[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.
聽說那裏的百姓變了個樣子，聽說那裏的百姓要給曲之微立廟，聽說……
一切都不重要了。
所有人都在進步，包括他的妻子曲之微。
只有他，
只有自己，
一事無成，落魄得就像當年被打斷腿丢出酒樓的，狗一樣。
“小鳥，”曲之微既擔憂又心疼地看着他，“你可還好？可是哪裏受了傷？我、我給你看看——我前些天剛和醫修學了點皮毛，給你看看許是不打緊的……”
“之微，”他一把攥住愛侶的手，從她明亮的眼眸中看清如今自己卑劣的樣子，樊季聽見自己哀聲道，“幫幫我好不好？幫幫我，之微！”
“只有你、只有你能幫我了！”
曲之微驚詫地看着他，遲疑道：“我自然會幫你，畢竟我們是夫妻……可是，有什麽我能幫你的？”
“無情劍道、”樊季顫抖着甩開長劍，一把按住她的肩膀，泣聲道，“我修了無情劍，”
曲之微：“我自然知道，尚宗主告訴過我。”
“無情劍道要比其他功法修煉得辛苦，大部分時間都放在了練劍上，”她寬慰地摟住顫抖的道侶，輕輕拍拍他的腦袋，“我知道，沒關系的。我會一直陪着小鳥的。”
“不、不只是這樣，”
“什麽？”
青年擡起頭，雙眼滿是痛苦：“師尊告訴我，修無情劍，若想飛升——”
“小鳥，”曲之微打斷了他的話，她像是提前知曉了樊季要說什麽一樣，“我們可以想其他的辦法。”
樊季沉默：“……你知道？”
“我，”曲之微頓了一下，“我只是‘看’到了。”
曲之微當年拿着包子鋪老板提供的包子，離開了那座城。
走到亂葬崗時，聽到了有泥土翻掘的聲音。
她踮着腳躲在半人粗的被扒皮枯樹旁偷看，就看見一個老太正坐在坑裏，面色平靜地将挖出來的碎黃土塊壓在身上。
曲之微吓了一跳，連忙跑到老太身邊。
“老太！”頂着泥巴臉的小姑娘脆生生地喊她，“我拉你上來！”
半截入土的老太坐在坑底，慢悠悠地擡起頭看她，忽然笑了，曲之微只聽得見她咕哝了一句：“這我倒是沒算到。”
拉着老太出坑後，曲之微又将為數不多的包子分了她一個。
她沒問老太為什麽自掘墳墓，畢竟這個世道，活不下去的人太多了。
“既然太多了，又為什麽要救我呢？”老太用那張沒幾顆牙的嘴艱難地啃着包子，含含糊糊地問她，“我身上可沒什麽好東西。”
“可要我眼看着你被活埋，”曲之微往嘴裏塞着包子，同樣含含糊糊的，“我心裏難受。”
老太就又笑了兩聲。
“你才多大，懂什麽叫難受嗎？”
曲之微：“我不大，但我又不傻。”她指了指心口，第一次那麽誠摯，“看見你這個樣子，我心裏像吃了酸果那樣難受。”
泥巴滿臉的小姑娘這樣說，老太就沉默了。
“我的确是要死的。不是被餓死，就是被當作兩腳羊被災民給吃咯。”老太慢吞吞地開口，“既然如此，倒不如選一個好點的死法——你叫什麽名字？”
吃完包子的小姑娘舔幹淨了手指縫，漫不經心地答道：“曲之微。”
“這名字不算太好，前半生挫折太多，後半生親緣淺薄。不過你能做出一番事業來。”
老太看着她的眼睛絮絮叨叨，“姑娘，你信命嗎？”
曲之微：“不信。”
她心想，一個名字還能定下一個人的命嗎？
老太一怔，随後哈哈大笑：“你說得倒是利落。”
到底是年紀大了，老太停下來喘息片刻後，才道：“不信就好。”
“要是認了命，才叫我不知道怎麽辦才好。”
“曲之微，我教你個東西，讓你以後這心裏呀，不難受。”
老太教她的是能觀測日後會發生事情的妙法。
但這個妙法不是誰都學得會，得看悟性。
“我悟性不高，只能看到近些天的事。”老太缺着牙，嘴巴裏直灌風，“你不錯，或許能登上高高的修仙界，和那群修者去争奪天道降下的機緣呢。”
她教了曲之微三天，三天後就走了。
但不是被餓死，也不是被當作兩腳羊吃了。
曲之微憑借着剛學的本事，從那群災民的手裏把她搶了回來，恭恭敬敬地找了個隐蔽的地方，向下挖了六尺深溝，将老太埋葬。
“你看，”她抹了把臉，露出嬌俏的臉蛋來，曲之微不無得意道，“我不信命。”
“因為我可以改命。”
