Chapter 51: Be Good, I Won’t Blame You

The maid in charge of receiving applicants, took them to the designated rest area and briefly introduced the rules and procedures.

When leaving, the maid’s eyes were full of spring, her face was flushed, and she turned her head back frequently.

As a woman, she should’ve gawk at the handsome man with dark blue clothing, but she couldn’t help to stare at the beautiful woman in white, over and over again.

Needless to say, the handsome young man with sword eyebrows has starry eyes, sharp edges and deep facial features, well-proportioned body, also has a very standard righteous swordsman cultivator appearance.

After the man arrived, he took the initiative to wipe the table, offer the girl a seat, and does the job of grinding ink himself. If the maid isn’t staring at the woman, the nice and gentle young man would be the ideal type in every young girl’s dream.

But with such jewels in front of her, the maid who’s receiving applicants, couldn’t completely focus on the young man.

The charming woman in white wears a veil and a simple bun.

Because her face was covered, the maid didn’t even know what the gorgeous woman looked like.

But she has white skin similar to snow, eyebrows like a crescent moon. Especially those exposed eyes, with distinct black and white, even the fluctuation in her eyes were mesmerizing. The woman’s eyelashes are long, thick and curled, which gave her pure and innocent appearance, with three-point alienation, two-point coldness, and a bit of demon-like charm.

Whenever the maid met her eyes, she felt butterflies flapping it’s wings at the depth of her heart, and she felt restless for a long time.

It’s a pity that she still has work to do and can’t enjoy such a beautiful scene at it’s fullness, the maid’s face shows a trace of regret.

“Don’t be so nervous, relax.” Bai Yuming glanced at Mo Shulin, who was scowling at their surroundings with his eyes, carefully filled out his surname with a brush.

It’s a pity that he still can’t use brushes. No matter how hard he tries, he still wrote his surname with crooked characters.

Everyone who came to apply to the game will get a piece of paper with a hundred questions printed on it.

The topics are all about what do you like to eat, how many people in your family, personal interests or basic knowledge.

Participants first fill in the answers according to their real situation, and both of them can exchange answers on the stage by memorizing each other’s information. After entering the stage, 30 questions will be drawn from the number of audience shouting on the spot. The host will read the questions according to the number, and let both men and women answer.

This gameplay is really not difficult, and anyone with a better memory can pass.

However, one person will subconsciously remember one hundred piece information of the other in their mind, and they’ll be affected by those information in the future. Their subconscious will pick up these preferences and information of the other person, even after their ordinary friends change their tastes.

This answering game itself is a public welfare activity aimed at promoting mutual understanding between men and women and increasing the marriage rate.

The venue even provided tables, chairs and benches for men and women to sit together to facilitate the exchanging and reciting answers, allowing men and women to analyze themselves, discussing on how to memorize these hundred pieces of personal information into each other’s mind.

“I can’t help but to become nervous. Master, you can see for yourself on how many people are watching you.” Mo Shulin met a certain pair of greedy eyes, immediately glare back.

The man noticed Mo Shulin’s fierce gaze, felt that he couldn’t beat Mo Shulin, so he slightly narrowed his eyes.

“But being nervous will speed up your digestion, and our time is short. If you’re using your strength, it’ll become even shorter.” Bai Yuming said in a vague manner.

Mo Shulin was still annoyed, but after hearing Bai Yuming’s words, he could only force himself to focus on the situation at hand.

This person, Bai Yuming, avoids all the serious demon-slaughtering and magic ability, but was very proficient in these messy spells.

Just now, Bai Yuming changed his clothes, and used three, four, five, until six spells without repetition.

Also pretending to be on a retreat in an ancient tomb. It is said that there are only two of them left in the tomb. Bai Yuming is still the master, while Mo Shulin is his young disciple. He still uses Yuexue peak as their background, even if he didn’t change much, it’s very well-founded and convincing reason.

Mo Shulin’s body is only a ten year old boy, so naturally he can’t use ordinary illusions.

But what Mo Shulin didn’t expect was that Bai Yuming actually took out all kinds of strange herbs.

Among them is an inch of white plant called special poisonous weed. Eating an inch of this plant can make people grow older. After this herb is eaten into the stomach, mortals will quickly age and die, the gods also can’t differentiate the difference of death between eating this plant and death from old age.

It was Mo Shulin who ate this kind of herbal medicine, and with specially controlled proportion of this plant by Bai Yuming, the effect gave him an accurate age to grow until he has the appearance of a 23 years old young man. Then after that, he could take some other herbs later to relieve the effect.

There are even more ways to cover up his cultivation base, all artifacts, weapons, spirit grass and techniques are available.

