Chapter 83: The Camellia Blooms, the Man Leaves (Part 2) Be good, don't make trouble...

The cool fragrance of plum blossoms wafted from her neck, filling her nostrils. Ye Qingzhan frowned slightly, and the hand not holding the bamboo pole traced the sleeve of the man in her arms, all the way up to his face, touching his closed eyes.

The person collapsed on her shoulder.

The weight was heavy, and Ye Qingzhan wanted to retreat, but as soon as she took a step back, the person leaned forward, his head slamming into her arms, clinging to her as if he knew she would reach out and catch him.

The sea breeze whistled in her ears, and bead-sized raindrops pelted her body.

Having just recovered, the doctor warned her not to get wet. Ye Qingzhan wanted to quickly return to Si Ning Temple to avoid the rain, but the person in her arms dragged her down. Every time she moved, he clung to her, preventing her from moving.

Ye Qingzhan had no choice but to support him with one hand, holding the bamboo pole with the other, and slowly move forward. Fortunately, Shoujing came out to look for her. When he saw her hugging a man covered in blood, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Qingzhan, who is this young man?" Shoujing stepped forward and supported her in the wind and rain.

After handing her the bamboo pole in his hand, Ye Qingzhan tried hard to push the strange man away from her. But the man seemed to be attached to her body. No matter how hard she pushed, he didn't move. If it weren't for the warm breath on the side of her neck, she would have thought he was dead.

Seeing her like this, Shoujing freed his hands to help. The two of them worked together, but the man covered in blood just leaned on Ye Qingzhan's shoulder and didn't move at all. He was really tall, and the two of them couldn't do anything with their combined strength.

The rain was getting heavier. Ye Qingzhan gasped and said, "I don't know who he is. I found him on the beach. I turned around and he fell into my arms."

The monks were compassionate. Shoujing sighed in the heavy rain and said, "Let's help him to the dilapidated temple in front first. Men are not allowed to enter the Si Ning Temple."

In order not to worry the sisters in the temple, Ye Qingzhan would go to the beach to relax and pick up shells when they were practicing these days. After returning, he would make them into jewelry and sell them in the market. Not far from the sea, there was an abandoned temple for passers-by to rest. Sometimes, when Ye Qingzhan was tired, he would stay there for a while.

Shoujing took Ye Qingzhan's arm again and supported her waist. Ye Qingzhan carried the man into the temple as if she was carrying a huge bag, and chose a clean place to sit down.

As soon as she sat down, the man who was leaning on her shoulder moved closer and almost hung on her. His body was as cold as ice, but his breath beside her ear was scorching hot.

Even though she couldn't see at the moment, Ye Qingzhan knew that she couldn't move around, let alone turn her head. If she moved, the two thin lips that had brushed against her earlobe would rub against her.

Shoujing was watching from the side, feeling very anxious. She couldn't help but reach out to pull this tactless man, but the more she pulled, the more he clung to her like a wild dog holding a meat bun, unwilling to let go. She was usually as gentle as water, but she was so angry that she was confused.

"Amitabha, this young man is handsome, and his eyebrows and eyes are like ice, but his reckless behavior is really shameful!"

Ye Qingzhan, who didn't dare to move at this moment, seemed to be in a trance, and asked stiffly: "Young man? Handsome? Is he good-looking?" She remembered what Shoujing had just said, "Is there blood on his body? Is he injured?"

A series of questions came to her like marbles. Shou Jing said slowly, "He was indeed covered in blood, almost staining his red clothes black. His face had only a few scratches, which didn't affect his appearance." Seeing the person asking her look thoughtful, she added, "Judging from his appearance, he should be young, perhaps around the same age as you."

A young man? In red clothes...

The scene of that day suddenly flashed back to her mind. Ye Qingzhan hurriedly asked, "Did he hold a silver-gleaming sword in his hand? Was there a mark of a red iris between his eyebrows?"

Seeing the person so anxious, Shou Jing quickly replied, "He didn't hold a sword in his hand. His eyebrows..." As if she didn't know what to say, she paused before saying, "His face was buried in your neck, so I couldn't see clearly."

No sword in his hand... How could it be? The flame of hope that had just ignited was extinguished again. The light in Ye Qingzhan's eyes suddenly dimmed. The plum fragrance in her nose made her even more worried. Suddenly, an echo fell in her mind.

A clang, hidden in thunder.

Like a sword falling to the ground.

This sound was made before he fell into her arms.

It was as if someone couldn't hold him anymore and he fell to the ground.

