“Oh oh, so it's Taoist Leader Qing Yin! As he spoke, his gaze turned to Luo Luo who was shorter than Qiao Moyu's waist. He continued, “Then this–”
Qiao Moyu glanced at the obedient Luo Luo and explained to Lu Beige in a mysterious voice: “This is the 32nd generation successor of the Spiritual Void Sect, and also my disciple. Since he's young, he doesn't have a Dao title. You can call him Luo Luo.”
“So it's Taoist Luo Luo!” Lu Beige smiled at the boy while the toddler grinned back, revealing his cute and tiny canine teeth.
Qiao Moyu glanced at the time and said: “Prepare the altar.”
Lu Beige nodded and brought her to the table in the middle of the courtyard.
Off to the side, Lu Beige's friends sized up Qiao Moyu. They all felt she was too young, so they shook their heads and sighed. However, she didn't care for them and proceeded to take out the props she prepared beforehand.
It was the same bronze bowl with three candles to the front. Qiao Moyu lit up the candles, took out her peach wood sword, and started chanting.
On the other side, Luo Luo acted as if he was 'experienced.' He stood under an old sycamore tree in the yard and imitated his mother.
After Qiao Moyu finished reciting the chants, she started to dance with her sword. Her figure was slender and her movements were agile; every motion she made was filled with an otherworldly aura.
Lu Beige, who had lost his hope earlier, suddenly had an inspiration upon seeing this.
He quickly walked to his room, grabbed a pen and paper, and began to write down the melody he had just thought of.
It was quiet within the courtyard. The sycamore tree leaves would flutter from time to time, like green butterflies fluttering in the wind.
The morning sunlight shone through the trees, shedding light upon a city that had a thousand-year-old culture. It gave off an unexplainable feeling of heaviness from its vicissitudes.
Lu Beige moved his brush as if he was flying. He quickly wrote upon the paper. Such an environment reminded Qiao Moyu of those days when she used to practice martial arts with her brother in her previous life. Thus, the more she danced, the more energetic she felt.
Luo Luo stared in awe at his mother's agile movements and tried to imitate her. However, his arms and legs were just too short. Just one lift of his leg caused him to land on his butt upon the ground.
The little toddler lifted his head and realized that a very tall man was in front of him. Because of the shadow, he couldn't see the man's face clearly.
The next second, the man before him lowered his head and gazed back. He then bent over, placed his hand on Luo Luo's shoulder and looked at him for two seconds.
Ye Peicheng felt that this little boy looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
But…when had he ever been to a Taoist temple, let alone a Taoist child?
While he was pondering in confusion, the little toddler's eyes suddenly lit up. He happily called out: “Uncle!”
His voice was soft and small, clearly carrying the scent of milk. This caused Ye Peicheng's heart to quiver.
He recalled seeing this child before when he visited the shopping mall. However, why was this kid dressed up like this?
He wore a Taoist Priest's hair bun, along with a green Taoist robe that almost reached the back of his shoes. His feet was wrapped in black clothed Taoist shoes with white soles, but since the boy's feet were small, the shoes appeared comical and cute.
The corner of Ye Peicheng's mouth twitched. This was the first time he had seen a child dressed up this way. Why would his parents dress him up in such a funny look?
Chapter 83
After Luo Luo called him 'Uncle,' the toddler immediately gasped. Mom said they were working right now, so he shouldn't casually speak to anyone!
Knowing that he had misspoken, he hurriedly covered his mouth with his chubby little hands and glanced warily at Ye Peicheng.
Since Qiao Moyu was dancing behind the sycamore tree, Ye Peicheng hadn't caught sight of her as of yet.
He intended to go over and greet Lu Beige, but the man seemed completely immersed in his own world, ignoring all of his surroundings. Since Ye Peicheng knew that his friend was writing a song, he didn't come over as to not disturb this moment of inspiration.
Ye Peicheng squatted down and asked Luo Luo, “Boy, why are you dressed like this? What about your parents?”
Luo Luo didn't reply, fearing that he would make a mistake during their 'work.' He covered his mouth with all his might in case he ends up speaking to this uncle if he wasn't careful enough.
Martial Artists usually have sharp and clear hearing. So when Qiao Moyu heard this conversation behind the sycamore tree, she couldn't help but wonder why that voice sounded so familiar.
The next moment, she heard the familiar voice speaking once again: “Baobei, I remember talking with you last time at the mall. Why won't you speak this time?”
Qiao Moyu's heart skipped a beat and her legs became unsteady. She almost fell to the ground when she landed from her mid-air flip.
Was that Ye Peicheng's voice she just heard?!
Climbing the parasol tree, her eyes swept across the surrounding area and looked towards the other side of the tree.
Ye Peicheng was half-crouching on the ground at the courtyard entrance. In front of him was a young toddler who was fidgeting. The two of them seemed to be 'conversing' but only Ye Peicheng's voice could be heard.
It can't be. She rarely goes out to give generous service, dressing up as a Taoist and opening the light for people. How can she meet Ye Peicheng now of all times?
Before coming here, she didn't even know that the actor would come and visit! That was because the novel simply mentioned that when Lu Beige's studio opened for business, only one person from the entertainment circle came to visit while the rest were all his ordinary friends.
However, Qiao Moyu had no idea that the person from that circle was the influential Ye Peicheng!
However, thinking about it, such a relation was quite possible. Even though Ye Peicheng was a Film Emperor and the heir to the Ye Family, his strained relationship with his father, along with his brother taking over the family business caused him to be suppressed in the end.
Lu Beige was also a high-minded person; he didn't want to trouble the only friend he had in the entertainment circle if ever something happened to him. It's possible that Ye Peicheng only heard of his predicament after he committed suicide.
However, these were just fleeting matters. As far as Moyu was concerned, her next actions were crucial.
If she was dressed like this, would Ye Peicheng recognize her?
Qiao Moyu no longer had any thoughts of continuing her sword dance. At that moment, she only needed to take the final step, which was the most vital part of the process of opening the light.
Ashes sank to the bottom of the bowl. She closed her eyes as her hands gently caressed the bronze bowl. The moment the whisk landed, she picked up the bronze bowl and quickly sprinkled half of the water in the bowl onto the studio's signboard, while the rest was splattered onto Lu Beige's body.
At this moment, Ye Peicheng, who had been intrigued by Luo Luo's silence and was trying to help him speak up, slowly shifted his gaze onto Qiao Moyu.
Just when Qiao Moyu was about to put away her horsetail whisk, their gazes met in this courtyard surrounded by sycamores.