At that time, Mo Shulin couldn’t help asking Bai Yuming why he was so proficient in disguise.

Bai Yuming gave an answer that he couldn’t understand: “It’s not that I wanted to become proficient, it’s just because the force of survival.”

Mo Shulin: “…”

He has more reason to suspect that the Yuede Elder has been replaced by a rabbit.

Another man cast a blatant gaze at Bai Yuming, almost walked directly to him so the man can introduce himself. The woman next to him didn’t care, she kept glancing at Bai Yuming, and even cast her winks at Bai Yuming.

Mo Shulin saw the winking eyes and immediately held his sword hilt in his palm: “…”

“Don’t just stand there doing nothing, come and help me write.” Bai Yuming was really worried that Mo Shulin would become outraged driven by his impulse.

He pushed the brush and paper in front of Mo Shulin, distracting his attention.

Mo Shulin saw the crooked “Bai” on the paper, glanced at his immortal and alluring master, obediently picked up the brush.

Humph! He may can’t hide his master’s strengths, but only him that knew his master’s shortcomings.

He’s the most special one around his master.

Others can only stare.

Mo Shulin does his best and decisively wrote red in the color his master liked, imagining he’s the only person who knows his master the best in the world, and no one can take away his master from him.

“I like green.” Bai Yuming reminded in a low voice.

“Impossible.” Mo Shulin subconsciously retorted, but remembering that this is a topic of preference, he couldn’t help to ask, “Didn’t master say to fill the question with truth?”

This way, he can answer the question in the shortest time without having to memorize it.

“It’s true. I really like green more.” Bai Yuming’s face was serious. “Is it weird that rabbits like green?”

Every time he sees green, he’s full of appetite, can’t help but to take a big bite.

Mo Shulin thought about it carefully and realized it made sense, so he could only cross out his previous answer and fill in the word green.

Seeing there was a question about the color of clothes his master like, Mo Shulin couldn’t help asking: “Then what color clothes does master like?”

This time it’s red, right?

“White or black.” Bai Yuming gave an answer that Mo Shulin never thought of. “I like plain clothes.”

Mo Shulin almost broke the brush in his hand, he asked in disbelief: “Then why does master wears red everyday?”

“…” How should Bai Yuming explain that the previous Bai Yuming liked red, so all of the clothes in his collection were red.

And he’s not the same Bai Yuming in the story, he also doesn’t want to OOC. That’s why he uses the same things the previous Bai Yuming uses, without changing a single bit.

Bai Yuming can only rub his nose, spoke his nonsense with solemn attitude, “I only buy new clothes for New Years, and they’re all red. I also didn’t have much money before… that’s why there’s only red clothing.”

“No. I think you have many different shades of red.” Mo Shulin didn’t know what he was arguing about.

But as long as he thought that he didn’t know Bai Yuming just as much as he imagined, Mo Shulin will felt a sense of crisis of losing his status.

“That’s not different shades of red, it became different shade because the color faded and dyed.” Bai Yuming said with a helpless tone, “Actually, the five clothes I usually wear are all from the same batch.”

Mo Shulin: “…”

It’s no wonder that except for the different shades of color, the embroidery work are similar. Mo Shulin thought that Bai Yuming was so devoted and only search for the same embroiderer. But now, it seems the same batch of clothes were bought from the same embroiderer.

“Master’s zodiac?” Mo Shulin asked. This question cannot be guessed.

“Mine is rabbit.” Bai Yuming answered, a little embarrassed to point at his surname, “There is one more character after my surname “Bai” here.”

His surname was Baiyu.

Mo Shulin couldn’t believe the truth in Bai Yuming’s mouth now, “Master, they all call you Elder…” Bai.

He stopped himself uttering the last word because of the people around, so Mo Shulin didn’t say anything.

“Madam’s surname is Baiyu, how did you think I get the surname Bai then?” Bai Yuming thought many people knew this simple logic.

His former master was called Baiyu Fengyue, so the Baiyu in his name naturally followed Mrs. Baiyu’s surname.

“But…” Mo Shulin felt he had caught a faint premonition, but he wasn’t able to figure it out for a while.

“This question is a bit complicated. You might understand it when you grow up.” Bai Yuming points at the surname question, “Write it down.”

Mo Shulin: “…”

What growing up, it doesn’t interest him anymore.

Those who hate demon cultivators, who thought they’re righteous and decent, certainly don’t want Bai Yuming to feel arrogant if he has the same surname as Mrs. Baiyu. That’s why Bai Yuming was deprived of his own real surname.

