Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Don't worry, I will never bother you again...
When these words came out, everyone was stunned.
Pei Zichen looked up in surprise. Shen Yuqing ignored everyone, raised his hand and summoned the sword to chop. The spiritual power in the air vibrated, and a crack appeared. Shen Yuqing put away the sword and moved forward.
Seeing this, Mu Jinyue finally reacted and hurriedly followed Shen Yuqing, saying anxiously, "Master, what do you mean by this? Senior Brother would never do such a thing! If he did, he wouldn't ask about Senior Brother Jinglan's safety first."
Shen Yuqing didn't say anything and continued forward. Mu Jinyue couldn't help but pull his sleeve and said, "Master!"
After being pulled by Mu Jinyue, Shen Yuqing finally stopped. He turned his head and lowered his eyes, looking at Mu Jinyue's hand pulling his sleeve.
Although he didn't say anything, the invisible pressure had already overflowed. Mu Jinyue let go of the awkwardness, and Shen Yuqing said, "He is lying and cannot be trusted."
Mu Jinyue was stunned, but Shen Yuqing had already turned around: "The barrier has been reinforced, I'm going back first."
As he spoke, Shen Yuqing stepped into the crack and disappeared from everyone's sight.
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When Pei Zichen left Wuyuelin, Jiang Zhaoxue was still asleep.
It takes time for the body to recover from the remaining poison. In the past, she always had to endure it, but this time, for some reason, she felt particularly comfortable and even had a deep dream.
In her dream, she suddenly recalled many years ago, maybe seven years? Or ten years?
She just remembered that at that time, it was Shen Yuqing's master, Taoist Gujun, who came to see her.
The old man said to her worriedly, "Yuan'er ran away again during this year's initiation ceremony for new disciples. You should go to the ceremony and take a disciple for him."
Jiang Zhaoxue loved this kind of thing that could prove her identity as Mrs. Shen Yuqing, so she dressed up that day and waited at the end of the ladder before dawn.
At that time, she thought that she would choose a younger apprentice for Shen Yuqing. She would take the first child under the age of fifteen who climbed up to Luoxia Peak today and make him Shen Yuqing's disciple.
So she waited for a day, and that day, only one person climbed up.
That is Pei Zichen.
In fact, she couldn't remember what he looked like at that time, but this time in her dream, she saw the child's appearance clearly again.
He seemed to be less than ten years old, in tattered clothes, and in the end he almost crawled on his hands and feet, step by step, up the ladder to her.
The blood on the ground was like a trail, dragging over every step he took. She watched him from afar as he crawled in front of her and looked up.
The child in the dream was very thin, almost skin and bones, with eyes sunken due to hunger, but he did not have the greed and ferocity that a poor person would have, but instead had a kind of clear gentleness.
He looked up at her. Jiang Zhaoxue, fearing to frighten the child, squatted down, pulled out a candy pill she had prepared earlier from her sleeve, and handed it to him, saying, "Now that you've climbed up here, Lingjian Immortal Pavilion will be your home from now on. Come with me?"
The child was stunned. He took the Qigong Pill with trembling hands and stared at it for a long time before looking up at Jiang Zhaoxue and saying dryly, "Master's Wife."
Master's wife.
This voice mixed with Pei Zichen's adult voice, and Jiang Zhaoxue came back to the moment of his last death in the book.
The cervical vertebrae were crushed with a "crack", and Pei Zichen could be heard kneeling and kowtowing with severe pain, shouting respectfully: "Disciple Pei Zichen, respectfully sends Master's Wife to heaven!"
She suddenly opened her eyes in shock at the words of "farewell" and was greeted by Anan's excited face: "Master, are you awake?!"
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned for a moment, trying to identify it, and then said vaguely: "Anan?"
"That's right," Anan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "It's Anan."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened, and tiredly propped himself up, rubbing his forehead and said, "Tianji... Oh no, where is Pei Zichen?"
"Hmm?" Anan heard her question and asked, "Where's Pei Zichen?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned for a moment, then realized something and quickly raised her eyes: "You don't know?!"
