Chu Ge had been working on his manuscript for two days straight, getting back into his update mode, and then he started thinking about Qiu Wuji again.
A day apart felt like an eternity.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to get into that "overlooking" state while working on his manuscript these past two days. Forget seeing Qiu Wuji, he couldn't even see Yunji Mountain.
Was it because he was writing about other characters these past two days? It shouldn't be a big deal. When he was writing about Chu Tiange, he saw him talking to someone, didn't he?
It's like Duan Yu's Six Meridian Divine Sword—sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. The more he wanted to see Qiu Wuji, the less he could see her.
He tried drinking spiritual tea and carrying the newly acquired pearl, cultivating while writing. He could feel his cultivation improving, his internal injuries slowly healing, and his writing flowing smoothly, but he still couldn't see Qiu Wuji, whom he longed to see.
So annoying.
Chu Ge uploaded the last chapter of the day, sighed, and stood up to stretch his limbs.
Perhaps it's best not to be too hasty. Like cultivation, the more eager you are to achieve results and the more fixated on a goal, the easier it is to go astray.
Turning on his treadmill, Chu Ge ran absentmindedly, thinking that it had been a while since he'd gone to the Black House to train. Today would have been a good day to exercise, but he didn't want to.
It was obvious that the Black House was likely launching a retaliatory operation these past few days. Going there now would be no different than proactively asking, "Hey, need help?" It was better to stay out of it.
Especially since his internal injuries hadn't healed yet. Chu Ge could feel his movements were significantly hampered, and the Golden Bell Shield was far less effective than before. This showed that internal injuries, though seemingly minor, actually had a more severe impact than the knife wound he'd suffered last time. No wonder Qiu Wuji had said the other party was very strong.
Nanjiang actually had such a powerful ability user hidden away. The Black House and Zhang Qiren probably didn't know. Did Lin Wuyang know? Judging from his situation, he should know. Perhaps he could try to find out?
To be honest, although he was injured, Chu Ge didn't harbor any hatred towards this water-type ability user. When a treasure appears, those with the ability will fight for it; such fighting is perfectly understandable, and the other party didn't intentionally want to harm him.
However, the other party might harbor hatred because the treasure was taken… Since he couldn't push away the reef, and the item wasn't his, Chu Ge felt at ease about it. As long as he wasn't targeted, that was fine. He hoped the deep sea was dark and no one could see faces…
In this respect, he and Qiu Wuji were ultimately different. Qiu Wuji was still resentful about not pursuing the enemy in time to eliminate them completely, feeling he had made a mistake. Chu Ge, on the other hand, felt it was better not to pursue; there was no need to kill over something like this. Modern society and the cultivation world are quite different… He just wondered if his naiveté would be proven correct later?
Chu Ge wandered around in various states of mind, finished his run, took a shower, and then sat in front of the computer for a while, typing a thousand words as a draft. He still couldn't find a way to see Qiu Qiu, so he decided to stop writing and go to bed.
Typing is so annoying.
In her dream, Chu Ge stroked Qiu Wuji's head: "You're a mature female protagonist now, you need to learn to type on your own..."
Hmm, this guy has been secretly harboring this lazy thought ever since he started teaching Qiu Wuji to write...
...The world within the book.
Qiu Wuji is indeed typing.
Everyone's time is different. Chu Ge's main text has too many instances of "three days later," sometimes even he himself loses track of how much time has passed. Qiu Wuji had previously thought that the different flow of time could be used to read and write...
So this time, after finishing her own business, she put on her robe and went to the window, holding a delicate little calligraphy brush, to continue writing her autobiography.
Compared to typing on a computer, she prefers writing with a brush on paper, feeling it makes her feel more like a scholar, and gives her a better sense of style.
The moonlight is like water, the lamplight dim. Under the moonlight, by the window, a woman, dressed in her robe, holds a brush, frowning in thought.
If Chu Ge were to cross over and see this beautiful scene, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep.
That was a beauty that words could not fully describe.
Seeing that furrowed brow was heartbreaking.
Qiuqiu was stuck.
Writing an autobiography and making up stories have at least one thing in common: initially, you feel a surge of inspiration, scribbling down a torrent of words, but after writing a lot, you always get stuck at a certain point, unsure how to continue.
