Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 738 Private Love Talk

When Xiao Wanjun heard Gu Xu say in front of her openly, "I'm greedy for your beauty," she was in a trance for a moment and even found it hard to believe.

The image of His Majesty in her mind has always been tall and majestic, like the moon hanging high in the sky.

His interests should be tied to the great principles of heaven and earth and the rise and fall of dynasties.

A mortal woman like herself, who was only a shell and destined to grow old, should be nothing more than a roadside weed to him, insignificant.

But she didn't expect that he, who was only one step away from the god-like ninth realm, would actually like her beauty like an ordinary man.

Moreover, when he said this, she did not feel the disgust she had felt in the past when others coveted her. Instead, her heart beat faster unconsciously, as if the moon hanging high in the sky fell from the sky and landed beside her, and could finally be held in her hands and in her arms.

"Your Majesty," Xiao Wanjun seemed to be driven by an inexplicable force. She mustered up her courage, looked into Gu Xu's eyes, and said slowly, "Actually, you don't have to be so hesitant... You just said that you hope I can pursue what I want to do... But now, I have made great achievements and no longer need to take on the responsibility of taking care of my brother. My only wish at this moment is to be able to stay by your side for a long time..."

The moment Xiao Wanjun finished speaking, Gu Xu's figure disappeared from the chair behind the desk.

Just when she was wondering where His Majesty had gone, he suddenly appeared beside her, smiling and extending his hand to her.

"Yan'er, come with me for a walk, okay?"

"Yan'er".

The moment this familiar yet unfamiliar name sounded in Xiao Wanjun's ears, it was like a bolt of lightning striking her heart directly.

This was her childhood nickname.

Since her wet nurse died, almost no one called her that anymore.

When Gu Xu mentioned it today, she felt a little strange.

She reached out her hand and gently placed it in his palm.

The surrounding scenery quickly blurred, as if falling into a colorful kaleidoscope, everything was spinning and changing rapidly.

When her vision became clear again, Xiao Wanjun was surprised to find that she was standing hundreds of meters in the air, overlooking the vast and magnificent Luojing City.

The dense streets and alleys interweave into a network, and the bustling crowds seem like tiny ants in the distance. The lights of the city are scattered among them, like fireflies, flickering faintly in the dark night.

In the distance, the golden roof of the palace gleamed brightly in the night, and it looked majestic and tall surrounded by low houses.

The Luo River is like a silent silver ribbon, winding through the city, with a faint luster on the river surface. The green mountains in the distance are rolling, and the outlines of the mountains are looming in the darkness, as if outlining a deep ink painting, quiet and mysterious.

The light clouds float around me like a veil, and the cool breeze blows on my face.

For practitioners who can fly with flying instruments, such scenes are commonplace.

However, for Xiao Wanjun, a mortal, this was undoubtedly a tense and exciting experience, completely different from the previous experience of flying in the air with a metal puppet.

Her breathing stagnated, her heartbeat echoed in her chest like a drum, her fingers trembled slightly, and she could hardly keep her balance. The void under her feet brought waves of dizziness, as if she would fall down instantly if she moved a little.

In fear, her body slid backwards involuntarily.

Just as she was about to fall, she suddenly crashed into an embrace as solid as a mountain.

"Don't be afraid, Yan'er," Gu Xu's voice sounded behind her, "You are now in my Dao domain, just like walking on flat ground, you won't fall down."

It seemed that his voice gave her a strong sense of security. Xiao Wanjun took a deep breath and her mood gradually calmed down.

She took a step forward.

As he said, the air beneath her feet seemed to have solidified into solid ground, supporting her every step steadily. The original tension gradually dissipated, and an unprecedented sense of solidity came over her. In this world, there is probably no place safer than his Dao domain.

She couldn't help but think to herself.

Gu Xu walked up to her, grabbed her hand, and smiled softly, "I asked you to take a vacation, so you shouldn't have thought about working overtime to read memorials. Let's go and see this country that we have built together."

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They first walked to the sky above the Luo River.

Looking at the surging waves on the river, Xiao Wanjun couldn't help but recall the scene of her first meeting with Gu Xu - at that time, she was dressed as a man, using the alias "Qi Yan", and saw Gu Xu defeating all the heroes in the "Lantern Festival Arena Competition" and showing his prowess.

But what she remembers most is not his performance after he stepped into the ring.

Instead, he was standing on the shore, and he was able to understand all the moves of the monks on the stage and give explanations that sounded like a prophecy.

"Your Majesty." She suddenly called softly.

"Yan'er?" Gu Xu turned to look at her. His eyes reflected the lights of thousands of houses, appearing deep and bright.

"Do you think that the Luo River tonight looks very much like the third move of 'The Return of All Rivers', 'Hidden Star Tide at Night'?" Xiao Wanjun hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke softly what was in his mind.

"Similar, very similar." Gu Xu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He knew that, looking across the vast wilderness, this might be a metaphor that only the two of them could understand.

This set of "The Art of All Rivers Returning to Their Flow" originally belonged to an inconspicuous small sect in the Great Wilderness - the "Tianlan Sect".

More than 400 years ago, during the founding war of Emperor Xiao Shengyun of the Great Qi Dynasty, the Tianlan Sect was destroyed because of its loyalty to the Great Chu Dynasty and has ceased to exist ever since. The disciples of the sect scattered, and the skills of the school were gradually lost. Only a few exquisite moves were occasionally picked up by some casual cultivators and recorded in books.

It is said that the third move of "The Return of All Rivers" "Hidden Star Tide at Night" is the unique skill among them. When it is performed, it is like the stars appearing and disappearing in the night sky, with phantoms that are elusive and difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. The enemy is trapped in an endless illusion and cannot capture the exact position of the caster.

Now, more than four hundred years have passed, and there are only a few people who still remember the existence of the "Tianlan Sect", and those who know the effect of the spell "Ye Yin Xing Chao" are almost extinct in the world.

Precisely because there are so few people who understand this, when Xiao Wanjun said this, the two of them felt a spiritual resonance, as if they had met a confidant who understood their thoughts in this vast world.

"The distant mountains tonight are very much like the sword energy in "Moshan Yunyin Sword Art." Xiao Wanjun paused and continued.

Gu Xu nodded in agreement.

This set of "Moshan Yunyin Sword Technique" was created by a casual cultivator named "Mochen Taoist" two hundred years ago. It is an unpopular sword technique that is rarely known in the wilderness.

His moves are as elegant and agile as ink-splashed landscapes, but his power is unfathomable.

However, this sword technique is obscure and difficult to understand, and extremely difficult to practice.

At present, Gu Xu is the only one in the world who masters this skill, which he gained when he was sparring with others in the "Qingdu Fantasy" not long ago.

"And today's Luojing City looks very much like the Thousand Machine Map Formation of the Mo Sect in the Lingxiao Realm. It's very beautiful." Xiao Wanjun's gaze shifted to Luojing in the distance and added thoughtfully.

"You are a very good thinker."

"..."

The more Xiao Wanjun spoke, the more relaxed she became. She no longer had the reservedness she had when serving the emperor, nor the nervousness she had when walking at high altitudes. It was as if she was accompanied by only close friends, traveling hand in hand with them, chatting and laughing along the way, and giving pointers.

When she was a little tired of talking, Gu Xu turned around, stared into her eyes, and said softly: "Your eyes are so beautiful, just like the 'Qingming Stone' you brought back from the 'Cang Yao World'. I like them very much."

Xiao Wanjun raised her hand to cover the corners of her mouth, smiling.