Ye Qingzhan remembered what Shoujing said, the young man leaning on him was covered in blood - could it be that he was injured and couldn't hold the sword in his hand? The sword fell to the ground, and he, who was going to kill her, fell into her arms first because of his serious injuries.

All this was her speculation, and to verify whether what she thought was true, she just had to see if there was a mark of scarlet iris on his forehead.

"Can you please do me a favor," Ye Qingzhan said to Shoujing, "Let's work together to lay him flat on the ground, and then ask my sister to help me see if there is a mark on his forehead?" He

was so obsessed with this, it must be related to the fall off the cliff. Shoujing stepped forward, said "OK", and began to hold the young man's shoulders with both hands. Ye Qingzhan quickly moved away, but unexpectedly, the two of them only missed by a fraction of an inch, and the young man's body pressed against her again.

This time, his lips almost touched the thin skin on the girl's neck.

"Did you see it?" Ye Qingzhan wanted to push away this clingy and shameless guy, but at this moment he wanted to ask for a definite answer. But this person seemed to be doing it on purpose, and he didn't want to leave him for a moment, not even a little bit. I don't know if Shoujing saw it clearly...

His thoughts turned around a lot for a while, and Ye Qingzhan was lucky, but he heard Shoujing say firmly: "No, there is nothing between his eyebrows."

Before the voice fell, Ye Qingzhan's heart fell to the bottom. Monks don't tell lies, and Shoujing had no reason to lie to her.

"Although the two of you were separated by less than an inch just now, this young man paused with his face turned outwards before burying it in you again..." Shoujing coughed lightly, his face slightly red, "At that moment, I saw clearly that there was nothing between his brows except dissatisfaction and restlessness."

Shoujing was telling the truth, and the more Ye Qingzhan listened, the heavier his heart became.

Isn't it him...

The rain outside the house gradually stopped, but Ye Qingzhan's thoughts were restless. He did not forget to remind Shoujing, "There will be a ritual in Si Ning Temple tomorrow. You must be busy. Staying here may delay things. Why don't you go back first while the rain stops?"

There are indeed many things to do tomorrow, and preparations must be made early tonight. However, it is really worrying to let this young woman stay with a strange man for a whole night.

Shoujing didn't know what to say, and then she heard Ye Qingzhan say again, "You don't have to worry about me. I can't go back to the temple if this man drags me like this." As he spoke, the young man suddenly hugged her, his face pressed against her neck.

Ye Qingzhan: "..."

In this situation, Shoujing didn't say much. She knew some medical skills, and she had just checked the young man's breath. He was just injured and looked serious, but in fact, his internal organs were not injured. It was just that he didn't wake up for some reason, and he was still like a dog-skin plaster, stuck to the girl, and couldn't be pulled off.

There was nothing he could do here, so Shoujing, filled with guilt for the blind girl, returned to Si Ning Temple.

In the dilapidated temple, only the two of them remained, and the silence was profound.

As someone slowly embraced him, Ye Qingzhan helplessly faced the rooftop, then glanced sideways at the nameless young man who had shackled him. His eyes darkened, and his heart burned with rage.

Who was he?

Why was he so clung to her?

Do they know each other!

Does he know that this is not in accordance with etiquette...

The plum fragrance coming from the young man surrounded her like drizzle and mist, soothing her restless heart. Amidst the howling of anger in her heart, Ye Qingzhan fell into a deep sleep.

Tomorrow morning, she must find a way to find out...

*

Since he could remember, Wen Gu has been living in the bottomless abyss, and the only living thing that accompanied him was a black dragon.

Wen Gu didn't know if he was thrown here since birth like this black dragon. He only knew that he had watched this talking black dragon hatch from its egg.

One man and one dragon stayed in this boundless, barren place for more than ten years.

This place is very strange. There are sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling every day, and it often changes its appearance.

Sometimes, when Wen Gu closed his eyes, he could hear something crying in his ear. Opening them, he'd be greeted by a river of blood, surrounded by people battling each other. They called this a battlefield, a fight to the death. Sometimes, the sound of a quarrel would startle him awake from his sleep. He'd open his eyes, not knowing where he was. All he saw were white sheets everywhere, a large black box standing alone in the center, and men and women in white clothes tearing and cursing at each other in front. He and Hei Batian watched curiously, unsure of what they were talking about.

Later, after witnessing countless quarrels and bloody scenes in this ever-changing place, Wen Gu gradually understood.

He was human, after all.

Just like these men and women, constantly calculating, bickering, and calculating, he was human.

Wen Gu didn't like being human.

