Chapter 77 Mother "Mother... I'm hungry and want to eat peach blossom cakes. ...
In Xie Wuyang's memory, there is very little warmth.
What impressed him most was the peach blossom pastry that Mrs. Xie made for him in the mountain cottage.
At that time, Xie Wuyang didn't even know his father existed. He would climb trees to pick bird eggs and go to the river to catch fish and shrimps every day, and he could be happy all day long by himself.
This was indeed dangerous for a child of three or four years old, and Mrs. Xie scolded him many times for it.
Xie Wuyang never took it to heart and forgot about his mother's admonition the next day.
If you often walk by the river, you will get your feet wet. Later, on an unknown occasion, Xie Wuyang took off his clothes to catch fish, but the fabric leaked water too slowly and he fell into the river.
It was deep winter and the river water was icy cold. Fortunately, the water was not rushing, and Mrs. Xie, who happened to be washing clothes, saw the fish and fished it out.
Xie Wuyang shivered in his wife's arms, his face flushed red from the cold, and he couldn't speak clearly, "Mother, mother..."
Madam Xie raised her hand and hit him twice, scolding him, "How many times have I told you not to go to the river? You just won't listen! What will I do if something happens to you?"
Mrs. Xie's eyes were red and her voice was trembling, "You are the only one I have left..."
It was the coldest time of the year and Xie Wuyang was soaked all over. Mrs. Xie hugged him and cried for a long time.
It lasted so long that Xie Wuyang's neck felt sore and his clothes were covered with ice.
Xie Wuyang felt extremely upset, regretting that he shouldn't have gone to the river to play and made his mother worry for no reason.
His stomach growled twice, breaking the silence between the two. Xie Wuyang raised his head and patted Madam Xie on the back, "I only have mother."
"Mother..." Xie Wuyang called her softly, "I'm hungry. I want to eat peach blossom pastry."
Xie Wuyang curled his eyes and added, "My mother did it."
…
In the secret realm, the disciples of the immortal sect stood in a circle around Xie Wuyang.
Yun Wanzhou frowned and checked Xie Wuyang's pulse.
"Master, what happened?" Fu Zhitao looked anxious.
"It's the venom of the golden-eyed snake." Yun Wanzhou's face darkened slightly.
"Snake venom?" Fu Zhitao's face turned pale.
Xu Pingsheng was silent for a long time. "Is there any medical treatment?"
Yun Wanzhou released Xie Wuyang's wrist, "Angelica dahurica, Perilla frutescens, Spiritual Grass, and Forgetful River Flower."
Ji Yao breathed a sigh of relief, "They are just some common herbs."
Xu Pingsheng pondered for a moment, his expression solemn, "Although it is common, you and I are now trapped in a secret realm and cannot obtain it."
"Isn't this Immortal Venerable Youyun? The Immortal Venerable must be..."
"I am a puppet now."
The host's soul can reside in the puppet, which looks exactly the same and is often used to deceive people.
However, this puppet also has its drawbacks, which is that it has no cultivation and cannot use spiritual power.
Ji Yao's pupils widened and he looked suddenly at Yun Wanzhou.
Yun Wanzhou quickly tapped the acupoint on Xie Wuyang's abdomen with his index finger. He raised his eyes to look at Xu Pingsheng, his deep pupils revealing no emotion. "Two inches above the abdomen. Pingsheng, gather the spirit."
Xu Pingsheng didn't have time to think about it, and followed the order and sealed Xie Wuyang's meridians.
It blocks spiritual power, seals qi and blood, and prevents venom from invading, but it is not a long-term solution.
After making sure that Xie Wuyang's life was not in danger for the time being, Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyes and stood up, but suddenly felt his sleeves tighten as if being grabbed by something.
Xie Wuyang's brows were tightly closed, he was unconscious, his lips moved slightly, "Su..."
Yun Wanzhou's eyes flickered slightly, and he softened his voice unconsciously, "What?"
"Peach Blossom Cake..."
There is a huge storm outside the country, but the wind has stopped and the noise has subsided inside the country.
Yun Wanzhou frowned, looking slightly stunned.
I went to the mountains when I was six years old, and it has been eleven years since then.
He couldn't even remember...when his apprentice fell in love with peach blossom pastry.
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When Xie Wuyang woke up, it was already dark.
The fire caused by the talisman illuminated most of the barrier. Disciples from various sects gathered together in groups of three or four, some meditating, some closing their eyes to rest.
