"I still remember a stanza of a poem inside. Let me recite it for you."
"The heavens bow down, the sun and moon shine brightly, purifying the imperial land, harmonizing the eight domains!"
The captain spoke softly. As soon as he said this, an indescribable aura rose.
Wu Jianwu shuddered and his gaze was filled with fascination. Finally, he grabbed the parrot on his head and put it away. He then took a deep breath and nodded heavily.
"Let's do it!"
His gaze was firm, and his voice was filled with resolve.
Seeing this, the captain revealed a look of admiration. He looked like he admired Wu Jianwu's state very much and went forward to discuss the plan with him.
Xu Qing watched all of this from the side and sighed inwardly. He walked to the door of the house and kept night watch while looking at the sky.
The originally pitch-black world was dotted with fireflies.
They were tiger-headed butterflies. They were a type of butterfly unique to the Yin Yang Flower Sect. Not only did they spread curse and poison, but they could also emit light at night.
"The disciples of this sect have the method to detoxify, so they don't need to worry about the poison from these dancing butterflies."
"However, what exactly was the reason for my previous two trances?"
Xu Qing sensed D132's god's finger in his body and saw that it was sleeping peacefully…
"Could it be some follow-up hidden danger formed by the tribulation during the chaos of the world?"
Xu Qing frowned and analyzed inwardly.
Very soon, the night passed.
Under the guidance of the captain's strategic planning, as the morning sun arrived from the distant horizon, Wu Jianwu's gaze was profound, his expression indifferent. He walked out of the building with his hands behind his back.
He wanted to complete the mission arranged by the captain to seduce Yunxia!
This task was challenging, but with the rewards of completing it closely tied to his dreams, it had become a sacred mission in his heart. As he walked out of the doorway and the sunlight bathed Wu Jianwu, he couldn't help but turn and look at the captain and Xu Qing.
The captain raised his arm and cheered.
"You can definitely do it!"
Wu Jianwu lifted his chin and nodded indifferently. He then headed straight for the distance.
The captain watched on. When Wu Jianwu's figure disappeared from sight, he immediately took out an eye and squatted in a corner, waving at Xu Qing.
Xu Qing wasn't surprised. He didn't believe that with the captain's curiosity, he wouldn't peep. He might even be recording the scenes.
"Haha, Big Jianjian is quite something!" The captain chuckled and, looking at Wu Jianwu, casually took out a recording jade slip.
Xu Qing didn't speak. His gaze landed on the eye, and Wu Jianwu's figure was reflected in it.
Wu Jianwu walked in the Yin Yang Flower Sect. On the way, he felt uneasy and kept cheering himself on. When he arrived beside a pavilion, he took a deep breath and took out a jade slip to transmit his voice to Yunxia.
"Birds vanish from the sky without a trace; if fate allows it, a moment of celestial grace!"
Back then, when the other party escorted them here, they had exchanged jade slips before she left. After transmitting his voice, Wu Jianwu stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.
The wind blew, lifting his hair like strings swaying in the breeze, and behind him, a gentle voice with a hint of laughter spoke softly.
"Young Master called me?"
Wu Jianwu didn't turn around and spoke proudly.
"In the sky, clouds shine, and water flows; on the earth, colorful rosy hues, a poetic show."
Yunxia Zi's eyes gleamed as she walked to Wu Jianwu's side. She looked at the side of Wu Jianwu's face and suddenly recited.
"The ancient moon's spirit mirrors the morning spring; in this lifetime, no trace remains in the heart's cleansing."
Wu Jianwu shuddered as he turned his head to look at Yunxia beside him with a strange glint in his eyes.
He originally thought the other party just understood him, and the invitation to recite poetry was just something she said in passing. However, he didn't expect that Yunxia could actually recite poetry.
So his interest deepened, and he spoke in a low, resonant voice.
"The black wind may not howl, but who will sing? The green waters continue to ripple as before!"
The sunlight shone on Yunxia's face, and a faint rosy glow appeared. She looked toward the horizon and uttered softly.
"The green mountains remain ageless, indifferent to the changing skies; life is but a dream, who can ascend to the heights?"
Wu Jianwu fell silent for a while, but he didn't give up as he recited.
"The green plums have ripened, casting a purple glow; who will come to brew wine and ask about the way home?"
Yunxia wanted to say something but hesitated. As her thoughts fluctuated, her voice echoed softly.
"Meeting with a smile, we follow the wind; we still continue to discuss Zen."
Wu Jianwu was a little depressed, but he forced himself to cheer up and smiled.
Yunxia also smiled. The two of them walked down the pavilion and walked into the distance.
The wind accompanied them, and the light illuminated their path. Butterflies danced around them, creating a hazy atmosphere filled with an indescribable beauty.
However, for some reason, there was a hint of sadness in this beautified scene.
"What were they talking about?" The captain, adept at killing the mood, looked at Xu Qing with a puzzled expression and added.
"Why do I feel like they're using a secret code?"
Xu Qing was also confused. So far, the only person who could understand Wu Jianwu's poems was Yunxia.
The two of them looked at each other before continuing to observe Wu Jianwu.
The day had passed, and in the evening, Wu Jianwu came back. His expression was bitter, carrying a hint of complexity. He didn't say a word upon his return, silently sitting in a chair lost in thought.
Seeing this, the captain went over to comfort him and tried to ask him a question. However, Wu Jianwu shook his head and finally sighed.
"In this life, there are no centennial flowers; stars apart on the other side, concealed by a veil."
The captain frowned and looked at Xu Qing.
Xu Qing's gaze was cold as he calmly spoke.
"Speak properly!"
Wu Jianwu had a long face as he took out the parrot and placed it on his head. The parrot sighed and spoke in a low voice.
