Chapter 46046 It seemed as if the heaven and earth were making way for him
The fallen feather of the black eagle was finally picked up by Ah Huai.
His fingers gently pinched the feather, which was as long as his forearm, and he stared at it with a slight glint in his eyes.
During those days of traveling, we relied heavily on Zhuang Ronger's ability to shrink the distance into an inch.
With an ordinary person like him, the spiritual energy consumed in casting each spell is doubled.
This is not a good way to go. He has added a lot of burden to Zhuang Rong'er.
It is extremely necessary to find a mount for transportation.
Monks often tame spirit beasts as mounts, or rely on magical instruments to travel. The most common thing is that sword cultivators basically travel by flying swords.
There are very few people who use the technique of shrinking the earth into an inch simply to consume their spiritual power. After all, this way of traveling is too luxurious, and the spiritual power of ordinary people cannot even support them to reach their destination.
Lian Zhuang Rong'er didn't just use this kind of magic. The little snake had been her mount before. In some places where she couldn't use spiritual power or where there were few people around, she would ride on the white python.
Now the little snake has been sent back to Cuihuan Valley to spend the molting period, but Zhuang Rong'er is going to take him to the other side of the world in a very short time. Just thinking about it... makes people feel heavy.
And all this, in the final analysis, is due to his incompetence.
The sharp end of the black feather pierced his palm, bringing an unbearable pain and itchiness. Ah Huai loosened the feather and felt the nameless magic weapon behind his waist tremble.
When it is in the sheathed stage, it looks extremely low-key and hardly attracts people's attention, but every time it is unsheathed, there is a flash of sword light worthy of the name of "divine weapon" - such as at this moment.
The gloomy sky seemed to be illuminated for a moment by a sudden flash of cold light. Without anyone touching it, the sword was unsheathed on its own and lay across in front of the two people. Even more bizarre was that it kept expanding and hanging in the air, as if it had received the sword cultivator's instructions and turned into a magical weapon that could support several people flying with swords.
...It even looks more majestic than the Xuanhuang Sword that Yu Huansheng rode on the day he got married.
Not only Ah Huai was stunned, Zhuang Rong'er also showed a rare expression of astonishment.
Her first reaction was indeed to look at Ah Huai, but the next second she looked back - compared to Ah Huai who had no spiritual power and could only use his mind to control the nameless magic weapon to fly in the air, she seemed more willing to believe that a third person with high cultivation level had come and controlled the magic weapon without disturbing her.
After that second of stunned silence, Ah Huai seemed to have sensed something in his heart. His expression became calm and he touched the broad sword with his fingers. It was cold, but inexplicably steady.
He tilted his head slightly, and the sword flew forward five steps, then turned around and landed at his feet again.
"...It's you?" Zhuang Rong'er's expression became strange. "What's going on?"
Ah Huai looked back at her and pursed his lips: "This sword seems to move according to my thoughts."
"…Why?"
Zhuang Rong'er murmured the question, but did not expect Ah Huai to give an answer.
This was a transcendental phenomenon that even she couldn't understand.
There was still no sign of spiritual energy flowing on Ah Huai's body. When she looked at him, she could only see the inky black color that symbolized exhaustion.
It seems... it can only be explained as the ability of the magic weapon itself.
But before this, no one had heard of such a magical weapon appearing in the world of cultivation, which was like "oneness of man and sword".
Is the sword made by Liao Shiquan really so powerful?
Then...what's the point of her asking Li Ruohui to refine ten magical weapons?
I'm afraid that even if they were added together, they wouldn't be able to match this one. Doesn't that mean... they still can't make up for Jing Huai?
Or is this abnormal behavior related to the barrier and the spirit of the sword sacrifice?
Zhuang Rong'er couldn't figure it out. She stared at the magic weapon, deep in thought.
"I don't know why, but if it can be used by humans, perhaps we can fly on swords..." Ah Huai looked at her seriously, paused, and then said, "You won't have to spend too much spiritual energy on shrinking the earth into an inch."
Zhuang Rong'er didn't respond for a long time, so long that he thought she would refuse, so long that his divine weapon shrank half a circle, like a depressed person squatting down.