He loved to fight this black dragon, until his head was bloodied and exhausted. Only then could he drift off to a deep sleep in this dark place, so he could live on in despair, to see others like him out there.

Sometimes, this place would act like it was broken, showing Wen Gu something else.

He saw a man and a woman hugging each other during the day. The man was very mean and bit the woman's mouth. The woman groaned and gasped, but in the end they both laughed. Wen Gu didn't understand, and neither did the Black Dragon beside him. What confused them the most was that the man bit another woman's mouth at night, and the woman he had hugged and bitten during the day rushed over angrily, slashing with a knife. The man dodged, and the woman sitting on the bed was stabbed, and the two of them wrestled again.

Wen Gu and Black Dragon looked at each other, confused, confused, really confused.

Wasn't it the man's fault?

Later, a hole opened up in this place, and he and Black Dragon ran out. They first went to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea to look for him and Black Dragon's parents, but were driven out by the shrimp soldiers and crab generals. The two of them were not convinced, and after causing chaos in the Dragon Palace, they ran to the human world.

Wen Gu also wanted to find his parents.

There, he learned that everyone has parents, that everyone starts out as a child and grows up. He wanted to ask his parents: Why did they abandon him there?

Mortals would say, "Why did they neglect him for so many years?" His visit

to the Dragon Palace wasn't without results. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals cursed, "Why are all these people coming to the East Sea looking for their parents? Who among us could have given birth to someone as beautiful as you? Go look for them in the mortal world! I heard the Immortals Lianyue and Zhuhua are looking for their children!"

At that moment, the Black Dragon, still in human form, joined him in the mortal realm.

They took a tattered scroll from the East Sea. According to the Dragon Palace, it contained a comprehensive account of all events in the world, both major and minor, and anecdotes alike. They read it while searching for people.

Since Wen Gu and the Black Dragon were both illiterate, they used coercion and bribery to intimidate a storyteller into revealing the book's contents. Later, they learned about ascension. The Black Dragon desired to ascend to heaven, and Wen Gu wondered: Would becoming an immortal allow him to know his past and present lives and find his parents more quickly?

So, while searching for their parents, they also cultivated their immortality, tempted to flock to the bustling mortal worlds. Where crowds gather, things invisible to mortals abound.

The ghosts, who only dared to appear at night, were terrified upon seeing Wen Gu. They knelt at his feet, crying, "Grandpa Ghost King, please spare me! I haven't eaten a single human."

Unconvinced, Wen Gu coldly asked, "Has anyone lost a child?"

The male ghost, baffled, whispered, "I saw a fox throw a child into the water."

The black dragon, who had taken on the mortal name of Hei Batian, was enraged. "That's outrageous! He must have thrown you! Let's kill him!"

The two immature children, after hearing the male ghost's description and forcing him to repeatedly assure them that it was true, set out on a quest to find the fox. They hacked and killed their way through, causing trouble everywhere. The black dragon's true form was revealed, attracting hundreds of cultivators determined to capture the monster alive. But none could get close enough to Wen Gu. And the pursuers were never heard from again.

People began to call him Yin Chen Jue.

On the way of chasing the fox, the fox did not meet him, but he encountered a rare "food" for ascending to immortality, which Hei Batian was tempted by...

Recalling the memories of the mortal world is also tiring.

Wen Gu woke up from his dream and wanted to sit up, but found that he was hugged tightly.

The person hugging him was the mortal woman that Hei Batian wanted to eat.

Killing intent suddenly arose. Wen Gu's eyes fell on her closed eyes, and then moved down little by little, using his eyes to see her off. She

really didn't know how

to live or die. As long as she was killed, the black dragon would not be able to ascend, and could fight with him until death.

Or until he found his parents.

Thinking of this, Wen Gu's eyes became heavier and heavier, turning into a poisonous sharp blade in the dark night, picking at the muscles and bones of the sleeping girl, and his hand slowly stretched out towards his delicate neck.

Just an inch away, and he could crush it.

Wen Gu felt a surge of pleasure in his heart, and his hand touched the girl's skin, his five fingers slowly closing inwards -

the girl in her sleep suddenly turned over, put her hand on his arm, and pulled hard. Wen Gu was completely defenseless, and was easily pulled into someone's arms, his face buried in a soft mass. Before he could react, he was pushed by the girl again and lay down beside her.

The girl turned sideways, held his face with both hands and rubbed it, and put her lips on his.

"Be good, don't make trouble."

Like a dream mumbling, the girl said, then hugged him tightly and fell asleep again.