Chapter 60: I have discovered a secret

The ship was able to use immortal magic, and it arrived at the port of Yangzhou early the next morning. They were met by an immortal messenger at the entrance to the port, and several horses were stationed there.

The Feathermen did not need to eat, so they sat by the ferry and rested their eyes. It was just after dawn, and not many merchants were passing by, but the boatmen were already up, gathering in small groups to drink porridge and eat steamed buns, and peeking in at them with curious eyes from time to time.

The brown-clad, short-beaten, burly men slurped their porridge, and murmurs drifted sporadically into Mo Ran's ears.

"Hey, I know their clothes, they're from Lower Fairy World."

" Lower Fairy World is so far away and doesn't often deal with our sects here, how do you know"

"Look at the crest on their wrist armour. Isn't it exactly the same as the one on the night wanderer"

"You mean the kind of wooden armor that exorcises demons," someone glanced up Xue Meng's sleeve, crunching on a pickle and exclaiming, "Oops, that's true. Who made that night wanderer?"

"I heard it was built by Elder Yu Heng of the Top of the Dead and the Living."

"Who is this Elder Yu Heng? Is he as good as our Lonely Moonlit's Master Jiang?"

"Hey, I don't know, who knows what happens to immortals?"

He was relieved to know that his night-riding gods had been successfully distributed among the people. He was relieved to know that his night-roaming gods had been successfully distributed among the people, and he thought that when he returned, he would make more light and useful wooden oxen and horses to do good deeds.

It was still early in the morning, and the winter sun was only just rising, and the golden light was like a veil of silk, soaking the peaks with crystal snow and brimming with light. At the foot of the peak, hundreds of ancient cypresses and pines stand in the frost, as if they were the great hermits of the Taoist style, with their sleeves hanging down and their eyes averted, standing quietly on both sides of the mountain path.

The summit of Jiuhua Peak, which mortals call "not on earth", is not a false statement.

Feathermen blew three whistles at the foot of the mountain, and a golden finch with gorgeous plumage fluttered down from the snow-capped foothills. The crowd followed the goldfinch's lead and headed west to a curtain of rushing waterfalls.

" Your Mightiness please stand back."

The Feathermen at the head of the group stood first, twirling a flower with her five fingers and chanting a spell. Suddenly, she gathers her lips and breathes out into the wind, and a dragon of fire comes out into the air and strikes the waterfall, splitting the curtain in two!

Feathermen looked back and smiled faintly, "I invite you all to move to Peach Blossom Yard."

They followed the Feathermen through the curtain of water and past the boundary, and were met by a clear view of the vast expanse of what looked like another thousand feet of soft red. Peach Blossom Yard is a cave that has nothing to do with the Xianxia realm, although it is not the same as the realm of the immortals, let alone the gods, but it is full of spiritual energy. The landscape in the source is like a water-ink painting, the colours are elegant and light, and a short walk reveals that the four seasons change indefinitely.

The group was led by the Feathermen through the wilderness, where they saw the tide of the river and the sound of apes on both banks. Then, on the outskirts of the city, we saw the strata and the fields blowing wheat. Finally, when they arrived at the city, they saw the neatly constructed buildings and the high gables.

The main city of Peach Blossom is a magnificent city, the size of the city and its facilities are not unlike those of a prosperous metropolis on earth, except that flowers and snow dance together in the air, birds and cranes fly together, and Feathermen pass by with their handsome necks extended and their belts in the wind, as if they were immortals stepping down from a painting.

However, although the Xue Meng group was quite surprised to see such a beautiful sight, they had already seen Jin Chengchi, so they did not make too much of a fuss about it.

When they reached a fork in the road, they saw a Feathermen standing beside a huge tree, wearing a white banner embroidered with a golden phoenix, and the flame on her forehead was deeper than the others, which meant that her magic was far more powerful than the other Feathermen.

The fairy messenger who led the way brought the crowd to her, before bowing on bended knee and making a curtsy, "Great Lord, the four Your Mightinesses from the top of death and life have arrived."

"It's been a hard day's work, so stand down."

"Yes."

The Feathermen in their finery smiled slightly and their voices were as melodious as the cries of a phoenix.

"My name is Eighteen and I have been honoured by my immortal superiors to take up the position of Grand Master of Peach Blossom Yard. I am very fortunate that you are all willing to come to my home to practice. Your Mightiness, please forgive me if I am not well received during this time and speak up."

