mtl008 Chapter 81 Cloud River and Wild Goose Boat
Chapter 81 Cloud River and Wild Goose Boat
"Does this look like it?" Feng Yu asked, holding up the manuscript.
Shen Yao looked at it and said, "No, her belly isn't that round."
Feng Yu waved her hand and stroked the drawing. The stone doll's belly disappeared from the drawing, and Feng Yu started drawing it again.
Shen Yao leaned closer to look: "These eyes are wrong, and the feet aren't shaped like this either."
Erxiu spent two hours in the carving studio revising the draft, but he was still not satisfied.
Shen Yao made a firm decision and grabbed Feng Yu's left hand.
Feng Yu's right hand trembled, and the pen drew a long line on the drawing.
He pursed his lips and looked at Shen Xianzi, his Adam's apple bobbing again and again.
The fairy's red lips parted and closed: "I'll take you somewhere."
Feng Yu: "Okay."
Shen Yao pulled Feng Yu back to the bedroom and took off her handbag, putting it on the bed.
Feng Yu instinctively felt her blood rush to her head, her breathing becoming rapid: 'This...this fifth brother didn't teach me...'
Her slender, jade-like fingers grasped Feng Yu's clothes at the chest and gently pulled...
In the blink of an eye, Erxiu entered the Originium Space.
Feng Yu was shocked. What kind of spatial magic treasure was this? Living things could even enter it!
Everywhere you look, there are perfect stones!
Feng Yu pointed to the salted fish floating in the bubbles, seemingly cultivating: "Fairy Shen, she, she, her, your sister..."
"Shh, keep your voice down." Shen Yao gave him a reproachful look, then pulled him aside to introduce them one by one: "My sister is cultivating, and the one next to her is Little Stone Treasure. I want you to draw it."
She then pulled him a little further to the center: "That big one is a Water Spirit Beast, Cloud Cliff Black Hoof Beast, and the one standing upright next to it is a Gold Spirit Beast, Purple Cloud Golden Beetle."
Feng Yu's worldview was greatly shaken. What water spirit beasts, what metal spirit beasts, and even stone dolls that could cultivate...
A space filled with Perfection Stones, and a sister-in-law cultivating inside a bubble...
Feng Yu had a bellyful of questions, but after opening her mouth several times, she couldn't utter a single word.
Shen Yao pulled him to sit down by the coffee table, picked up the warm teapot from the fire spirit stone stove beside the coffee table, and brewed him a cup of tea to calm his nerves.
"I know you have many questions, and I will explain them to you when the time is right."
Feng Yu paused for a moment before asking the question he, as a craftsman, most wanted to ask: "Fairy Shen, what kind of spatial treasure is this? How can it house living things?"
Shen Yao: "This is not a spiritual treasure."
Feng Yu asked curiously, "If it's not a spiritual treasure, then what is it?"
Shen Yao: "Yes... um... I guess you could call it a reward from Heaven."
'A reward from Heaven!' Feng Yu knew that every many years, Heaven would bestow a blessing that could expand or even elevate a cultivator's spiritual root.
I've never heard of anyone bestowing physical gifts.
The blessings bestowed upon Shen Xianzi by heaven are all so special.
Feng Yu gripped the teacup tightly with her well-defined fingers. After a long pause, she looked at Shen Yao with hopeful eyes: "Fairy Shen...where...where do you come from?"
Shen Yao: "I come from beyond the heavens."
Feng Yu asked with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, "Then... are you going back?"
Shen Yao looked at him with gentle eyes and a soft voice soothed his panic: "Don't worry, I won't leave. I will stay here for a very long time, for a lifetime."
A lifetime sounds like a long time, and Feng Yu silently calculated her own lifespan.
He is 723 years old this year, and his destiny is 5,700 years. If nothing unexpected happens, he still has 4,977 years to live.
Fairy Shen possessed a seventh-grade, fourth-level spiritual root. Feng Yu felt a pang of pain in her heart: "Fairy Shen, how old are you this year? What grade is your spiritual root?"
Shen Yao: "I am twenty-five years old this year, and I have a superior spiritual root."
