My enemies became my companions

Chapter 417 She Has Already Fasted

The bathroom was filled with a thin mist. The maid had left with the bucket of clothes, and Chen Yi dived into the slightly hot water.

The pores of his body opened wide, enjoying the nourishment of the boiling water. Chen Yi's originally tense bones suddenly relaxed, and a feeling of comfort swept through his body. He exhaled a breath of white air, which floated far away.

"That group of Western Jin spies..."

Chen Yi muttered to himself. He had killed the two Western Jin Dynasty spies and wanted to search their souls. However, before he could do so, the masters gathered in Yuanfeng Tower surrounded him and killed him.

I think the spies had already planned a retreat, and I'm afraid that while they were taking advantage of the situation, the two bodies might have disappeared.

"Never mind. It has nothing to do with me anyway."

Chen Yi scooped up some water and splashed it on his face.

He came to Shantong City originally for Lu Ying's fate, and now he was inadvertently involved in this dispute. It was purely an accident. Since he was not deeply involved, he could have withdrawn at any time.

He didn't want to get involved in the grievances and grudges in the martial arts world. If Dong Gong Ruoshu hadn't been here today, he wouldn't have cared either.

After this incident, Wei Wuque probably understood that it would be unlikely to catch anyone by using Donggong Ruoshu.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi cleared his mind and allowed himself to have a good rest and recharge his energy.

Next, you have to draw your sword.

The fierce fighting in Yuanfeng Tower was a huge drain on even someone like himself who was used to living on the edge of a knife. It was no less exhausting than a fierce battle with the Yin brothers and the Yin sisters and Concubine Dong. If Qin Qingluo and Zhu E were added to the mix, he would probably not be able to hold on.

The scalding hot water covered his cheeks. Chen Yi stretched out his arms and let out a long breath: "Ah..."

It's a unique kind of comfort to stretch your whole body like this.

Chen Yi rested his head on the edge of the bathtub, squinting his eyes and couldn't help wondering, how long has it been since he went home to rest after a fight?
It’s been almost half a year.

It’s been more than half a year.

"Time flies." Chen Yi sighed.

Staying in the capital, he always felt that time passed very slowly, everything was very slow, why the little fox still didn't like him, why was his master jealous again, why Da Yin still couldn't learn to be content, when would Min Ning give her to him, and he would occasionally think of Lin Wanhang, Queen An, Donggong Ruoshu, etc...

But now that he has left the capital, Chen Yi finds that everything has become faster. Everything takes time, but what he lacks most is time.

Now staying in this Xuan Mansion, which he didn't know whether it could be called a home, Chen Yi found that familiar feeling.

It's so comfortable and peaceful, as if I could stay here forever.

Chen Yi looked at the mist and said, "It would be better if you go slower."

But after a while, he shook his head again. Wandering around the world was no longer the same as living in the capital. He had to go west to find Mingzun's inheritance and the Tushan Underground Palace. After that, he would go to southern Xinjiang to meet Qin Qingluo and Zhu E.

Thinking of Southern Xinjiang, Chen Yi couldn't help but murmur: "Qingluo... Is my daughter about to be born? What will her name be?"

Calculating the time, it’s really fast.

No more than a month or two.

.........

"He hasn't sent any more letters?"

The candlelight flickered, the beautiful woman's face drooped slightly, her bones were still heroic, but there was an indescribable meaning in her snake-like pupils, her face was shrouded in uncertainty.

Zhu'e was knitting clothes on the side, and the wooden basket next to her was filled with small pieces of cloth, such as a bellyband for babies, and some small clothes. The first piece of clothing for a newborn baby has to be knitted by the mother, and even if the mother is not good at sewing, she must embroider a thread, to bring good luck.

"Didn't he send any more letters?" As if thinking Zhu E didn't hear him, Shuoren asked again.

Zhu E turned his head to see her expression, but she turned her face away, causing her face to be shrouded in complete darkness, even her pupils were dim. The princess considered her words carefully and said, "He has committed a crime of great disrespect. I don't know where he is on the run. Even if he wants to send a letter, he can't."

The great master was silent for a moment, then sneered, "I'm afraid he's dead."

Zhu E pondered for a moment and said indifferently, "Why would Your Majesty be angry with a dead person?"

"I'm not angry!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhu E heard the sound of bones cracking, and she clenched her fists tightly.

Zhu E sighed deeply, put down the needlework in her hands, and walked over with the oil lamp in hand.

"Don't bring a light."

A voice came from behind the screen, and it sounded urgent and a little panicky.

She didn't want anyone to see her current appearance. It had become a subconscious reaction.

Zhu E put down the lamp and walked over slowly. In fact, even without the lamp, she could still see Qin Qingluo's current appearance clearly.

The bed was covered with a blanket that was neither too thin nor too thick, and the pillow was standing upright as a chair back. The eight-foot-tall body was slightly bent at the waist, and the posture was as energy-saving as possible. Even though Qin Qingluo tried his best to hold on to the blanket, his abdomen was still prominent in the night...

