Chapter 152: Am I Really a Snake?

"Whoosh—"

Luo Zijun darted out of the flower bushes and leaped onto a large tree in front.

At this moment, his entire soul felt warm and comfortable.

Just as he was preparing to jump down from the tree and continue running, he suddenly saw a familiar figure crouching on the courtyard wall ahead.

That white cat.

"Very good, tonight you shall be this meow's punching bag!"

Luo Zijun immediately jumped down from the tree, a black shadow flashed, and he ran toward that courtyard wall.

"Whoosh!"

He jumped onto the courtyard wall as fast as lightning.

He had assumed the white cat would immediately run away or bare its fangs and claws in a defensive stance, but who would have thought it would still be crouching there foolishly, opening its large eyes to look at him curiously, its expression appearing somewhat bewildered.

Playing dumb, are you?

Luo Zijun rushed up and delivered a slap, with a "slap" sound, it went straight to the side of its head, causing it to tumble off the courtyard wall.

After it landed, it finally reacted, immediately raising its head and letting out an angry cry.

"Swish!"

Luo Zijun jumped down and rushed up to give it another slap.

Then he let out a provocative cry at it.

"Meow—"

The white cat was slapped a second time and actually turned around and ran.

Luo Zijun would not let it go; he immediately chased after it, and with a "slap," he swiped a paw onto its rear, knocking it over onto the ground again.

The white cat scrambled up and continued to flee.

Luo Zijun suddenly jumped, mounted its back, and waving both paws, he gave its head another round of swatting.

The white cat hurriedly buried its head in the flower bushes, not daring to resist.

"Could it be that it was scared stiff by me that night?"

Luo Zijun was somewhat puzzled; he hit it for a while longer, but seeing it cowering its head without any reaction, he suddenly felt bored and had no choice but to get off its back.

If it didn't resist, then there was no point.

It was clearly such a haughty and fierce white cat before; he never expected that after being tormented by him a few times, it would suddenly become so timid as a mouse.

Forget it, better to go climb trees and jump walls.

Luo Zijun ignored it, walked forward a few steps, leaped up, jumped onto the courtyard wall, and then disappeared on the other side of the wall.

The white cat remained with its head lowered, lying in the flower bushes.

After another while, it finally raised its head slowly, looked around, then stood up and hurriedly left.

Returning to Luoxue Residence.

A phantom image flew out from the white cat's body, stumbling through the window and into the room.

Inside the bed curtains.

A stunningly beautiful young girl wearing a snow-white dress slowly opened her eyes...

"Whoosh—"

In a certain courtyard of the Bai Mansion, a black cat was playing with a mouse.

Not until the eastern horizon began to turn white did Luo Zijun's soul finally return to his body, exhausted; as soon as he lay down, he immediately fell into a tired sleep.

He slept this sleep until noon.

When he got up, finished washing, and was eating the lunch Ziyuan had brought back, Fenfen suddenly knocked on the door outside and said: "Luo Zijun, come out for a moment, I have something to tell you."

Luo Zijun put down his bowl and chopsticks, walked over, opened the door, and said: "What is it?"

Fenfen glanced at Xiaohuan and Ziyuan in the courtyard, leaned close to him, and whispered: "Wait a while and go to Bai Hua Hu to wait; my young lady wants to see you."

After speaking, without waiting for him to ask, she turned and left.

Luo Zijun's expression stirred, and he secretly guessed in his heart why that Bai Daxiaojie would suddenly take the initiative to see him.

After finishing his meal.

He told Xiaohuan and Ziyuan, then went out.

Along the way, he encountered guards and servants of the mansion, all of whom greeted him very respectfully.

Arriving at Baihuayuan and seeing no one around, he crossed the flower path and came to the lakeshore where a small boat was tied.

Just as he was looking at the pavilion in the middle of the lake and thinking about things, a covered boat suddenly sailed out from the lotus bushes behind the pavilion and slowly sailed toward him.

Fenfen was wearing a pink dress, standing prettily at the bow of the boat, holding a bamboo pole, and waved at him.

Bai Bai, wearing a white dress, stood at the stern; upon seeing him, she hurriedly waved her little hand at him happily.

At this moment, Luo Zijun suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to buy her a sugar figurine again.

Now, his image of being honest and keeping his word was completely gone.

When the covered boat arrived nearby, Bai Bai hurriedly called out joyfully: "Brother Zijun, did you buy a sugar figurine for Bai Bai?"

"I bought it."

Luo Zijun said without blushing: "But I forgot to bring it when I just came; you can go to my place tonight to get it."

Upon hearing this, Bai Bai's face was immediately filled with disappointment.

