One month later.
It was a beautiful day with the sun high in the sky. Yun Xian, with a bandage on his head, sat by the window with a black and white chessboard in front of him.
Her face was solemn, it was the end of the game.
The black piece was surrounded by the white pieces, unable to find any chance to break out. The situation was fraught with danger, and the battle was intense. Finally, Yun Xian reached out, thoughtfully picking up a black piece and placing it in the center of the board.
No! It can't be put here!
The chess piece had already fallen, and Yun Xian took it back with lightning speed, thinking seriously as if nothing had happened.
From beginning to end, there was no one else in front of her.
Qiao Lingshan was picking grass nearby, watching as she did so. She couldn't help but say with disdain, "Yun Xian, you always have to regret your moves when playing Go!"
Feng Ye said: "That's right."
Yun Xian remained unmoved, not feeling anything was wrong at all: "I'm doing this to prolong the time and create a chess experience."
Whether it was extended or not is another matter. Anyway, after she said this, her expression suddenly changed. She frowned and picked up the white piece and made a move.
Honestly, that expression was familiar. Three parts impatience, three parts anger, and four parts helplessness. Her face was filled with the expression, "I'm very reluctant, and I wouldn't be sitting here unless you forced me to." It was the standard expression of a Saint, but when it appeared on Yun Xian's face, it looked incredibly strange.
In Jiang Lancui's words, it was like a dog with a cat's face, which looked really creepy.
Yun Xian said coldly, "I won."
Yun Xian: "Ah?! How could it be?!"
"If you hadn't regretted your move just now, I wouldn't have won so quickly." "Yun Xian" said unhappily, "I already told you, I don't want to play chess with you! You can't even sit still."
"Are you dissatisfied with my poor chess skills?" Yun Xian explained, "This is intentional. Strategy, do you know what strategy is? I'll let you win a few games first, and then you'll continue to play with me."
It was like gambling. But Feng Ye just thought to himself, is this really necessary? Even with Yun Xian's poor chess moves, Jimo Shu was able to stay with him until now. This shows that she was very patient and her endurance was beyond ordinary people.
Yun Xian angrily put away the chessboard and said, "I don't want to play anymore!"
It was a coincidence, but as soon as she flipped the table, Xue Lingxiu and Li Pei were outside the door, calling out, "Come out and change the medicine!"
As soon as the two shouted, everyone in the room went out, and their injuries were still not healed.
Xue Lingxiu's sleeves were fastened with laces, revealing her fair wrists, and her fingers were stained with shiny medicinal oil. She must have just returned from next door and was very busy. After the war, the Miaoshou Sect once again topped the food chain of the four realms - now anyone who dared to speak to the medical practitioners would probably be beaten up soon.
The three of them sat in a row in the room. Li Pei removed the bandage on Yun Xian's head and took a look, not looking very satisfied. "What happened? Your recovery isn't as good as I expected. Did you run out again yesterday? Did you use your spiritual energy?"
Yun Xian played dumb and said, "No! I just went down the mountain to check on the reconstruction."
Jimo Shu's voice came out of her throat, complaining coldly: "She helped build thirty houses yesterday."
Li Pei's face darkened, and Yun Xian immediately said, "I won't do that next time!"
Not only did the philosophies of Li San differ from Xue Lingxiu's, but their treatment styles were also completely different. Xue Lingxiu usually spoke in a sarcastic tone, but treated his patients with a gentle warmth. However, she was the complete opposite, speaking softly and tenderly, but being hard-hearted towards her patients.
It was because Xue Lingxiu couldn't control her that Li Pei came to take over.
During the dressing change process, the sound of running water was heard.
Although the folding formation collapsed halfway, the eastern and western regions overlapped at that time, and the climate is still in chaos. The old snow on the mountains has all melted away and poured down like an ocean, forming a rare waterfall spectacle - it is quite strange, but it is definitely uninhabitable, so Jiange had to relocate his family and temporarily moved to a small hillside nearby. Xiao Wu and Yun Lang are now squatting on the hillside to deal with affairs, and they are extremely worried.
The small, broken gate of Jiange was hanging halfway up the mountain, creaking.
In just one month, those who suffered the least damage had managed to rebuild their homes, but it might take quite some time for them to return to their previous lives.
After changing the medicine, Li Pei wiped his hands and said, "Your dual soul syndrome should be treatable."