“…Don’t look at it.”

Her words trembled a little.

Zhu E held her hand and whispered softly, "Qingluo, Auntie didn't see anything."

As the day of delivery approached, Zhu'e seldom called her "Prince" and often called her by her name to comfort the female prince's heart.

The closer it got to the due date, the worse Qin Qingluo's temper became and the more easily she became angry, so Zhu E stayed with her in this room almost all day and all night.

Qin Qingluo understood Zhu'e's goodness.

In order to conceal her identity, Zhu E also disguised himself for her, with a big belly, so that no one would think that it was Qin Qingluo who was pregnant.

It's ironic that others thought they were so loving that the prince stayed by the princess' side even when her due date was approaching.

As for the person who left the seed to her, he only sent one letter from beginning to end...

Qin Qingluo stroked her bulging belly with trembling fingertips. Suddenly, she was stunned. The candlelight shone through the screen onto her face.

After a while, she laughed and said, "In the end, whores are heartless and actors are disloyal."

Zhu E was slightly stunned.
These days, Qin Qingluo, who was becoming more and more irritable, had been cursing at that man. Not to mention Chen Yi, even the eighteen generations before and after Chen Yi were not spared.

But it was the first time she heard such complaints.

Like walking alone in the world,

Silent loss.

Zhu E saw this and couldn't help but say, "In that letter...he mentioned you more times than Auntie did."

Qin Qingluo stroked her bulging belly as if she didn't hear anything. The prince suddenly felt very strange. Not only did he have to give birth to his enemy's child, but he also had to raise her to adulthood. Who knows, maybe this child could even settle the old grudge and kill his enemy for him.

Zhu E thought she had listened and said a lot of things, but Qin Qingluo was still in a daze. When she thought about it, she finally realized that there was not a piece of meat in her belly, but a little life about to be born.

Let this little life kill her biological father...

The candlelight suddenly went out.

Her thoughts paused.

Zhu E lit the fire again and held the oil lamp. Suddenly, she heard a voice beside her: "Bring the letter here." She didn't understand what it meant, but still found it and handed it to Qin Qingluo. The handsome man took another deep look at the letter and suddenly threw it into the fire. The whole letter caught fire.

Zhu E cried out in surprise, but did not snatch it away. He just stayed with her tightly. Qin Qingluo still held the letter tightly. The flames jumped and quickly climbed to her fingertips, but were extinguished by the falling ashes. When she lowered her head to look again, she saw that a lot of the letter had been burned, leaving only half of it in her hand, and the last sentence at the end was still there.

【The mountains are covered with snow, the seas are dry and the rocks are rotten. 】

Qin Qingluo was in a trance, sitting there in a daze, her hair scattered and floating gently, and she suddenly found it difficult to utter a word.

She stared quietly at the half-burned letter in her hand.

After an unknown amount of time, she handed it back to Zhu E.

The candlelight shone through the screen and reflected her face, as if it penetrated into her eyes, bringing up a thin mist, like drops of dew. She pondered for a long time.

A long sigh.

"That's it!"

…………

After washing up, Chen Yi felt much more energetic. He went back to the bedroom and saw that there was no one inside, so he turned around and went back to the living room.

The nun in white sat in front of the tea table, her wrists turning quickly, and the rich aroma of tea filled the air, lingering in the hall.

A touch of green tea soup falls into the bowl. It is pure tea, not brewed chrysanthemum tea.

Yin Weiying caught sight of his figure out of the corner of his eye and shuddered.

She moved her hips, turned sideways, and smiled, "You're here?"

"I'm here." Chen Yi said slowly, "But I'll be back to my room soon."

Yin Weiying's fingertips trembled slightly, and then he said, "Friend Lu is still here, and I, as the host, cannot leave. Right, Friend Lu."

Lu Ying was stunned. This was indeed true, but it was rare for Yin Weiying to be so polite. She nodded.

Yin Weiying breathed a sigh of relief. If Lu Ying went back to her room to rest, she would be dead.

As long as Lu Ying is still here, she will still be the Goddess of Taihua.

Chen Yi glanced at Yin Weiying for a long time, as if he had guessed what she was thinking. He was not in a hurry to expose her, but walked over leisurely, took the tea and sat down:
"Why not make chrysanthemum tea?"

Chrysanthemum tea...

The nun was horrified when she thought about it.

This was considered the jargon between the two of them in bed, and the meaning was self-evident. Yin Weiying gritted his teeth slightly, suppressed the fear in his heart and said:
"Making tea is just something the barbarians of the Western Jin Dynasty do. In my Dayu...it's better to order some tea."

"Oh?"

"It's fragrant, rich, and dense, and has an endless flavor," Yin Weiying gently picked up the tea bowl and said, "People drink brewed tea just for the novelty, and there is no taste to speak of."

Chen Yi stretched his muscles and said, "But my Qi and blood are blocked now. I don't like tea that is too fragrant and thick. Instead, I want some light and astringent taste."

