[Jinjiang Exclusive] That Xiuxian is Xun
When she was chatting with her pen pals online, Luo Shiqin was extremely obsessed with making her own emoticons for a long time.
The physical ghost-exorcising talismans and socialist good talismans she sent were all within the expectations of her pen pals, until Luo Shiqin sent a yellow talisman emoticon package on a stormy night one day.
It says something very strange.
But after this emoticon was sent, a ball of lightning fell into the crack of the windowsill of my pen pal's house.
Penpal: ...
The pen pal's mood at that time was very complicated, so complicated that from then on, this homemade talisman replaced all emoticons and became the god in the pen pal's heart.
Ask her what kind of talisman that is?
Standing on the beach, Luo Shiqin narrowed her eyes and stared at the two talismans surrounding Fan Ji.
One is the "Believe in Science" that has been successful before, and the other is -
It is [Ultra-high voltage National Grid] [1]
“Boom——!”
“Boom——!”
"It's thundering."
Qu Zhiwei sat in a small pavilion on the top of the mountain and turned his head to look at Fan Ji who was holding a long sword.
"It's finally going to rain on Qingshan Mountain," she said with a smile. "It's always bare. If you don't know, you'd think it's a dead mountain."
The young man opened his eyes and looked towards the distance where the lightning struck. An inexplicable light flashed in his dark pupils. He said softly, "Thunder and rain are common. You never come here, so you naturally can't see the green mountains on a rainy day."
"If you care about this mountain," he tilted his head and looked at Qu Zhiwei, "you can attract thunder and rain to bring some fresh air to them."
The drizzle of rain hit the red-painted tiles of the pavilion, and a few raindrops were blown by the wind onto Qu Zhiwei's rosy cheeks. She avoided Fan Ji's gaze and looked into the distance: "No, what people do can never compare to what nature has created."
The casual cultivator stretched out his arms carelessly and supported himself behind his back, swinging his hanging legs back and forth, letting the rain soak his shoes.
"You are just too tense." Qu Zhiwei laughed at him, and his eyes as bright as stars were imprinted in the young man's heart, "Little Bird, do you still remember the first time we met?"
Fan Ji paused for a moment and said helplessly: "Not very good."
"Why is it not good?"
The young man looked away again: "A cripple and a liar, what good is there in them?"
He was a cripple who sneaked into a tavern to eat for free. When he was discovered by the owner, he broke one of his legs and threw him out of the tavern.
Qu Zhiwei is a liar. He is a smooth talker and after being caught by the boss of the steamed bun shop, he tricked the owner into letting him go.
The meeting between the two people was extremely bad.
Fan Ji lowered his eyes and touched the sword in his arms.
After becoming famous, he returned to the restaurant again without telling his master and Qu Zhiwei... and then killed the entire family of the thug who broke his leg.
He actually wanted to attack the shop owner's family, but he didn't miss one or two of them anyway. But the other person's reaction when he saw him was that he obviously couldn't remember the little lame man back then.
Not just him.
When people in the restaurant saw Fan Ji's clothes and the sword in his hand, their attitudes changed drastically.
Finally, Fan Ji's storage bag was filled with mortals' money, and they respectfully escorted him out of the tavern.
At that time he knew that mortals and immortals were the same. Cultivators pursued enlightenment and ascension, while mortals pursued fame, wealth and power.
The young man has not yet experienced the enlightenment, but he has tasted the sweetness of strength.
"No," the sweet voice called Fan Ji back to his senses, and Qu Zhiwei smiled slyly, "Thanks to the Baozi boss, otherwise how could we have known each other?"
She changed her posture, sitting cross-legged on the long horizontal board with her eyes downcast.
"I went to see the steamed buns owner again," Qu Zhiwei's expression became calm, but his voice was a little sad, "The steamed buns he sold are the best I have ever eaten."
"But when I met the Baozi boss, he was almost dead."
The old man's hand was like a piece of dry bark, sticking to his bony bones. Qu Zhiwei almost cried just by touching it.
