Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 847

Under the eaves, beside the low table, two figures sat on each side. One figure was tall and handsome, the other was slender and graceful, with a beautiful figure.

On the table was a pot of tea, some soft, sweet cakes, nuts and candied fruits.

Instead of sitting around, it is better to make a pot of honey milk tea. So a small charcoal stove with a coarse porcelain pot is placed next to the table. The tea with milk is made to simmer, and the surrounding area is soon filled with tea fragrance.

The Immortal Lord is pure-hearted and has few desires, but his two immortal servants love new things and food.

Every time I came back from Xiaojing, I would always bring back some popular things, but milk tea was not one of them. However, the East Kitchen had almost all the ingredients needed for milk tea, which was just what I needed right now.

Sang Yue went to the east kitchen to get it by herself. Meng Ji and He Yu were not there at that time, so she didn't have to explain herself.

Simply sitting with her was too boring. She had just arrived and the concept of stage had not yet taken root in her heart. Moreover, the Immortal Venerable was always gentle to her. Except for giving her some pressure at the edge of the Sky Swirl Cliff, they got along normally at other times.

There is respect, but there is really not much fear.

She also brought the snacks from the east kitchen. The Immortal Master said they were there and were made by Meng Ji. The Immortal Master rarely tasted snacks, whether they were sent from Xiaojing or made by his own immortal servants, at most he would help taste and comment.

Thinking that the fairy would like these soft and delicate pastries, he asked her to bring them. Meng Ji probably didn't expect that his home would be robbed in his own territory.

But it doesn’t matter, there will be many days like this in the future, and he will get used to it.

……

In Sang Yue's opinion, a cup of hot and sweet milk tea is the most appropriate thing to do on such a cold winter day. After she finished packing, she looked up and glanced at the courtyard view outside the corridor, and was instantly amazed.

It’s snowing again, it’s worthy of being the fairy mountain connecting the snowy climate.

I have been here for a few days, and the so-called sunny day is when the snow stops, and the sky has been gloomy. Fortunately, the rocks and trees in the courtyard are arranged in a staggered manner, and the goose-down-like snowflakes are fluttering, gently covering everything like fine cotton wool.

The back courtyard of the main hall is also very spacious, with a broad view, from which you can enjoy the beautiful scene of snow dancing in the sky and silver makeup for thousands of miles.

All that is seen is snow-white, which is the color of Yuchen Palace all year round, with no other bright colors changing.

"You've been here for a few days. Are you used to it?" The Immortal Lord asked slowly, looking straight ahead.

"I'm used to it," Sang Yue took his initiative to agree and sat on the ground casually. There was a thick straw mat under her body. She didn't know what it was made of, but it didn't feel cold at all. "I always go with the flow. My Lord, don't worry."

It is worthy of being a fairy's item. The rooms of her and her two colleagues are all equipped with such mats.

"You are not a slave, so just call me Your Majesty."

"Zun Shang" is a respectful title for him by outsiders, and only the servants who recognize the master call him "Zun Shang". Meng Ji and He Yu recognized the master, and if she followed suit, it would easily cause misunderstanding by outsiders.

It doesn't really matter what outsiders think. He just feels itchy when he thinks that she hasn't recognized him as her master. There is a reason why the outside world calls him the Demon Lord. Demons admire the strong and respect the strong. All arrogant creatures will submit to his strength.

"I admire you," Sang Yue said, not expecting him to reveal his inner thoughts in front of her. "I admire the strong, too, so I came back with you."

"Then what are you waiting for?" The Immortal Venerable smiled and said nonchalantly, "Recognize the master."

"No," he immediately put away his timid smile and said seriously, "These are two different things. What I want all my life is freedom, which does not conflict with my admiration for the strong."

Flattery is fine, but the bottom line of principles cannot be lost. She does not want to spend even a single day being driven and manipulated by others, and being treated like a slave. The Immortal Venerable seemed to know what she was thinking, and remained silent for a long while before casually asking:
"Where's your pendant?"

"Crushed it." Sang Yue said bluntly.

"Why?" The Immortal Lord frowned and looked at her with clear and cool eyes, "It turns out that the soul bond with it is not the thing you love most?"

"It's not a beloved one," Sang Yue was a little embarrassed by his question. She held a cup of fresh, hot milk tea in both hands and tried to keep her tone steady. "It was something from an old man I once had a crush on. He later died unexpectedly, so I just keep it as a memory..."

It has been two hundred years, and it seems a bit artificial that she is still obsessed with it. After all, she is not the kind of person who is loyal.

"Have feelings for each other?" It was rare to hear an immortal bring up such a topic, so the Immortal Venerable was slightly interested. "Is it an old acquaintance, or is it a love story between a man and a woman?"

"I think it's all of them," Sang Yue herself couldn't tell the difference. "People in this world are nothing more than those desires for food, sex and pleasure. If I had gotten them then, perhaps these two pomegranate pendants wouldn't have stayed with me until today. But I didn't get them, and those who don't get them will always be restless."

There is no grace without reason in the world. It is natural for him to return her a chance to become an immortal today after supporting her in the past. Otherwise, why would he, a great immortal from the immortal realm, treat a humble immortal like her so well?
If he hadn't helped her, she would have disappeared into the vortex of the sky.

Although this is pure conjecture, it may not be untrue. Thinking back to the time when she tried to deduce Feng Yeheng's whereabouts, she was almost blinded by the strong light. At that time, she felt that his origin was extraordinary, and if they were destined, they would meet again sooner or later.

But it was just conjecture after all, and I never had the courage to ask him for confirmation.

If he was willing to tell her, he would have confessed to her; since he didn't say that, it meant that either she guessed wrong or he had no intention of looking back. As the saying goes, the master can only lead you to the door, but the practice depends on yourself.

The past is over, and the future depends on her own efforts.

Of course, these words are not convenient to say here. The leader asked her to sit with him, either because he wanted to find someone to talk to, or because he wanted to listen to a stranger's voice to relieve his boredom.

The Immortal Venerable is obviously the latter, and since her throat is fine, her voice should sound good if she speaks normally, right?

"So you have no attachment to the past?" the Immortal Lord said in a calm voice.

"Yes, I don't miss it." Sang Yue nodded honestly, "In terms of ability, appearance and character, the immortal kings in the fairyland are more outstanding. Besides, I have been moving forward all the time, so everything in the past has naturally become insignificant."

She will encounter more heart-warming people and things in the future, so why would she hesitate to move forward just for an old friend?
If the immortal in front of her is really the old person, she must let him know that the old person does have some weight in her heart and is a beautiful scenery in her life.

That's all, there's no need to pay more for her concern.

"Oh?"

The Immortal Venerable paused, then suddenly stretched out his hand, opened his palm and summoned a ball of spiritual light. Sang Yue was puzzled, but still curiously moved closer to take a look. It turned out to be some flowers, trees, and a variety of crops...

He frowned, as if something was familiar.

"Your space was shattered into pieces by the strong wind in the sky vortex. I saw that these spiritual plants were growing well and it would be a pity to shred them, so I kept them. I wanted to return them to you after you adapted to the environment of the fairyland, but now it seems that I underestimated you.

Since you have decided to say goodbye to the past, their existence will only ruin your Taoism..."

"If one's heart is firm, then nothing can be defeated." Sang Yue quickly knelt in a straight position, put her hands together and stretched them upwards, "I kneel down to thank the Lord for His protection, and ask for His grace to return to me."

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