Gulingling felt annoyed that Luoyun interrupted the teaching. For Gulingling, who was so eager to learn at this moment, she was particularly irritable and the interruption was actually to select a cleaning disciple?
Clean it yourself.
The majestic sect leader even manages cleaning, a bit too finicky. Gulingling wrapped her arms around herself, turned her head away, and watched the ethereal aura fluttering about in the sky with a cold gaze.
I didn't expect that after two fake moves, the spirit fluctuation would unhesitatingly head towards the direction of the Bone Erosion Pavilion.
As the spirit fluctuation approached, Gu Lingling initially dropped her arms, then turned around as if to run, but was intercepted by Er Lan inexplicably: "Lingling, where do you think you're going?"
None of your business.
"Let go of me, I need to go to the outhouse..."
Despite Er Lan's usual femininity, he had a strong grip, holding onto Gu Lingling's sleeves, allowing her to struggle but not break free. Nervously, Gu Lingling turned her head, while continuously hitting Er Lan's hand from behind, until his hand turned red, and then he let go.
"What are you doing? Don't you know that the skin is most afraid of becoming red with blood vessels, how much balm I would need to apply."
Er Lan muttered in grievance as he caressed his reddened hand. He didn't do it on purpose, in his eyes, even though the spirit fluctuation was heading towards the Bone Erosion Pavilion, it didn't necessarily mean it was Gu Lingling. He had not experienced the ominous premonition of being chosen by fate like Gu Lingling did.
Ignoring the rumpled sleeve, Gu Lingling couldn't help taking a step back, but the spirit fluctuation seemed to accelerate, not waiting for her to turn around and continue running, with a swoosh, it flew directly to above her head, then burst into a small firework.
The firework didn't disappear, but remained in full bloom. Every time Gu Lingling moved, it moved as well, always floating above Gu Lingling's head, looking as if a flower had bloomed on her head.
Gu Lingling once again drew the attention of everyone.
Bai Jin's brow furrowed, "Why is it her again? I wonder if her luck is good or bad." Bai Jin sneakily glanced at Luo Yunzhen, whose mouth slightly curved with a hint of smugness.
Bai Jin's brow furrowed even more, as if he had sensed a deliberate scent.
"Now that it's decided, it's fate. Assistant, make the arrangements later."
After speaking, Luo Yunzhen swayed his long sleeves and left.
Bai Jin fell silent. The former Luo Yunzhen, who claimed to be too busy with "important matters" to attend to the affairs of the pavilion, appeared for such trivial matters and went to such lengths just to find a low-level person to clean?
Fate? Can such a thing really be related to fate?
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Bai Jin would have thought that Luo Yunzhen was setting up some kind of scheme, as usual.
The Luo Yunzhen he knew never did anything without reason.
So he had just gone along with Luo Yunzhen and didn't expect that it was really for the pavilion's cleaning concerns.
Gu Lingling stood in front of the outhouse with a wooden bucket and a broom, cursing herself, regretting her words. What a jinx! Now she's going to be in contact with the outhouse for quite some time.
By the time Gu Lingling came out of the outhouse, it was already afternoon. The fumes had left her feeling dizzy, but that was not all; she had also missed the lessons taught by Bai Jin personally.
When Gu Lingling returned to her room, Da Bao was sitting on the mat, in front of him was a teacup emitting a wisp of steam. Da Bao's small body sat upright, his chubby hands lightly resting on his knees. Despite his small size, he exuded a solemn feeling.
Gu Lingling's heart melted as she watched. She forgot all her worries and tiredness, went forward, hugged Da Bao, and gently rubbed her chin against his soft, fragrant hair.
Da Bao stiffened. He couldn't get used to this intimate contact with Gu Lingling.
But what made him even more uncomfortable was the smell of the outhouse on Gu Lingling...
He pushed Gu Lingling away with a stern face. In Gu Lingling's puzzled gaze, Da Bao pinched his nose, causing Gu Lingling to laugh heartily.
