The two of them lost track of time when they were fooling around in Yun Cuo’s mansion. In the past three days, Xue Huai has never gotten out of bed. Only when he was hungry would Yun Cuo reluctantly stroke his head and then go cook for him.
The ingredients were the same ones they bought a few days ago. The two of them cooked casually. Xue Huai wrapped himself in an outer robe and guided Yun Cuo in cooking, but in the end, they would always roll around together again.
They messed up the Xiushan Jade stove in the dark basement, with a fairy fire burning and flickering beside it. Xue Huai hugged Yun Cuo’s neck and smiled at him, even his voice no longer sounded like his own—hoarse and debauched, with a deep attachment and stickiness.
He looked up at Yun Cuo’s face with fascination—handsome and charming, faintly revealing the cold and solemn shadow of the man that would dominate Xianzhou in the future. He could make the hearts of countless young men and women flutter, but when he looked at him, there was a childlike softness between his eyes.
In the end, the rice burnrd again. The two of them scraped off the burnt edges and reluctantly ate it.
Yun Cuo cooked deer milk congee, it was almost boiled dry, so he reluctantly added some water. He also added too much vanilla, so the aroma smelled somewhat false. It was just that Xue Huai ate very happily. After he finished half a bowl, he licked his lips and looked at him with his moist red eyes and was carried to bed.
For three days and three nights, Xue Huai couldn’t even remember how many times they had done it. It seemed like an absurd and bizarre dream. Yun Cuo gently peeled off his usually aloof and thinned skin, discovering the side of him that was hidden by desire. He also brought out Yun Cuo’s unprecedented aggressiveness and possessiveness. Both of them are first-timers, but they both have a tacit understanding that they are compatible, from skin to bone, from every inch of hair to every drop of blood, as if they were born to exist for this moment.
Later, Yun Cuo stopped and barely found a trace of clarity in his chaotic mind: “Xue Huai, you can’t do it anymore. Didn’t you say that you’re going to cross the calamity? We need to go back.”
Xue Huai clung to him tightly, his eyes dazed and full of tears that made people blush and their hearts beat fast. “Who said that? Come again, come again.”
He realizes quite egregiously that Yun Cuo is really just talking. In fact, Yun Cuo was more impatientl and wanted him uncontrollably. He teased him with a smile, like a seductive fairy: “Come again, Yun Cuo, Young Immortal Lord Yun, husband, Xianggong1Xianggong also refers to husband, but in a polite and respectful way..”
But Yun Cuo got angry with him. His throat was clearly dry, and his mind was filled with Xue Huai’s calls. He almost couldn’t hold on, but he still managed to pick Xue Huai up, put him on the ground, and take him to rest and wash up.
Only when Xue Huai got down to the ground did he realize how painful it was. His whole body is in pain, inside and out, his legs were trembling when he stood up. His whole body seemed to be empty, and a tingling pain spread throughout his body, painful no matter what.
To detach from the mist is like being awakened by someone while sleeping in, the outside world is dull and uninteresting.
Yun Cuo noticed this and did not let him get off the ground. He held him the whole time and whispered, “You know it’s terrible now? Don’t make a fuss, I’ll go get you ointment.”
Xue Huai obediently allowed him to soak him in the spring water, then gently wiped him with a soft towel and applied a mild ointment. He lays under the quilt, watching Yun Cuo frantically search for clothes for him.
Fortunately, they remembered to wash their clothes beforehand.
Yun Cuo put his clothes on for him with patience and interest. When told to raise his hands, he raised his hand. Then Xue Huai propped himself up and kneeled on the bed, letting Yun Cuo come over and reach out to button and adjust his collar.
Xue Huai embraced his waist and tilted his head to smile, saying, “When you put on your clothes, I couldn’t even recognize you anymore.”
They are still in the afterglow of being confused after indulging.
Yun Cuo stroked his head and said, “Do you like it?”
Xue Huai nodded.
They walked out and wanted to go to Huangquan Mountain to pay homage to Xue Huai’s mother.
Xue Huai’s legs were constantly hurting and trembling, so Yun Cuo grabbed his hand and made him lean against his side. Dongzhou is small, and there are people who know them everywhere. Yun Cuo insisted on avoiding pedestrians and took Xue Huai down a less traveled path, holding hands with him.
Sometimes he would happily clasp his hands and shake them like a child. He also didn’t allow Xue Huai to leave him even a step. On the way, he chattered to him a lot. “Xue Huai, you can follow me from now on. The two of us will be a family, and you can live anywhere you want… There is a Liuli Spring in the Demon Realm, and I heard that the scenery there is very good. Do you want to go and see it?”
Xue Huai was a little tired but still answered him patiently and chatted with him casually.
