Chapter 325: "Zizhan."...
"Not only does he take good care of him, but he also wants me to be his assistant god." Ju Mang smiled slightly, with a hint of anger in his gentleness.
Wen Yu shook his head and vehemently denied, "When did I ever say that Master—"
Let the master be the assistant god of the fairy.
Besides, isn't Master the assistant deity of Emperor Taihao? How could he become the assistant deity of some newly born fairy in the east?
She looked at Song Linsheng with doubt, but the latter suddenly froze and did not speak.
"Ayu." Ju Mang was not in a hurry to refute or explain, but called out very softly and carefully.
Ah Yu... Ah Yu...
The stagnation of spiritual energy gradually disappeared, and Wen Yu's headache seemed to be slowly easing. She placed one hand on her forehead, pressing on both sides of her temples, "Master..."
Ah Yu...
A faint voice sounded in her mind, but Wen Yu felt that it did not come from Ju Mang in front of her.
The sound came from far away and quickly, leaving her no time to react.
"Ayu." Ju Mang snorted helplessly, obviously not very willing. "If you want to do it, why don't you do it yourself? It would be more convenient for you to order me around."
He held a bunch of bamboo strips in his hands, and was weaving something. Even without using any magic power, his fingers were nimble and his movements were fast.
What newborn fairy? He just wanted to be A-Yu's assistant god, traveling around the world and stepping through mountains and rivers like he does now.
Wen Yu was shocked and quickly moved forward. She wanted to call out "Master", but she couldn't open her mouth.
Ju Mang was completely unaware of it and didn't even look in her direction.
A gentle breeze blew through the Chengyun Mountain, and the clouds surged. A white crane flew past Ju Mang and... Wen Yu, bringing up wisps of fairy mist.
Is that her...herself?
Wen Yu looked at this face that looked exactly like hers, and gradually realized—
This is the memory of Ju Mang and Wen Yu, or rather, the memory of Ju Mang and Yuan Que.
Yuan Que leaned against a tree, the back of his neck resting on the hilt of his sword, gesturing back and forth with a kite in his hand. "Isn't this because I'm afraid that lust will blind my mind and disrupt my spiritual heart?"
Wen Yu didn't expect that Yuan Que's original body was also a paulownia tree, so this sword should be... Ming Kun.
"You're talking nonsense again." Ju Mang soon built the bamboo frame, began to apply paste on it, mounted it with rice paper, and then hung it on the tree branch.
When the wind blew, the little fish lantern, which was still pure white, became half dry.
Yuan Que looked at Ju Mang's craftsmanship and felt a little embarrassed, but after thinking for a while, he still shamelessly took out her "masterpiece" from behind -
"I made a few kites. Would you like to bring them to him to play with?"
The hand holding the pen paused, Ju Mang did not answer, but concentrated on coloring the little fish lantern.
The crimson body is painted with golden patterns to outline the shape of fish scales. The delicate and meticulous brushwork makes the fish come alive, as if it could really swim into the sea of clouds if you let go.
This was a skill they had learned for a long time in the human world, but Ayu never took it seriously.
Now she suddenly did it for several days and nights in a row, and her fingertips were scratched by the bamboo strips countless times, all for... making a kite.
Ju Mang looked indifferent. He put down his paintbrush and continued to brush tung oil on the small fish lamp bit by bit.
Whether it is painting lanterns or making kites, the whole process of making bamboo strips, building the frame, pasting paper and letting it dry, and then painting and varnishing it takes at least ten days to half a month.
It's hard for Ayu to work so hard in just a few days, forgetting to eat and sleep and creating so many things.
Somehow, Wen Yu always felt inexplicably familiar with the little fish lantern, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
Jiangyang! When I was in Jiangyang Prefecture, there was a small fish lantern like this among the things that Lord Mu sent before the Shangsi Festival.
Wen Yu shook his head, eager to remember more details.
