Hunting Heart Little Mengxian: Rebirth and Raising a Wolf

Chapter 21 Souvenirs for siblings

"Well! From now on, Ziyu will definitely listen to Sister Xiaohan in everything..."

From then on, he, the mixture of Li Wu's immortal soul and Rong Xiao's demon soul wearing the human identity of "Huang Fu Yi", was Liang Ziyu!

From now on, he is her godbrother whom Jiu Xiaohan personally recognizes as a true and life-saving god...

"It's windy outside and it's still very cold despite the sun. After you drink the medicine, go inside and rest. You don't have to stay here with me. Be good!"

After saying that, Jiu Xiaohan took advantage of the situation and rubbed some small objects on his body that could be used as a souvenir and a gift to him.

However, after she searched from top to bottom for a while, a few fingertips of her right hand subconsciously landed on the special slim bracelet made of rattan on her left wrist.

However, Jiu Xiaohan hesitated again and again. In the end, he still did not make up his mind to take it off and give it to his "brother Ziyu" who he had just married.

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After all, this bracelet was made on Jiu Xiaohan's "birthday" two years ago - that is, the annual anniversary of Jiu Xiaohan being picked up by Master Wuweizi Taoist Taoist Master Wuweizi in Qingxin Temple. Her seventeenth junior brother Wuyan climbed the rock to pick it and made it with his own hands.

She compiled it and gave it to Jiu Xiaohan as a birthday gift.

And, that year, Jiu Xiaohan was eighteen years old and Wu Yan was sixteen years old...

There are two types of real fairy willow vines, one is the "meat willow vine" that eats humans and beasts; the other is the "vegetarian willow vine" that does not eat humans and beasts.

She turned his palm upwards and began to write and draw on it with the tip of her index finger.

"There is no 'but' or 'but'! Ziyu, I have long been accustomed to this. Just treat me as an ordinary person!"

However, for the past 70,000 years, he has always been abstaining from love and desire. He clearly likes the girl as much as he wants, but he "doesn't know it" and still insists on begging for nothing because he loves to compete with himself!

From this, all the bitter consequences at the moment can only be blamed on the fact that the Immortal Liwu at that time was too self-sufficient and aloof, trying not to eat the fireworks of the world.

He knew for sure: at that time, she must have thought of someone or something related to the bracelet.

Otherwise, she would not readily accept this birthday gift that is so "unique", so "intentional", and given such a "special meaning"; she would not have been wearing this bracelet close to her body.

Who can not point to "past"...?

Even the young man himself, wouldn't he think about Fairy Lan Jingchu from time to time, who once lived with Lord Liwu in the Morning and Night Palace in the Three Pure Realms of the Heavenly Palace for 70,000 years?

"By the way, Sister Xiaohan, how do you write these three words 'Liang Ziyu'?"

"A little more than 'King'?"

"Actually, I am nothing more than that, for most of every day, I will be as blind as I am now. However, once it gets dark, I can see everything like ordinary people again!

When the time comes, if you teach me how to do it, won’t it be a success?”

Even the stubborn stones inside and outside Chaoxi Palace can be seen that Li Wu is reluctant to part with those small objects. It is obvious that he cannot let go of the people who made these objects!

"Wolf Boy" looked at her teaching words so seriously, and he began to imitate her postures and movements seriously. He turned his head along with her, his eyes widened, and his expression looked very angry:

"Look, is that so?"

The fairy willow vine grows all year round in the gaps in the rock walls on the dark side of Qingxin Mountain, the steepest and most hidden cliff.

"Well! Teach me how to write the word '子' first!"

"Okay! Wait until it gets dark..."

The young man suddenly realized that he had made a mistake, and felt that it was inappropriate. He also felt guilty in his heart:

"Uh, I'm sorry! I forgot, my sister's eyes can't see yet!"

He didn't take the initiative to say anything explicitly, and she didn't say much to ask. This was a tacit understanding developed over time.

Before he finished speaking, Jiu Xiaohan began to write seriously, stroke by stroke, and said plausibly:

"Liang, bit by bit, good, beautiful. The ancient word "Liang" is like a beam in the water, or like good-looking rice flowing out of the wind cupboard."

