The sunlight penetrates through the light purple window screen and shines on the incense burner. It seems that there is smoke coming out faintly. The air is filled with a light fragrance, like orchid and musk, which penetrates directly into people's heart and spleen.
There is a bed in the back, but it is not a common rectangular shape, but an oval shape. The material should be green bamboo. The bed side is carved with oval petals one after another, with complicated layers...
Wu Jiuzi was stunned for a moment. The bed actually looked like a lotus seat...
The bedding on the bed is neat and it looks very warm.
Wu Jiuzi sat on the bed for a while, stroking the complicated petals with her fingers, and felt a strange feeling in her heart.
This bed—not to mention its novel appearance, seems to have seen some time. The petals seemed to have been rubbed countless times, making them smooth and shiny.
Looking up at the incense burner again, judging from the color, it seems to be very old.
Did someone live here before?
He shook his head again. I heard that the Jiuhua Sect has been established for thousands of years, with new and old members coming and going. There must have been ancestors of Jiuhua Sect disciples living here.
This bed and this incense burner may have been used by them.
There was nothing to deal with in this side hall. Wu Jiuzi opened the closet in the corner and was stunned again.
There are already several sets of dresses in the wardrobe, one each in light purple, goose yellow, pink, and light green, with exquisite workmanship and elegant styles.
Is this - prepared for her?
Wu Jiuzi took out a set and compared the size. It was just right! It was like it was tailor-made for her!
No matter how dull Wu Jiuzi is, he still feels something unusual!
If the first encounter in the hot spring was a coincidence, then the rescue sword on the mountain road was not a coincidence! The high priest seemed to be making a trap, a trap to lure her in to become his apprentice...
She turned around and ran out.
The decoration in the main hall can only be described in one word: low-key luxury!
Everything is white, white pearl curtains, white coral bonsai, white strips, white jade beds, white window screens...
As soon as Wu Jiuzi entered the door, she felt as if she had fallen into a snow cave, and there was no other color in her eyes except white.
Is this the house where the high priest lives? He must be so white-loving! Living in such a snow cave-like house is not afraid of getting snow blindness?
Fengjian Liuxiang was not in the palace, and Wu Jiuzi walked around the palace without seeing his shadow.
Strange, he asked her to come here to find him, but he was nowhere to be seen! Where did he go?
Wu Jiuzi held back countless questions in her heart and wanted to ask him. Naturally she was determined not to find him. She turned around and ran out again.
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Wu Jiuzi searched all the buildings on Piaomiao Peak, but could not find the mysterious high priest Fengjian.
Did he go down to the peak? It was really lonely on this peak. There was no one except her.
As she ran up and down, she could only hear the soft sound of her own footsteps...
After running this circle, Wu Jiuzi realized how vast the Piaomiao Peak is, covering a thousand hectares. Even the Forbidden City is not half as big...
Isn't it too prudent for him to live in such a big place alone?
Although the emperor is also a loner, he has three palaces, six courtyards, seventy-two concubines, and countless palace maids and eunuchs, so naturally he will not feel empty.
But he was the only one here, not even a person waiting on him, like a lonely ghost...
However, this place was big enough, and she didn't want to have more contact with him. Even if she lived with him on this Misty Peak, it would be easy to avoid him.