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The sun was setting behind the western mountains, casting a gentle glow.
Ye Chuanze, dressed in black and with his hair tied back, had a tall and slender figure, exuding an air of indifference. His handsome face bore a calm expression as he leisurely walked from a distance. Before his transformation, he had promised Hongjun that after transforming, he would accompany him for a night of drinking until they were both drunk. Today was the day he was to fulfill that promise with Hongjun.
From afar, under the Peach Blossom Tree, Hongjun Daoist, clad in a purple robe and with silver hair, was bent over digging into the ground beneath the tree with a tool in hand. The yellow earth was scattered aside, revealing a large pit; it was unclear how long Hongjun had been digging.
It was now evening, and the setting sun cast a long shadow behind Hongjun. The golden sunlight illuminated him, highlighting his picturesque features and stunning beauty, making him seem almost ethereal.
Ye Chuanze gazed deeply at him, unable to suppress a smile. Indeed, Hongjun was an exalted being whose cultivation was worthy of admiration; he deserved to possess the most captivating beauty in the world and an air of noble pride.
The branches of the Peach Blossom Tree were adorned with vibrant blossoms clustered closely together. The shades of pink and light red were pleasing to the eye. It was early summer now; typically, peach blossoms would not be seen at this time as they bloomed in spring and faded by summer. It seemed that Hongjun must have used some method to keep the blossoms on the branches.
Cultivators valued destiny and followed nature; such an act of forcefully prolonging the blooming period of flowers seemed uncharacteristic of Hongjun. Ye Chuanze couldn't help but wonder why he would engage in such an unnatural act of retaining the peach blossoms.
A gentle breeze blew through, causing some petals to fall from the branches like a rain of pink blossoms. Under the Peach Blossom Tree, Hongjun continued to dig for buried fine wine, completely unaware of the delicate shower of petals falling around him.
Ye Chuanze approached and stood beside Hongjun, reaching out to touch his hair.
Noticing his movement, Hongjun slightly turned his head, attempting to evade his touch.
"Don't move," Ye Chuanze said softly. Upon hearing this, Hongjun indeed froze.
A simple peach wood hairpin held back his flowing silver hair, which shimmered softly in the sunlight. The sight evoked an impulse to reach out and touch it. A few pink Peach Blossom Petals landed on those silver strands, their colors vibrant. Ye Chuanze carefully removed the petals that had gotten caught in Hongjun's hair and said, "All done." He then held up the Peach Blossom Petals in front of Hongjun and waved them lightly.
Hongjun glanced at the pink Peach Blossom Petals in his hand but remained indifferent and unmoved.
"Actually, you look quite good with flowers," Ye Chuanze said sincerely as he looked at him. "How about I help you put this flower back on?"
Hongjun frowned at the words and replied coldly, "No need."
"Really no need?"
"No need."
"Alright then." Ye Chuanze said with a hint of disappointment in his tone, then added, "Honestly, you really do look good with flowers."
Upon hearing this, Hongjun's frown deepened.
Suddenly, Ye Chuanze stuffed a Peach Blossom Petal into his mouth, not all of it, leaving a few petals behind. He chewed a bit and said, "It tastes pretty good. Want to give it a try?"
Before Hongjun could refuse, Ye Chuanze swiftly reached out and shoved the last few Peach Blossom Petals from his hand into Hongjun's mouth, asking, "How does it taste?"
With his mouth full of Peach Blossom Petals, Hongjun furrowed his brows tightly. He moved his mouth slightly and swallowed the petals, looking at him coldly as he said, "Are you asking if the flower tastes good or if your saliva does?"
Ye Chuanze was taken aback for a moment before grinning mischievously. "Do the petals taste good? Is my saliva tasty? Want some more?"
It turned out that those who were shameless were indeed more formidable than those who cared about their image. Seeing him so brazen, Hongjun had no choice but to ignore him and continued to bend down to dig for his wine.
Noticing that Hongjun was ignoring him, Ye Chuanze didn't mind. He looked down at the pit Hongjun was digging. Wow! This pit is quite deep!
"How deep did you bury this wine?" Ye Chuanze couldn't help but ask.
"Not deep." Hongjun said without looking up as he continued to dig for the wine.
"How deep is 'not deep'?" Ye Chuanze asked again.
This time, Hongjun completely ignored him, focusing solely on digging and saying nothing more.
Ye Chuanze awkwardly touched his nose, realizing that Hongjun was probably upset about what had just happened. He thought Hongjun was really too serious and boring; it was just a harmless joke. Did he really need to sulk about it? Moreover, he was keeping it all bottled up inside. Ye Chuanze thought that if it were him, anyone who dared to force-feed him would be in for a beating.
"Cough, cough..." With this thought, Ye Chuanze couldn't help but feel embarrassed and then secretly relieved that Hongjun hadn't actually hit him; he truly was kind-hearted!
Hearing the coughing, Hongjun glanced up at him.
"I'll help you dig! If you keep doing it alone, who knows when you'll find it," Ye Chuanze said when he caught Hongjun's gaze.
Hongjun said nothing in response but simply took out a tool from Mustard Seed Space and tossed it to him. Ye Chuanze caught it and joined him in digging.
