Accidental injury
The people in the Miao village erupted in chatter, talking excitedly in their Miao language.
"Isn't that the direction of the snake pit? Was that where Madam just went?"
"It seems so. What was that pale blue lightning?"
"We didn't do anything, could it be that the mountain god is angry?"
"I've lived for decades and have never seen light blue lightning in Miao territory. It doesn't seem like a mountain god. Even when a mountain god is angry, it's directed at outsiders. Diligent believers like us will be protected by the mountain god."
"May the mountain god protect you."
The pale blue orb of light relentlessly pursued him, and with thunderclaps occasionally striking from the horizon, Xu Zhixu had to dodge and weave, while the rocks at his feet would occasionally explode, emitting wisps of white smoke.
The heavy snow on the horizon had not yet stopped. Snowflakes, as white as goose feathers, fell one after another. The snow, which had not stopped all night, piled up in the mountains, forming a thick layer on the ground. Every foothold on the mountain walls was covered with a layer of fluffy white snow.
Knowing that Xu hadn't turned to look at it, she ran straight ahead and seized the opportunity to slip into a narrow cave in the mountain wall.
The pale blue light followed and entered, discovering that the cave was so small that it could only accommodate the size of an average male in a future society.
The system didn't know what Sui Zhixu was up to. Even though she was able to get in, wasn't such a cramped space just asking for trouble?
The cave was pitch black. The system only realized it had been tricked when it turned on the lights to illuminate the clay statues inside. It urgently requested to retreat, but it was too late.
"you!"
Unfortunately, before it could finish speaking, pale blue lightning struck straight into the cave, vanishing into nothingness the instant it touched the clay statue.
A bright white light shone from inside the cave, illuminating the surrounding area. The pale blue lightning gradually disappeared, vanishing completely into the sky.
The snow has stopped.
"Look, that's the mountain god!" someone in the village pointed to the distant sky.
"Welcome, Mountain God!" Instantly, the Miao people in the village knelt and kowtowed, their attitude sincere and devout.
Each shout higher than the last, the rising and falling cheers echoed across the entire mountainside of the Miao village, their loud voices reaching every corner of the landscape.
Although they didn't know where the strange lightning came from, they believed that the mountain god was there and would surely protect them.
As Xu hid beside the niche of the clay statue, he saw the system dissipate and exhale a breath of turbid air. He then stood up and knelt before the clay statue with a respectful expression.
"I kowtow to thank the mountain god for saving my life."
The Jiang tribe has fewer believers than the Shan tribe, but as the holy maiden of Miao territory, Jiang Li must perform sacrificial ceremonies every year, regardless of her true feelings. Sui Zhixu used to assist Jiang Li in organizing these ceremonies.
Lu Kou had never imagined that the mountain god revered by the Miao people would be in such a cramped cave, especially a cave halfway up the mountain, where ordinary people would have to exert a lot of effort just to get up there.
She once asked Jiang Li curiously why the Mountain God was enshrined in such a small niche. Jiang Li said she didn't know either. In the autobiographies of the saints and saints of all generations, the Mountain God was always there. If you want to trace the reason, you probably have to go back to the first person who enshrined the Mountain God. That spans several hundred years.
"Once the believer leaves, she will definitely rebuild the body of the Mountain God and repair the palace."
A vast and ethereal voice arose, without a single word, yet it was like the lingering sound of a zither, lively and far-reaching.
Even Xu Du would be embarrassed to call this cave a palace, as it was far too simple.
Fortunately, the fruits and vegetables in front of the clay statues were all fresh.
As Xu closed his eyes, he silently recited Jiang Li's prayers from the past: "All things in the world have spirits, and mortals have short lifespans. In this world, it is difficult to attain enlightenment and ascend to immortality in such a short lifespan."
The concept of "Tao" is not easy to grasp. The many joys and sorrows of the world cannot be understood by ordinary people in a short span of a hundred years.
Unlike humans, these creatures live for hundreds or even thousands of years, enduring wind and rain to temper their character. Receiving offerings from mortals further enhances their merit and spiritual cultivation. Being older than humans and receiving their worship, the vast majority of them are gentle and kind.
The consciousness of the Heavenly Way has been obscured for many years and its power is weak. The Mountain God is different; it has been worshipped by the Miao people for thousands of years and has performed immeasurable merits.
