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The blatant provocation fell into Zhuge Liang's eyes, and he noticed the darkness in her gaze, nearly transparent. Just as he was about to step forward in anger, the girl let out a cold sigh. "I've warned you so many times, yet you insist on teasing me. Don't blame me for being ugly and frightening!"
As she spoke, she raised her arm and lifted the veil from her head. "This wilderness is quiet; no matter how much you torment me, I could scream my throat raw, and no one would come to save me! Come on, young master! Do you prefer Guanyin sitting on a lotus or..."
Looking at the man who had just been leering at her, his expression suddenly turned bizarre. Trembling lips, he suddenly clutched his head and screamed, "A ghost!"
Without looking back, he dashed into the forest, muttering to himself, "So Mountain Spirits and Monsters really do exist! Help! Help!"
As he spoke, he occasionally glanced back, terrified that someone might be chasing him.
However, in his haste, he ran too fast and collided head-on with a tree. With a loud thud that startled several nightingales from the branches above, he fell to the ground with a thump and fainted, leaving the surroundings eerily quiet.
The girl seemed accustomed to such situations. As she turned around, a carefree smile lingered on her face until she met a pair of bright black eyes.
Before her stood a youth clad in white, as pure as snow—handsome and graceful; while she was yellow-haired with dark skin, flat-nosed and bulging-eyed—her appearance was quite ugly.
Zhuge Liang's expression became somewhat peculiar. Her voice was sweet, but unfortunately marred by her looks; yet it did not frighten him.
On the contrary, he found her eyes lively and intelligent, as if they were familiar from a past life.
"You aren't afraid of me?" The girl seemed genuinely surprised, staring at the boy who looked as if he had descended from the heavens.
"If you were truly a Mountain Spirit or Monster, you would either transform into something beautiful and enchanting to seduce me or be more grotesque and terrifying. Someone like you, though somewhat ugly, still has well-proportioned features—clearly human. If you're human, then what is there to fear?" He said this with a sudden laugh.
In the cool moonlight of the deep mountain woods, his smile made Huang Yueying suspect that he might be the legendary mountain spirit, transformed into human form to lure her soul.
Huang Yueying stood frozen in place. In that moment, the rustling of leaves behind him accompanied the pounding of her heart, and a clear white light, like a blooming night flower, slowly floated before her eyes, as if she were in a dream.
In this world, how could there be such a righteous ghost?
"Are my features well-proportioned?" Huang Yueying finally regained her composure. "Your words seem rather subtle. Ever since I was young, I've been told I’m ugly; even my father named me A Chou. So if you bluntly say my looks are hideous, I might actually be more accustomed to it!"
"It is indeed inappropriate for a young lady to wander alone in the mountains at such a late hour. What if you lose your way..." He was about to persuade her to descend the mountain when he saw her pull out a small magnet from the cloth bag slung over her shoulder.
The magnet had several shiny iron needles stuck to it. The middle of one needle was suspended by a thread tied to a nearby low branch. He watched as the needle spun in the air a few times before gradually coming to a stop, with its tip pointing south and its tail pointing north.
"There is a flow of celestial energy in the southern part of this mountain that lingers endlessly. Only under this moonlit night can one discern it. Who knows, it might lead to a powerful magical artifact!"
After remembering the direction, Huang Yueying removed the needle and thread but noticed that the man behind her was still smiling at her. Feeling somewhat pleased with herself, she said, "This method of using a suspended needle to find north and south is not something everyone understands. Would you like to learn?"
"If you say you want to learn, would you teach me?" Zhuge Liang asked with a smile.
"Seeing that you seem honest and are so well-proportioned and handsome in this desolate wilderness, if you truly got lost and were lured away by some seductive spirit who drained your essence, it would be an unwarranted misfortune on my part. So teaching you wouldn’t be a problem!"
She beckoned Zhuge Liang to come closer but was suddenly enveloped by a faint scent of bamboo emanating from him. Her mind became slightly disordered, and her sweet voice unexpectedly faltered.
Under the moonlight, Zhuge Liang carefully observed her features once more but caught sight of his own focused gaze reflected in her suddenly turned eyes.
Just like in the past, in Tianji Mansion, Tianji Shenjun was meticulously explaining the method of the Suspended Needle.
Sunlight filtered through the mottled leaves, casting patches of light and shadow on the ground.
The Little Fox Immortal, who was just beginning to awaken her feelings yet remained unaware, hid behind a stone pillar. Occasionally, she peeked out, her gaze shyly darting towards the handsome Shenjun. Each time their eyes met, her heart raced like a little rabbit, and her cheeks inevitably flushed with a faint rosy hue.
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