She is so stunningly good looking and speaks with such courtesy that she is a real crowd pleaser.

Xue Meng does not like men who look better than himself, but he is at the age when he knows Shao Ai and naturally does not hate picturesque women, so he smiled and said, "You are welcome, but the name Eighteen is really odd, I wonder what your name is."

Eighteen said warmly, "I have no surname, so my name is Eighteen."

Mo Ran laughed and said, "Your name is eighteen, so is someone else's name seventeen"

He meant it as a joke, but when Eighteen heard it, she couldn't help but smile: " Your Mightiness Congeniality, Seventeen is my sister."

Mo Ran :""

Eighteen explained, "We Feathermen are born from the down feathers that fall from the Vermilion Bird Heavenly God, and when our cultivation is shallow, we are often in the form of an ibis. The first to take form was my family's upper immortal, and the rest of the Feathermen, in the order of their transformation, were named One, Two I was the eighteenth, hence the name Eighteen."

""

Mo Ran was speechless when he heard the name. He thought Xue Zhengyong was bad enough, but he didn't think there was an even worse one here, playing straight with counting.

But then, Eighteen said something that made him feel even more heavenly.

"Let's get down to business. Your Mightiness is new to this place and does not yet know the rules of Peach Blossom Yard cultivation." Eighteen said, "Most mortal cultivation has been divided by sects for centuries. But here it is different. We Feathermen have always had a clear division of labour, with those who specialise in defence, those who specialise in attack and those who specialise in healing, three in total. Your training will also be based on these three."

Mo Ran laughed, "This is good."

Eighteen nodded at him, "Thank you, Your Mightiness, for your approval. I need to know that a few days ago the monks of Lonely Moonlit were here, and when they heard of this method of refinement, they were dismayed."

Mo Ran wondered, "The defence is the defence, the attack is the attack, the healing is the healing, it's simple and clear.

Eighteen said, "It's like this. There is a Duan son of Lonely Moonlit who is a defender and must live with his fellow Your Mightinesses, while his sister is an attacker and must train and live with the attacking Your Mightinesses. Although I do not understand mortal emotions, I can see that he does not want to be separated from his sister."

"Haha, there's sh Wait, what are you saying" Mo Ran was halfway through laughing when he suddenly reacted and his eyes snapped open, "Not only do people with different attributes have to cultivate separately, they also have to live separately"

Not knowing why he had suddenly changed his face, Eighteen said blankly, "Yes."

Mo Ran's face is green: ""

Are you kidding me?

Half an hour later, Mo Ran, who had failed to bargain with Eighteen, stood frozen in a long silence in a small, open courtyard.

He, Xue Meng and Xia Sini, all three of whom belonged to the Thaumaturges, were assigned to the east side of Peach Blossom Yard. There are more than twenty courtyards for four people, with rocks, lakes, alleys and markets, built to resemble the mortal world, probably because they knew they would be staying here for a long time and to relieve their homesickness. The courtyard was built to resemble the mortal world.

Shi Mei, being a 'healer', went to the southern part of Peach Blossom Yard, far away from Mo Ran's place, with a barrier between them and a token to get through. This means that although Mo Ran is in Peach Blossom Yard with Shi Mei, he has no chance to see them except for the Feathermen initiation, which they practice together every day.

And that's not even the worst of it.

Mo Ran suddenly raised her eyes and looked through the curtain of her eyelashes at Xue Meng, who was glancing around the courtyard, apparently trying to find the most comfortable place for herself, and her forehead popped up.

Xue Meng

Yes, fuck it, he has to live in the same courtyard as Xue Meng every day from now on. The eight sufferings of life - love and separation, resentment and hatred - will probably be felt very thoroughly for some time to come.

The Feathermen had moved from Upper Fairy World to Lower Fairy World, and it was almost the end of their turn at the Top of the Dead. Xue Meng soon discovered that the small courtyard in which they were staying had an owner.

"Strange, I wonder who's already living here." Xue Meng said while glancing at the mattresses drying in the courtyard.

Mo Ran said, "Whoever it is should not be a calculating person."

"What does that say?"

Mo Ran said, "Let me ask you, which room did you pick to stay in?"

Xue Meng looked very alert: "What are you doing? I've already seen it.