She was quite considerate and used the word "symptom", which made it sound as if she was forced. After all, everyone in the world knew about Yun Xian's impressive battle record. She was the first person to swallow a Nascent Soul since the creation of the world. People couldn't help but worry about her diet and whether she also loved to eat indiscriminately.
"I'm not in a hurry." Although Jimo Shu was thin-skinned and it was a little inconvenient for her to take a bath, Yun Xian took Taiping with him, touched his head, and said, "What do you mean?"
"That's the only thing we can use." Xue Lingxiu blinked and said, "Spiritual Ginseng."
The spirit flesh ginseng was sent by Shu Jiuwei. She was holding the brocade box, and when she saw Yun Xian, she subconsciously wanted to pick it up. It seemed that she was too successful as a fox and had forgotten what it felt like to be a human. "Yun Xian! Are you feeling any better?"
Yun Xian caught her and asked suspiciously, "I'm fine now. But you, did you come to the East Realm by yourself? Where's Miss Liu?"
"Miss Liu is outside looking for a place to park her carriage." Shu Jiuwei's fox tail swung back and forth. "Speaking of which, where is the Saint Lady? Where is she?"
"Are you sure you want to see it?" Yun Xian said, "Then you can only try it from my throat."
Why are you so close? It's so soft, it gives me goosebumps. Jimo Shu said unhappily, "There's nothing to see. Who are you?"
Shu Jiuwei didn't expect her to be able to speak, and choked, blushing: "I, I am Shu Jiuwei..."
Originally, the entire demon clan didn't have many spirit and flesh ginsengs. One was given to Senior Nan Ronghong before, and now no one knew where Shu Jiuwei got this one from. Yun Xian looked at the ginseng and said, "Did the clan leader scold you?"
"No." Shu Jiuwei said honestly, "He just asked me if I had returned to the demon tribe to purchase supplies."
Yun Xian smiled kindly: "Silly child, I'm scolding you."
Now Jimo Shu's physical body has been destroyed, but her Nascent Soul is still quite strong. Yun Xian will find an opportunity to put her into the ginseng, and then find a place where demonic energy gathers to nourish her for 49 days. The ginseng will then begin to grow bigger, and in about half a year to a year, it will become a new body.
However, Yun Xian didn't know where the place where the evil energy gathered was. He could ask Xiao Yuan when the time came. If that didn't work, he could also ask Mei Yanliu and Niu Baiye.
Neither the man nor the demon mentioned the fact that Zhong Changyao was dead. Perhaps they had forgotten about it.
Miss Liu was obviously here on a public-funded trip with Shu Jiuwei. After giving away the ginseng and exchanging a few words, they were about to leave. Just as the man and the fox were about to go out, they happened to run into Ji Rongxue who came to visit.
Shu Jiuwei said in surprise: "Ah! It's you..."
She still remembered the big ball of fur that she regretted not giving away.
Ji Rongxue glanced at Shu Jiuwei's fluffy tail, then at the people inside the door. He made a decision in a short time and said to Shu Jiuwei indifferently, "Can you let me touch it before you leave?"
Then Ji Rongxue touched her and enjoyed it. Miss Liu did not comment on this.
"Miss, are you leaving the Bodybuilding Sect to Tiedan again?" Yun Xian said as if it was normal: "Give him a raise. He looks tired."
Ji Rongxue sat down beside the group and said, "Nothing. All the disciples have been sent home temporarily. There aren't many of us, so it's not too hard. But you, why are there so many people at the foot of Jiange Mountain?"
"Where is there anyone?" Yun Xian said in confusion, "I didn't see anyone."
Several Jiange disciples passed by outside with swords on their backs and said hurriedly:
"Wow! There are so many people!"
"It seems like they're all heading to Jiange. It's terrifying! I've only seen such a spectacular scene during a big market sale."
"Young Sect Master's two swords are so handsome! But don't we have to enter the Sword Pavilion?!"
"It looks like Master Mingguang is coming with Qi Zhiye to help cut the ribbon! No, looking at it this way, doesn't this door seem a bit too worn out, too shabby, and too unlike the door of a great sect? Honestly, I didn't think it was worn out originally, but now there are so many people here... uh..."
"Keep your voice down! I told you the master is out of money! It's okay if you can use it!"
Yun Xian raised the hilt of his sword, and as he thought of something, he ran down the mountain excitedly: "I'll go take a look!"
“…”
The sun is shining brightly, and the mountainside is filled with brilliant light.
It was indeed as Ji Rongxue said. The foot of the mountain to which Jiange belonged was filled with people. Three long queues twisted and turned, and you couldn't see the bottom at a glance.