"The old man worked hard all his life but didn't save any money," she said as she told other people's stories, tears welling up in her eyes. "His children were killed by the local tycoon. Until his death, he kept repeating his children's nicknames."
"I watched him die,"
"I was his daughter for half a day, and I collected his body."
"I also plan to erect a monument for him near the city. If I were still alive, I would come back every year during the holidays to pay my respects to him."
"But the officials came and said there was no place to bury him, so they asked me to burn him."
"I picked up his bones again," Qu Zhiwei paused, "and buried them at the foot of a green mountain. The mountain is too high and too cold, and the old man couldn't get used to it."
"But after doing all this, my heart feels empty again."
She turned her head and looked at her lover.
"In the city I went to, the people were not human."
The fat rat wielded a long whip and oppressed the people like the bun shop owner.
Fan Ji heard the hidden meaning in her words and was a little surprised: "It's so small, it's not possible."
"People who practice Taoism should not get involved in the karma of ordinary people, so that when they are overcoming the calamity, they can--"
"What about talent?" Qu Zhiwei's eyebrows showed an expression that he couldn't understand, "Little bird, I won't transcend the tribulation."
"I want to ferry people across."
Fan Ji thought that Zhiwei was indeed very lucky. After meeting her, Fan Ji's luck also improved a little.
After they met that year, the two did not move forward together. One time when he was begging on the street with his lame leg, he was picked up by a man dressed elegantly.
What happened afterwards made him often feel like he was dreaming.
The man with a clear and bright face is called Shang Qihan, the leader of the Sword Sect in the world of immortal cultivation, who has practiced the Way of Ruthlessness all his life. It is said that he has been stuck in the Tribulation Period for hundreds of years, and for some reason he has not yet encountered the Thunder Tribulation of Ascension.
Of course, this is not what Fan Ji needs to consider at the moment.
He was accepted as Shang Qihan's personal disciple, and like Shang Qihan, he practiced his unique ruthless sword art. Shang Qihan told him that he had a good physique, and the ruthless sword art was the most suitable for him to practice. As long as he was obedient, he would have no problem ascending to heaven in the future.
Shang Qihan treated him very well. Even though Fan Ji had been living among ordinary people since he was a child, he still respected and was grateful to Shang Qihan.
Even the name 'Fan Ji' was given to him by Shang Qihan.
"Master, 'Ruthless Sword'," the young Fan Ji asked hesitantly, "does it have to be ruthless?"
Shang Qihan: "My dear disciple, the Dao is ruthless. If you want to attain the Dao and ascend to heaven, you must naturally give up all emotions and love, but——"
The man gave an unfathomable smile and reached out to touch the boy's head.
"But the couple of the Ruthless Swordsmanship is an exception. She deserves all your love."
Later, at the sect competition, he won the first place as the eldest senior brother and enjoyed the envious gazes of tens of thousands of practitioners.
Only one person,
"Ah, little bird!"
When they met again, the girl in red dress looked at him in surprise and said, "How come you are trapped in a cage?"
What did that sentence mean? Fan Ji didn't know it until much later.
But the girl's surprised face that day, mixed with the muddy face when she handed him buns to fill his stomach when he was a child, had long become a throbbing secret in his heart.
Fan Ji's statement that Qu Zhiwei has good luck is based on facts.
Without any cultivator's guidance, Qu Zhiwei taught himself, entered the world of cultivation, and became a leisurely cultivator.
She had never practiced the fasting practiced by the ascetics.
Cultivators do not enter the mortal world, so she would go to the mortal world every now and then to bring some food to Fan Ji.
Sometimes, without telling his master, Fan Ji would try a few cakes.
Over time, Qu Zhiwei began to smell the aroma of snacks that ordinary people like.
Later, they naturally formed a bond and became each other's partners.
A gifted young genius, a self-taught lucky girl. Fan Ji holds a long sword and has a wife who will accompany him for life.
Later -
Shang Qihan told him a secret.
At that time, Fan Ji had been stuck in the Tribulation Period for nearly a hundred years. Qu Zhiwei, who entered the Immortal Cultivation World later than him, also slowly climbed to the middle stage of the Spiritualization Stage, while during this period, Fan Ji's cultivation level did not improve at all.
