Chapter 107: Stealing the Sword "The sun... the sun is falling on us!...
"The good fortune of this world has been stolen, and all that remains is bad fortune."
Taoist Master Zhongli held Gongsun Ying's wrist and explained to him as they passed through the bad luck: "It is our luck that the bad luck can be preserved. When the Chengfu Dao monk used the bad luck fruit to cultivate and condensed a certain fruit, it had a cause and effect with that person, which prevented the Heavenly Venerable from stealing the bad luck."
“Even misfortune represents uncertainty. As long as there is uncertainty, there is still hope for this world.”
"I left a remnant of my soul in misfortune. I can go wherever there is misfortune."
Gongsun Ying's figure was still ethereal, but he was no longer as tired as before. Upon learning that he was going to demonstrate kendo to his younger self, the swordsman's heart, which had been silent for a long time, began beating again.
"It turns out that I really am a genius." Gongsun Ying murmured to himself in disbelief.
Taoist Zhongli glanced at her and said, "Do you regret not cherishing your talent? In fact, you should be glad that you have only come this far. The next step is ascension. The person who ascended before you..." She paused and did not continue speaking, with a complicated expression.
"I was wrong. I was really wrong." Gongsun Ying didn't notice the change in her expression and sighed, "If I had known I was such a genius, I wouldn't have been so modest back then."
Every time someone praised her talent, she would explain the whole story. It's not good to be too humble. It's too late to regret it now.
Gongsun Ying deeply regretted that he could not be more outspoken and arrogant.
Taoist Master Zhongli didn't expect that she cared about this: "...Before I came here, I heard that you were devoted to Taoism?"
Shouldn't a sword cultivator have nothing in his mind except the sword, and have an extremely pure heart for Taoism?
Gongsun Ying said unhappily: "If you don't return home when you are rich and powerful, it's like walking in the night in a brocade robe. What's more, a genius of his generation cannot be recorded in history."
Taoist Master Zhongli was silent for a moment, and then he comforted her by saying, "We are all people who cannot leave our names behind, so we don't need to care about our reputation after death."
That makes sense.
After realizing that she could not leave her name behind, Gongsun Ying finally felt relieved. Otherwise, she would feel uncomfortable at the thought that she would be regarded as an ordinary person who relied entirely on luck.
The two people who were destined to be nameless calmed down and moved forward.
Only then did Gongsun Ying realize how amazing Taoist Zhongli's way of traveling was.
She carried herself through one misfortune after another.
A child just bought a string of candied haws when a crow flew over his head and snatched the candied haws away;
Someone just ate a piece of crisp candy, and suddenly choked on it in his trachea, and nearly suffocated to death from continuous coughing;
Someone was washing clothes, and suddenly someone started cleaning the toilet upstream;
Someone got a bad number in the exam, so he held his nose and sat down next to the toilet. After a while, he couldn't hold it in anymore and vomited all his breakfast on the test paper...
Gongsun Ying gradually realized that Taoist Zhongli could go wherever someone was in trouble.
That……
"You were able to find us because we were in a state of doom?"
Gongsun Ying thought about it and realized that it was not an exaggeration to say that those days when he was sinking beside Him and trying hard to maintain his own self were misfortunes.
but--
"You can take me to find my younger self because I was in bad luck at that time?"
But wasn't she experiencing her adventure at that time?
She had brought this adventure upon herself.
Gongsun Ying looked puzzled. Taoist Zhongli seemed to be hesitant to speak. When he was about to speak, he saw the scene in front of him and his expression suddenly changed.
Gongsun Ying followed her gaze and saw a little fox caught in a trap, with a familiar green Taoist robe scattered beside it.
She turned her head and looked at the same Taoist robe as that worn by Taoist Zhongli, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
The little fox cried sadly, looking around with wet eyes, as if looking for his parents.
Several hunters came over with hatchets in their hands: "If we peel off the fox skin, we can sell it for a lot of money, right?"
The little fox's tail fur exploded, its back arched, and it bared its teeth fiercely at the hunter, trying hard to pull out its deformed claws that were trapped.
