kingnovel Chapter 506 Taozhi Yaoyao
Chapter 506 Taozhi Yaoyao
Two egrets circled overhead in the clear blue sky, while soft white clouds, like tiny boats with full white sails, drifted in the embrace of the heavens. Warm sunlight spread across the sea of clouds, sculpting each wave into its most beautiful and delicate form. Only the distant, clear chirping of birds could be heard, like the clarion call of sails being unfurled.
Jianfeng has four distinct seasons, and this time of year is when the spring breeze is gentle and all kinds of flowers are in full bloom. Looking around, there are white, purple, yellow, blue... scattered like stars, all kinds of colors, a beautiful sight to behold.
In spring, Jianfeng Peak boasts a breathtaking beauty that even Feixia Peak cannot match.
After three days and three nights of studying, Qingzhi finally finished writing the last word, put down his pen, hugged the completed "Analysis and Insights on Sword Techniques" to his chest, bid farewell to the elder in charge of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and walked out of the Hidden Sword Pavilion as the midday sun was setting.
The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and even when walking along the flower-lined path, a few petals, some simple and elegant, others bright and dazzling, would stick to the hem and cuffs of your clothes.
With a slight furrow of her beautiful brows, Qingzhi impatiently brushed away the fallen petals from her body; in fact, she hated this season the most.
Too lively, too noisy, too complicated.
Everything grew wildly, without any order, let alone any rules or regulations.
He thought that if he could become the peak master of Sword Peak in the future, the first thing he would do was to uproot all the grass, trees and flowers here, leaving only the simplest open space for practicing swordsmanship, reading, and calligraphy, without being bothered by external things.
However, he can only dream about it now. This is only his fifth year in the Tianqian Sect. It will probably take hundreds or even thousands of years for him to become the peak master of Sword Peak.
The first thing is that his master was willing to overlook all his fellow disciples and, with his discerning eye, reserve the position for him.
Pouting, Qingzhi hugged her schoolwork tightly, suppressing her annoyance, and made her way through the flowers and willows towards Qingye Study.
As his robe passed through a patch of green shade, a peach blossom, about to bloom, landed between his eyebrows, then rolled gently down to his collar, right next to his heart.
The peach blossoms were sweet and cloying. Qingzhi pursed his lips and immediately reached out to brush the flowers off his clothes. Suddenly, a strange fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He paused for a moment, and then a dark shadow fell from above and slammed into his shoulder.
The porcelain jar shattered with a crash, releasing a gurgling aroma of wine.
The clear wine mixed with peach petals instantly turned his painstakingly written insights into sword techniques, which he had been waiting for his master to present to all his fellow disciples, into crumpled pieces of waste paper.
The flower petals, soaked with wine, had completely blended into his clothes, and he couldn't shake them off no matter how hard he tried.
His already tense face finally broke down. All thoughts of being a virtuous gentleman and self-discipline were thrown to the back of his mind. He raised his head, his eyes blazing with anger, and went to find the wine bottle maker who had carelessly thrown the wine jar!
He vowed that if he caught the guy who had ruined three days of his hard work, he would make him pay!
He's not Qingzhi unless he's beaten to a pulp!
Golden, transparent sunlight pierced through the trembling peach blossom branches, casting scattered beams of light and shadow. Dust motes swirled and leaped in the light, unexpectedly catching a corner of a crimson ribbon that had drifted down.
The gauze curtains swayed in the gentle breeze, fluttering and swirling up peach blossoms one by one. The petals lingered in the thin gauze, then drifted down, falling gently onto the dark black hair of the boy beneath the tree. Even the meticulously tied jade crown rebelled in the rain of petals, softly catching a soft, fragrant petal.
The boy, with a cinnabar dot on his forehead and dressed in a spring shirt, looked up with great effort. Finally, he saw a girl in a red dress covering her face, hooking a rope on a thick, tall peach branch, fast asleep as if no one else was around. Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, curling in the rustling rain of petals.
The wind sways the flowers, golden light glitters, dust swirls, and a clear, refreshing aroma of wine spreads with the clusters of flower shadows, dyeing the entire world a captivating peach-pink hue.
The boy's breath hitched. Torn between accepting his bad luck and leaving, or arguing to stay, he chose to stare blankly at the red figure.
He stood there like that, dumbfounded, until the sun set. Finally, the girl in the tree woke up from her drunken stupor, lazily opened her eyes, and unexpectedly met his gaze.
One tall, one short; one red, one white; a tree full of peach blossoms.
His heart seemed to skip a beat, or perhaps his heartbeat had become so erratic that he could no longer discern its original rhythm.
The red veil gradually slipped down, revealing the girl's stunningly beautiful profile.
The boy's pupils contracted sharply, his flushed face hidden in the trembling shadows of the flowers, and he hurriedly looked away.
"Senior Sister... Junior Sister..."
The girl blinked, turned around, and leaned on the branch, peering at him through the layers of petals.
"Qingzhi, were you waiting for me?"
Her words immediately brought Qingzhi back to his senses. He unconsciously clutched his clothes, mentally preparing himself several times, constantly reminding himself that he must speak up to protect his rights, at least... at least she should apologize to him, right?
This is something he wrote after three days and three nights of hard work, without sleep or rest. This... this isn't too much to ask, is it?
But what if his junior sister gets angry? On the day he entered the sect, it was his junior sister who went to great lengths to accompany him to all the peaks of the sect...
The girl didn't get a reply from the boy, so she couldn't help but ask again, "Junior brother, were you waiting for me?"
"I...I...I am, I am..."
The girl smiled, her eyes crinkling, revealing shallow dimples on her cheeks: "Didn't you say you were going to stay home and work? Why did you come to see me?"
Qingzhi pursed his lips and subconsciously held up the crumpled, still-damp "Insights" to show her, to show that he hadn't lied to her. However, remembering that his "work" had been turned into a sticky mess of paper by the wine that fell from the sky, he hurriedly tried to hide it.
But he was a step too slow. The flower branches trembled, and the girl, stepping on a shower of petals and carrying a sweet fragrance, suddenly flew down in front of him.
With a gentle pull, the thick stack of papers was snatched from his hand.
"Little senior sister!"
The girl's eyes, reflecting the spring sunshine, revealed a slight surprise. She then brought the ink she had written down to her nose and inhaled its fragrance, letting out a soft "Ah."
"So it was my peach blossom wine that soiled your 'writings'. I was wondering why you, with your blockhead, had time to wait for me to wake up under the peach tree."
Hearing her say that, Qingzhi immediately became anxious. He didn't even know why he was so anxious, and blurted out in a flustered manner, "No, no... I looked for my junior sister. I wanted to be with you... but I could never find her..."
As he spoke, his voice carried a hint of grievance that he himself was unaware of.
"Junior Sister, you always neglect others when you're drunk."