Anan thought for a moment, recalling carefully: "Hmm... when I came in a quarter of an hour ago, he seemed to have just left. I could feel his presence. Oh, he also left a cup of blood and a letter."
As Anan spoke, he raised his hand and handed over the note left by Pei Zichen.
Jiang Zhaoxue snatched it away and saw the neat and elegant regular script that read:
Girl, I am glad to see you.
Last night, the young lady seemed to be suffering from a fire poison. I administered two Lingming Powder pills, supplemented by spiritual energy, to suppress the symptoms, which seemed to have alleviated the symptoms. However, Zichen is not proficient in the art of medicine. If the young lady feels unwell after waking up, she should seek a good doctor immediately. In case the young lady needs it, I have left a cup of spiritual blood with her, hoping it can help. As a disciple of the Immortal Pavilion, I need to return to the sect as soon as possible to handle subsequent matters. I cannot continue to escort the young lady. Please forgive me.
I am so lucky to have met you. I cannot express my gratitude enough. We will meet again in the green mountains and clear waters.
Take care, girl.
Pei Zichen stayed at Lingjian Immortal Pavilion
When Jiang Zhaoxue saw the letter, he almost couldn't catch his breath.
She didn't expect Pei Zichen to run so fast. She was almost deceived by him and thought he was really going to leave with her. Unexpectedly, he couldn't hold on for the whole night and rushed back to die at dawn.
"Is he sick?" Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but murmur, "Wouldn't he be courting death if he went back?"
"Maybe he knows he can't survive here with you?" Anan reminded.
Jiang Zhaoxue finally realized that, oh yes, he couldn't survive in her hands, both paths would lead to death.
But how did he find out? How had she been exposed? At most, she had a bad temper. How could a seventeen-year-old like him be so clever?
Moreover, she couldn't find a way out here, and Lingjian Xian Pavilion wasn't an option either. She had analyzed it so clearly, but she still wanted to go back. Did Lingjian Xian Pavilion put a curse on him?
She couldn't figure it out and just wanted to curse.
Just as she was about to get out of bed and drink the spiritual blood without wasting a single drop, the sound transmission jade token suddenly flashed. She raised her hand and swiped it, and heard Qingye screaming, "My lady, please come back soon! Your husband is flying towards Yunfu Mountain on his sword! He'll be there soon!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue took a breath.
She turned her head to look at the sky. It was already past the hour of Mao and the day was about to dawn. When they saw Shen Yuqing coming down the mountain, it was not yet the hour of Chou. A whole night had passed.
But Shen Yuqing must have to reinforce the Nine Netherworld Realm barrier. This is not a simple task and should take at least three days. However, Shen Yuqing rushed back to the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion now and even went straight to Yunfu Mountain. He must have noticed something.
It’s Pei Zichen.
Jiang Zhaoxue understood it immediately.
Pei Zichen left a quarter of an hour ago. If he had returned on a flying sword, he should have returned to the Wu Yue Forest and seen Shen Yuqing by now.
He had too close contact with her last night. Although she had deliberately changed her sachet before coming, the incense used on Penglai Island was very different from that used in Zhongzhou. The fragrance accumulated on her body over the years was not easy to remove once contaminated. Shen Yuqing was an extremely sensitive person and was very meticulous. He was afraid that he had discovered some clues and was rushing to catch her.
Now that she has not obtained the Tianji Lingyu, she cannot let Shen Yuqing notice her abnormality.
If Shen Yuqing found out that she could temporarily sever the bond of unity and leave, and repair the Nine Netherworld Realm barrier, he would take advantage of her weakness and kill her if he had any other intentions.
Jiang Zhaoxue thought briefly and sorted out her thoughts. However, she had already finished taking the spiritual energy pill and her body had just recovered. It would be extremely energy-consuming to open such a long-distance teleportation formation, and she simply could not do it.
After thinking for a moment, she looked at the spiritual blood left by Pei Zichen on the table, and suddenly had an inspiration.
