Chapter 5: Yunmeng Mountain, Tianmen Sect (Part 2)
Sister, there is blood on your left thigh. When you clean yourself later, I will help you take a look.
I have a compound surname. My fellow disciples say it is inconvenient to call me by it, so my master bestowed upon me the name Bai Xuanyi, as my master's surname is Bai. I am the fifth disciple of my master. If my master truly accepts you as the seventh disciple, you may call me Fifth Senior Sister. The ancient beauty, unaware of what was on Chongchong's mind, continued speaking.
Does she really think she is a pig
This is the effect of the bok choy, so why has it turned into a small pickled cucumber
Rong Chenghua smiled slightly and said, "I dare not speak of my master's name, and there is no rush. First, let me take a look at your injury, then tidy you up a bit, and go to the Star Hall to convey my master's words. That way, you will understand everything. Hmm, what is this? Can it be removed?"
She stood up from the water in confusion, her hips just above the surface. Turning to look at her lower back, she suddenly noticed a fan-shaped mark about one inch in size on her left hip, a faint peach pink color, almost imperceptible, resembling a shell. It felt extremely smooth to the touch, not at all like a cut or something that had happened. Instead, it resembled a tattoo.
Her movements were both light and swift, and the insects felt as if a butterfly had landed on her waist. The sharp, fine legs pricked her skin lightly, and afterward, her waist felt warm and swollen, extremely comfortable
By the time she arrived here, the little bug was no longer surprised, for everything contradicted her common sense. Perhaps the fairy realm was just like this, much like how everyone knows about Mount Shu, yet no one has truly seen the real Mount Shu.
This room is quite large, but it is divided by a large screen carved from redwood. On her side, there are a few simple pieces of furniture, and the arrangement and decor are very modest. However, there is a makeup box, a bronze mirror, flowers in a vase, silk ribbons hanging by the bedside, and the bed is fragrant, all indicating that this room belongs to a girl. Is the senior sister named Xuan Yi living here? It seems that life on the mountain is not very harsh, unlike the austere cultivation she had imagined. This speculation made her very happy
The insect was lying on the bed, and after getting the backpack, its body was half suspended outside the bed. It dumped all the contents of the backpack onto the floor in a chaotic manner, picking things up haphazardly, but did not see the corpse of that little chick
Oh, then what is Master called, Fifth Senior Sister
The beautiful woman in ancient attire was momentarily stunned before realizing that the little creature was calling her. She gently smiled and said, "Where did this fairy come from? My original name is Rong Chenghua Luo, but after entering the sect, I must have a new name." Her voice was as clear and pleasant as a bell. As she spoke, she opened the medicine box, revealing needles, knives, and many bottles and jars that presumably contained medicine. The little creature couldn't help but feel a bit scared; was this fairy sister going to perform surgery on her?
Oh, that, it seems I was sitting on something sharp, and it hurt so much that I almost crashed into the wall. But later, my back was injured—ah!" She suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but exclaim, startling Rong Chenghua, who thought he had hurt her. Little did he know, she kept calling for her bundle, and he hurriedly handed it to her.
Or is this an alien site
No, I remembered it incorrectly. The bug scratched its head and suppressed the doubts in its heart
"Have you lost something very important?" Rong Chenghua asked with concern.
Is Fifth Sister a medical immortal
As Rongcheng watched the flowers fall, she saw her with a face full of tension and astonishment. Afterward, she searched for something important, turning her backpack inside out, but found not even a single feather. There was no sign of the chicken, neither alive nor dead. Where could it have gone? Could it be that celestial chickens are different from earthly ones? Or was she experiencing a hallucination, and there was really no chicken with a sweet fragrance that could fly?
"What do I count for! It is Master Tao Hua's medical skills that are truly remarkable; I have only learned a little from my mother. But rest assured, your back injury is a serious one. Although it was very painful at the time, it is not a major issue. The wound on your hand is also a flesh wound, and I can take care of it properly." Rong Chenghua spoke slowly and steadily, and it was precisely because of her tone that Chong Chong felt a bit more at ease.
She threw the chick into the backpack, and it fell hard on its back. Under normal circumstances, she should now see a piece of chicken patty, but why is there none? The digital camera and the phone were all scattered, and these items made her feel as if her spine had broken into several pieces. But where did the soft, fluffy chick's body go? Could it be a celestial chicken, truly able to overcome hardness with softness?