Everyone in line held a sword. However, there were many different types of swords: short swords, long swords, soft swords, and heavy swords. In the world of cultivation, the sword was the most basic and easiest weapon to master. It didn't matter who you learned it from. Unless you already had a passion for the sword, there was no need to deliberately join the Sword Pavilion. But now, judging by the looks in these people's eyes, they were clearly heading for the Sword Pavilion.
"What's going on?" Yun Xian grabbed Ying Luo and sneaked around, not daring to show his head. "Why are there so many people? It's not even enrollment season yet!"
It wasn't that she had any idol baggage, it was that she had absolutely no idol baggage. For the past month, whenever she showed up, people would praise her for being "brave and resourceful," "unwavering in her resolve," and "the legendary dog two-handed sword that saved the four realms at the critical moment." It made Yun Xian feel sick to her core, and she might as well not have shown up at all.
Ying Luo was also confused. "I don't know! Originally, they were just short-staffed. The Fifth Elder put up a sign recruiting laborers, and word spread like wildfire until it became known that Jiange was hiring. Now everyone's piled up here and refuses to leave. Even Master Mingguang can't get in!"
Yun Xian looked in her direction. Mingguang and Qi Zhiye were surrounded by a sea of people, struggling to move towards the gate of Jiange. They were both influential figures now, and many people reached out to them. As soon as they reached out, Master Mingguang would imprint a small golden lotus on their hands. He still had many questions:
"Master, can you calculate how long it will take for my house to be built?"
"Please be patient, benefactor."
"Master, Master, when can I meet my idol Yun Xian?"
"If we are destined to meet, we will meet."
"Master, Master, why doesn't your apprentice shave his head?"
"External objects are merely appearances and do not harm the wisdom of practice..."
But sound couldn't be transmitted. And for some reason, the people of the Eastern Realm particularly liked to focus on Qi Zhiye's long hair. So, this question was answered over and over again. Yun Xian saw that Master Mingguang's face remained gentle, and she thought that Buddhists were different. This wasn't annoying at all, until she noticed that Master Mingguang's answer had changed from "external objects are just appearances" to "Amitabha."
No matter what is asked, just answer "Amitabha". Because these four words are very magical, as soon as he says "Amitabha", the other person should also immediately reply "Amitabha", and the question will be passed. It is a very useful interruption skill.
Qi Xingye was not as well-mannered as his master. He had a sullen look on his face and his eyes fixed precisely on the Yun Xian group who were peeking in furtively. His meaning was very clear.
Save me!
Feng Ye lived up to everyone's expectations and was sent to rescue people, but then he fell into the crowd again with his pitiful little body.
After squeezing and shoving, Yun Lang finally thought, "Forget it! Just recruit! It won't take too long anyway!"
The hillside was filled with the vibrant glow of sword energy, creating a lively atmosphere. From time to time, the Sixth Elder's solemn admonitions could be heard: "If you want to enter the Sword Pavilion, you must not give up halfway! Back when I was training, I had to climb six mountains every day and wore out a pair of straw sandals..." The Fifth Elder's voice echoed: "Thank you! Thank you for the spirit stones sent by Tang Lingguo!"
Feng Ye pulled Qi Zhiye, whose hair was crooked from being squeezed, to the halfway point of the mountain, and the whole group finally got together.
Everyone was like usual. Xue Lingxiu sat on the only chair, while the others sat cross-legged in a circle, looking at each other.
"..." Yun Xian said, "Why is no one talking? Doesn't everyone have anything to say?"
"Yes." Ji Rongxue said, "But I don't know where to start."
"What else?" Xue Lingxiu said coldly, "There's nothing much to say. We can't possibly ask everyone to make a summary speech. This isn't a medical training graduation ceremony."
Qi Zhiye said, "If you don't have it, then you don't have it. It's fine as long as others do. Why are you being so sarcastic?"
Xue Lingxiu laughed and said, "It's normal for me to have nothing to say, unlike some people who, once they open their mouths, might as well not open them."
Jimo Shu was disgusted: "Bald donkey, stay away from me. Why are you sitting so close to me?"
"Am I sitting close to you?" Qi Zhiye said angrily, "I'm sitting close to Yun Xian. If you don't want to see me, just close your eyes and go to sleep!"
Why did they start arguing after just two sentences? Yun Xian was puzzled and said, "Isn't there a person between them? They're not that close, are they?!"
