Hunting Heart Little Mengxian: Rebirth and Raising a Wolf

Chapter 53 Hot Spring for Two (5)

Jiu Xiaohan pointed to the mouth of a hot spring that was steaming in front of them and said:

"Ziyu, we have to get closer -"

Blinking his big, bright dark eyes, Liang Ziyu showed a slightly disbelieving expression. He looked at Jiu Xiaohan in surprise and asked her:

"Ah? Sister Xiaohan, do you want to go clubbing with me?"

"Stay closer - it's safer this way! You're a little kid who's only had your hair tied for two years. What are you thinking about?"

Jiu Xiaohan lightly tapped Liang Ziyu’s forehead, pointed at him, and then at himself:

"There is a difference between men and women!"

I don't know if it was caused by the heat of the hot spring, but her face turned a little red, and then said:

"You are on your left, and I am on my right. Back to back, we don't give or receive. If we encounter any danger, we can take care of each other in time."

"Oh-ok!"

She is so beautiful!

Inadvertently, after Liang Ziyu glanced at her, he took into account the basic demeanor of "don't look at anything inappropriate" and quickly turned his head in a direction where he could no longer see her.

"I'm fine! It's fine, don't worry! The water down there is very hot!"

"Huh?! Sister Xiaohan..."

"Okay! Ziyu, what are you looking at?"

This action was very familiar to Jiu Xiaohan - in the past, she and Wu Yan would often help other disciples wash their clothes together during the Qingxin Meditation.

Huangfu Yi gradually discovered that it seemed that Jiu Xiaohan had brought him a real hope of "life".

Then, Jiu Xiaohan, wearing a white undershirt, stepped out.

They once,

However, this was the first time for Liangziyu to do such a thing with others.

Jiu Xiaohan's slender fingertips gently touched the word "nine", and in his mind were all the past experiences between himself and Junior Brother Wu Yan:

Even though she used the "Yu Yan Technique" to disguise herself as a man, ordinary people would not be able to detect her female body at all even if they observed her at a close distance. For example, the guard brother who claimed to be "Yu Jinwen"

; However, in Liang Ziyu's eyes, she has always looked like the original "Jiu Xiaohan", wearing a men's Taoist robe, very special and different.

The layers of misty, translucent heat lingering around the two of them seemed to be playing a beautiful hypnotic tune that was invisible to the naked eye.

However, at that time, Jiu Xiaohan didn't notice it at all, and he spent more than ten years in ignorance.

Basically every lunar death anniversary, Li Wu's fairy soul and Rong Xiao's demon soul would be entangled in Huangfu Yi's body.

The two stood across the pond, facing each other, each grabbed one side of one of the clothes, left the water, and began to twist it in opposite directions.

Or, raise your eyes to appreciate the white star that shines with the moon in the dark night before dawn in the sky; or, lower your head to observe the angular shapes and color gradients of the rocks at your feet.

As a result, he would feel shy and respectful, and naturally shift his attention elsewhere.

The two pools are next to each other, Liang Ziyu and Jiu Xiaohan, standing back to back, no one looking at the other, each feeling comfortable and soaking in the warm and steamy spring water.

As soon as he thought about it, before, she and the city guard named "Yu Jinwen" were not so polite. She even undressed him and checked his injuries, which still made him feel frightened!

However, after spending a lot of time and effort, Jiu Xiaohan worked together to wring out the large and small sets of robes and spread them side by side on a large sulfur rock on the shore of the hot spring, which was the hottest to the touch.

It is not only like an imaginary paradise on earth, but also a bit like a dreamland in heaven from another world.

However, Huangfu Yi's body became worse as the month of his death approached, and he became more difficult to control himself, especially after losing the blue jade that protected him.

At this time, Jiu Xiaohan suddenly remembered something and lay down beside the pool rock. He reached back and took the Taoist robe that he had taken off earlier and the set of clothes that Liang Ziyu had just changed into.

At this moment, when he thinks about Qingxin Guan, when he thinks about the many things that Junior Brother Wuyan has silently done for him in the past, when he thinks about his master Wuweizi who has taught him for twenty years but is now suffering from strange illnesses, Jiu Xiaohan will have a wave of emotions.

He felt so sad, and the tears in his eyes swept up again.

Forget it, let the past pass with the fierce battle in which the two of them managed to survive the mouths of the male and female anacondas.