This is when the feeling of anxiety arises.
Obviously, he was still a powerful being in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and still the pinnacle of the immortal cultivation world, but whenever he saw Qu Zhiwei, he would always think of everything in that tavern.
As long as you have enough strength, they will respect you.
The law of the jungle is equally applicable whether in the world of immortals or in the mortal world.
It was at this time that Shang Qihan came to see him.
"If you want to ascend," the Sword Sect leader still looked calm and composed, "there is only one way to go."
Fan Ji was silent for a long time, then he said hoarsely: "I have checked all the files in the sect, and the last time someone ascended to heaven in the world of immortal cultivation has been a thousand years ago."
"Master, may I ask what can be done?"
Shang Qihan said: "Other martial arts cannot compare to my original ruthless sword art."
"Those who want to ascend must enter the mortal world and then escape from it. But it is easy to enter the mortal world, but it is very difficult to escape from it."
It is indeed difficult. In the past thousand years of cultivating immortals, no one has been able to understand the great way.
"Those who practice the Way of the Merciless Sword have little connection with the mortal world, and have no numerous distracting thoughts that would prevent them from ascending."
"Compared to other practitioners, we have a greater chance of ascending to the highest realm."
"You just need to cut off your emotions and never have any connection with the world again." Shang Qihan looked at him and said slowly, "And you just need to kill your lover, Qu Zhiwei."
How ridiculous is this?!
Fan Jizhen was shocked and rejected it immediately.
How could he kill his own wife just to ascend to heaven? !
As the days passed, Fan Ji's cultivation progressed at the same level.
He thought his heart would never be changed.
Until the secret realm competition, he, the number one in the Sword Sect, was defeated by his fellow disciples.
"Master, Senior Brother!"
"I'm sorry, brother - I didn't expect -"
"Brother, are you okay? We are just demonstrating each other, so don't hold back on me."
They said something else afterwards, but Fan Ji could no longer hear clearly.
With his blood boiling and a hundred years of worries in his mind, he locked himself up on the top of a mountain and tried to calm himself.
After hearing the news, Qu Zhiwei quickly rushed back from the mortal world. At that time, she did many things in the mortal world that Fan Ji could not understand.
I heard that the people there have changed, I heard that the people there want to build a temple for Qu Zhiwei, I heard that...
Nothing matters anymore.
Everyone is making progress, including his wife Qu Zhiwei.
Only him,
Only yourself,
He has accomplished nothing and is as miserable as the dog that had its legs broken and was thrown out of the tavern.
"Little Bird," Qu Zhiwei looked at him with worry and heartache, "Are you okay? But where are you hurt? I, I'll show you - I just learned a little bit from the doctor a few days ago, maybe it's nothing serious..."
"Zhiwei," he grabbed his lover's hand, and saw his despicable appearance in her bright eyes. Fan Ji heard himself crying, "Can you help me? Help me, Zhiwei!"
"Only you, only you can help me!"
Qu Zhiwei looked at him in surprise and said hesitantly, "Of course I will help you. After all, we are husband and wife... But, what can I do to help you?"
"The Way of the Merciless Sword," Fan Ji trembled as he threw away his long sword, pressed down her shoulders, and cried, "I practiced the Way of the Merciless Sword,"
Qu Zhiwei: "Of course I know. Master Shang told me."
"The ruthless sword is more difficult to practice than other martial arts. Most of the time is spent on practicing the sword," she comforted the trembling Taoist couple and patted his head gently, "I know, it's okay. I will always be with Xiaoniao."
"No, it's not just that,"
"What?"
The young man raised his head, his eyes full of pain: "Master told me that if I want to ascend to heaven by practicing the Merciless Sword--"
"Little Bird," Qu Zhiwei interrupted him, as if she knew what Fan Ji was going to say in advance, "We can think of other ways."
Fan Ji was silent: "...You know?"
"I," Qu Zhiwei paused, "I just saw it."
