Lu Wuming said those words, but Liu Buli certainly wouldn't comply. In their eyes, if the myriad things in this world were to be ranked, the other party would always be the unchangeable first.
Since that was the case, how could he possibly bear to let Lu Wuming get hurt?
Wrapping his arms around Lu Wuming's neck, Liu Buli chuckled and comforted him. He said, "This medicine has already succeeded. This is the best wound medicine in the world. I've remembered the formula and the steps for making it. We can just follow this from now on, no need to try again."
Lu Wuming nodded.
He wanted to throw Liu Buli onto the bed.
Before he could even finish, the other party had already sensed his intentions and leaped out of his embrace. He tried to stop him, saying, "I already told you to wait until tomorrow. If you're in such a hurry today, I'll get angry!"
Lu Wuming froze.
Then, he couldn't help but laugh.
He thought of a word Liu Buli had told him before, which was particularly fitting here—
*Master is truly a troublesome little sprite...*
However, he had waited for so long, and there was only one more day left. He could afford to wait.
That night, Lu Wuming slept soundly.
It was the most comfortable sleep he had had in a month. Holding Liu Buli in his arms, he felt as if he were in a light, ethereal dream. When he woke up, he couldn't recall exactly what had happened in the dream, but the upward curve of his lips was undeniable.
As the first rays of dawn peeked through, Lu Wuming, bathed in the sunlight filtering through the window, quietly observed the person in his arms who was not yet awake.
When Master had taught him to read and write, he had once told him about a phrase called "岁月静好" (suì yuè jìng hǎo - years are quiet and good). He had never understood it before, nor did he grasp its meaning. But at this very moment, looking at the person before him, Lu Wuming felt as if he had begun to understand many words related to happiness.
They were indeed all beautiful words.
He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Liu Buli's slightly parted lips. Lu Wuming didn't go too deep, but when they parted, he saw that Liu Buli's eyes were already open, looking at him intently.
Lu Wuming blinked, then smiled and asked, "Master, are you awake?"
"Of course I'm not awake," Liu Buli yawned and shook his head. Like a lazy cat basking in the sun, he hummed, snuggled further into Lu Wuming's embrace, and then pouted, "Who told you to keep staring at me and making so many little movements while I was sleeping? If I didn't wake up even then, it would mean I'm too slow to react, wouldn't it?"
Lu Wuming burst into laughter.
He reached out and pulled Liu Buli even closer.
He didn't say anything.
He felt that at this moment, words seemed to have lost much of their significance. As long as Liu Buli was by his side, all his emotions gravitated towards joy and happiness.
If they could continue like this forever, it would be truly wonderful.
The two leaned against each other, sharing a tender moment for a while longer.
Finally, Liu Buli was the one to sit up, patting Lu Wuming's head. He said, "Alright, get up. I said I'd take you out today. If you delay, then the gift for you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Wuming had already scrambled to his feet with the utmost speed. He was afraid that the gift he had longed for might be affected. He quickly dressed and tidied himself up, then turned to smile at Liu Buli, "Master, I'm ready. Shall we go now?"
Liu Buli smiled helplessly and nodded, then led the way out.
In fact, Lu Wuming had thought about where Liu Buli might be taking him more than once while waiting for him to come out of seclusion. But no matter how he pondered it, he couldn't arrive at a definitive answer.
Master usually seemed to have no attachments and no desires.
Lu Wuming couldn't imagine any place that he would insist on going to.
The two left the sect, and Liu Buli employed the "Shrinking Ground into Inches" technique. Lu Wuming's cultivation was not inferior to his, so seeing him speed up, Lu Wuming also accelerated. Even so, it took them nearly an hour to finally reach a desolate mountain range.
Looking up at the towering peaks ahead, Lu Wuming became even more perplexed.
He turned to look at Liu Buli beside him and asked, "Master, what are we doing here? This is a place where birds don't even shit... Ow!"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Liu Buli reached out and lightly tapped Lu Wuming on the head.
He tilted his chin, gesturing towards the mountaintop, and then smiled. "Actually, we have to thank You Siqi for this. Although this place was mentioned in a novel, I really couldn't recall it clearly. I was chatting with him a while ago, and he told me the exact location. At least we won't have come all this way for nothing."
After speaking, Liu Buli didn't give Lu Wuming a chance to ask questions.
He reached out and grabbed Lu Wuming's hand, their fingers intertwining. Then, they began to ascend the mountain along the almost ruined stone steps, which were barely recognizable as their original form.
Lu Wuming dared not speak carelessly anymore and obediently let himself be led.
When they reached the summit, he looked up and was stunned.
He murmured the characters on the high-hanging plaque, "This is... the Matchmaker Temple?"