Su Chi was carrying a bag of various snacks, and his body was stained with the smell of lard. When he came back, he found that his older junior sister was missing.
His brows furrowed as he summoned Qishuang, saying, "Look for her."
Qi Shuang had been following Yun Xian recently, and he could almost recognize her scent, but it was obvious that the sword was not very happy with Su Chi treating it like a dog. After hesitating for a moment, it finally pointed forward in the face of Su Chi's frosty expression.
It's a downtown area.
Su Chi took a step forward and followed the direction of the sword.
"What do you want to eat? Just tell me what you want to eat." Xiao Yuan looked at her skinny face with a half-smile and said, "Before we go to Tangling Country, I'll take you as much as you want to eat."
"Duck in soy sauce." Yun Xian, who only needed one meal to feed the whole family, was now trying to stir up trouble. "Lingshan and Fengye haven't eaten in a long time. Can you bring them along?"
Xiao Yuan said: "Of course."
Yun Xian: "I wonder if Senior Brother will come. Also, I borrowed a lot of spirit stones from Xue Daoyou. Although I don't plan to return them, I can still pack some for him."
Xiao Yuan: "Okay."
"This leader is too obvious. I plan to take it to the swordsmith to exchange it for a scabbard. It will look more kind." Yun Xian hesitated, "I wonder if it can—"
The man in black robe: “…” Are these stinky outsiders coming to Xuanbao Pavilion to beg for food?
"Of course you can." Xiao Yuan ended the game with just one sentence, "These spirit stones will be deducted from your reward for this mission."
"How strange." Yun Xian said clearly, "Why am I not hungry anymore all of a sudden?"
Xiao Yuan burst out laughing.
She naturally knew that Yun Xian did not believe in her, and she also knew that if she had found an opportunity, this child would have run away to somewhere unknown, but this kind of personality was very much to her liking.
When cultivating, one must not be too concerned with reputation. If one is too concerned with reputation, one will easily suffer losses.
Xiao Yuan walked forward with his hands behind his back, and Yun Xian followed behind him, asking again: "Mother just left, why didn't Aunt go and reminisce about the past?"
She was now interested and started asking questions to find out information.
After all, the leader of Xuanbao Pavilion is so mysterious, it would be a shame not to take the opportunity to ask a few more questions.
"Reminiscing about the past? Am I itching for a fight?" From Xiao Yuan's tone, it seemed she had deliberately waited until Xiao Wu had left before appearing. "Your mother left so abruptly because she knew I was here."
"Is that so?" Yun Xian expressed reservations, "I thought it was because Su Chi was here."
"Your senior brother isn't very reliable either." Xiao Yuan held his bamboo hat and casually put some eye drops on his face. "You've been missing for so long, and he hasn't come looking for you yet."
When she heard everyone arrive, she turned around and saw Su Chi standing in front of them, calling out coldly, "Yun Xian."
In his left hand he was still holding the bag of various cold snacks, but his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, looking over here.
The scene was cold for a moment.
The tough part is coming.
"Okay, just forget what I said." Xiao Yuan said with interest: "Your senior brother is quite reliable."
"No, no, no, not at all." Yun Xian couldn't bear to hear her say that about him, and disagreed, "It's just the Divine Realm, what's so reliable about it?"
Xiao Yuan: “…” He knows how to apply what he has learned.
"Yun Xian." Su Chi stood not far away, looking her up and down. Not finding any wounds, he asked, "Who is this person?"
Before Yun Xian could say anything, he felt a tightness around his waist, and he was swept up into the air in one direction. The busy street scene on Zhongcheng Avenue shrank in an instant and flew past the corner of his eye.
His movements were extremely light, like a spring swallow stepping back, so silently that no one even raised their eyes to look at him.
Yun Xian faced the strong wind, lowered his eyes, and under his feet was a light green sword. There were several lifelike lotus flowers engraved on the hilt, and there was a faint and elegant fragrance that was refreshing to the ears and eyes.
Well, she thought, this sword seemed to be a twin sword with her mother's. This body movement, the familiar light swallow point pattern, could not be fake, so the person standing in front of her now was most likely the real aunt -
"Do you want some pickled duck?" Xiao Yuan said, "Just consider it a gift."
Yun Xian watched as his senior brother turned into a stream of light and followed him. He pondered for a moment and said, "Eat!"
