The "belief" it refers to is that Lu Pianpian is willing to believe the bizarre stories it tells, and is even willing to change things together for it.
Admittedly, the story is bizarre, but over the years, Xiao Shu has never encouraged Lu Pianpian to do anything that would harm the sect. On the contrary, he has done his best to help Lu Pianpian find ways to solve the problem.
"I should be thanking you." Lu Pianpian pressed the booklet in her arms to her heart.
"Hehe, goodnight Pianpian, you can finally get a good night's sleep."
After ten years of worrying about a major event, Lu Pianpian finally got her wish and fulfilled her desire, but she still did not let her guard down.
He stayed in Huan Juntian's room all night, and only left the room when Huan Juntian was still asleep when dawn was approaching. He sneaked to the outside of his senior sister Qu Surou's room and sensed for a while. After seeing no signs of any other men, he decisively went up the mountain to find his master.
Qu Fuyi was doing his morning exercise in the courtyard, supporting his back. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his whole body was bathed in sunlight, making even the beads of sweat look crystal clear and clean.
Upon witnessing this scene, Lu Pianpian burst into tears of joy.
Master wasn't locked in the black hole; he could still do morning exercises in the sunlight. He was still so pure, innocent, and clean!
"Your second disciple Lu, you didn't go down the mountain?" Qu Fuyi spotted Lu Pianpian and saw him laughing and crying at the same time. She put her arm around him and asked, "Why are you crying! Did someone bully you? I'll go settle the score for you..."
His second disciple usually appears gentle and kind, but in reality, he is very resilient and would rather die than shed a tear. The fact that he is crying now must mean that something terrible has happened.
Lu Pianpian wiped her tears on her master's clothes, "Seeing that my master is still so pure and innocent, so lovely and lovely, I am relieved..."
Qu Fuyi was quite pleased with these words. "My face is indeed beautiful and lovely, but it is also pure and flawless... When have I ever been impure?"
Lu Pianpian said with relief, "None of that matters anymore."
"Okay." But something still feels off.
After bidding farewell to Qu Fuyi, the three siblings, following the directions in the commission, arrived at the nearby town.
Lu Pianpian called out to Xiao Shu several times in her mind, but as Xiao Shu had told her last night, there was no response.
A child holding a candied hawthorn stick stood by the roadside staring at them. "You three are all so big, why are you still holding hands? Aren't you ashamed?"
Lu Pianpian walked in the middle, with Huan Juntian on her left and Qu Surou on her right. The three of them walked down the street like a wall.
Qu Surou was already embarrassed, and now she had to be scolded by a child. She hurriedly pulled her arm back, but Lu Pianpian pulled her back and held her arm.
Lu Pianpian said to the child, "This is what you don't understand. This is proof that the three of us siblings have a good relationship."
Qu Surou is fiery and Huan Juntian is aloof. The fact that these two are willing to walk hand in hand with him in the street shows how much effort Lu Pianpian has put into cultivating relationships within the sect over the past ten years. Therefore, whenever he goes out, he can't help but announce to everyone that the three siblings have a very good relationship.
Huan Juntian's expression remained indifferent, revealing no sign of his dislike for the arm-linking incident. However, Qu Surou, concerned about her reputation, quickly ran to the wonton stall and sat down, thus escaping Lu Pianpian's clutches. "I'll have a bowl of wontons first!"
Lu Pianpian sat down and noticed a book stall across the street. Her eyes lit up. "Senior sister, have you finished reading the book I bought for you last time?"
Qu Surou yawned, "I watched it all last night."
"Senior sister, wait for me, I'll go buy you a new one!"
After he finished speaking, he got up and walked to the bookstall, expertly burying himself in searching for the type of novels Qu Surou liked. After choosing one, he was about to pay when he noticed the stall owner staring adoringly at his side and behind him, and finally swallowing hard, "So beautiful..."
"What?"
"Absolutely stunning! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Look, look!"
As the stall owner spoke, he gave Lu Pianpian's shoulder a push, causing Lu Pianpian to involuntarily lean to the side and back, allowing her to see clearly the "stunning beauty" the stall owner had mentioned.
A note from the author:
Luke 2: Goodnight Makka Pakka;
Huan San: Goodnight, my dear sister;
Master: Goodnight, Little Rou Rou;
Qu Da: ? My chaotic life in the sect;
Junior sister will appear in the next chapter w
Chapter 3
In a quiet alley not far away, there is a fiery red maple tree, beneath which stands a slender, snow-white figure.
