Alam Mandala
Xue Ni's
Day after day passed, Huang Shu continued to train and practice, even though his heart was filled with worry. His worry sometimes caused his training to decline and he was occasionally advised by elder Shui Liu.
He only received the warning, but returned to making mistakes and mistakes.
Jiu Jiu who saw her master wanted to continue comforting, that everything was fine. But all his efforts were in vain.
Elder Shui Liu who sensed that something was bothering Huang Shu called him to meet with his guidance elder.
He was finally summoned by his personal teacher in a room.
“What makes you like this?” asked the elder while looking at the wall calmly.
His tone was very high in concern and curiosity.
Huang Shu sat down on the second platform. He looked down, making his long hair cover part of his face. He was no more like a scolded little boy right now.
Huang Shu clenched her two hands that were on top of her green dress, and raised her face with concern, “Teacher can't do anything, nor can I say it. Why do I have to say such a secret thing to you, teacher?”
Huang Shu's tone was filled with sorrow and suffering.
The elder was silent for a moment. Then said calmly, “does this have nothing to do with that trash?”
“Of course not. Trash is trash, what am I worried about, but it's just.” Huang Shu's words were cut off.
“What's all?”
Huang Shu lowered his head and shook his head. “I can't say.”
The elder turned around and looked at Huang Shu with great seriousness.
The room became silent for a moment.
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The music of water falling from the top of the cliff is like the sound of natural music that is calm and melodious.
Under the waterfall there is a deep puddle and very clear. The water is bright blue. The trees stood around it, some roots dangling down to touch the water. There were some bright black stones adorning its edges.
Among the rows of trees, a hysterical flower tree grew on top of the rock with the roots gripping the large rock below.
There was a graceful figure cross-legged while sculpting the sword-shaped wood on his lap.
He was sculpting a beautiful inscription that read, ‘likeness in spring.’
He blew his carving, then took some more chisels and began to do his job again.
“senior brother, can this trash be useful for you?”
Not far from there, on a rock, a woman dressed in colorful han fu sat down. On his lap was a painting camp, he was painting the waterfall. He did not look when he asked, and continued to do his duty.
The woman was very beautiful this afternoon. Her red, green, blue and yellow color dress spread beautifully on the stone. His long, glittering black hair touched the stone beneath him.
“He is not trash, but a jewel filled with rust.”
“senior brother, it is the same as useless trash. The young man could not cultivate, and both his legs and hands were useless. What did senior expect from such a trashy item? In this world there are many people who will queue up if seniors want to recruit disciples.”
“Do you want to bet?”
“What is it?” the woman who painted stopped and looked at the woman who was under the hysteria tree.
“If my disciple, can win the battle competition in the blue star empire, will the sky painting sect be willing to give Sheng Shu to my disciples, and at that time, they should get married, do you dare?”
The painter lady fell silent.
“You say, if he is trash, then why don't you bet with trash?” the woman calmly kept doing her job.
“well, our sect will accept it, but if the senior disciple loses, then we want you to stay in our sect and teach there.”
“We agree.”
But before the painting touched the floor, it suddenly stopped.
The woman holding the chisel looked at the painting she had made.
It was a painting of a half body crying woman and her tears becoming a waterfall in a very beautiful sight.
Her hair became black trees enveloping the periphery, and her right hand became beautiful tree branches.
“Truly reliable painter.”
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Bing jiazhi sat on his wheelchair staring at the night sky. The same expression as usual appeared on his face.
“drink this.” The purple-clothed woman appeared and handed a potion to him. She was none other than that woman with the painter woman. Her hair was cut short, but it was beautiful to see.
Bing jiazhi did not accept it, but he said, “If I die, all this suffering will cease to exist.”
“I'm trash, why did you help me?”
“I have not helped you, but the heavens have helped you.”
“Why is a trash like me in please? Who am I, why do people call me by the name of Bing jiazhi? Who is he?”
“you'll find out later. All your memories will return in the next 10 days. Quickly take this medicine.”
Bing jiazhi received and drank it. “Was I drinking this again able to see? Is it with him that I can get back on my feet?”
“you'll find out later.”
The woman then left from there.
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The following days the woman continued to give the potion to Bing jiazhi. However, not every time Bing jiazhi would receive the potion, so sometimes the woman forced open her mouth and poured it forcefully.
The first thing Bing jiazhi felt he was starting to see again, and was overjoyed at his achievement. He also never expected the scenery he always saw in the morning and in the afternoon was very beautiful.
Although he could not walk yet, he was very grateful to finally be able to look back, thus making him able to walk around without Xue Ni the woman who treated him.
Every morning he would enjoy the beautiful view of the waterfall, and Xue Ni always visited to give the potion and left without saying a word.
This time in the afternoon Xue Ni came back with a cup containing medicine that she was very unhappy with.
The woman had a cold face and an unfriendly tone, but her cold and sharp face, as well as her bright yellow hair were very elegant to look at. Especially if he now wears a yellow dress that is very compatible with him, making it look more beautiful.
Xue Ni thrust a cup filled with liquid at Bing jiazhi without looking at him.
Bing jiazhi accepted it and then drank it.
“I helped you not without reason.” Suddenly Xue Ni spoke yet her gaze stared straight at the waterfall pool.
Xue Ni didn't need to hear if Bing jiazhi answered or not, she continued, “I want you to win a fighting tournament in the center of the blue star imperial capital, which is held two years into the future.”
There was a long pause filled with the waterfall's germic just before Xue Ni continued. “I don't care whether you accept it or not, whether you feel unwilling or not. All I want you to do is.”
“I'm just trash, how did you bis–” suddenly Bing jiazhi was speechless and fixated after one grain of daileo flowers became very sharp needles very close to her neck.
“You respond quickly too. Call me your teacher, and worship me, then with that, you will not be trash anymore!” Xue Ni as she said those last words turned to look at Bing jiazhi.
Bing jiazhi was fixated on seeing and feeling the aura coming out from Xue Ni's body. The aura it emits is both intimidating and deadly.
“What are you waiting for, quickly prostrate and worship me!”
“My legs can't be moved. Do you have the heart to make me prostrate with my feet like this?” Bing jiazhi propped up calmly.
“tomorrow come to the usual place I sit.” Xue Ni left Bing jiazhi.