C25

The night wind was very cold, and her melody was faint and resentful, like an evil spirit that was about to take its life. However, she was still able to produce a mournful sound from her light and gentle tune, causing the hairs on her body to stand on end.

Even the wild beasts that loved to roar at night stopped their roars. The hostility and bloodlust on Yun Duan's body were very strong, especially on such a quiet and desolate night. If she did not suppress them on purpose, then it would only become more and more exuberant.

The small animals that had been surrounding the tree began to flee in panic. The tune slowly lowered its pitch and slowly turned into a whimper. It was ice-cold and terrifying.

Siyan Qingjun frowned. The lower the pitch of the song, the more he frowned.

Yun Duan shook her legs. She didn't feel like she had created any kind of terrifying sound. It was just that she wasn't in a good mood, so she played another song.

This time it was a soul-calling song, sharp and desolate, as if weeping. The gaze of the clouds stared unconsciously in a certain direction, and the soul-calling song of the desolate mountains seemed to ring in his ears," "Sad, sad, sad, sad, weeping," and the eyes of the clouds stared unconsciously in a certain direction.

She had felt a little cold at the time, but now she thought it was rather nice. The more she blew, the more excited she became.

The Cloud Valley was not a barren mountain. No souls dared to approach the Misty Lord's area.

However, her voice frightened a bunch of small animals. Even the extremely evil beast hiding in the cave was trembling from head to toe, completely oblivious to her presence.

She seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, a world of nothingness where pain and grief were forgotten. She had always wanted to free herself, but she was unwilling to do so because she had yet to avenge her great enemy, and she still hated Imperial Concubine Yu secretly. She didn't want to call her Consort in private, but A-Rui was different, she was still so young and soft.

No one knew how scared and helpless she was when she stopped breathing in her arms, cold as ice. But no one cared.

Her Ariel.

The wind suddenly picked up, its shrill voice was so loud that the timid animals were all leaning against each other, their bodies trembling.

Within the bamboo house, Siyan Qingjun suddenly turned around. The wind from his fingers lit up the candle. He walked out of the bamboo house and his figure flashed in the direction of Yun Duan. He was extremely fast.

Yun Duan only felt her body being forcefully lifted up, and then the whistling of the wind was heard. When her feet touched the ground, she discovered that she had already arrived at the bamboo house.

The room was lit by candles. The light was not strong, and there was not much warmth.

She looked at Si Yan Qing Jun, and suspiciously blinked her eyes, "What do you mean? You're willing to leave the valley? "

Shiyan Qingjun waved his sleeve. A basin came from somewhere, and it was filled with water. Yun Duan took a look and did not understand.

In a situation where she didn't understand, she was pressed head first into a basin of water by Si Yan Qing Jun. She was face down, and because she wasn't prepared, she choked on the water. She struggled, but to no avail.

Just like this, Siyan Qingjun had used up all of the strength in Yun Duan's body. Her legs were weak to the point that she almost couldn't stand up. Her eyes and mouth were filled with water, and she was coughing so much that she didn't even have the strength to scold men.

"Are you awake yet?" His voice was ice-cold, without the slightest ripple.

Yun Duan uncomfortably blinked. She was so stimulated by the water that her eyes were red and her nose was sour. She looked up at Siyan Qingjun and angrily asked, "What do you mean?"

"Are you awake?"

He didn't want to sleep, so what was he trying to do by tormenting her? She had only played two songs and he didn't want to hear them to block his ears. In any case, with his cultivation level, it wasn't impossible for him to seal his senses.

Seeing that Yun Duan was only staring at him, he nodded his head. "It seems you're not awake yet!" As he spoke, he pushed the clouds back into the water. This time, it was slightly longer than usual.

Just as the hidden guards from the clouds were about to make their move, Siyan Qingjun coldly said, "If you take one more step, I'll take her life!"

Yun Duan struggled, but Si Yan Qing Jun's strength was so great that Yun Duan wasn't even able to struggle free.

The guards knew that the Misty King had always been a man of his word, so they had no choice but to leave obediently.

As soon as Siyan Qingjun let go, Yun Duan suddenly raised her head, splashing water everywhere.

"Cough, cough, cough …" She choked on her words. She had no more strength left in her body. She fell to the ground weakly. Her hands trembled and her body trembled.

Siyan Qingjun glanced at her, then waved his sleeve and closed the door. He walked over to the stall and threw a large handkerchief at her head. "Sleep!"

With that, he turned and entered the room without closing the door. Yun Duan slowly clenched her trembling hands as the light in her eyes dimmed. Only after a long time did she slowly wipe her face clean.

Ye Zichen got up and got into bed. The moonlight just happened to shine in, shining on her pale face, giving off a kind of soul-stirring beauty. The clouds looked at the moon, and the corners of their mouths curled up in sadness.

That night, the various animals in the valley did not make a single sound. It was quiet to the point of deathly silence, and only when the sky was about to turn bright did the clouds slowly fall asleep, tears still in the corners of their eyes.

However, no matter how late she slept, the nightmare continued to haunt her. Like a vengeful spirit, it tightly gripped onto her consciousness. She wanted to escape, but she could not.