A moment later, Ye Chuanze's tool hit something hard. He quickly dropped the tool, crouched down, and carefully brushed away the thin layer of dirt with his hands, revealing a wine jar. He felt a surge of joy and looked up at Hongjun, saying, "Master, this wine is buried pretty deep! It took a while to dig it out."
Hongjun frowned at Ye Chuanze's dirty hands and said, "Stand back."
Following his instruction, Ye Chuanze got up and moved away.
With a wave of his sleeve, Hongjun summoned a gust of wind that swept away the thin layer of dirt from the bottom of the pit.
Seeing this, Ye Chuanze exclaimed with delight, "Master, you're so clever!" He then happily ran over and began lifting the wine jars from the bottom of the pit.
Hongjun stood at a distance, watching him busily move the wine jars, remaining still and showing no intention of helping.
Ye Chuanze had been moving alone for quite some time. Seeing Hongjun standing idly by, he felt dissatisfied and said, "Master, why are you just standing there? Come help me!"
Upon hearing this, Hongjun replied calmly, "You should stand back."
Ye Chuanze put down the wine jar he was holding and stepped back. Then… he saw Hongjun raise a hand, and all the wine jars buried at the bottom of the pit floated up into the air. With another gesture from Hongjun, all the jars fell to the ground beside him.
"…" Ye Chuanze stood there, dumbfounded and speechless.
After a moment, Ye Chuanze snapped out of his shock and immediately looked displeased, complaining to Hongjun, "Master, why didn't you tell me beforehand! Tell me, were you doing this on purpose? Just waiting to see me make a fool of myself!"
Hongjun looked at him with a helpless expression, shaking his head and sighing, "Silly child."
"…"
Not using convenient magic and instead running to move the wine jars—was that not foolish?
Wait… no! Ye Chuanze froze for half a second before quickly regaining his composure, angrily pointing at Hongjun, "If you could use magic, why did you still go dig up the wine jars yourself?"
Hongjun glanced at him lightly and moved his lips to say three words: "I wanted to."
"…" Ye Chuanze felt deeply that he had been tricked by Hongjun.
"This isn't my fault; it's all your fault." Once he regained his senses, Ye Chuanze began to defend himself. "I'm not foolish; it was your insistence on doing everything yourself that led to my misunderstanding. I thought the wine had to be dug out by hand… I'm not foolish… really! It's all your fault… it's all your fault."
Hongjun looked at Ye Chuanze, who was chattering away in an attempt to justify himself, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, though his expression softened considerably.
"Tell me! Did you do this on purpose?" Ye Chuanze's tone shifted as he began to twist the truth, "Did you plan this from the start to set me up? You must have! No wonder you stood there silently earlier; you were definitely laughing at me inside!"
"……" Hongjun remained silent.
Watching Ye Chuanze get more and more worked up while distorting the facts, Hongjun couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness. He suddenly reached out and took Ye Chuanze's hand, causing his voice to falter and the world to fall silent.
"Open your hand," Hongjun said coldly.
Ye Chuanze hesitated, not moving for a while.
"Open your hand," Hongjun repeated.
After a moment of hesitation, Ye Chuanze finally opened his hand, revealing a dirty palm.
Hongjun took out a handkerchief and carefully and gently began to wipe his hand, making sure to clean between the fingers and under the nails, not missing any corner or crevice. He patiently cleaned Ye Chuanze's hands, which were covered in dirt and dust, without showing any sign of disdain.
Once finished, Hongjun released his hand and said, "Open your other hand."
This time, however, Ye Chuanze did not follow his instruction. Instead, he suddenly snatched the handkerchief from Hongjun's hand, stepped back a few paces, and said, "There's no need for you to bother, Master. I'll wash my hands myself."
With that, he turned and ran away.
Hongjun stood behind him, watching his retreating figure in silence. After a long while, just as Ye Chuanze was almost out of sight, he calmly said, "Remember to come back and keep me company; we won't return until we're drunk."
Ye Chuanze, who had run quite a distance, had a flushed face, red ears, and a heartbeat like thunder.
Sky-Connecting, walking towards him, raised an eyebrow upon seeing him and asked, "Junior Brother, where have you come from? Why do you look like that?"
Ye Chuanze steadied himself, suppressed the heat in his chest, and tried to keep his voice normal. "I was dissatisfied with my abdominal muscles not being firm enough, so I was running to train my physical fitness."
Sky-Connecting did not quite understand what he meant by abdominal muscles. What was that? However, he politely replied, "Junior Brother, you truly have great perseverance."
"Thank you for the compliment, Senior Brother. I will continue running now and won't chat with you any longer."
With that, he dashed away.
Sky-Connecting watched Ye Chuanze run off and raised an eyebrow slightly. What he was holding… was it the master's handkerchief? The purple cloud pattern embroidered on it was something Sky-Connecting had only seen on Hongjun's clothing and handkerchiefs.
Just thinking about it briefly, Sky-Connecting shook his head in self-mockery. How could that be? He must be mistaken. The master's handkerchief would never be in Ye Chuanze's hands, especially not one that looked so dirty; the master had always been a person who valued cleanliness.
Thus, Sky-Connecting missed an opportunity to discover the truth.
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