Urzu Mián did not break the invisibility charm, mainly because she was worried that a high-level cultivator might detect her existence. After all, some cultivators will cover their spiritual consciousness to the outside, and if anything goes wrong, they can detect it in the first place.
The room was very quiet, she lifted her eyelids, looked at the opposite dazed Li Xiaolou, and wrote: "Little sister-in-law?"
It seemed to have woken up something; suddenly, Li Xiaolou, with red eyes, burst into tears, crying wildly like a child throwing a temper tantrum, without any semblance of composure, wanting to vent all her grievances and joy at this moment.
"Wu, wa, wa! I knew it, little sister-in-law, you are so powerful, how could you really be dead!"
"Little sister-in-law, why did you only come back now? We all miss you so much and cry and cry……!"
Before Wu Zhuyan could answer, Li Xiaolou's words started to veer off track, and she choked up as she asked, "Little sister-in-law, have you turned into a ghost?"
"Little sister-in-law, can you still eat ice congee after turning into a ghost?"
"Little sister-in-law, do you want me to burn ice congee for you? Five bowls enough? I will burn a few more bowls for you wah wah wah! Do you want to eat something else? I will also burn it over there!"
Wu Zhuyan: "..."
Please stop for a moment.
originally very sad Wu Zhuyan was laughing, cry with difficulty to write.
"Not a ghost, a person. Today, I even ate your spicy rabbit leg."
"I miss you all very much."
"If little sister-in-law you have money, that give me a few more bowls could."
Looking at these lines, Li Xiaolou's mind was momentarily stuck, and her voice trembled: "Spicy rabbit leg... Spicy rabbit leg... Little sister-in-law, it's you! That's your dish?"
She wiped her face with her sleeve, roughly cleaning it, and it hurt a bit, but she didn't mind. Her emotions were somewhat stable now, and she couldn't wait to ask: "Little sister-in-law, what exactly is going on?"
Wu Zhuyan did not hide, she told Li Xiaolou that she had been reborn, wrote that it was a chain of events and climaxes in succession.
This scene couldn't help but remind Li Xiaolou of when she used to listen to her senior sister-in-law tell stories in the past.
She propped herself up on the table, her swollen eyes wide open and staring at the words on the paper intently, as if afraid of missing a single character.
Li Xiaolou's eyebrows and eyes unconsciously curved, and she seemed to see again the little sister-in-law with flying eyebrows, wearing snowy green brocade dress, pearl pins in her hair like butterflies fluttering lightly, and the longsword in her hand as the first dawn after a snowfall, faintly shimmering with golden patterns.
"It's good," she murmured softly, "Little sister-in-law, it's so good that you've returned."
Just as she finished speaking, Li Xiaolou felt a hand touching her head, soft and warm, with a slight soothing meaning.
"Mm." A clear and crisp voice fell on the ears: "Little sister-in-law is here to support you. Those people who bully you, let's beat them all back."
Li Xiaolou didn't speak; she just closed her eyes and slightly tilted her head, as if using her fluffy head to rub against the palm of Wu Zhuyan's hand. Her whole demeanor and posture were unutterably relaxed.
The night grew darker, and the cool wind from the half-opened window blew in. The wind chimes on the bedside table made a fine, fragmented sound, blurring the low murmurs beneath the bed curtain.
In fact, cultivators do not need the kind of sleep understood by ordinary people. Practicing spiritual power can nourish the body, and meditation or contemplation are forms of rest. But in the past, at regular intervals, Wu Zhuyan and her second senior sister and little sister-in-law would lie on one bed and have long talks.
Girls can talk about anything, sometimes saying some secret talks and young emotions; sometimes talking about the sky and earth, freely boasting, saying whatever comes to mind; sometimes they will even argue a little over something.
When the night deepened, they would close their eyes and sleep. They would dream together at night and dress together during the day, as if they shared the same emotions and the same life segment.
Li Xiaolou lay on her side on the pillow. Even though she couldn't see Wu Zhuyan, she still struggled to keep her achy eyes wide open, as if worried that once she fell asleep, her senior sister would disappear again.
