Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 35 Tryst
The Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament is a grand event held by the Qingyun Sect once every sixty years. With hundreds of extra people suddenly appearing on Tongtian Peak, accommodation naturally became scarce.

There are already quite a few disciples at Tongtian Peak, so it's not like Dazhu Peak where each disciple has their own room and there are still empty rooms. In the past, four people shared a room, but now it's even more crowded.

Fortunately, the senior brother from Tongtian Peak of the Changmen Sect was quite generous and gave Dazhu Peak seven people two rooms, which was quite spacious.

However, as night fell, it is unknown what He Dazhi, Du Bishu, and the others discussed in private, but they insisted on squeezing all five of them into one room.

Song Daren felt quite bad about it, so without saying a word, he sent the five of them back inside as soon as it got dark.

As dusk deepened and darkness enveloped the ancient peak, the cold moon bid farewell to the lingering sea of ​​clouds, hanging alone in the night sky.

Silver moonlight spilled onto the vast clouds, shimmering with tiny points of light. These shimmering points were not pearls falling from the cold moon, but the tears of lovers separated by the sea of ​​clouds, longing for each other but unable to stay together.

People today have seen the moon of yesteryear, but does the moon of today still shine on those who were once there?
"Hmm? Junior Master..."

Inside the room, Song Daren vaguely heard some noise and was about to speak when he was gently kicked and immediately woke up.

Song Daren remained silent, but slowly sat up and looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who was already standing in front of his bed. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he looked towards the door to the side.

The large yellow figure had already disappeared through the doorway. Song Daren subconsciously searched the house, but Zhang Xiaofan's little gray monkey was nowhere to be found.

"Stop looking. It was Little Gray who secretly ran away with Big Yellow. Follow them and see."

Zhang Xiaofan said softly, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes, and then followed. After Song Daren finished tidying up, he also followed out of the house.

From the disciples' lodgings at Tongtian Peak, Zhang Xiaofan followed Xiao Hui and Da Huang, running familiarly into the Tongtian Peak kitchen.

Then, Zhang Xiaofan saw that Da Huang stood up on its own two hind legs, supporting itself and lifting Xiao Hui up.

Little Gray, standing on Big Yellow's big yellow dog head, skillfully tiptoed, reaching for the large bamboo basket hanging above with one hand. After slowly gaining his balance, he placed both hands below and then lifted himself up forcefully.

The bamboo basket jumped upwards, leaping directly out of the hook's reach, and looked like it was about to fall straight down.

But then Little Gray suddenly stood up and jumped away, and Big Yellow leaned forward, opened its mouth and bit the top of the bamboo basket, while its big paws lay on the stove.

Little Gray somehow managed to pull out a large cloth bag from the kitchen, spread it on the stove, and skillfully took out the cooked pork bones and long strips of cooked meat from the bamboo basket and put them in the cloth bag.

After taking everything out of the basket, Xiao Hui grabbed the bamboo basket, reached out and gently tossed it, accurately hanging it up.

Little Grey, carrying a cloth bag, rode on Big Yellow's back, and the monkey and dog ran off together.

Curious about how Little Grey and Big Yellow would 'divide the spoils,' Zhang Xiaofan followed them all the way. After leaving the kitchen, he didn't go back to his residence but instead ran to Yunhai Square, crossed the Rainbow Bridge, and arrived at the edge of Biyutan.

A huge black shadow had been quietly waiting by the pool. As soon as Little Grey and Big Yellow arrived, a stream of water flew out of the pool and landed on the monkey and dog, instantly washing away the meaty smell that had been on them.

Then, Little Gray skillfully carried the cloth bag, climbed onto the Spirit Lord's back, and finally sat cross-legged on the Spirit Lord's nose.

Opening the cloth bag, Xiao Hui picked up a large piece of meat and handed it over. Ling Zun swept his tongue across the meat and then put it into his mouth.

Big Yellow leaped up, grabbed a large bone, and lay down next to the Spirit Lord, gnawing on it.

"This……"

Following behind Zhang Xiaofan, Song Daren, who had secretly witnessed everything, opened his mouth but was too shocked to speak.

