C87 Wangqing Chuan (1/2)
For Wang Qingchuan, if there was a taste in this world that was more delicious and unforgettable than the elixirs and elixirs of the Spiritual World, it would be the medicinal taste of the Profound Blood Grass. Although the Profound Blood Grass was brown in color and lacked the usual luster of flowers, it actually did not have the bitter or bitter taste of any herbs. Actually, it was not because the Profound Blood Grass was hard to find, but rather, it was about the person who picked the herbs.
Wang Qingchuan walked lightly out of the house. Bathing in the warm sunlight, he suddenly felt somewhat lazy. After being heavily injured by the mysterious black clothed man, she had actually slept for several days. Now that she had just recovered from her severe illness, it was as if she was not used to the heavy feeling of standing on both feet, just like how she was not used to Yun Jiu Tang's identity, eyes, and tone back then.
With the warm eyes on top of his head, Qing Chuan's thoughts flew. Back then, when she first met Yun Jiuchang in front of the fifth Hidden Spirit Tomb by Zhuo Shui Lake, she felt that this Demon World's newly promoted Solitary Star Young Master was cold, aloof, and there was even a hint of feigned loneliness in his eyes. She was sure that she had seen this kind of gaze somewhere before. That's right, she had seen this kind of high and mighty look on the fifth hidden spirit many times before, so she absolutely didn't like the fifth hidden spirit at all. Only at the moment the hidden spirit was forced to commit suicide did she feel a trace of admiration. But now, this kind of gaze, which reappeared after a lapse of many years, had caused her to meet a youth that looked like the ”Fifth Hidden Spirit Style.” He was always so confident in everything she had done, pretending to be innocent.
Actually, ever since the fifth hidden spirit executed itself, Wang Qingchuan's mood had undergone a slight change. She suddenly realized that she no longer hated the fifth hidden spirit that much, and sometimes felt that his actions were quite meaningful.
Wang Qingchuan seemed to have sunk into reminiscence. Back in the day, when he first killed beasts in the Great Sea, the fifth Hidden Spirit had an impressive performance. Although its martial prowess was not as deep as Yun Jiu Tang's, it was not inferior to the other nine people in the group. And now, Yun Jiu Tang always seemed to have the upper hand. In the face of danger, he always had a way to avoid danger and bring everyone back to a place where they could be at ease. It was as if he had this kind of magic, an irresistible magic. No matter how depressed or sad you are, he always has a way to make your mind light up, like a bowl of rice fragrance he gave you when you were hungry, and that's what you need the most.
Time was like a rosy morning. It would often change something, and so would anyone else. She was no exception, just like the disdain she felt when she first came into contact with Yun Jiu Tang. It had turned into admiration now, and there was even a hint of reluctance.
At this moment, the clouds were high and the wind was blowing gently. Qing Chuan was sitting quietly on a stone bench in the yard, thinking. A firm and forceful footstep sounded out in the wind, followed by a fragrant smell of food. A look of displeasure appeared on her face, and it went without saying that she knew that her hair had been blown away.
Qing Chuan, why did you come out by yourself? Don't get caught in the cold, ”said Yu Yun Li as she held a brown drawer, revealing a happy expression.” Look, I brought you a delicious dish, the Immortal Crane Winter Bamboo Soup and the heavenly silkworm fragrant glutinous cake. As he said that, he opened the drawer. Inside, the fragrance was overwhelming, making people drool. Qing Chuan did not have a single bit of appetite. Yes, she didn't like the fact that her hair was tied up by the clouds, and she put in all her effort. She knew what her hair was thinking, but that wasn't what she wanted, it couldn't be, it would never be possible.
”Yun Li, you know that I don't like to eat these, so don't worry about it anymore.” Wang Qingchuan did not want to look at him again, because the two of them were not from the same world, and it was as if they were always walking in parallel time, ”Go and busy yourself, I just want to be quiet.” She did not want to use a loud rebuke to hurt her temples, but her tone did not seem to be in doubt.
