flowers they saw blooming, and the sunsets they waited for.
Zhibai's smile was mixed with tears. How could she doubt Mianlang and worry about his reaction?
She only regretted that she had not confessed it early enough, and had to face separation as soon as he knew about it.
"Yes... yes..." She didn't know, so she couldn't explain it specifically.
Wen Yu bit her lip and answered hesitantly, "Perhaps her face will wither, or even return to her original form..."
After hearing this, Chen Mian nodded. He paced back and forth, but not for too long. Then he turned around and knelt down in front of Ju Mang.
"Senior! I just offended you, please forgive me."
Chen Mian was unsure of the temperament of the person in front of him, so he spoke carefully.
"Thank you very much for saving me, Senior. But if you want to exchange my wife's life for my cultivation, I beg you to take my life back."
He would rather die than harm his wife.
"Chen Mian!"
Before Ju Mang could speak, Wen Yu in front of him suddenly shouted.
"What are you talking about!"
"Now that you know this, you should also know the difficulty involved. Do you think that in the Yin-Yang Dao, you can die if you want to, and live if you want to?"
"Don't let Zhibai down!"
Wen Yu cursed, but as she spoke, her nose couldn't help but feel sore, and even her eyes were filled with tears. She turned her head away, no longer looking at Chen Mian and Zhi Bai.
Chen Mian lowered his head and remained silent, saying no more.
How could he not know what his wife has done for him?
Zhi Bai, standing by, patted the back of Chen Mian's hand gently. Then, facing Wen Yu and Ju Mang, he said solemnly, "Thank you, Lord Spring, for today. Thank you, Wen Yu."
Tears welled up in Wen Yu's eyes. She didn't look at Zhi Bai, but she could imagine what was going to happen next.
Zhibai turned her wrist and focused her strength on each of her shoulder blades. Immediately, a bright white halo emerged from between her eyebrows.
This is her demon pill, and also the result of her cultivation over thousands of years.
Wen Yu was attracted by the light, which was as bright as pearls and jade, and extremely colorful.
It turns out that this is the demon pill of the thousand-year-old demon.
Wen Yu paused, feeling reluctant—
Master, do you want the demon pill of the thousand-year-old demon?
The demon pill seemed to have eyes and slowly moved towards Ju Mang until it fell into his palm.
Ju Mang didn't look at it carefully, but put it into his sleeve with a turn of his wrist.
Covered by the sleeves, the light quickly disappeared.
As her robe fluttered, Wen Yu was brushed by the gentle breeze and waves. She blinked her eyelashes and came back to her senses.
White branches!
Wen Yu quickly turned around to look, and saw that Zhibai had already fallen down and was nestled in Chen Mian's arms.
There was a constant flow of heat coming from behind him, it was Chen Mian's chest, it was a breath of life.
Zhibai's eyelashes drooped as he watched his demon pill disappear before his eyes.
Very good and worth it.
Zhibai closed her eyes. She felt her strength draining away bit by bit, as if it was draining her.
It turns out that this is how it feels when a demon loses its demon pill.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to give to the one you love.
"Our child doesn't have a name yet."
Zhibai's voice sounded, although weak, it was full of affection, that was the joy of life.
"We agreed that you would come and get it..."
"Zhizhi, Chen Zhizhi, please."
Chen Mian's Chen.
Knowing of knowledge.
White branches.
Chen Mian had already burst into tears and was sobbing uncontrollably, but he still held back his tears and spoke to Zhibai in a gentle voice.
"Very good, Zhizhi is very good. Just call her Chen, Zhizhi..."
After she finished speaking, Zhibai's fingertips drooped weakly, her face began to blur, and in the blink of an eye, her black hair was gone and her head was full of silver hair.
But in just a moment, the entire process of the face withering was fully presented.
In the end, the young woman that Chen Mian held tightly in his arms turned into an old woman with chicken skin and white hair in the blink of an eye.
For the first time, Wen Yu saw with his own eyes the consequences of a demon losing his demon pill.