Lu Pianpian has seen many beauties by now, including his senior sister Qu Surou, but he has never seen a beauty like the one in front of him before.
Her face was pale, as if she were sick, yet her features were extremely deep, like a painting drawn on a white sheet of paper with bold strokes, captivating and alluring.
The beautiful woman was holding a white cat, her head slightly lowered as she stroked the cat's fur. Perhaps because the stall owner's gaze was too intense, she looked up uncomfortably towards the stall.
That glance, however, brought their eyes together.
She had long, narrow eyes, but her pupils were a deep, dark blue, the color of the night, so profound that it was impossible to discern the emotions within them. Yet, they possessed a captivating charm, giving rise to a natural, exotic allure.
"She looked at me! She looked at me!"
The stall owner, thinking he had caught the eye of this stunning beauty, excitedly shouted, "Such a gorgeous slave girl, if I had the money, I would definitely buy her!"
The word "slave" brought Lu Pianpian back to her senses from the beauty's face, and she glanced away at the clothes on the other woman's body.
Autumn had arrived a few days ago, yet her clothes were unusually thin, and because they were snow-white, the dust stains on her skirt were particularly glaring.
Lu Pianpian glanced at the dust and dirt again, and in that glance she noticed the conspicuous object on her ankle.
It was a pitch-black iron chain, tightly wrapped around her ankles, with the extra end tied to a tree stump, locking her in place like livestock, unable to move an inch.
Such treatment clearly indicates that she is a slave of some household.
"Pianpian, you haven't finished buying them yet?" Qu Surou shouted at the top of her lungs, "The wontons are going to burn!"
"They're here." Lu Pianpian snapped out of her daze, paid for the book, took it, turned around and walked back to the wonton stall, giving one to Qu Surou and the other to Huan Juntian.
Qu Surou took it and saw that it read, "Three sentences to make a heartless man cripple himself for me." Hmm, very much in line with her taste. "Why did you decide to buy a storybook for Huan San today?"
Lu Pianpian lowered her head and ate her wontons, "Equal distribution of benefits."
Qu Surou curiously looked at the cover of the storybook in front of Huan Juntian and was surprised to see that it read "The Cold Junior Brother's Provocative Senior Sister" and was accompanied by a picture of a man and a woman dancing with swords together.
Qu Surou's brow twitched violently a few times. She threw the storybook in front of Lu Pianpian and asked, "What are you implying?"
Lu Pianpian thought he had been very subtle about his idea of pairing up his senior sister and junior brother, but Qu Surou still found out. He could only say, "I'm doing this for your own good."
Although the ten-year deadline has passed, changing the future of Qu Surou and Huan Juntian has become Lu Pianpian's instinct.
So when he saw this storybook just now, it was like a revelation to him. He immediately identified the aloof Huan Juntian and the fiery Qu Surou. If he could bring these two together, why would he need to worry about his master's innocence and the future of the sect?
Qu Surou said, "Tell me in detail how it's good."
Lu Pianpian said in a serious tone, "Senior sister is beautiful, junior brother is handsome. As the saying goes, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders, keep the fertile soil for your own cultivation'..."
"Senior brother," Huan Juntian suddenly spoke, interrupting Lu Pianpian's words expressionlessly, "it's time to set off."
After saying that, he paid for three bowls of wontons and left first.
Qu Surou put away the storybook, grabbed Lu Pianpian, and followed closely behind. "Hahaha, Huan San is going to be driven crazy by you, you blockhead!"
Lu Pianpian was somewhat discouraged that her words had been interrupted so soon.
As Lu Pianpian passed by the alleyway, she was still thinking about the chains on the beautiful woman's legs and wondered whether she should lend a helping hand. She couldn't help but glance inside.
The maple tree remains, but the stunning beauty has vanished without a trace.
It truly resembled a fleeting dream, like Zhuangzi's butterfly dream, born in broad daylight, vanishing in an instant.
Inside the luxurious and spacious carriage, Huan Mi sat on a soft couch made of silk, wearing a brocade shirt embroidered with gold thread on her upper body and a brocade skirt with dark patterns on her lower body. Her hair was adorned with the finest pearls and jade, and a string of gold-inlaid jade pendants hung on her forehead.
