I Have a Golden Crow

”What should we do?” Du Yu’s mind raced, ”Should we move Senior Brother Fu out of the ward to the outskirts of Xixia Town?”

Without the intervention of the flute melody, Fu Jianzhou would naturally fall into a normal sleep. Even if he dreams, it would be the usual kind of dreams.

Yang Qingqing’s expression was a bit complicated.

She really wanted to respect her disciple’s decision. After all, Fu Jianzhou had been troubled for years, and this was an opportunity for him to release it.

But seeing Fu Jianzhou’s condition, continuing like this was not a solution either.

Yang Qingqing: ”Let’s give him a few more minutes, then try to wake him up later.”

Li Mengnan was very curious and whispered, ”Master Qing, do you know what Senior Brother Fu is dreaming about?”

”Hmm.” Yang Qingqing looked at the grief-stricken Fu Jianzhou. She could probably guess the kind of event that caused Fu Jianzhou’s current state.

Du Yu had a curious look on his face: ”Master Qing?”

Yang Qingqing spoke softly: ”Previously, Jianzhou was also a Demon Spirit Soldier.

During a mission, due to his personal mistake, he caused a comrade to suffer. Although he was saved, his comrade sacrificed their life.”

The ward was silent, with only the faint flute melody lingering.

Yang Qingqing spoke lightly, as if this were a common ailment among the Great Xia Soldiers?

Back then, when Fu Jianzhou told Du Yu about Master Qing’s story, he also summed up her suffering and sorrow with just a few words.

Du Yu didn’t know the details of Senior Brother Fu’s story, but from Master Qing’s few words, he could sense Fu Jianzhou’s sorrow and guilt.

Especially now, Fu Jianzhou was weeping, his lips quivering.

Lin Shiwei spoke softly, ”Was the comrade who died because of Senior Brother Fu a girl?”

Du Yu was a bit confused. Where did the girl thing come from?

What surprised Du Yu even more was that Yang Qingqing nodded.

Lin Shiwei pressed further, ”Was she Senior Brother Fu’s lover?”

This time, Yang Qingqing’s response was ambiguous: ”Maybe.”

Yang Qingqing sighed inwardly and continued, ”After that mission, Jianzhou retired and started living a life without restraint, muddling through years.

She always remembered the time they met at the Demonic Plant market.

Back then, Fu Jianzhou was crawling out of a pile of wilted flowers, almost being dumped into a garbage truck by a forklift.

When he walked past Yang Qingqing, she could smell the strong scent of alcohol from his hangover.

The smell mixed with the fragrance of the Demonic Plants, creating a very unique aroma.

Recalling in her mind, Yang Qingqing said, ”By the time he joined my sect again, Jianzhou had already neglected his cultivation for many years.”

Du Yu understood, which was why Senior Brother Fu wanted to say goodbye to his past self.

That’s why he accepted the new name ”Jianzhou.”

However, there was one thing Du Yu couldn’t quite understand.

He looked at Lin Shiwei beside him and asked in a low voice, ”How did you determine the gender of Senior Brother Fu’s deceased comrade?”

Lin Shiwei: ”Didn’t you analyze it, the West Xia’s Flute is narrating a tragic love story.

After you three entered the dream, only Senior Brother Fu’s reaction matched the emotions conveyed by the West Xia’s Flute the most.

So, I thought, maybe Senior Brother Fu lost not only his comrade but also his lover.”

I see.

Du Yu nodded silently, everything was as Shiwei said. Only Fu Jianzhou’s dream matched the emotions conveyed by the West Xia’s Flute.

But alas, with Fu Jianzhou’s current state, he must be indulged in his story, without a thought to communicate with the West Xia’s Flute.

If that’s the case, why did my happy dream attract the West Xia’s Flute’s favor?

Did I just mishear?

Could it be that... when Third Sister woke me up, I actually heard the flute sound in the real world, and not in the dream?

For a moment, Du Yu’s mind was in a mess.