Zhang Xiaofan's expression also turned somewhat strange upon hearing this. He had heard before that the Tongtian Peak kitchen was frequently burglarized, but he hadn't taken it to heart, nor had he suspected Xiao Hui and Da Huang.

Firstly, the amount of things that were lost each time was considerable, far more than Little Grey and Big Yellow could possibly finish. Secondly, none of his fellow disciples from Tongtian Peak had ever come looking for him, or even asked about it. Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan had never given it much thought. But now it seemed that Big Yellow, Little Grey, and Lingzun were clearly working together, with Little Grey as the mastermind, Big Yellow assisting, and Lingzun responsible for cleaning up the mess and erasing the traces.

The disciples of Tongtian Peak would find it difficult to investigate the whole affair. Moreover, even if they did find out, they would mostly pretend not to know and dare not say anything. Perhaps, those meat and bones were deliberately left behind.

After all, even the sect leader, Dao Xuan Zhenren, is a junior in front of the Spirit Venerable and must treat him with the respect due to a disciple. Who would dare to argue with the Spirit Venerable over such a trivial matter?

No wonder Little Grey and Big Yellow are so close to the Spirit Lord; they must have committed crimes together.

"Senior Brother, let's go."

Zhang Xiaofan glanced strangely at the small group of three—one small, one large, and one enormous—then whispered a name to Song Daren and led him toward the Ancestral Hall.

Tongtian Peak was very quiet late at night, and the back mountain was even more secluded. Only the faint scent of incense wafting from somewhere brought a sense of peace to people's hearts.

"Junior brother, is what we're doing inappropriate?"

Walking on this unfamiliar mountain path, Song Daren couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Before his eyes, the cold and serious face of Master Shuiyue seemed to appear, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Then when I see Senior Sister Wenmin later, I'll say I'm the eldest brother..."

Before Zhang Xiaofan could finish speaking, Song Daren grabbed him and he quickly defended himself.

"Junior brother, don't talk nonsense. Wasn't I worried that someone might come?"

As he spoke, Song Daren turned to look at the deep woods around him, thinking that such a remote place should not attract any visitors, and he immediately felt at ease.

Zhang Xiaofan chuckled upon hearing this. He was very familiar with Tongtian Peak, especially the area behind the mountain, and naturally knew what the courtyard behind Yuqing Hall was for.

"Is that so? Senior Brother, do you know that Master Shuiyue lives in the courtyard behind the Jade Purity Hall, in front of the back mountain? Aren't you afraid that Master Shuiyue will run into you?"

Song Daren was startled at first, but when he saw the teasing look on Zhang Xiaofan's face, his expression quickly turned serious. He thought to himself, "Master Shuiyue lives there, so my master and mistress also live there," and he immediately felt more confident.

“This back mountain is so secluded. Apart from you, Junior Brother, who comes to worship every day, almost no disciples set foot here. Let alone now that it’s late at night. Junior Brother, don’t scare me.”

Actually, Song Daren was a little scared, but over the years, he had only seen Wenmin a handful of times.

Normally it's fine at Dazhu Peak, I've gotten used to it over time, but now that I've seen my beloved again, my longing surges up like a flood, unstoppable and irreversible.

Otherwise, the usually honest and simple Song Daren wouldn't have dared to decide to meet Wen Min late at night almost without hesitation after Tian Ling'er casually mentioned it.

However, Song Daren was still somewhat afraid of Master Shuiyue. In addition, Zhang Xiaofan had just mentioned her again, so to bolster his courage, Song Daren deliberately spoke up.

"Besides, so what if Master Shuiyue comes? Junior Sister Wen and I are in love. If she wants to be alone for the rest of her life, so be it. Why does she have to drag Junior Sister Wen down with her? Even if she's here, I'm not afraid of her!"

Song Daren spoke with such righteous indignation and unyielding spirit, as if he were facing countless difficulties and dangers without any fear.

Zhang Xiaofan simply stood aside, smiling without saying a word. After Song Daren finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed to see that his junior brother hadn't responded with a few words. He turned his head to look at him.

But the next moment, Song Daren froze on the spot. Not far away, a woman stood there gracefully, her beautiful eyes staring straight at him, and she said in a soft voice.

"Senior Brother Song, are you really not afraid of my master?"

(End of this chapter)