And Qi Zhiye is clearly at a disadvantage. He's going to be scolded by both of them! So miserable!
Feng Ye gave a bitter smile: "I... forget it. I didn't expect that I have been hidden so far. Maybe I am more suitable to be an assassin."
Qiao Lingshan was cracking melon seeds and silently gave him a small piece. Feng Ye was about to burst into tears of gratitude when he realized that the small piece was full of empty shells. He choked up instantly: "?"
There was a lot of back and forth, swords flashing, and after a few words, everyone finally felt a lot more relaxed.
That’s right, it’s this smell. If you’re too polite, it will be uncomfortable.
Ji Rongxue took the opportunity when Feng Ye stood up to throw away the melon seed shells and sat over and said, "Now, everything is over."
Chi You died, and peace returned to the Four Realms... Well, it wasn't quite peaceful. After all, even rabbits in a litter will eat each other, let alone so many people. But it was much better.
Everyone was silent for a moment, but Yun Xian raised his eyes and said firmly, "In other words, this is just the beginning."
The Demon Cult has been destroyed, Jimo Shu can start a new life, the four realms have been rebuilt, and there are countless places that have not been set foot on, people or things that have not been met, waiting for everyone to touch.
Outside the window, lotus flowers are swaying in the pond.
Ji Rongxue said, "That's quite right. But why do you suddenly feel this way?"
"It's like this." Yun Xian said, "I asked my mother again yesterday when I could become the head of Jiange."
Feng Ye asked with concern: "What did mother say?"
Qiao Lingshan was really fed up. "It's fine if you call me Big Brother, but now you dare to call me that? Be careful that Senior Brother Xinsu will tear your mouth apart."
"Mother said," Yun Xian repeated, "Xian'er, your father really didn't die that early."
Everyone: “…”
Yun Xian, you...
Scorching winds swept through, and everyone rode Jiangshan to the Sword God Ruins. It had just learned to fly and couldn't wait to show everyone how it could fly. This was the site shaken out by the Great Shift of the Eastern Realm, and inside was the remains of various withered and shattered flower clusters.
After the war, the stone gate disappeared and shattered along with the altar, and there has been no ascension from the four realms since then.
Su Chi sat at the front, his face as cold as ice. Feng Ye hung at the back, swaying on the verge of collapse. Finally, he said, "Big Brother, can you move forward a little? I'm about to fall!"
Su Chi said, "The location is just right."
"The one in front is just right, I'm not feeling well..." Feng Ye suddenly had an idea, "Why don't you let Yun Xian sit in your arms? Isn't that more perfect?"
Su Chi's Adam's apple rolled for a moment, and he was obviously hesitant, but he still refused coldly: "No. I am her senior brother, not her Taoist partner."
The expressions of the people behind him suddenly became indescribable. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, because they remembered that Feng Ye had imitated Su Chi's famous line before... At this time, he still said that! Is his mouth harder than his body?!
Yun Xian: "Actually, it's not that I can't..."
Jimo Shu said angrily: "I can't do it, okay?! Feng Ye, shut up! You're so annoying!"
The ruins were already covered by lush vegetation, and the wind was howling. Yun Xian lit three incense sticks towards the sky, bowed, and said loudly:
"Come out—quickly—"
"I brought my friends to see you—"
"Yun Zhou - Tian Dao - I'm awesome, right? - Come on, praise me - I'm the best swordsman in the four realms -!"
Taiping was sleeping soundly, but she woke him up and screamed angrily, "What are you doing here?!"
It forgot that it was living with Jimo Shu now. When Jimo Shu glared at it, it instantly became timid and silent.
Fortunately, there was no one below. Otherwise, the people behind her would definitely not sit on the same bear with her. It would be so embarrassing!
She kept shouting like this, but there was no response for a long time. However, she persisted. Xue Lingxiu felt like her ears were about to bleed. Just as she was about to throw a lozenge into her mouth, she heard Qi Zhiye say, "Look there!"
On the trunk of a towering tree near the ruins, a pair of familiar golden characters suddenly appeared:
"you".
Ji Rongxue said, "There are some here too."
The words on the second tree trunk slowly emerged.
"real".
The third one.
"of".
The fourth:
"very".
"Am I really..." Yun Xian's eyes lit up as he guessed, "Am I really what? Am I really great? Am I really strong? Am I really amazing? Am I really excellent?"
The last one also slowly emerged——
"Quarrel!".
The huge exclamation mark says it all.
