Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Zizhu Peak, in the southeast corner of Xuanling Mountains.

This peak is completely different from the majestic and magnificent other main peaks of Xuantian Sect.

The mountains are even more beautiful, and there is a unique spiritual plant growing all over the mountains - purple marrow bamboo.

The bamboo poles are not ordinary purple, but have a dark purple luster as clear as crystal. Among the swaying bamboo leaves, there are tiny, star-like spiritual lights flickering and flowing.

The entire mountain is shrouded in a hazy and noble purple spiritual mist. It is so quiet and peaceful that it does not seem like the human world. Instead, it looks more like a fairyland cave isolated from the world.

But the road to this "fairyland" is not easy to walk on.

The path leading to the peak winds through the dense purple bamboo forest. The stone steps are covered with bamboo leaves accumulated over the years, which are soft but slippery to step on.

Moreover, the mountain is steep, and although the spiritual energy is rich, it carries a strange pressure that invisibly hinders the steps of those who move forward.

Yin Nanxiang's spiritual power was almost exhausted, and the wounds left by climbing the ladder to heaven were far from healed.

With every step forward, the bones felt like they were being struck anew, the meridians ached dully, and the lungs felt as if they were being torn and burned.

The plain white disciple uniform he had just changed into was soaked with sweat, the strands of hair on his forehead stuck to his pale cheeks, and his breathing was rapid and unsteady.

But she never paused.

His cold eyes were fixed on the mountaintop shrouded in purple mist, his teeth clenched tightly, supported entirely by a ruthless determination to refuse to admit defeat.

She didn't even try to regulate her breathing to recover, but simply relied on her willpower to drag her exhausted body up, step by step.

The slender fingers occasionally touched the cool and smooth purple bamboo pole beside them, borrowing a little force and leaving a shallow wet mark.

What she didn't know was that from the first step she took into the territory of Zizhu Peak, a pair of gazes had been falling on her vaguely.

At the top of the peak stands the oldest and thickest purple marrow bamboo, and a tall figure almost merges with the bamboo shadow.

Jiang Ruochen had changed his posture at some point. He was no longer lying lazily, but leaning casually on the bamboo branch, like a weightless cloud.

He was still wearing the silver-purple robe with dark patterns and wide sleeves. His sleeves fluttered among the misty purple fog and bamboo leaves, emitting a cool luster like moonlight.

Her long hair, like black jade, was not tied up, but casually draped over her shoulders. A few strands of hair slid across her perfectly lined jaw, adding a touch of laziness.

He supported his chin with one hand, and with the other hand he casually played with a bamboo leaf that was emitting purple light.

The narrow and slightly raised phoenix eyes were half closed, and the gaze passed through the gaps between the layers of bamboo leaves and fell accurately on the small white dot that was moving with difficulty on the steep mountain path.

Watch her stagger, watch her pause for breath, watch her grit her teeth and move forward again.

I watched her almost slip several times, but she managed to keep her balance.

Looking at the stubborn, almost ferocious look on her pale face.

Jiang Ruochen's face was expressionless, still looking aloof and indifferent.

But in those deep eyes, an extremely subtle and elusive flash of light flashed across very quickly.

It's like a speck of dust that accidentally rises from the depths of a calm and peaceful cold pond.

The bamboo leaves at his fingertips unconsciously spun faster.

After a long time, Yin Nanxiang finally broke through the last and steepest section of the road and staggered onto the flat ground at the top of the mountain.

The figure on the bamboo shoot disappeared silently like mist blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.

At the top of Zizhu Peak, the scenery suddenly becomes clear.

Unlike the towering temples and spacious squares on other peaks, this one is more like a carefully maintained and elegant courtyard that has been magnified countless times.

Pavilions and waterside terraces are scattered among the shade of the purple bamboo forest. A clear stream flows by, and a few purple petals with spiritual light float on the stream.

The air is fresh and cold, containing pure spiritual energy that is several times richer than that at the foot of the mountain. Taking a deep breath seems to wash away the fatigue and dust in your lungs.

In the center of the peak is a palace that is not grand but extremely exquisite.

On the plaque of the hall, the three characters "Zhaoyun Hall" are inscribed in elegant and refined handwriting.

The palace door was wide open, as if the arrival of guests had been anticipated.

Yin Nanxiang adjusted his breathing, suppressed the weakness and trembling in his body, tried his best to make his steps appear steady, and then stepped into the hall.

The layout of the hall was completely different from the immortal cave she had imagined.

There are no solemn statues, no complicated runes, and no awe-inspiring sword energy.

Instead, it felt unusually... comfortable?

The ground was covered with a thick, snow-white carpet made of an unknown spirit beast, which was soft and silent when stepped on.