Yin Weiying's tea bowl trembled and the tea soup shook.

She looked at Chen Yi with a pleading look, and the latter smiled playfully.

The nun's heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her elegant demeanor and said in a clear voice:
"It's just a temporary taste, so don't try it. Besides, you're a warrior, and it's common for your Qi and blood to be blocked. It will clear up on its own."

"What if it was caused by external forces?"

“…I…I can order tea for you anytime, more often.” Yin Weiying’s tone became weaker, and even sounded somewhat pathetic.

Chen Yi held up the tea bowl and said, "Although the obstruction of Qi and blood is a minor matter, if you don't pay attention, it may lead to bitter consequences one day. You still have to take it seriously. Chrysanthemum tea is a wonderful thing for clearing away heat and detoxifying."

Yin Weiying was already sweating profusely.

The close-fitting clothes were covered with thin stains of sweat.

Lu Ying, who was sipping tea slowly at the side, couldn't help but feel strange when he heard the two people arguing about making tea.

It was just a cup of chrysanthemum tea. Although it was indeed a custom of the people in the Western Jin Dynasty, the Goddess of Taihua did not want to make a fuss about it. Moreover, how could those who practice Taoism have so many sectarian views?
Lu Ying said: "Why not let him soak it? If he wants it, let him soak it."

Yin Weiying quickly glanced sideways and couldn't help but complain in her heart. How could Lu Ying know what they were talking about? She just interrupted without knowing. She had no dignity in front of Chen Yi to begin with. She finally became the eldest lady, but he controlled her. If she really made that tea today, she would probably lose more face than when she was his cauldron.

What's more, that place...is it really possible?
If a woman is done that, she will want to die!
Seeing that Yin Weiying was still silent, Lu Ying then suggested:
"If it's not convenient for you, Daoist Brother Yin, how about I make him some?"

Yin Weiying almost spit out his tea.

Not to mention that you have no idea what they are talking about, even if you know...

Do you have that chance?

Little slut!

Silently reciting the Supreme Forgetfulness Method, her heart returned to peace, and she then said leisurely:
"No need to trouble Brother Lu. By the way, please tell Brother Lu about Master Jiang Xin's instructions."

Now that things have come to this, I might as well change the subject. Who knows, I can divert his attention at once.

Lu Ying didn't know what the nun was thinking. He looked at Chen Yi and said:

"Master Jiang Xin said that the secret realm has already been opened."

"Has it been opened already?" Chen Yi asked doubtfully.

"Well... the so-called secret realm is nothing more than a seal. After many years, the seal of the sword pool has long been loosened. This time, we invite fellow practitioners to reseal it."

"So, letting people enter the secret realm to gain opportunities is a reward in advance?"

Lu Ying felt that this was a snobbish statement, but he still said:
"You can understand it that way. However, there were many crises and sword energy was rampant. The battle between Loulan Sword Emperor and Wu Buyu was the top ten on the martial arts list, and Wu Buyu was the best in the world at that time. The battle between the two of them in the sword pool borrowed the sword energy of countless sages over the past thousands of years. The sword pool had already been alternating between blue and dark, and black and yellow were in disorder. Affected by their battle, those sword energy seemed to... come alive."

Hearing the last sentence, Chen Yi was surprised: "The sword spirit has come alive, so doesn't that mean it has a spirit?"

Lu Ying continued, "Perhaps it's not that exaggerated. After all, that battle destroyed most of the Sword Washing Pond, and much of the remaining sword intent was also completely consumed by the long-term sealing."

Chen Yi nodded slightly. No wonder Yinjian Mountain would predict that this was Lu Ying's opportunity. These sword intentions were already a spent force and were of no benefit to the peak masters on the mountain. For most disciples, even if they obtained them, they would have nowhere to use them and it would be a waste. However, Lu Ying, as the first disciple of Jianjia, was the most suitable candidate.

After hearing this, Chen Yi heaved a sigh of relief. No matter what, the purpose of going to Yuanfeng Tower this time was achieved. He glanced at Yin Weiying, and then said, "It's getting late, Senior Sister Lu, it's almost time for you to go back and meditate."

Yin Weiying froze for a moment, and when he saw Lu Ying nodded, he said repeatedly:
"Daoist Lu, why don't you sit down with me for a while? I have many questions about the Daoist scriptures that I haven't discussed with you yet."

Since the nun wanted to keep him like this, Lu Ying felt embarrassed to leave, so he sat back down.

Yin Weiying reluctantly let out a sigh of relief.

Chen Yi looked at her with a smile.

She shuddered. If it was an ordinary woman, she could just refuse him with her dirty words...

But she had made some progress in her cultivation and had already started fasting!

Yin Weiying lowered his eyes, not daring to meet his gaze, and tried to negotiate in a very low voice:
"If the next time the Qi and blood are blocked, how about using chrysanthemum tea to clear away heat and detoxify?"

"How dare you do it next time?"

(End of this chapter)