Chapter 5 Chapter 5 “Master repeatedly told me”…
Sometimes in the dream, there was heavy snow all over the sky, and Chen Qian carried her out of the firewood pile; sometimes there was a dark alley, and Chen Qian strangled her neck, with anger surging in his usually calm eyes.
Countless figures turned around, and I couldn't help but stare at them again and again.
The picture suddenly froze, the white hem of the dress swept across the mirror, and Chen Qian said coldly: "She will be fine."
Then the mirror suddenly retracted, revealing a stunned face.
Chen Qian cut off the tracing mirror and did not respond to her request for help.
The evil spirit was as big as a mountain, and she was as small as a mustard seed, crawling on the ground without the power to fight back.
She was seriously injured and could not handle the whole situation alone. If no one came to help her, not only would her cultivation be lost, but her soul would also be damaged. At the very least, she would become stupid and confused, and at the worst, her soul would be scattered and she would never be able to reincarnate.
She didn't want to never see Chen Qian again.
He didn't want to feel relieved after her death, and finally be able to pursue his own path without being restrained by anyone, and forget about her completely from then on.
So she turned on the tracing mirror.
The Origin Tracing Mirror is Chen Qian's companion treasure. It requires the efforts of both parties to be able to communicate at any time and recreate past scenes.
The tracing mirror only reflects the hard work of her and her husband.
When she opened the Origin Tracing Mirror, she thought to herself that Chen Qian valued her after all, and perhaps even cherished her a little, otherwise how could she be the only one who could share the treasure with him.
At that time, she felt a little aggrieved, like a child who was bullied outside and went home to complain to her parents.
She said, Husband, save me.
He didn't say how dangerous the situation he was facing was, nor how scared he was, because Shen Qian didn't like the weak, and if he was too weak, it would cause him trouble.
Shen Qian frowned.
The background was filled with chaos and noise. A scream reached Yao Ning's ears through the mirror: "Master Sister's hand is broken!"
Yao Ning's heart trembled, and he looked away in another direction, and then a very close voice sounded.
The voice was a little gloomy, but very firm.
"You're being annoying."
Later, Yao Ning found out that it was the sound of a snake descending. The young master of the Southern Territory Snake Cave practiced with snakes and could smell people's emotions and even thoughts.
The picture spun and shattered, and Yao Ning suddenly opened his eyes.
What comes into view is the familiar roof, the window is open, and the wind wrapped in flower petals rushes in, mingling with the medicinal fragrance in the room.
Yao Ning stood up and walked to the window.
Wendao Peak, Piaomiao Palace, Chen Qian's Taoist temple. After marriage, she and Shen Qian lived here. At first, Chen Qian slept in the same bed with her at night, but later, from some point on, he gradually stayed in other rooms. Later, Yao Ning didn't even know whether he came back that night.
There was a knock on the door. Yao Ning was stunned. The door opened and a young disciple from Piaomiao Peak came in.
"Uncle Master, you're awake!" The young disciple placed the tray on the table. "Hurry and drink the medicine while it's hot."
Yao Ning smiled and said, "Thank you, Xianxian."
The disciple named Xianxian scratched his head awkwardly, then thought of something and said hurriedly, "Master specifically asked me to make this medicine. Master said that my uncle was seriously injured and must..."
As she spoke casually, she met Yao Ning's gaze, and as if she was seen through, her voice gradually lowered.
The young Taoist priest looked at the woman in front of him. In fact, in terms of age, Yao Ning was even younger than her. However, when cultivating immortality, time is not an issue, and the powerful strength often makes people ignore their real age.
Yao Ning entered the Nascent Soul stage early, and her appearance remained at the age of seventeen or eighteen. She looked like a pretty girl, standing in front of the window facing the wind, with a tree full of flowers reflected in it, but there was a hint of loneliness and sadness between her brows.
