C41 (1/2)
Forty-one Zhuo Shui Lake, hidden and mysterious.
The ghost and undead had already disappeared without a trace. Everyone was terrified, and Candle Jiu Yin's violent cough also gradually stopped.
”After going through the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest so many times, I still haven't found any ghosts or undeads. Could it be that he's been hiding here all this time?”
The fifth Hidden Spirit seemed as if it had not recovered from the short battle. It stared blankly ahead and muttered, ”I seem to have seen this undead somewhere, both familiar and unfamiliar with him. Also, his movement technique, although strange, it has its methods. ”A few days ago, a black shadow within that black mist and baleful qi fought fiercely with me. It seems to be somewhat similar to him …”
Gu Xueluo said, ”Really? This Undead is extremely important, even more so than this Dark Bamboo Festival just now. Unfortunately, he escaped towards the drool lake.”
Zhu Jiuyin coughed again, his face turning even paler. The spirit walked forward and gently held onto Zhu Jiuyin's arm, gazing at him with concern, ”Elder brother, what's wrong with you? Your complexion isn't good, and your body is so weak.”
Zhu Jiuyin wiped away the sweat on his forehead and softly said, ”My physique is already extremely cold. I had the chills a few days ago, and because I ate a lot of cold food, my body became so cold that I became unwell.”
The Hidden Spirit was slightly shocked and asked in surprise, ”What? ”So brother has been sick for a long time. How could he have dragged his body here? It's all my fault that I couldn't see it. Hurry back to the Netherworld Kingdom to rest.”
When Ning An saw this, he suggested, ”I think we should not waste any time. Since the Nine Yin Palace Master is sick, let's hurry back. We should also hurry back to the capital and present the bamboo festival to Master.”
Hidden spirit said, ”Senior Brother, let's split up. ”First, you have to report this to Master. I want to go to Lake of Zhuo, where the Undead escaped in the direction of Lake of Zhuo, perhaps we can find some clues there.”
Thus, the four of them said their goodbyes.
A moment later, Hidden Spirit and Gu Xueluo flew past the sea of bamboo and arrived at the edge of Zhuo Shui lake in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest.
Zhuo Shui Lake, Qing Qiu Mountain's mysterious lake. The surface of the lake was blue and sparkling, with lush greenery along the banks of the lake. This was also where the Raccoon Clothing Workshop was used to wash clothes all year round. The fifth hidden spirit before the age of six was no stranger to this place. It would often come here with Ruan Niang to wash clothes. The Zhuo Water Lake was rich in natural resources and nourished the people who came and went of the Qing Qiu Mountain. The Zhuo Water Shrimp in the lake was one of the best dishes in the restaurant of Jade Wall City, and it was being eaten by many. Even the tea brewed in the teahouse of Jade Wall City had used the Zhuo Water Shrimp.
At this moment, a gentle breeze blew across the surface of the lake. The seagulls gently fluttered about, causing ripples to form on the surface. It was a peaceful and harmonious scene. The two of them stood at the edge of the lake and gazed into the distance. Their eyes were filled with blue, as if all the vexation around them had vanished like smoke in thin air. The emptiness of heaven and earth was only for them to enjoy. Looking at such a pure and beautiful scene, Gu Xueluo was already enchanted by it. She lightly leaned her head on the hidden spirit's shoulder, enjoying the short moment of the rare ethereal beauty.
As the hidden spirit looked at the calm lake water in front of him, he couldn't help but think back to the years when he was younger by the lake's edge. He thought back to today, when he was already three disciples of Supreme Profound City. So it turned out that the passage of time that passed had already unconsciously moved so far away. Falling Flower Garden in the leisurely courtyard was even more harmful to his mind, so he might as well take pity on the person in front of him. He slightly closed his eyes, recalling the past years and couldn't help but tightly hold Gu Xueluo's hand, as if he would never be able to find her again once he let go.
The two of them snuggled together just like that.
The thin layer of snow on the lakeside was crystal clear and flawless, illuminating the beautiful woman's smiling face like a flower.
The gulls fly in pairs, occasionally chirping merrily, as if singing solo for her lover.
The only thing left in the world was the Vast Expanse. The Heavens were high and the Earth was light. It was a testament to the lightness of time.
The ghost stared blankly at the lakeside, where a mottled stone tablet had been buried by the weeds. The exposed part of the stone tablet seemed to have rusted characters. Yin Ling felt a little strange. Why would there be a stone tablet at Zhuo Shui lake that was rarely seen? What exactly was written on the stone tablet?
The Hidden Spirit walked in front of the stone monument and pushed open the messy grass. Surprisingly, he saw that the stone monument had the words:
”Father Shang's south side, at the edge of the jade wall, the Soaring Dragon rises the phoenix and condenses the mountain purple!”
The two of them looked at this line of words in astonishment. They then recited in their hearts, ”In the south of the Shang father, on the shore of the jade wall, the Soaring Dragon rises the phoenix, and the Light Mountain condenses purple.” Hidden spirits thought, this south of Shang father, jade wall of shore should be Zhuo Shui lake, because the direction of Zhuo Shui lake is at the south of Shang father rock, outside Jade wall city, but this ”Soaring Flood Dragon rises the phoenix, congealed the mountain purple” what meaning is?
While he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a low and deep voice sing from the lakeside, ”Since you are on your own, you must be depressed. If I don't see you, those who come will catch up. We have yet to get lost, but today is not the case …” The voice was bold, casual, rough, and clear, like the singing of a country man, or the chanting of a monk. The sound was penetrating. The yellow grass by the lakeside had been destroyed. As the song went on, the leaves danced in the air and broke at the waist. The lakeside rippled as waves churned, as if it was trying to stir up turbulent waves in the entire Lake of Zhuo.
It was an old man dressed in grey clothing. His hair and beard were all white, and his gait was steady. He had the air of a transcendent being. It was impossible to tell that he was an old man.
The hermit spirit glanced at Gu Xueluo and muttered, ”Xueluo, to be able to freely release and release this kind of singing skill, you must not be an ordinary person. I still remember the song of Candle Jiu Yin using the leaves as the flute. That sound is ethereal, nimble, formless, and often comes to an end after the song. I also have the privilege of hearing Mister Dugu's zither music, which is extremely clear, yet seemingly ordinary zither music can penetrate more than ten miles away.
Gu Xueluo felt it slightly, and softly said, ”That's right, this gray-clothed old man really does look like he's not simple at all.”