Although she was young, she had a fondness for extravagance since childhood and loved dressing in a dignified and luxurious manner. Her black hair was also well-maintained and glossy.
The person kneeling in the corner of the carriage, whose hair was yellowed from frequent hunger and who wore only a simple white shirt, seemed to be in a world of stark contrasts: one in heaven and the other on earth.
The carriage wheels rolled over a low-lying area, causing the carriage to sway from side to side. The kneeling person was shaken and had to reach out and grab the window sill to steady themselves.
The vicious whip lashed out and struck the back of her hand, leaving a bloody welt.
"Did I, the princess, allow you to touch me?" Huan Mi picked up the whip and lashed her shoulder again, her eyes filled with resentment and venom. "You unruly, lowly thing, it seems I, the princess, have been too lenient with you!"
After saying that, he lashed out with several more whips, striking her mercilessly.
The maid stood by, her expression unchanged. She glanced at the person being whipped out of the corner of her eye. The white clothes were quickly torn open by the whipping, and the skin was bleeding.
She was already used to this kind of scene. If anyone was to blame, it was just bad luck. Of all people to offend, she had to offend the Prime Minister's son, Jingyi.
In the vast Li Kingdom palace, everyone knew that Princess Huanmi was in love with Jingyi.
A month ago, Jingyi accidentally stepped into the Cold Palace and became infatuated with a woman there. He met with her secretly every day, and someone then reported this to Huan Mi.
Huan Mi was furious and immediately brought the woman out of the cold palace. Upon investigation, he discovered that she was a princess of equal status to Huan Mi, who was the woman currently being punished.
However, Huan Mi was used to being arrogant and domineering. The princess in front of him was a princess, but her birth mother was a criminal concubine who had tried to assassinate the Prince of Li. Therefore, the princess's status became insignificant and was equivalent to that of a criminal slave.
So Huan Mi took advantage of an autumn outing outside the palace to secretly abduct the princess from the cold palace and devised a more insidious method than killing her—to send her to the evil sect and turn her into a furnace, so that she would never see Jing Yi again in this life.
Huan Mi's plan was excellent, but unfortunately, they had not encountered a single evil spirit or heretic during their month-long journey south.
She was unhappy, so she would take out her anger on the other person in different ways every day.
Huan Changming, covered in blood, collapsed to the ground after being whipped. His first words weren't a plea for mercy, but rather, "Give me back the cat..."
Huan Mi stepped off the soft couch and kicked Huan Changming in the back. "Your dead cat tore my dress. Do you think I'll let that beast live?"
She stomped with tremendous force; the creaking sound of Huan Changming's joints being crushed could even be heard inside the carriage.
Huan Changming's hand, which was resting on the ground, suddenly clenched into a fist. The veins on the back of his pale hand stood out as he said with suppressed anger, "Give it back to me."
"You worthless wretch, this princess will return that beast's corpse to you right now!"
Huan Mi had a maid bring out a wooden box, which was then opened to reveal the cat's stiff corpse inside. She threw it in front of Huan Changming and said, "It's all this beast's fault for following the wrong master. How could it possibly have a good ending with you, a jinx?"
She kept the cat's corpse to deliberately disgust Huan Changming and make him cry his heart out, but the expression on his face at this moment was too calm.
In a fit of anger, Huan Mi picked up the box containing the cat and threw it out of the carriage, only then did Huan Changming react.
Huan Mi waited for him to beg for mercy, but Huan Changming smiled and said, "Does Your Majesty think that by treating me like this, Jingyi will fall in love with you?"
Huan Changming's words struck a nerve with Huan Mi: "You slut, if you hadn't seduced Jingyi, how could someone as handsome and refined as him have been bewitched by you?"
She stomped hard on Huan Changming's hand, "You are a criminal slave, you are not worthy to call me Imperial Sister!"
Huan Changming's lips turned white with pain, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he refused to beg for mercy. Instead, he laughed even harder, "If my royal sister kills me, Jingyi will never forget me in this life... Even if the two of you get married in the future, Jingyi will look at my royal sister's face every day... and the person he will think of and miss in his heart will only be me."
If he dies, he will become the indelible mark in Jingyi's heart; the living can never defeat the dead.
His intention was to ask Huan Mi to show mercy, but Huan Mi stared at his face, which became even more beautiful because of his smile, and was so angry that she was furious.