Chapter 20: Random Thoughts "Master, is there nothing you want? ...
Xie Wuyang felt that something was wrong with Yun Wanzhou, and it was very wrong.
This was not the first time Yun Wanzhou applied medicine to Xie Wuyang. At that time, the two of them had not yet gone down the mountain, and Xie Wuyang had just been reborn.
But Xie Wuyang was not confused and remembered clearly what happened during that period.
At that time, Xie Wuyang had injured his forearm, and it was Yun Wanzhou who helped him apply medicine.
It’s just that Yun Xianzun’s technique of applying medicine at that time was obviously not very proficient, which made him feel both painful and funny. In the end, Yun Xianzun seemed to have tied a very ugly knot?
It was so ugly that even when Xie Wuyang thinks about it now, he can still smile with his teeth showing.
but……
Feeling the soothing force coming from his ears, again and again, the force of Yun Wanzhou's fingertips was so light that it could be ignored. Xie Wuyang could only feel the cool touch of the ointment and nothing else.
Until Yun Wanzhou rubbed his ear and said in a cold voice, "Okay."
"Thank you, Master." Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows.
Yun Wanzhou ignored him and put the lid on the medicine bottle.
Xie Wuyang's interest remained undiminished, his gaze fixed on Yun Wanzhou, "Master's skills have improved a lot recently. Could it be that he has been practicing secretly without telling his disciple?"
"No." Yun Wanzhou said calmly.
The cold response immediately made Xie Wuyang lose interest. He didn't delve into the issue any further and jumped off the bed.
Outside the window, the sky was already beginning to brighten. If they continued discussing this, Xie Wuyang would probably be forced to hurry on his way before he even woke up.
He had wanted to take this opportunity to concentrate his mind and take a look into his sea of consciousness, but he couldn't resist the sleepiness. When Xie Wuyang woke up again, the sun was shining brightly outside the house.
Xie Wuyang wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, but he still sweated even though it was autumn.
Xie Wuyang was woken up by the heat in this way.
Staring at the quilt in his hands, Xie Wuyang was quite puzzled.
Although he was asleep, he was not unconscious. He clearly remembered that he kicked the quilt away. How did it get on him again?
Xie Wuyang frowned, and adjusted himself to the light coming in from the window before he set his gaze on the bed where Yun Wanzhou had sat yesterday.
After his vision cleared, he realized that Yun Wanzhou was nowhere to be found there. Apart from the quilt neatly folded and placed aside, the place was empty.
In fact, that was not entirely true. Xie Wuyang's gaze suddenly paused and fell on the Broken Snow Sword leaning against the window.
The tassel of the Broken Snow Sword had been carefully trimmed and hung neatly to the side, which was somewhat similar to the meticulous appearance of its owner.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows, supported himself on the floor with his hands, used the force to stand up, and staggered towards the Broken Snow Sword.
Xie Wuyang was still somewhat curious about the spiritual weapon of Yun Xianzun, his mortal enemy in his previous life.
Even after his rebirth, when he was inseparable from Yun Wanzhou, Xie Wuyang still couldn't figure it out.
…
The news about the Nightmare Stone at Dashipo has come to an end. When Yun Wanzhou was fighting with the man in black last night, he used his spiritual power to test it and found that the man in black did have the aura of the Nightmare Stone on him.
However, the aura on this person was very weak, and even if he tried to hide it, he would not be able to do so. This also made Yun Wanzhou certain that the Nightmare Stone was no longer on the man in black.
Or maybe the person who stole the Nightmare Stone and the person who lured them into the trap were two different people.
Yun Wanzhou went out early in the morning to investigate the matter.
The result was both expected and disappointing.
Just as Xie Wuyang had expected, the man in black last night had left the big stone slope and disappeared without a trace. As for the nightmare stone, it seemed to have disappeared out of thin air since it left Lin Jinghong's secret realm, and no trace of it was found.
This brought the two people's mission to a complete standstill.
"Master, why don't you try again? Maybe you can find it this time?" Xie Wuyang frowned.