He is actually not someone who has big plans for the future. Who can tell what will happen in the future?
Yun Cuo was much more anxious than him. It was as if he couldn’t wait to tie him up by his side and let them be together completely: “Xue Huai, how about we get married when we go back?”
Xue Huai didn’t even think about it. “Don’t want to.”
Yun Cuo was stunned. “Why not?”
Xue Huai rubbed his temples and said, “Yun Cuo, it’s too fast. Give me some time. Yun Cuo, alright? We’re only seventeen, even in the Demon Realm, where they married early, it’s still a bit too early.”
Yun Cuo said, “Alright.”
But whatever Xue Huai says, he always agrees, sometimes it was impossible to do the math too. He took a deep look at Xue Huai, silently clenched his hands, and lowered his gaze to look at the path beneath his feet.
Xue Huai noticed and smiled. “What are you afraid of, Yun Cuo? I only have you now, and you are the only one who can make the decisions. Are you still afraid that I will run away?”
Yuncuo whispered, “Then you have to promise that you will… marry me.”
Xue Huai stood on tiptoe and rubbed his head. He knew that it was futile to reason with this child, so he decided to discuss this topic with him later.
It was raining in Dongzhou today, so not many people came. The bluestone road of Huangquan Mountain was as clean as a mirror, and the red spider lilies on the roadside were dilapidated, creating a desolate scene.
Xue Huai kneeled in front of Murong Mi’s tomb and offered incense, whispering, “Mother, I have avenged you. Although I know that if you knew about this, you would definitely scold me for wasting my time, hurting others and myself, and it would not look good to tear each other apart, but son just wanted to do this. I came to tell you. I will not let anyone bully us again.”
He offered incense. Seeing Yun Cuo looking a little uneasy, he smiled and softly said, “Also, Mother, I brought your son-in-law here. Take a look at him. Is the Daoist partner I chose good or not?”
Yun Cuo followed him and kneeled down, burning incense in front of the cold tombstone with great nervousness.
He said, “Auntie, I will protect Xue Huai and treat him well for the rest of my life.”
Xue Huai watched from the side for a while, then his eyes curved and he pulled him up. “Alright, my mother must have heard it. She always likes my taste and will definitely think you are very good too. Let’s go.”
Yun Cuo let out an “En”, stood up, took his hand and go back.
The immortal barrier above their heads had not yet been removed—Xue Huai looked up at the gorgeous light curtain in the sky. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind, and he asked him, “I haven’t confessed to you before that I have reached the Yindan stage, and there are still three big thunder calamities to cross. How did you come up with the idea of building an immortal barrier for me?”
Yun Cuo paused and said, “I just want to create an immortal barrier for you so others know that you are someone who is protected by my name, that’s all. Xue Huai, you must not hide such important things from me in the future, understand?”
Xue Huai muttered, “But when I told you that I was reborn, I also didn’t see you believe me.”
Yun Cuo didn’t say anything. After hearing this, he curled the corners of his lips, then restrained his smile.
They wiped Murong Mi’s tombstone and incense table. Xue Huai felt pain in his body, so Yun Cuo didn’t let him do anything. He just asked him to go down the mountain first and wait for the green bird to come and pick them up.
The sound of rain was dripping, and Yun Cuo was halfway through wiping when he suddenly noticed something strange—
Behind the tombstone, the place where the red spider lily was planted was washed by rain, revealing a slightly different color, with a golden and silver hue.
He gently brushed the dust off.
Under the red spider lily was buried an old silver plate, nailed with a plum blossom nail, with a few words scribbled on it: “The coffin was opened in the nineteenth year of the winter in Xianzhou. The person who raised the spirit: Xue Zong, never forget.”
Nineteen years into the winter in Xianzhou, it was Xue Huai’s fourteenth birthday.
It was also two years after Mrs. Liu married into the Xue family.
Did Xue Zong open the coffin at that time?
The four words “never forget” are engraved particularly deeply, piercing people’s eyes.
Yun Cuo stared at the four words silently for a moment, then stretched out his hand and made a spell. In a moment, a dark underworld faithful crow fluttered onto his arm. “Young Immortal Lord, what’s the matter?”
“Xue Huai’s father had this coffin opened a few years ago, right?” Yun Cuo asked with a frown.
The faithful crow replied, “Yes, Young Immortal Lord.”
“So he didn’t condone that woman bullying Xue Huai and deceased Auntie, but only discovered the true face of the person next to him a few years later?” Yun Cuo asked. “He came to open the coffin to verify this matter?”
The faithful crow giggled and said, “Young Immortal Lord, why bother asking me about things that can be seen through the Mind-Viewing Technique? You might as well ask me directly whether the head of the Xue family has any other hidden secrets and whether he still loves Young Master Xue Huai?”