我名字哪裏不好？這可是我自己取的！
曲之微，是天底下最微小的曲子，也是天底下，最高昂的曲子！
與樊季再度相遇是在大比上，俊朗的少年人被團團圍住，不好意思地享受周圍人的誇贊。
只有曲之微第一眼就看清了他的命運。
一只被關在織金牢籠裏的小鳥。
我改了很多人的命，她想，我也可以改你的命。
和樊季相處越深，她就越喜歡這個不曾自滿，刻苦自修的少年。
可也越發清楚少年人的執拗。
樊季就像是緊繃的弓，而這張弓只能越拉越滿。
一旦松掉這股力，就只能斷弦。
曲之微曾以為自己能改變樊季斷弦的命運。
劍刃沒進心口時，她還抱着他。
“對不起……對不起……”
她的少年郎崩潰大哭，用長劍殺死了她。
“微微、對不起——”
“我想贏，”他流着淚道，“我不能輸。”
“我什麽都沒有了，我不能再沒有劍……”
曲之微心道：那我呢？我算什麽呢？難道你從未将我當作你的另一半嗎？
她嘆了口氣，血沫從嘴角湧出。
修者就這一點好，死得還算慢。
于是曲之微擡起手，摸在樊季的臉龐。淡淡的光痕從她身上湧出，随後，一股強烈的沖力在周圍蕩開！
“……你竟然發現我了嗎？”
遠處空間動蕩幾許，随後，一道修長的身影出現在青山山巅。
是尚啓寒。
“只是一介散修。”他的表情有些難以置信，“你修的是什麽功法？”
躺倒在樊季懷中的散修咧嘴一笑：“只是看到了。”
看到？
尚啓寒沉默不語。
“師尊？”他的好徒兒淚眼婆娑，看向他，“我——”
“做得好。”尚啓寒勾唇，“等她斷氣後，你就可以迎接飛升雷劫了。”
風刮過，樊季擁着愛侶，聽着敬畏的師尊這樣說，但他卻絲毫感覺不到高興。他茫然地低頭，看向曲之微胸口的大洞，忽然淚如雨下：“不。”
“師尊、師尊！”他哀叫道，“我不飛升了——師尊，求你救救她！”
他嗅到濃厚的血腥氣，這股氣味攪得他頭痛欲裂。
好像自己被劍劈分成了兩個人：一個冷靜地說，讓他再給曲之微一劍，死得透透的才能迎來飛升的機會；另一個掐住他的脖子，看着他怒吼，說你為什麽要殺了微微！她是你的妻子！
“……是我學藝不精，”曲之微咳出一口血沫，眼神逐漸渙散，“竟然沒想到你是從名字上下的手。”
曲之微從未叫過他的名字，因為叫出來，總會幻視那只被籠子困得死死的小鳥。
尚啓寒道：“名字是我賜給他的。汎祭，如何？”
“雙兇之名，被送上祭壇的工具，”曲之微長嘆一聲，“傻鳥，你被騙了啊。”
“名字的咒，是最簡單也是最方便不引人注意的。”這位端着清風霁月皮囊的人渣笑道，“我選了很久。不然還真沒辦法讓他動手——”
“誰知道一條沒有尊嚴的狗，也會有那麽珍視的東西呢？”
曲之微沒有力氣再動嘴罵人了，她的意識昏沉，只用了最後一點力氣牽住了汎祭的手。
“別聽那蠢貨的話，”她努力想睜大眼睛，最後再看一眼她的少年郎，“小鳥，要是咱打不過，就跑吧，跑得越遠越好，別想着複仇了。”
就讓我，改一改你的命運吧。
汎祭瘋了，他摟着曲之微的屍體，一下笑，一下哭。但直到曲之微徹底斷氣，天空上也沒有任何雷雲的蹤跡。
尚啓寒皺着眉觀測了一番。
又失敗了。
不過，倒也不是沒有任何收獲。
他盯上了曲之微屍體的眼睛。
這個散修幾乎講破了他大半部分的計劃，就是憑借着她那雙眼睛？
挖掉移植給下一個親傳弟子，或許能夠飛升的幾率會更大。
這樣想着，他擡起了手：“汎祭，把曲之微交給我。”
他的乖徒兒沉默許久，随後歪着頭，看向他：“不給你。”
“微微、微微是我的，”他摟緊了懷裏還留有餘溫的屍體，神經兮兮地蹭着屍體的臉頰，“微微說，要和我一直在一起，她要一直陪着我的。”
尚啓寒驚愕：“瘋了？”
他放出靈識探測，想看看對方是不是裝傻，卻沒想到汎祭的識海內一片混沌。
“果然是養不熟的下等貨。”他失望地嘆氣，“竟然如此脆弱。”
“不中用的東西。”
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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