Chapter 1133: Chapter 621: Yun Qian’s Rebellion (Double-Length) (Part 2)

This dead girl, she considers her face for important matters, but for trivial ones, she’ll pounce on any slip-up I make. It’s both endearing and infuriating.

"Enough with the nonsense." Zhu Pingniang gritted her teeth, "The teacher who taught me literary command has been buried underground for years; I’ve even forgotten what he looks like... and you’re telling me this?"

"I forgot, elder sister, you’re not that young anymore either." Miss Lu paused, then sighed.

No matter how old she gets, she remains just as immature.

"Hey, stinky girl, your look is very impolite."

"...Sorry, elder sister."

Miss Lu smiled apologetically.

Suddenly, she felt that quarreling with a sister who, despite her age, acts just as willful as a little girl was also quite immature.

Zhu Pingniang: "..."

The corner of her mouth twitched.

I must say, Zhu Pingniang found the gentle side of Lu’Er to be somewhat sickening.

"Forgotten..." Yun Qian listened to Zhu Pingniang’s words and suddenly spoke, "The longer you live, the more things you forget?"

"Of course." Zhu Pingniang nodded, then paused before continuing in her usual casual manner, "The longer you live, the more things you forget."

As she spoke, she looked out at the pitch-black sky outside the window, smiling without a sound, "You want to find the person who owes you a drink, but she thinks she’s already paid it... That’s time for you, Ms. Yun, that’s time."

"Mm." Yun Qian nodded.

Indeed, forgetting is an inevitable trend.

"Ms. Zhu." At this moment, Miss Lu blinked her big eyes, unable to help but ask, "Did Fairy Li owe you a drink?"

"Hey, my only old friend is Ah Bai, isn’t it?" Zhu Pingniang discontentedly shook off Miss Lu’s hand.

Although besides Ah Bai, she had no friends... she did have sisters from her youth.

"Old friends, old friends... Come to think of it, where did I bury her? Oh no... I forgot." Zhu Pingniang said, her eye twitched slightly, "Oh no, to forget even something like this, she’s not going to come scold me in a dream at midnight, is she... But it doesn’t matter, I’m soon to ascend the Qiankun, haven’t dreamt for a long time."

After saying this, her expression shifted from anxiety to relief.

Miss Lu: "..."

Miss Lu was speechless and then covered her face.

Her sister really always fails to act proper.

She did not take Zhu Pingniang’s words in jest seriously, but Wen Li and Yun Qian listened... Yun Qian does not think Zhu Pingniang needs to worry about someone coming in a dream, because there is no Underworld in this world, so there are no dreams-come-true, only daydreaming is dreamt at night.

Otherwise, why does she never dream of her husband when she’s alone?

Because only when he is alive does he truly appear in Yun Qian’s dreams.

As for such daydreaming... it does not work for Yun Qian, because only the real him appearing in dreams is her husband, anything else... even if she imagined it, is an illusion that Yun Qian would not even bother to look at.

"Time..." Wen Li mused.

Time, indeed, is a mysterious thing. She has never had a deep understanding of it.

"Don’t bother thinking about time, it’s still too early." Zhu Pingniang saw Wen Li was pondering and reminded her, "It’s not a good thing."

"Not a good...?" Wen Li was stunned.

Only to hear Zhu Pingniang pointing to her own face.

"Look at me, can’t you see?"

Zhu Pingniang wiggled her slender fingers, "You probably know what I used to be like, right? Then look at me now, I’m undoubtedly a bad woman who trades on her looks, the kind standing on street corners..."

Zhu Pingniang’s eyes were bright, and she was beaming with a smile.

"Isn’t this version of me proof enough... that time is fearsome?"

Wen Li: "..."

"Ms. Zhu, you are being indiscreet and blaming it on time." Miss Lu sighed.

"What does that have to do with you?"

Listening to Zhu Pingniang’s playful words, Wen Li stood silently beside.

Even though she already knew that Zhu Tongjun, Senior Zhu, was no longer the snowy plum on the peak, seeing her fall so far, Wen Li vaguely realized the ’cruelty’ and ’ruthlessness’ of time.