As soon as she realized this, she deliberately led people to the territory of the mountain god. After she finished praying, she got up and walked out of the cave. The mountainside was shrouded in mist, and cool white clouds clung to her exposed skin.
Despite being covered in wounds, she was worried about Jiang Li and Xin Yi in the snake cave. She circulated her inner strength and leaped into the air, her toes touching the clouds in the void, each step creating a flower-like effect.
She felt with profound clarity that Xinyi was no longer there; something from outer space had taken over her body and obliterated her soul.
As Xu gripped her twin swords tightly, her mind a jumble of thoughts, her heart utterly empty. She took a deep breath and stood up again.
The whistling sound of arrows piercing the air brushed past her ears. Sui Zhixu dodged to the side, glancing down the mountain and thinking to herself, "They're like a persistent ghost."
Could it be that the system has returned to Sima Xian's side and, in a fit of rage, wants to kill her?
As Xu dodged left and right, an arrow suddenly grazed her shoulder and embedded itself in a crevice beside her, its fletching still trembling.
There was a bloody scratch on his shoulder, and it was clear that Xu was no stranger to this kind of injury.
The rain of arrows overhead was like a swarm of locusts, so dense that it almost obscured the dawn.
Sui Zhixu cursed under his breath, stepping on the stone wall and charging upwards. The rain of arrows pursued relentlessly behind him, the crisp sound of the arrows striking the mountainside drowned out by the snow.
How many men did Sima Xian bring this time? Could there be another group lying in ambush down the mountain?
The arrows from the side pierced through the rain of arrows, passing through the middle of the arrow post and splitting the rain of arrows in two. They fell with a rustling sound, lying haphazardly in the snow.
Sui Zhixu turned her head to look, but for a moment she couldn't see where the person was. However, a voice in her heart told her that it was him.
A smile touched her eyes, but then she became worried about his situation.
Sure enough, Sima Xian's men discovered the arrow and sent a group of people to investigate.
Fan Lingzhang had planned this all along, hiding in another cave halfway up the mountain. Jiang Li had told him about this place, where she had once secluded herself for cultivation.
Xu glanced at the small group of people circling around and felt relieved for the moment; she knew where Xiao Furong was hiding.
An arrow that appeared out of nowhere broke the rain of arrows, and Sui Zhixu slashed away the remaining arrows. The two, who could not see each other, cooperated very well in silence.
She finally found a foothold on the steep mountain wall. She grabbed onto the withered vines and stood on the protruding rocks for support.
Xu was panting heavily. Every move of her swordsmanship had exhausted her inner strength. She hadn't treated any of her wounds. If this continued, she would bleed to death.
"Whoosh—whoosh—" Sui Zhixu whistled, and the long whistle resounded through the sky.
This is the back mountain of Miao territory; the Chu traveler should be able to bring people up here.
After I blew the whistle, a familiar voice suddenly came from below.
"Madam!" Chu Jiu stood in the crowd, holding Wen Ke hostage with her sword.
Sui Zhixu frowned. How did Wen Ke end up in their hands again?
Suddenly she remembered that Wen Ke's internal strength was only half of what it used to be, so even if she ran away, she could easily be taken hostage by Chu Jiu.
He repeatedly threatened her with Wen Ke.
"Whatever you want." A dark glint flashed in Sui Zhixu's eyes.
That's what she said, but her footwork betrayed her thoughts. She fumbled and the stones tumbled down the cliff.
Wen Ke showed no sense of danger with a sword held to her neck. Her expression was ashen, as if she would feel no emotion even if she were to die at any moment.
Chu Jiu was in a dilemma. The king ordered the operation, but he had taken Jin and Yin with him and left. He knew he couldn't defeat the eldest daughter-in-law.
"Did I really do it?"
No matter what I do, it's no use getting Wen Ke involved!
Her wounds were subjected to repeated, agonizing torture in the cold wind. When Sui Zhixu turned her head and met Wen Ke's eyes, she used all her strength to climb ashore.
Chu Jiu blinked and said to Wen Ke, "How could Madam really..."
“I told you it was no use. You should have known back then how much she hated me.”
Wen Ke remained expressionless, but her eyelashes trembled slightly.