Qu Zhiwei left the city with the buns provided by the bun shop owner.
When we reached the mass grave, we heard the sound of soil being dug up.
She tiptoed beside a peeled dead tree half the height of a person and peeked in, and saw an old woman sitting in the pit, calmly pressing the broken yellow earth she had dug out onto her body.
Qu Zhiwei was startled and quickly ran to the old lady.
"Old lady!" The little girl with a muddy face called her crisply, "I'll pull you up!"
The old woman, half buried in the ground, sat at the bottom of the pit. She slowly raised her head to look at her and suddenly smiled. Qu Zhiwei could only hear her mutter, "I didn't expect this."
After pulling the old lady out of the pit, Qu Zhiwei gave her one of the few buns.
She didn't ask the old lady why she dug her own grave. After all, there were too many people in this world who couldn't survive.
"If there are too many, why do you want to save me?" The old lady asked her vaguely, chewing the bun with her toothless mouth, "I don't have anything good on me."
"But if I had to watch you being buried alive," Qu Zhiwei stuffed a bun into his mouth and spoke vaguely, "I would feel bad."
The old lady laughed twice again.
"How old are you? Do you know what it means to feel uncomfortable?"
Qu Zhiwei: "I'm not big, but I'm not stupid." She pointed to her chest and said sincerely for the first time, "Seeing you like this, I feel as if I've eaten sour fruit."
The little girl with mud on her face said this, and the old lady fell silent.
"I am indeed going to die. Either I will starve to death, or I will be eaten by the disaster victims as a two-legged sheep." The old lady spoke slowly, "In that case, I might as well choose a better way to die - what's your name?"
After finishing her buns, the little girl licked the cracks between her fingers and answered nonchalantly, "Qu Zhiwei."
"This name is not very good. You will have too many setbacks in the first half of your life, and few relatives in the second half. But you can make a career."
The old lady looked into her eyes and kept mumbling, "Girl, do you believe in fate?"
Qu Zhiwei: "I don't believe it."
She thought to herself, can a name determine a person's fate?
The old lady was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter: "You put it very fluently."
After all, she was old. After she paused to catch her breath for a moment, she said, "It's better if you don't believe it."
"If I accept my fate, I won't know what to do."
"Qu Zhiwei, I'm going to teach you something so that you won't feel uncomfortable in the future."
What the old lady taught her was a wonderful method to observe what would happen in the future.
But not everyone can learn this wonderful method; it depends on one’s understanding.
"I am not very savvy, I can only see what happened in recent days." The old lady had missing teeth, and there was wind blowing from her mouth. "You are not bad, maybe you can ascend to the high cultivation world and compete with those cultivators for the opportunity given by the Heavenly Dao."
She taught Qu Zhiwei for three days and left after three days.
But they were not starved to death, nor were they eaten like two-legged sheep.
With the skills he had just learned, Qu Zhiwei snatched her back from the hands of the disaster victims, respectfully found a secluded place, dug a six-foot-deep trench, and buried the old lady.
"Look," she wiped her face, revealing her cute face, and Qu Zhiwei said with some pride, "I don't believe in fate."
“Because I can change my fate.”
What's wrong with my name? I chose it myself!
The song is the smallest one in the world, and it is also the most high-pitched song in the world!
I met Fan Ji again at the competition. The handsome young man was surrounded by people and enjoyed the praises of the people around him shyly.
Only Qu Zhiwei saw his fate clearly at first sight.
A little bird trapped in a gilded cage.
I have changed the lives of many people, she thought, I can change yours too.
The more she got to know Fan Ji, the more she liked this young man who was never complacent and worked hard on his studies.
But I also became more aware of the stubbornness of young people.
Fan Ji is like a tightly bound bow, and this bow can only be pulled tighter and tighter.
Once this force is released, the string will break.
Qu Zhiwei once thought that he could change Fan Ji's fate.
She was still holding him when the blade was not in his heart.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
Her young man broke down crying and killed her with his long sword.
"Weiwei, I'm sorry——"
"I want to win," he said through tears, "I can't lose."