What a fortune teller does is essentially a gamble with the Way of Heaven, borrowing the power of the Way of Heaven to accomplish what he wants to do. Whatever the outcome of the gamble, the Way of Heaven will use its power to achieve the result.
For example, Jiang Zhaoxue's Qiankun fortune stick is divided into five types of results: the best fortune, the most auspicious fortune, the medium auspicious fortune, the average fortune, and the worst fortune. Different results mean different forces of heaven.
But this result is not completely random and depends mainly on three factors.
First, whether one's own abilities can accomplish this task. For example, Jiang Zhaoxue is currently at the Fusion Stage. If she relies solely on her own cultivation, can she dodge a strike from Shen Yuqing, who is at the Mahayana Stage? The higher the probability that she can dodge it, the higher the success rate of the fortune-teller praying for Shen Yuqing to dodge the strike.
The second is the magic array used by the fortune teller when casting spells. These magic arrays are set up to increase the probability of winning the bet. The larger the array, the higher the success rate.
The third one is the most unstable one, luck, which refers to the fortune teller's own luck and the luck of the thing he is seeking. The higher the luck, the greater the chance of winning the bet.
These three points are difficult to predict accurately. All fortune tellers just try to increase the probability of success, but no one can accurately calculate the results, so the fortune tellers' spells are extremely unstable.
At present, the cultivation level and formation cannot be changed. The only thing Jiang Zhaoxue can change is his luck.
Pei Zichen is the son of heaven, and the spiritual blood formation he left behind is borrowed from his luck.
Realizing this, Jiang Zhaoxue was overjoyed and quickly took Pei Zichen's spiritual blood to start drawing the formation.
As she drew the formation, Qingye hurriedly asked, "Lady, did you hear that? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, you stop him." Jiang Zhaoxue said calmly, "I'll be back soon."
"Okay, I'll arrange it."
As Qingye was speaking, there was a sound of obstruction from outside.
"My dear son-in-law, I will be visiting you this morning. Please wait for your lady's notification."
"Get out of the way."
"Sir, my lady hasn't washed up yet, please wait a moment."
"Get out of the way."
"Sir, my lady was unwell last night and told me that she doesn't want to see me today. Please wait for a moment."
“Get out of the way!”
Jiang Zhaoxue listened to the distant arguments inside and quickly drew the teleportation formation. He quickly flipped his hands and cast a spell: "The way of heaven is unpredictable. The luck of the gambler is in the sky. Good luck will come to you in an instant——"
As she said that, she flicked her finger and said, "Go!"
A jade stick with the word "Best" written on it flew out, and Anan quickly turned into a bird and landed on Jiang Zhaoxue's shoulder. Jiang Zhaoxue put his fingers together and his vision instantly went dark.
Then she heard a loud bang on the door, followed by Qingye's voice trying to stop him and the sound of hurried footsteps going in: "Son-in-law, how can you be so rude?! Son-in-law, don't go in. I haven't gotten up yet. Son-in-law..."
Jiang Zhaoxue heard the sound and winked at Anan, who quickly hid under the quilt.
It and Jiang Zhaoxue are originally one, and Shen Yuqing cannot sense it. As long as it is not seen, it is fine.
While Anan was dodging, Jiang Zhaoxue quickly pulled off the hairpin on her coat and stuffed it into the quilt. The moment she lay down, Shen Yuqing had already come to the bed and pulled open the curtains.
In the early morning, the light fell onto the bed through the gap in the curtains. What Shen Yuqing saw was a woman lying on the bed with her clothes disheveled and most of her shoulders exposed, and she looked like she was sleeping with her eyes closed.
He was so startled that he flung open the bed curtains, then felt lost.
At this time, Jiang Zhaoxue's voice sounded weakly from the bed curtains.
"A Yuan?"
Shen Yuqing's movements were slightly stiff.
This was the name Jiang Zhaoxue liked to use most when they first met many years ago.