Xianxian's disciple is Chen Qian, and he knows his master's temperament best. Naturally, he knows that his master and his uncle Yao Ning are not on good terms.
The master doesn't care much about Yao Ning.
Xianxian had never experienced love, so she didn't know what it felt like to be unable to be loved. But when she looked at Yao Ning at this moment, she saw that although she was as fresh as a flower, she exuded a sense of decadence. She seemed to understand a little bit at once.
Xianxian lowered his head, feeling a little sad for Yao Ning. Suddenly, he remembered something and said hurriedly, "Uncle Master, Master said before he left that he would come back to see you for dinner."
Yao Ning's fingers moved, and his eyes lit up a little: "What?"
Xianxian smiled and said, "Master specifically told me again and again to take good care of my uncle, saying that he was seriously injured and would be back to treat you during dinner."
The young Taoist priest emphasized "especially" and "repeatedly" and looked at Yao Ning expectantly.
Yao Ning looked at her quietly with a faint smile.
"Thank you."
Yao Ning walked towards the medicine he had never seen before, picked it up and drank it in a few sips.
When a cultivator is injured, they usually recuperate with spiritual power, supplemented by elixirs. The medicinal soup made from spiritual plants can relieve physical pain, calm the mind, and is better than nothing.
Chen Qian would not be so meticulous.
After Yao Ning finished drinking the medicine, he said to Xian Xian, "A few days ago, you said that there was a problem with your sword moves. I happen to be free today, so why don't I help you take a look?"
The blossoming trees were tall, petals falling in a gurgling pattern. The wind blew past Yao Ning and Xian Xian beneath the trees, carrying the petals over the mountain ridge and into the main peak of Xuan Qing Sect, the Taishi Hall on Genshan Mountain.
Chen Qian's fingers moved slightly, and he took a pink and white petal, stroking it twice, and in an instant the petal disappeared like quicksand.
"Since everyone agrees that this matter is closely related to the Demon Realm, the most urgent task is to investigate each sect to see if there are people from the Demon Realm who have infiltrated. We must also intensify our training in preparation for a major battle in the future."
The leader of Xuanqing Sect and Master Kongwen of Brahma Temple sat at the top. After Master Kongwen finished speaking, the leader Gu Wuchen frowned.
"Master Kongwen is right, but I feel something is fishy about this matter. Those two demonic energies are clearly heading for my Xuanqing Sect disciples—Chu Liangxiu and Yao Ning. These two have no connection to the demon world, and they are not considered pillars of the immortal world. If the demon world wants to weaken the strength of the righteous and stir up disputes between them, and they are pretending to be so perfect, why don't they start with the major sects like the Brahma Temple and the Tianshu Sect?"
There was a lot of discussion below.
After a while, the head of the Tianshu Sect said, "My two nephews are young and talented. The Xuanqing Sect is also a famous righteous sect. I think the Demon Lord wanted to take away the two pearls of our righteous sect first as a demonstration."
Gu Wuchen frowned even more tightly.
There was a commotion in the Taishi Hall. In the final analysis, Gu Wuchen believed that his sect's disciples had been harmed, and he wanted to combine the forces of all sects to thoroughly investigate the matter of the demonic energy.
The other sects tended to protect themselves. It was already clear that the Demon Realm was responsible for this incident, so they just needed to conserve their strength for the future battle.
Chen Qian sat upright amidst the clamor, his brows cold and his emotions unrecognizable. He looked at the sect leader who had a frown on his face and shook his head gently.
Gu Wuchen then relaxed.
Each sect stood up and said goodbye. Before leaving, they said some comforting words to Gu Wuchen and Shen Qian, such as "Junior nephew is a genius and will definitely be fine", "If you have any difficulties, feel free to come to our sect. We don't have many other things in our sect, but we have a lot of elixirs, which will ensure that your two junior nephews will not fall behind"...
Under Gu Wuchen's sharp gaze, he shut up and walked away dejectedly.