"I have nothing left. I can't be without my sword anymore..."
Qu Zhiwei thought: What about me? Who am I? Have you never considered me as your other half?
She sighed, and blood foam oozed from the corners of her mouth.
This is the good thing about cultivators: they die relatively slowly.
So Qu Zhiwei raised her hand and touched Fan Ji's face. A faint trace of light surged from her body, and then a strong impulse spread around!
"...Did you find me?"
There was a turbulent moment in the distance, and then a slender figure appeared on the top of the green mountain.
It is still cold.
"You are just a casual cultivator." He looked a little incredulous. "What kind of cultivation technique do you practice?"
The casual cultivator lying in Fan Ji's arms grinned: "I just saw it."
See?
Shang Qihan remained silent.
"Master?" His good disciple looked at him with tears in his eyes, "I——"
"Well done." Shang Qihan curled his lips, "After she dies, you can face the ascension thunder tribulation."
The wind blew by, and Fan Ji held his lover in his arms, listening to the awe-inspiring master's words, but he did not feel happy at all. He looked down blankly at the big hole in Qu Zhiwei's chest, and suddenly burst into tears: "No."
“Master, Master!” he cried, “I won’t ascend anymore—Master, please save her!”
He smelled a strong odor of blood, which gave him a splitting headache.
It was as if he was split into two people by the sword: one calmly said, let him give Qu Zhiwei another sword, only a thorough death can usher in the opportunity to ascend; the other grabbed his neck, looked at him and roared, saying, why did you kill Weiwei! She is your wife!
"…I'm not good enough at learning." Qu Zhiwei coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, his eyes gradually dimming, "I didn't expect you to start with the name."
Qu Zhiwei had never called his name before, because when he did, he would always have a hallucination of the little bird trapped in a cage.
Shang Qihan said, "I gave him the name. How about Fanji?"
"The name of the twin villains, the tool sent to the altar," Qu Zhiwei sighed, "Silly bird, you have been deceived."
"The name curse is the simplest and most convenient way to avoid attracting attention." This scumbag with a handsome appearance laughed, "I took a long time to choose. Otherwise, I really couldn't get him to do it--"
"Who knew a dog without dignity could value something so much?"
Qu Zhiwei no longer had the energy to curse. She was in a daze and she only used her last bit of strength to hold on to Fan Ji's hand.
"Don't listen to that idiot," she tried to open her eyes wide and took one last look at her young man. "Little bird, if we can't beat him, just run away. The farther the better. Don't think about revenge."
Let me change your destiny.
Fan Ji went crazy, hugging Qu Zhiwei's body, laughing and crying. But until Qu Zhiwei died, there was no sign of thunderclouds in the sky.
Shang Qihan frowned and observed for a while.
Failed again.
However, it is not without any gains.
He stared into the eyes of Qu Zhiwei's corpse.
This casual cultivator almost revealed most of his plan, just by relying on her eyes?
If I dig it out and transplant it to the next disciple, perhaps the chance of ascending will be greater.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand and said, "Fan Ji, hand Qu Zhiwei over to me."
His obedient disciple was silent for a long time, then tilted his head and looked at him: "No."
"Weiwei, Weiwei is mine," he hugged the still warm body in his arms and rubbed the corpse's cheeks nervously, "Weiwei said that she wanted to be with me forever, she wanted to accompany me forever."
Shang Qihan was shocked: "Crazy?"
He released a spiritual probe to see if the other party was playing dumb, but he didn't expect that Hansai's sea of consciousness was in chaos.
"It's really a low-quality product that has never been tamed." He sighed in disappointment, "It's so fragile."
"Useless stuff."
Shang Qihan raised his hand, and an ice-cracked long sword appeared beside him, and then pierced straight into Fan Ji's chest according to his master's wishes!
Since it's useless, just kill it and move on to the next one.
“Ah!”
Sparks flew from the collision of the blades, and the Ice Cracked Long Sword was knocked back.
The young man raised his head coldly with a strange look on his face.
"I have learned everything you taught me." He hugged his wife and stood up. After his natal sword was stained with Qu Zhiwei's heart blood, the blade turned bright red.