Two hundred years ago, Lingjian Xian Pavilion was not yet the largest sect in Zhongzhou, and he was just a small disciple of Lingjian Xian Pavilion. Although he was outstanding, he was far behind Jiang Zhaoxue, the female monarch of Penglai Island, a thousand-year-old sect in Zhongzhou, and the fortune teller who had a natural wood spirit root and lived to the age of twenty.
At that time, he was still a young man, and had not yet been given a name. When she asked him his name for the first time, after reading "Chen Zeyuan" once, she naturally said, "Such a complicated name, I'd better call you Ah Yuan, right?"
He never accepted this title.
Later, when he took a name and they got married, she didn't want to call him by his name like others to show her affection, so he would remain silent every time she called his name.
Finally, she gave in and finally called him by his courtesy name like everyone else, and only called him A Yuan when she was occasionally unconscious.
At that time, he didn't want to argue with her, so he didn't correct her.
But there are very few such times, that is, during the monthly period of fire poison, she would talk nonsense like this.
Hearing the word "A Yuan", Shen Yuqing slowly reacted and felt that he had acted inappropriately.
What is he thinking about?
Jiang Zhaoxue was poisoned by fire last night and couldn't go out. Besides, why did she go to Wuyuelin?
Even if we go to Wu Yue Lin, sealing the Nine Nether Realm is not a bad thing. Why is there any need to hide it?
The fragrance on Pei Zichen's body is just the spices commonly used by the people of Penglai Island. It may not be Jiang Zhaoxue. Even if it is, there is nothing to worry about. Why is he in such a hurry to come back?
He stood in front of the bed curtains, listening to the sound of Jiang Zhaoxue tidying up clothes inside, and gradually regained his consciousness and calmed down.
I feel that my guess is too ridiculous, and even... there is a subtle fear that is hard to detect.
But he himself was not aware of this fear. After quickly denying his guess, he waited quietly in front of the bed curtain.
Jiang Zhaoxue simply packed up all the information that might be discovered through the bed curtains before finally lifting the curtains.
The early morning light fell on her pale face, making her look even weaker. Shen Yuqing looked at her. She looked up at Shen Yuqing in confusion, and asked in a daze, "Why are you here?"
These words made Shen Yuqing's heart pierce, but it was nothing. He quickly ignored it and said, "Last night in Wuyue Forest, the Nine Nether Realm barrier was opened."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue was surprised, and then asked anxiously: "What's the situation now?"
Shen Yuqing studied her expression. Seeing that she seemed truly unaware, he felt completely relieved. He didn't try to hide anything, but calmly recounted, "Someone sealed it in time and stabilized the situation. I've temporarily reinforced it and will return later to fully reinforce and repair it."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened and found that just as she expected, Shen Yuqing came back halfway to check on her.
She pretended not to know and just looked at Shen Yuqing in confusion, waiting for his next words.
Shen Yuqing didn't say anything either, as if he was waiting for her to speak.
The two of them were silent for a moment. Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little awkward, and finally took the initiative to speak tentatively: "Is there something... something wrong? Do you need my help?"
Shen Yuqing's aura visibly tightened after hearing these words. After a moment, he finally said, "The Nine Netherworld Realm was sealed and repaired in time, and the nearby trumpet creeper flowers were not damaged. I found one and brought it back. If you are really affected by the Ling Miner Powder, you can eat it."
As he spoke, Shen Yuqing took out a trumpet creeper from his sleeve and placed it on the bedside table.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoxue leaned against the headboard and chuckled, "Thank you for your concern."
"Since nothing serious has happened, and you suffered from the fire poison last night, you should have realized your mistake." Shen Yuqing put the trumpet creeper away and sat down in front of the bed as usual. He stretched out his hand towards her pulse, feeling a little unnatural. "Give me your hand, I'll suppress the poison for you..."
Before she could finish her words, Jiang Zhaoxue subconsciously dodged and avoided Shen Yuqing's hand that was about to grab her.
The movement was too fast, and when the situation turned around, both of them were stunned.
Shen Yuqing raised his eyes, and Jiang Zhaoxue also realized that he had dodged too quickly.