She glanced up one last time, closed her eyes, and said, "Do it. They shouldn't have been here in the first place."
You see, he never imagined we would turn out like this. Why did we turn out like this?
“You disobeyed the king’s orders, and according to the rules, you should be executed on the spot. You know this. Wen Ke, we have known each other for many years, don’t blame me.” Chu Jiu’s plump body trembled slightly, and his clear and bright voice also trembled.
At the critical moment, a gust of north wind swept across the bottom of the cliff, carrying snowflakes. A dark shadow suddenly fell from the clouds, aiming at Chu Jiu like an arrow. Chu Jiu reacted quickly and turned to dodge.
Wen Ke was thrown to the ground, her hands touching the cold snow, the chill biting to the bone. She looked up in surprise at the gyrfalcon, remembering that it was Sui Zhixu's gyrfalcon.
she……
Will she actually... save her?
Inside the cave, Fan Lingzhang understood Sui Zhixu's intention and nocked an arrow, shooting it at the guards who were about to kidnap Wen Ke again.
When Hai Dongqing faced Chu Jiu, Chu Jiu's martial arts were no match for him. However, Hai Dongqing was truly formidable; its sharp beak and claws were its weapons, not to mention its powerful wings. As a gyrfalcon carefully selected by the clan for its young master, it possessed almost all the advantages of birds of prey: fierce and powerful.
As Xu lay on the edge of the cliff to rest, she was barely breathing. After only a short while, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow in her peripheral vision and had to stand up.
“Agate.” Sui Zhixu said sharply, thinking to herself that the heavens were going to kill her, and every time she was seriously injured, she would encounter the people lying in ambush.
“Lu Kou!” Agate’s expression turned ferocious. “If it weren’t for you, how could I have been poisoned by Jiang Li’s needles? Jiang Li’s methods are ruthless, and no one can cure her poison.”
Sui Zhixu raised an eyebrow, "That's right." Ah Niang would casually concoct an antidote for the complex poisons she researched and then leave it unused, often making it impossible to find.
Due to the complexity of the toxicity, even Jiang Li herself couldn't guarantee that she could concoct it again. These were all things Jiang Li did on a whim; her true interests lay only in Gu worms and antidotes, while poisons were something she only occasionally dabbled in.
"Since I can't live, then you shouldn't live either!" Agate raised her sword and charged at Sui Zhixu, completely convinced that she was going to die and determined to drag Sui Zhixu down with her.
She bled even more.
"Stop! It's just one dose of antidote. I'll have Ah Niang make another one. Why fight like this?" Sui Zhixu said, trying to stop them. He stuck his sword in the ground to support himself.
"Do you think I'll believe you?" Agate stepped forward, sword in hand.
Xu was truly caught in a dilemma. Her brows furrowed with frustration. At worst, she would just have to overdraw her inner strength again.
Xin Yi was like that before; she survived against all her enemies back then, and now that she's all alone, she can certainly survive.
The fifth move of the sword technique: The wild goose leaves its cry as it flies past.
This move differs from the previous four moves in its grand and sweeping movements. The movements are delicate and swift, like a wild goose leaving its mark, with gusts of wind behind it.
When she was young, Xin Yi felt that her mastery of internal energy was not detailed enough, so she practiced it non-stop from night to day.
As if struck by lightning, Xu passed through Agate, leaving a line of blood on her neck. Agate's pupils widened in shock, and before she could touch her neck, she collapsed, her eyes wide open until the very end.
Don't blame her, everyone wants to live.
Just as Xu Zhixu could no longer hold on, before her vision went completely black, she saw a cherry-red figure running towards her, the white jade pendant at the waist standing out conspicuously amidst the cherry-red backdrop.
Little Hibiscus...
Fortunately, she didn't leave him truly alone this time.
"Ah Ling!" Fan Lingzhang caught Sui Zhixu as she fell, and he carefully checked her breath, feeling a warm sensation.
He suddenly exhaled, "Thank goodness, thank goodness."
Fan Lingzhang held her in his arms, carefully pressing her close to his body. "Let's go home. They've arrived. Don't worry, get some sleep."
His gaze lingered on the messy wounds on her body, each one a bloody flower blooming on her clothes. His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes revealed heartache. His Ah Ling…
He should have come earlier.
