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Chapter 981 Secret
Tide and Laurel
When Xiyao first stepped onto Laurel Mountain, the seawater on her skirt was dripping down the stone steps. She is the goddess of tides, and has lived in the Crystal Palace deep in the East China Sea since her birth. Today, she was ordered to fetch dew from the laurel tree to brew nectar for the Emperor of Heaven's longevity banquet. But just as she reached the mountainside, the cloud steps under her feet suddenly filled with water vapor. When she staggered and was about to fall, she was held steadily by a jade flute with the fragrance of osmanthus. "Are all gods from the East China Sea so reckless?" The man's voice was like jade immersed in a mountain stream, clear and slightly cool. Xiyao looked up and saw a god sitting on the highest branch of the laurel tree - wearing a black wide-sleeved fairy skirt, her black hair tied with a silver crown, a jade flute twirling on her fingertips, and a few golden osmanthus flowers on the tassels of her clothes. She recognized him, he was the Yuechen God who guarded Laurel Mountain. It is written in the ancient gods' list that he has been guarding this laurel tree since the beginning of chaos, and has never left the foot of the mountain for thousands of years. "I dare not trouble the God to help." Xiyao knelt down to salute, and the sea water dripped from the ends of her hair and gathered into a small stream on the bluestone slab. Yuechen jumped down from the tree, and the jade flute turned a circle in his palm: "How could the power of the goddess of tide be tripped by the cloud steps?" He flicked his fingertips, and the streams suddenly rose into the air, condensed into a string of pearls, and fell on her temples, "This way, the clothes will not be wet." Xiyao touched the pearls on her temples, which were cool and salty. She turned around and wanted to pick dewdrops, but he stopped her - the leaves of the laurel tree suddenly closed, hiding the crystal dewdrops in the veins. "This tree blooms once every three thousand years and bears fruit once every three thousand years. The dewdrops need to be prayed sincerely before they fall." Yuechen leaned against the tree trunk, pressed the jade flute lightly against his lips, and played a very light tune. As the flute sounded, the closed leaves slowly opened again, and the dewdrops rolled in the moonlight, like a handful of broken stars. She walked under the tree on the path he paved with osmanthus petals. As soon as her fingertips touched the leaves, the dewdrops slid into the jade bottle along her fingertips. Yue Chen's flute sound suddenly stopped. When she turned around, she saw him staring at the silver chain on her wrist - it was strung with the thinnest pearls from the East China Sea, and a shell was hanging at the end of the chain, which was a gift from the first wave of tide when she was born. "This shell has a spirit." He suddenly said, "It contains all the tides you have seen." Xiyao subconsciously clenched the silver chain. This is a relic left to her by her mother, and no one has ever been able to see the secrets in the shell. When she was about to leave after taking the dewdrops, Yue Chen handed her a brocade bag: "It contains osmanthus honey, which will not melt when it comes into contact with water." He looked at the water stains on her skirt that had not yet dried, "Next time, don't wear a shark silk skirt directly to the mountain, or the mountain wind will blow away your spiritual power." That night when she returned to the Crystal Palace, Xiyao opened the brocade bag, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus honey immediately filled the palace. She scooped a spoonful of it and mixed it into the tea. When she tasted it, she suddenly remembered the tassels on Yuechen's clothes - it turned out that the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance on the God came from here. Three days later, at the longevity banquet, Xiyao saw Yuechen again. He sat at the end of the immortals, and the jade cup in front of him did not contain nectar, but only a few bay leaves. He casually placed the glass cup given by the Emperor of Heaven on the table, but took a closer look at the sweet-scented osmanthus honey dew she presented to him. "This honey dew is clear and has the spiritual energy of Yuegui Mountain." The Emperor of Heaven stroked his beard, "Yuechen, did you brew it yourself?" Yuechen was about to stand up and answer, but Xiyao stood up first: "I used the bay dew and the spring water of the East China Sea to mix it. I troubled the God of Yuechen to teach me the technique." She didn't want him to be noticed by the Emperor of Heaven for this little thing - if the ancient gods were summoned frequently, it was often not a good sign. Yuechen's eyes fell on the pearls on her temples, and those pearls condensed from sea water had not yet dissipated. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said nothing more. After the banquet, Xiyao met him at the sea of clouds at the South Gate of Heaven. He was teasing a lost spirit deer with a jade flute. When he saw her coming, he pointed the tail of the flute to the depths of the sea of clouds: "You can see the tide of the East China Sea from there." Xiyao looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, she saw the silver waves surging on the sea thousands of miles away. She suddenly remembered what her mother said, that the ancient gods all had the ability to see through the heavens and the earth. Yuechen had been guarding Yuegui Mountain for tens of millions of years, and perhaps he had already seen all the scenery in the world. "Why does the God always stay in Yuegui Mountain?" she couldn't help asking. The jade flute turned in a circle and stopped in his palm: "There is something I want to guard in this mountain." He looked at the silver chain on her wrist, "Just like you guard the tide of the East China Sea." After that night, Xiyao always went to Yuegui Mountain in the name of collecting dewdrops. Sometimes in the early morning, she would run into Yuechen meditating under the tree, the morning light falling on his brow through the gaps in the bay leaves, like a layer of gold; sometimes in the evening, he would teach her to play the tune of summoning dewdrops with a jade flute, and his fingertips occasionally touched hers, which was cooler than the spring water in the mountain stream. "Look at this sweet-scented osmanthus." He picked a newly opened sweet-scented osmanthus and placed it in her palm, "It needs to accumulate spiritual power for three thousand years before it is willing to bloom, but it only blooms for one night." Xiyao looked at the golden petals in her palm and suddenly understood why he was guarding this tree - some beauty is too short, and someone has to protect it. The accident happened on the seventh day of the seventh month. That day, the East China Sea suddenly set off a huge wave. When Xiyao rushed back to the Crystal Palace, she found that the Dinghai Shenzhen on the seabed had cracked. She wanted to repair it with her own spiritual power, but was bounced away by a stronger force - the breath of the ancient beast Taotie. "This beast feeds on spiritual power, and Dinghai Shenzhen can't hold on any longer." The turtle prime minister's carapace was shaking, "Only the roots of the laurel tree can temporarily suppress it, but Yuechen God will never..." Before he finished speaking, Xiyao had already stepped on the waves and rushed towards Yuelau Mountain. She knew that the roots of the laurel tree were Yuechen's life spiritual roots. If they were forcibly removed, his cultivation would be greatly damaged. The barrier of Yuelau Mountain was open to her for the first time. Yuechen was standing under the tree, as if he had known she would come. There was some dust on his silver crown and a burn mark on his wide sleeves - I think he had sensed the movement of the East China Sea and had tried to transmit spiritual power remotely. "Give me the roots." Xiyao's voice was shaking, and the sea water flowed down her hair and accumulated into a small puddle at his feet. Yuechen didn't say anything, but raised his hand and pressed it on the trunk of the laurel tree. Golden light spread from his palm, and the thickest root slowly rose from the soil. The root was still covered with moist soil, like a living golden dragon. "When this root leaves my body, I will sleep for a thousand years." He handed the root to her, the temperature of his fingertips was colder than usual, "During these thousand years, the barrier of Laurel Mountain will weaken. If you have time, go and see the flowers bloom for me." When Xiyao turned around holding the root, she heard him playing the tune they had played when they first met on his jade flute. She didn't dare look back, for fear of seeing his pale face as his spiritual power was lost. On the day when the Dinghai Shenzhen was successfully suppressed, the waves of the East China Sea were particularly gentle. Xiyao wrapped the broken end of the root with the most precious mermaid tears from the East China Sea, but the spiritual power from Laurel Mountain was getting weaker and weaker. She knew that Yuechen was about to fall asleep. She stayed outside the barrier of Laurel Mountain, nourishing the tree with the spiritual power of the tide day after day.