"Everyone said nice things, but the one who was injured was not their disciple, so naturally they didn't feel sorry for him."
Compared to Gu Wuchen's indignation, Chen Qian was very calm. He looked at the departing figures and said, "The righteous cannot unite against the same enemy. If that Demon Lord really intends to stir up conflict, or if someone tries to disintegrate and divide the group from within, I'm afraid these people will find it difficult to protect themselves."
Gu Wuchen looked at Chen Qian: "You also think..."
"What the Sect Master is thinking is also what I am worried about." Chen Qian said, "No matter what, the most urgent thing is to make sure that the two of them are safe. They are unwilling to help. I can investigate the matter of the demonic energy myself."
The two discussed for a while, Chen Qian looked at the setting sun outside, and said goodbye to Gu Wuchen.
"Hey, where are you in such a hurry to go? I have something important to tell you, it's about Yao..."
Shen Qian walked quickly without turning his head: "I'll come over after dinner."
Chen Qian originally wanted to fly the sword, but for some reason, he felt that being so impatient was a bit disgraceful.
He closed his eyes, waited until his mood calmed down, and walked along the corridor towards Wendao Peak.
The corridor was in the air, and underground there was a sea of clouds rolling. Birds flew in formations over the treetops. There were low-level disciples scattered everywhere, some cleaning, some planting flowers and grass.
I could faintly hear a human voice.
Chen Qian turned the corner and was met by a young disciple who saluted him: "Uncle Master, Master wants you to go to Wending Peak, saying that he has something important to discuss."
Shen Qian recognized that this was Chu Liangxiu's disciple.
He hesitated for a moment and said, "Tell your master that I have something important to do today. I will go tomorrow."
The disciple was a little embarrassed: "Master said it's about..."
"I have something important to do."
Before she could finish, Shen Qian repeated it again.
The young disciple looked at Chen Qian in surprise. Although his voice was gentle, his tone did not allow for argument.
It's like impatiently reiterating what's being said to a subordinate who doesn't understand.
The young disciple was stunned for a moment, vaguely feeling that Chen Qian's haste to interrupt him was not because he was unhappy, but that the words were more like those spoken to him.
It's like, remind yourself.
Don't fall into temptation.
The young disciple bowed silently and turned to leave.
Chen Qian stood there quietly for a while. He rarely refused Chu Liangxiu, because of a promise made in his childhood, because of a habit he had developed since childhood, and perhaps also because of the secret feelings in his heart.
But in the early morning, he stayed by Yao Ning's bedside, looking at the pale face of his nominal wife and the uneasy brows that fell into her dream. As if possessed by some unknown force, he said, "I'll come back to heal you in the evening."
In fact, I have already healed my wound today.
But he somehow found a reason.
Chen Qian took a step forward.
Fortunately, Yao Ning couldn't hear it at that time. There was only a silly little disciple in the room, and he probably wouldn't talk nonsense in front of her.
It doesn't matter if it's a little late.
The mountains swallowed up the setting sun, and a bright moon appeared in the sky.
Intermittent whispers reached Shen Qian's ears. It was two lazy cleaning disciples who were hiding behind the rocks.
"...I saw it! I was watering the flowers, and the water had frozen into icicles."
"Tianchi is also filled with cold air. The brother practicing sword over there said that he almost broke his butt into four pieces when he jumped..."
There was a low chuckle.
Chen Qian thought about how he had always been aloof, and how most of his disciples felt uncomfortable seeing him, so he lowered his footsteps and passed by quietly.
After the two disciples finished laughing, they let out a long sigh.
"When will I be able to have the ability like Senior Sister?"
"Don't even think about it, that's a deity!"
"What's wrong with the transformation of the spirit? Didn't he go up? Even Senior Brother Shen couldn't transform into a spirit. Senior Sister's broken mirror is destined to be a flash in the pan."
"Even a short-lived bloom is amazing."
"That's it."
Chen Qian suddenly stopped.
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