”I... I'm fine, just... Want to come over … ”I wanted to stay with you for a little longer, but I couldn't find any reason to refuse, and it was at this moment that my words became more and more clumsy, like a little boy who has been found out for doing something wrong and is waiting to be mercilessly released or reprimanded.” ”You know, while you were unconscious for so many days, I didn't even close my eyes. I was worried for you and prayed …”
Wang Qingchuan did not want to continue listening, ”Stop talking, Yun Liu, the two of us are serving right beside the leader, and we have always been pure and free of distractions.” She slowly stood up, and did not even glance at the delicacies that she had meticulously prepared, ”What happened to you in the past few years, how did you become a woman like this, where did that cold, carefree spirit guard of the past go?”
”Hmph, well said, we will all change. Haven't you also become a person who yearned for the mortal world? Since you've come here so many times, I don't know what's good about it.” The more he spoke, the more impatient he became, as if he could feel his dissatisfaction and hatred from his breathing, ”In the end, it's all because of that Yun Jiu Tang!” He finally revealed his suspicions. Since the day before he had questioned Yun Jiuchang at the edge of the spirit world, he didn't mind revealing his hatred and jealousy towards him to outsiders.
”You … What did you say? ” Wang Qingchuan was so angry that his voice became hurried, like a little girl whose heart had been exposed, but he still had thoughts about Yun Jiuchang, ”Don't cause trouble for nothing, I'm only grateful to Yun Jiuchang for risking my life to save me. How did you become such a person that took the initiative to ask for love?”
The hair on his temples stood on end, and he remained silent. Even if he angered Wang Qingchuan, he still wanted to continue. All he wanted was to get from Wang Qingchuan a word of confirmation.
The warm sun was hidden in the leaves, and the yard was a blur. Wang Qingchuan, who had just recovered from his serious illness, was a little tired and waved his hand, ”Fine, I don't want to argue with you. You don't need to guess what I am thinking. As he spoke, he took large strides and turned around to walk back inside the house.
”Qing Chuan …” ”Qing Chuan …” No matter how sincere, desperate, and anxious the voice behind him sounded, Wang Qingchuan still refused to look back. He didn't want to bother with it, so it was better to keep their distance.
Wang Qingchuan's body gradually recovered. Under the meticulous nurturing of Mu Lengqing, his inner force also slowly recovered. She stood at the peak of the Spirit Palace and looked towards the west. The lofty and unbroken mountain peak was green and shallow, bright and dark at the same time. That was the Green Hill's Hill of Qing Qiu, as if it was calling to her. She knew that she still had a mandate there, the outstanding case of the Spirit of Concealment, the case of the Demon Spirit being robbed, and the truth of the Sunset Sword being broken … too many secrets might be involved in the Spirit Realm, and she had to investigate this thoroughly in order to not ignite their flames and bring it to the Spirit Realm. Of course, she could still meet Yun Jiuchang in the mortal world's Qing Qiu Mountain!
Wang Qingchuan knew that if he were to ask to go to the Mortal Realm, the Chief of the Mu Clan would definitely agree to it. The leader of the Mu Clan was so reasonable and reasonable that he wouldn't stop her from completing her mission and finding her happiness. Just based on this point alone, he was already superior to the other leaders of the six realms. He was far from being as heartless and cold as the devil realm's sword ruler, nor was he as lonely and bitter as the twelve pots of the Green Hill, nor was he as unreachable as the ethereal high in the immortal realms.
At this moment, as Wang Qingchuan gazed at the contours of the Qing Qiu Mountains in the distance, his heart was filled with yearning. During this period of time, Wang Qingchuan rarely saw Mu Lengqing again. She seemed to have distanced herself from the racket and noise of the Spiritual Palace, burying herself in a quiet space to think, cultivate, and nurture. Ever since Qingchuan became sensible, it was common to notice that the leader of the Mu Clan disappeared for a few days like this. It was as though she had a private space that isolated her from the world and cleansed its troubles. Wang Qingchuan guessed that there was such a space for Mu Lengqing. It was a space that encompassed the loneliness and coldness that she had been living in for decades. It dispelled the helplessness and loneliness that filled her body. Didn't everyone in the Six Realms need this sort of space? Some were palaces, some were bright and warm teahouses, some were just inside their hearts.
It was time to make another trip to the Mortal Realm. There were still many things that remained to be done. The most important thing was to meet Yun Jiu Tang, thank him personally, listen to his words, look at his eyes, and search for the truth of the matter with them.
Finally, Wang Qingchuan mustered the courage to tell Mu Lengqing his intention of leaving.