Chapter 24: Silent Reflection Returns (2)

  Just drove one away, turned around and changed the medicine jar, another one ran over, and even Void didn't think that one day he would be so popular with kids.

  "What's wrong with you again?"

  Lu Jing's hands were propped under her chin as she sat in front of the medicine stove, looking somewhat dejected.

  "I deceived Daojing, it's really bad."

  "Huh? That kid doesn't look so stupid after all, how did you manage to fool him?"

  "Who says he's not foolish? He has been foolish for over a year already."

  Xu Wuji watched as the fan in his hand was snatched away, so he turned around to brew tea. As he gazed at the rising steam, he couldn't help but think of his senior brother.

  "Master brother usually loved drinking tea, and it was also because of this that he got acquainted with the mysterious hermit, and it was also because of this that he lost his life..."

  Looking at Lu Jian, he also had a melancholic look on his face, he sighed, and perked up.

  "Never mind, let's not talk about this anymore."

  Lu Jian insisted: "Why would someone want to kill Master Wong?"

  Yes, why is that? If it's because of Dao Jing, then why would someone want to kill Dao Jing? It's known that Dao Jing has a celestial register and is the beloved disciple of Xuan Yi Shang Xian, innocent and guiltless. Under the heavens, who dares to harm him? Yet, there are those who harbor murderous intentions. Some matters aren't just personal grudges on the surface; perhaps Shixiong saved someone he shouldn't have, and these people might be targeting him solely for that reason.

  But on the other hand, Dao Jing may not have done anything, but his identity and his master's reputation might become a thorn in some people's eyes.

  What's the point of thinking about these things? In any case, the person is already dead. How can Daojing be calm and how can the Tiandai Mountain behind him be calm? He doesn't care at all, as long as his brother's great revenge is avenged. Whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with himself.

  "His senior brother's name was Wu Chang. He thought that life is impermanent, and sometimes it's not necessary to be too attached. I suppose when he was being harmed, he would still think that this was his fate."

  "But weren't those black-clothed men caught by Yu Gong? Did they say why they did it?"

  Xu Wu shook his head: "Those people would rather die than confess, and the palace master's old illness has relapsed again, letting their leader escape."

  "But also, I don't know what reason you have, why are you insisting on avenging your grandfather's death?"

  "You've only cultivated for less than two hundred years, and you still had great potential. Now you've given all your cultivation to Dao Jing, without him, how could you have died?"

  Lu Jing lowered his head at these words, but after thinking for a moment, he still didn't understand and asked: "But Dao Jing is only fifteen years old, what can he do?"

  "He grew up in Xian Shan, enjoying worldly offerings for so many years, isn't he still young? Shouldn't he do something about it?"

  "This statement is a bit extreme," Lu Jian argued, "You say that Master Hong is over 100 years old and still has great potential, but then you also say that Jing is already not a child at the age of 15. Isn't this a bit of an exaggeration?"

  "You... what do you know?" Xū Wú's old face turned slightly red, he snatched the fan from her hand and focused on watching the medicine pot, ignoring her again.

  The room was silent, the atmosphere was awkward, Lu Jian lowered his head and twisted his belt, occasionally raising his head to glance at Xū Wú Jí, who had a "I'm annoyed, don't bother me or I'll scold you" expression on his face. Lu Jian wondered if he was just too stupid to understand, and that's why Xū Wú Jí was angry?

  After hesitating for a long time, she slowly crept over, climbed to the edge of the bed, and carefully opened her mouth: "Grandfather Wuji, can I ask you something?"

  He glanced at her and grunted: "Ask quickly!"

  "Oh, and when will you give me the antidote?"

  “……”

  His old face turned red again, and Huanhuan really forgot about this matter.

  But out of face-saving considerations, he still put on a straight face and asked, "What's wrong with you and Duanmu Zhenyang?"

  Shaking head

  "In that case, then so be it, what's the point of explaining?"

  "Huh? Why didn't you understand?"

  He flaunted his age, thick-skinned and recklessly boasting that Luojia was originally a spirit of grass and wood, but not an ordinary cultivator who had attained the Dao. Spirits cannot maintain human form for long periods, yet you can; presumably, you have experienced some kind of fortunate coincidence. Your primordial spirit is stable, but you lack control over your own spiritual energy, and unintentionally reveal your aura. This is also why even a common earth immortal like him could detect her identity.

  Since it's like that, why not just hide your spiritual power? Anyway, you won't be using any spells or needing to use spiritual power. You've been living quite freely this period of time, so just live like an ordinary person, isn't that good?

  As for Duanmu Xiangyang, the medicinal properties on his body have already dissipated. He has no experience in traveling the jianghu and previously didn't realize he needed to restrain his cultivation. After this incident, he will probably be more mindful of it.

  "This isn't right, I shouldn't be worried about the goat, but the goat will still worry about me. Although I don't know how to cast spells and to be honest, I don't even know what spiritual energy is used for, but that's still my stuff, can't just lose it like that."

  "I didn't take away your spiritual power, and no one can take it away from you. Without your spiritual energy, you would be like your senior brother without his cultivation, but the difference is that even if he loses his cultivation, he's still a person. If you lose your spiritual power, you'll definitely turn back into your original plant form. Now, you're still in this little girl shape, which means your spiritual power is still intact within your body. If I let you run around with your spiritual power, I'm telling you that the monsters outside love to catch and eat small spirits like you who are full of spiritual energy but can't do anything. It's better for you to stay like this. When you find a good master like Dao Jing one day, he will naturally help you resolve this."