Wu Zhuyan looked softened by it, covering her eyes with her hand, and speaking in a voice as gentle as a drowsiness: "Don't worry, sleep well."
This phrase is like a spell that can bring peace of mind, Li Xiaolou's eyelids trembled, finally closing slowly. Before she fell into sleep, she mumbled softly: "Little sister-in-law, please don't leave."
Wu Zhuyan replied patiently, "Yes, I won't go."
The moonlight like a crane's shadow fell on the window sill, and the room gradually became quiet.
*
The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Li Xiaolou, who had been asleep, suddenly opened her eyes and looked over to the side, calling out instinctively, "Little sister-in-law?"
There was no response.
Li Xiaolou was getting anxious, unconsciously raising her hand to slap her cheeks. Is it really a dream?
In her hurry, she didn't apply much force, but quickly a hand grasped her wrist, and a lazily voiced response echoed, "I'm here."
Li Xiaolou breathed a sigh of relief, and her mind returned to its normal state. Finally, she remembered the important matter and said, "Little sister-in-law, when are we going back to Qingshen mountain? I always feel... something may have happened to our sect."
In fact, Wu Zhuyan also had this feeling, but she dared not think deeply.
She pondered for a moment and quickly made a decision: "Let's not rush it. I'll first find someone to get the situation, and since my spiritual essence is still unstable, I plan to go to the Spring Water Festival and visit the Ascension Pavilion to see if there's a way to resolve it or find some useful magical artifacts."
"Otherwise, the situation of the two of us will only get worse. If there's something wrong with our sect, going there will be in vain."
It's not that Wu Zhuyan boasted, but her master alone was an extraordinary swordsman genius of his time. A hundred years ago, he had already reached the beginning of Wuxiang realm, and if he used his full power, few people could make him look bad.
"Um um," Li Xiaolou nodded seriously, "Then in these few days, I'll try to get some good stuff for you to nourish your meridians and spiritual essence well."
"Also," Wu Zhuyan sat up, her voice revealing a hint of sternness: "Your body, you need to get back. Those who bully you, they need to pay the price."
"Revenge hasn't been taken yet, there's no hurry to leave."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaolou's face revealed a helpless and bitter smile: "Little sister-in-law, the words of my father, Yanyang Senior Elder, yesterday you also heard. Since they like the imposter, let me not take this body, it's just that I return their gratitude for giving birth to me."
"From now on... I will no longer be called Li Bilǜyún, nor will I be part of the Li family."
Looking at Li Xiaolou's face, Wu Zhuyan remained silent for a moment before agreeing unconditionally, "Alright, if you're not willing to take that body, then we won't."
"But," she changed the subject and continued, "first, it is necessary to let others know the truth and see through the true faces of those people. Second, in order to walk on the path of body cultivation, you have suffered countless hardships and your body has been hammered a thousand times. The imposter can't sit on his laurels."
Both points hit the nail on the head for Li Xiaolou. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she nodded vigorously, her voice crisp and decisive, "Yes! Good! That's exactly what I thought!"
She's not the kind of person who forgives others after being bullied and shows mercy. The gratitude for their life should be returned, and the revenge that needs to be taken will still be taken. Everything has its own place and should be dealt with accordingly.
Seeing that Li Xiaolou had picked up her spirits again, Wu Zhuyan laughed and said, "I should not linger here for too long. I will wait for you outside the Kaiyang Peak. Let's make a good plan together."
Li Xiaolou hopped off the bed with joy, exclaiming, "Great!"
Yesterday, after visiting the kitchen of Lingjiu Mountain, I was too busy eating and didn't really look at Little Sister's current appearance in detail. Thinking back, her age seems to be younger than her.
With this question in mind, Li Xiaolou quickly tapped spiritual power to try a cleansing spell for herself. She changed into snow-colored acolyte robes, tied her hair up, and excitedly charged out of the mountain gate towards Kaiyang Peak.
As soon as she stepped outside the protective array, she saw a corner of a blue robe first.