Yun Xian: “…………”
I don't know who started it, but the laughter behind me gradually grew louder. Even Jimo Shu couldn't help but chuckle. Qiao Lingshan's voice was the loudest: "Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"
The young men rolled back and forth, laughing so hard that tears welled up in their eyes, and the laughter lingered for a long time.
In the sky below, the clouds dispersed, and countless wild flowers and grasses bathed in the dazzling sunshine and this smile, gradually stretching out.
The youthful vigor and vitality are like clouds in chaos, his laughter is pure, and his tears are pure.
The spring breeze wanders and dreams of home are everywhere. Flowers are everywhere, and people are everywhere.
——End of text——
The author has something to say:
"The spring breeze drifts, and dreams of home are my home. Flowers are far away, and so are people." - Xia Wanchun, "A Cut Plum Blossom"
The extra chapters on the romance story will be updated starting tomorrow, still at 11pm. WB will have a finale draw. Thank you for your support along the way. Thank you!
The following long-winded postscript is a thousand words long. You can block it or exit directly by clicking the three dots in the upper right corner:
I finally brought this story to a perfect end. It was very tiring and hard work, but I am still very satisfied with this very clichéd happy ending.
First of all, I want to express my deepest gratitude to all the readers who followed the series to the end. Truly, thank you so much, it gave me so much motivation to keep writing. A million words, a full million words. I thought it was simply impossible.
When I started this story, I only had a 100-word outline, and each instance was so simple it only had a single line of text. Looking back, I've been writing it all this time, and I see so many flaws, errors, omissions, and illogicality. I'll definitely do a better job of outlining it next time. But looking back, I'm truly incredible that I made it all the way to the end...
Some readers may think that, although it is said to be a happy story, Yun Xian still failed to become the strongest person in the four realms in the end, and was even just a young sect leader. Isn’t this a bit wrong?
But just like the Sixth Elder, no matter what Yun Xian experienced in her writing, in my eyes she was still just a nineteen-year-old child.
Being young means infinite possibilities. She will definitely be the best swordsman in the future. Of course, whether she is suitable to be the leader of a sect is another matter. Anyway, Yun Lang really didn’t die so early (…) The road ahead is smooth, and she just needs to continue to venture out with her friends. But judging from her temperament, even if she is one hundred or two hundred years old, she still won’t be steady - but there is nothing you can do about it, it doesn’t matter if she is unstable, she is just very likable.
Many people say that online literature is just online literature and doesn't need to have any value, but I still believe that as long as something is written, the pen must reveal the author's values. When this outline was only a hundred words and the other protagonists only had a name, I had already thought about what kind of person Yun Xian was.
Many women, including the author, have a strange psychological urge to "give" something to others in order to be liked. Emotional value, money, everything I own, I give it to you, and you take it, as if this is the only way to maintain my position in the other person's heart. If the other person doesn't want anything in return, I will feel panic and dare not believe it.
So, I wanted to write about Yun Xian, someone who goes completely against the grain. She never offers anything, but instead, she confidently demands things from others. She's lazy, unthinking, destructive, greedy, and talkative, but she's still undeniably lovable. She's also confident, believing that despite all this, there are far more people who like her than dislike her... This is the state of mind of someone who has no shortage of love, and it's exactly my ideal personality. Minor flaws aren't flaws; they're just icing on the cake.
The bond of loyalty between her and Jimo Shu is exactly what I wanted to express: the friendship between women is truly as strong as anything else. When a woman truly admires, yearns for, and loves another woman, she'll go through fire and water for them. It's a truly profound emotion. The affection here isn't romantic, but friendship.
I wrote about this in the article about "Boss". For me, friendship is more stable than love, and even a higher level emotion. Of course, it's not just friendship. In my opinion, the protagonists have begun to develop comradeship and even family affection. Although many people may think that Jimo Shu is arguing with Qi Zhiye, Qi Zhiye is arguing with Xue Lingxiu, and Feng Ye's presence is so low, is their relationship not good?
Actually, it's not true. If one person is missing, the others will go to great lengths to rescue them. They will definitely help them no matter what happens. Isn't that considered good friends? Even though we quarrel every day, quarreling is also love, right?
Of course, this isn't a group portrait; strictly speaking, my focus has always been on Yun Xian. I haven't specifically focused on the individual interactions between the other characters. This story has many flaws, but after writing for over four months, I've truly come to love these children.
I hope their laughter or jokes can bring a little happiness or touch to the readers. This is one of the purposes of my writing. (Of course, I also need to earn a living.)
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