  "But I'm still unhappy, I can't even communicate with little grass, little flowers and little tree friends."

  "What's the big deal? Grass and trees only know about their own little world, but humans have a much broader horizon. Every time a person grows up, it means saying goodbye to the past and facing new life. Do you understand?"

  Lu Jing stupidly tilted his head, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and honestly said: "I don't understand."

  “……”

  Duanmu Chengyang returned to the room and vented for half a day, but in the end, he still habitually slumped his shoulders and lowered his face, letting out a long sigh "Alas!"

  It's also boring to be alone, he took out a small book from under the pillow, which was given by his master. Some of the spells on it he had already learned, and some he couldn't learn for the time being. He didn't know when he could practice with his master again, now he thought about whether he should find someone in Tong Chen Palace to teach him.

  Is Master Yu's palace okay? He is ill.

  Is he sick? I always feel that this person is too casual, and in the future, we must not take his medicine. Moreover, this person may not be able to understand this immortal family's secret recipe.

  After some thought, there is indeed a suitable candidate. This person comes from an orthodox immortal family and has received good education since childhood. He also looks quite harmonious, so I should be able to ask him for advice.

  "Being sensitive and eager to learn, not ashamed to ask questions, not ashamed to ask questions...". Du Mu Yang muttered to himself all the way, making psychological preparations for himself, until he arrived at the small gate of Dao Jing's residence.

  "Way..."

  The air was clear and vast, Dao Jing was practicing a set of palm techniques in the courtyard, light as a feather, heavy as thunder. The transition between lightness and heaviness was smooth and effortless. It seemed to be a gentle exercise for cultivating one's body and nature, but Dao Jing's every move, every gesture, was full of sharp and fierce momentum.

  Duanmu Chengyang had just made a sound when he froze in place, until Dao Jing discovered himself and felt extremely embarrassed, hastily turning around to run away.

  Dao Jing did not stop him, letting him go. Only after he turned around did he say with a smile: "The soul-calling technique originated from the southern border witchcraft, who improved and refined it into an orthodox Taoist method, I happen to know a thing or two."

  Seeing him stop in his tracks, Dao Jing continued: "If you still want to find your master, I might be able to help you." Looking at Duanmu Zhenyang turning back, Dao Jing sincerely nodded in gratitude: "Consider it a repayment for your righteous assistance in helping Jiaolong find me."

  "Really?" Duanmu Chengyang had never thought that Dao Jing was so pleasing to the eye before. Previously, he actually disliked him because he was afraid that Dao Jing would look down on him. Now, he no longer had such petty thoughts. He truly admired Xuan Yi Shangxian, and now he thought that the disciple of Shangxian must also be a gentleman. "He's even younger than me by several years," Duanmu Chengyang thought to himself, feeling both admiration and secretly encouraging himself. If he could really see his master again, he would definitely work hard and make progress, no matter what, he couldn't let the disciple of another family surpass the disciple of his own master.

  Dào Jìng didn't know the twists and turns in his heart, but sat upright under the corridor and replied straightforwardly: "Of course it's true." However, he suddenly changed his tone, gazing straight into his eyes with a kind yet unyielding expression: "But first, you must tell me when you met your master, and how you searched for him?"

  "This is a long story" Du Mu Chengyan sniffled and sat down, recounting everything from when he met his master to how his master taught him magic, and then about his master leaving behind a book before parting ways. He continued on to tell the tale of how he later met Luo Jia in Su Shan, all the way up until now, telling it clearly and thoroughly.

  After listening to the silent and motionless voice, he said: "I have a plan for Master's affairs, but I should think carefully about it for a while." Daoying happily ran out to find Lu Jian to share this good news.

  His hand clenched into a fist, already numb and senseless, staring blankly at the dark purple mark on his palm, his heart churning with emotions. No longer caring about anything else, in a flash of clarity, the young man's figure vanished into the courtyard.

  "Ow, ow, don't pinch me, it hurts! Don't you know?" In the small pharmacy, Duanduan Yan Yang dodged frantically. Just now, he had only told her that they would soon find news of their master, which was a good thing. Who could have predicted that Lu Jian would suddenly turn against him?

  "Aren't you afraid that if I find my master, we won't be together anymore? Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person." He said defensively while hiding. Ever since he met Lu Jian, it seemed like he had been constantly suffering from setbacks, whether it was mentally or...

  "Ah! It hurts so much, stop it! Stop it!" Du Mu Yang howled like a slaughtered pig, feeling as if his ears were about to be twisted off by the deer arrow.

  Lu Jian was both angry and flustered, at this moment he couldn't say a word, the strength in his hands increased, and he fiercely twisted twice before letting go.

  "I'm so angry I could die!"

  It's already annoying that Xū Wú is being taught a lesson, but now there's another problem with Lù Jiàn. What did he do to provoke someone today? No matter what he says, it's all wrong. Even if Muddy is still a bit stubborn, Duān Mù Cháng Yǎng's face turned stern: "If you're not happy, I'll just leave."

  Lu Jing's face turned red with rage as he gritted his teeth and cursed, "You... what can I say to you? Didn't Yu Gongzhu tell us yesterday not to tell Dao Jing about his master's injury? Has your brain been eaten by sheep? How could you have said it?"

  "Uh..."