While waiting for Liang Ziyu to turn around and look at him obediently, Jiu Xiaohan made a quick turn over and rolled his body into the adjacent hot spring mouth on the right.

As a result, Jiu Xiaohan, who gradually felt more and more at ease in his heart, leaned on the smooth sulfur rock behind him and slowly closed his pair of gray eyes and blue pupils.

Although, anyway, with the little bit of heavenly power they have left, no one can win against the other in the end. It's just that every time they fight, the person who feels the most uncomfortable is Huangfu Yi.

The surface of the water was covered with a white moist mist.

Over the past few days, I have experienced hiding day and night, and my life is worse than that of homeless refugees.

Hearing the sound in the pool on the right behind her, Liang Ziyu asked her curiously.

After staying in the hot spring for a long time, Jiu Xiaohan's breath gradually became accustomed to the pungent smell emanating from the spring water and sulfur stone.

She thought in her mind: By the time they finished taking a hot bath, the two washed robes would be almost dry.

"Since everything is fine, Ziyu, then come down and take a dip to warm your frozen body."

While Jiu Xiaohan answered Liang Ziyu, he soaked in the spring water in front of him and rubbed two gray Taoist robes.

Right now, live well and nothing else matters.

Jiu Xiaohan, who was beside him, turned her back to him and quickly retreated from the short gray robe that was almost sticking to her body.

Judging from the stitching techniques and fonts, they must have been made by the seventeenth junior brother Wu Yan.

From now on, they can still continue to do these things together, but they just can't be "together"!

In fact, Wu Yan had already held Jiu Xiaohan in his hands and in his heart, and even Master Wuweizi could see it.

"What, is there something going on?"

At the beginning, it was already very difficult to get out of the kitchen of Nghe An County City Mansion with enough power; after leaving the city government and walking towards the nearest south gate, it was also a trap laid by his biological father Huangfu Ruozhou in order to secretly hunt him down.

The dragnet.

Such a rare and comfortable hot spring was simply a great reward for her and Liang Ziyu's lucky escape from death this time.

Not only was he unskilled in his movements, but the intensity and rhythm of twisting were different from Jiu Xiaohan's. With great strength, he pulled the Taoist robe that Jiu Xiaohan was holding into his arms.

No one expected that when Jiu Xiaohan unexpectedly learned of Wu Yan's true feelings for her, it would be the moment when she had to leave Qingxin Guan.

Then, she checked the other three cuffs and the left center of the front placket, and they all had the same character "nine".

However, even if Liangzi's jade was twisted in vain and her clothes were wet, and Jiu Xiaohan had to do it all over again, she was very patient and never complained.

Liang Ziyu deliberately lengthened his voice and responded to her, but he still hesitated to move.

"Well!"

Opening the cuffs of one of the Taoist robes from the outside to the inside, she unexpectedly discovered a hand-embroidered character "Nine" using the same gray thread as the clothes.

After repeatedly confirming that everything in the hot spring was normal and there were no dangerous foreign objects, Jiu Xiaohan hurriedly called out and urged Liang Ziyu to come closer.

This little song also made Liang Ziyu, who was slowly recovering from his injuries, and his eyelids become heavier and heavier...

The warmth and comfort seemed to instantly reach from each other's fingertips and soles of feet to the pits of each other's hearts.

Just in time to witness Jiu Xiaohan's graceful figure, like a carp jumping over a dragon's gate, Liang Ziyu froze in place.

Unknowingly, Jiu Xiaohan's exhausted, exhausted and tense spirit, which he had felt after fighting the double anacondas just now and almost freezing to death in the ice and snow, quickly relaxed.

In order to ensure complete safety, she walked around twice more under the steaming spring water.

As Liang Ziyu answered, he still hesitantly turned his back to Jiu Xiaohan in the hot spring water, and continued to look left and right, up and down, as if he was monitoring the surrounding environment.

Behind her shoulder, back to back, Liangziyu was a stone's throw away from her, silently listening to her low and rhythmic breathing.

Then two soft sounds of "plop" and "crash" came from the water surface, and she stepped into the hot spring water on the left ahead of Liang Ziyu.

Jiu Xiaohan, who was half submerged in the water, kept his back to him and tentatively touched the center of the hot spring pit little by little.

