Xie Wan opened the window in the boudoir on the second floor of Xizhao Inn, leaned out, and looked down at the infatuated man and resentful woman hugging each other next to the wonton stall.
As if touching her heart, a nostalgic smile appeared on her lips and her eyes were gentle.
"Can I come in?" A Ping asked outside the boudoir.
"come in."
A Ping pushed open the door, which was engraved with the image of mandarin ducks playing in the water.
The floor is made of red long boards, which have faded over time and become slightly darker.
The dressing table is made of wenge wood. There are combs and rouge boxes neatly placed in front of the bronze mirror. The rouge box is a gold-plated copper square corner powder box. The box is surrounded by open-carved flowers. The cover is decorated with five blessings and longevity patterns. The comb grate is made of huanghuali. The color is brilliant.
To the right of the dressing table is a rosewood royal couch.
On the left is an eight-treasure canopy bed with double gauze curtains, an outer layer of silk and an inner layer of tulle.
There is a huanghuali cabinet with a vertical top. Next to the cabinet is a washbasin stand. The washbasin is made of copper. A soft silk scarf hangs on the towel rack, and a snow-white soap is placed on the horizontal board.
Most of the paintings hanging on the walls are pictures of fairies, with cicadas in robes and robes, and servant girls with misty temples and clouds.
The six fairy pictures are all of the same person, and his appearance is 70% similar to Xie Wan's.
There is an incense table under each painting, and there are porcelain vases with flowers on the incense table. They are all expensive blue willow leaf vases.
On the three screens in the corner of the boudoir is a delicately painted picture of thousands of flowers sleeping in spring.
"Your belongings are more expensive than Xizhao Inn." He commented.
Xie Wan turned around and chuckled: "Isn't making money just about spending it? What's the difference between a lot of money and a dead thing if it's not spent?"
She held the incense burner with one hand and pointed to the daylilies, iris leaves, rose branches, nandina, phalaenopsis, etc. in the willow vase: "They were all given to me by the little toad after he went up the mountain to collect paint a few days ago."
"He is a young man with a heart."
"Ha, you have a bad heart. Look, the little toad's wings are hard."
"Did he offend you?" A Ping asked.
Xie Wan sneered and said: "Youju Town is about to fall, and Little Toad is hiding something from me. Okay, okay, I wanted to send him away from this whirlpool in advance. In this case, don't blame me for standing idly by."
A Ping frowned: "What happened?"
She told Zhao Chan that he came back to Youju Town early in the morning and told her about his false dealings. Xie Wan even speculated that Zhao Chan must have joined the Demon Slayer Division and felt that he had become a master, regardless of his past kindness.
"I saw him pitifully before and asked him to work as a helper in the inn. Although the money was not much, he could still afford three meals a day. Ha, I never expected that after the little toad became a demon slayer, he would hide from me in the blink of an eye. Tucked him up, and even dared to change the subject and not say where he went last night!"
Xie Wan threw the auspicious beast incense burner with green smoke on the dressing table with a bang, and she was still angry: "It's my fault that I have a compassionate heart and misjudged people. After the little toad's father and mother died of illness, they were cautious about people and things, and they were quick in their hands and feet. That’s why I’m willing to ask him to come to the inn as a helper. Not only do I pay him wages, but I also let him stay and eat for free every now and then.”
There was a pause.
She snorted coldly: "A Ping, you judge, should such a person with duplicity and evil intentions be told to die?"
A Ping was also speechless. However, Zhao Chan did not truly tell her some private matters, so she yelled for him to be beaten and killed. I don't blame the sect for banning her cultivation and driving her out of the mountain, leaving her to fend for herself.
If others were to comment, Xuanwei Sect was too gentle. As Xie Wan was so ruthless and had no one but herself, she should have abolished all her cultivation instead of sealing her and imprisoning her.
"You are talking! What? Senior brother sympathizes with the little toad?" Xie Wan said sarcastically.
A Ping smiled.
"Laughing?! What's so funny? Senior brother is laughing at me because I was bitten by an ungrateful snake like a little toad!" Xie Wan was really angry.
A Ping shook her head and said, "I was indeed laughing at Junior Sister."
"You!" Xie Wan raised her finger and pointed at him, "Okay, okay, after my cultivation level is unsealed, senior brother, complete the tasks assigned to you by the sect!"
"Junior sister, why don't you listen to me first." A Ping was full of confidence.
Seeing Zhao Chan's achievements with his own eyes, such a genius with unique training talents, he will definitely bring back to Xuanwei Sect.
Xie Wan sneered and said, "Senior brother, you can just use your words. Can I still stop you?"
Not at all annoyed by the look Xie Wan gave him, A Ping told in detail what she heard and witnessed after following Zhao Chan to Erniu Mountain last night.
After listening.
Xie Wan shook her head and said: "Senior brother, don't try to coax me. I have been observing Little Toad for many years. He is indeed amazingly talented, but to be able to achieve such a feat, he must at least be in the high-grade body training realm."
"The little toad in your mouth is now in the middle-grade body-forging realm."
"Ha, senior brother is joking again."