“…”
A moment later, Yun Xian finally sat in the most expensive restaurant box in the city.
One table was filled with marinated duck and another was packed. Xiao Yuan seemed uninterested in all this. He simply held up the wine jug and asked, "Want to drink?"
"No." Yun Xian's mouth was full of oil and he shook his head hurriedly.
"Why not drink?" Xiao Yuan said, "Wine is a good thing."
Yun Xian: "It doesn't taste good. Too bitter."
The man in black robe sat beside him without saying a word, thinking to himself, he is still a child.
She didn't think that the face revealed by the Pavilion Master was his true face. After all, nine out of ten people had been deceived by the Pavilion Master in this way before, and none of them had a good ending.
The Pavilion Master is not only proficient in swordsmanship, but also in other martial arts.
Xiao Yuan didn't know what his subordinates were thinking, but instead looked down at the restaurant.
Su Chi stood outside the door, met her eyes for a moment, and walked away calmly.
I don’t know if Yun Xian recognized him, but it seems that he did. Xiao Yuan knew some rumors about this person, and he always relied on weapons to recognize people.
"What about Tang Lingguo?" Yun Xian ate while still thinking about the mission. "Any more news?"
Xiao Yuan paused, then smiled and said, "You agreed so quickly?"
Yun Xian said nothing.
When she saw Xiao Yuan take out the portrait, she knew that the other party probably had no ill intentions.
Because, even if Xiao Yuan didn't say it, Yun Xian's first plan was to go here.
After the Four-Party War ended, she lay in bed for so many days and did not know about Jimo Shu and Zhong Changyao's movements at the first time. When she woke up, she found that the two of them had disappeared at the same time.
It was normal for Jimo Shu and the Demon Cult's men to disappear. If they didn't take advantage of the chaos to disappear, as public enemies, even if the people in the cities didn't have much opinion about them, the sects of the deceased independent cultivators would never let go of the opportunity for revenge. If they didn't run away now, when would they?
But looking at Jimo Shu's situation at that time, I didn't know whether she could survive. The group of poisonous insects in her body devoured her flesh and blood, and they all exploded. It was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
But Zhong Changyao...
In the storybook, he represented the Eastern Realm in the Four-Way War, quickly capturing the heart of Jimo Shu and rapidly advancing to the Nascent Soul stage thanks to Mei Yanliu's devotion. Skipping over the events of the Jade Seal and the ancient battlefield, he successfully led the Eastern Realm to suppress the deliberate targeting of the Northern Realm, and in a desperate attempt to secure first place, his fame from a young age spread throughout the world, laying the crucial foundation for his subsequent path of cultivation.
Now, he followed Xue Lingxiu from the Southern Realm. He only gained some attention during his early time with the Lone Ranger. After returning to the team, he was offline from the beginning to the end. As a master who was half a step into the Nascent Soul stage, his presence was so thin that it was almost non-existent.
Yun Xian didn't dare to speculate about others. If someone like Zhong Changyao received such treatment, it would be more painful than for him to die.
When the championship was over, he should have rested with Nanjie, so why did he suddenly disappear at that time?
Where did you go?
It seemed like he had thought a lot, but in fact it was just a fleeting thought. Yun Xian raised his eyes and saw Xiao Yuan moving the full plate away and slowly spreading the brown paper on the table.
Tangling Kingdom is located in a remote basin in the east.
Within a thousand miles, no spiritual veins remained. Only a single child born with spiritual roots appeared in a century. Since then, no one has been able to cultivate the path to immortality. While some cultivators have ventured there to explore, they couldn't stay for long. The absence of spiritual energy from heaven and earth is like a severed limb for a cultivator; a bird with broken wings cannot fly. Staying there for too long would only deepen the body's impurities, eventually affecting even its spiritual roots.
It is such a bizarre cursed place.
Yun Xian held the duck leg and looked intently at the ink on the kraft paper.
Yes, it is exactly the same as in the storybook.
Tang Wuke, the princess of Tang Ling State, was the first woman that Zhong Changyao took into his harem after the Four-way War.
At that time, Zhong Changyao was in high spirits. He made a bet with someone in Xuanbao Pavilion, took on the task which was classified as Heavenly Grade at that time, and went to the East Realm alone.
He was not alone either, Jimo Shu had been following him secretly from behind.
