Chapter 295: Xinzhan lacked foresight, Xinshu lacked ease (second update, requesting monthly votes at the start of the month)
On Bright Governance Mountain, before Carefree Cave.
Beside a small pool, three pine trees stood in a triangular formation, with two bamboo rocking chairs beneath them.
In one of the rocking chairs lay a girl with her hair tied in a round Daoist topknot. She gazed up at the sky, her lovely emerald eyes looking somewhat blank. Her hands looked carved from jade, their slender fingers like intertwining orchid stems as she unconsciously twisted her Daoist robe.
Xinshu's heart was tangled like hemp.
Senior Brother had found her an aunt?
She actually still had an aunt alive?
And her uncle by marriage was some Yellow Sea Dragon Lord?
Xinshu, who had barely exercised her mind in decades, felt as though her head had turned to paste.
She had almost forgotten her origins.
What Xinshu had been doing all these years was, in fact, forgetting her origins.
She did not want to remember the wounds covering her father, nor the way he had entrusted her to Daoist Jingsong before turning back with absolute resolve. She did not even want to remember her mother, whose face had long since blurred in her memory.
She knew she was cowardly, but every time she remembered, her heart ached as though it were being clenched. It hurt far more than shedding her skin. Xinshu feared pain, so she did not want to think about it anymore.
She would rather think of herself as a Daoist novice of Three Pure Ones Mountain. Her name was not Gu Qin; it was Xinshu. She had met Senior Brother by chance, then come to Bright Governance Mountain and met her master, cultivating peacefully and without a care amid bamboo groves