Perhaps, Zhuang Rong'er found it hard to trust him. After all, if something went wrong with the magic weapon in the sky and it could not be controlled, it would bring trouble to them.
Before Ah Huai was about to raise his hand to retract the sword, Zhuang Rong'er spoke.
"...Yeah." She nodded, and raised her legs a little stiffly to step onto the magic weapon.
At that moment, the sword returned to its broad and thick shape half a minute ago.
Ah Huai loosened his clenched fingers slightly, and he stood up and stood behind Zhuang Rong'er.
He actually didn't understand how to wield the sword, but just like he didn't understand how to draw the sword before he held it for the first time, when he really stood up, everything happened so naturally.
The flying sword broke through the sky, bringing up a thin green light, and rushed through the sea of clouds, so smoothly - it seemed as if the heaven and earth were making way for him.
…
It was about seven days later that we arrived at the villages and towns near Wanjian Mountain.
During the journey, they had to interrupt their flight several times to buy some things from the market of the people below.
Although Zhuang Rong'er was not affected by the decreasing temperature as they went north, Ah Huai could not run into the snow in a single layer of clothing, especially when he was flying in mid-air with a sword, the wind became increasingly biting, and if there was occasional rain or snow, a layer of ice would cover his body in an instant.
This time I stopped to buy some winter clothes.
Without the little snake to serve him, the little paper figurines under Zhuang Rong'er took on the heavy responsibility.
However, there seemed to be very few people using Gu in this area, and the merchants along the street reacted strongly when they saw the paper figures she controlled with Gu.
For example, the owner of the clothing store has already sat down on the ground.
He raised his finger tremblingly, pointed at the little paper man walking towards him, and stammered, "...Monster, monster!"
I saw that the human-shaped paper-cut, which was only the size of a palm, was holding a finely arranged ingot of gold in its arms. Its steps were small but extremely fast and steady. It walked step by step to the shopkeeper, raised its head and handed over the silver.
When they heard the scream, Zhuang Rong'er and A Huai were in the restaurant next door.
While she was waiting for Ah Huai to eat, she entrusted the little paper man to buy the clothes first to save the waiting time later.
This was done several times before, but this time the boss's tolerance seemed to be particularly low. He made such a loud noise that it was impossible to ignore him.
Zhuang Rong'er looked at Ah Huai and signaled him to stay while she went to take a look next door.
When she appeared outside the store, the shop owner had fainted, and the two employees were crying, one hugging the boss, and the other with a red face holding a broom against the little paper man.
Zhuang Rong'er hooked her finger to lead the puppet insect back to her side, and the paper man immediately fell down lightly and was pressed under the gold.
"...Lady, were you able to get rid of that monster?"
In the blink of an eye, the shopkeeper was awakened by the waiter pinching his Ren Zhong point. He stared at Zhuang Rong'er dazedly for a few seconds, and stood up with the help of the waiter.
"No." Zhuang Rong'er said expressionlessly, "I ordered it to go into the store and buy some."
"Ah?" The shopkeeper took a half step back, a hint of shock on his face. He rolled his eyes around a few times, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he said, "So, you're planning to take advantage of this trip to the Cave Heaven to learn the art at Wanjian Mountain?"
"Dongtian asked?"
"You don't know? I thought all the cultivators rushing to our northern land were here for this." The shopkeeper dusted off his butt, walked back to the counter, poured himself a cup of tea, and after moistening his throat, he said, "Wanjian Mountain has broken the precedent of only accepting sword cultivators. As long as a cultivator can pass their cave heaven and ask for the way, they can join Wanjian Mountain to practice."
It has nothing to do with her.
Zhuang Rong'er threw the gold back in front of the shopkeeper and said, "A set of winter clothes. I'll come get it later."
"Lady, please stay—" Seeing her turn to leave, the shopkeeper became anxious and quickly reached out to stop her, saying, "I won't accept your gold, but if you want to go to Wanjian Mountain, you will have to pass through Hanzhou ahead of us, right?"