Fenfen snorted and said: "He definitely didn't buy it, he's lying again."

Luo Zijun ignored her, jumped onto the small boat, and asked: "What does the young lady want with me?"

Fenfen poled the boat away from the shore and snorted: "How would I know."

Bai Bai blinked her eyes and said: "Bai Bai doesn't know either."

Luo Zijun walked over and rubbed her head, looked at the flower petals filling the boat cabin, and asked, "Did you two sweep these up?"

Bai Bai nodded: "We are preparing to scatter all these petals into the water."

As she spoke, she went over, scooped up a handful of petals, and threw them into the water.

The petals fluttered and scattered, falling onto the lake surface, floating and sinking, swaying and drifting amidst the rippling green waves.

Fenfen also entered the boat cabin and began scattering flower petals.

After scattering a few handfuls, she prepared to go pole the boat again, but suddenly looked toward the stern and said: "Luo Zijun, you come pole the boat."

Seeing the flower petals dancing and falling onto the sparkling water surface, which was truly beautiful, Luo Zijun did not bicker with her; he went over, picked up the bamboo pole, and silently poled the boat.

He suddenly thought of that Lin Guniang from the Jia Mansion.

Daiyu burying flowers.

That Lin Guniang was also afraid of flower petals falling to the ground and being trampled by people, so she swept the petals together, gathered them up, and prepared to scatter them into the water, letting them flow with the current.

However, in the end, they were still buried in a flower mound.

Amidst the falling blossoms of spring, Lin Daiyu carried a flower hoe on her shoulder, with a flower bag hanging from the hoe, and held a flower broom in her hand...

With that beautiful scene in his mind, Luo Zijun looked at the two young girls scattering flowers at the stern and thought to himself: How could someone who feels pity for falling flowers be a bad person?

The small boat soon arrived in front of the pavilion.

Fenfen came out of the boat cabin and said: "Luo Zijun, go up yourself; the young lady is waiting for you on the top floor. However, you are not allowed to be rude to my young lady; Qingqing's sword can kill people."

Luo Zijun went ashore and entered the pavilion.

When he arrived at the top floor, he found Qingqing holding her sword, waiting for him at the top of the stairs. Seeing him come up, she immediately turned around and walked toward the corridor, still with a face as cold as frost.

As a result, after walking only a few steps, there was a sudden "thwack" sound, and she fell flat on the ground in a spread-eagled position.

She immediately scrambled up from the ground, continued to hold her arms across her chest with the sword tucked inside, and continued walking forward with a face as cold as frost.

Luo Zijun: "..."

Soon, they arrived at the room entrance.

The door was open. Qingqing turned around, looked at him with cold eyes, and finally spoke: "Go in yourself."

Luo Zijun stepped forward and knocked on the door.

From inside the room came Bai Daxiaojie's calm and pleasant voice: "Come in."

Only then did Luo Zijun walk into the room and look inside.

Bai Daxiaojie was wearing a snow-white dress, still standing by the outer railing. In the afternoon sun, her skin was dazzlingly white, and her temperament was stunningly beautiful.

A lake breeze swept past, and one could see her black hair flying and her white dress fluttering, like a fairy in the clouds.

Although she wore a veil on her face, covering her exquisite features, just this beautiful silhouette and fairy-like temperament were enough to make one feel amazed and breathless.

Luo Zijun walked forward and cupped his hands in a salute: "Greetings, Daxiaojie."

Bai Meixue was bathed in the afternoon sun, with her back to him, her gaze seemingly fixed on the lotus cluster outside. She remained silent for a while before saying: "I had a dream last night."

Luo Zijun's heart stirred; he raised his head to look at her: "What dream did Daxiaojie have?"

Bai Meixue said softly: "I dreamed of a White Snake, and... a person."

!

Luo Zijun's expression shifted, and he asked: "What kind of person?"

Bai Meixue seemed to recall for a moment and said: "That person was very blurry, I couldn't see clearly... He was sitting beside that White Snake, gently stroking it... The White Snake was very docile, lying there, motionless..."

Luo Zijun looked at her beautiful silhouette and said: "Is there more?"

Bai Meixue was silent for a moment and said: "No more."

Luo Zijun did not speak again.

Clearly, the young girl before him seemed to be recalling bits and pieces of the past.

This scene was unexpectedly so familiar.

Was he not also recalling past events bit by bit now?

So, both of them had once lost their memories.

The young girl slowly turned around, her eyes as dark as the night sky looking at him serenely, and she said softly: "Am I... really a snake?"

Luo Zijun pondered for a moment and said: "Perhaps in a past life, but as for now, you are naturally a human."