Chen Mian hugged Zhibai closer, as if he wanted to merge her into his own bones and blood.
Amidst the interweaving of black hair and white hair, and the contrast between young and old, we can see that nothing in the world is permanent, and only true love remains unchanged.
Then a white mist gradually rose, and Zhibai's figure began to blur. Chen Mian's arms, which were originally around her, lost their strength, as if he was hugging a piece of gardenia fragrance.
In a moment, Zhibai's body disappeared, and only an unopened gardenia remained in front of Chen Mian.
The branches are green and the flowers are white, about to bloom.
There was a strong fragrance that almost wet the clothes.
Chen Mian stretched out his hand, and the gardenia fell into his palm.
A small area is more valuable than mountains and rivers.
Wen Yu sighed, almost losing the breath that had been supporting her all this time. Her shoulders relaxed and she immediately wanted to fall to the ground.
Zhibai's true form was revealed.
She thought sincerity was the most changeable, but she never expected...
However, the expected fall did not happen. Instead, Wen Yu fell into a dry and warm chest, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and trees.
It was the master, the master caught her.
Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but did not dare to look at his master.
Ju Mang curled his lips and glared at Wen Yu.
He patted Wen Yu's shoulder gently, helped her stand up, and did not blame her.
Ju Mang took a step forward and stood in front of Chen Mian and "Zhi Bai". After a moment of silence, he concealed the expression in his eyes, and then turned his palm over, and a jade bottle appeared.
The jade bottle was pure white and as delicate as fat. A half-stalk of willow was inserted diagonally at the mouth of the bottle, and its branches and leaves were shining with a green light.
Wen Yu tilted her head to look, this isn't...
Ju Mang sighed, reached out to pick the willow branch, and with a slight movement of his other fingertips, the jade bottle slowly fell beside Chen Mian.
"Master, this is—"
"It's the Three Lights Divine Water."
Chen Mian was very sad. He remained unmoved by the conversation between Wen Yu and the other person. Even when the jade bottle was right in front of him, he didn't even look at it.
Wen Yu's eyes lit up. Three Lights Divine Water?
Wen Yu quickly stepped forward, squatted down, picked up the jade bottle, and stuffed it into Chen Mian's arms, "Keep it!"
Chen Mian did not say anything, but just quietly put away the jade bottle, his attention still on the gardenia in his arms.
"If you want to meet your wife again someday—"
Before Ju Mang finished speaking, Chen Mian hurriedly raised his head and finally responded.
"So he transplanted her back into the courtyard and watered her with this water every day."
"Senior, what you mean is..." Chen Mian murmured. He had a bold guess.
Just now when he heard his wife calling this man the God of Spring, he finally remembered that inexplicable sense of familiarity. This man's face and features were exactly those of the Goddess of Spring in the Wutong Ancestral Temple of Houchun Mountain.
Chen Mian looked at Ju Mang in front of him again, and his gaze changed from scrutiny to piety.
“There is always a time to return to the mountains and seas, and there will always be a reunion after wind and rain.”
Ju Mang lowered his head and looked at Chen Mian in the hall. "Sincere heart can make the wish come true. There will always be a day. You and her, let's wait for the day to come."
He said too many words today, and Ju Mang's brows were slightly frowned. He almost didn't recognize himself.
"Master! Is everything you said true?" Wen Yu was overjoyed, even more excited than Chen Mian.
She only thought that the Three Lights Divine Water was of some great use, but she never expected that it would help Zhibai to reappear in the world one day.
"Of course." Ju Mang did not want to argue for himself, but just answered.
Wen Yu seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. She squatted down and tapped the gardenia. Looking at Chen Mian, whose chest was heaving, she said:
"Did you hear all that? If anything goes wrong in the future, just go to the Wutong Ancestral Temple on Houchun Mountain and look for the Goddess of Spring."
The master finally agreed, and she had to get more protection for Zhibai and Chen Mian.
"Thank you, Madam Wen! Thank you, Senior!" Chen Mian stood up and said, "I'll go right away. Right away."
