si-mexico Chapter 522 Forgetting Worry
Chapter 522 Forgetting Worry
"What's wrong? Why are you looking so gloomy again, like a little bitter gourd!" A subtle fragrance wafted over, and a beautiful figure in crimson caught the eye.
Qingzhi was stunned for a moment before looking up at her.
The young girl had bright, expressive eyes, and wore a fiery red dress.
He stood there, stunned, for a long, long time before he finally came to his senses and softly called out a name he himself couldn't hear: "Junior Sister..."
The delicate fragrance of peach blossoms suddenly approached, and her ink-black hair gradually spread out before his eyes, forming the softest and most splendid brocade.
He stared blankly, his eyes wide. The next second, a cool fingertip gently touched the cinnabar mark on his brow. The girl's bright smile drew near, and she winked playfully at him.
"You've been praised by Master eleven times today, the most among all of us fellow disciples. Shouldn't you be happy? You're usually the most amazing one!"
His pupils suddenly lost color, and Qingzhi opened his mouth. He heard himself say in a frustrated and immature voice, "Although I was praised the most by my master today, I still couldn't draw this talisman even after an hour. It's simply unforgivable!"
He paused for a moment, then his annoyed voice quickly turned into a pitiful, aggrieved tone and a tentative, cautious inquiry: "Senior Sister, do you think I've become stupid? Would you dislike a stupid junior brother?"
The girl leaned closer, her forehead almost touching his. Her slender, porcelain-white fingers picked up a diagram and explanation of a talisman, held it up to the sunlight, and exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this advanced talisman technique? You've learned this already?"
Qingzhi lowered his head, twirling his fingers, a little shy but also a little proud: "I'm determined to become the sect leader, the leader of the number one sect in the world. Of course, I have to be proficient in everything and do everything to the best of my ability, so as not to disgrace our founder!"
The girl chuckled and sat sideways on his desk. Golden light from the window scattered across her crimson skirt, like layers of the most beautiful golden peach blossoms embroidered on it. "Our little Qingzhi is quite ambitious. I thought you were just saying that because you lost to your senior brother! Let me see what kind of talisman this is that can stump our little Qingzhi!"
"Um--
"A talisman for forgetting worries...a talisman for forgetting worries?"
The girl hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at him: "Junior Brother Qingzhi, what is your biggest worry and concern right now?"
Qingzhi lowered his head and thought seriously for a while: "I'm not strong enough yet, I can't be the sect leader!"
The air grew still.
A sigh, soft and slow, like smoke and mist.
Qingzhi barely heard the sigh that momentarily escaped his notice.
The girl gazed out the window, her eyes serene yet melancholic: "Without sorrow, how can one forget sorrow? Junior Brother Qingzhi."
Suddenly opening his eyes, the immortal, covered in snow and frost, clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood. His expression was pained, but his eyes were glazed over.
The scene before my eyes seemed to be that same clear sky, with a girl in black hair and a red dress, bright as a flower, her fairy-like beauty hazy and veiled in my dream.
The enormous Qiankun Array in front of him was still slowly rotating in the heavens and earth, with white and golden light intertwined with the most complex and ancient runes, their light and darkness intertwined, vaguely revealing an unfathomable destiny.
Qingzhi looked at the bloodstains on his white robe and slowly closed his eyes.
My heart still aches intermittently, as if a thousand needles are piercing it.
His fate was sealed the moment his memories were forcibly unraveled by his overwhelming emotions.
He took out a yellowed, wrinkled talisman from his sleeve, which looked like it had been stored for many, many years. Qingzhi stretched out his fingers and stroked the patterns on it, but what he was thinking about was the fate he had glimpsed on the Qiankun Array—the tribulation to become an immortal, one of which lies in destiny.
It wasn't her after all.
It was the sword she sent that belonged to that person.
It turned out that this final hurdle was a tribulation he never wanted to overcome.
So this is what true "sorrow" is like: a sea of sins that one is willing to sink into, even by all means and painstaking effort.
"I knew you'd be here." Soft footsteps came from behind, and in a daze, it sounded like an old friend was coming.
Qingzhi neither turned around nor spoke.
With a pale face, Jiang Yueming leaned weakly against the jade pillar carved with dragons and phoenixes, looking up at the twinkling stars in the night sky: "He will come here to find you too, won't he? Senior Brother Chongdao."
Qingzhi lowered his eyes, his thin lips were pale.
"I'm not here to accuse you, nor am I here to force you to tell me about the entrance to the Outer Realm. She had Junior Nephew Jiang take my heart. Many obsessions that I couldn't resolve in the past seem to have vanished in an instant after I woke up from my dream."
Jiang Yueming turned her head, her gaze fixed on his blood-stained robes, and let out a deep sigh. Years have passed, and he has fallen to this place again.
“She and her…and them—five hundred years ago, we lost too many people. If we had to remember each one of them, suffer pain and grieve, I'm afraid another five hundred years wouldn't be enough…” He smiled bitterly. “Junior Brother Qingzhi, what I mean is, we should all move forward. Junior Sister Zhong planted the Forget-Worry Talisman on you back then, so that you wouldn't have to carry this heavy past and could continue on your way, right?”
“You let Junior Nephew Jiang break my tribulation, so when it comes to yourself, you shouldn’t run away either. Your safety is related to the safety of the Tianqian Sect and the safety of all living beings. You can’t be willful.”
"We've reached an age where we can't be willful anymore."
"You know."
Qingzhi clenched her hands tightly.
The next moment, he suddenly released his grip, waved his long sleeves, and a figure appeared on the Qiankun Formation.
Jiang Yueming looked up and was immediately surprised.
"Jiang Liqian! How could she..."
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After a long day of hard work, Jiang Jiang finally finished weeding a small herb garden. She squatted under the shade of a tree, pulling at her collar to catch her breath, her wrinkled sleeves constantly wiping the sweat from her face.
After catching her breath for a while, she finally had the strength to go to the elder in charge to collect her reward for weeding the herb garden today—ten sect points.
Ten points from within the gates aren't even enough to buy a bowl of spiritual porridge in the mess hall.
Even so, it was because the manager saw that she was young that he gave her extra.
Thinking of her brother who was still sick in bed at home, Jiang Jiang didn't dare to linger outside. She collected her points and went to the points exchange office inside the sect to exchange them for a bag of cheap, low-quality spiritual rice subsidized by the sect and a spiritual plant that could cure coughs. Then she hurriedly returned home.
As soon as she entered, she saw a thin young man with pale skin struggling to sweep fallen leaves in the yard. Her expression changed drastically, and she immediately rushed over and snatched the broom from his hand.
"Brother, didn't I tell you? I'll do all the housework. Your most important thing is to take care of yourself and not go out in the wind, understand? I'll help you back!"