Unaware of his thoughts, Sui Zhixu, who was unconscious, had her memories stretched out in her dream, and she returned to that bamboo forest.
"Excellent! With this bamboo grove, the disciples in the building will have another place to train." Xin Yi ate heartily at the newly sprouted bamboo shoots on the table, occasionally urging them on.
Lu Kou shook her head violently, silently picking up the rice. The table was covered with bamboo shoots: stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork, stir-fried cured pork, braised bamboo shoots, duck and bamboo shoot soup, pork rib and bamboo shoot soup…
Sima Xian picked up a bamboo shoot, and the next second Xin Yi filled a bowl with bamboo shoots using serving chopsticks.
Seeing this, Lu Kou quickly buried her head in her rice.
“Ah Ling will eat too.”
Lu Kou nodded, "I'm eating, I'm eating, Master is eating too."
Lu Kou raised her watery eyes, her expression gentle and refined; anyone would have to call her a good child.
Sima Xian: "..."
He decisively took a spoon and ladled a bowl of duck and bamboo shoot soup for Lu Kou. There was duck meat, but plenty of bamboo shoots.
Lu Kou gritted her teeth, while Sima Xian patted her head in a good mood, "Children should eat more to grow taller. Learn more from your master."
“That’s right, learn from Master, he’ll eat anything.” Xin Yi patted his chest, quite proud.
Lu Kou lowered her head and rubbed her forehead. Master, oh Master, how could she so lightly dismiss the past suffering?
Thinking of Xin Yi's past experiences, Lu Kou didn't want to waste the soup, so she forced herself to finish it.
After finishing the drink, Lu Kou wanted to collapse onto the table. This was the twenty-first time this month; she really couldn't stand eating bamboo shoots every day anymore.
I feel like throwing up.
Sima Xian also looked pale, and when he met the helpless looks in each other's eyes, he became even more annoyed.
“Master, I think we can sell the bamboo shoots that we can’t finish eating to the people.”
I'm fine with giving it away for free, as long as I can get rid of it.
Xin Yi felt a little sorry for him, "Then we'll have to buy other groceries."
“Then let’s go and exchange with the people.” Lu Kou suddenly raised her head and took Xin Yi’s hand.
She really didn't want to eat anymore. It was springtime, and there were plenty of other foods to eat. Compared to bamboo shoots, everything else seemed like a delicacy to her right now.
Lu Kou's eyes brightened, and her striking face softened into a gentle and elegant expression. She shook Xin Yi's hand, "Master, I don't want to eat bamboo shoots anymore."
"Wow, who knew you planted so many."
"I don't care! Look how much weight Uncle has lost. He was already thin, and if he keeps going like this, he'll become a stick." Lu Kou looked at Sima Xian. "Uncle, don't you agree?"
Sima Xian, who was mentioned, nodded in agreement, "A-Ling is right. There are too many bamboo shoots on the mountain for all the children in the building to eat. Why not use them to exchange for some other vegetables and improve our meals?"
Lu Kou nodded, and Xin Yi pursed her lips, reached out and tapped her head, jokingly scolding, "No wonder you're uncle and niece, you're both so sharp-tongued."
"Eat something else, and practice more. Also, go and teach that kid, Thirteen Sister."
"no problem!"
Lu Kou ran out. Xin Yi was frugal. She used to live a wealthy life, but her family fell into poverty. She and her twin sister lived a life of hardship, sometimes going hungry and sometimes full. Over the years, she was content as long as she had something to eat. Even now, as the owner of Tianque Tower, Xin Yi has not changed her frugal ways.
Lu Kou knew her temperament; she wouldn't have brought it up unless she really couldn't stand it.
"Thirteenth Sister! We finally won't have to eat bamboo shoots anymore!" Lu Kou ran out, saw Thirteenth Sister, and threw herself into her arms.
Thirteen Sister smiled, revealing her sweet dimples, and pretended to be troubled, saying, "Sister is going to crush me."
"Hehe." Lu Kou grabbed Thirteen Niang's face, "It's a pity, you'll have to practice with me later."
"Ah!" Thirteen Sister's face fell instantly. "No!"
"That won't do." Lu Kou grabbed Thirteen Niang's hand and strode away.