Before he had time to work it out, Mo Ran interrupted with a smile, "I don't like rooms that are too big to compete with you. But I'll ask you, if this room is still empty," he said, nodding to the hut that someone had already moved into, and then asked, "would you be willing to swap it with him?"

Xue Meng looked at the plain hut before glaring at Mo Ran: "Do you think I'm stupid? Of course I won't change."

Mo Ran laughed and said, "That's why I said the man is not a calculating man. You see, when he came here, all four rooms were empty, but he didn't pick the best, he just chose a low hut. If this man is not a fool, he is a modest gentleman."

""

This is a good analysis, but Xue Meng feels as if Mo Ran has stabbed her in the face with a smile. He was a gentleman, but he didn't want to sleep in a cottage instead of a nice house, so he was a stinker and a cheapskate, wasn't he?

But Mo Ran didn't say a word about Xue Meng, so he couldn't even scold him, and he couldn't even hold back.

"I'm used to living in nice ones anyway." Xue Meng held his breath and said with a sullen face, "I'm just not used to living in a shitty place, so whoever wants to be this gentleman can be. I don't care."

After the words were spoken, he left in an enraged voice.

Thus four very different houses in this courtyard were given owners.

Xue Meng chose the northern cottage, with its pink walls and gilded lintel, as the most transparent and luxurious one. Mo Ran chose the stone cottage to the west, with a peach tree in full bloom. Chu Wanning chose a bamboo building in the east, where the sun was setting and the bamboo looked like jade.

To the south, in a simple cottage, lives the "gentleman" whom I have never met before.

Chu Wanning was still recovering from his typhoid fever and was very dizzy. He went into the bamboo building early to rest. Xue Meng stayed with him for a while, but the young master was neither pampered nor interested in listening to stories, and he only slept wrapped up in a dumpling.

In the courtyard, Mo Ran has brought out a chair and is crossing his legs, his arms behind his head, lazily watching the golden crows sink and the afterglow peel away.

When he saw Xue Meng coming out, he asked, "Is Master Xia asleep?"

"Hmm."

"Has the fever gone down?"

"If you want to care about him, just go in and see for yourself."

Mo Ran laughed, "I'm afraid I'll wake the little one up if he doesn't fall asleep."

Xue Meng gave him a look and said, "It's rare for you to have some self-awareness. I thought you were just like my mother's cats and dogs, lazing around in the yard."

"Haha, how did you know I was just being lazy" Mo Ran played with a peach blossom between her fingers and raised her eyes and laughed, "I've discovered an amazing secret while sitting idly in the courtyard."

Xue Meng obviously didn't want to ask, but was curious and held back for half a day before tensing his face and putting together a look of pretended disinterest, muttering, "What's the big secret?"

Mo Ran beckoned to him and narrowed his eyes, "Put your ear to me and I'll whisper it to you."

"" Xue Meng reluctantly and in a roundabout way pushed her ear over. Mo Ran leaned in close and whispered a laugh, "Hey, you fell for it, silly Meng Meng."

Xue Meng's eyes suddenly widened and she became furious, grabbing Mo Ran's lapel by the hand: "You lied to me, are you childish?"

Mo Ran haha said, "Where did I lie to you, I really did find a secret but I also really didn't want to tell you."

Xue Meng's black brows knitted: "I would be a fool to believe you again"

Mo Ran was about to say something more to annoy the other one, when he heard an unfamiliar voice from behind him, giving a slightly puzzled "hmmm" and then saying, "Are you two new to the group?"

This man's voice is clear and lucid, more moist and clean than the voice of an ordinary youth.

Mo Ran and Xue Meng both look back and see a man dressed in strong clothes standing in the wind in the blood of the dying sun.

The man has deep features, dark brows and a black jade hair crown, and his honey-coloured face is handsome and spirited. He was not tall, but his stance was extremely erect, more so than a pine or a cypress. His long legs, in particular, are wrapped in black trousers, making them appear slim, strong and straight.

Mo Ran's complexion changed instantly, as blood and sin seemed to flash before her eyes in a different world.

It was as if he saw a figure kneeling in the rain of blood, with his lute bone pierced and half the flesh of his face torn away, yet he still preferred to die rather than surrender and refused to submit.

A shiver ran through his heart, like a drop of white, crystal dew falling on a leaf, and Mo Ran could not tell what he felt.

If there was anyone he had admired in his previous life, this would be one of them.

So it was him who was going to live with them?