These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"That's really targeted."

After saying this with a smile, Wei Tu reached out and rubbed his cheeks.

A touch of color returned to his handsome face as he looked at the maple leaves swaying outside the window and spoke softly.

"Lu Qingyan is a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. I respect and love her very much. I should say that she has been like this since she was a child."

"She brought you up the mountain?"

Wei Tu nodded. He didn't close his eyes to recall certain scenes. So much time had passed, and the memories had faded. There was no need for such a sense of ceremony.

"When I was very young, my father was always in poor health. He had tuberculosis and liked to drink alcohol. He couldn't work all day and didn't like to read. My mother took care of everything at home."

Mu Xitong looked at the handsome young man with a calm gaze. He was looking at the bright moon, and his face seemed to be illuminated by the light.

The faint smile conveyed little warmth.

“My mother always complained about how unlucky she was to have married a tuberculous man who had no ambition, no ability, and couldn’t work. She was the one who earned money to make ends meet every day. She cooked, sewed, and even grew vegetables to supplement the family income. I don’t remember ever having a single new item in the house. Instead, we lost one old item after another. I remember one very cold winter when my mother burned the only three chairs we had. For the rest of the spring, the family could only sit on the bed.”

Wei Tu laughed.

"My dad, being poor and lacking ambition, is one thing, but he always complains that my mom is clumsy and I can't help her, as if he blames everything in the world. To be honest, the most beautiful sounds I heard when I was a child were the cicadas and the frogs croaking in the fields."

Besides that, all that remained was their endless complaining and arguing. Until one day, that year, war raged across the land, chaos reigned, and bandits from the nearby mountains invaded our village.

"and then?"

Mu Xitong didn't think this was a special story. There are too many kinds of suffering in this world, each one is different, but they are all similar. The worst is nothing more than the destruction of one's family and death.

It may seem like just four words, but it represents a family's entire life.

What interests her is how this boy became like this, and what path he wanted to take.

Wei Tu smiled.

"Later... bandits stormed into our house, looking for something valuable. But there was nothing there; everything had already been sold off. The only valuable things were two quilts, or maybe myself. Those bandits wanted to kidnap my mother to be used as a military prostitute, and they wanted to kidnap me to sell for a good price. Whether I was sold to be a pimp or a male prostitute, it was all possible."

But the man who had been lying sickly in bed suddenly stood up, grabbed a knife, and stabbed one of the bandits. He had sworn to protect us, but was easily decapitated with a single blow.

Speaking of this, Wei Tu took a light breath, inhaling all the cold air into his lungs.

His tone remained relaxed.

"My mother carried me as we ran, but two legs can't outrun those on horseback. The bandits chased after us, laughing as they dragged my mother along the ground with their nooses. I still remember the bloodstains; they were almost everywhere. My mother was almost unrecognizable, and there wasn't an inch of unscathed skin on her legs. All I could do was cry and scream until my master arrived."

Wei Tu looked up; the moon was shining brightly, but it couldn't outshine the image in her mind.

"She was still a young girl at the time, but she was already very calm and mature, like those hermit masters... no, she was practically a fairy. She wiped out all the bandits, helped me collect my parents' bodies, and finally asked me: Do you want revenge?"

“I asked her, ‘Isn’t my revenge over? She’s already killed my enemy, so where should I seek revenge now, and who should I seek revenge against?’ Lu Qingyan told me: ‘Because of the existence of this world, hatred continues. Your story is playing out every day, and you can only change all of this by becoming stronger.’”

Mu Xitong looked at the boy's unusually gentle smile.

He laughed like a child.

A child who simply wants a string of candied hawthorns.

"I didn't realize you had such lofty goals since you were a child."

Wei Tu smiled and shook his head.

"I actually knew long ago that my talent was average and my abilities were limited. One person cannot change the world. I wanted to tell this story only because I know very well what a terrible world Lu Qingyan led me away from, avoiding a life that might have been more tragic than death. So no matter what, I wanted to do something for her, even if she misunderstood me."

"What a loving teacher and filial disciple! It makes me want to take on a disciple myself."

"Didn't Sister Xitong have a younger brother?"

Wei Tu turned his face and said with a smile.

Mu Xitong stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched Wei Tu's brow.

The boy's head was pushed straight back.

"It's a pity he's a dishonest younger brother."