Behind her, Xin Yi leaned casually against a pillar with her arms crossed. She raised her chin and said, "Do you see any resemblance between A Ling and Jiang Li?"
She looked Sima Xian up and down, then shook her head and nodded. "Mostly not, but sometimes they are quite similar."
Sima Xian smiled faintly, "Jiang Li is a good mother. She devotes all her attention to A Ling now and is sometimes a bit indulgent."
He seemed quite distressed, "Qingyi was very distressed about this."
Xin Yi chuckled twice. "That's right. Jiang Li thinks I don't know that she goes on missions with A Ling every time. Is that what you call a mission? They're clearly just going out to have fun. All the sword techniques I honed in adversity back in the day, when I single-handedly fought the martial arts world, were just played around with by A Ling."
Sima Xian paused, then corrected her, "Perhaps we need to be more precise. Back then, you were being hunted down by the martial arts world, and it was Qingyi who rescued you from the brink of death. You only mastered the sword technique after half a year of recuperation. You were almost dead back then, how could you possibly have mastered the sword technique?"
Xin Yi's smile froze. She turned to look at him and said, "If you can't speak properly, then don't speak. You should eat bamboo shoots instead; they'll help cool you down."
This time, it was Sima Xian who was unhappy.
Xin Yi shrugged. Why bother? She picked up the wine, jumped onto a tree, and waved at him. "Go away by yourself. Don't get in my way."
Sima Xian had beautiful features, and his gentle gaze revealed a hint of helplessness. "You should drink less. It's not good for your health and it'll only lead Ah Ling astray."
"Tch, being able to drink is a skill in itself."
Sima Xian couldn't dissuade her, so he could only instruct his subordinates to keep the hangover soup warm and have it ready for her at any time.
As Xin Yi drank, she watched Lu Kou and Shisan Niang playfully bickering, her thoughts drifting far, far away. Her father came from the Xin family of Jianing, a renowned family of swordsmen in the martial arts world. Her mother also came from a martial arts family, the Qi family, known as the number one swordsman in the Jianghu.
Mother was the only daughter in the family, so she and her sister each had their own skills: one repaired knives, and the other repaired swords.
Aye made bad friends and was plotted against, leading to his death.
Xin Yi will never forget that day. The Xin family's sword manor was engulfed in flames, turning the entire sky orange-red. Her mother stuffed her and her sister into a secret passage in the artificial mountain to escape from the sword manor.
"Run!"
Her sister took her hand and ran into the secret passage. She kept looking back as her mother's face was gradually obscured by the slowly closing stone door.
Those once bright and carefree eyes became the last look, filled with the love of parting.
Xin Yi couldn't help but cry out, "Mother!"
Her older sister held her hand tightly, preventing her from running back, saying, "Little sister, hurry up and don't look back."
They were thirteen years old then.
From then on, Xin Yi and Qi Lan began to flee everywhere, trying to find their former parents' friends, but they were met with setbacks everywhere they went.
They even went so far as to reveal their whereabouts to their enemies to curry favor, attempting to eliminate them completely.
"Little sister, Uncle Yang and the others don't really want to help us. They just want the Xin family sword and the Qi family knife. We can't let them succeed!" Qi Lan gripped Xin Yi's shoulders tightly and said sternly, her eyes filled with deep sorrow.
They hid in the abandoned backyard, looking at each other from opposite sides.
"All the care my parents gave him in the past was for nothing. I really... wish I could kill him!" Xin Yi gripped the knife tightly, but the thought of overhearing their plan made her feel dejected.
"Sister, is it really possible for us to get out of here alive?"
Qi Lan smiled gently, her gaze firm. "Of course."
“It was my fault, sister. I should have realized it sooner. If he truly wanted to help us, why would he wait three years?”
"A bunch of bastards! If I survive, I will kill them all one day to avenge my father and mother." Xin Yi's eyes were filled with tears, and the pain was evident in the identical faces they saw in each other.
The entire martial arts world is at its most powerful, yet the enemy they're besieging are just two sixteen-year-old girls.
With swords and blades combined, the twin sisters Xin Yi and Qi Lan are of one mind, and their swordsmanship is superb.
"As expected of the Xin family sword and the Qi family saber, truly a fine sword and a fine saber!"
