#229 - I don't like peach blossoms

The words "I'm sorry" seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, but Little Xu didn't know why Wei Changtian was apologizing to her.

After all, in a world where men are superior to women and men can legally and reasonably have three wives and four concubines, Xu Qingwan probably wouldn't truly understand the meaning behind this apology, which was based on the values of his previous life.

Wei Changtian didn't intend to explain either. After a moment of silence, he continued:

"However, I do have important matters to attend to this time. Just stay at home and wait for me to come back, okay?"

"Okay."

Xu Qingwan nodded weakly, and just as she was about to continue eating, she suddenly heard Wei Changtian continue:

"By the way, that question you asked me yesterday morning..."

"Ah?"

Xu Qingwan was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what he meant.

She had asked Wei Changtian if he liked Youjia, but Zhang San had interrupted him before he could answer.

"If... if you don't want to say, then don't say it..."

Little Xu waved her hand and whispered, "In short, no matter what you do, I won't make things difficult for you..."

"Really?"

Wei Changtian paused, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head.

"I'm not interested in her."

"..."

Xu Qingwan looked over blankly, as if she wanted to ask something.

However, Wei Changtian had already turned his head at this time, picked up his rice bowl, and continued eating.

"Eat quickly."

But since he was alone today, there was no need to go to the extra trouble.

"Da, da, da..."

The slight and rhythmic footsteps gradually rose from low to high, and the black figure quickly passed more than two hundred steps, surpassing the highest recorded record of the Heavenly Net Sect.

Of course, except for Wei Changtian himself, who had completed three hundred steps.

His feet didn't stop, and in the blink of an eye, he climbed dozens of steps again.

Looking up at the lights faintly appearing on the top of the mountain, Wei Changtian suddenly felt that there were many absurd things in this world.

He could complete the Road to Heaven because he was not restricted by it at all. Not to mention three hundred steps, even three thousand steps would be a piece of cake.

But in reality, he didn't have the amazing talent of others at all.

In other words, he was just a "cheater" who was outside the rules, a noob wearing a boosted "King's account".

But neither Qin Zhengqiu, nor the elders and protectors of the Heavenly Net Sect, had ever suspected his unprecedented "talent".

Everyone was just puzzled as to why he had such talent, but no one suspected whether this talent was real or fake.

It was as if this cold "Road to Heaven" composed of three hundred black stones was an unquestionable and unquestionable truth.

Wei Changtian didn't think that a god had really told the founding ancestor of the Heavenly Net Sect—that the Road to Heaven could definitely measure everyone's talent.

So where did this certainty come from?

Or rather, why do people firmly believe in some things?

For example, "the earth is flat", for example, "the heliocentric theory", for example, "science".

For example, Youjia, who knew that Ning Yongnian was using her, but still firmly believed that "he had no choice".

Wei Changtian didn't know if he could win over Youjia tonight.

But he knew that if he wanted to succeed, he had to completely destroy Youjia's almost deeply rooted "obsession".

"Da!"

Stepping onto the last step of the Road to Heaven, the mountain wind remained the same.

"Miss You."

When Wei Changtian reached the top of Mount Jiuding and walked into Youjia's residence, the expression on his face had returned to normal.

"Young Master Wei."

Youjia smiled lightly, stepped aside, and let Wei Changtian into the room: "I thought you wouldn't come today."

"Haha, since I promised you, how could I go back on my word?"

Wei Changtian answered seemingly casually, but in reality, he was already planting nails in Youjia's heart.

However, the latter didn't seem to notice, and just responded softly: "Well, I hope it didn't delay your business."

"No, what business could I have?"

Wei Changtian chuckled, walked to the table and sat down first, pouring a cup of tea for himself and Youjia.

The reason for doing this was of course to test whether Youjia had put any medicine in the teapot.

"Miss You, I came to look for you a few days ago, but you happened to be away at the time..."

Turning his head to look at the few peach blossoms inserted in the vase, Wei Changtian asked with a smile:

"You must be bored staying in the Heavenly Net Sect all day. Coincidentally, the situation in Shuzhou has stabilized recently, so I was thinking of taking you down the mountain to see the peach blossoms. I wonder if you would like to go?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Young Master, but..."

Youjia sat down opposite Wei Changtian, paused for a moment, and said: "But I have disliked peach blossoms since I was a child."

"Uh..."

Wei Changtian didn't care about this statement in his heart, but he looked apologetic on his face.

"Is that so? I was being presumptuous. I'll throw these few out right away."

With that, he got up to throw the flowers away.

But just as he was about to take the few peach blossoms out of the vase, Youjia suddenly called out softly from behind:

"Young Master Wei, let them wither on their own."

"..."

Wei Changtian's pupils shrank slightly, and he turned back to look at Youjia with a smile.

"Okay, anyway, flowers are not like people. Letting them bloom is only a matter of a dozen days."

"But Miss You, you cherish flowers so much, it doesn't seem like the style of someone from the Suspended Mirror Division."

"..."

Youjia seemed to be stunned for a moment when she heard this, and after pursing her lips lightly, she changed the subject in a low voice.

"Young Master, I invited you here today because there are some things I want to talk to you about."

"Well, coincidentally, I also have something I want to talk to you about."

Wei Changtian returned to the table and sat down, nodding slightly: "Miss You, you go first."

"Okay."

Youjia didn't decline. After a moment of silence, she suddenly looked up at him quite sincerely and said slowly:

"Young Master Wei, you saved me at the Spring Dragon Poetry Conference, but I didn't even tell you what relationship I had with those evil monks from the Buddhist Lotus Temple..."

"It's not that I intentionally concealed anything, it's just that it involves some of my secrets..."

"However, after spending these days with you, Young Master, I know that you are sincere to me, so I am willing to tell you the truth..."

"Young Master Wei, if you are willing to listen... I can tell you all my secrets."

"..."