As for these kites—
She suddenly realized that Yuan Que was the Mu Yao Goddess from Mu Yao Town at the foot of Gouwu Mountain!
Seeing that the tung oil was almost finished, but Ju Mang was still silent, Yuan Que was a little unsure of his thoughts and began to defend himself, "I also saw that he was alone."
There is nothing in that far east place except a few thousand-year-old lotus flowers that were born at who knows when. There is not even a single one that can breathe. How pitiful it is to be born there.
"Being free is great." Ju Mang raised the corners of his lips slightly and said indifferently.
Seeing that he was unmoved, Yuan Que quickly added fuel to the fire and continued his persuasion, "If a smart child only practices all day and doesn't know how to play, he will become stupid."
"You are diligent and hardworking, that's good." Ju Mang countered Yuan Que's moves and finally raised his eyes to glance at him. The smile in his eyes could not be hidden.
It seems that he is really stubborn. Yuan Que grumbled in his heart, but still said earnestly, "They are just a few kites. We were born from the same heaven and earth. We should take care of each other, just like you and me."
This time, Ju Mang did not answer immediately. He installed a wooden handle and colorful feather tassels on the small fish lamp coated with tung oil.
The skeleton is the basis and the paper-pasting is the soul. It is not easy to make a small fish lantern like this, and it is even more difficult to make so many different kinds of kites.
Ju Mang tapped the handle with his knuckles, and a ray of light came down and ignited the small fish lamp.
The yellowish candlelight shone through the lines on the paper, splitting into spots of light of varying sizes and shapes.
It is colorful and gilded, dazzling and eye-catching.
Yuan Que looked at the small fish lantern that was handed to him, took it naturally, and played with it in his hand.
His craftsmanship is becoming more and more sophisticated.
"The relationship between you and me... is different from his." Ju Mang said unconsciously as he looked at Yuan Que's face illuminated by the small fish lantern.
Unexpectedly, he still refused to give in. Yuan Que was neither laughing nor making a fuss, so he had to play dirty and said, "Just help me this time, son——"
The moment she opened her mouth, Wen Yu's heart suddenly tightened, as if she suddenly understood something, "Master——"
The clouds dispersed, the sky and the earth turned, all the scenes on Chengyun Rock disappeared, and the darkness at the bottom of Gouwu Mountain was right in front of us.
"Master——" Wen Yu suddenly woke up, she knew!
The cracks in the spiritual vein grew deeper, and the ground continued to shake. In the midst of chaos, everyone struggled to maintain stability.
Ju Mang stood proudly in the middle, like a calm breeze and a wisp of light blue mist. His fluttering clothes could not hinder his calmness.
Seeing Wen Yu wake up, Ju Mang smiled with relief, "Ayu."
He didn't feel relieved, nor could he let go. After all, once he had experienced those colorful days, who would be willing to let go?
Ju Mang clenched his palms, and the golden light of the zither's dragon bone immediately disappeared and was controlled by him.
Wen Yu held Ming Kun tightly, forced himself to stand up, and walked towards Ju Mang, "Master——"
Her master, who loves green clothes and wears yellow shirts, is...
"Ayu, can you call me again..." Ju Mang asked very softly and slowly, the name he hadn't heard in a long time, "Zizhan."
Wen Yu paused, her whole body seemed to be nailed to the spot. She thought about it and guessed it, but, but...
When I actually heard it, I still found it hard to believe.
As the rocks on the mountain wall shook, countless debris fell between him and his A-Yu. Without waiting for her to respond, Ju Mang called out, "Liu Yun! Take A-Yu out—"
Wen Yu, who was stiff, suddenly lowered her head. Liuyun flew out from her waist. The fan that opened rapidly was like a huge net, trapping her and pulling her back continuously.
"Xiaoyu!" Upon seeing this, Song Linsheng immediately transformed into countless icicles and rushed towards Liuyun to stop him.
