Chapter 59 Lingyu Sword Technique
Players thought that the next fantasy would continue Zi Yi's story, but unexpectedly the scene switched directly to another area.
A blood-red moon hung high in the sky, and the forest was pitch black. A dilapidated temple could be vaguely seen at the foot of the mountain. Surrounding the temple was a cracked bluestone road, its cracks covered with moss.
Crimson: "Oh my goodness, the wind is blowing, it's like the start of a horror movie!"
Song Mu: "Could it be the Lanruo Temple copy?"
Shui Jing Zhu: "Even if you don't know the characters of the world of immortal cultivation, you can at least count. This plaque clearly has four characters on it."
As she spoke, she pushed the others aside and walked in.
Shenhong followed behind, nagging, "Sister Shui, if you just barge in like that, you wouldn't survive more than three seconds in a horror movie."
Shui Jing Zhu was helpless, "It's just an illusion, and we have to believe in science."
Shen Hong: "But there really are ghosts in the world of immortal cultivation!"
Song Mu was scared. "If a ghost appears soon, can I hold you? I'm a little scared of it."
Crimson: "I'm scared too, brother!"
As they walked towards the temple, a cold wind blew behind them, causing leaves to swirl around the plaque.
[Ming Yue Jun Temple]
As soon as he walked in, Song Mu stuck to Shenhong, rubbing and squeezing her, making Shenhong very impatient. She couldn't push him away, nor could she get rid of him. Song Mu was like a chewed gum, sticking to Shenhong.
Crimson: "Are you that scared?"
Song Mu: "If you're not afraid, why are you grabbing my hand? Can't a crow standing on a pig see that it's black?"
Shui Jing Zhu does not believe in ghosts and gods, nor is he afraid of them.
Unlike the two male players, she walked casually in the dilapidated outer courtyard, admiring the outer wall structure and the winding ivy.
This temple has been in ruins for who knows how many years, with collapses everywhere. When Shui Jingzhu stepped on the bluestone bricks, he could feel the unique softness of humus. It must be the wind that blew the fallen leaves in, and then they rotted in the yard, turning into softer black ashes.
Shui Jing Zhu walked towards the main hall, and only when he went deeper did he find that the structure of the hall was too luxurious. Even though the main buildings had been broken and collapsed over the years, the towering dome and the giant solid-color stone statue standing in the center were enough to prove its former glory.
Shui Jing Zhu was looking up, and in front of him was an extremely tall white jade statue. After years of erosion, the lines carved on the white jade had cracked and climbed all the way, and the broken lines gathered on the waist of the statue.
Shui Jing Zhu wanted to see the face of the stone statue clearly, so she stepped back step by step.
The silky long skirt, wide sleeves, the peach blossom jade pendant at the waist, and the collar made her retreat several steps, only to suddenly discover that the stone statue had no face!
This is a faceless statue of a woman!
Shui Jing Zhu took a deep breath. This temple was dedicated to this woman, right? Why wasn't her face carved into it?
Looking at the stone statue in front of him, she has a dignified demeanor and gorgeous clothes. Her hands are clasped together, pressing down a long sword, as if suppressing something. The full moon behind her head makes her look even more solemn and unapproachable.
If Jian Shiyuan stood next to Shui Jing Zhu, she would definitely introduce her to her as the Mad Emperor's sister, Lady Mingyue, and this is the Mingyue Temple where Lady Mingyue is enshrined.
Shui Jingzhu stared at the stone statue for a long time, until Shenhong and Song Mu came in, then she looked away.
Crimson: "We looked everywhere, but there's no one."
Song Mu added: "There are no ghosts either."
Shui Jing Zhu frowned slightly, "Then wait a moment, the plot should be about to begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "boom" in the sky, and a strong wind blew up. Countless leaves were picked up by the wind and twisted into a ball.
Song Mu was startled and shrank back.