However, Master Wuweizi had already noticed Wuyan's thoughts, and used the pure mind observation method as a warning to warn him in advance:

Disciples of the Pure Heart Sect should maintain a consistent pure heart and self-discipline; as for matters involving men and women, this is one of the must-discipline disciplines in daily practice.

He is the God of War in the Heavenly Palace, with a high position and great honor, but he only doesn't know how to protect her with his love. In the end, he can only exchange for it, and he can neither protect her nor respond to her true feelings.

The young man nodded in time and promised Jiu Xiaohan:

On weekdays, the color of the fairy willow vine always looks yellow or black. From a distance, it always looks like a large dry branch of an ordinary vine or willow plant.

Not only did she patiently explain the origin of the word in detail, but she also demonstrated it to Liang Ziyu by turning her head and looking back, making it easier for him to remember.

Jiu Xiaohan continued to stroke the palm of "Liangziyu" while talking:

What's more, if you want to become a qualified bounty hunting guard, you must first cut off your emotions and desires, so that you can ensure that you have no worries and can complete the mission without worries.

Jiu Xiaohan also wanted to use these words to tell Wu Yan: Only by repaying the master's kindness in upbringing can he imagine and plan his own future, as well as how she and Wu Yan will develop in the future...

While writing, she said to the boy:

Jiu Xiaohan continued to explain to him while writing in his palm:

At the same time, he had to pretend that he really didn't know a word of Chinese characters and looked ignorant, so he asked Jiu Xiaohan, saying:

"Ah...this is the word 'good'...what did sister just say, 'one point one thing'?"

However, in fact, he was not unaware of the hesitant and lingering look on Jiu Xiaohan's face when she touched the bracelet on her wrist just now.

The palm of the hand where Jiu Xiaohan kept writing was itching, and the "Wolf Boy" could feel waves of restlessness all over his body.

Their texture is so hard that they can even carve deep marks into the stone.

Every time the "Wolf Boy" felt that the more God Li Wu missed Fairy Jingchu, the pain in his heart became unbearable, as if he was being violently stirred by some sharp weapon...

At that time, Wu Yan, who was still in his twenties and in his prime, originally planned to use his self-picked and homemade "plain willow rattan" bracelet as a "love token" to give to Jiu Xiaohan to hint that he was already happy.

to her.

"Okay! I will learn whatever Sister Xiaohan teaches me!"

After all, they have lived together in Qingxin Guan for so many years, and they are similar in age. When they get along day and night, there will always be endless things to say and do.

Jiu Xiaohan laughed softly.

"One point and one Gen. As for the word 'Gen', it's a long story."

The piece of blue jade that his mother left for him before she died has been accidentally lost. It would be great if Jiu Xiaohan could really give him an amulet.

The young man responded to her quickly:

"Okay! Okay! Peace Talisman, okay!"

Seeing her smile as bright and warm as the sun, the young man nodded and responded:

After being silent for a long time, a bold thought that he had never had before suddenly flashed into his mind, and he decided:

When he and Jiu Xiaohan were together, he just wanted to be her "Ziyu brother";

He no longer wanted to be Huangfu Yi, who was a descendant of the royal family and had to hide everywhere to survive;

He didn't even want to bear the tormenting painful memories left by God Liwu from previous lives!

So, he randomly found a new topic to divert his attention from the severe pain in his heart:

Hearing this, the young man nodded repeatedly, smiled meaningfully, and answered her:

"Easy to remember, easy to remember, really easy to remember!"

"You have learned the word 'good'. Then, the words 'zi' and 'yu' are easier to write..."

But the moment she just said it, she already regretted it:

Oh...that's right. He should have gone to school and studied at an age long ago, but he has been living in the wild mountains and forests in the countryside. How could he be able to read and write?

Even though the master did not mention Jiu Xiaohan's name at that time, Wuyan naturally understood the master's good intentions for mentioning this point so deeply.

Most of them seem to be useless and superfluous; however, over time, if they are kept there, they have become objects that one has to look at and play with every day.

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Immediately afterwards, Jiu Xiaohan stretched out his hand again, groped for the other person's arm, followed the arm all the way down to his wrist, and gently raised it slowly.

But it must be a lie to say that Jiu Xiaohan does not understand the special feelings that Junior Seventeenth Brother has for him.

As long as he thought about it this way, the "Wolf Boy"'s face was filled with joy, and he was extremely happy.

