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Lingyao looked at the table full of dishes and sighed for the seventeenth time that day.
"Brother, you've been standing in front of the stove for three hours!"
Chu Xian frowned and said nothing.
So Lingyao began to prepare her eighteenth sigh.
Chu Xian has been like this recently. He stands in front of the refining furnace and forgets to eat and sleep. He only eats after waiting for people to faint from hunger.
She looked at the magic weapon that Chu Xian was staring at. A huge wheel lay across the top of the furnace, with runes engraved on all four sides that she could not understand. A raging flame leaped out from the core of the furnace, but was extinguished the moment it touched the wheel.
It looks like flames are holding up the roulette wheel.
She poked the rice in the bowl with her chopsticks, thinking to herself, it seems that Fifth Brother won't be able to eat again today.
Immortal cultivators can naturally transform the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to practice fasting, but Yun Ting has always pursued the principle of going with the flow. He puts on more clothes when it's cold, carries an umbrella when it rains, and eats when he's hungry. He lives like an ordinary person. Compared to other sects, he rarely uses spiritual power to make things easier for himself.
Given Chu Xian's physical strength, Lingyao estimated that she would have to wait another seven or eight days before she could drag her senior brother over to feed him.
While she was worried about her senior brother, this was not a solution. However, when she remembered that her senior sister seemed to have returned, her mood immediately improved again. Since her fifth senior brother didn't need to eat, she could spend more time preparing some new dishes, new jewelry, new clothes, and new sketchbooks for her senior sister.
She looked at Chu Xian thoughtfully, and after a slight struggle, she made a decision.
Anyway, he won’t die for a while.
…
"Too much killing, not enough transformation."
Changxia leaned against the pear tree and said to Li Baidao who was practicing the gold technique.
"Gold is called Congge. Gold can be forged into anything in this world. Li Bai, the gold element is not limited to weapons."
A small sword was floating in Changxia's palm, moving flexibly like a fish in the water, but the sword was filled with murderous intent, and one could tell its ferocity just by looking at it.
Chang Xia's voice was cold and desolate: "I have killed too many lives, so my metal technique is tainted with blood. But you have only just started learning the five elements technique, so you can't learn from me."
Li Bai retorted in a low voice: "Senior Sister's is the best."
Changxia retracted the small sword in his hand, walked over, held Li Bai's hand, and guided her to use her spiritual power.
Li Bai felt the spiritual energy within her gradually gather in her palm. Because she fully trusted her senior sister, she didn't resist the feeling of being controlled. A moment later, she looked down and saw that the power of the gold element had gathered into the shape of a white flower.
She couldn't help but look up at the pear tree in the yard - her senior sister had painted a pear blossom on the palm of her hand.
Changxia let go of her hand and drew another flower in her own hand. She took out the flower and placed it next to Libai's flower.
Li Bai was surprised and said: "Pink"
Chang Xia said: "It is the red color of blood."
She felt helpless: "This is the only way. No matter how much I purify my spiritual power, it won't turn back to white."
She lowered her eyes, and both flowers were placed quietly in Li Bai's palm. Because there was a moon-white flower next to it, the other flower's originally pale blood color became particularly eye-catching.
Chang Xia spread out his hands and said, "Look, there are things that Senior Sister can't do."
Li Bai thought for a moment, then her spiritual power flowed, and the white flower in her palm gradually turned pink.
She looked at Changxia and said again: "Senior sister's is the best."
Chang Xia smiled again: "You see, Senior Sister can't do anything for you."
At the beginning, the master handed Libai over to her, but in the past few years, things happened one after another, and she had little time to teach Libai personally.
So much so that without her knowing, time had actually turned her junior sister into a stubborn girl.
She said gently, "Li Bai, Senior Sister doesn't want anyone or anything to trap you, not even myself."
Cang Xuan is a sword hanging over Li Bai's head. Everyone here may want to kill Li Bai one day.
She touched Li Bai's face. The swordsman's warm and dry hands, roughened by years of sword practice, inexplicably made the sensitive Li Bai feel at ease.
"Your destiny is your own, if you are free, Li Bai."
Li Bai didn't respond, continuing to practice her Five Elements technique. Her metal cultivation was average, but her wood cultivation was exceptional. The fluttering, undefeated pear blossoms, soaked in her spiritual energy, fell softly, like drifting snow on earth.
Tired from training, the girl happened to look up while taking a break. Her senior sister was standing under a tree of snow-covered pear blossoms, looking at her tenderly. Footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard, and outside the fence was Zhou Xiaosu, carrying a lunch box.
Li Bai thought to herself that she was the luckiest and unluckiest person in the world.
Lingyao arrived later, bringing her freshly made snacks and a newly written notebook. She also took out monster fur and covered her rocking chair with a thick layer of it. On the low table beside her were various snacks and fruits.
After the arrangements were completed, he looked at Changxia hesitantly.
"When you're bored, you can read the storybook with some snacks!"
Chang Xia took a look and said, "You have arranged everything very clearly for me."
Lingyao's eyebrows curved, and she whispered, "Senior Sister has been living in the open air and has become thin and hungry. I want to take care of her."
Changxia sneered. There is no such thing as thin or not for cultivators. It was just a joke from Lingyao out of concern for her.