She could only moan in pain, even begging for mercy. She was afraid, extremely afraid. No matter how she tried to disguise it, what happened that year was still unforgettable for her. It was even carved into her soul, making her unable to break free.

The next day, she woke up in the strong sunlight. She slowly sat up and covered her eyes with her hands. Because she had slept too late, her eyes seemed to be stuck together. It was very uncomfortable.

After slowly getting used to the pain in her eyes, Yun Duan finally let go of her hand and swept her gaze around. She finally understood why she felt the strong sunlight.

The window beside the bed where she slept was wide open and the sun could directly come in. However, she remembered that she didn't see a window in the bamboo house when she came in yesterday.

Could it be that she remembered wrongly?

Regardless of whether she remembered correctly or not, the sun had already come in. She rubbed her head, then got off the bed. Her legs went limp the moment she landed on the floor. She was very depressed, and her mind wasn't working very well.

She slowly walked out of the bamboo house, the river quietly flowing and the stone table shining with the golden light of the sun. She didn't see Siyan Qingjun, but there was a pot of hot tea on the stone table that was still steaming.

Cloud walked to the river bank to wash her face, then got up and moved her muscles. She moved a stool to the river bank and sat there in a daze. There was nothing she could do anyway.

After sitting there for a long time, she still couldn't find any trace of Siyan Qingjun. She looked around, was he still in the bamboo house?

Impossible, this teapot is being carried outside.

Yun Duan stood up again and walked into the bamboo house, heading straight for the cubicle. She lightly pushed open the bamboo door and swept her gaze across the room. There was no one there, it was empty.

She frowned slightly and walked out with some doubts.

It was supposed to be autumn, but it was just like the time at the beginning of the spring. There was green everywhere, and she hadn't taken a proper look at it yesterday either. She noticed that not far from the right rear of the bamboo house was an emerald green bamboo forest.

There was no more dew on the bamboo leaves. She looked at the sun in the sky and estimated that it was already noon. It seemed like she had already fallen asleep in the morning.

But where did Shiyan Qingjun go?

Did he not like being disturbed? So he left when she came?

Yun Duan rubbed her nose. 'That's unlikely. If that's the case, then he doesn't need to leave himself. With his cultivation level, he should be able to throw her out of the valley with just one strand of spiritual energy.

So to say, without cultivation and spiritual energy, it was very scary. When faced with a strong enemy, he could only surrender, and he couldn't even choose a comfortable death.

The wind blew, and the bamboo forest rustled. Although it did not soar into the clouds, the branches were still especially straight, and at a glance, they were covered by dense bamboo leaves. Only a few dots of light shone through the gaps between the branches.

Living here was actually quite relaxing. There were rivers, bamboo, mountains, trees, and even small animals. Furthermore, the sun could also shine on them. It was a good place to live isolated from the world.

It was no wonder that Shiyan Qingjun had chosen this address. If it were her, she would have done the same. However, she wasn't as interested as him. She still carried a grudge with her, and without taking revenge, she wouldn't be able to live a peaceful life.

She stretched out her right palm and placed it on the bamboo pole. Her dantian was raised and her remaining spiritual energy was used to replenish the old yellow dog's life. She wasn't sure if she could channel some spiritual energy for now.

Yun Duan tried a few times. Her forehead was sweating but there was no response. She refused to compromise and tried again. Even when she was out of breath, it was useless. She kicked the bamboo pole in frustration and angrily left the bamboo forest.

From far away, she could see Si Yan Qing Jun sitting at the stone table. This person really came and went without a trace; she didn't notice him at all.

That's right, not to mention that she didn't have any spiritual energy now, even if she had spiritual energy, with Si Yan Qing Jun's cultivation, she wouldn't be able to sense anything.

With a bit of discouragement, he walked over to the river bank and sat down. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Si Yan Qing Jun and asked, "Do you need a disciple?"

Siyan Qingjun seemed to be in a good mood today. He gently put the book away and looked at the clouds. His black eyes were so deep that he seemed to be able to suck a person in with just a glance.

Yun Duan gave a light cough. She felt that she had been seduced. Really, it was all because of how good-looking Si Yan Qing Jun was.

"Do you want to take me as your master?" Her voice was light and emotionless.

Yun Duan smirked. "Yes, is that possible?"

Si Yan Qing Jun's black eyes blinked. Her gaze returned to the book and she shook her head. "I'm not interested!"

"…"

"Then do you have anything that you really want? I can go find it for you!"

If it was to be wasted, then this Si Yan Qing Jun should be much stronger than her. Since she could stay here all year round and was alone, she didn't think much of it.

Her time limit was limited, and she did not know if she could recover from her current illness. If, if, if something were to happen to him, the previous dynasty would definitely fall into chaos, then no matter how capable the current Emperor was, he would not be able to suppress it. Furthermore, he was old, so it was about time for him to die.

However, she definitely could not allow anyone else to obtain that position. In the past three hundred years, she had clearly seen that in this world, only those with power and authority could speak up for her. And if she took that position, regardless of whether her bloodline was upright or not, she would become the king of this world, and no one would dare to say anything to her.