However, he had always said that he would have no involvement with women in this life, so even if he allowed them to stay in the valley, he would never teach them anything.
"I never take disciples."
Wu Qing's voice rang out. Mu Qingyao wanted to say something more, but there was nothing before her eyes. The ethereal man, his zither, in the peach forest, a light breeze rustled through the leaves.
Mu Qingyao stubbornly called out to the sky.
"Alright, Wu Qing, I'll see just how heartless you are. If you won't teach us, I'll kneel and die in this peach forest today. The world says you are a bloodthirsty demon, and you probably don't mind your blood staining the peach blossoms, making them even more vibrant?"
She knew he could hear her. After speaking, she said no more, kneeling silently.
Outside the peach forest, Mo You and Mo Chou waited for a whole afternoon without seeing their mistress emerge from the peach grove. They were greatly alarmed and could no longer bother with anything else.
Had their mistress fallen victim to Wu Qing's cruel hand? If anything happened to her, they would not want to live either. The two exchanged a glance, and simultaneously leaped up, falling into the peach grove.
The peach forest was surprisingly quiet, not a sound to be heard.
Mo Chou and Mo You walked deeper into the peach forest and encountered nothing strange. It turned out that Wu Qing had removed the formation and the poisonous smoke.
From afar, the two saw their mistress kneeling rigidly in the peach forest. They were so startled that their faces changed, and they rushed over: "Miss, what's wrong? What happened?"
"I saw him. He won't take us as disciples. I'm gambling, gambling on how heartless he truly is. The world says he's a bloodthirsty demon, but I believe he's actually the purest person in the world. If even he is so heartless, what's wrong with dying to perfume the peach blossoms with my body?"
Qingyao spoke with tragic grandeur, her expression cold.
Mo Chou and Mo You's eyes simultaneously glanced at their mistress's belly. She was already over five months pregnant. Because she ate little and had been through a lot, she had lost weight, but her belly appeared quite large. Since their mistress had a resolve to die, why should they not accompany her?
"Mistress, we'll accompany you. If they are truly so heartless, then your servants will accompany the mistress in dying to bury themselves in the peach blossoms. This is also quite good, at least our souls will have a place to rest. From now on, this peach forest will be my roots, my soul."
Mo Chou spoke with indomitable spirit. Mo You nodded calmly, and the two knelt down in unison.
Night descended, and the dew was thin and cool, wetting the peach blossoms, wetting black hair, wetting clothes. The chill seeped into their skin, a bone-chilling cold.
Qingyao shivered uncontrollably. After kneeling for so long, her stomach began to feel uncomfortable. Cold sweat trickled down her clothes. She unconsciously placed her hand on her belly, gasping and constantly talking to the baby inside.
"Baby, you must hold on with Mommy. Believe in Mommy's intuition. He's definitely not a heartless person. He will teach us. Only by learning peerless martial arts can Mommy no longer be bound."
"Miss, don't speak. Speaking consumes strength."
Mo Chou spoke with concern, looking at her mistress's back. She could clearly see her clothes sticking to her body, yet she still stood proudly. Seeing this, Mo Chou couldn't help but kneel more firmly.
The night grew deeper.
In the elegant bedchamber, a man sat in a wheelchair, his eyes slightly closed. His exquisitely carved face showed no expression.
But if one looked closely, a slight hint could be detected. His long eyelashes fluttered from time to time, betraying his unease. He had lost his usual coldness.
The room was very quiet. Qing Feng stood motionless behind his master.
Tonight, his master seemed somewhat uneasy. This was an unprecedented phenomenon. Even when killing, he had never shown any expression or unease, but now it was somewhat different. Qing Feng's eyes were deep. Was this a good thing or a bad thing?
Just then, the door was pushed open forcefully.
Ming Yue rushed in from outside, his face full of helplessness: "Young Master, they are still kneeling. If this continues, I'm afraid..."
"You're meddling again." Seeing Ming Yue's actions, Qing Feng's eyes flashed with cold ruthlessness. He glared at him. Didn't he see that his master was uneasy? And he was causing trouble here.
"You all leave," a cold voice, devoid of much warmth, sounded.
Qing Feng and Ming Yue said no more. Their master was truly angry. When he was angry, they dared not say anything more. Although Ming Yue was usually rash, when his master was angered, he became much more obedient.
The two withdrew, leaving the room with a chill. Wu Qing suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the moon outside the window, his heart filled with cool thoughts.
Why was she so persistent? Was it truly to learn martial arts? Anger suddenly rose in his heart. Did she know that doing so would harm the child in her belly? What was this child?
Why were there such irresponsible parents in the world? Thinking of this, Wu Qing became enraged. With a lift of his slender, fair hand, many things in the bedchamber were smashed with tinkling sounds.
As dawn broke, Qing Yao could barely hold on. Her body was cold, her teeth chattering. Her hair and clothes were soaked with mist, as if she had just emerged from water.
The three of them had not slept all night, and another person had also not slept. At dawn, he finally couldn't help but appear.
Looking down at her from above, he gritted his teeth and asked coldly, "Why aren't you protecting the child? Don't you know this will harm the child?"
Qing Yao looked up and smiled, her hand unconsciously touching her belly, her gaze full of softness.
"The world will soon be in chaos. I learn martial arts for his peace. Only by being strong myself can I protect him and myself."
"Why are you so sure I will teach you? Doesn't the world say I am a bloodthirsty demon?"
His beautiful eyes held confusion and bewilderment. Since everyone said he was a bloodthirsty demon, why was she not afraid of him and still believed he would teach her martial arts?
"Because I believe my own eyes. You are kind. From the first moment I saw you, I believed you. Only you can help me."
She said, her face glowing, a smile rising to her lips. But after kneeling all night, she could no longer bear it and tilted to the side, falling directly onto his leg.
His serene, immortal-like face suddenly changed, utterly shaken. He had always thought everyone feared him, that he existed like a devil, but unexpectedly, someone said he was kind. It was a very strange feeling.
A pair of slender hands uncontrollably touched her cheek. It was burning hot, startling him. He commanded the two behind her.
"Immediately help her inside."
"Yes, Young Master." Mo Chou and Mo You breathed a sigh of relief. They slowly stood up. Having knelt all night, their hands and feet were numb. After moving them, they recovered and quickly reached out to support their mistress's body.