She obediently nestled in the rocking chair Lingyao had prepared for her, enjoying the care of her junior sister.
Lingyao peeled grapes for her and suddenly asked, "Senior Sister, do you like this world?"
Chang Xia said casually: "I still like it."
How could she like him? All the extra patience had already consumed all the useless emotions. During the years when she had Caishou, Changxia had always been stingy in distributing her likes.
Xie Fengxue definitely has the most, followed by Master, Zuo Qin, Zang Fengshan and Yun Ting.
Fortunately, those emotions that have nothing to do with love have also been consumed, and these thin loves are still relatively pure.
She felt that the world was not bad, after all, the people she loved were still risking their lives for it.
But that’s all.
Lingyao looked into her eyes and suddenly smiled and said, "Then I like it too."
She was so devout, so focused.
Changxia didn't know how to answer for a moment. She seemed to be suddenly enveloped by a strong emotion, as fanatical as the believers who kowtowed with every step at the foot of Xiaoling Mountain.
Then she found it ridiculous. She liked this world because of others, but now someone liked it because of her.
She wanted to tell Lingyao that you should love what you love and hate what you hate, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that they seemed too pale.
Finally, he just sighed and called her name.
"Lingyao."
How could she tell her that she had gone to Morning Star Mountain that year only for her junior sister, not for Zhu Lingyao?
She was just learning how to be a good senior sister according to her own understanding.
Any more... there will be no more.
Just suppressing the overwhelming murderous intent that came from her suicide made her like a walking corpse. She did not have enough emotions to fill this body. Most of the time, Changxia was just doing what she "should" do.
She was just being a good person according to worldly standards.
Changxia felt ashamed of being treated so hypocritically in exchange for a sincere heart.
She gently lifted a few strands of Lingyao's hair and tucked them neatly behind her ears.
"You are the worst at business."
——
On the ninth day when Chu Xian was standing in front of the roulette wheel in deep thought, an unlikely person suddenly appeared in front of him.
A green dress with wide sleeves and a pair of sparkling eyes.
"Senior Brother"
He was a little surprised, but not much.
Among his fellow brothers and sisters, he had the least worries and put all his enthusiasm into refining equipment.
With a young mind, mountains are mountains and water is water.
He had heard something about the changing situation outside, but compared to those "hearsays", he believed his senior brother more.
The young man who had always been obsessed with refining weapons raised his head this time and said, "It's been a long time since I last saw you."
The sparkling light in Xie Fengxue's eyes flickered for a few seconds, and finally she smiled and said, "It's been a long time."
Just tens of thousands of years.
Time has always been merciless, and he can hardly remember what Chu Xian looks like.
When he saw his junior fellow apprentice again, his heart was actually a little moved.
Maybe I'm not that heartless.
Xie Fengxue's smile deepened, and he suddenly wanted to give this slight ripple a chance.
He said, “You are making this thing.”
Chu Xian knew nothing, but when he mentioned his most proud creation, his eyes and brows were filled with excitement.
"this!"
The young man lowered his voice and said mysteriously to Xie Fengxue, "The Six Paths of Reincarnation is in the Immortal Realm, so Cang Xuan has been trapped there for many years. I want to open a new entrance."
Xie Fengxue pretended to be surprised, then he also lowered his voice like Chu Xian: "I'll tell you a secret, the six paths of reincarnation in the immortal world no longer exist!"
Chu Xian nodded: "Fortunately, I made a new one."
!
wrong!
He suddenly raised his head: "Six Paths of Reincarnation! It's gone!"
Xie Fengxue nodded.
Chu Xian's expression suddenly changed: "You you you, me me me, this this this! This won't do! I haven't finished the new one yet!"
Xie Fengxue raised her eyelids. This was a huge blow to the child, and he even stuttered when speaking.
He comforted her: "It doesn't matter, it won't happen in the future."
Chu Xian was strangely comforted: "That's not bad."
He thought for a moment and asked again, "Brother, how did you know?"
"Because I was the one who lost it."
…
Chu Xian reacted slowly, and he called out tentatively, "Brother."
Xie Fengxue didn't even raise his head: "The goods are genuine and the price is reasonable."
Chu Xian was relieved. It was okay if he was his senior brother. Although he was mysterious, could his senior brother still harm him?
Besides, my senior brother is a fortune teller, so it’s hard to say what he can see about the future.
Thinking of this, he plucked up the courage to ask: "Brother, do you know when I can finish making this thing?"
Xie Fengxue looked at the roulette wheel and said nonchalantly, "Eleven years later, Zhongtian Ziwei will return to its place."
Chu Xian was surprised and said: "Brother, you figured it out."
Xie Fengxue responded indifferently twice.
No way.
He said it casually.
This thing...
He had come here for this. Chu Xian had almost finished refining it, only missing the last step.
He lowered his eyes and suppressed his emotions.
The six realms of reincarnation, of course, require living souls as sacrifices.
After getting a definite answer, Chu Xian was obviously in a much better mood. He held the kite and asked Lingyao what she wanted to eat today.
Xie Fengxue glanced at him and said nothing.
Well, it doesn't have to be today.
Zhongtian Ziwei.
He sneered, and those who deserved to live, die, and receive their retribution would all end on that day.
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