”Jianzhou’s dream should be related to that incident,” Yang Qingqing looked at Du Yu, ”What was your dream?”

”Ah.” Du Yu snapped back to reality, ”I was playing with the Demon Pets in the Otherworld.”

”A beautiful dream.”

Du Yu nodded: ”Yes, I found Xiaobai among the clouds in the sky.

As we headed towards the Twin Trees, Xiaoyan, the Ghost Firefly, and Little Tai Sui joined us.

The Twin Trees didn’t drive us away but transformed their branches into beds and caught us...”

Du Yu’s dream and Fu Jianzhou’s dream were complete opposites!

Listening to Du Yu’s description, a carefree, warm, and lovely scene emerged in everyone’s minds.

”By the way, Master Qing,” Du Yu changed the topic, ”Later, I followed our plan and started humming the flute melody, trying to draw out the Artifact Spirit for communication.”

Yang Qingqing: ”What was the result?”

Du Yu said uncertainly, ”It seemed like the West Xia’s Flute gave me a slight feedback.”

”Hmm?” Yang Qingqing’s eyes lit up.

In her dream, she had hummed the flute melody repeatedly but hadn’t received any response.

Du Yu said, ”I don’t know how long I hummed in the dream, but in the last time, I seemed to have heard the flute sound.”

Yang Qingqing nodded lightly, signaling Du Yu to continue.

Du Yu looked helpless, ”Then my time was up.”

Hearing this, Lin Shiwei and Li Mengnan exchanged glances, feeling a bit regretful.

If they had woken Du Yu up a little later, there might have been a different outcome!

Yang Qingqing was very attentive and noticed the emotions of her two female disciples, so she said, ”I set the time, you two were just carrying out the task.”

The two girls lowered their heads in acknowledgment, their expressions respectful.

Yang Qingqing looked at Du Yu, ”If you could attract it once, you can attract it a second time.”

Seeing the encouragement in their Immortal Master’s eyes, Du Yu nodded emphatically, ”I’ll try!”

Yang Qingqing reached out and gently pushed Fu Jianzhou again.

After confirming she still couldn’t wake her disciple, she ordered, ”You two, take Jianzhou away from here. Let the soldiers take you to a designated place to recuperate, away from the influence of the flute sound.”

”Yes.”

”Yes!” The two of them immediately nodded.

Lin Shiwei was especially swift, supporting Fu Jianzhou’s shoulder and helping him sit upright.

Watching the two junior sisters take Fu Jianzhou away, their figures disappearing at the ward door, Du Yu finally gathered his emotions.

He turned his head to the woman, ”Master Qing, you haven’t mentioned what your dream was yet.”

Yang Qingqing: ”Just a regular battlefield, nothing special.

You are now entering a dream, regardless of the outcome, I will wake you up at noon. Then, we will leave here and have a discussion back at the school campus.”

Du Yu felt a little suspicious inside; the master has only experienced an ordinary battlefield?

Her grip just now, it completely shattered the bones in my hand...

Seeing Du Yu standing still, Yang Qingqing frowned slightly: ”Du Yu?”

”Oh oh!” Du Yu nodded repeatedly and walked towards his bed.

His hand was still wrapped in layers of leaves, looking as if he wore a green glove.

Du Yu endured the pain and quickly accepted the sound of the flute entering his ears, relaxing his vigilance.

The psychic attack of the West Xia’s flute was indeed strong, its hypnotic effect superb, swiftly leading Du Yu into dreamland...

Where is this?

Du Yu was still a bit dazed, looking at the drifting clouds beside him, and then at the small Demon Spirit Realm below.

It was then he realized that his dream had continued?

In the dream, he was still the towering giant.

But there was no sound of the West Xia’s flute by his ear.

Du Yu closed his eyes, once again humming the flute melody, over and over, endlessly.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer hear the flute’s accompaniment.

”Ah...” It was uncertain how long had passed, but Du Yu let out a deep sigh and opened his eyes.