He accepted the mission, saying it was to obtain the bounty of the Curing Herb and heal Jimo Shu's internal injuries. However, no matter how talented he was, he was only at the Nascent Soul stage at that time. The demon cultivator who called himself the Demon Lord was at the Spirit Severing stage. No matter who saw him, they would think he was going to die. So the manager of Xuanbao Pavilion who was responsible for accepting the mission did not give him any face and hung him up in public again. Zhong Changyao was furious and took out his classic three-pronged attack again!
Don’t look down on the young and poor!
Yun Xian secretly thought that this saying had such broad application that it might even apply to his burial. Don't despise the poor young! Don't despise the bald middle-aged! Don't despise the smelly old! Grave grass heightening technique! The tremor of the urn!
Naturally, he said he was looking for magic herbs for Jimo Shu to save the princess from being dragged away to a wedding by the fake Demon Lord. But when he got there, he found that the princess was truly a beauty beyond compare. Although she was not as beautiful as Jimo Shu, she had a certain dignity and nobility, which made people itchy.
So he rescued her and finally brought her back to his room.
As Yun Xian flipped through the pages, he discovered that there were even new plots like the "son-in-law" role, where he married a princess and even gave her an entire small country. You know, while that small country didn't have any spiritual energy, it was rich in mineral resources. If all of them belonged to Zhong Changyao, he wouldn't have to worry about running out of spiritual stones anymore.
wrong.
internal injury?
Yun Xian seemed to have discovered something. In the storybook, Jimo Shu clearly didn't use any Gu, so how could she have internal injuries?
Well, it's no use finding clues every time, because they won't be written later anyway. It's all about how Jimo Shu and Tang Wuke compete openly and secretly for Zhong Changyao's favor, which is really painful to watch.
"The Tangling Kingdom has survived to this day without being invaded. One reason is its thin spiritual energy, which is certainly insufficient. Another reason is the Demon Lord." Xiao Yuan said, "This demon cultivator protects the small nation, but the only condition is that every princess born must marry him when she reaches sixteen."
It’s amazing. He didn’t even let go of the sixteen-year-old. Yun Xian was surprised and asked, “He wants to eat?”
Xiao Yuan: "I don't know. The outside world says he's just lustful."
"Only lustful people would do this." Yun Xian denied it immediately without thinking, "A grand wedding will only hinder the progress of lust."
The man in black robe: “…”
Why, you know it very well.
"If you want to go, leave immediately. Every moment of delay increases the danger." Xiao Yuan rolled up the brown paper and looked out. The streets of Zhongcheng were faintly filled with a number of obscure and powerful auras. "If the Sword Sect wanted to kill you, given Liu Xin's temper, he would definitely do it as soon as possible and not let you survive until the next day. Of course, everyone has evacuated now. If you are unlucky enough to be harmed, even though everyone knows it is related to the Sword Sect, what does it matter if they refuse to admit it?"
Yun Xian continued, "So, I'm going to the Eastern Realm."
The Eastern Territory is at least within the Jiange's sphere of influence, but the Northern Territory has some concerns.
"To conceal your identity, don't fly your sword. It's too conspicuous." Xiao Yuan smiled and said, "Your senior brother may have to go with you. Remember to paint his face black."
During this period of time, Su Chi must be with Yun Xian.
Yun Lang had already asked him to take good care of his junior sister in that letter, and not to lose his life in taking care of her.
Yun Xian said: "I understand."
Xiao Yuan stood up and said, "Let's go then."
"So soon?" Yun Xian was still a little reluctant, "I haven't said goodbye to everyone yet."
Even for her, who had a life-and-death friendship with someone, she would certainly be reluctant to let him go.
But then again, we are not from the same world and have never had any intersection. Meeting on the battlefield is just a shallow fate.
"There's always a time for gathering and separation, and a time for farewell." Xiao Yuan was vague and said calmly, "Who knows, you might see everyone again soon."
"Okay." That's true. Yun Xian looked up sadly and said, "Auntie, then, should you pay for my travel expenses and accommodation..."
Xiao Yuan's figure disappeared before her eyes, leaving behind that faint sentence:
"I've already told you that maybe you'll see everyone again soon."
Yun Xian: “?”
Where are you?? Hello!