Yun Wanzhou shook his head and said, "I've tried it."
The talisman cast on the forehead has lost its effect, and no trace of the Nightmare Stone can be detected.
"What about tracking?"
"It's useless."
The two consecutive negative answers made Xie Wuyang completely troubled.
This time when he went down the mountain with Yun Wanzhou, he had originally been confidently thinking about how he would quietly take the Nightmare Stone away from Yun Wanzhou once they found it...
Unexpectedly, the two encountered an obstacle just at the beginning.
Although the piece of clothing last night allowed Xie Wuyang to confirm that the man in black was related to the succession ceremony of the leader of the Lianwu Sect, the ceremony was still more than a few months away. The direction they followed the Nightmare Stone was exactly the opposite of the Lianwu Sect, so they must not take a gamble on this.
Thinking that if he failed this time, his life might be in danger, Xie Wuyang quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind.
His eyes suddenly fell on the talisman on Yun Wanzhou's forehead. Xie Wuyang paused for a moment and suddenly thought of a solution.
"Master, I have a method that may help us find the Nightmare Stone."
Everything has its own unique aura, and tracking techniques also use this to identify the opponent's position. Unfortunately, the distance is limited, so Yun Wanzhou can't use it at the moment.
But the talisman on Yun Wanzhou's forehead was different. He could follow the breath of the Nightmare Stone from Cangqiong Mountain to Dashipo, and then follow it to other places.
However, this kind of spell is difficult to cast and will cause greater damage. In order to save time, Xie Wuyang came up with a solution -
The talisman can help the cursed person, and when the cursed person no longer needs this help, the talisman can be destroyed at any time. If the spiritual power can be preserved when removing the talisman, it can be placed on a new host to form a new talisman.
If they could transfer the talisman from Yun Wanzhou's forehead to Xie Wuyang, and at the same time inject the remaining aura of the man in black, they could change the effect of the talisman and lead them to find the man in black.
However, this method is perverse and extremely dangerous, and the talisman is on Yun Wanzhou's forehead.
Looking at Yun Wanzhou's forehead, Xie Wuyang frowned.
How should he start?
Just as Xie Wuyang was thinking, Yun Wanzhou suddenly raised his hand and drew a line on his forehead for a moment. With a slight raise of his hand, the talisman fell on Xie Wuyang's forehead.
The title of Immortal Venerable was indeed well-deserved. This method would backfire if not handled with care, but Yun Wanzhou completed the transfer effortlessly as if nothing had happened.
The talisman on the forehead lit up twice and then went out.
"Remember, keep your mind clear of distractions." Yun Wanzhou was born and reminded.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, a strange look flashed across his face, but in the end he just glanced sideways at Yun Wanzhou and concentrated on casting the spell.
He took out a piece of clothing that the man in black had left behind last night, and with a push of his spiritual power, the clothing corner instantly turned into a ball of black mist and floated into Xie Wuyang's forehead.
The more free of distractions a cultivator has while practicing, the easier it is to improve his cultivation. However, people always have desires, and even if they are not evil, there will always be things they want.
For example, choosing to become a monk.
Most people pursue immortality, a small number pursue fame, and as a result, there are few people in the world of cultivation who can truly achieve a mind free of distractions.
Even the God of Fuguang, who had already ascended to heaven, suffered a lot from his desires.
When Yun Wanzhou said the four words "no distracting thoughts", he didn't even frown. If Xie Wuyang hadn't seen the Immortal Lord five hundred years later, he would probably have been fooled.
It's ridiculous.
If he really had no distractions and renounced the worldly affairs, with Yun Wanzhou's cultivation, how could he still be unable to ascend after five hundred years, but be alone in this worldly affairs and even lose the reputation of Cangqiong Mountain?
Speaking of this, Xie Wuyang suddenly became interested. What on earth could make someone like Yun Wanzhou give up on ascension?
Relying on Yun Wanzhou's disciple's body, Xie Wuyang raised his head and grinned, asking a rather curious question, "Master, is there nothing you want?"
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