The young girl was stunned for a moment and asked: "Then, will I turn into a snake again?"

Luo Zijun said: "That shouldn't happen; after all, you are already a human now. How could a human turn into a snake?"

The young girl said softly: "But I used to dream often that I had turned into a snake."

Luo Zijun said: "Perhaps you were recalling things from your past life."

The young girl looked at him quietly and said softly: "What about you? Have you recalled things from your past life?"

Luo Zijun shook his head and explained: "In my past life, I should have been a human too, reincarnated naturally, so my memories disappeared completely. As for you, it might be because of your cultivation that you chose to reincarnate, which is why you still have memories."

The young girl looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly said: "You are really good at making things up; I almost believed you."

Luo Zijun: "..."

The room fell into a brief silence.

The young girl by the railing withdrew her gaze, turned back around to look outside, her hair slightly raised, her sleeves fluttering, and she did not speak again.

Luo Zijun said: "If Daxiaojie has no other matters, then I shall take my leave."

He had to hurry back to cultivate.

This young girl's memory was clearly gradually recovering.

He did not know what her attitude toward him would be once she had fully recovered her memory.

For the sake of safety, he had to quickly cultivate to the Fen Shen Realm.

"Come here."

Who would have thought that at this moment, the young girl before the railing would suddenly turn around and speak.

Luo Zijun was stunned for a moment, looked at her again, then walked over, stopped in front of her, and said, "Does Bai Daxiaojie have anything else?"

Bai Meixue stared at him quietly for a while, then suddenly extended a small foot and stepped on his left foot.

Luo Zijun: "???"

The white embroidered shoe, appearing and disappearing beneath the snow-white skirt hem, stepped on his foot, applied a light force, and then pulled away.

The young girl said softly, "Liar."

Luo Zijun was somewhat bewildered.

Did this young girl still suspect that those words of his were lies to her, so she just stepped on him lightly with her foot as a punishment?

Neither of them spoke again.

After another quiet moment, Luo Zijun cupped his hands to take his leave.

After exiting the door, he lowered his head to look at the shoe that had just been stepped on, suddenly feeling somewhat baffled.

The personality of this Bai Daxiaojie seemed a bit... dull.

Qingqing was holding her sword, standing in the corridor, looking at him coldly.

Luo Zijun walked up to her and also looked at her coldly.

The two stood face to face, their gazes meeting, staring at each other coldly for a long time, until Luo Zijun could not hold on any longer, rubbed his eyes, and said, "You win."

After saying this, he went downstairs and left.

It was truly baffling, wasting his cultivation time.

After exiting the pavilion, Fenfen and Bai Bai were no longer there; they had likely gone to play in the lotus cluster behind.

He jumped onto a small boat himself, picked up the bamboo pole, and poled the boat away.

Returning to Junzi Residence, he continued his cultivation.

The remaining energy of that demon core within his body was being refined continuously, filling his Dantian Sea, and then flowing toward his limbs and bones.

Soon it was evening.

The Medicine Bath was finished.

After he finished dinner, he returned to his room, first practiced the Art of Disguise for an hour, and then took out that book, "Sao Po Cang Qiong," and began to read it earnestly.

Every page was drawn with pictures, and the pictures clearly marked the human body's acupoints.

A pale yellow line meandered upward along the meridians, separated, then gathered together again, and then suddenly went straight downward, all gathering at the tailbone, and finally erupting downward.

"No wonder it's called 'Sao Po Cang Qiong' (Stench-Breaking the Firmament); all the power actually erupts from behind..."

The more Luo Zijun read, the more he felt this cultivation technique was somewhat shameful.

However, its speed and method of escape were indeed worth practicing.

For other martial artists to want to practice this technique was simply impossible, unless they possessed that demon core, only then could they release that burst of weasel stench.

Since he had this opportunity, he naturally would not waste it.

He read earnestly for a while longer.

He closed his eyes and began to urge the Internal Energy in his Dantian Sea, following the meridians remembered in his mind, and began to slowly move upward.

The weasel demon power within that demon core had already been one-third refined by him and had merged with his Internal Energy, so at this time, his Internal Energy was already different from before and could easily crawl along that meridian.

It went along smoothly without obstruction, arrived at the chest cavity, and then went straight downward.

After repeating this three times, that power finally arrived at the tailbone, accumulated for a moment, and then surged downward violently!

"Pfft—"

He suddenly let out a fart.

He turned his head and bent his waist to smell it, immediately feeling a pungent, foul stench rush toward his nose.

"Ugh—"

He almost vomited.

He hurriedly opened the window to let this foul stench fly out.

Then, he returned to his original position and continued his cultivation.

(End of this chapter)