Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Senior Brother Combs Hair
Song Chenxi picked up the sword and wanted to chop the rat off with one blow, but then he changed his mind and followed the rat, only to see it slip into a small hole in the corner like a loach and disappear.
"Get down! The rat ran away." Song Chenxi said to Ruan Mingyu who was still clinging to him.
"Really? Don't lie to me?" Ruan Mingyu stood up in shock.
When Song Chenxi was walking, he stepped on a stone and it made a noise. Ruan Mingyu was like a frightened bird and immediately hid behind him.
Seeing his timid appearance, Song Chenxi couldn't help but chuckle. He followed the traces to the small hole where the mouse had escaped. Since the mouse was able to survive, then starting from the small hole, he should be able to find clues to its escape.
He was about to cast a spell to blow open the hole, but as soon as he started to chant the spell, he realized that there was no spiritual energy flowing in his body. The only spiritual energy he had left was already used up to make an ice pack for Ruan Mingyu.
Ruan Mingyu asked, "Brother, have you found a way out?"
Song Chenxi nodded, then poured a bucket of cold water on him: "Don't be too happy too soon. With our current abilities, we can't break through the hole at all."
Ruan Mingyu has always been optimistic: "As long as I can get out, that's fine."
The hole is so small that only something as big as a mouse can get in.
Song Chenxi thought of a way, which was to store the spiritual power in the talisman, and when the power accumulated to a certain level, he could blow open the cave entrance.
My spiritual power only recovers a little bit every day. I wonder when I can succeed?
Unable to leave, the two could only continue to live in the cave.
A normal person would not be able to survive in such an environment, but Song Chenxi and Ruan Mingyu were not normal. Ruan Mingyu would chatter with his eyes open and fall asleep with his eyes closed, while Song Chenxi would practice all the time.
If it were a normal person, he would go crazy sooner or later.
Song Chenxi's abilities are limited, and the amount of spiritual power he can recover every day is also limited.
He shifted his gaze to Ruan Mingyu who was sleeping soundly. If two people practiced together, it would definitely be twice the result with half the effort.
Song Chenxi woke Ruan Mingyu up and said to him, "You slept soundly. Get up and practice sword fighting with me."
Ruan Mingyu opened his eyes lazily: "I don't want to."
"Don't you want to practice or don't you want to go out?" Song Chenxi pulled Ruan Mingyu up without saying a word and stuffed a sword into his hand.
"From now on, you will practice swordplay with me and cultivate together."
Ruan Mingyu pointed at himself: "Me?"
Song Chenxi: "What else?"
Ruan Mingyu: "Okay..."
Ruan Mingyu was forced by him to start his training. He learned very quickly and could learn the sword moves well after watching them twice, which made Song Chenxi look at him with admiration.
It was just too early to be impressed. After only a few days of training, Ruan Mingyu complained that his hands hurt when he held the sword: "Brother, my hands hurt. I can't hold the sword anymore."
Song Chenxi was a strict senior. He smiled coldly, "It's no use acting like a spoiled child. It's only been a short while. Keep going."
Ruan Mingyu persisted for a while, but he couldn't bear it anymore and stayed aside, refusing to move.
Song Chenxi walked over with a cold face and tried to pull him up. As soon as he touched his hand, Ruan Mingyu cried out in pain.
Song Chenxi looked down and saw that Ruan Mingyu's hands were all rubbed raw. He had been spoiled since he was young and had never done any rough work. There was no callus on his hands, and his skin was delicate, so it was naturally painful for him to be rubbed by the sword.
It's not that Ruan Mingyu couldn't bear this little hardship, but he felt that what he learned was of little use. He had no intention of cultivating immortality. In addition, the old man Sanqing said that he would not live long, so he just wanted to live a life of idleness and wait for death.
Song Chenxi squatted down, knelt on one knee, and gently took his hand. Ruan Mingyu looked at him blankly: "What are you doing?"
But he took out medicine and applied it on his hands.
The ointment felt a little stinging when it was first applied, and Ruan Mingyu couldn't help but withdraw his hand, but he was held tightly by his wrist to prevent him from moving.
Ruan Mingyu hissed, "It hurts."
"You endure the pain." Song Chenxi said, "How could Chen Yanyuan train you to be like this? You can't bear any hardship."
"Can you please not mention him?" Ruan Mingyu's eyelashes were covered with tears. He looked at Song Chenxi applying medicine to himself with tears in his eyes. "Brother, are you okay?"
Song Chenxi met his eyes, wiped away his tears with his fingertips, and said teasingly, "You're useless. You're crying already."
Ruan Mingyu turned his head away: "I cry for my own sake, it doesn't bother you."
Ruan Mingyu tried to pull her hand back from his palm, but couldn't budge. Song Chenxi stopped her, saying, "I just put some medicine on you, don't touch it."
Ruan Mingyu said "Oh".
Song Chenxi added, "You don't have to practice sword for the next two days."
Ruan Mingyu's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Song Chenxi took out a manual and said, "I have an introductory manual on alchemy here. Take a look."
Ruan Mingyu took the two books he gave him and started flipping through them.
Song Chenxi said, "But you have to see for yourself. I know nothing about alchemy, so it's no use asking me."