"Junior sister doesn't believe my vision. I can understand. You have to believe in my cultivation, right?" A Ping said with a smile, "I can still see clearly whether Zhao Chan is in the physical training realm."
Xie Wan's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise, and she asked repeatedly: "Senior brother, do you dare to swear to heaven?"
"No need to swear, today is August 11th. You said the seal will be released on August 12th. Then you can go and see for yourself." A Ping said.
Xie Wan believed it: "Little Toad... Zhao Chan has an opportunity? Was it the opportunity given to him by the sisters?"
A Ping muttered: "It's not like that. They don't have that much ability."
"That's what Zhao Chan realized on his own. He was a paint picker who climbed mountains and waded in rivers to pick paint. After years of training, he suddenly had an epiphany and became a middle-grade body-forging state."
"Maybe." A Ping tentatively said, "I send Zhao Chan back to Xuanwei Sect. Can we share the credit between us?"
Xie Wan suddenly became arrogant: "You have to be reasonable. I discovered Zhao Chan. I originally planned to send him to Xuanwei Sect. Why did senior brother suddenly get more credit? Didn't senior brother say that Zhou Sheng's grandson was Blessed people, countless blessings will come to them while they are still lying down."
He said awkwardly: "It's pointless to say these words."
"To tell you the truth, I had known that Zhao Chan had excellent qualifications. If I sent him to become a disciple of the Xuanwei Sect, the sect master might, for Zhao Chan's sake, allow me to become a candidate disciple of Zhiwei Peak again.
Alas, a phoenix in distress is worse than a chicken. I have offended many people in the sect before. When they see that I no longer have the status I once had, they will do everything possible to kill me.
Senior brother, why should you snatch this kind of credit from me? You are already a candidate disciple of Appreciating Bamboo Peak. The more credit you receive, the more you gain. "
"Junior sister..."
Xie Wan walked around the blood stains on the floor, grabbed A Ping's hand, and said ambiguously: "Brother, we are also childhood sweethearts. If you can help me, I... I will do whatever you want."
Just now, he yelled at Zhao Chan to kill him, scolding him for being duplicitous, having evil intentions, and being an ungrateful snake.
In the blink of an eye, his attitude changed drastically. He stopped even saying the word "little toad" and called people by their names instead.
A Ping secretly laughed, Junior Sister, you said that Zhao Chan is different from what he looks like, how can you not be two-faced and talk secretly?
"No need, you still don't know the mission that the sect sent me here, I'll tell you now."
"Okay, senior brother, please tell me."
"Xuanwei Sect lost a low-grade spiritual weapon a year ago. It was a counterfeit demon mirror. Rumor has it that this demon mirror ended up in Pan Xi's hands. I am here to recover the lost demon mirror."
Xie Wan replied: "I will definitely help senior brother find the demon mirror."
"No."
"Huh? Is there anything else, senior brother?" Xie Wan asked.
A Ping smiled and said: "When junior sister returns to the mountain, you can say a few kind words to the master of Zhiwei Peak for me. Why don't you give me the demon mirror?"
"Ha, senior brother had been pleading for the people one by one, but in the end, he wanted to take back the credit for the lost spiritual weapon, but also wanted this spiritual weapon. Huh, the people of Wandering Town are nothing more than senior brother's tools."
"Hey, junior sister, forget it if you don't believe it. If there is a way, I really want to save them."
"Senior brother, just choose someone else. There is no need to lie to me."
A Ping suddenly asked: "What should I do after junior sister gets the mountain ghost?"
Xie Wan sighed: "Of course it will be handed over to the sect. Only Zhao Chan's contribution is not enough..."
"You want to save...save that person!"
"We'll talk about it later. Aren't senior brothers curious about why he died in my room?" Xie Wan asked with a mysterious smile.
"He is from that caravan."
"Exactly, my name is Wu He. He wanted to climb into my bed based on a secret. Unfortunately, my clothes-pressing knife likes the blood of a philanderer the most, so I fed him to the knife." Xie Wan seemed to be saying. Ordinary things.
"What's the secret?"
"Wu He said frankly that when their caravan came to visit the town, they saw a bright light halfway up the Evil Mountain."
"Shine brightly? Maybe this is the cave where Pan Xi was reborn! It's really in the Mountain of Evil!" A Ping said in surprise.
"Senior brother, why don't you go to the Evil Mountain to look for it now? And by the way, look for that mountain ghost."
A Ping nodded: "Okay."
Pause.
He added: "I saw the truck left by the business travelers who were eaten by the tiger monster on the mountain road. Wu He died here again. He was probably angry that Zhao Chan beat them in the inn, so he paid to hire a Foreigners serve as killers.”
"Boring." Xie Wan sneered.
…
Sun He stood in front of Nongsui Alley, looking at the people onlookers.
The unkempt old man avoided the sun: "I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals."
"The mold has almost grown enough." Sun He stood with his hands behind his back.
His temperament changed drastically, and the huge black mole on the left side of his face no longer seemed ugly. If Zhao Chan saw him like this, he would definitely wonder if he had been turned into a ghost by a mountain ghost.
"Hey, you little scoundrel dares to take advantage of me?" the old man sneered.
