“Of course I’m interested in him.” Song Shuhang sat down and gently placed Ye Si on one end of the boat. Then, he pointed at himself, and said, “Due to Slow-Witted Song, I was beaten up a few times for no reason.”
Pavilion Master Chu: “…”
She could understand why some people had beaten Song Shuhang up by mistake.
The first time she saw Song Shuhang, she also mistook him for Slow-Witted Song, even if their appearances and realms were completely different. Only after taking a better look did she determine that the two were different people.
Such being the case, if Song Shuhang were to meet one of those old fogies, it was pretty normal that they would mistake him for Slow-Witted Song and give him a good beating.
“Pavilion Master Chu, do you happen to have a picture of Slow-Witted Song?” Song Shuhang wasn’t ready to give up yet.
Pavilion Master Chu said, “Are you implying that I’ve got pictures of Slow-Witted Song that I secretly watch every day?”
“…” Song Shuhang continued, “I just want to see the appearance of this Slow-Witted Song. I want to know why people keep mistaking me for him.”
However, after getting beaten up once, he’d even gotten a bamboo leaf that could save his life.
Pavilion Master Chu yawned, looking very tired. “I don’t have any picture, but if you give me paper and pen, I can draw you a portrait. I’ve got great confidence in my drawing skills.”
“Thank you, Pavilion Master Chu.” Song Shuhang immediately took out a sheet of paper and a pen from his spatial bracelet.
Pavilion Master Chu grabbed the pen, thought for a while, and quickly started to draw on the sheet of paper.
The pen moved very quickly, and her imposing manner while drawing was incredible-exactly what you’d expect from a Tribulation Transcender!
“Done.” Pavilion Master Chu gave the sheet of paper to Song Shuhang.
Then, just as though she’d exhausted all her strength, she gently lay down and didn’t get up again.
Song Shuhang took the picture.
The style of the painting was truly beautiful, and it made one’s heart ache.
It was like looking at black and white pictures of great characters in school textbooks.
Whether it was the first emperor of Qin, He Zhizhang, King Wen of Zhou, or Zhuge Liang, they all had very similar facial features in the drawings. Except for their clothing being different, their faces and postures were all the same. Even if one didn’t have problems recognizing faces, they wouldn’t recognize any of them as long as their clothes were swapped.
Song Shuhang gazed at the portrait of the man, who was wearing a scholarly robe… If one swapped his clothes with that of the first emperor of Qin and added some beard, no one would be able to tell the difference.
At this time, he really got the urge to throw the sheet of paper away.
He took a deep breath, and again asked, “Pavilion Master, can you draw the picture in your mind with a magical technique?”
“I’m too tired. I don’t want to,” Pavilion Master Chu said.
Song Shuhang: “…”
He felt that Pavilion Master Chu and Soft Feather’s senior brother, Liu Jianyi, were really similar. According to what Soft Feather had told him, her senior brother was lazy even when it came to breathing.
Anyway, it was better to leave this matter related to Slow-Witted Song for another time.
Other than Slow-Witted Song, he was also interested in some matters related to the ancient Heavenly City. But, after remembering the bad relationship between the Heavenly City and the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion, he decided not to ask.
What would he do if Pavilion Master Chu got angry and kicked him into space?
“Are you finished asking?” Pavilion Master Chu’s voice got lower and lower.
Song Shuhang nodded. “Yes, I’ve already asked what I wanted. Pavilion Master Chu, you can send me back.”
But just as he finished speaking, he got a feeling
Senior Turtle was transmitting him a message from the Inner World.
(The Ice Soul Pill has been refined,] Senior Turtle said.
“Senior Chu, the Ice Soul Pill has been refined. Can we go to where Li Yinzhu is?” Song Shuhang lifted his head and said.
Senior Turtle was truly good when it came to refining pills. He’d finished in just 24 hours. Song Shuhang didn’t think that it’d be done this quickly.
At the same time, he remembered another matter. Senior Turtle should also be acquainted with Slow-Witted Song. Maybe he could ask him instead.
Pavilion Master Chu: “Zzzzz-“
She’d already fallen asleep. She’d been really quick!
What to do now? Should he wake her up?
However, when he thought of waking Pavilion Master Chu up, Song Shuhang recalled the painful events of the past.
The last time he came to the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion, Pavilion Master Chu was also sleeping. When he got into her room, the defensive formation activated and hung him up, making it seem as though he was doing splits.
Therefore, he was worried that the defensive formation might activate if he tried to wake her up, putting him into that same posture again.
In the end, he decided not to get close to her.
“Pavilion Master Chu, wake up! We need to go to the Time City!” Song Shuhang shouted.
Pavilion Master Chu: “Zzzzzz~”
Song Shuhang shouted for a long time, but Pavilion Master Chu didn’t reply. She was fast asleep.
“Damn.” Song Shuhang sighed. It seemed he could only head to the Time City by himself.
He more or less remembered how to enter the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion, but could he reach the Time City without Pavilion Master Chu’s assistance?
As he was in deep thought, the lake started to boil.
Then, an umbrella emerged from the water.
A figure followed immediately after. The figure wore a blue robe and short black hair.
After getting out of the lake, the figure stretched out its hand and grabbed the umbrella.
