bookcurios Chapter 277 Pond Wall Statue
Chapter 277 Pond Wall Statue
Chu Xinglan really wanted to take a shower. He hadn’t taken a shower for half a year. He didn’t feel it when he was in seclusion, but now when he mentioned it, he felt that he was a little too dirty. He could even smell a faint odor at the tip of his nose.
Of course, monks are different from ordinary people. This is just a psychological effect, but it is better to wash it, which is also a kind of relaxation.
However, he didn't want to be with his master anymore. The last incident still haunted him when he thought about it.
After returning to the room, she politely declined her master's invitation to take a bath together and went to the bathroom alone with her clothes.
After the roof collapsed last time, Sang Yunqi renovated the entire bathroom. Now the hot spring pool in the center of the bathroom is bigger, with hot steam rising, and it is surrounded by light golden gauze.
After Chu Xinglan took off all his clothes, he jumped directly in. After feeling the warm water covering his body, Chu Xinglan sighed in comfort.
Sitting on the steps built on the edge of the pool, Chu Xinglan closed his eyes and leaned against the pool in relaxation.
After feeling that his physical fatigue had subsided a lot, he opened his eyes and began to take a bath seriously.
His sight inadvertently fell on the edge of the pool. He didn't know when paintings had been carved on the white jade. Although the brushstrokes were simple, Chu Xinglan could still see clearly at a glance that they all depicted his appearance in beast form.
Some were catching butterflies, some were picking fruits, some were basking in the sun with their bellies exposed... When I looked at them one by one, I saw that they were all different forms of myself.
Just a few strokes, but it was so vivid that Chu Xinglan paused for a moment.
Throwing away the towel in his hand, Chu Xinglan pushed his foot against the wall of the pool and swam slowly in the pool. Then he found that the entire wall of the pool was full of him.
This bathtub used to be exclusively for Sang Yunqi, but after he came, it became a shared one for the two of them.
In the entire back mountain, there was not even a disciple to sweep the ground except the two of them, so it was impossible for anyone to come in.
So, it is clear at a glance who did all this.
Chu Xinglan was certain that before he went into seclusion, there was nothing here. Moreover, as he saw more and more, he discovered that this place had all kinds of forms since he arrived here, and the distribution was very chaotic, not following the growth trajectory.
The feeling it gives people is that you can draw whatever you think of today.
Chu Xinglan's mind flashed with the image of his master taking a bath, and thinking of himself, he casually drew his own image on the wall of the pool. Until today, the entire wall of the pool is covered with drawings.
Does he feel touched?
Chu Xinglan could only say that it was only a little bit, but more of it was a weird feeling in his heart.
Well, it’s a bit perverted to see my own portrait in a place like this. It’s really shameful and hard to accept.
But he felt it was a pity to destroy all these things.
Therefore, he simply filled all the remaining empty spaces with small portraits of his own master.
He doesn't draw in the high-end style of his master. All he draws are Q-version figures, which complement his animal form.
Chu Xinglan’s idea was very simple. It would be better if this thing was fair. If he felt ashamed, his master should be ashamed too.
In the end, Chu Xinglan buried himself completely at the bottom of the pool. From time to time, jade powder could be seen rising to the surface with his movements, and then quickly dissipating into thin air.
After nearly two quarters of an hour, Chu Xinglan finally emerged from the water with satisfaction.
He raised his hand to wipe the water off his face, then put his wet hair behind his head before continuing his bath.
When Chu Xinglan returned to the house, Sang Yunqi was sitting in the hall playing chess, holding the black pieces in one hand and the white pieces in the other. He was quite interested in playing chess with himself.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head, casually threw the white piece in his right hand into the chess box, and waved at Chu Xinglan.
Chu Xinglan leaned over to take a look at the chessboard. The black and white pieces echoed each other. Just by looking at the number of pieces on the board, Chu Xinglan knew that this was not something he could understand. He simply looked away and sat casually opposite Sang Yunqi.
He hooked Sang Yunqi's teacup with one finger and gulped down the remaining tea in the cup.
Sang Yunqi stood up and walked behind him. He inserted his two slender jade-like hands gently into his hair. As his spiritual power gathered, he dried Chu Xinglan's hair bit by bit.
"Why did you come out without drying your hair?"
As Sang Yunqi's fingertips touched him, Chu Xinglan felt a little itchy. He shook his head subconsciously, splashing water droplets all over Sang Yunqi's face.
Sang Yunqi: “…”
Chu Xinglan was completely unaware that his hair was now too long. He wanted to cut it short before, but Sang Yunqi wouldn't let him.
Although it doesn't take much effort to dry with spiritual power, Chu Xinglan still finds it troublesome. He would just wait for it to do it by itself. However, most of the time, this task was done by Sang Yunqi.
However, he was very patient when drying his master's hair. Chu Xinglan felt that this might be the power of love.
Chu Xinglan closed his eyes slightly, tilted his head back to make it easier for his master to move, and replied casually.
"I want Master to dry it for me."
Sang Yunqi gave him a light slap and said, "You are just lazy."
Chu Xinglan chuckled and did not refute. Instead, he enjoyed his master's service with peace of mind.
The two of them, one sitting and the other standing, Sang Yunqi patiently listened to Chu Xinglan talk about his experience and insights from this retreat, responding from time to time and pointing out some problems.
By the time his hair was dry, Chu Xinglan had gained a lot.
He felt a little emotional. His master was really gifted in this area. Whenever he couldn't figure out a problem, just a few simple words from his master could make him suddenly understand.
Moreover, it is not as obscure as what is said in the books. It is always easy to understand. Chu Xinglan has been able to get to where he is today in a short period of time. The reason for this is naturally his outstanding talent and hard work, but Sang Yunqi also made an indelible contribution.
Every time this happened, Chu Xinglan felt sad that it would be a loss to the world of cultivation if his master did not establish his own sect and accept a hundred or eighty disciples to teach.
However, when he became the exception, the only one, he became very proud and secretly delighted.
Such an excellent guy was kidnapped by me. It must be a great honor for me, right?
After the two men finished talking about business, the next step should have been to fight against the master to test their actual combat skills.
However, today Sang Yunqi stopped someone, took out a letter from the space and handed it to Chu Xinglan.
"This was sent by Xuan Ling a few days ago. Take a look."
Chu Xinglan took it in surprise and looked it over.
Xuan Ling was very clear about the relationship between him and his master. The two could be said to be very good friends, and they had a special way of communicating with each other.
Generally, if there is something going on, the two of them will contact each other directly and will never send someone to deliver a letter to make it so formal.
And if it's really an urgent matter, the letter may be delivered too late.