Bo Wuque brought it over, it was heavy. The water reflected on the back of his hand looked like colorful scales.
"How much do you have left for yourself?" Bai Wuque glanced at the well and felt somewhat sorry.
Unexpectedly, Lu Shanling shook her head indifferently: "It's almost gone. The remaining amount should not be enough for one use."
"This..." Bai Wuque felt a little guilty when he heard this.
From time to time, wild geese flew across the sky, and soon they were hidden on the top of a mountain covered with smoke.
Lu Shanling glanced at the sky in the distance. It was pale and light, just like the reflection of his pupils.
"You don't need to worry about it." He snorted, "Last time, Nanshan Yunyou came back and brought me fresh sea water, not long ago. I will find a way to use it next time."
"You don't mean to..." A trace of bitterness flashed across Bai Wuque's face.
Lu Shanling seemed much more relaxed than him. He patted the stone slab and motioned for Bo Wuque to help put it back. He said nonchalantly: "This matter has troubled me for many years, and I have long wanted to put an end to it. If it doesn't work out, just go and accompany Nanshan."
Bai Wuque already knew the ins and outs of Lu Shanling's incident. Hearing him speak so lightly made me feel uncomfortable.
After all, Lu Shanling meant that he was ready to die.
The two men put the stone slab back in place again and covered it with weeds.
One after another, the two walked on the path and returned to the mountain house and thatched cottage.
The air in Shanyin is moist and cool. Autumn lingers here, and the refreshing breeze of thick clouds coils around every grass stem.
The thatched cottage was filled with green smoke as always, giving it a peaceful and graceful look. Lu Shanling walked into the house on dew-stained straw sandals and let Bo Wuque in.
Bo Wuque was thinking about the transportation of three kilograms of glazed seawater, and turned around to make a bucket cover. Lu Shanling watched him get up and go to work, bow down and call out his squirrel, then also got up and went to work.
Not long after, Bai Wuque, who was chopping wooden boards with a hatchet in his hand, smelled the faint fragrance of tea wafting from the room.
"Come in." Then, he heard Lu Shanling calling him from inside the room.
Bai Wuque thought for a while, and finally dropped the hatchet and entered the house.
"What?" he asked as soon as he stepped across the threshold, and saw two green teacups placed on the central table.
The aroma wafts out of the cup. Bai Wuque sniffed it and felt a bit familiar.
"Noon Leaf Xiangding. The best tea I have ever tasted. You should also... come and try it."
Lu Shanling's voice was low, but it made Bai Wuque's body tremble.
Looking at the two cups of hot tea on the table, Bai Wuque felt as if his eyes were hit by the heat, stinging slightly, and then he wanted to shed tears.
Afternoon leaf Xiangding. He seemed to have heard of it a long time ago, but had never tasted it. It was said that his junior brother discovered it, and Lu Shanling never invited him to taste it.
The steps moved slightly. He seemed to see himself shouting hoarse that night.
The vow "I will surpass him", although it was extremely certain at the time, but now that I think about it, I feel a little bit murmuring in my heart.
However, Lu Shanling in front of him...or Master, had given him the hope of repenting and working hard. The two cups of tea in front of them not only represent comfort, but also a gentle smile to let go of the past between the two of them.
How could Bai Wuque not be moved? His steps became faster and faster until he reached the table. He bowed down, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.
Instantly, the hot fragrance filled my lips and tongue. The lingering warmth made him feel even more foolish about himself before, as well as a kind of regret that enveloped him.
Lu Shanling looked at him without saying a word.
There was a gentle sound as the bottom of the cup tapped on the table. Bai Wuque took a step back, thinking about Lu Shanling in front of him, and solemnly, he knelt down with a flick of his sleeves.
Lu Shanling narrowed her eyes, then stood up and helped him up.
During this period, the two did not exchange a word.
Until evening, on the sandy shore of Tingzhou, a lone sail sailed against the setting sun, gradually turning into a dot on the river. Lu Shanling leaned on the shore alone, swaying her heels in the wind.
Pick a reed, and soon the reed flowers turn into white wadding and float away. Several of them hung on Lu Shanling's head, and were pulled down with the paws of the clever squirrels on her shoulders.
He threw away the reed and reached out to tease the pet that followed him everywhere. When I looked again, the lone sail on the far river had disappeared.
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The mountain gorge is covered with blood mist. As a lone figure drifts away, hope is rekindled in front of Laojiu Mountain.
The Hanging Deng Monk and Zui Chen Xiang were exploring for days. Due to the need to clear away the influence of the blood mist at any time, the progress was very slow. However, after such a long time, they already had a rough idea of how to deal with it.
Moreover, in this realm where the blood mist is the thickest, efforts made without any human habitation are not in vain.
Lang Chenyan had already left, but the news he brought made everyone stationed here extremely happy.
I thought that their exploration was mostly useless, but I didn't expect that it turned out to be an extremely important part of this counterattack plan.
Everyone who heard the news cheered up again. As if resurrected, everyone's energy was unprecedentedly high.
On the shore where the boat was moored, Zui Chenxiang stared blankly at the blood vessels pulsing under the river beach.
Darkness and chaos, filth and helplessness. They had been here long enough, and it was time to go out for some air.
There was the sound of muddy footsteps behind me. Listening to the jingling of Zen staffs, Zui Chenxiang Zhaoli turned his head.
"Amitabha." The hanging lamp warrior monk approached and bowed first.
Zui Chenxiang nodded in return. Immediately, he lowered his gaze again and glanced at the dark corpse mud at the bottom of his feet.
Afterwards, they were speechless.
Zuichen Township has always been reticent, and the same is true here. The hanging lamp warrior monk was originally a famous figure in Buddhism, and he didn't talk much.
However, after spending this time in this desperate place, the two of them could also feel the hidden passion for each other. Especially after sending away Lang Chenyan, their goal was as clear as ever.
"Master..." Zui Chenxiang spoke first, "Why don't we go to the Blood Mist Cave to have a look, just to be safe."
The hanging lamp monk agreed without hesitation. He picked up his Zen staff and walked side by side with Zui Chenxiang, heading towards the distance where the black mud was raging.
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In Qingyuan Realm, a whole day had passed since that night, and there seemed to be faint movements in the canyon of the Seven Golden Halberd Sects.
The leaders were naturally Fu Yunge and Dongfang Shiming. At this moment, the Longji Mountain Gate was overcrowded.
They are waiting for an opportunity.
The crowd was crowded, but not too noisy. They were all disciples of the Seventh Golden Halberd Sect. The situation was urgent, so they all decided to clean up the queue. There was an atmosphere of tension between them.
The ones at the front were Long Tao and Qing Kun. As the leaders of the dragon and phoenix halberds, after the last melee between the seven sects, they also had the ability to convince the people of the seven sects.