Water slashed everywhere.
The blue-robed man steadily fell on the water’s surface.
He first gazed at the fast asleep Pavilion Master Chu. “Oh, I actually emerged here. Pavilion Master Chu, hi!”
After seeing that Pavilion Master Chu didn’t reply, the blue-robed man smiled. “Pavilion Master is sleeping again.”
Then, he gazed at Song Shuhang. “Little friend, you… ah? Senior Tyrannical Song, you are also here!”
Song Shuhang said, “Hi, Fellow Daoist. But, who are you?”
“Junior’s name is Feng… Feng? Feng… damn, I forgot my daoist name,” the blue-robed man said with a smile.
Song Shuhang was dumbfounded. “What?”
“My memory isn’t too good, and I keep forgetting my daoist name. Senior Tyrannical Song, wait a moment.” Then, he took out a small notebook and quickly flipped the pages.
After a short time, he happily said, “Found it. My daoist name is ‘Daoist Umbrella’… eh? There is another sentence here—shiet, this isn’t my daoist name, either.”
Song Shuhang: “…”
“So, Daoist Umbrella isn’t actually my daoist name. That’s a relief. This daoist name was really underwhelming, and I would have been pretty dejected if it really had been my daoist name.” The blue-robed man laughed.
Then, he turned to look at the fast asleep Pavilion Master Chu. Afterward, he looked again at Song Shuhang. “Eh? Fellow Daoist, you… ah? It’s Senior Tyrannical Song! Junior pays his respect to Senior Tyrannical Song!”
Song Shuhang was dumbfounded.
What the hell is happening?
“Junior’s name is Feng… Feng? Senior Tyrannical Song, wait a moment. My memory isn’t too good, and I keep forgetting my daoist name. Let me look it up.” Then, he started to flip through his notebook again.
“Found it. Junior’s daoist name is ‘Daoist Umbrella’… damn, this isn’t my daoist name. Umh…” The man with the umbrella raised his head. “Forgive me, Senior Tyrannical Song, but it’s possible that this isn’t junior’s daoist name. Unfortunately, I’m unable to recall it for the time being. Senior Tyrannical Song, if you don’t mind, you can just call me Daoist Umbrella!”
Song Shuhang had more or less understood what was going on.
When the guy turned around, he forgot the whole conversation that he’d had with him.
However, that was already beyond having a bad memory. More like his memory was already rotten to the core. Song Shuhang wondered if this Daoist Umbrella was a goldfish that had become a spirit.
How could he even practice with such bad memory? Could he remember those complex cultivation techniques?
“Hello, Fellow Daoist Umbrella. Why did you come to the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion?” Song Shuhang asked.
From the looks of it, he didn’t seem someone created through Pavilion Master Chu’s illusory reality. Was he a cultivator that entered the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion by mistake?
Moreover, he seemed to know Pavilion Master Chu.
“Why I came to the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion? Let me think… right! Senior Tyrannical Song, I’ve always been in the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion. I’m a part of it. Although my memory is bad, I can still remember some important things,” Daoist Umbrella said.
Part of the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion… in other words, he’s also someone created through Pavilion Master Chu’s illusory reality.
After thinking of this, Song Shuhang felt a bit sad. No matter how hard Pavilion Master Chu tried, an illusory reality was still an illusion.
“Senior Tyrannical Song, do you need help with something?” Daoist Umbrella asked.
Song Shuhang said, “I wanted Pavilion Master Chu to bring me to the Time City.”
“The Time City? Ooooh, I know that place! I can bring you there, Senior Tyrannical Song,” Daoist Umbrella said with a smile.
Song Shuhang paused. “Is that really okay?”
“Don’t worry. Although my memory is bad, I can clearly remember important matters like cultivation techniques and the like. Even if I don’t remember the name or characteristics of my cultivation technique, I perfectly remember how to use it!” Daoist Umbrella said happily.
“In that case, I’ll have to trouble you, Fellow Daoist,” Song Shuhang said.
Daoist Umbrella patted his chest. “Leave it to me.”
Then, he stepped on the water as if he was stepping on the ground, heading toward the shore.
Song Shuhang picked up Ye Si and also headed towards the shore. He took a step and black lotuses appeared beneath his feet as he followed after Daoist Umbrella.
10 minutes later, Song Shuhang regretted believing Daoist Umbrella.
Daoist Umbrella lost his way, and he even forgot Song Shuhang’s existence as if that wasn’t enough.
“Eh? What’s this place?” Daoist Umbrella brought Song Shuhang to the plaza of a palace in the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion and looked all around.
Then, he looked at Song Shuhang. “Fellow Daoist, you look familiar. Eh? It’s you, Senior Tyrannical Song! What’s up?”
Song Shuhang was really desperate.
“Fellow Daoist, how can we reach the Time City?” Song Shuhang went straight to the point and didn’t let Daoist Umbrella pull out his notebook.
“The Time City? I know that place. I can still remember important things well,” Daoist Umbrella said happily.
However, immediately after, he suddenly paused. “Damn. Although I know how to reach the Time City, I don’t know where I am right now. I forgot about it.”
Did Pavilion Master Chu create this person through her illusory reality to troll me…?