"You just returned to your position, and your mind is unstable." Ju Mang looked deeply at Song Linsheng, or rather Tai Hao, "Even if I only have 50% of my consciousness left, I am no match for you."
Song Linsheng wanted to talk to Gu Wenyu, but turned back to look at Ju Mang. What he said was true, but...
"If you can't stop Liu Yun, let's go." Ju Mang raised his chin and gestured.
In a split second, Song Linsheng had no choice but to chase Wen Yu, leaving only a sentence, "You...you..."
Ju Mang's face was calm. He didn't take Song Linsheng and the others seriously. He just smiled gently and watched A Yu retreat quickly under Liu Yun's protection.
A Yu once asked him why the magic weapon was named like this. The pronunciation of "Liuyun Fan" is the same as "Liuyunsan", which has a very bad meaning.
Most beautiful things are not durable, colorful clouds are easily dispersed and glass is fragile. Perhaps, we can't escape the myriad ways of the world.
If this continues, Gouwu Mountain will soon collapse——
This place was originally nourished by A Yu's soul, and then suppressed by Tai Ai, so it was able to maintain superficial peace. Now, how can it be filled with only Kui Xuan's spine?
This method... was indeed written by him in the beginning, but after searching for many years, he still couldn't find the perfect way to break the deadlock.
A Yu read half of it and probably missed the latter part. It would take an ancient god to use his soul to refine the evil nature of the zither's dragon bone and remove the evil spirit before it could be carried out.
This process can take as short as a hundred years or as long as indefinitely.
A Yu's body must be restored to its soul, and Tai's sacrifices have been long enough. If left unchecked, the human world under Gou Wu Mountain will suffer, and the five directions of heaven and earth will not have peace.
Since this method was written down in the first place, why not let him put it into practice?
Ju Mang spread out his palms, lowered his eyes and looked at the zither's keel, whose light was sometimes brighter and sometimes weaker. "Let's... do it together."
It’s just that, Ah Yu…from now on, just be Ah Yu…
Stop thinking about the people of the world and the three realms and six paths. Whether lust has blinded your mind or disturbed your heart, no one stipulates what path you must take.
Ayu should have his own way.
The wind was as sharp as a blade, scratching Wen Yu's face painfully.
Liuyunshan didn't let her go until she was out of Gouwu Mountain. Watching Jumang gradually disappear from her sight, Wenyu murmured, "Master..."
…
On Chengyun Rock, Yuan Que was neither laughing nor making a fuss, so he had to play the devil's advocate, "Just help me this time, Zizhan."
…
"Zizhan..." Yuan Que's words in memory gradually overlapped with reality, and Wen Yu suddenly woke up.
The earthquake in Gouwu Mountain stopped and returned to its former silence, as if the so-called spiritual vein shock had never occurred.
It was the master, it was... Zizhan used himself to fill the crack in the ground.
Wen Yu, who had reacted quickly, pushed Liu Yun, who had just withdrawn his strength, away and headed straight for the top of the mountain, "Zizhan!"
The master is Zizhan, Ju Mang is Zizhan, and the answer she has been looking for is right in front of her.
So, when the master helped her transform in Houchun Mountain, he named her Wenyu...
Could it be that Wenyu is Yuanque, and Yuanque is Wenyu?
But what she had just seen in her memory was clearly on Chengyun Mountain. How did she get to the Wutong Ancestral Temple on Houchun Mountain...
Wen Yu's mind was in a mess. She remembered what Zang Ling had said -
What about Zizhan who is always with you?
Zang Ling hadn't lied to her. Wasn't it Zizhan who was often with Yuan Que? She just hadn't thought of it.
"Zizhan!" With tears welling up in her eyes, Wen Yu struggled to get on the hook of Wushan.
Song Linsheng's brows were knitted tightly together, and his mind was also complicated, but he still tried to stop the man, "Xiaoyu, listen to me——"
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