His mind was full of the words "transplant, water, and leave it for another day". He could not afford to delay for a moment.
Chen Mian rushed up like a gust of wind, passed through the screen and went straight to the door.
Wen Yu was startled by his audacity in getting him up, and after a moment's hesitation, she rose to pursue him. With a flick of her finger, she first unlocked the door's restraints, then called out, "Chen Mian! Chen Mian!"
He just saved his life, so he has to be careful.
If you don't take care of yourself, how can you take care of Zhibai?
But when Wen Yu chased out of the door, Chen Mian was no longer in the courtyard.
The sun was bright, the flowers and plants were fragrant, and the whole courtyard was immersed in a golden hue. Occasionally, a breeze blew, carrying with it the scent of gardenia.
Wen Yu was so stunned that she had to hang one hand on the door frame. Just as she was hesitating whether to continue chasing, Ju Mang appeared behind her.
"He's okay, right?" Wen Yu murmured. Chen Mian must be more familiar with Jiangyang Prefecture than she was. Wen Yu was worried about his health.
"No." Ju Mang answered affirmatively.
When he had just gathered Chen Mian's soul, he had already secretly cured all of Chen Mian's illnesses. Including his external injuries, which only appeared on the surface, his internal flesh was intact and he would be fine.
Since the master has spoken, she naturally believes him. If he says Chen Mian will be fine, then Chen Mian will be fine.
After all, when she asked Chen Mian to go to Houchun Mountain to find the Goddess of Spring, her master did not say a word of rebuttal.
Wen Yu turned around upon hearing this, twisted her neck to look at Ju Mang, with a cute and flattering smile on her face.
"What?" He was always concise.
The master seemed to be in a good mood. Since he had even left the Three Lights Divine Water for Chen Mian, why not strike while the iron was hot and leave Zhibai's cultivation behind...
Isn't this the best of both worlds? Zhibai can also meet Chen Mian again as soon as possible.
"Master, Master..." Wen Yu spoke awkwardly.
After all, it was not for herself, so she was not as shameless as when she asked for the elixir in the Temple of Spring before. Otherwise, she would be suspected of being too generous to others.
"Speak." Although Ju Mang's words were concise, his meaning was gentle.
With Master's affirmation, Wen Yu was no longer polite. She bravely asked directly, "Master, what do you want Zhibai's cultivation for?"
"Cultivation?" Ju Mang frowned, as if confused, but he soon understood.
Under Wen Yu's curious gaze, which was sparkling with stars, Ju Mang raised his sleeves, and the white demon pill in his hand was flashing with strange light, but it was not as moist as when it was in the inner room just now. Upon closer inspection, there were even a few traces of blood color.
"My essence is impure and contains many impurities. What do you think I need this cultivation for?"
Wen Yu was stunned. She had not expected this to happen. She had just seen that the demon pill was clearly in good condition. She had thought...
"Your master is the God of Spring, not the Evil God. I'm not capable of absorbing the cultivation of others."
As Ju Mang raised his hand, accompanied by a crisp snap of his fingers, the chaotic demon pill shattered and turned into a gust of wind and mist, disappearing.
Some of Wen Yu's doubts were also cleared up——
She misunderstood the master!
Wen Yuxing's eyes were wide open, her gaze was bright, and the joy that could not be concealed hung on her lips, revealing two pearly teeth, which made her look even more charming and innocent.
“Master, Master, Master, Master!”
"What are you doing?" Ju Mang snorted lightly, his tone indifferent.
"You are so nice, Master." Wen Yu couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
She should have thought of it earlier. When her master said he wanted to dig her up and make her into a firewood stick, he ended up helping her transform, teaching her martial arts, and even moving her real body back to the East Heaven.
How could such a hard-mouthed but soft-hearted master really argue with Zhibai and force her to exchange her cultivation for it?
He was just looking for an excuse. It seemed like an equal deal, but in fact he just didn't want to burden Zhibai.
