bookcurios Chapter 101 Return to the Sky
Chapter 101 Return to the Sky
Although he had been away for more than half a month, the back mountain was still the same as when Chu Xinglan left, with no major changes.
Chu Xinglan ran into the yard, still calling his master.
Unfortunately, Sang Yunqi didn't shout out, but a giant gray-backed wolf ran towards him excitedly and pounced on him, knocking him to the ground.
The barbed tongue licked Chu Xinglan's face wetly, as happily as a dog that hadn't seen its owner for a long time.
Chu Xinglan wanted to push Bi Wu away, but after Bi Wu recovered from his recent injuries, his spiritual power also recovered, and Chu Xinglan couldn't push Bi Wu away even with all his strength.
"Hey, I said that's enough!"
"Can you please not play so dirty?"
Bi Wu licked left and right with his tongue, and Chu Xinglan's entire face was covered with saliva, even his hair was wet, and strands of it stuck to his head.
Not to mention that this is not over yet, Chu Xinglan feels that a layer of skin may have been peeled off his face.
He opened his mouth several times, but Bi Wu pretended not to hear him. Only after he calmed down did he jump to the side and transform into a human form.
His originally fierce appearance seemed much softer because of his big white teeth showing in joy.
He reached out his hand to Chu Xinglan, who was still lying on the ground with despair, and pulled him up.
"Okay, stop being so annoying. I'm just licking your fur, right?"
Chu Xinglan rolled his eyes at him unhappily, took out a handkerchief from the bell, wiped his face carefully, and then spoke.
"Where's my master? Has he come back?"
Bi Wu's originally smiling face suddenly became expressionless, "Master, Master, am I not good to you?"
Chu Xinglan didn't bother to pay attention to him and walked towards Sang Yunqi's room.
Bi Wu grabbed him and glared at him.
"Alright, stop looking for him. Your master hasn't come back yet."
"I plan to go back to the demon tribe tomorrow. Let's go and have a drink together."
Chu Xinglan looked at him suspiciously, with a look of distrust on his face: "Your cultivation is not as high as my master's, can you find his whereabouts?"
Bi Wu was choked. He really couldn't find out. If Chu Xinglan hadn't told him, he wouldn't even know when Sang Yunqi left.
He said awkwardly, "Didn't you ask me that?"
But he soon became confident again: "I said I was leaving, didn't you hear me?"
Chu Xinglan actually gets along pretty well with Bi Wu. If it were in the past, he would certainly be reluctant to see Bi Wu leave, and he would also be willing to say things that Bi Wu would like to hear and put them into practice.
But his mind was now completely occupied with his own master, and he was anxious to confirm whether Sang Yunqi was still there. In his eyes, Bi Wu's pulling and fussing was somewhat unreasonable.
"I have something important to discuss with my master, please don't mess with me."
"You've been here for so long anyway, so why not stay for two more days? I'll see you off when I'm done with my work."
After saying that, the man ran away.
Bi Wu stood there in amazement, watching his figure running away. This was the first time he heard of someone letting someone wait for two days before leaving because there was no time to see him off. Is this something a normal person would do?
Chu Xinglan is his own prince, how could he be wrong? So Bi Wu directly blamed everything on Sang Yunqi.
He didn't care whether Sang Yunqi was in the back mountain or not, he just stood there and cursed.
After he got tired of scolding, he sent a message to the Imperial Master, saying that it would take two days before he could set off back to the demon tribe.
Chu Xinglan ran to Sang Yunqi's door, stopped, and tidied himself up from head to toe. After his breathing became steady, he gently knocked on the door.
"Master, are you there?"
He waited for a while but didn't receive any response. He made up his mind, exerted force with his hands, and pushed the door open.
With a creaking sound, the two doors slowly opened to both sides. The dust that rose up made his nose itchy and he couldn't help sneezing, which also made him feel a little depressed.
Chu Xinglan took a step and stepped into the familiar room. The furnishings in the room had not changed much. There was an upside-down book on the desk, which must have been placed there without being finished.
However, he could still clearly see that there was a thin layer of dust on the table.
There are no disciples cleaning the mountain at the back. For the cultivators, cleaning the rooms is quite simple. A dust-removing technique can easily do the job.
So, my master really never came back.
Chu Xinglan went to the alchemy room, the weapon refining room, and even the storage room that Sang Yunqi had not set foot in for decades. Chu Xinglan looked everywhere but still did not see the figure he missed.
However, he unexpectedly discovered a vegetable garden in the back mountain. The ground had been turned over, but no one had sown seeds, so it looked particularly out of place among the greenery.
Chu Xinglan imagined his own master with his trouser sleeves rolled up, bending over with a hoe to hoe the ground, wiping his sweat with his sleeves. His body was dirty all over, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
But he soon stopped smiling and swept his eyes across the huge back mountain. Nothing had changed, but because one person was missing, everything was different.
He returned to his master's room, cleaned the room, took out a handful of jade ornaments from his bell, and carefully placed them on the windowsill facing the courtyard.
Chu Xinglan reached out and tapped the palm-sized human-shaped statue, closed the door, and walked out.
Returning to his room next door, he first took a hot bath, then took out the clothes and sheets he brought with him this time, washed them and hung them up to dry, before lying down on his soft big bed.
Chu Xinglan stared at the ceiling for a while, and couldn't help it, so he took out the communication jade slip and sent a message to his master.
[Master, I have returned home. When will you come back? ]
After waiting for a while, this enhanced version that was modified by his own master seemed to be broken and no reply was received.
Chu Xinglan threw the jade slip on the table, turned over, curled himself up in the quilt and closed his eyes.
Let's go to Chen Xiu to find out more information in the evening.
……
Thousands of miles away from Cangqiong Mountain, at the border with the Demon Realm, the sky is filled with yellow sand and there is no end in sight.
A black city stood abruptly in the middle of it, like a crawling giant beast.
The scorching sun burned the ground, and even the air was distorted.
Because of the climate, there is no green to be seen within a thousand miles, which makes people feel depressed for no reason.
The bluestone streets were deserted, except for the four gates of the city where monks were patrolling in an organized manner.
In the northeast, a tiny black shadow was walking towards the city, taking one deep step and one shallow step.
The man was wearing coarse linen clothes, his dark face was full of deep wrinkles, and he had a hat made of hay on his head, but it couldn't keep out the heat, and sweat kept dripping down like rain.
As he approached the city gate, the monks guarding the gate stopped him.
"who?"