This struggle was in vain and only made the already bloody wound worse.
The hunter walked towards her without caring.
Gongsun Ying's heart tightened and he subconsciously took a step forward, but was stopped by Taoist Zhongli.
Just as the hunter bent down and was about to touch the little fox, an invisible force suddenly pushed them apart.
The hunters took a few steps back, looked at the air in front of them, and said tremblingly: "It's a white-haired zombie, run!"
Gongsun Ying looked hesitantly at the opposite side. There was clearly nothing there, but he vaguely heard the sound of light footsteps and saw traces of slightly fallen grass.
It seemed as if someone who had cast an invisible spell walked up to the little fox, opened the trap, and took her out.
The invisible man seemed to be proficient in medicine. The little fox's injured paw was applied with medicine and treated well. After the exhausted little fox was rescued, it fell asleep in the invisible man's arms not long after.
She had obviously grown up in a loving environment and had no vigilance at all. After falling asleep, she lay on her back, and three words could be seen on the jade pendant hanging on her chest:
【Hushan Sui】
Sui means peace, and her family really loves her.
Taoist Master Zhongli turned around and continued to move forward with Gongsun Ying. She held Gongsun Ying's wrist, causing Gongsun Ying to tremble slightly.
"That's my daughter."
Gongsun Ying didn't want to ask, but Taoist Zhongli took the initiative to speak.
"We should still have time, don't you want to go... hug her?"
"Someone rescued her and will take good care of her."
Does Taoist Zhongli know the invisible man?
"who is she?"
"have no idea."
Gongsun Ying was stunned.
Taoist Zhongli said: "No one knows who she is anymore... Do you understand now the meaning of not leaving a name behind?"
Gongsun Ying was silent for a moment, then silently patted Taoist Zhongli on the shoulder.
Taoist Master Zhongli stopped, looked at the misfortune in front of him and said, "We are here."
So fast?
Gongsun Ying looked up and saw a little beggar with a face like a tabby cat, and an old beggar with a torn bag on his back and dishevelled hair whose face could not be seen at all. They were apologizing while digging a squirrel's nest and wolfing down a handful of chestnuts.
The squirrel beside him was so angry that he cursed in the street, and his curses must have been very dirty.
Gongsun Ying looked for a long time before recognizing that the little beggar was herself.
Why doesn't she remember how miserable she was before she learned kendo?
And who is that old beggar next to him?
"You still have one last chance to regret." Taoist Master Zhongli looked at the little beggar quietly without looking back. "If it weren't for the adventure brought by this misfortune, your life would not have been rewritten, you would not have become a world-famous swordsman, and you would not have been invited to take on such a heavy responsibility."
Gongsun Ying, who had been worried about her reputation halfway through, had a sword in her hand without her knowing when. The moment her swordsmanship reached perfection and she found Zhi Beiyou, she no longer needed a tangible sword and could transform her sword into a sword at any time.
After learning the truth of her adventure, she sighed, but at this moment she said: "I never go back."
"Don't you want to ask, what would your future be like if this thing hadn't happened? You are already very talented, and even if you hadn't had the adventure, you wouldn't have been a beggar all your life."
"No need to ask, I have this confidence." Gongsun Ying's eyes fell on the magic sword on Taoist Zhongli's waist, with a wild smile and surging sword energy, "But, once the sword is out, there will be no regrets."
“Master Zhongli,” she said with a smile, “Draw your sword. There is no better ending for a swordsman than a hearty duel.”
Taoist Zhongli's green robe fluttered, and with a clang he drew out his magic sword, saying solemnly: "I hope my swordsmanship will not disappoint you."
"I am a swordsman," Gongsun Ying said, "The first time I saw you, I knew that you were also an excellent swordsman."
The little beggar had eaten a belly full of chestnuts and was feeling thirsty. He was wondering where to find some water when the old beggar suddenly pulled his sleeve.
"Have you washed your hands?" The little beggar was quite clean and glared at the old beggar. "Don't think I don't know that you just wiped your butt with leaves after taking a shit."