A seventh-grade superior quality, destined for nine hundred years. Feng Yu secretly decided that for the next eight hundred and seventy-five years, no matter where Fairy Shen went, he would follow her.
“Fairy Shen, my nickname is Yunhe.” Feng Yu boldly extended his long, fair hand and grasped Shen Yao’s small hand.
The soft touch was in his palm, and he couldn't help but gently caress it: "Immortal Lord, you travel through the Misty Mountains, where there are many Cloud Rivers. You must remember my nickname, Cloud River."
Shen Yao's heartstrings twitched slightly. The nicknames of immortals are extremely important. They are all bestowed by parents or teachers and are usually only used by elders and future partners.
Feng Yu is about to pledge his life to her!
Shen Yao did not pull her hand away, and replied softly, "Yes, I'll remember."
Feng Yu's face lit up with joy, and he gripped her hand even tighter: "Then what is your nickname?"
“Ah, this…” Shen Yao looked embarrassed: “I don’t have the character ‘小’ (xiao).
Feng Yu thought she was unwilling to tell him her secret and was hurt, so she slowly let go of his hand.
Shen Yao grasped his hand in return: "I really don't have the title 'Xiao' (小). I'm too young, I haven't taken it yet. I'll ask my father to take it for me when we go out today, and I'll tell you after that."
Feng Yu felt a little relieved: "Okay, Yunhe will wait for you."
“But…” Shen Yao looked into Feng Yu’s eyes, her eyes narrowing slightly, feigning a threat: “You can’t tell anyone about what’s going on here, otherwise…”
Feng Yu chuckled: "Don't worry, Yunhe's life is yours."
Shen Yao felt incredibly sweet inside.
I've never been flirted with like this in two out of three lifetimes.
He was a male immortal who perfectly matched her aesthetic sense, was the apple of her eye, and whose personality she also admired.
After a long period of ambiguity, the second revision finally remembered the important matter: painting the stone treasure.
Feng Yu's title of the top craftsman in Qiwu is well-deserved. Even though the little stone treasure's belly was spinning around while it was cultivating, Feng Yu still managed to finish drawing the stone treasure very quickly.
After finishing drawing the stone treasure, the couple lingered affectionately for a long time before leaving the Source Stone Space.
As soon as Feng Yu stepped out of the space, Huo Die, who was guarding the bedroom, grabbed her and threw her out of the second-floor corridor.
Shen Yao didn't even have time to protect her.
"Dad! What are you doing?!" Shen Yao was both anxious and angry: "You can hit Jiang Ming, why are you hitting him?!"
Hearing Shen Xianzi's angry roar, Feng Yu, who had been thrown out, lay on the ground in the east courtyard, looking at the sky and chuckling foolishly.
The disciples guarding the courtyard sighed in dismay, none of them daring to approach the sage who was grinning foolishly.
Shen Yao and Huo Die were angry all night, and the next day after breakfast, she forced herself to go see her father again.
Huo Die left the door open and was reading a book inside.
Shen Yao walked in hesitantly: "Father."
Huo Die didn't even look at her: "Ha, you still acknowledge me as your father?"
Shen Yao: "You're my only father. Who else would I acknowledge if not you?"
Huo Die was very pleased and glanced at her with his eyes: "Speak, what is it?"
Shen Yao chuckled and leaned closer: "Dad, can you give me a nickname?"
Huo Die put down the book: "Heh, that brat from the Feng family, he told you his nickname?"
Shen Yao forced a big, fake smile: "Mm."
Huo Die: "What's his nickname?"
Shen Yao: "Yunhe said: Immortal Lord travels through the misty mountains, where there are many clouds and rivers, the 'Yun' in 'clouds' and the 'He' in 'river'."
Huo Die: "Heh, then you can call yourself Yanzhou, Yan as in wild goose and Zhou as in light boat."
Shen Yao's ingratiating smile vanished: "So casual?"
Huo Die: "Hmph! What do you mean by 'casual'? You two are a perfect match, aren't you? You've pledged your hearts to each other, like a wild goose on the river. I think you're a good match, ha."
"Thank you, Father." Having received the nickname, Shen Yao ran off happily.
While reading, Huo Die muttered, "Sigh, daughters grow up and leave home, they're gone forever!"