Sun He turned to look at the evil spirit hiding in the shadow of the eaves: "How do you know if I am a evil spirit?"
"you……"
"The road name is Xiaoshui."
"It turns out that this is Master Xiaoshui from our Imperial Heavenly Prison of the Western Tang Dynasty. He is too blind to recognize Mount Tai. I wonder why Master Xiaoshui dare not step into Youju Town?"
"You don't deserve to know."
The musty ghost smiled and said, "You and I are neighbors now, so we should move around more."
Master Xiaoshui asked: "You are a ghost after all. Even if the ghost body is like a human being, there are always various disadvantages."
"Does the real person have a solution?" The evil spirit stopped smiling and bowed his hands.
Master Xiaoshui said: "Of course there are."
"Please give me your advice without hesitation. If it is useful, I will help you lead the horse and ride on it."
He looked up at the sky. It was still a sunny day today and said, "Let's become a patrolling ghost of Feishan with Zhao Chan."
The evil ghost thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, he hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to Master Xiaoshui: "If I can become a patrolling ghost envoy, I... I... thank you so much for your help. Thank you so much for your help."
"Oh, get up. You don't need to kneel down. I'll give you a small thing before that."
"Please tell me, real person."
"Don't move on Nongsui Alley, pick an alley and massacre the people there."
The moldy ghost said in surprise: "Does a real person know about Youju Town..."
"Of course I know that there are many outsiders here. It is precisely because they are not doing anything that I want to help them and get this group of losers who fish in the troubled waters of Youju Town to take action."
"Returning to the real person, I choose Xiaohua Alley. My bad luck will be there at the earliest late at night the day after tomorrow, which is August 13th."
…
The two people hugging each other in full view finally separated.
Zhang Cuicui's eyes were filled with tears whether they were red from wiping or crying. She reluctantly held Yang Yun's hand: "Yang Lang, is what Yang Lang said true?"
Yang Yun also shed tears and choked up: "I once saw a sentence in a storybook, 'There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love'."
"Take me home." She murmured, letting go of the worry hanging in her throat.
"Huh?" Yang Yun didn't hear clearly.
Zhang Cuicui suddenly cried loudly: "Take me home! Go back to our home!"
He nodded heavily and said with a hearty smile: "Okay!"
The two of them ignored the wonton stall, walked through the crowd, and strode towards Chacao Lane on the stone slabs of Caiyan Street.
They ignored the wonton stall, and Zhao Chan stayed to put it away silently. After thinking about it, he took and pushed it to the door of Brother Yang's house in Zhecao Lane.
The door was wide open and the corners on both sides were moldy.
"Brother Yang? Sister-in-law Yang?" Zhao Chan shouted before entering the door.
Not long after, Yang Yun walked out of the house and saw Zhang Cuicui: "Dear brother."
"I sent my sister-in-law's wonton stand."
"Thank you dear brother, just leave it in the courtyard." Yang Yun thanked him.
He did not bow, but Zhao Chan bowed his hands and said, "If I have nothing else to do, I will go to the Demon Slayer Division."
"Brother, walk slowly. Remember to come to my brother's house tonight to drink wedding wine and eat wedding dishes."
"Congratulations to Brother Yang, congratulations to Brother Yang! Congratulations to Sister Cuicui, congratulations to Sister Cuicui!" Zhao Chan gave his heartfelt blessing, "I wish Brother Yang and Sister Cuicui to grow old together for a hundred years and have a son soon!"
"Haha...brother, walk slowly."
After Zhao Chan left, Yang Yun closed the door tightly, lowered the latch, and returned to the house.
Zhang Cuicui was disheveled and sitting shyly by the bed.
She stared at Mr. Ruyi and murmured: "Yang Lang, Yang Lang..."
He sat next to her, held Zhang Cuicui in his arms, and said softly: "It's just like a dream."
"Yang Lang, if I were not a human but a monster, would you still fall in love with me?"
Yang Yun smiled and asked, "What kind of monster is this?"
"Fox demon! Well, he is a fox demon who has achieved some success in practicing within a hundred miles of Youju Town!" Zhang Cuicui said worriedly.
After not hearing Yang Yun's answer for a long time, she instantly complained that she was too talkative. She slowly raised her head from his arms like a child who had said something wrong, only to see Yang Yun looking down at her affectionately.
Only then did I hear him say each word.
"If you were a fox demon, your lifespan should be longer than mine."
"Well, maybe? I don't know." She buried her head again, extremely afraid that Yang Yun would say some heartless words.
As she expected, Yang Yun sighed.
Zhang Cuicui suddenly burst into tears again.
"I'm just worried that I won't be able to stay with you for a long time."
"Yang Lang?"
He seemed to be swearing: "I only know that you are sincerely good to me. No matter whether you are a good person or a monster, as long as I, Yang Yun, have a conscience, I cannot let you down."
Zhang Cuicui suddenly hugged his neck very hard and cried: "Yang Lang, Yang Lang... I would rather die for you."
…
Zhao Chan arrived at the Demon Slaying Department.
Wang Huan's eyes were bloodshot: "Shao Hua and the others are afraid something may have happened."