"Why struggle so hard? Just hand over your sword and knife skills honestly, and we old brothers might spare your two young ladies' lives."
Xin Yi launched into a tirade against the shorter man, "Bah! You heartless beasts! If it weren't for my mother's righteous rescue, you'd be somewhere feeding the wolves by now, the grass on your grave probably taller than you. You're such an ungrateful mother, even a dog would be more loyal than you!"
Qi Lan tugged at Xin Yi's hand, "Little sister, don't waste your breath on them. Animals don't understand human language."
"Insolence! Guards! Attack them now! Whoever kills them first, I, the sect master, will reward him with a thousand taels of silver!"
The martial arts world was vast, and even with their exceptional talent and youthful vigor, Xin Yi and Qi Lan were no match for the relentless attacks. Moreover, they had spent three years in hiding, barely surviving. How could two emaciated young women possibly withstand their combined assault?
"Sister, we're really going to die." Xin Yi, who wasn't holding the knife, gripped Qi Lan's hand tightly, her eyes closed, awaiting the final judgment of fate.
"Spare his life."
The voice was old and deep, sounding like a master in a temple. Xin Yi suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the person who had come.
With his white hair and wrinkled face, he was estimated to be around sixty years old.
"The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley, Liu Liutong?"
Xin Yi helped Qi Lan up as she fell to the ground, stared at him blankly, and waited quietly for him to continue.
With her heart pounding in her chest, Xin Yi looked down at Qi Lan only after they finished talking, her voice weak but excited, "Sister! We're saved."
The leader of the martial arts sects lingered his gaze on Liu Liutong and her sisters, saying, "For the sake of Valley Master Liu, I will spare your lives no matter what."
After all, the other party is Medicine King Valley. It's not worth offending them for the sake of two young ladies. The martial world is full of bloodshed and bloodshed. No one can say for sure when they might have to ask them for help someday.
Swordsmanship and knife skills may become even better in the future.
Qi Lan's smile was bleak, and Xin Yi's heart skipped a beat. "Sister, what's wrong? Don't scare me, we're already saved."
"Don't worry, I'm just a little tired." Qi Lan got up with Xin Yi's help. Apart from being pale, she really looked fine.
Qi Lan walked up to Liu Liutong, took Xin Yi's hand, and thanked him together.
Before she could finish speaking, Qi Lan's body collapsed straight down.
"elder sister!"
Xin Yi caught Qi Lan's body; she was as light as a sheet of paper, as if she would be carried away by the wind at any moment.
Liu Liutong quickly took her pulse, his brows furrowing. "Quickly return to Medicine King Valley with me."
Xin Yi found it difficult to describe her feelings at the time. The initial joy of being rescued was scattered and fragmented, leaving only bewilderment and helplessness.
She was born on the same day as Qi Lan, and she truly seemed like an older sister in the conventional sense—gentle, generous, and doting on her. Under her tutelage, Xin Yi's personality became even more unrestrained and flamboyant.
She never once imagined that her sister would leave her first.
Qi Lan is going to die.
She's going to die.
Unseen by her, Qi Lan suffered countless injuries over three years. The peace Xin Yi saw during those three years of fleeing was bought with Qi Lan's blood. Qi Lan kept it all a secret from her each time, and over time, her body was completely depleted.
"Why? Why! Aren't you the master of Medicine King Valley? Aren't you Liu Liutong, known in the martial arts world as the number one divine doctor? How could you not save her..."
As Xin Yi spoke, tears streamed down her face. Qi Lan, half asleep and half awake, gripped her hand tightly. "Little sister, you mustn't speak to your savior like that."
"But you're going to die! How could you die?" Xin Yi shouted, kneeling in front of the bed, while Liu Liutong behind her was also filled with sorrow.
He had once received kindness from their parents. Medicine King Valley was isolated from the world. He had only left the valley because his apprentice was getting married, but he never expected that he would be separated from his benefactor by death.
“My apprentice is more skilled in medicine than I am; perhaps he has a way to save Lady Qi.”
With tears blurring her vision, Xin Yi asked, "Who is it?"
"Yang Su of Chang'an has made a name for himself in the martial arts world and is known as the Immortal Physician."
Chang'an?
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Xin Yi had just arrived in Chang'an when she learned that Yang Su had disappeared and had run away from his arranged marriage.