Sitting together on the top floor of the library, admiring the rise and fall of the sun, moon and stars at night;

We leaned together under the blood-red blue tree in the backyard and discussed the pros and cons of dietary supplements;

We have evening classes together, we review books and calligraphy together, we learn etiquette together, we sit in silence and meditate together to cultivate ourselves and realize the Tao;

Eat together, play together, sew together;

Also, let’s dispose of the corpses of monsters together, and take care of other disciples’ funerals together…

On the contrary, it was precisely after meeting Xiu Jiu Xiaohan, a lay girl who was full of kindness and had no idea about the identity of the royal family of other people, that he seemed to be able to sleep more soundly.

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Liwu, who had always been nominally the "Little Seventh Prince" of Ngee'an County, Huangfu Yi, followed Huangfu Yi's body and escaped from the territory under the jurisdiction of Ngee'an County after the death of Huangfu Yi's biological mother.

She seemed to be the only light that lit up such a dark life in his life;

With her, he was able to see that life could be so joyful, so warm, and so full of meaning!

"Ziyu, help me!"

Liang Ziyu was worried that something had happened to her, so he immediately turned around and came back after hearing the sound.

However, back then, in the realm of Sanqing in the heavenly realm, Liwu was an invincible and invincible war god and immortal king who lived in seclusion and rarely saw visitors.

"I...didn't I just give you a lookout?"

"No... nothing new!"

Huangfu Yi had been mediating everywhere and running for his life. These days, he had never had a peaceful sleep where he was unsuspecting and completely relieved.

All the nerves in Jiu Xiaohan's body were tense. She was afraid that at this moment, some unknown abnormality would appear that was beyond her imagination and difficult to control.

Returning to her position, at this time, Jiu Xiaohan discovered that if she looked at the single-colored sulfur stones around her for longer and longer, and in addition, in the steam environment, her physical energy would be consumed more and more.

Soon, her unusual eyes, like her body, will be in desperate need of rest.

It would be better if she was here alone; however, the injury of her little "wolf brother" really can't be dealt with anymore.

"Wash our dirty robes clean and bake them on the stone. They should dry quickly!"

Every time Jiu Xiaohan turned around with a smile and faced Liangziyu who was standing on the shore looking forward to her, Liangziyu always had the sudden and delusional feeling of a fairy from heaven falling into the human world.

At least, many homeless people can go to the charity points set up on the day before the death anniversary of the moon and receive porridge, steamed buns and the like in an open and clear manner.

Jiu Xiaohan rested his head comfortably on the warm stone behind his neck, letting the hot spring water around him warm every small wound on his body.

I'm afraid that when Wu Yan embroidered the first "nine" for her, that is, when he made the white ribbon for her to shield her eyes from the strong light, his thoughts for her were...

It's already different from others.

"Sister Xiaohan, what are you doing?"

There were two other times, because he loosened his grip and let his robe fall into the water again.

——But, Yu Jinwen has been swallowed alive by the giant male anaconda. If Liang Ziyu wants to "argue" with a dead person again, then he can't think about it and is a bit too petty.

?!

However, maybe it was just because every time Jiu Xiaohan checked Liang Ziyu's injury, Liang Ziyu seemed to be either dying or unconscious, and he didn't remember it very clearly. He didn't know how much Jiu Xiaohan felt at that time.

It must be meticulous and without omission.

Liang Ziyu vaguely felt that at some point, Jiu Xiaohan behind him seemed to have fallen asleep gently.

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In this way, the hot spring world that belonged to the two of them quickly became quiet.

Since Wuwu Valley brought back Lan Jingchu, in the backyard area of ​​Chaoxi Palace, he specially set up a separate area next to a Tianchi hot spring for Jiu Xiaohan - her eight desolate places and three realms.

The only remaining Lanzhi bloodline among the seven clans, a new Huilan Garden was built.

At that time, Lan Jingchu loved to soak in the hot springs for a long time during the cold season. No matter how much Li Wu urged her, she would not come out.

Unexpectedly, in this life, after being reincarnated as a human being, Jiu Xiaohan has always liked heat and is extremely afraid of the cold, just like Lan Jingchu who lived with Liwu in the morning and evening palace.

The more Li Wu involuntarily allowed his thoughts to recall, the details of the past between himself and Lan Jingchu that had been sealed in his heart for five hundred years, and those memories that he had ignored, became more and more apparent.

Clear, like.

(End of chapter)