Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 413 Jianghu

When parting, we longed for reunion a thousand times, but when we were together, it felt as if we were on opposite shores.

Zhu Wuyao was still able to trust Ji Yuezhang wholeheartedly, but the long separation did not bring her grief. She could no longer joke around with the newly awakened Ji Yuezhang as she had sixteen years ago.

She seemed to realize this.

After being exposed by an old friend whom he had just met, he felt both annoyed and relieved.

Her anger stemmed from the fact that she hadn't created a better scenario for Ji Yuezhang's reunion.

They actually saw through their scheme.

On the contrary, she, who had just awakened after being asleep for sixteen years, had to worry about him as soon as she opened her eyes.

Zhu Wuyao lay back, her hair spreading across the soft grass, and said:

"This is not the reunion I had envisioned."

"After you disappeared, the people of Nanli City, grateful for your kindness in controlling the water, erected a statue and built a temple in your honor. The statue was so lifelike that I wanted to take you to see it and make fun of you in person."

"I haven't been to Nanli City in all these years."

"I wonder if that osmanthus wine shop is still there."

"We only saved one person who was supposed to die, the little girl you pushed to me. She survived, but I don't know how she is doing now."

"I'm too busy..."

"The act of making a bet can be used to find your traces, but the prerequisite is to establish a good relationship. Later on, I couldn't even distinguish whether I was doing good deeds according to my heart or for the sake of establishing a relationship."

Shen Anzhi took on a disciple.

“His apprentice resented me, but out of respect for his grandfather, I never held it against him. I’ve been quite lenient.”

"But the Star-Picking Tower did not let him go."

"Ye Xiaozhou and I have a very good relationship, we can be said to be able to live and die together. I know she has done a lot of evil, but she has never killed innocent people indiscriminately in front of me, so I don't want to find out what she has done."

"Your grandfather once wrote a letter that really touched my heart. He didn't curse me, but it still made me feel bad."

“Zhaixinglou is also plotting against me. I’m not that angry, but I’m angry that I’m not capable enough to retaliate.”

"I lost contact with him for many years. When I saw Gu Lang again, he wanted to ask about you, but he seemed afraid that I would get annoyed if he heard too much. It was actually a bit funny... Haha."

"..."

Zhu Wuyao was talking about all sorts of random things.

His words were incoherent and illogical; he seemed to want to curse everyone he mentioned, displaying a resentful and irritable demeanor.

She lay on her back, starlight flowing in her eyes, and before she knew it, Ji Yuezhang lay down beside her.

Those few storybooks were scattered around me.

For Ji Yuezhang, the stories in the vernacular books were far less captivating than the ones Zhu Wuyao had described.

She was slightly disappointed.

Many stories were missed.

It seems that this has caused A-Yao a lot of trouble.

As she finished speaking, Ji Yuezhang twirled a stray strand of Zhu Wuyao's hair between her fingers and turned her head to ask:

"It sounds like... the whole world has wronged you, so what about me? Haven't I caused you even more trouble?"

The question sounded both angry and serious.

It seemed like a joke, yet it couldn't hide the apology. It was as if her existence, and her willfulness that day, had caused Zhu Wuyao to be constantly on the move and added many hardships to the past sixteen years.

May Wuyao's incessant chatter cease.

She turned her head slightly to meet Ji Yuezhang's gaze and said:

"Your existence is the reason I forgive this world."

She raised her finger and gently stroked Ji Yuezhang's hair.

As the spiritual energy in her palm fluctuated silently, the person looking at her lost focus and fell back into the dream.

Zhu Wuyao supported the unconscious Ji Yuezhang and laid him flat on the grass.

If we continue, we'll have to talk about how she came to the far south and how she destroyed the Queshan clan.

She draped Ji Yuezhang's clothes back over him.

He stuffed the few storybooks, along with the storage bags that had been separated, into the sleeping person's arms.

Stand up.

Entrusting half of his fortune to an old friend, he puts the past behind him, and the storms subside.

Carrying half his fortune with him, his face covered in dust, he ventures once more to the mountains and seas.

Not long after she stepped out of the protective barrier she had set up, Gu Yiguan's figure appeared in front of her not far away.

"You're being rather disappointing, Senior Sister Gu."

"You were unaware of my presence before you met me, and the feeling of reunion has not been ruined by me, so how can you say it's disappointing?"

Zhu Wuyao glanced back at Ji Yuezhang.

Then he said:

"Change somewhere."

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On the opposite mountain peak.

Zhu Wuyao found a flat rock to sit on. This was a good spot; she could see the spiritual barrier where Ji Yuezhang was, but she wouldn't be able to detect her.

She turned and glanced at the little girl in Gu Yiguan's arms, and asked:

"Does the Star-Picking Tower really want to make trouble for me?"

Shen Anzhi found one, but that wasn't enough.

Now Gu Yiguan has taken it back.

Gu Yiguan carefully placed the descendant of the Queshan clan in his arms, took two steps forward, walked to Zhu Wuyao's side, and corrected him:

"It is 'our' Star-Picking Tower."

Then, looking towards the opposite mountain where Ji Yuezhang lay asleep, he affirmed:

"You made the right choice."

Gu Yiguan gave his approval.

Zhu Wuyao felt that he was dirty.

She scoffed, turned to look at Senior Sister Gu, and said sarcastically:

"I thought that when I saw you again next time, you would have mastered your skills and made great progress in your cultivation. How come you seem to have made no progress at all?"

Gu Yiguan asked in return, expressionless:

"I thought that, given your personality, you would burst into tears upon reuniting with an old friend and chat for days and nights without a care in the world. Why didn't you seem so triumphant?"

After they had poured their hearts out to each other, they fell silent.

The wind was even more biting at the mountaintop.

Whistling and swirling.

The sword without edge lay across the boulder. Now it had gained sharpness and its power had greatly increased, but Zhu Wuyao was too lazy to even give it a new name.

Her expression was remarkably calm.

It's as if I've already detached myself from it all. The mountains and rivers along the way are like amber sewn into my trousers, and saying more would only be noisy. Those past experiences of traveling through cities and mountains are simply wiped clean.

"She probably won't blame you."

Gu Yiguan said.

Zhu Wuyao shook his head:

"If she is sad, angry, or unable to understand, and stands before me questioning me, I will have a thousand reasons to answer her."

"But you know she won't."

“I was afraid that she might not understand, but she would turn around and try to understand my predicament, and try to find reasons for me.”

Ji Yuezhang would find out and guess about the Queshan clan's affairs sooner or later, and Zhu Wuyao was unwilling to lie to her.

Moreover, there was no safe place for her to be near.

Although Ji Yuezhang was inexperienced and pure-hearted, he was also intelligent. With half of his wealth in his storage bag, he was able to return to the Ji family alone.

The Qingyun Sect cultivators seem to know the inside story of the identity of "Master Silent". It is likely that once Qi Jianxian leaves, it will no longer be able to be kept secret, and who knows what kind of turmoil will ensue.

Back then, amidst the turmoil, I subtly entered the world of martial arts.

Now that old friends have met, Zhu Wuyao and Gu Yiguan stand on the mountaintop, gazing at their old friend from afar.

In the end, only one sentence remains:

"The martial arts world... is utterly boring."