Xie Wuyang moved his body and found that the pain in the wound had eased a lot. He lifted up his clothes and saw that the cloth strips were wrapped around his waist and abdomen several times, with an ugly knot tied on one side.
Xie Wuyang was distracted for a moment, and when he turned his gaze, he caught a glimpse of Yun Wanzhou sitting beside him.
A few drops of bright red blood on the snow-white robe were eye-catching.
Xie Wuyang paused and raised his eyelids.
His brows were tightly closed and his lips were long.
The firelight cast a warm yellow glow on his face, making Yun Wanzhou look calm and gentle.
Compared to when he is awake, he is more approachable.
Xie Wuyang inappropriately thought of Yun Xiaowu in his dream.
Innocent, free and indulgent.
It seemed like several years, and he had never seen Yun Wanzhou like this.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but raise his hand to touch Yun Wanzhou's hair. When he was about to touch it, he suddenly met a pair of dark eyes.
"woke up?"
Xie Wuyang's eyes flickered, and his hand moved, landing on the barrier behind Yun Wanzhou. He never thought that this action would directly hold Yun Wanzhou in his arms.
It was so close that when Xie Wuyang lowered his head, he could even see the tiny hairs on Yun Wanzhou's face.
Xie Wuyang's hand that was supporting the barrier suddenly tightened and he pulled it back.
"Hmm." Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple moved, and he looked away calmly, "Thank you, Master."
Noticing the distance between Xie Wuyang's movements, Yun Wanzhou frowned, "The snake venom in your body has not been cleared yet, so don't use your spiritual power recklessly."
Xie Wuyang nodded, "Okay"
"Wait until tomorrow, and we'll find a way to break the formation."
Xie Wuyang: "Yeah."
Yun Wanzhou's brows furrowed even tighter. "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Xie Wuyang shook his head, "No more."
Yun Wanzhou's face darkened. "If it's gone, just go to sleep."
After saying that, he stopped looking at Xie Wuyang, turned around and turned his back to him.
The robe outlined the slender figure, and Xie Wuyang's gaze fell from the vaguely visible shoulder blades to the waist.
Under the gold belt, the waistline is slender, long and soft.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but think of the few times they had fought in their previous life.
He remembered that Yun Wanzhou could bend his waist very deeply, and his sword was as fast as a flying wild goose, capable of taking souls and lives.
When the first ray of morning light rose, Xie Wuyang moved his numb neck and turned around in frustration.
After sitting there all night, he felt like he was going crazy.
…
"How many sword practitioners are there among the disciples present?" Yun Wanzhou glanced coldly at the crowd.
When it comes to life and death, the only way is to save yourself.
Out of more than one hundred disciples, twenty-eight stood up.
Except for Yun Wanzhou, Xu Pingsheng had the highest cultivation level among them, with twenty people reaching the Golden Elixir stage and seven people reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.
The barrier that seals the secret realm is extremely powerful and difficult to break.
If you want to get out, it is best to attack the sword cultivator.
Ji Yao started drawing talismans the moment he woke up, and he had no idea how many he had drawn. Later, he stuffed a bundle of talisman paper into each sword cultivator's hand, his expression solemn. "The functions of these talismans are similar. You can use them all when breaking the formation to enhance your cultivation and help you."
Xu Pingsheng gripped the sword with both hands and pushed it forward. "Thank you."
Of the five hundred disciples, only half gathered here.
Monsters and beasts are rampant in the secret realm, and those people don’t know whether they are still alive.
Everyone gathered in front of the barrier, and the Peach of Fortune set up an array underground.
Xie Wuyang is unable to use his spiritual power now. If he wants to open the barrier, the easiest way is to break it with another formation.
The spiritual power was drawn on the ground through the fingers and disappeared from sight in a short while.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Zhi Tao stopped what he was doing and curled his fingertips. "One last stroke left."
After these words were spoken, the disciples who had appeared to be at ease just now could no longer pretend to be calm.
"Today, today, if I really die here, will I be recorded in the annals of heroes and martyrs of the cultivation world?"
"If I'm already dead, what's the point of having a good reputation?"
"If I had known this would happen, even if my master beat me to death, I would not have come to participate in this wax apple competition."
Hearing the discussions behind him, Fuzhitao seemed to be scared and squatted on the ground with his neck shrunk.
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