Yang Su was originally a young master from a family of imperial physicians in Chang'an. As a child, he entered the Medicine King Valley to study medicine. After he came of age, his family arranged a marriage for him and summoned him back to Chang'an to get married. It was because of this that Liu Liutong decided to go down the mountain with his disciple.
He learned of the news midway and told Yang Su to go back first to be the groom, since the auspicious time could not be delayed. His original intention was to rescue the Xin Yi sisters halfway before going to Chang'an, but he did not expect that his disciple would run away from the wedding.
Liu Liutong felt a deep headache. He was already old, and he never expected that his disciple would do such a rebellious thing, abandoning his bride and running away on the eve of their wedding!
He's just making things worse!
Xin Yi never expected that the hope she had just ignited would be shattered again.
Qi Lan took Xin Yi's hand and said half-jokingly, "It seems that everything is predestined."
“What destiny or what destiny! I don’t believe it.” Xin Yi turned her head away, refusing to let Qi Lan see the tears welling up in her eyes. “There are so many people in the world, I don’t believe there’s only one Yang Su. There must be others.”
Qi Lan didn't speak, but urged Xin Yi to practice swordsmanship. She didn't want to practice, but when she met Qi Lan's eyes, she still picked up Qi Lan's Peach Blossom Wine.
Taoyuan Zui is the collective name for two swords: one is Zui Chunfeng (Drunken Spring Breeze), and the other is Taoyuan Jian (Peach Blossom Spring). Both names were given by Xinyi. Her father once said she was being silly, that the older sister should choose her own sword, not let the younger sister do it.
Qi Lan always accepted everything from Xin Yi with a smile, but now Peach Blossom Drunkenness has truly become a sword in her hand.
The following spring, Chang'an was filled with peach blossoms, but Xin Yi still couldn't find a doctor comparable to Yang Su. Liu Liutong had been helping Qi Lan recuperate, but the illness was like pulling silk from a cocoon, let alone for someone as bottomless as her.
"Sister, the peach blossoms are in bloom. Shall I bury another jar of peach blossom wine this year?"
Qi Lan lay on the chair, her eyes closed, serene and peaceful. Peach blossoms drifted down from the tree, landing on her hand. Xin Yi stepped forward, picked up a petal, and continued to softly call her name.
"Sister? Why have you been sleeping so much lately? You scared me to death yesterday." Xin Yi squatted down beside Qi Lan's recliner. This time, no matter how she called her, she didn't wake up.
Lying on the tree, Xin Yi recalled this moment and looked at Lu Kou and Shisan Niang in the distance. Every move Shisan Niang made was like A Ling's, and every move she made had A Ling's shadow, just like her and Qi Lan.
Qi Lan is gone. What she buried under the peach tree that year was not peach blossom wine, but her sister.
The peach blossoms in the mountain temple bloom late, and April is still filled with peach blossoms, which happens to be their birthday.
Yes, their birthdays were just a month away, but she left us first.
After that, she switched to practicing dual swords, challenged all the martial arts masters, killed her old enemies and escaped, but was picked up by Gu Qingyi who happened to be passing by, leaving her on the verge of death.
As luck would have it, the imperial physician Gu Qingyi invited was Yang Su. A year later, he not only returned but also reunited with the woman he had run away from back then.
Everything happened so unexpectedly.
After recovering, Xin Yi repeatedly studied the martial arts techniques of the Xin and Qi families, creating an improved version of the Xin family sword technique, which became famous throughout the martial arts world.
In public, Xin Yi uses a sword; in private, she uses a knife.
More than a decade has passed, and Tianque Tower has become a major sect in the martial arts world, with countless disciples.
Xin Yi is not only a skilled martial artist, but also has intricate connections with powerful figures in Chang'an, making her someone no one in the martial arts world dares to provoke.
Xin Yi leaned against the tree, listening to Lu Kou instructing Shisan Niang, "You have to pick these. Do it like this, follow me."
Whether Thirteen Sister was a step slower or faster than Lu Kou, in Xin Yi's hazy, drunken eyes, Thirteen Sister foolishly followed Lu Kou's movements. Seeing that Lu Kou did not sheathe her sword, she secretly mimicked her movements again.
How similar they are.
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