The room became quiet for a moment.
Noila Mo looked at Qiu Zhihe blankly, and Qiu Zhihe also looked at her intently.
The two women looked at each other for a long time. Noila Mo lowered her head, clutching the hem of her skirt tightly with her slender fingers, and finally raised her head and said:
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, I only pursue the great path in this life. I will not indulge in the love of my children, nor will I follow the path of dual cultivation."
Qiu Zhihe was silent for a moment and said calmly:
"My husband said that when he met you, he was in the most difficult time. He has always been grateful to you, but he knew that you were dedicated to seeking Taoism, so when he originally planned to find a Taoist partner to practice together, he did not find you."
Noila Mo held her skirt tighter with her fingers, bit her lower lip, and suddenly smiled bitterly:
"Fellow Daoist Qin said that I helped him get through the darkest moment in his life. In fact, I didn't do the same."
She picked up the teacup, drank it all in one gulp, looked down at the empty cup, her eyes were misty, and her voice became softer.
"I was born in a small village outside Yunling Town. That year, spiritual beasts turned into monsters and caused a disaster. My parents and sister died, and I was the only one left in the village."
"A monk fell from the sky, killed those monsters, and then took me to Yunling Town with a flying sword."
"When she left, I asked her if I could go with her. She said that she only wanted the high road in this life and didn't want to be hindered by anything."
"I remember that when she flew away, the sunset in the sky was beautiful and dyed the clouds red."
"From that day on, I made up my mind to pursue the great road in this life."
Noila Mo put the teacup back on the table, and the smile on her face became increasingly bitter:
"It's just that I was born with poor spiritual roots. I have worked hard for more than ten years before I can reach the third level of Qi training."
"I work hard every day to set up a stall, practice drawing talismans to sell, and earn spiritual stones, just to continue practicing."
"However, I have tried to attack the fourth level of Qi training more than ten times over the years, but I have never succeeded."
Qiu Zhihe looked at Mo Xiaolan in astonishment. She was a rare genius. She had been at the top since she was a child. It was really hard to imagine that she had to hit the fourth level of Qi training more than ten times.
"When I failed for the sixteenth time, my hard-earned spiritual stones had been exhausted. I asked the steward of Feiyi Tower if he could advance me a month's salary, but the steward wanted me to practice dual cultivation with him."
"When I rejected him, he publicly accused me of stealing spiritual stones and wanted to drive me out of the Flying Inn."
"In the evening, I went to the night market to set up a stall, and I was spotted by Zhou Kun, who forced me to be his concubine. If I didn't obey, he threatened to end my life."
"That day was the most desperate day in my life."
"It was snowing heavily that night. When I returned to Zhaiyu Alley, I saw fellow Taoist Qin sitting at a noodle stall at the entrance of the alley."
"I was thinking that there are people like me who haven't eaten so late in this snowy day."
Noila Mo paused in her voice and raised the corners of her mouth:
"Then, he suddenly raised his head and said to me: Fellow Taoist, it's a cold night, why don't you sit down and have a drink together?"
"I just thought, I don't even know him, why would he invite me for a drink?"
Qiu Zhihe said coldly: "Young disciple!"
Noila Mo smiled: "Yes, I thought so at the time, but that day I was too tired and couldn't walk. Someone asked me to sit down, and I couldn't refuse that night."
Noila Mo lowered her head, her fingers holding the hem of her skirt slowly relaxed, and the smile on her face was no longer bitter.
Across the table, Qiu Zhihe's fingers tightly grasped the hem of her skirt, and the small veins on the back of her hands bulged.
"He invited me to drink a whole jar of wine, and my whole body became cold. Then, I stood up and left."
"Unexpectedly, when I walked to the door of the rented house, I turned around and realized that he actually lived opposite me. His eyes were wide open, and it looked funny."
Noila Mo raised her hand to cover her mouth, with a girlish smile on her heroic face. You can imagine how interesting it was when she and Qin Gengyun first met.
"Later, every morning when I went out to run the post office, I would run into him."
"Every night when I come back from the night market late at night, I bump into him."
"We sit in the alley and drink together more and more often."
"One day, he told me that he was actually suffering from erysipelas and could only live until the age of forty. He would go out early and come home late every day, working hard to earn spiritual stones and practice cultivation, just to eradicate the erysipelas before he was forty."
Noila Mo exhaled softly, and her eyes regained their brightness:
"From that moment on, I no longer felt how miserable my experience was, because Fellow Daoist Qin was more difficult than me, but he still didn't give up."
"Of course I can't give up."
"I want to improve my cultivation as soon as possible and earn more spiritual stones. If I succeed in my cultivation, I can also help fellow Taoist Qin find the 'Bingxin Rejuvenation Pill'."
Qiu Zhihe suddenly said: "Then why don't you become a Taoist partner with him? Help him practice dual cultivation?"
Noila Mo was silent for a moment and smiled: "He didn't ask me."
Qiu Zhihe was startled, and Mo Xiaolan continued: "Because I said that I only seek the road in this life, and I regard him as a confidant. He knows that if he opens his mouth to me, he will make things difficult for me."
"confidant."
Qiu Zhihe bit her lip gently, her hands under the table still clutching the hem of her skirt tightly, and asked:
"If he had asked to marry you, would you have agreed?"
Noila Mo was stunned and silent for a long time. She poured herself a cup of tea, picked it up and said to Qiu Zhihe:
"Fortunately he didn't speak, otherwise he would have missed the best woman in the world."
"Friend Qiu, it is a great blessing for him to marry you. I am happy for him. I was not able to drink your wedding wine that day. Today I wish you a eternal life and a happy marriage!"
Qiu Zhihe looked at Mo Xiaolan quietly, and saw her smile as bright as an orchid, and her eyes as bright as stars. After a long time, Qiu Zhihe also picked up the tea cup.
"Friend Daoist Mo, he is lucky to have a confidant like you."
Ding, the two tea cups touched lightly and made a crisp sound.
After a while, Noila Mo walked out of Qiu Zhihe's room, turned to her and asked:
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, I'm worried about the injuries of Xiaoxue and Sister Si. Where are they receiving treatment? I want to go and see them."
Mo Xiaolan was often whipped with the God-Spiking Whip in the dungeon, leaving scars all over her body, but strangely enough, her injuries only healed in half a day each time.
In today's battle, she actually didn't suffer any injuries, but there was still some poison in her body that suppressed her cultivation. Luo Wenzhi had led his people to search for the antidote in Chang's Mansion at night, and if they found it, they would send it over tomorrow.
Therefore, apart from being a little weak, Noila Mo was fine.
On the other hand, Si Minglan and Fang Xue were already injured, and some of their spiritual energy and Yuan Yin were absorbed by the soil crickets. The situation was not so good.
Therefore, it is reasonable for Noila Mo to want to visit the two of them.
However, Qiu Zhihe hesitated. Seeing Noila Mo looking at her doubtfully, she finally spoke:
"They are upstairs in the green room."
Then he gave her the key to the room.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qiu."
Noila Mo thanked her, went upstairs, came to the Cuizi room, and knocked on the door, but no one responded.
Noila Mo hesitated, opened the door with the key, and walked in gently.
After a moment, she hurried out of the room, closed the door, and ran away with flushed cheeks.
(End of chapter)