Ye Qingling didn’t seem to know the real situation, and Shangguan Zhuqing doesn’t necessarily know the detail.

But some things are a bit complicated, as Bai Yuming said.

Compared with those big families with intertwined roots, Bai Yuming’s solitude is really low-key. With Bai Yuming’s cultivation base, he no longer needs to rely on other families, but also needs to cut off all cause and effect, break the shackles, and reach the top of the Cultivator Continent.

Everyone understand on how to choose their eternal life and surname. Bai Yuming wanted others to call him Elder Bai, obviously because he didn’t care about this name.

He doesn’t know this information before he wrote it, and felt surprised after he did.

Mo Shulin realized that the Bai Yuming he knew was an illusion, and the more he wrote, the more he felt about recognizing the real Bai Yuming.

During this period of communication, Mo Shulin felt the information he got was indeed more realistic.

It’s not that he can’t accept it, but it made Mo Shulin has a huge self-doubt and couldn’t believe his ability to judge.

After finally writing a hundred answers, Mo Shulin was about to collapse.

“Hey, I won’t blame you.” Bai Yuming comforted.

It was his fault that he didn’t dare to OOC at the first place.

That’s why Bai Yuming had the courage to fill in the questions according to his true character preferences. The bigger the gap, the less he’ll immerse himself with the role of Yuede Elder.

Mo Shulin was shocked. While holding another blank form, he couldn’t help but ask: “Doesn’t Master know how to predict the constellation at night? I want to know how much master understand me.”

Bai Yuming: “…”

The child clearly hopes to find some psychological balance from him.

Unfortunately, Mo Shulin was destined to be disappointed.

“I can’t say that I know you very well, but I know the basic information.” Bai Yuming sorted out his veil and coughed lightly.

After all, he’s an important supporting role, naturally he has some impression of Mo Shulin’s setting.

Mo Shulin stares at the paper in his hand, saw the questions on the paper were filled with basic information. So he knew his master in his own way, but he doesn’t actually know his master’s basic information?

He became even more frustrated.

“Your surname is Mo, you’re the second child, and you have an older brother.” Bai Yuming’s first sentence was interrupted by Mo Shulin.

“Impossible, my parents only have one child.” Mo Shulin frowned. It’s just that his voice isn’t firm enough, with a tinge of panic, his mind inexplicably produces many ideas.

“In a sense, your parents indeed only have you as their living child.” Bai Yuming didn’t deny it.

Mo Shulin will never joke around when it comes to his parents and family.

He grabbed Bai Yuming’s hand, desperately hoping to get the truth from Bai Yuming’s mouth.

“Have you ever thought, why are you still alive?” Bai Yuming’s voice was gentle, “So many people, so many incidents, even when they hide themselves, they still can’t escape. You’re the only one left.”

In the whole Feiyun Valley, no matter how faithful a servant is, it’s still impossible not to secure their own children first. The Demon Smiling Whitehead creates calamity more than once, but after so many hells on earth, only Mo Shulin survived.

The author’s setting is one of the reason, but on the other, there’s also an unreasonable logic, though it still counts as an absolute reason.

“Soul lamps.” Mo Shulin said an answer without thinking it through.

The Demon Smiling Whitehead’s soul lamps are very disastrous, even Smiling Whitehead can’t have full control it by himself.

But according to Bai Yuming’s statement, the reason why he was able to survive wasn’t due to artifacts or luck. It was his brother, who wasn’t even alive and has a bit of consciousness to let him go?

But this reason is more unbelievable than luck.

Bai Yuming didn’t say much, and continued with the previous topic.

“Your zodiac is snake, you like black, you like stuffed sweet-scented osmanthus, like to think in calm manner, hate noisy situations, hate strong aromas, hate concentrated drinks.”

“You love eating meat, any meat is fine as long as it’s delicious. You enjoy the feeling of eating meat with big bites because it’s particularly relaxing.”

“What you are best at isn’t swords nor your fist. It’s a weapon such as a whip that can bind and restrict the enemy’s movement. But you thought a whip is too troublesome, so you’ll adjust it over and over again.”

…

Listening to Bai Yuming’s word one by one, Mo Shulin was extremely stunned.

If he were really a ten-year-old child, he would sneer at these words, thinking that Bai Yuming was talking nonsense, thinking that he would be different when he grows up.

But he’s not a real ten-year-old kid.

Mo Shulin clearly knows his strengths and weaknesses, understands his own personality, and could forsee what he’ll become in the future. Because of this, Mo Shulin became even more aware of Bai Yuming’s terrifying ability.

So, Bai Yuming knew that he would become a demon cultivator in the future, right?