Chapter 47

Listen, what kind of water should it be?

No matter how Ren Yueyuan guessed, he did not expect the quiet woman in front of him to ask such a question. Clearly, his previous discussion with Yang Guo about women had a peculiar impact on the present Cheng Ying.

Women are made of water, this is something everyone acknowledges.

Whether it's men or women themselves.

At that time, although Lu Wushuang only heard the evaluation of the Crimson Spirit Fairy Li Mochou due to her late arrival, the evaluation of Li Mochou alone was enough to pique Lu Wushuang's interest in Yueyuan. Moreover, the two had been together for several days, and Lu Wushuang had come to understand Yueyuan better.

And now, after hearing Yueyuan's comments, Cheng Ying naturally became interested.

"..."

Yueyuan was taken aback at first, then he took a sip of tea and smiled, "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course!"

On the side, the limping girl Lu Wushuang interjected, more eager to know Yueyuan's evaluation than Cheng Ying herself.

Beside her, Cheng Ying smiled, though she said nothing, her eyes spoke volumes.

"Alright then!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Yueyuan had never evaluated someone in front of them before, and this feeling was quite peculiar. Narrowing his eyes, he pondered for a while before slowly saying, "In my view, Miss Cheng should be well water!"

Well water?

Cheng Ying was taken aback, lost in thought.

The limping girl also looked at Yueyuan in surprise, asking, "Why do you say that?"

Lifting her head, Cheng Ying also looked at Yueyuan quietly, wanting to see if he had any corresponding explanation.

"The reason is simple!"

"Just one word can explain it: still and unchanging!"

Meeting the gazes of the two women, Yueyuan extended his index finger and slowly gestured, "In my impression, Miss Cheng gives the strongest impression of being quiet and reserved."

"Reserved and subtle, with a clear and refined demeanor, she has her own persistence!"

"When you come to this well water, you will fall into it, creating ripples on the water, blending with each other. But when you leave the well water, the ripples will gradually subside, no longer trembling, and in the end, only your reflection will remain on the surface of the water."

"The well water remains quietly in place, not chasing after you when you leave. It will only stay quietly in place, watching your back."

"Quietly staying, not competing, that is well water."

To Yueyuan, Cheng Ying was a clear well water, transparent yet stubborn, not giving up on her inner convictions due to others, nor following the crowd. No one knew the turmoil beneath the well water, only seeing its calm surface.

No matter how many people passed by her side or left ripples, she remained herself!

Yueyuan stopped talking about the well water here, not elaborating further, as his words were already enough. Glancing at Cheng Ying, who was slightly dazed, Yueyuan clearly knew his words had exceeded her expectations.

It was like a direct hit!

Almost a fatal blow!

There was one thing Yueyuan didn't say: this water is also quite good for making tea! If one drinks it alone, it is indeed good water!

"..."

After a long while, Cheng Ying's dazed eyes gradually regained their luster. She nodded slightly, her gaze falling on Yueyuan, who was dressed in a golden robe. He was looking down at the tea in his cup, as if he had seen something unexpected.

How impressive!

Cheng Ying's beautiful eyes narrowed, marveling at Yueyuan's response. At the same time, she felt a great sense of caution towards this man, this luxuriously dressed Taoist.

After all, she had only met him once in the inn's hall in the evening, then in Yang Guo's room when he fell from the roof, and now here. At most, it was three times, and at least, it could be considered just once.

But in such a short time, he could see through her and discern her personality traits, which was extremely shocking to Cheng Ying.

In her eyes, Yueyuan was someone with a deep understanding of human nature.

Normally, such people would be white-haired martial arts elders or Zen monks, but Yueyuan... he was not much older than her, just in his twenties.

What puzzled Cheng Ying even more were some of his words, which seemed to point to romantic relationships...

Could it be that he has some expertise in fortune-telling?

At this moment, Cheng Ying couldn't help but think so. Fortune-tellers are usually monks or Taoists, and Yueyuan was a Taoist. If he had some knowledge, it wouldn't be surprising.

If that's the case, then his previous words...

Could it be that I and Brother Yang...

Furrowing her brows, Cheng Ying seemed to have thought of something, her expression becoming somewhat strange.

"Uh..."

On the side, the limping girl Lu Wushuang looked at her expressionless, frowning cousin, then at Yueyuan, who was looking down at his tea. Her eyes twinkled, thinking that her cousin really was a non-competitive yet stubborn person.

Recalling Cheng Ying's behavior since childhood, Lu Wushuang found Yueyuan's assessment quite accurate.

However, the part about "you in me, me in you" and "creating ripples" was a bit confusing to Lu Wushuang, leaving her somewhat bewildered.

"By the way, what kind of water do you think I am?"

After some thought, Lu Wushuang, seeing the somber atmosphere, broke the silence and asked Yueyuan.

"Huh?"

Yueyuan was taken aback, his gaze lingering on Lu Wushuang until she blushed. Then he said, "Let's talk about something more cheerful!"

Eh?!

What do you mean?

Lu Wushuang's blush turned to anger, her eyes wide with fury as she glared at Yueyuan.

Yueyuan paid no attention to the young girl's jealous thoughts. Although Lu Wushuang had been politically savvy on their journey, her temperament was still similar to Guo Fu's. Both had grown up as pampered daughters, spoiled from a young age.

Although Lu Wushuang had suffered a great misfortune, her character had not changed much. She was sharp-tongued and had only a basic level of martial arts, often getting into trouble. If it weren't for her good cousin Cheng Ying cleaning up after her, who knows what the outcome would be.

And Guo Fu?

She was even worse than the limping girl.

Yueyuan had no interest in such girls, so when Lu Wushuang wanted him to evaluate her, he immediately changed the subject.

"Or... I can tell you a story!"

Yueyuan tilted his head, looking at Lu Wushuang in the candlelight.

"No!"

"Let's talk about something more cheerful!"

Hearing Yueyuan's offer to tell a story, Lu Wushuang was immediately frightened and quickly refused, no longer mentioning her evaluation or what kind of water she was.

"..."

On the side, Cheng Ying was puzzled, looking at the two of them.

...

At the same time.

Hundreds of miles to the south.

Xiangyang City.

Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zijing, dusty from their journey from Zhongnan, rode their horses to the city gate.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, looked up at the magnificent city wall before them.

Xiangyang had arrived, and the Heroic Assembly was near.