The girl standing outside was very thin, with unfamiliar yet delicate features. The black and bright eyes gave her a very familiar feeling, and a small mole under the left eye angle moved gently when she smiled.
Wu Zhuyan waved at Li Xiaolou with a smile, seeing her pout and look like she was about to cry, quickly stopped and said, "Wait a minute! Don't cry!"
Li Xiaolou couldn't care less about anything else and ran over as fast as the wind, turning around her a few times before saying with a cackle, "Little sister-in-law, are you younger than me now?"
In the beginning, it was because she was a month younger than Wu Zhuyan that she became a junior sister, and who knows how much she wanted to be a senior sister!
Wu Zhuyan immediately saw through Li Xiaolou's thoughts, holding her arms, with a blank expression, refusing to budge: "No way."
In fact, she was the first disciple that her master had ever taken on, but unlike other sects that ranked disciples by when they entered, their sect ranked them by age. As the youngest, she gradually became the youngest junior sister. Who knows how happy she was when her little sister and little brother entered the sect!
Li Xiaolou chuckled twice, reaching out to embrace Wu Zhuyan, burying her face in her shoulder and covering up her heartache with a smile: "Little sister-in-law, you've lost so much weight. You need to eat more good things to make up for it."
She was so thin that it felt a bit rough when touched.
Wu Zhuyan patted Li Xiaolou's back, her tone patient: "Okay, I'll remember."
Just as Li Xiaolou released her hold, a sweet and shrill exclamation came from behind her: "Oh my, isn't this Ah Yun of Wusling Root? How did you come here?"
The corners of both their mouths twitched, and they simultaneously revealed expressions of disbelief and disdain.
Indeed, Bai Luming was standing behind him, wearing a soft yellow butterfly skirt, as delicate as a March flower that hasn't experienced the wind and rain. She had round and plump eyes, covering her mouth and laughing softly. "Big sister, this... is your new friend?"
Li Xiaolou knew her true nature well and rolled her eyes impatiently.
Since there were no others around, Bai Luming stopped pretending, laughed coldly, and deliberately looked down on the two of them with a disdainful gaze, poking them with a finger in the air. "Haha, One has four spiritual roots and the other has five. It's just perfect to be friends."
"Li Xiaolou, you remember this well. You're only fit to mix with such trash!"
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to her.
Wu Zhuyan was whispering to Li Xiaolou, "You know, I've always been curious. As a disciple of Wuji Sect, why can she not wear the acolyte robes?"
It was mainly that when she received her disciple robes yesterday, the disciples in the Disciple Hall told her that even though she was a registered disciple of Wuji Sect, she still had to wear the disciple robes.
Li Xiaolou whispered in reply: "I don't know. Perhaps she has a brain problem."
Wu Zhuyan nodded approvingly, "That must be it."
Seeing that the two in front of her ignored herself, Bai Luming's face turned somewhat gloomy. Soon, noticing something, she turned around a few steps and sat down directly by Li Xiaolou's feet.
She raised her face, revealing a pair of tears-welling eyes, her hair slightly loosened and falling behind her. She was not undignified, but instead, added a touch of vulnerability that elicited sympathy: "Big sister..."
Wu Zhuyan: ?
Soon, a snowy figure rushed over. It was a young man with a fair countenance. Bai Luming watched him, unconsciously adopting a dependent posture: "Fang Master..."
Fang Yuxi carefully helped her up, showing concern: "Junior sister, are you injured?"
"No, there's nothing," Bai Luming stood up, looking at Li Xiaolou carefully and quickly pulling the right sleeve of her dress, as if trying to hide something.
Upon seeing this, Fang Yuxi's brows furrowed, and his hand immediately chased after, using an unquestionable force to lift her right hand and lift the sleeve that she was trying to cover up. He saw the snow-white lotus arm with prominent red scars, overlapping layer by layer, especially conspicuous.
He immediately turned to glare at Li Xiaolou, his eyes revealing unhidden disgust and disdain. A rebuke thundered from his mouth: "Li Xiaolou, you're bullying Bai Luming again!"