Wen Yu folded her hands in front of her, playing with the corners of her clothes, and gently kicked the edge of the door sill with her toes leaning against it.
A blush filled her cheeks, and Wen Yu regretted her previous guess.
How could she miss her master that much?
The master is like a pine tree in the mountains and a moon in the sky, a person who remains upright and radiant. He is the God of Spring in charge of flowers and trees in the East Heaven Court, the goddess who grants every wish in the Wutong Ancestral Temple, and her master.
The more Wen Yu thought about it, the prouder he became, and he felt quite proud of it.
She sighed deeply, folded her arms across her chest, and began to talk to herself.
"Although it may seem like Master took away Zhibai's thousand-year-old cultivation and was taking advantage of the situation, I know that Master is not that kind of person."
Ju Mang glanced at Wen Yu's wrinkled sleeves, without saying a word, and just looked into the distance.
Although this courtyard is small, the scenery is well-arranged, and the blue sun shines down, making it look more ancient and elegant.
I guess the owner is also a person with considerable background.
"Master, why don't you answer!" Wen Yu scolded and couldn't help but pull Ju Mang's sleeve.
Unexpectedly, the master seemed to be distracted, but dodged the moment she made a move. Wen Yu missed and looked at Ju Mang with a frown.
Ju Mang stretched out two fingers and flicked his sleeve lightly. Fortunately, there was not a single wrinkle. He replied lazily, "Oh? What kind of person is Master?"
Wen Yu wanted to get angry, but when he heard the master's response, he smiled happily again, "The Tao has its limits, the master has no limits."
She had heard so many things about reincarnation and the balance of destiny in the past that she actually believed her master was a person who strictly abided by the rules and would never overstep them.
Unexpectedly...
Wen Yu tilted his head back and glanced quickly at Ju Mangjun.
I didn’t expect that Master also has a selfless side in front of others and a warm and considerate side behind others’ backs.
She seemed to have caught a glimpse of the moment of spring in the snow, the moment of lighting a fire in the cold night, and an indescribable joy arose in her heart.
"Not only did you save Chen Mian's life, you also helped Zhibai rebuild her meridians. The root of the trouble she had planted in the past by forcing herself to cultivate in order to become a human form also disappeared at this moment as her thousand years of cultivation dissipated."
Wen Yu was quite pleased with herself, so she simply turned around and faced Ju Mang. She raised her chin, and her eyebrows were beaming with joy.
"Yes and no?"
Without waiting for Ju Mang to answer, Wen Yu continued his analysis.
"Master often said, 'A towering building begins with a pile of earth.' This is true for both life and cultivation."
"Zhi Bai's roots are not very reliable. Even though he has cultivated for a thousand years, if he continues like this, he will have no hope of ascending to the Tao, but it will be easy for him to become possessed by the devil."
Ju Mang's expression was calm, without any trace of arrogance. Listening to Wen Yu's well-reasoned talk, his eyebrows and eyes softened, as if he had cut a piece of spring breeze to form the corners of his eyes, and cut out a wisp of cloud to dot his smile.
"What's more, you gave Chen Mian the spring water from the Three Lights Divine Water Pond. He can use the divine water to nourish Zhibai. Zhibai will surely reappear in the world soon. Then, Zhibai won't have to suffer the backlash of cultivation, and he and Chen Mian will naturally be able to spend their lives together smoothly."
Wen Yu became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally, all his words came down to one sentence: "Master, you are so kind."
As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Yu took advantage of his master's unpreparedness, grabbed his master's sleeve and held him in his arms.
Ju Mang did not dodge this time. Under his drooping eyelashes, his eyes were full of tenderness.
Ju Mang let Wen Yu hold his arm and shake it back and forth like a rogue, his expression remained unchanged, but the corners of his lips that couldn't help but curled up betrayed his good mood at the moment.
"You." Ju Mang's fingertips gently scratched Wen Yu's nose.
Gentle breezes blew by, ruffling strands of hair. As their black hair tangled together, the two of them stood at the threshold, like a pair of people in a painting.