There are a few low tables and soft couches placed casually on both sides, all made of spiritual wood, with an ancient and natural shape.

The air was filled with the light, elegant cool fragrance of bamboo leaves and a faint, sweet but not greasy aroma of spiritual fruit.

The person she was looking for was lying on a large, cloud-patterned couch at the innermost part of the hall.

Jiang Ruochen changed into a silver-purple robe of the same color but more homely. The cuffs and hem were embroidered with flowing cloud patterns in a deeper purple thread. As he moved, those patterns seemed to really flow slowly.

His black hair was still untied, cascading over the snow-white soft pillow and dark fur, making his face look even more handsome than it actually was.

His eyebrows and eyes were as dark as distant mountains, his eyes were narrow and long, and the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned. He should have looked fierce and romantic, but because of his half-closed eyelids and the lazy mist lingering in them, he turned into aloof and indifferent.

He placed one hand behind his head and the other hand casually on his bent knee, tapping it lightly with his fingertips.

The whole person looks like a carefully painted picture of a beautiful woman lying down, elegant, leisurely and unrestrained, completely different from Xue Wushang's dignified, elegant and meticulous coldness.

If Xue Wushang is the inviolable snow lotus on the top of the mountain, then he is the unpredictable and flowing cloud in the sky that gathers and disperses at will.

Yin Nanxiang's footsteps paused imperceptibly for a moment. Even though she was resolute and accustomed to the scenery of Kyushu, she was still distracted by this striking image of a lazy beauty.

It is not the throbbing of love between men and women, but a pure appreciation of an ultimate grace and contradiction - such a lazy posture, but with a kind of nobleness and coldness engraved in the bones.

However, before this trace of appreciation could spread across her cold eyes, it was interrupted by a lazy, slightly drawn-out sigh.

"Tsk."

Jiang Ruochen didn't even change his posture. He raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and under his thick long eyelashes, his eyes fluttered like feathers over Yin Nanxiang's embarrassed figure and pale face. It was hard to tell whether his tone was satisfied or disgusted.

"So slow."

The two words, written lightly, were like two tiny needles, precisely piercing the stagnant atmosphere of the moment.

Yin Nanxiang: "..."

All the subtle fluctuations in her astonishment subsided in an instant, and she even felt like laughing.

Very good, this is very “Sui Yun Zun Shang”.

Jiang Ruochen seemed too lazy to say anything more. He casually waved his hand on his knee, as if to dismiss some insignificant little animal.

"Go out on the left and follow the stream to the end. There is an empty bamboo garden. It will be yours from now on."

He paused, as if remembering something, and added lazily, his tone playful and a bit of a nonchalant test:

"Have a good 'rest'. Tomorrow at noon, I want to see you here in high spirits. If you can't get up..."

He dragged out his words and didn't finish, but the implication of "if you can't get up, you'll be left to perish" was obvious enough.

Before he finished speaking, and without waiting for Yin Nanxiang's response, the space around him fluctuated slightly, and his figure suddenly blurred like a reflection in water, and the next moment he completely disappeared from the couch.

Only a faint scent of bamboo leaves and a few words remained, floating in the air:

"Take the things on the table."

Yin Nanxiang looked up and saw a palm-sized green jade porcelain bottle quietly placed on a low table not far from him.

The bottle is simple and elegant, with a warm glaze and a faint aura.

She walked forward and picked up the bottle.

As I pulled out the cork, a clear and refreshing medicinal fragrance instantly overflowed. After taking a breath, I felt slightly refreshed, and even the dull pain in my body seemed to ease a little.

Inside the bottle is a translucent green ointment.

Clear dew.

Yin Nanxiang recognized this thing.

A highly renowned healing elixir in the world of cultivation, it is very effective for both external and internal injuries, especially for warming and repairing damaged meridians. It is extremely valuable and far beyond the reach of ordinary gold-based medicines.

She held the slightly cool jade bottle and looked in the direction where Jiang Ruochen had just disappeared.

Outside the hall, purple bamboos swayed and clouds rolled, but the newly emerged master was no longer visible.

Ah.

He complained about her slowness and her messy appearance, but then left her to climb the difficult mountain road alone.

As a result, this elixir was prepared early and placed in the place where she must pass.

Yin Nanxiang lowered his eyes and looked at the bottle of Qingninglu in his hand. A very faint, knowing smile flashed across his cold eyes.

She carefully put the cork back on the bottle and gently stroked the warm bottle with her fingertips.

This master... has a weird personality and a sharp tongue, and seems to act carefree and uninhibited, but in fact... he's quite interesting.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and without stopping, she turned and walked towards the clear stream path on the left side of the hall that meandered into the depths of the bamboo forest.

His back was still straight, but his steps were a little steadier than before.

It seems that the days ahead will not be boring.