Shenhong joked, "When rain falls on a deserted temple, something bad will happen. The monster will come out of its cave."
Shui Jing Zhu looked at the gloomy sky, stretched out her hand, and felt a drop of rain falling into her palm. She looked up, and the rain suddenly poured down, crackling and hitting the ground.
In just a moment, the sky darkened completely and the rain continued, as if an invisible hand covered the deserted temple. Shui Jingzhu felt depressed. It was dark inside and outside the temple, and she was trapped in darkness.
Suddenly, a little light flickered in the distance.
Shui Jing Zhu strained to gaze out. The light was soft, hidden in the heavy rain, like a lantern on the water, rising and falling with the wind and waves. The light was approaching, getting closer and closer.
Shui Jing Zhu vaguely saw a blurry figure walking towards them through the rain.
The man was tall and slender, and his movements were slow. Song Mu was very afraid of ghosts, and seeing someone approaching from the darkness should have frightened him, but there was no fear in his heart, only tranquility, as if he were waiting for a punctual friend.
When the man came closer, the players realized that it was the young man Jian Shiyuan.
The rain fell and rolled down the umbrella. He held a copper lamp in his right hand and walked slowly towards them.
His cheeks were immersed in the light, and were covered with moisture, like warm jade from mutton fat. Following the dim light, one could see his straight nose and jade-like chin. His features were extremely beautiful, hidden in the rain curtain, against the backdrop of the night, like a blooming Epiphyllum ruby that was ravaged by a sudden downpour.
It was also the first time that Song Mu felt such a contradictory temperament. The young man Jian Shiyuan was handsome and fragile. When he raised his eyes, although he had no expression, his eyes seemed to be full of affection.
They moved with the young man Jian Shiyuan. Raindrops slid down the umbrella onto his shoulders, wetting one corner. His pure white robe moved with him, leaving behind a string of water droplets.
The young man Jian Shiyuan put away his umbrella and looked up to meet Shenhong's eyes. Shenhong found that the eyes were bright and lively, and he was not blind yet.
Crimson: "Master"
Before he could say anything, a strong wind blew up, whoosh—hiss—and blew down a window. The wooden window had been in disrepair for a long time, and the inside was hollowed out by insects. When it hit the ground, it raised a cloud of dust.
Song Mu was startled and hid behind the young man Jian Shiyuan. Jian Shiyuan's back was straight and his long hair was slightly damp. His figure was elongated by the dim light of the lantern. Song Mu hid in his shadow and felt very safe.
Perhaps because he was nervous and relaxed, Song Mu did not notice the dark shadow that flashed by the window.
The young man Jian Shiyuan's expression turned cold, and he frowned slightly, but the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile familiar to the players. Song Mu was very close and could feel the change in Jian Shiyuan's mood.
He restrained his breath for a moment, closed his eyes, opened them again, drew his sword, clang -
Crimson yelled, "Something's approaching!"
Shui Jing Zhu couldn't help but move closer to the young man Jian Shiyuan. Staying next to the sect leader made her feel safe.
The players followed the young man Jian Shiyuan like quails. The young man Jian Shiyuan did not move. He held his sword and waited.
call.
There were heavy footsteps, something approaching.
Sudden!
A black hand was clinging to the broken window. A faint light was lit in the darkness, illuminating only the outline of a dark shadow. It was a huge monster with horns on its head, half the height of a building. At this moment, a pair of green eyes like copper bells were staring at the only living person in the hall - the young man Jian Shiyuan.
Crimson: "Holy crap! This monster would be a mid-game boss in other games, but why is it released so early in the Immortal Demon World? Will the Sect Master be beaten badly? The Sect Master will definitely be beaten badly."
Shui Jing Zhu: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."
Song Mu: "It's so big, so tall, and it's drooling. So disgusting."
The young man Jian Shiyuan remained motionless. He stood in the dim light, his lips a soft cherry pink, looking amiable and lovely.