In the past, she had always longed for his touch, so how could she ever avoid it so desperately?
She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. She pretended to be relaxed as she turned her wrist and said softly, "No need. It was too painful last night, so I temporarily found a disciple with water spiritual roots."
Shen Yuqing didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly.
Perhaps it is because the identity of a wife is too special and she cannot tolerate any offense.
Or maybe he was used to doing this over the years, and he was not used to it being taken away suddenly.
At this moment, he felt a strange yet familiar sense of anxiety. He suddenly remembered the moment he smelled her fragrance on Pei Zichen. He felt like a beast whose territory had been offended, and he urgently wanted to do something to eliminate this uneasiness.
But he knew that this was a misconduct and should not be condoned, so he could only remain silent.
He was silent for too long, and Jiang Zhaoxue was nervous. She asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
"The spiritual power of non-Heavenly Grade Water Spiritual Roots is too complex," Shen Yuqing came back to his senses, restrained himself, and explained in a calm voice, "It will be of no benefit to you."
These words made Jiang Zhaoxue secretly stick out her tongue.
What's so confusing? Not only is he at the Heavenly Rank, he also has Ice Spirit Roots.
Most importantly, it's gentle!!!
She used to think that transmitting spiritual power to suppress the fire poison was so painful, but now she realized that it was because Shen Yuqing was impatient.
However, there are many disciples with water spiritual roots, but disciples with heavenly spiritual roots are extremely rare. If she had said it clearly, Shen Yuqing could guess with her toes that it was Pei Zichen.
So she could only smile and said tiredly, "It doesn't matter if it's a little mixed, as long as it's useful. I'll slowly meditate and clear it up. Anyway, I also need to digest your spiritual power separately, so it doesn't make much difference."
Shen Yuqing was stunned by these words. He subconsciously wanted to say something, but then he heard Jiang Zhaoxue say, "After all, you are the Pavilion Master of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion. There will always be times when you can't take care of me. I thought about it last night. I was indeed naive in the past. From now on, I will listen to you. If you are busy in the future, you don't have to come over. If you are worried that the mixed spiritual power will be of no benefit to me, just find a disciple with natural spiritual roots and water elements. With a little spiritual power, these disciples will surely help."
Shen Yuqing listened, slowly calmed down, and looked at her carefully.
Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes were full of gentleness, and she said seriously, "Don't worry, I will never bother you again in the future."
The author has something to say:
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Worldview:
Monks are divided by race
Human Cultivator-Demon Cultivator-Demon Cultivator
Classification by practice method:
Magic Cultivators (including fortune tellers, talismans, and other ranged, fragile characters without weapons, all belong to magic cultivators) - Sword Cultivators and Knife Cultivators (melee fighters who rely on weapons) - Physical Cultivators (melee tanks without weapons)
Therefore, a person can have two definitions at the same time. For example, Jiang Zhaoxue is a magic cultivator among demon cultivators, and Pei Zichen is a sword cultivator among human cultivators.
grade:
Body Refining (First Realm) - Qi Condensation (Second Realm) - Foundation Building (Third Realm) - Golden Elixir (Fourth Realm) - Nascent Soul (Fifth Realm) - Spirit Transformation (Sixth Realm) - Fusion (Seventh Realm) - Mahayana (Eighth Realm) - Overcoming Tribulation (Ninth Realm)
The fortune teller calculated Jiang Zhaoxue's realm and found that he had just entered the seventh realm.
Others are ranked
The current state of everyone is:
Gujun Patriarch and Jiang Zhaoxue's father are in the Tribulation Crossing stage, Shen Yuqing and Jiang Zhaoxue's brother Jiang Zhaoyue are in the Mahayana stage, Jiang Zhaoxue is in the Fusion stage, Wen Xiaoan is in the Spiritual Transformation stage, Qingye is in the Nascent Soul stage, Pei Zichen and Gao Wen are in the Golden Core stage, Gu Jinglan and Mu Jinyue are in the Foundation Establishment stage
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