Perhaps it's a plot point you don't know how to express, or perhaps you don't know how to connect two plot twists.
The more you know, the easier it is to get stuck. When Qiu Wuji was brimming with confidence, thinking her book would be read worldwide, she never considered how to smoothly transition between plot points. Now that she does, she gets stuck.
She bit her pen, wanting to hit someone.
It's one thing to be unable to continue making up stories, but she can't even write an autobiography with a completely ready-made story! So infuriating!
That damn Chu Ge, why doesn't he come and teach her? Aren't you the Heavenly Dao? You think you're so capable of peeping at people bathing? Come and teach her how to transition between these parts!
Chu Ge, seemingly sensing something in his sleep, turned over.
In his dream, Qiu Wuji, whose head was being ruffled, suddenly transformed into a sophisticated and mature woman, sitting by the window, pen in hand, gazing at the moon.
Chu Ge felt as if he were that moon.
Thus, in dreams and in reality, in books and in the world, in heaven and on earth, they gazed at each other from afar.
"Why would I have such a dream? Is it because I miss Qiu Qiu so much? Hmm, Qiu Qiu is so beautiful like this…" Qiu Wuji's expression gradually became somewhat surprised—this moon felt strange… as gentle as when Chu Ge was gazing at it.
But it didn't have the feeling Chu Ge had when his divine sense descended upon it; it was truly a distant sensation, as if traversing countless times and spaces, a distant gaze.
"Why do I have this feeling? Is it because I'm thinking of him?"
"Pah, I'm not thinking about him that much, I just miss him teaching me to write!"
In his dream, Chu Ge heard Qiu Wuji scolding, "What are you looking at? I told you to teach me to write, but you didn't."
Chu Ge: "?" This dream is so real, even her pouty expression is vividly portrayed. Is it a lucid dream? "Can I dream that she's naked?"
She paused, then didn't.
If that doesn't work, what's the point of a lucid dream?
Damn, why think so much in a dream? Chu Ge, feeling a surge of unease, blurted out, "You want to learn the true teachings without currying favor with your master?"
Qiu Wuji seemed to actually hear that voice, and she froze.
"You've become the moon and you're still so lewd!"
Suppressing her urge to go out and beat someone up, she put on a smile: "Master isn't around, how can I curry favor..."
Inwardly, she thought, "If you dare ask me to dance or anything like that, I'll beat you to death."
But Chu Ge didn't even dare to dream about anything frivolous, and honestly said, "I'll wait for you to come out and curry favor, pour tea, massage my shoulders, and stuff..."
Qiu Wuji's prepared response faltered, and she muttered, half-laughing, half-crying, "Am I fantasizing too? This feeling is really strange."
It really felt like he was squatting beside her, timidly tucking his hands in his pockets, wanting to hug her but too afraid.
Could it really be because she missed him?
If it was just a hallucination, it didn't matter. Qiu Wuji lazily said, "Fine, next time I need to curry favor with you when I learn something, you need to curry favor with me too." Chu Ge was overjoyed: "It's a deal!"
Whether you massage my shoulder or I massage yours, it's a win-win situation.
Qiu Wuji seemed to realize this too, and spat out angrily: "That's pathetic."
Is he really that pathetic, or is that all the versions of him I imagine only this pathetic? Or do I just think he's the cutest this way, so my fantasies are all like this? Qiu Wuji hesitated again.
Just then, Qiu Wuji felt a tremor in her heart, sensing someone intruding into the magical artifacts or formations she had prepared. She quickly checked in her mind and soon determined the location—the real world, Chu Ge's living room, the calligraphy.
At the same time, the strange anthropomorphic feeling of the moon disappeared, returning to its cold, clear state.
Wasn't that just a hallucination? If it really is Chu Ge, then it means Chu Ge has been attacked?
Qiu Wuji immediately thought of the water-type ability user, his heart filled with anxiety. He wanted to split his soul and leave, but he couldn't do so for the time being.
The effects of the medicine he had been taking to restore his exhausted soul were far less than before; taking more wouldn't help. In the game terminology he mentioned, this cooldown period had to be waited for.
Qiu Wuji paced back and forth by the window, deeply regretting not having eliminated the threat completely earlier. He hadn't expected the other party to have gotten close so quickly.
What to do? What to do?