The monster stretched out its dark, thick arms, its movements stiff and slow, its blue blood vessels bulging, each one beating like a heart.
Song Mu felt nauseous. This monster looked like a sea cucumber that had been soaked in water for half a month. Its body was unhealthily swollen and pale, and a fishy smell hit his nose. He felt like he was going to vomit.
The dirty and terrifying black hand stretched out towards the young man Jian Shiyuan, but he remained indifferent. Just when Song Mu was about to lose patience, the young man Jian Shiyuan suddenly raised his eyes with a smile on his face.
“Zheng——”
There was a sound of sword ringing and breaking air in the darkness. Shui Jingzhu was closer to the monster. Before she could react, she saw the jade-like face of the young man Jian Shiyuan passing above her head. The long sword in his hand was like a silver moon, and the cold sword reflected the light of the lantern, flashing dazzlingly.
The young man Jian Shiyuan raised his arm, and his sword was like a crescent moon, emitting a bright glow.
cut!
With just one sword, the huge and terrifying ghost was trembling as if its lifeblood was pinched. Its skin burned and contracted, and a ball of ghost fire suddenly shot out of its green eyes and burned in its eye sockets.
The young man, Jian Shiyuan, remained expressionless, his smile only deepening. He gripped the longsword tightly with interest. Shui Jingzhu's pupils constricted as she watched the Sect Master step forward, leap into the air, and pierce the demon's crown with his sword. Half-kneeling on top of the demon's head, he exerted a slight force, plunging the entire length of the sword into the demon.
The ghost howled fiercely, and its body shattered like a mirror. The young man Jian Shiyuan fell to the ground, stood up, drew out his sword, and swung it nonchalantly.
The battle was fast, clean, and perfect, leaving all the players present stunned.
Shui Jing Zhu sneered: "Beat up the sect leader?"
Song Mu also sneered: "The Sect Master will definitely be beaten badly?"
Shen Hong blushed and argued like Kong Yiji, "I was just guessing based on common sense. Our leader is cheating, so he must be safe and sound."
As he spoke, he looked at the young man Jian Shiyuan, preparing to think of some eulogy to sing praises to the sect master to ease the awkward atmosphere.
After killing the enemy, the young man Jian Shiyuan had a dull expression, without a trace of joy.
He looked out the broken window, at the endless curtain of rain.
Shenhong's heart was moved, and he instantly lost interest in expressing himself. He looked at the wet hair of the young man Jian Shiyuan and closed his mouth silently.
Shui Jing Zhu also stared out the window, frowning, "There are still a bunch of monsters outside."
Song Mu was puzzled, "Where did these monsters come from?"
Before the players could wonder, a burst of hurried footsteps interrupted their thoughts.
A group of people rushed into the hall, their clothes stained with blood and their steps weak. The leader among them was a middle-aged bearded man with short limbs and a square face. As soon as he entered the door, his eyes were fixed on the young man Jian Shiyuan. He held a long knife stained with blood and pointed it at the young man Jian Shiyuan.
The young man, Jian Shiyuan, had a gentle expression, unmoved by the knife pointed at him. He stood in the dimness, a bewitching glow shrouding him, like a jade statue of a beautiful woman, even more vivid and beautiful than the one standing in the main hall.
The middle-aged man had never seen such a beautiful man before, and his suspicions grew even stronger. He whispered, "Are you a human or a ghost?"
The young man, Jian Shiyuan, remained silent. His gaze passed over the group of people and stopped at the child in the woman's arms. His eyes softened slightly, perhaps because he was afraid that a quarrel would scare the child. He said slowly, "Of course it's a human."
Shen Hong didn't have the good temper of the young Jian Shiyuan. She cursed angrily, "Didn't you bastards lead the monster here? Stay outside and don't drag others down."
Song Mu was also angry, "You actually pointed a knife at the Sect Master, is that polite?"
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