Her master once said that Zhu Tongjun was even more reticent and aloof than she, was a proud and elegant Nine Heavens Immortal, someone who would make anyone feel ashamed just catching a glimpse, and even more so... an unshakeable glimmer in countless hearts.

Anyway, when her master brought up the fact that many in the current cultivation realm still fancy Zhu Pingniang, there was a mischievous smile on his face... That smile made Wen Li roughly guess her master must know who still admires Zhu Pingniang.

Wen Li had speculated about who it could be at that time, most likely... the Sect Leader of Profound Sword Bureau.

Sikong Lixu.

The father of Sikong Jing, whom Senior Zhu had just mentioned.

Wen Li would not usually remember such things, but just as Zhu Pingniang had reminded her of such a person a moment ago, she recalled it.

As for why she knew it was the Sect Leader of Profound Sword Bureau her master was referring to, it was simply because her master had experienced ’emotion’, and thus had a deep dislike for all men in the world, with only the Sect Leader of Profound Sword Bureau, due to the camaraderie of past comrades, still having amicable conversations...

So, the only man her master would mention in a teasing tone could only be this one.

Wen Li watched Zhu Pingniang for a while, thinking about one thing.

Does Senior Zhu know that the Sect Leader of Profound Sword Bureau... likes her?

Forget it.

It has nothing to do with her anyway, recalling Xu Chang’an will eventually interact with the Profound Sword Bureau is the reason Wen Li contemplated the organization now, as for Zhu Pingniang’s romantic history, she really was not that interested.

It was strange.

It seemed everyone in the world knew Sikong Lixu admired Zhu Tongjun the most.

Li Zhibai knew.

Wen Li’s master knew.

Miss Lu also has an uncanny accurate sixth sense.

Even Sikong Jing... repeatedly witnessing the helpless glances of the couple, likely had guessed something.

Yet the person involved knew nothing.

However, joking aside, Wen Li admitted time is terrifying, since it was indeed the passage of time that transformed Zhu Tongjun into Zhu Pingniang, otherwise if time stood still, she would remain in her prime forever.

Suddenly, Wen Li paused. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

If Senior Zhu was once truly the Nine Heavens Immortal...

And her master always said she resembled her...

Afterwards, will she also become like this?

Wen Li’s eyelashes fluttered gently twice.

Miss Wen would not aimlessly let her thoughts wander, but contemplating Zhu Pingniang’s changes made her think about such things involuntarily.

Zhu Pingniang’s path has nearly reached its end, everything about Zhu Pingniang possesses the value of reflection to her... So long after, would she become like Zhu Pingniang as well?

Wen Li gazed at the beautiful long dress on her body.

The courtesan had replaced it, and it fits perfectly.

She then looked at Ah Qing backstage, panting and drenched in fragrance after concluding the performance, thinking the sword dance was novel and beautifully done.

The girls of Flower Moon Building are Zhu Pingniang’s daughters, thus her junior sisters.

Therefore, being a courtesan perhaps is not a bad thing...

Wen Li is an earnest and serious person, so after careful consideration, she felt that if she genuinely wished to become a courtesan, she must first entrust her ’Senior’ identity to someone else.

Otherwise, how could the Senior of Muyu Peak also be a courtesan?

That would not be Muyu Peak anymore, but more like Hehuan Sect.

A candidate to entrust?

Junior Sister Yun?

Wen Li shook her head.

Yun Qian still needs someone to care for her, certainly no... so Yun Qian can’t be the Senior of Muyu Peak.

Her junior brother, on the other hand, is a good choice, considerate and meticulous, but unfortunately, he is a man.

Thinking to this point, Wen Li paused, then gently rubbed her temples.

’I’ve drifted off...’

She now considers these trivial, completely meaningless thoughts, it seems she’s increasingly resembling a woman with scattered thoughts.

Looking up, Wen Li met Yun Qian’s gentle gaze.

As for who could be suitable as Muyu Peak’s Senior, if junior brother had a daughter, perhaps she would fit the role.

With such a gentle mother, surely the daughter would be raised to be very responsible.

Wen Li’s lips curled into a smile.

She doesn’t dislike this version of herself with complex thoughts at all.