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Stop and go along the way, bending down to pick a small flower from time to time, Ouyang Zixin feels very comfortable for this rare pleasure satisfy. The scope of Peach Blossom Spring is not large. After scanning Sea of Consciousness, Ouyang Zixin roughly determines the size of this place. Except for the half-sized Hillock, almost everything is covered by green grass. The small stream seems to have no source and no end, winding around the small Hillock. Ouyang Zixin stood in front of Hillock and realized that Hillock was not short. It was just that from a distance, I mistakenly thought it was not tall. "Hey, there is actually a house on the top." Ouyang Zixin put a hand in front of his forehead, squinted his eyes and said to himself: "Is there someone there? Why can't I feel it?" To say this Peach Blossom Spring is naturally occurring, and that house must be man-made. Who on earth has the ability to build a house here? With curiosity, Ouyang Zixin stepped onto Hillock and slowly walked towards the top. Ouyang Zixin did not choose the side where the plant with the strange leaves was to go up. She wanted to first determine whether the house on top of Hillock had an owner, and then it would not be too late to study the plant. Today's Ouyang Zixin is "not what it used to be", and his martial arts skills have increased a lot. Even if it doesn't look fast, when Hillock reaches the top, it only takes the time of Half Incense Stick . "Knock knock." The small house was made of wood. The door that was ajar was knocked open by Ouyang Zixin, and it opened with a squeak.
"Is anyone there?"
Of course not, haha. Ouyang Zixin laughed mischievously; she was good at pretending.
If she hadn't sensed enough at the foot of the slope, by the time she reached halfway up, she was certain that there was no one in the house. However, as a cultured modern person, she felt it necessary to ask out of respect for the owner of the house.
The house was small and could be seen at a glance. Inside, there was a wooden bed, a wooden table, and a wooden chair. A few wooden tea bowls were placed on the table, but there was no teapot.
"This Is a Humble Abode; only my virtue is fragrant." It wasn't that Ouyang Zixin wanted to sound pretentious, but everything in this house made her involuntarily think of "The Humble Room Inscription."
Her fingers brushed over the tabletop; it was very clean, with not a speck of dust in sight. If one looked closely at the tea bowls, they seemed as if someone had just used them, still slightly damp at the bottom.
Ouyang Zixin was surprised; this house looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time, yet upon closer inspection, it seemed as if the owner had just left moments ago.
There were no bedding on the wooden bed. Ouyang Zixin placed her palm on the bed board and could faintly feel warmth lingering.
"What a pity; it really is someone's house." She secretly lamented how nice this place was and couldn't help but feel a desire to claim it for herself. But...
"Claim it for yourself? Young Friend can recite 'This Is a Humble Abode; only my virtue is fragrant,' yet you wish to occupy someone else's dwelling. What a pity indeed." A voice came from outside the door, sounding both distant and near.
"Who!" Ouyang Zixin exclaimed, startled. The visitor's cultivation level was far beyond hers; she hadn't sensed them at all.
"You wish to take my dwelling and still ask who I am."
"Who wants to occupy your dwelling? I am simply admiring it. Any notion of claiming it for myself is your own misunderstanding." She had indeed thought that way before, but after all, it was someone else's house, and Ouyang Zixin was not the kind of person to take what others cherished.
"I must have misunderstood you, Young Friend." The person did not delve deeper into the matter and instead changed the topic, saying, "Your words are excellent, Young Friend. I would like to be friends with you. Would you be willing?"
"If we are to be friends, why hide behind a veil?" Ouyang Zixin had shifted from being guarded to testing the waters, and she had likely determined that the visitor posed no danger. Surely, someone who could live in seclusion here would not be a bad person.
"You are right; it is my fault."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Zixin felt a blur before her eyes, and suddenly there was someone standing right in front of her.
The figure in white looked familiar; Rong Yi seemed to like wearing such white garments as well. However, this white outfit appeared ill-fitting on this person, like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes, hanging loosely and awkwardly.
"You..." Ouyang Zixin looked at the person before her, unable to pinpoint her feelings. Although they were right in front of her, they seemed very distant. "Did you deliberately conceal your face?"
Aside from the oddity of the ill-fitting clothing, it was mainly his face that was puzzling. Ouyang Zixin felt as if she were looking through a fog; she could not make out his features clearly.
"Young Friend, you misunderstand. I did not intentionally hide my face; it's just..." The person paused slightly, tilting his head as if pondering how to explain. In the end, he shook his head and sighed lightly, saying, "No outsiders have ever come here; I do not know how to explain."
His sincerity was evident; even though she could not see his facial expressions clearly, Ouyang Zixin could sense that he was speaking the truth.
"Never mind; appearance has never been the point." As for whether the person was handsome or ugly, Ouyang Zixin expressed no interest.
"Then what do you think is the point?"
"Uh..." Ouyang Zixin did not expect that person to ask such a question, and for a moment, she didn't know how to respond. She couldn't just tell him that height wasn't distance, age wasn't a problem, weight wasn't pressure, and economic status wasn't ability; if two people were mutually attracted, appearances were just clouds.
Wait, height!
"You keep calling me 'Young Friend,' but you look like just a half-grown child. What kind of elder do you think you are?" Ouyang Zixin looked at the person in front of her; he was indeed childlike in stature. He seemed profound, but no matter how she looked at him, he didn't resemble the legendary old man with a white beard.
"So how does Young Friend think I should address you?" The person didn't mind and asked good-naturedly.
"If you want to know someone else's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" It turned out he was just a child. Ouyang Zixin had thought she encountered an extraordinary master; the myth of the old man with a white beard was shattered, and her tone became slightly unfriendly.
"I have no name."
"Don't be ridiculous; who doesn't have a name?" Ouyang Zixin didn't believe it. Even the beggar on the street would have names like Er Gou or Da Huang.
"If Young Friend doesn't believe me, there's nothing I can do." The person said helplessly. Even though Ouyang Zixin's tone was unfriendly, he remained calm.
"Do you really have no name?" Seeing him nod, Ouyang Zixin suddenly felt she might have gone too far. Generally, people without names seemed to be pitiful and often had touching stories behind them.
Thinking of this, Ouyang Zixin softened her tone and said, "My name is Ouyang Zixin; you can call me Ouyang Zixin."
"Oh, so it's Miss Ouyang. I understand now." The person's voice lifted slightly, seemingly in a good mood. "I am originally Nameless; Miss Ouyang can call me as she wishes."
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