A cloud as fluffy as cotton candy floated by his chest, which was swept away by his frustrated heart with one slap.

”Puff~” The cloud shattered.

Du Yu’s massive fingers also left misty trails in the air.

”Not willing to come anymore?” Du Yu murmured softly, ”Or perhaps it’s all my illusion, you’ve never been here.

I don’t have the experiences like Senior Brother Fu, so how am I supposed to connect with you...”

As he spoke, Du Yu’s words paused.

My life is shallow, indeed I haven’t experienced many stories.

But I’ve heard many stories, and also heard enchanting melodies!

He suddenly raised his head and spoke, ”Shall we exchange stories?”

Silence fell across the world, the West Xia’s flute gave no response.

Du Yu didn’t care whether the West Xia’s flute was listening, he continued speaking: ”Once upon a time, there was someone named Zhu Yingtai... Hmm.”

His heart moved slightly, perhaps instead of telling stories, the West Xia’s flute should listen to this first?

Du Yu decisively started to sing the tune.

The humming from his nose was no longer the tune of the West Xia’s flute, but the deeply moving Huaxia classic from another world—”Butterfly Lovers”!

The young Du Yu had never studied any musical instruments; in his past life, he couldn’t afford to learn.

But the story of ”Butterfly Lovers,” and its graceful and elegant tune, were deeply etched in his mind.

The giant Du Yu stood with closed eyes between the sky and the clouds.

The soft humming carried an indescribable beautiful melody, reverberating through the world, spreading far and wide...

West Xia’s flute, we all long to understand you, to listen to you.

But to you, our actions maybe just greedy scavenging, or perhaps a kind of presumptuous disturbance.

That’s why you stay distant, refusing to interact with anyone.

If that’s the case, before I listen to your story, please listen to this one first.

It comes from far away in Huaxia, the place where I was born and raised...

”Hmm~~~”

As Du Yu softly hummed, the land supporting him underfoot seemed no longer to be the dreamlike Twin Tree Realm,

but rather the cultural legacy and artistic crystallization of thousands of years in Huaxia!

In the inpatient department, inside the hospital room.

Yang Qingqing stood at the foot of Du Yu’s bed, hands behind her back.

In the empty surrounding environment, Yang Qingqing’s gaze seemed a bit dim, pondering over something unknown.

”Squeak~”

The bed suddenly shook, and the young man lying on it sat up.

Yang Qingqing: ”What, can’t sleep?”

It turned out Du Yu felt he had hummed the West Xia’s flute tune in the dream for a long time, but in reality, only about ten minutes had passed.

The time flow in the West Xia’s flute dream was indeed puzzling.

However, Du Yu did not know any of this.

His eyes were vacant, as he turned to get out of bed, walking towards the door.

Yang Qingqing was startled, subconsciously grabbing the flower vine at her hand.

Due to Du Yu’s hand still being healed by the leaves, he was pulled back in this way.

Yang Qingqing observed carefully for a moment, is this... sleepwalking?

During his stay at home, he had never experienced this.

Is it because of the West Xia’s flute?

Did Du Yu truly entice the West Xia’s flute?

Yang Qingqing calmed her emotions and immediately took steps forward.

Though she continued to hold onto Du Yu with the flower vine, she no longer restricted his actions.

The sleepwalking Du Yu managed to independently open the hospital room door and continued to step outside...

In the hallway, two oncoming soldiers paused their steps, looking at this strange scene, somewhat puzzled.

Yang Qingqing’s voice was pressed very low: ”Inform Mr. Cheng Feng, immediately.”

The soldiers moved to the side, sticking to the wall, making way for Du Yu to walk past, and whispered: ”Yes.”

Meanwhile, in the dream.

Du Yu gazed at the distant blurred silhouette, seemingly enchanted, walking forward step by step.

As he walked, his soft hum and chant never ceased.

The melody belonging to the Butterfly Lovers added a touch of poignant beauty to this wonderful dream...