"Want to kill me? It's not that easy."
He hugged Qu Zhiwei tightly and looked at Shang Qihan with cold eyes.
Madness and sobriety flashed in his eyes, and Hanji laughed loudly:
"Old bastard, come and fight!"
In the dark beach park, two pieces of talismans with bright patterns were suspended around Hanji. His expression was like crying and laughing, and he had remembered everything.
The outcome of his battle with Shang Qihan is unknown.
Fan Ji, who should have died under Shang Qi's cold sword, slipped and fell into a crack that suddenly opened on the top of the green mountain.
The abyss was filled with ghostly auras, and even Shang Qihan was unwilling to go in.
He watched with a frown for several days and nights, and finally left when he was sure that the other party could not crawl out. He also told the outsiders that the senior brother of the Sword Sect had gone astray and fell into the ghost world, and was now dead.
There are so many talented people in the world of cultivating immortals, and the one thing they lack the least is geniuses.
After a few years, who would still care about the title of the former Sword Sect Grandmaster Brother Fan Ji?
At worst, just find someone to replace him.
However, Hansai who fell into the ghost abyss was unexpectedly not torn apart by the ghosts, but he also did not receive any help.
It was a long, long time ago.
Fan Ji's mind was sometimes clear and sometimes crazy, but no matter what state he was in, he fell into a long silence facing Qu Zhiwei's body.
Until finally, he ate Qu Zhiwei.
"You mean," After hearing everything, the most surprised person was not Luo Shiqin, but Shang Kaixun.
He looked at the guy who seemed to be his nominal senior brother in disbelief, "Did Master do this?"
"How is this possible—"
His pupils trembled and he could hardly hold the sword in his hand.
Trapped in the center of the talisman paper and restored to its original state by the extremely high pressure, Hanji laughed crazily and looked at his junior fellow apprentice with evil excitement: "Idiot! Big idiot! You were fooled by that old bastard! Hahahahaha!"
"After I came out, I used my ghost energy to kill Shang Qihan. It's a pity that you didn't see what he looked like at that time." With his gray hair, Fan Ji laughed as he uncovered his scars, revealing the bloody truth to Shang Kaixun. "He knelt down and begged me to let him go, saying that he would definitely find a way to ascend!"
"Oh my god," the mad young man said, ignoring the creaking electric current lingering on his skin, his whole body emitting a burning smell, and his fierce face flashed with pleasure and pain, "He also said that he found the easiest way to ascend."
"That old bastard told me it wasn't just me,"
"When he was young, he sealed his memory and cultivation, went down to the mortal realm and married a mortal woman. When the time was right, he remembered his purpose and killed his first wife - he was just one step away from deceiving the heavenly way and ascending to heaven!"
"What I went through was what he went through. He suffered just as much as I did, but it was all for the sake of being able to ascend to a higher realm!"
"The old bastard thought I was dead," he laughed strangely, "so he reflected on himself and decided he needed a good dog who would listen to him wholeheartedly."
"So the old bastard went and stole the most gifted newborn and kept him as his own."
With tears in his eyes, Hansai yelled as if he had seen the happiest thing: "Guess who that is?!"
"It's you - my luckiest little apprentice brother!"
For a moment, the crazy laughter of the festival echoed throughout the beach park.
Luo Shiqin: “…6.”
What a dog-eat-dog drama.
She glanced around indifferently:
A crazy and uncontrollable young man, a swordsman who is in pain and unable to recover his memory.
They certainly looked miserable.
But what about the people who suffer the most?
What did Qu Zhiwei do wrong again?
What did Yan Zhixun do wrong again?
What did her junior schoolmate, Yan Yurong, do wrong?
Pan Ji and Shang Kaixun are pitiful, but they are even more hateful!
What is the ruthless way? What is the way to ascend to heaven?!
What kind of doctrine is it that requires killing one's wife to prove one's doctrine?
Neither human nor ghost, a cultivator who has lived for thousands of years is not even as good as the "mortals" they call!
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