Wei Tu laughed out loud, and Mu Xitong withdrew her hand and looked out the window.

What's the difference between the moon on earth and the moon in the sky? In the end, we all look at the same moon.

But those who look at the same moon ultimately have different thoughts and ideas.

Why does Sister Xitong get sleepy so easily?

The boy beside me suddenly asked. PS: Please leave more comments~~~

25 Voices from the Abyss

It seems like it's been a long time since anyone asked me this question.

It's also because she's seen fewer and fewer people. Due to her own circumstances, she rarely goes out and naturally sees few people. Perhaps she will just fall asleep and die on some cold, deserted night.

"It's related to my constitution. I'm naturally sensitive to all kinds of herbs and flowers. I could distinguish their effects when I was very young. Because of this, I didn't even need to read related books. My master said that I have the constitution of a medicinal spirit. This constitution will give me extremely high talent in refining and making medicine. However, the negative price is that I will be like those flowers, plants and trees, and I need to do very little to maintain my physical strength. Once I have exhausted my energy, I need to rest."

Mu Xitong said calmly.

This matter is not exactly a secret; many elders on the mountain are actually well aware of it.

This is also why they feel comfortable leaving themselves alone in the Medicine King Pavilion, because even if they have bad intentions, their constitution wouldn't allow them to achieve anything.

Wei Tu nodded thoughtfully.

"Isn't there any way to solve this?"

Mu Xitong shook her head, then looked at Wei Tu with amusement.

"You haven't even resolved your master's matter, yet you want to help my sister? What, you're setting your sights on me?"

It's comfortable to get along with someone who says things directly, but saying things like this only makes Wei Tu both laugh and cry.

"There's no such thing as a problem. It's just because I'm a kind-hearted person."

"Not because I'm good-looking?"

"Not at all."

Wei Tu spoke with righteous indignation and exuded a dignified aura.

"hehe."

Mu Xitong only let out a disdainful laugh.

She gracefully lay down on the low couch.

She's only been up for a little while, but it seems she's about to fall asleep again.

Wei Tu prepared to go back to his room to rest. It was indeed getting late. He would go to the Cold Pool at the foot of Little Iris Peak tomorrow.

Now that the task has been assigned to me, I should make some preparations.

This world of cultivation doesn't have many fancy tricks; it's all about strength, and strength again.

Just as Wei Tu was about to go back to his room to rest.

"Wei Tu".

"Ok?"

The young man stopped and looked at the woman lying on her side on the couch, her posture alluring.

Will it clear the meridians?

She asked that question.

Wei Tu was stunned.

"It will happen... but Sister Xitong needs to smooth things over?"

"You give it a try."

Mu Xitong said succinctly.

Wei Tu thought for a moment and then stepped forward. He had no reason to refuse; this was their territory, and they could kick him out in a heartbeat.

Unblocking the meridians is not the same as a regular massage.

More importantly, it is used to unblock the meridians. Sometimes it is for cases where the meridians are blocked, or when the meridians are damaged after a major battle.

Moreover, it consumes a lot of physical strength, since it requires one's own spiritual energy to be input into the other person's meridians, circulate throughout the body, and then be completely withdrawn.

It's not difficult, but it's inevitable that you'll touch the other person's body, which can be a bit ambiguous.

Wei Tu walked over, smelling the fragrant scent on the other person and looking at her alluring and graceful figure.

"Um... Sister Xitong, is this alright?"

Mu Xitong glanced at him lightly, then sat up in a cross-legged position.

"Don't act all innocent, you brat, I haven't said anything."

"Don't say that. I am a gentleman and I never force others to do things against their will."

Mu Xitong turned her head slightly, her shoulder strap looking like it was about to fall off but hadn't, her alluring pink shoulders faintly visible.

It was absolutely vibrant and captivating.

"Say another word?"

"I was wrong."

Wei Tu took a deep breath and slowly placed his hands on the other person's shoulders...

"Should we put it here?"

Mu Xitong's voice came through.

"Of course, it doesn't matter where you put it, it doesn't matter what form it takes."

"Hehe, where would you put it if I were facing you?"

"Uh... I guess I'll just put it in my hand?"

Wei Tu thought about the scene, and realized that no normal person would put it in their hand.

Mu Xitong remained silent, and Wei Tu cleared his mind of all distracting thoughts.