"Why else do you think the Pavilion Master is so wealthy?" The black-robed man, unsurprised, followed downstairs, saying, "She even waits until she finds ten cracks in her weapons before repairing them. Treating you to a meal is quite a treat, so be content."
Yun Xian: “…………”
It is true that these days, the more stingy you are, the richer you become, and the more extravagant you are, the poorer you become.
The sun was shining brightly as Yun Xian, Qiao Lingshan and Feng Ye packed their luggage from the dilapidated house and prepared to set off.
Yun Xian looked at the dilapidated house and felt many emotions.
"When I looked at this house back then, I always thought it was shabby." Yun Xian sighed, "Now it seems even shabbier. I really don't know how I lived there back then."
Qiao Lingshan: “…” Can you please stop saying weird things?
Feng Ye's guqin was repaired, and now he held it in his arms like a treasure, and asked affectionately: "Where is the eldest brother?"
"Big Brother won't be riding with us." Qiao Lingshan said calmly, "He can just stay nearby and provide protection."
"That's right." Feng Ye opened his mouth and began to praise: "Big Brother is so graceful and elegant. Even if he changed his appearance, he couldn't change his demeanor. It's really too obvious."
"Watch your words." Yun Xian put on the bamboo hat provided by Xiao Yuan and said, "You are a disciple of the Qinfang. He is not your senior brother. Just call him Master Su."
Yun Xian just took the opportunity to tell everyone that he was going back to the East Realm.
Of course, she wasn't narcissistic; she just felt that if she left, everyone would be very sad. Then Qi Zhiye said, "Oh."
"Why 'Oh'?" Yun Xian couldn't believe it: "You don't eat my apples often?"
Qi Zhiye had been wearing his hat obediently for the time being, but Yun Xian knew his temper, and most likely there were bruises underneath his hat from Master Mingguang's beatings. He wore a look of disdain on his handsome face, lowering his eyes and saying, "It's not like we won't see each other again. Do I have to cry and beg you not to leave?"
Forget it. Yun Xian went to see Xue Lingxiu again. Xue Lingxiu's reaction was even colder than Qi Zhiye's: "I know."
Yun Xian: "Just 'know'?"
Xue Lingxiu: "Eastern Realm, Tang Ling Country, right?"
Yun Xian: "Yes. How did you know? Did I tell you?"
"I understand." Xue Lingxiu waved her away like a fly, "You can leave now."
What a bunch of bastards, not even half as enthusiastic as Miss Ji. You should know that Ji Rongxue kneaded her flesh pads for a long time before leaving. Yun Xian angrily put on his bamboo hat, got on the cart, and said, "Let's go."
The three of them wanted to enter the eastern border along the border line, so they hired a carriage from outside the city. The coachman was a little old man who had to hold the newspaper far away to read it. Yun Xian suspected that his eyes were blurry.
Although it is not as fast as taking a bird, it is simple and low-key, and extremely cheap, costing only a few cents.
Yun Xian sat in the carriage, watching the slowly changing scenery, and stuck his head out with a bit of curiosity.
Actually, this method was a good one. Yun Xian and Qiao Lingshan had never been anywhere except Jiange and the foot of Jiange Mountain. The first time they left the mountain, they rushed to Zhongcheng and then immediately entered the Four Directions Secret Realm. They never had the chance to see the scenery outside this world.
Autumn had arrived. Outside the cities and outskirts, maple leaves drifted down layer by layer, dyeing the earth a golden red. Passing by a tea shop, the coachman, sweating profusely, stopped to order a bowl of tea. His old eyes looked curiously at the head that had popped out of the carriage and tentatively asked, "Girl, could you be..."
Qiao Lingshan immediately pushed Yun Xian's bamboo hat down.
I told you not to reveal your identity and keep a low profile!
Yun Xian was indifferent, not even trying to hide, and asked, "Could it be me?"
"He looks a bit like the leader of the Four-Way War, Yun Xian, a sword cultivator." The coachman examined him closely and shook his head in denial. "Just now, he looked like him, but now he doesn't look like him anymore. Yun Xian has a lot of flesh on her face, and you're thinner than her. Oh, you've become so skinny."
Qiao Lingshan: “…”
"Really? It's such an honor to look like her." Yun Xian said calmly, "Master, you have really good taste!"
Feng Ye was a little worried that if she continued talking, she might be tricked into revealing something.