Pink walls and black tiles, and a light silk spring shirt.
This was the scene Song Linsheng saw when he appeared with a food box.
They are probably very familiar with each other, right?
Xiaoyu's face was filled with a relaxed and cheerful smile, a smile he had never seen on Xiaoyu's face since the incident with Chen Mian.
Song Linsheng wanted to call out Xiaoyu, but his lips opened and closed again, but he only felt a sore throat and could not make a sound.
The wind is blowing.
Song Linsheng was still wearing the thin clothes he wore last night, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of cold. He just stood there silently, not daring to move forward.
It's not the wind that's moving, it's his heart that's moving.
"Xiao Yu..." Song Linsheng's expression changed, and he smiled faintly without a trace of jealousy. He stepped forward.
Since you are interested, you might as well take action.
"Hmm? Song Linsheng." Wen Yu turned around and her hair brushed against her nose.
Song Linsheng walked out of the yard holding a food box, his body bathed in golden light, his clothes fluttering in the wind, creating waves of snow.
Ju Mang raised his eyelids and took a glance, and somehow the smile in his eyes became even brighter.
"Xiaoyu." Following Song Linsheng's soft call, he also stood in front of Wenyu.
"Xiyan just came to report that he had run into Chen Mian in the courtyard, and he happened to be sending Chen Mian home."
There was no lack of surprise in Song Linsheng's words. He raised his eyes and glanced at the doctor behind Xiaoyu. Could it be that this doctor really had a way to bring the dead back to life?
I heard from Xiyan that Chen Mian can already run and jump, and looks very lively.
"Yes! Chen Mian is fine!" Wen Yu answered affirmatively, then turned his head to look at his master with pride, but found that he was staring at Song Linsheng intently.
Wen Yu's smile paused, and the corners of her lips began to harden.
Master should have discovered by now that Song Linsheng was the broken branch from the immortal tree.
"That's good." Song Linsheng was overjoyed and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he politely greeted Ju Mang who was standing behind Wen Yu, "Thank you, doctor. I don't know where your residence is. I will definitely send someone to deliver the full consultation fee."
"No need! There's no need for any medical fee!" Wen Yu was nervous, afraid that his master would find out, so he listened to Song Linsheng's words and took it over without reason.
She just wanted to end this unexpected meeting quickly and not let her master find out about her bad karma.
But it seemed like she didn't respond at the right time.
Suspicion suddenly appeared in Song Linsheng's eyes. How could an ordinary doctor not ask for a consultation fee?
"Well, Xiaoyu and the doctor are old acquaintances, so I guess..." Song Linsheng's voice faded, and his eyes dimmed. "But I don't know your name, doctor, and where you live?"
"Since you want to waive the consultation fee, why not make a friend?"
Wen Yu's almond-shaped eyes widened. How could she have forgotten about this?
How should she explain the sudden appearance of her master, and how should she explain that she and this "doctor" were indeed old acquaintances?
Wen Yu took a deep breath and his heart rose to his throat.
She was not worried about Chen Mian. Chen Mian should be on the same side as her regarding the Zhibai matter and would never reveal her identity.
But Song Linsheng, can I talk to Song Linsheng at this time?
Her mind was racing like a kaleidoscope, and she had to think of something to say.
"He is, he is..." Wen Yu hesitated and couldn't say the next word. Even if she could admit her own identity, she shouldn't reveal her master's identity at this time.
Ju Mang shook his head helplessly, hoping not to let this little piece of wood get suffocated.
"Sir Song—" As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Linsheng's doubts and Wen Yu's surprise all converged here.
Ju Mang was calm and composed, and showed no strange expression.
He stepped out of the door and stood side by side with Wen Yu.
The two people, who were a perfect match like a golden boy and a jade girl, were inexplicably dazzling in Song Linsheng's eyes.
Song Linsheng remained calm and nodded to him, "Sir."
"I have not been in Jiangyang for a long time, so it is understandable that Lord Song does not recognize me." Ju Mang paused, leaving the audience in suspense, and did not continue.
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