From the northern boundary Qing Miao World in front, to the middle boundary Chang'an domain hanging Qing Miao Palace flying flag, the appearance of a pure white palace of flying boat flipping clouds, leaving a brilliant tail flame in the sky.
As the 20,000th birthday of Master Zheng Dongliu of the Ten Thousand Roads Sect is celebrated, they have invited all tribes. Therefore, the Qing Miao Palace, which is attending the birthday banquet, has also presented an appropriate level of grandeur.
The palace master, along with two vice-palaces and three elders as leaders, and several disciples, are all accompanying the delegation.
Because such a banquet cannot be held without the process of the disciples of various sects to exchange skills.
"Palace Master, it's your turn... Palace Master, Palace Master?" Gu Chenxi, one of the vice-palaces of Qing Miao Palace, looked at Xiao Yinruo with some confusion. She had never seen the palace master in such a state before.
"Hmm?" Coming back to herself, Xiao Yinruo glanced at the chessboard, let out a sigh of relief, and said to the other vice-palace master watching the game, Yi Bayao, "You take over for me. I'm going out to get some fresh air."
As they watched the palace master leave, Gu Chenxi and Yi Bayao looked at each other with confusion in their eyes, "What's wrong with the palace master?"
Xiao Yinruo, who had come outside, looked at Zhuonannizhi, who was also blowing in the wind, and her eyes involuntarily became complex.
The scene that Xiao Yinruo saw in the Tranquil Mind Pavilion rose to her mind again, and she couldn't help but ponder, "If a place for seclusion can be so 'frightening,' then what kind of 'bridegroom's scene' would the small Tingen Temple, where Nanzhi usually resides, be like?"
Even more exaggerated?
Just thinking about it, Xiao Yinruo felt goose bumps all over her body.
After two days of contemplation, Xiao Yinruo felt that Nanzhi's behavior was likely due to a 'disease,' a kind of madness caused by the practice of wrong spiritual cultivation.
However, as Nanzhi is endowed with the Incomparable Immaculate Body, she cannot be troubled by heart demons, so this is a simple 'disease' caused by Lu Jian'an.
'The symptom of love is a disease? No, it can't be true. If that's the case, she must have fallen in love too deeply and won't be able to continue on the path of forgetting emotions, while Nanzhi has already merged with Dao...'
A look of concern flickered in Xiao Yinruo's eyes. As the palace master of Qing Miao Palace, she actually had an idea brewing in her heart.
That is, Nanzhi's possessiveness has reached a pathological degree.
Because although she had not seen it, she had heard of the female cultivators from Qing Miao Palace who had walked a similar Forgetting Emotions Dao.
She had never imagined that Nanzhi would also have such a temperament—was it something she had developed from reading about related predecessors in the palace texts all these years while in deep meditation?
Xiao Yinruo doesn't know, but she is clear about the fate of such female cultivators—they become increasingly crazy.
She doesn't want Nanzhi to become such a crazy hag.
In her line of sight, the warm summer wind blowing through Zhuonannizhi's deep-blue hair, stirring up the turquoise drop earrings dangling from her earlobes.
She extended her hand as if to feel the warm wind, the thin sleeves sliding from her wrists. The sunlight revealed a smooth skin as jade and shimmering, dazzlingly alluring, making Xiao Yinruo feel a momentary illusion of competing with the sunshine for color.
Xiao Yinruo couldn't help but glance at the scene more than once, her heart filled with more doubts: Since Nanzhi has a somewhat pathological possessiveness for Lu Jian'an, why hasn't she shown any signs of 'loving madness'?
Xiao Yinruo wondered, "Even though she is about to meet the person she has been longing for, why does she still look so cold and divine?"
"Nanzhi." Xiao Yinruo called softly.
Zhuonannizhi seemed to be startled for a moment, then turned around and bowed to Xiao Yinruo: "Teacher."
Under the sunlight, Zhuonannizhi's skin shone like jade carved, emitting a faint glimmer. It was as delicate as a newborn baby, without the slightest flaw.
With slightly misty eyes, her deep blue eyes filled with moisture and a touch of dreaminess, her cheeks flushed with red. Thus, the coldness was added with a few touches of beauty.
She wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but Xiao Yinruo seemed to feel a slight tremble in her disciple's voice?
And why did her cheeks seem to be slightly flushed?
Sunburned?
After Zhuonannizhi finished her bow, she pursed her pink lips and her voice had already returned to its coldness: "Disciple has a question that she wants to ask the Teacher Master."
Watching Zhuonannizhi who seemed to be acting normally, Xiao Yinruo suppressed her thoughts and smiled slightly, "Ask your question."
Zhuonannizhi looked at Xiao Yinruo's eyes, softly opening her mouth, "When I returned to the palace, you asked if the student Lu Jian'an had been turned into a sword spirit by the Teacher Master. Why did you think the student would do such a thing?"
Xiao Yinruo took a step forward to stand by her side: "Because there have been elders and disciples in the palace who have had similar experiences in the past."
Zhuonannizhi turned to look at the vast sky: "How come I haven't seen that?"
"Falling into it and unable to get out, and finally leaving," Xiao Yinruo looked at the side profile of her good disciple: "The palace is worried about you as well..."
"Disciple won't," Zhuonannizhi shook her head: "Their departure can only mean that they didn't love deeply enough, it was their own fault. The student is different."
In the student's understanding, forgetting is not the same as being indifferent. 'Forgetting' is the essence, while 'emotion' is attachment. The predecessors who left were too attached, and thus they ignored the essence of 'forgetting'.
Xiao Yinruo's eyes narrowed slightly: "The Supreme Forgetting Emotions is not Indifference. Through understanding human emotions, one focuses on cultivating one's heart." She looked at Zhuonannizhi and asked, "Do you think you have understood this?"
Zhuonannizhi's expression was calm: "Understanding doesn't mean letting go. For the student, to have feelings without being burdened, feelings are the student's desires, love is the student's power, that's all."
Xiao Yinruo thought that it wasn't without reason that Nanzhi was able to merge with the Dao so quickly.
"Since that's the case..." Xiao Yinruo folded her arms across her chest: "You are about to meet your 'sir', why not smile?"
Zhuonannizhi turned her head to look at Xiao Yinruo: "Teacher, you don't walk the path of Forgetting Emotions for personal love and affection, so you don't understand."
"Hehe..."
Xiao Yinruo felt as if she was looked down upon by her disciple.
"Even the spiritual fruits I've eaten are longer-lived than you, and you say I don't understand..."
Xiao Yinruo was silent for a few seconds, seemingly he really didn't understand.
Spit!
The palace has its own path of Forgetting Emotions. What does it matter if anyone understands it?
Xiao Yinruo's gaze shifted downwards, landing on Zhuonannizhi's waist, where an ice-white jade pendant was located. He had not noticed it before, but when he focused his attention on it, he saw that a seated Lu Jian'an was clearly carved inside the smooth jade!
"..."
Xiao Yinruo was even more confused in her silence. If she cared so much, why did it seem that Nanzhi wasn't very emotional about it?
"Teacher, the disciple will go back to the room first."
"Hmm..."
Watching Zhuonannizhi's retreating figure, Xiao Yinruo closed her eyes and pondered. Nanzhi knows a lot about the path of Forgetting Emotions, so she shouldn't be like this, so cold and aloof.
Intentional demeanor?
Not likely, though...
Bang!
The single-person room inside the flying ship, Zhuonannizhi closed the door as soon as she entered, her slender body leaning against the door frame. The knees of her long skirt softened, and she touched them together lightly, as if they were trembling.
A blush colored her classical features, her breathing was quick, and her deep blue eyes shimmered with love.
"Aa ~ My husband ~ The apprentice really, really misses you so much ~"
Zhuonannizhi's eyes were hazy. These past two weeks, every time she thought of her husband, she felt like she was drowning in longing. She drew and sculpted him, but she resisted her own desires and didn't touch herself...
Because she wanted to leave it for her husband ~ So that her husband would know how much she missed him ~
Sliding slowly to the floor, she cupped her hot cheeks in her hands, and the voice from her throat was filled with obsession.
"The wife is already trying to maintain the status of the Qing Miao Palace's celestial maiden, Master, you have to properly 'torture' the 'cold celestial maiden' according to you ~"
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