bookcurios Chapter 274 Useless
Chapter 274 Useless
After one month.
The grand banquet for the founding of Jiluan Sect was held.
At the beginning of each year, guests from all over the world gather here, some riding on swords, some riding on magical birds.
For a moment, the sky above Jiluan Sect was brightly lit, as if the galaxy was hanging upside down.
The sect was decorated with lights and colorful ornaments, spiritual silks fluttered in the wind, and the rich aroma of delicious food filled every inch of the air.
Disciples from various peaks wore brand new sect robes and masks as they moved between banquets.
The red falcon feather cloak of Elder Red Owl swept across the jade steps, and the sea tide ring of Elder White Owl jingled.
Zhou Zhou held the Ice Bird mask and pushed Chen Xian's wheelchair into the banquet hall.
Chen Xian looked at the fluttering skirt in the distance and smiled reluctantly.
"Aren't you going to dance?"
Zhou Zhou shook his head. "Now the whole sect knows that I brought a Taoist companion back. Don't tease me."
Chen Xian was slightly stunned when he heard this, then he lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Zhou Zhou, you really don't have to be like this. My appearance will only make you lose face."
Zhou Zhou squatted down and held Chen Xian's hand. "Ah Xian, whether your injury is healed or not, I will never abandon you."
"You are my companion, and this will never change."
Complex emotions flashed in Chen Xian's eyes. He opened his mouth but just sighed softly, turned his head to the side, and said no more.
In the banquet hall, there was melodious music and graceful dancing.
Zhou Zhou pushed Chen Xian through the crowd, attracting a lot of attention.
Some people were whispering, some were looking at him curiously, but Zhou Zhou didn't care. He just focused on pushing Chen Xian, occasionally lowering his head to whisper a few words to him.
"Young Sect Master, this is..."
A young monk in gorgeous clothes walked forward and glanced at Chen Xian.
Zhou Zhou said calmly, "This is my Taoist partner, Chen Xian."
The monk was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "So it's Fellow Daoist Chen. I've heard of your great name for a long time."
"I heard that Fellow Daoist Chen made great contributions in the fight against demons in Nanzhou. He is truly a hero from a young age!"
Chen Xian forced a smile and said in a cold voice, "Thank you."
"It's all thanks to everyone. I didn't contribute much."
The young cultivator said rashly, "Fellow Daoist Chen, what are you talking about? If you hadn't given it your all, how could it have turned out like this..."
"shut up!"
Zhou Zhou shouted loudly.
Seeing this, the monk said no more and turned away angrily.
Zhou Zhou leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Ah Xian, don't worry about it."
"No...it's okay..."
Chen Xian's voice trembled.
As he was speaking, a woman in a scarlet silk dress came gracefully. It was Zhuohua, the daughter of the Great Elder.
She was holding a gold-thread mask with her fingertips, and the cinnabar mole at the end of her eye burned like a firework.
"Young Master, how are you?"
"Zhuohua?" Zhou Zhou's pupils shrank. "Didn't you go to Zhongdu with the former sect leader?"
Zhuohua chuckled and said, "Everything in Zhongdu went smoothly, so the former sect leader sent me back first."
She opened her red lips slightly, and her eyes fell on Chen Xian intentionally or unintentionally. "I heard that the young master brought a Taoist companion back to the sect. I was naturally anxious and wanted to see her."
Zhou Zhou calmly moved the wheelchair behind him and said in a distant tone, "Now that I've met you, Miss Zhuohua, if you have nothing else to do, please make yourself at home."
Zhuo Hua moved lightly with lotus steps, circled in front of Chen Xian, leaned down, and looked him straight in the eyes: "Is this Mr. Chen Xian?"
"He is truly graceful. Even with injuries, his heroic spirit cannot be concealed."
Chen Xian raised his head slightly, met her gaze, and said calmly, "Miss Zhuohua, you are too kind."
"This white hair... is it dyed with white plum blossoms?" Zhuohua raised his eyebrows.
"Yes," Zhou Zhou gripped the wheelchair handle tightly, "I ground it myself."
Zhuo Hua straightened up and giggled, "Young Sect Master, you have good taste."