“Your answer?”
“My answer is yes. Young Immortal Lord, everything in the world cannot be explained by the two words right or wrong.” The faithful crow cackles, hangs upside down, and disappears in an instant.
When Yun Cuo came down, Xue Huai was already wrapped in a blanket and fell asleep on the golden carriage pulled by the green bird.
He leaned over and climbed into the carriage, signaling the golden-winged bird to pull the chariot forward gracefully, taking them into the clouds.
This time they were still not going to the Murong Immortal Sect but to a forest clinic on another immortal continent. They will wait there for Xue Huai’s thunder calamity to come and wait for him to recuperate before returning to practice.
The old Daoist priest that Xue Huai found last time was really good at predicting things. After ten days, his three thunder calamities came down on the eleventh day.
Yun Cuo built an immortal barrier for him, and Xue Huai also had the healing Qi to protect his body, so nothing went wrong. But Xue Huai still almost lost half his life, sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake, and had to rely on Yun Cuo for many things.
On this day, he felt better and woke up to find that Yun Cuo was not by his side, so he decided to go out and take a walk on his own.
He has never been to this immortal continent before, and the customs and traditions are different from those of Dongzhou. He has always been straightforward and cheerful, and he can easily chat with people whenever he wants. Someone soon mentioned his Daoist partner and said, “Hey, young man, you came out alone today? Where is your Daoist partner?”
Xue Huai didn’t even think about it. “I don’t know.”
Another medicine boy passing by interrupted and said, “It seems that there was a letter from Dongzhou. Your Daoist partner went to receive it.”
Dongzhou?
Xue Huai thought about it and immediately became a little hesitant—he didn’t know anyone else in Dongzhou, so the person who sent him a letter at this time could only be Xue Zong.
He thanked the medicine boy and then slowly walked back to his room to wait.
When he got there, he saw Yun Cuo looking for him everywhere. When he saw him, his eyes lit up: “Xue Huai ge, where have you run off again?”
Xue Huai glanced at him and said, “Nothing, I got up and take a walk.”
Yun Cuo said, “It’s too dangerous. Can you wait for me next time?”
Xue Huai did not answer his question. He looked at Yun Cuo, tilted his head and asked, “Where is the letter?”
Yun Cuo was stunned, “What letter?”
“Don’t play dumb. That old father of mine wrote me a letter, didn’t he?” Xue Huai’s expression was calm and peaceful, with a bit of quiet curiosity. “Have you read it? What did he write?”
As their relationship became closer, Xue Huai felt that it was no big deal to let Yun Cuo read his letters, especially since Yun Cuo had been angry and spoiled with him, protesting that he never told Yun Cuo about receiving love letters from others. After they got together, most of his letters were thrown directly to Yun Cuo, and he only showed him the letters that needed his reply.
Yun Cuo’s body tensed up, and he moved his fingers.
In his sleeve was a letter that had been passed between Dongzhou—Murong Mountain Sect—and the three medical centers. It was an apology letter from Xue Zong to Xue Huai.
Xue Zong wrote in the letter, “Father apologizes for hitting you that day. I can’t get into the Murong Immortal Sect. I don’t know how you’ve been doing recently. Father did something wrong; don’t be angry, Xiao Hua. Father has his own reasons for doing this; don’t ask, and don’t get involved. You are still young, let us elders solve these things. If you are safe, write a letter back to Father, alright?”
Yun Cuo replied in a low voice: “Nothing, it was just some unpleasant words, I will burn them for you.”
Xue Huai was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then hugged the quilt and said lightly, “Alright.”
And he didn’t ask anymore.
He lay quietly on the bed all afternoon, flipping through a weapon manual, not saying much. People who are sick are prone to restlessness and laziness, and Xue Huai is especially lazy, like a kitten.
Yun Cuo tried every way to make him laugh, cheer him up, and clumsily find topics to talk about.
He said softly, “Xue Huai, Xue Huai ge, don’t be unhappy. You still have me. Let’s think about the flowers we want to plant in our home after the wedding, alright? Do you like early cherry blossoms?”
Xue Huai was distracted by him and talked to him for a while. Then, due to the aftereffects of the thunder calamities, he fell asleep in his arms again.
Yun Cuo held him earnestly and stared at him seriously, making sure he was sleeping soundly, and he dares not move.
He was a thief, like a child who is about to freeze to death on a snowy day, he throws away his dignity and right and wrong, snatches the hot water bottle from the shopkeeper’s stall, and runs away. That warm thing burned his heart, even if others beat him, scolded him, and forced him into a blocked alley, he would die there with his body bent, preferring to die than let go.
He whispered, “All you need is me… All you need is me, and that’s enough.”
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