The blacksmith was surprised and reminded in a low voice: “This is just an ordinary sword. Young master, in your fine clothes, you must be from a noble family.”
Wearing such a sword might invite ridicule, and you might immediately discard it outside.
The young man smiled, his eyes without sight but his smile genuine: “I choose a sword with my heart. Its heart is purer than many swords. If carrying a sword is just for show, why would I come to choose myself?”
The blacksmith nodded appreciatively: “Young master will surely achieve great things. This sword will definitely make a name in the martial world. I gift it to you, please do not refuse.”
Standing beside them, I understood why a small blacksmith’s shop could forge a famous sword like Zhuixi, and why Zhuixi couldn’t communicate with the Mojia’s intentions but formed a master-servant bond with a blind person.
The young man was not choosing the sword’s body, but its heart. A truly powerful person would not rely on a sword.
Watching him leave with Zhuixi, I felt relieved and told Jianghu, who seemed reluctant: “Let’s go back and complete the task.”
“Won’t you go see Mojun Qing?”
I hesitated. If I saw he wasn’t doing well, I might feel sad. Jianghu pulled me into that time and space without explanation.
In his youth, he became a young swordsman feared by everyone in the martial world. In his prime, he married and had children, and because the Mojia’s eldest son was still alive, he lived quietly with his family in the mountains, peaceful for a lifetime. His life’s trajectory had completely changed.
Without Zhuixi’s appearance, his life would have been calm and ordinary.
Returning to the divine realm and completing the task, I didn’t feel the expected melancholy. Perhaps simplicity is the best life. Not everyone believes that a dramatic life maximizes one’s value; ordinariness is also valid. If Mojun Qing could choose again, he might still prefer this peaceful life.
In his hundred-year lifespan, I never saw Gouhun appear by his side again.
Returning to my residence as the sunset painted everything orange-red, I yawned, thinking I could have a good night’s sleep.
As soon as this thought crossed my mind, someone walked out from the neighboring wooden house.
Gouhun.
His voice carried a hint of absurdity under the sunset’s glow. The first time I saw him was also at such a time.
I turned to go back inside.
Gouhun leaped in front of me: “You didn’t need to do that. After sending Zhuixi to be reborn, Mojun Qing won’t remember anything between you.”
Indeed, he won’t remember. Our divine appearance doesn’t belong to this time and space. Even if Zhuixi wasn’t reborn, no matter how much we loved and suffered, once the task ended, my memories would be completely stripped from his mind, not a trace remaining. But I still wanted to do it, whether to make him feel better then or for myself.
But I don’t regret saying those words at all.
It was like speaking to myself more than to others.
I looked at him coldly: “Is my task complete? Completed. If not completed, would it deduct Gouhun’s salary? No…”
Before finishing, Gouhun’s hands suddenly slid over my shoulders, embracing me and whispering by my ear: “Rebirth, let’s start over.”
I was suddenly stunned. A thousand years ago, Gou Hun said that in two years, we would go to Shang Shen to request marriage. Then just two days later, he kicked me aside and got together with Nü Zun Jun. At that time, I was truly heartbroken. This feeling of being betrayed was unbearable.
Now, a thousand years later, he actually says such words again.
In a moment of daze, I reacted with uncontrollable anger, suddenly pushing him away and heavily slapping him.
Peach Blossom Rebirth (Part One)
Since being suddenly bombarded by that bastard Gou Hun, I’ve been staying at Gong Dou Jun’s place for four days. The benefit of having a close girlfriend is that when you’re unhappy, you can occupy her nest and have a legitimate reason to eat.
As a result, I got a stomachache and spent my days squatting in the toilet and then lying in bed, wailing and curling up like a ball.
When Jiang Hu came to see me, I had already lost two rounds of weight.
Looking at the basket of delicious food he brought, I was full of resentment: “Little Jiang Hu, you’re so unfair.”
Jiang Hu protested innocently: “These were brought by the Gods’ Jun.”
After hearing this, I was even more resentful: “No way, over a hundred people and this is all they could gather?”
Jiang Hu couldn’t help but roll his eyes: “Hey, who’s been hiding here and not seeing anyone? If Gong Dou Jun hadn’t asked me to take care of you for a few days, I would have thought you were on a mission.” He narrowed his eyes and leaned closer, saying, “Is there something bothering you recently?”
I gave him a sidelong glance: “So you can be happy about it?”
Jiang Hu shook his head and sighed: “…Rebirth, it seems your venomous tongue won’t change.”
I paused, continuing to search for something to eat as if nothing happened. After breaking up with Gou Hun, I became increasingly sharp-tongued, always thinking that instead of letting others hurt me, I might as well hurt them first.
But Gou Hun’s face was truly thick. The slap I gave him six days ago still made my palm ache. After fully recovering, a task from Task Jun was already pending. I estimated that if I didn’t show up soon, he would flip the table.
Task Jun always looked serious and never smiled.
“What? What’s this task?”
Task Jun kept a straight face, looking unsurprised: “Peach blossoms.”
I exclaimed angrily: “Enough! Last time was a sword, this time peach blossoms, what’s next? Bringing out a stone!”
Task Jun thoughtfully nodded, reaching to flip through his task book: “Let me check if there’s a stone task…”
I stiffened, smiling like a flower: “Actually, peach blossoms are quite nice.”
Task Jun: “No, I’ll still check if there’s a stone task.”
Receiving a frustratingly depressing task, my steps became even heavier. Returning home and taking the God Realm token, as soon as I went out, I saw Gou Hun standing there again.
Hmm, good. His face was indeed still swollen.
Seeing him approach, I panicked and directly jumped over the courtyard’s low fence. Unexpectedly, my skirt got caught on something, and I heavily fell into the mud.
“Gou Hun leaped over, helping me up. I threw mud back in his face: “Why are you calling me so urgently? Your ambiguous call might prevent me from getting married!”
“Then marry me.”
My body stiffened, staring at him and laughing hysterically, laughing until my stomach hurt: “Gou Hun, can you not speak so matter-of-factly? Do you remember what you said back then, that I no longer excited you? That was the most ridiculous breakup reason I’ve ever heard.”
Gou Hun wrapped his arm around my body, staring at me intently: “That wasn’t my true feelings.”
“Okay, then tell me why you didn’t want me and went to hook up with Nü Zun Jun back then.” I sat in the mud, facing him directly, staring quietly.
Gou Hun moved his lips, finally saying: “I can’t say. Just believe me…”
I interrupted him: “I don’t have time to waste with you! If you don’t let go, and I’m delayed at the Heavenly Road checkpoint from completing my task, I’ll be punished.”
Gou Hun fell silent, slowly releasing his hand. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had truly let go. But before I could get up, his hand wrapped around me again, his cold lips pressing close, momentarily dazed, his soft tongue invading and stirring, a suffocating and chaotic passion.