She dragged out the last word, a barely perceptible cunning flashing in her eyes, "What a pity... If I had put my mind elsewhere, perhaps I could have recovered sooner."
Zhou Zhou frowned: "What do you mean by that?"
Zhuohua played with the ribbon of the mask in his hand and said nonchalantly, "When I was in Zhongdu, I heard about a mysterious doctor from Luzhou."
"That doctor specializes in repairing various difficult injuries. His methods are exquisite and ingenious. Perhaps he can alleviate Mr. Chen's worries."
A glimmer of light flashed in Chen Xian's eyes, but then dimmed again. He said self-deprecatingly, "Miss, you're joking. Zhongdu is so far away. How can I dare to hope to get there in my current state?"
Zhou Zhou held Chen Xian's hand tightly, his eyes firm: "Ah Xian, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we can't give up."
"It's not impossible to tell the Young Master the specific location—"
Zhuohua smiled deliberately.
Zhou Zhou stared at her and said, "If you have any requests, just ask."
"How can I be so embarrassed?" Zhuo Hua chuckled, and pointed at a person in the distance, "The Holy Son of Bingpo Sect, Lan Yuan."
"After his fiancée Lan Yi returned to the sect, she disappeared completely. Now, she's come to the Jiluan Sect again..."
"what do you mean?"
"Young Sect Master, please dance with me to dispel his idea."
Zhou Zhou gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly and politely replied, "Sorry, I already have an appointment."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Chen Xian say, "You go."
Zhou Zhou suddenly turned to look at Chen Xian, his eyes full of disbelief: "Ah Xian, what did you say?"
Chen Xian turned his head slightly, avoiding his gaze, and said in a low voice: "Go and dance, just consider it a favor for others."
There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was used to giving up hope to others, even if that hope concerned himself.
Zhou Zhou gritted his teeth and was about to say something, but saw Chen Xian gently waving his hand.
"I'll be waiting for you here, go ahead."
Zhou Zhou was filled with helplessness and reluctance. Finally, he slowly let go of the wheelchair armrest, stood up and walked towards Zhuohua.
Zhuohua raised a smug smile and walked lightly with Zhou Zhou into the center of the dance floor.
Everyone on the dance floor consciously made room for them, their eyes focused on the perfect couple.
The music was melodious, Zhou Zhou's posture was upright, but his dance steps were a bit stiff.
Chen Xian watched the couple disappear into the dance floor.
Zhou Zhou's ice-blue robe and crimson skirt were intertwined, like the tearing of snow and fire.
"It's so stuffy in the room."
Chen Xian felt like his heart was blocked by something and he couldn't breathe.
He moved the wheelchair with his arms and walked slowly out.
*
Next to the banquet hall is the Jiluan Pond.
The pool water reflected the cold moon, and bursts of white mist rose.
Chen Xian staggered and fell to the shore, mist covering his broken wrist.
In a trance, he seemed to see his younger self, galloping freely on the horse farm with his uncle and other elders.
……
"Xian'er, when you grow up, would you like to join the army with your uncle?"
Chen Zizai dismounted, approached Chen Xian and asked.
"No way!" Young Chen Xian pinched his nose and said in disgust, "I've been training all day and my body has become smelly!"
"Hahahaha... Xian'er, what do you want to do?"
Father Chen touched his head and smiled.
Chen Xian's second uncle stroked his beard and asked, "How about becoming an official with your second uncle? It seems the second young man from the Pei family is also going to join the Censorate!"
"No."
Chen Xian said depressedly.
"Hey, what does a child know?" Chen's mother waved her hand and joked, "If you ask me, letting Xian'er marry a beautiful girl is the real thing—"
Chen Xian said anxiously: "Mom!"
Chen Zizai smiled and said, "Your mother is right. And there are more than one, there are many."
"The responsibility of continuing the Chen family's bloodline falls entirely on you, kid!"
Chen Xian rolled his eyes, immediately raised his fist, and angrily hit the horse's butt.
The horse was frightened and kicked up its hooves and ran forward.
“Eh, eh eh!?”
Chen Zizai was dragged away by the horse.
"Third uncle——"
"Remember to come back for dinner!"
……
"Chen Xian."
"You're so useless."