PNB Chapter 431
Chapter 431
"I vaguely remember that when we were at the inn, you were wearing a magnificent palace dress, holding a folding fan, with a cool and aloof expression, like a celestial fairy."
Hearing Zhong Ming praise her, she was secretly pleased, but she still suppressed her anger and replied quietly, "Circumstances are beyond one's control. Even celestial fairies have to descend to the mortal world one day."
“No,” Zhong Ming said calmly, “What I mean is, I originally thought you were aloof, but now I realize you’re an excellent actress. You’ve played very successfully, whether it’s the landlady, the courtesan, or the lovely and playful new wife now.”
Zhong Ming looked down at her coldly. In any case, her actions now perfectly matched her previous statement.
She sat up listlessly, gave Zhong Ming one last reproachful look, and then her expression turned icy again. "Isn't this better? I almost fell for him."
"If you can, you can play the role of a stone for a while, just sit there meditating for a few days." Although Zhong Ming didn't say it aloud, he had already slapped himself several times in his heart.
'She's a wanted criminal, a wanted criminal the Flame Wolf Army can't catch. Now, stay calm. She's a cold, hard cash cow; we must be on high alert for any move she makes.'
He raised the brick and slammed it heavily onto the hook-and-sickle spear. The flying sparks and unsettling metallic clang filled his ears, assuring him that he wasn't under any illusion.
Or rather, this can only be a simple test.
Just then, he heard her reply: "No, sitting for long periods will make my butt sag, and it won't look good if it's not perky."
"what ever."
Then, Zhong Ming saw her take a blanket out of her little pipe and lie down on the spot in a very "unladylike" manner.
Zhong Ming silently added another layer of barrier, as the array plates in his storage stone were almost used up.
She slept soundly for four hours straight; it was probably the best sleep she had had in a long time.
Zhong Ming's mind was in turmoil; the clone technique made his scalp tingle.
The concept of divine sense is too ethereal and elusive. Without reaching that level, one cannot understand what it is at all. Now, after Zhong Ming finished reading the jade slip, he felt as if a small lump of his soul had been forcibly torn off and stuffed into his clone. How painful that must have been!
The chaotic knowledge and fear of divine and soul techniques made it take him a long time to calm down and enter a meditative state. When she woke up, Zhong Ming had actually not been cultivating for very long.
The Great Cycle of Heaven had been completed once. When he opened his eyes, he found that she was staring at him again.
"I can get you a mirror; I'm a professional at that."
"I want to take a shower."
"No water."
"Yes, I have some. Do you want to watch me wash it?" She raised her pipe high, tilting her snow-white swan neck. With a flick of her spiritual energy, drops of water flowed from the pipe, dripping onto her neck, adding a touch of allure.
"At ease, my heart is as clear as a mirror."
Inner monologue: 'That's incredibly shameless! What's with all this talk about washing? Is that something I should be looking at?'
He sat there unmoved, as if... perhaps... maybe... I wasn't at a disadvantage at all.
The point is to use the hook-and-sickle spear as a precaution, lest you fall for the charm spell again.
He positioned the hook-and-sickle spear at an odd angle, allowing Hongying and the "Spirit Retirement Home" to occasionally float in front of him, open their mouths, and spit out the mother-and-child swords, using them for cultivation.
When the polishing brick was placed on the longsword, it immediately shone with a cold light. Every spiritual rune within the mother and child swords protested that his power was vastly different from before, yet they still obediently let him have his way.
He secretly opened his eyes...
Oh no, I mean, I'm opening my eyes wide openly because I'm sharpening my sword.
She hesitated for a moment, then turned around, her back to Zhong Ming. She secretly fiddled with something, and after a few breaths, she turned back, her face flushed, and said shyly, "Well then, I'll begin."
He didn't answer, as if he were looking at a stone statue.
Three seconds later...
Bored, she took out a small basket of jujubes, rinsed them with the "sparkler head" of her pipe, took one out and put it in her mouth, then handed the small basket to Zhong Ming.
"Hey, the dates are washed."
Zhong Ming slightly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air. "When I was three years old, my mother taught me not to eat food from strangers."
"Is that so? Then why were you so impolite when you took my jade flute? Weren't you afraid... I would personally put the sleeping potion into your mouth? How can you be sure that you're not still on the big bed in Feiyunfang, completely bewitched by me?"
Zhong Ming pondered for a moment. If this were the case, he would soon be dead. Reflecting on his life, he thought of his less-than-ideal ordinary life, his brief journey through Daoguang and his military career spanning thousands of miles. Finally, he uttered a soft, understated sentence:
"I will live well wherever I am."
She suppressed her smile. At that moment, she also realized one thing: this man's character was more steadfast than she had imagined.
"Can't you even have a tiny bit of wishful thinking that I really like you? Is that not allowed?"
"What's the reason?"
"Reason? A noble and beautiful woman suddenly falls into misfortune and is reduced to hiding in a brothel, relying on her seductive arts to survive. You are like a great hero who descended from the sky and took me away from my misery. Why can't we think of it that way?"
"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."
“…”
She turned her back, completely abandoning the idea.
Zhong Ming was unaware of the drastic changes in her thoughts; he was simply pondering how to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.
The old Taoist priest told him to listen to storytelling, but he didn't go. He was also told to find a cultivation manual, but he couldn't find one either. Now he's just resting quietly out of boredom. As he rests, autumn will pass and the New Year will come again.
Time waits for no one.
He took out a Foundation Establishment Pill, looked at it again and again, and then suddenly slapped himself.
Gao Jin is at least at the Golden Core stage. If he wants revenge, how can he treat the Foundation Establishment stage as a mere wishful thought?
The world is full of difficulties, and I am like a lone boat on a sea of suffering, reflecting the moon's reflection in the water.
Moon after moon, moon after moon! The waning stars and the dawn moon illuminate the lonely boat.
The longsword in his hand suddenly gleamed, drawing his attention back. It was the power hidden deep within the sword, the power he himself once possessed.
Before he had obtained the power of the "Renyun" talent, at this moment, he suddenly had some enlightenment.
The path for mortals to ascend to heaven is never an easy one.
That familiar force cautiously made contact with Zhong Ming, like a wanderer who has been away from home for a long time, unable to recognize his drastically changed hometown.
“Come back,” he said. “I haven’t changed.”