Why did Song Chenxi carry the book with him if he had no interest in alchemy? Although the content was complicated, Ruan Mingyu took a closer look and found it not difficult.
There is no day or night in the cave, and the lighting is entirely dependent on the night pearls inlaid on the wall by Song Chenxi. Ruan Mingyu has no idea how many years have passed in the cave, and there is nothing else he can do except practice. Ruan Mingyu would chat with Song Chenxi when he had nothing to do, talking about everything under the sun. Fortunately, although Song Chenxi had a strange temper and spoke in a sarcastic tone, they were still able to chat, so life was not so boring.
But he was reluctant to reveal his past, and every time he started talking, he would start a sword lecture. Ruan Mingyu was outspoken, and Song Chenxi knew him thoroughly.
He knew that Ruan Mingyu was the youngest child in the family and was the most loved one. Ruan Mingyu had no big ambitions and just wanted to eat and drink his fill and wait for death. His attitude towards life was to just not starve to death.
In the past, Ruan Mingyu thought Song Chenxi was always dressed up every time he went out. Now that it was just the two of them here, Song Chenxi was still the same, with no wrinkles on his clothes and his hair combed neatly.
In contrast, Ruan Mingyu was like a savage, with messy hair that he didn't even comb. Every day, Song Chenxi would wake him up to practice sword for a while, and then he would go to sleep.
Song Chenxi couldn't bear it anymore, so he pulled him over and wanted to comb his hair.
Ruan Mingyu held his chin with his hand: "There's really no need. It will get messy soon."
Song Chenxi: "I can't stand it."
He took off Ruan Mingyu's hairband and combed her hair into a high ponytail. From his perspective, Ruan Mingyu's eyes were amber-colored, with drooping corners, making her look innocent and pitiful.
He seemed to have discovered something, and lifted Ruan Mingyu's chin to look around: "Actually, we are not alike at all."
Ruan Mingyu puffed up his cheeks and said, "Your last name is Song, and mine is Ruan. We weren't from the same family eight hundred years ago, so we shouldn't be related."
Song Chenxi smiled and said, "That's true."
Ruan Mingyu asked, "Brother, how long have we been here?"
Song Chenxi: "I don't know, maybe a few days, maybe a few months or even a few years."
“…” What’s the difference between saying it and not saying it?
Ruan Mingyu asked again: "There are many people in the sect who like you. Have you ever been tempted by anyone?"
Song Chenxi stared at him with a half-smile: "Of course there is."
Ruan Mingyu: "..." Why did he ask such a shameless question? Now, he was teasing her again.
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Ruan Mingyu could accept it if he and Song Chenxi were the only two people left in the cave, but that damn rat kept coming out of the hole to look at them.
No one knew what the mouse ate, but it grew into a huge body, as fat as a cat.
Ruan Mingyu was frightened every time and screamed, holding Song Chenxi and refusing to let go.
Ruan Mingyu felt that Song Chenxi might be a little afraid of mice, otherwise he would not be able to kill the mice every time he took out his sword.
The rat came to the door again. Ruan Mingyu hid behind Song Chenxi and put his hands on his neck: "Brother, if you are afraid of rats, just say it directly. You won't kill the rat even if you have a sword."
Song Chenxi's eyes were full of teasing: "I'll give you the sword, you come."
Ruan Mingyu retracted his head: "Forget it, you should do it."
There was no concept of time in the cave. Ruan Mingyu felt like he had been here for at least a year, and he seemed to have grown a little taller. Ruan Mingyu and Song Chenxi had become familiar with each other, so he leaned directly on his shoulder and said lazily, "Brother, when do you think we can get out? It's been so long. If I stay with you any longer, I might as well just live with you."
Song Chenxi half-jokingly said, "You really are interested in me."
Ruan Mingyu was silent. Song Chenxi had been in such a good mood recently that she almost forgot what kind of person he was.
Ruan Mingyu did not gain nothing in the cave. He learned some sword techniques, such as the "Star and Moon Kill" that Song Chenxi loved to use to kill mosquitoes, and some other sword techniques. He also made some progress in cultivation and was able to sense the fluctuations of spiritual power around him.
He felt that his learning was average and that he still had to learn the art of alchemy when he returned. What he didn't know was that Song Chenxi was considered a genius in the sect. He had only been practicing for a short time, but he was able to withstand a few moves from Song, which made him considered a very talented person.
Song Chenxi would occasionally inject his recovered spiritual energy into the blasting talisman. Ruan Mingyu asked him for the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time, "How long will it take to get out?"
Song Chenxi still gave the same answer: "I don't know."
Ruan Mingyu waited for Song Chenxi to finish as he did in the past, and then injected his recovered spiritual power into the blasting talisman.
This time was different from before. The patterns on the talisman lit up, and Ruan Mingyu hurriedly called people over to chop him down.
Song Chenxi took it and saw the pattern on the talisman that lit up. He said, "That should be enough."
He said to Ruan Mingyu, "Go away."
Ruan Mingyu moved away a little.
Song Chenxi lit the talisman, stuffed it into the small hole, and ran away. Ruan Mingyu still didn't understand what was going on.
"Get down!"
Song Chenxi came over quickly and pushed Ruan Mingyu's head down.
With a loud roar, the entrance of the cave was blown open.
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