After saying this, she followed the old beggar's gaze and looked up at the sky.
There were two sword immortals fighting in the clouds, one in green and the other in moon-white robes. The two figures sometimes intersected and sometimes separated. The sword lights were as dense as a net, the sky was full of blood-red rosy clouds, golden lotus was visible, mist was lingering, auspicious cranes flew to help, the sword intent turned into dragons and tigers, stirring up waves and making the sun and moon dim.
The little beggar was stunned. She had never held a sword before, but at this moment she subconsciously picked up a branch and started dancing.
She felt that the swordsman in the moon-white robe seemed to have a telepathic connection with her, and each of his swords was the most perfect in her mind.
She was like a grain of snow, blending into the flying snow. Her heart was like a frozen lake under the lonely moon on a snowy night, the mirror-like surface of the lake reflecting the white world.
A powerful sword heart was beating in her chest. From that moment on, she began to understand the sword.
The old beggar watched her silently as she finished her sword dance, put on the torn bag on her back, stood up and left.
The little beggar tapped the ground with a branch, as if holding a peerless sword, exhaled a breath of cold air, raised his eyes, and asked in confusion: "Where are you going?"
"You found what you were going to do, and it's time for me to go do what I was going to do."
"I don't know your name yet."
The little beggar frowned. She had thought that she had learned supreme swordsmanship and could lead a good life with the old beggar, but she didn't expect that he would leave at this time.
She will always remember that when they were being chased by wild dogs, the old beggar stood in front of her, and the precious pocket that he always carried with him was bitten by the dog, and he felt heartbroken for a long time.
She hadn't had time to get him a new pocket.
The old beggar didn't look back, but waved his hand and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, don't worry about it... You can think about what your name is!"
The old beggar walked farther and farther away, and his figure gradually disappeared. The young beggar raised his head and looked at the back of the immortal who had also disappeared into the clouds. He muttered something with some inspiration, "Me?"
"Your name is Gongsun Ying." The swordsman said in a low voice without turning around.
"My name is Gongsun Ying." The little beggar scratched his head and thought it was a good name.
Gongsun Ying's ethereal figure became even more blurred after he finished speaking.
The sunlight passed through her body, and her shape began to disintegrate, like bubbles spit out by a fish, which will eventually disappear into the water.
At the last moment, she suddenly remembered how she found Zhi Beiyou.
When she traveled to the ends of the earth and couldn't find it, she raised her eyes and looked towards the sky.
Zhi Beiyou sealed the "Tao" of this world. Isn't there usually a word "Tian" before "Tao"?
If she could ascend to heaven through the sword, perhaps she could find this sword outside the sky.
She found the Misty Mountain, and in this legendary place where immortals ascended to heaven, she practiced swordsmanship.
She didn't expect to find a way to become an immortal, but just hoped that the legend of immortals' ascension to heaven could bring her some good luck.
She didn't know it then, but the world's good fortune had been stolen from her.
The morning when Gongsun Ying had mastered the sword art to perfection, there was also such bright sunshine. She split the sunshine and heard a sigh: "I can give you Zhibeiyou, but what do you want in exchange?"
She still doesn't know who the owner of that voice is. She only knows that she did get Zhi Beiyou as she wished, but the price was that she and her swordsmanship merged into this world.
Gongsun Ying's figure completely disintegrated and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Taoist Zhongli subconsciously reached out and grabbed: "Wait!"
Someone took away Gongsun Ying's sword! What does he want to do?
Swordsman Li Zhou suddenly woke up, propped himself up, and looked at the spirit sword lying quietly beside him.
She reached out and grasped the sword, feeling relieved. She had just had a nightmare where someone stole her sword. It was really scary.
She had just breathed a sigh of relief when she suddenly heard a scream from outside the window. She looked up and saw that the quiet night and the full moon before she went to bed had been replaced by the bright day and sun.
It's dawn so soon?
How long has she slept?
Li Zhou was wondering when he suddenly heard people talking: "Why is it suddenly bright?"
"The sun... the sun is falling on us!"
“Run! Run!”
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