But soon, Feng Ye completely dispelled this concern, because Yun Xian's talk about horse racing was beyond people's imagination.
The coachman said, "Are these two disciples your companions? One is a sword cultivator and the other is a zither cultivator. Such a configuration..."
Yun Xian: "It just makes a good word, right? My child doesn't look a bit like me, I'm sorry."
Coachman: "This is your child?!"
Yun Xian: "I'm sixty years old this year, but I look younger."
Coachman: "Where in the East Territory are you going..."
Yun Xian: "I want to find my long-lost husband, who died when I was six years old."
Coachman: “???”
The coachman got back on the horse with a confused look on his face, wondering if his presbyopia had affected his life.
After Yun Xian had finished fooling people, he lay down in the carriage and ate some sweet cakes with his belly full. He also took out the post newspaper that he had bought from the newsboy on the way and read it.
The more she looked, the more amazed she became.
As expected, the pen of a writer can kill. The news of the Four-way War has already spread throughout the four realms. After the novelty wore off, what remained was the commonplace routine of spraying ink at each other!
The Sword Sect lost more than it gained, not only losing a very important person but also its leader. Now, not only are they being scolded like dogs by the other three realms, but they are also being scolded like dead dogs by their own people in the Northern Realm. They are being attacked indiscriminately from head to toe without using a single dirty word, and are extremely sarcastic and mean. Everything they do is wrong. It seems that they will not dare to make any big moves in the next few years. Meanwhile, the stable Body Strengthening Sect is gradually gaining popularity. It seems that Ji Rongxue's return has been quite effective.
Yun Xian looked at the little tofu block who was speculating about the relationship between the Sword Sect and the Demon Sect, and thought that Liu Chang must be in a state of panic now.
She happily ate the cake and looked carefully at all the people who cursed the Northern Territory before coming to look at her own.
All kinds of tabloids will rank heroes, such as the "Annual Handsome Men List" published by the eldest brother before. Tabloids are the places that are most insightful about the trends in the martial arts world. Just like at this moment, Yun Xian quickly saw Ji Rongxue's name on the "Rising Star List".
"He is extremely steady. Even when his colleagues are extremely stupid, he can still remain calm and make a fortune quietly. His character is noble."
"The Body-Forging Lion's technique has reached perfection, earning him the nickname: 'Mad Lion'!"
Yun Xian opened his mouth wide. "And there's a nickname! So impressive!"
Looking up further, it’s Qi Zhiye.
"Whether the Buddha's mind exists or not, no one knows. But if I don't go to hell, who will?"
"No matter what, I will stay true to my original intention and come up with this elegant name: 'Ni Lian'!"
Wow, this is even better!
If you flip up further, you will see Xue Lingxiu.
Yun Xian was surprised for a moment, she thought that medical practitioners would be easily ignored.
"He's as meticulous as a hair, and he can single-handedly cut through the needle of love and bring people back to life. Even when his companions are extremely annoying, he can put aside his past grudges and go to their rescue."
"A doctor's heart is full of compassion and mercy, so he is given the nickname: 'Benevolent Needle'!"
Yun Xian was so excited that he saw that it was almost his turn, so he rubbed his face and looked carefully.
A few places above, the two big words "Yun Xian" are ranked first on the Rising Star List.
Only her name was written in cinnabar.
Really, it's too high-profile. There's no need to be like this.
"Although I seem unruly, I'm actually quite clever and can always turn defeat into victory at the crucial moment. I'm the best at hiding my weaknesses and running away, but I'm also the best at using ruthless tactics!"
"As still as a dead rabbit, as agile as a mad dog, hence the nickname: 'Dog Sword'!"
Yun Xian: “………………”
What's the meaning.
What's the meaning!
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking air outside the carriage, and a hidden weapon went straight towards her face, whistling and tearing the tabloid, but it was stuck right in front of her eyes, blocked by the spiritual barrier, and could not move forward any further.
Qiao Lingshan withdrew her hand and said nervously, "Someone is coming!"
It seems that what Xiao Yuan said was right, Dao Zong really can't wait a moment.
"...Just in time." The speechlessness on Yun Xian's face had never been so obvious. She stood up weakly and stuffed the wild newspaper that had come from nowhere into Taiping's mouth. She took a deep breath and whistled, "Stop me from tearing it apart!"
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