Chapter 87
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Shen Shu's eyes darkened. "He's just a clown. Why should I be angry with him? Don't worry, Shizun. I've already remembered what you said before. I'll be careful on the Stairway to Heaven. I won't act recklessly. "
The morning light shone on Shen Shu's young and handsome face. The young man looked at his Shizun seriously. There wasn't any hostility in his expression, but the shadow behind him was slightly distorted.
Ye Yunlan didn't notice it. "If we really meet, there's no need to fear battle. After all, in this world, the strong have always been the only one who is right. "
He said this with indifference.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound in the distance.
The Longevity Tree in the distance suddenly glowed. The blue flowers on the treetops swayed quickly. The petals drifted in the air like rain. A golden crack slowly split open from the trunk.
Someone shouted, "The Stairway to Heaven has opened!"
The crowd gathered around the ancient tree began to squeeze towards the crack in the golden light, for fear of falling behind the others.
Shen Shu stood beside him, but didn't move.
Ye Yunlan asked, "Aren't you in a hurry?"
Shen Shu said, "Many people aren't in a hurry. Why should I be?"
There were indeed many disciples around the ancient tree who hadn't fought to enter. After all, it was different from the mountain path outside. The Psychic Stream was a world of its own. Passing through the Psychic Stream and ascending the Stairway to Heaven was a long journey. The outcome wouldn't be decided in a short period of time.
"What's more … I want to stay with Shizun for a while."
Shen Shu looked back and smiled at Ye Yunlan. He took out an oiled paper bag from his storage ring and handed it to Ye Yunlan. "This is apricot flower mung bean cake. I saw that Shizun liked it at the market, so I went out early this morning to bring some back. "
Ye Yunlan was slightly startled. He took the oiled paper bag and slowly rubbed it with his other hand. "You're very considerate." He rolled up his sleeves and took out a piece of mung bean cake from the bag.
The mung bean cake was still steaming. He felt a burning pain on his fingertips that were invaded by the cold. He lowered his head and gently took a bite.
It was soft and sweet.
Shen Shu stared at him attentively and suddenly said, "Shizun, if I reach the top of the floating clouds, can you promise to give me a reward?"
Ye Yunlan: "What reward?"
"I want Master to pluck a flower for me," Shen Shu said. "Just like the one I plucked for Master."
Ye Yunlan looked up slightly. "What kind of flowers do you want?"
"Any kind of flower is fine," Shen Shu said. "As long as it's personally picked by Shizun, it's fine. As long as I think of Shizun waiting for me at the top of Floating Cloud Peak, I will have a lot more strength to move forward. "
"… Alright, I promise you."
While the master and disciple were talking, more than half of the crowd around the ancient tree had entered. Ye Yunlan had just finished chewing a piece of mung bean cake when he saw Shen Shu approaching him. He lifted the silk fence with one hand and wiped the powder from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief with the other hand. He whispered, "When I'm not here, Shizun must take good care of yourself."
The young man's eyes were dark and deep, with a sharp and narrow shape, vaguely revealing a sense of familiarity.
Ye Yunlan was in a daze again. He pursed his lips, raised his hand to take the handkerchief, and knocked the young man's forehead with the back of his hand. "The trials and dangers of ascending the Heavenly Stairs are immeasurable. You should worry about yourself first. I don't need you to worry about me. Don't dilly-dally, go quickly. "
"Yes." Shen Shu touched the place where he was knocked and looked at him with a smile. "— Yes, Shizun."
He turned around, and his vigorous figure leaped down from the hillside. The black ponytail tied behind him rose up, and like a wolf, he scuttled into the crack of the golden light.
The crowd disappeared, and the surroundings of the ancient tree became quiet. A breeze blew, swirling the blue petals that filled the sky.
Ye Yunlan held the oiled paper bag in his hand, and the warmth dispersed some of the winter's chill for him.
He looked at the ancient tree in the distance, and slowly ate the mung bean cakes one by one. Then he used the handkerchief to carefully wipe his palms, and turned to leave.
When he returned to the cave, a wave of heat hit him in the face.
Gu Xuan was sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, meditating. The pale golden aura of blood circled around his body. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were constantly trembling.
Blood seeped out of his bandaged chest. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of grayish-purple blood. The blood fell on the ground, and corroded a hole with black smoke.
Gu Xuan slowly stopped, and calmed the blood flow in his body.
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