Without waiting for Zhuang Rong'er to respond, he hurriedly continued, "The heavy snow has blocked the road, and the caravans on both sides have stopped traveling. Only the monks are willing to go there... I haven't heard from my little daughter who married in Hanzhou for three months. She used to write home once a month, and now there is no news at all. I am afraid that she has suffered some injustice in her husband's family!
Last month, I also met a few cultivators. I begged them desperately, hoping that someone could bring back some information about my daughter's recent situation. However, they all went to the caves of Wanjian Mountain to seek the truth. Once they entered, they would never return...
But I see that you, the lady, have the ability to control paper figures. Even if your real body won't return to my shop, you can use the paper figures as messengers. If you can bring back any letters for my daughter, I will be willing to pay you extra money, not to mention winter clothes! "
He confessed everything in one breath, and his eyes were filled with tears, but Zhuang Rong'er seemed indifferent.
The shopkeeper was filled with sorrow, sensing the rejection from the silence. He sighed as he accepted the gold and said, "The fabric needs to be cut. Lady, come back in an hour to get it..."
"What's your daughter's name and where is her home?"
"...My daughter's name is Lu Baozhen! I married into the salt merchant family, the Fan family, and live on Zhuque 14th Street in Hanzhou..."
The shopkeeper was so surprised that he was incoherent and even started to report the distribution of people in his son-in-law's family.
When Zhuang Rong'er heard the address, she turned around and walked out.
This time, no one stopped her from behind. They all knew that asking for the name meant that the heroine agreed.
…
The sky in Hanzhou was depressingly gray. The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth were all gray and white.
Perhaps due to the weather, the streets were deserted and the whole area was eerily quiet.
The flying sword gradually came to a stop, but it did not land directly on the ground. Instead, it hovered low in the air. Because the snow was as thick as the calf, it was really hard to know where to step.
Both Zhuang Rong'er and A Huai felt an unusual and strange aura, but in a short period of time they seemed unable to figure out the source of this strange feeling.
Until one moment, a pair of stiff hands suddenly emerged from under the snow.
The fingernails on his hands were blue, his skin was dry and cracked, and his whole body seemed to be frozen into a hard shell. As he turned his wrists, there was a sound of joints shifting.
The strange pair of hands slowly supported themselves back to the ground, lifting up a thin and stiff body.
It was an ordinary face, the appearance of an ordinary man in his twenties or thirties.
But his face was even paler than the snow, his lifeless eyes were fixed on the front, and his eyeballs moved with unusual difficulty and slowness.
...Is he dead?
But he was gasping for breath, and the breath from his mouth collided with the cold air, turning into a thick cold mist, but the breath was mixed with a faint smell of decay.
Zhuang Rong'er was stunned for a second, turned around and looked at the words "Zhuque 14th Street" engraved in official script on the building next to her, and her heart sank.
Ah Huai also sensitively noticed that something was wrong with this person, and the flying sword under him changed from its previous stability and began to emit some kind of impatient clanging vibration.
At the same time, the strange man crawled out of the snow completely, with unmelted ice chips still stuck on his body. He rushed towards them like a dead creature resurrected from an ice cellar.
"Oh——ah——" He screamed wildly in a crazy manner, looking like a non-human. His screams were terrifying and frightening.
Zhuang Rong'er's face was grim. She touched her lips lightly and uttered two words: "Corpse poison."
——The corpse poison that had wreaked havoc in the Abyss a hundred years ago under the influence of the evil creatures has once again broken out in the Hanzhou area at the foot of Wanjian Mountain.
Corpse poison can revive the dead and make them wander the world as zombies, and it can also make the living lose their minds. If a normal person is scratched or bitten by someone infected with corpse poison, they will also be infected with the toxin, and within a day the toxin can penetrate the blood and erode the entire body.
Even if you avoid the attack, it will be of no use, because if you stay in an environment filled with corpse poison for a long time, you may inhale the corpse poison, which is unprecedentedly contagious and destructive.
The appearance of this infected person basically shows that the Hanzhou area has completely fallen.
...including the daughter of the clothing store owner, the person she is looking for this time, Lu Baozhen.
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