She can be absolutely certain that she has no tattoos on her body, and she can also be absolutely certain that the object that caused her bottom to bleed is this shell. She just does not understand why the world is so strange. Is it that she has to be stamped with a seal upon crossing over? This is a seal, isn't it?
What the insect does not understand is why it cannot simply walk up the stone steps, but instead must take a detour. It is certainly not for the purpose of giving her a tour; perhaps there is some kind of formation that necessitates this route.
She was very pleased that she arrived at Jun Tian without having to climb the steps, feeling the noble and imposing aura rushing towards her. However, she did not enter the Star-Sending Hall directly, but was carried to a row of exquisite small courtyards behind the main hall. Opposite her was another small courtyard, with one on the left and one on the right, as if guarding that mountain ridge, reminding Chong Chong of the company's communication room.
The ridge was narrower than she had imagined, barely allowing two people to pass side by side, and not accommodating the overweight. On either side were sheer cliffs, with no guardrails or anything of the sort. Fortunately, the valley was tranquil, with little strong wind; otherwise, it would have been extremely dangerous, and she could have easily fallen to her death
"Girl, I will take you here. We will meet at the Star Hall later." Uncle Ha helped carry the disciples of the insect and placed her on the bed in a refined room, "Do not be afraid, your injury is not serious, and you will recover soon"
"This is a burden, of course it can be taken off," Chongchong explained as she slowly removed her denim backpack. She felt Rong Chenghua's cool and soft hand lift her clothing, applying something on her lower back, followed by the insertion of a silver needle
The peaks beyond the ridge soar into the clouds, and at such an altitude, in the frozen city, they are surprisingly lush and verdant. Moreover, there are many layers of platforms, resembling terraced fields, with a vast area on the ground parallel to the ridge, approximately equivalent to three to five football fields, scattered with many oddly shaped stones.
Rong Chenghua was very considerate towards others, knowing that Chong Chong was reluctant to speak much, so she did not ask any questions at that moment. She carefully treated her wounds. After a while, she helped Chong Chong get out of bed, and Chong Chong was pleasantly surprised to find that she could indeed walk without any issues, it was just a little sore with each step.
"Fairy Sister!" she called sweetly.
From the Eastern Cangtian to the Northern Xuantian, everyone has circled around the small hillock. It was only then that Chongchong discovered that this small hillock was not independent, but rather connected to a large mountain by a thin ridge, with both sides sharply cut like a knife. Due to the steepness of the terrain, she could not see what was above from below the stone steps. However, as the group walked around, she learned that traveling from Southern Yantian to Western Qiantian required passing through the mountain belly passage beneath that ridge. It is estimated that if one wishes to go from the Starfall Palace to the large mountain behind, they must also traverse that narrow ridge, which is indeed a very perilous place.
This beautiful woman is in her early twenties, with a petite and delicate figure, high nose, and beautiful eyes. Her lips are slightly larger, but just the right size, making her smile appear gentle and lively, unlike the stiff and formal beauty of the palace ladies in paintings. She has changed out of her work-like gray robe and is wearing a white and green outfit. The attire of a celestial being is inherently beautiful, and combined with her radiant appearance and graceful demeanor, she is simply stunning
Just as I was thinking, a beauty in ancient attire emerged from behind the screen, holding a wooden box in her arms
The little bug nodded busily, feeling that this uncle was very kind to her. Even though she was loved by everyone and admired by flowers, it was somewhat puzzling that he had no reservations about her. Perhaps Uncle Ha was an exceptionally kind person, or maybe they just hit it off!
Watching Uncle Ha's sturdy figure disappear outside the door, Chong Chong began to observe the room. Just a moment ago, she had been twisting and turning on the cloth bag and had already discovered that her waist was movable, and her lower limbs were also flexible. Once her worries about her body vanished, she found herself filled with countless idle thoughts.
As Rui Rong arrived in the back room to take a medicinal bath, she gently touched her left hip, having stripped off her clothes. She dared not look at the wound, but was extremely cautious while feeling it, fearing that she might hurt herself. After fumbling around for quite a while, she only felt smoothness under her hand; it seemed that there was nothing on her bottom, and the wound had vanished into thin air, just like a little chick!