"Can……"

The boy has never met a girl like Jiu Xiaohan who prefers darkness and is accustomed to the night.

Therefore, at the most critical moment when giving away the bracelet, Wu Yan indeed followed his master's teachings, but he did not express his truest feelings to Jiu Xiaohan very clearly.

Jiu Xiaohan, however, meant what he said and did not find a good gift, so he turned to Liang Ziyu and promised:

However, this time, Jiu Xiaohan broke the rules privately and went out to visit and go down the mountain. In the handwritten letter she left for Wu Yan, she also mentioned a key sentence, that is, "the teacher's kindness is more important than the mountain, and takes precedence over selfish desires."

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"Haha~~~"

"As for the word 'yu', there is a little more word for 'king'."

His reputation of being ruthless and righteous has already spread throughout the Eight Wastelands, Liuhe, Three Realms, and Seven Clans.

"Uh? You, are you illiterate?"

Of course, Jiu Xiaohan didn't know: he just turned a blind eye.

Ever since Gohiko put it on her wrist, she had never taken it off and always took good care of it.

Jiu Xiaohan wrote the word "Gen" on his palm again and continued to explain,

"Previously, I read a classic book on Chinese character interpretation. It said: Gen, the original character shape, means that a person turns back and glares, or stares with disdain."

"Let's do this. When the night gets darker and my sister's vision returns to normal, I will use cinnabar and yellow paper to make an amulet with my own hands and give it to you to keep you safe, okay?"

This kind of rattan is unique to the back mountain of Qingxin Temple and is called "immortal willow rattan". Their characteristics are exactly the opposite of the so-called "demon binding rattan" and "immortal rope".

"So, is it easy to remember?"

However, as long as living animals, such as birds, animals or people approach them, those "fairy willow vines" will become bright green and soft, just like willow branches that have just sprouted in spring.

Seeing what Jiu Xiaohan was thinking about, "Wolf Boy" knew clearly that she couldn't see, but he still nodded vigorously towards her and gave her a soft "hmm" in response.

The young man quickly comforted her and said:

"I won't teach you the old way of writing the character '子'. There are quite a lot of strokes. Ziyu, you just need to remember that the simplest two strokes are enough!"

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After packing up these fragments of memories, Jiu Xiaohan came back to her senses. While she was fumbling for other belongings in the inner pockets of her gray robe, she said to Liang Ziyu:

"Ziyu, my sister doesn't have anything particularly valuable or meaningful right now. I would like to give it to you as a 'souvenir gift' for our two siblings to get acquainted..."

"It's okay. Ziyu, you don't have to be so cautious. As I said, I'm just semi-blind."

However, every time he thinks of Lan Jingchu, Li Wu will always feel sad and heartbroken:

"oh……"

I think back then, in those 70,000 years that would never come back again, Lan Jingchu would often be creative and make weird little things with his own hands, and then find some weird reasons and excuses to give them as gifts.

Give it to Li Wu as a gift.

Perhaps, in their own eyes, the two have been inseparable since childhood. This pure friendship between childhood sweethearts should be tacitly understood by each other.

Jiu Xiaohan naturally knows what Wu Yan wants to say.

"No need, Sister Xiaohan! Gifts come second; the most important thing is that if my sister has this intention, Ziyu is enough."

"Ziyu, come! I'll write it to you slowly..."

However, she didn't know if Satoru Yan had understood the implication of her letter.

Jiu Xiaohan was startled and asked casually.

However, just when he "learned" to write the word "king", in his heart, he was secretly thinking of the man who had been in power for thirty years in the famous palace of the imperial capital.

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From the perspective of a seventeen-year-old boy:

Ninety-eight percent of the time, in these years, it was because of the King's old man who was too "favored" and "connived" that the Master of Qingxin Guan, who was actually the "Hunting Guard Taoist", did whatever he wanted.

His policies of "forbidding Buddhism and advocating Taoism" have been so counterproductive that almost the entire continent has become a "one-word hall" that "defends Taoism and only respects Taoism."

However, a king should be a wise man, a wise man, and a sage.

In order for human civilization to prosper for a longer period of time, as a human emperor, shouldn't we be able to open up our minds, embrace hundreds of schools of thought, and let all flowers bloom?

(End of chapter)