"My Da Bao is too adorable, actually disliking the smell on his mother. Hmph, it's all because of that melodramatic Luo Yunzhen, who insisted on choosing someone to clean, and of all people, it had to be me? Every time I see him, nothing good comes out of it. He not only stole my talismans last time but also burned them directly without mentioning compensation. This is the money for our meals this month. Without the talismans, I can't purify, and without purification, you'll have to continue eating pumpkin noodles..."
Gu Lingling rambled on, growing more and more indignant.
Does this woman only care about a few talismans? Is saving her life not as good as those few tattered talismans?
Da Bao's face turned slightly displeased, but because he always had a cold expression, Gu Lingling didn't notice.
He also didn't listen to the rest of her words because of the part about "you'll have to continue eating pumpkin noodles," which plunged Da Bao into another strange and powerless feeling.
This led Da Bao to have nightmares when he slept.
In his dreams, he went back to his childhood, when he and a few disciples of the immortal sect were playing with mud. Even at a young age, Luo Yunzhen couldn't understand their obsession with mud. In his memory, Luo Yunzhen was simply watching coldly from the side, but in the dream, the child who should have been playing with mud, Liao Feixing, suddenly smiled at him. Seeing Liao Feixing's face covered in mud, Luo Yunzhen had a sense of ominous foreboding.
Liao Feixing, with mud-covered hands, held Luo Yunzhen's small hand and smiled, but the mud suddenly changed, and there was no sign of the other immortal disciples. The surroundings turned into a sea of blood, with body parts scattered everywhere, emitting a nauseating stench of blood.
Luo Yunzhen frowned, and Liao Feixing next to him vanished, replaced by a disheveled, blood-stained woman with a terrifying gaze.
The woman's bloodstained fingers left semi-coagulated dark red stains on Luo Yunzhen's clean sleeve.
As if finding a lifesaving straw, disregarding the current child-like appearance of Luo Yunzhen, the woman desperately pleaded for something.
But no sound came from the woman's mouth, and unable to bear that, Luo Yunzhen asked, "What are you saying?"
The woman shook her head at first, and then continued to scream while pointing in a certain direction. Before Luo Yunzhen could see where she was pointing, the woman was dragged away by a blurry figure and had her neck slashed, causing blood to gush out, splattering all over Luo Yunzhen's body.
With a sudden opening of his tightly closed eyes, bright eyes reflecting a complex radiance, Da Bao sat up, recalling the dream just now, a sign of his unstable spiritual power. He subconsciously looked out the window; it was summer, and it was still hot at night. Gu Lingling would usually open the window to cool off.
Outside the window, the night was dense, and suddenly, a blue light flashed by. The barrier of the Forget-Me-Not Pavilion immediately seemed to be attacked by something, causing a slight vibration, but only Luo Yunzhen could sense it.
The barrier of the Forget-Me-Not Pavilion was mainly produced by the Light Show Decision. However, the previous masters always set a blood oath, connecting themselves with the formation by a strand of their soul. This way, if the formation had any movements, the master would be the first to know.
It seemed that the intrusion of the nightmare into his dreams and the instability of his spiritual power were due to this.
Da Bao uncovered his blanket, paused, and looked at the sleeping Gu Lingling next to him. Gu Lingling's brow was creased, her forehead covered in fine cold sweat, her head restlessly moving, seemingly affected by the negative energy from Da Bao just now.
The nightmare couldn't continue to disrupt Da Bao, so it had to pick another target with a more fragile consciousness.
His small fingers touched the cold and wet forehead of Gu Lingling, and a viscous and dense mist-like gas was drawn out of Gu Lingling's body along with Da Bao's fingers.
As the nightmare was pulled away, Gu Lingling's brows also relaxed, muttering an unknown phrase, she turned over, finally falling into a deep sleep.
Da Bao looked at the nightmare writhing in his hand, inside of which were nightmares created based on the deepest worries of Gu Lingling.
Unable to resist sneaking a peek, he found that there was Da Bao and Luo Yunzhen inside.
What is this woman usually thinking about...
Da Bao looked at Gu Lingling with an inexplicable meaning, waved his small hand, and the dreamscape of Gu Lingling, along with the nightmare, completely disappeared into the void.