Thirteen Past Events
After drinking tea, Wei Qi proposed to give him acupuncture and asked him to take off his shirt.
Lu Yinche wasn't afraid of the pain, and asked, "Who on earth is spreading rumors here? One by one, two by two. Don't you know me? How can a man like you be so dignified as to say that I'm a private visitor to the courtesan?"
"How do you know there's no such version of the story?" Wei Qi asked him to lie down on the couch behind the screen. "In the final analysis, you're to blame for suddenly entering into a marriage contract with the Sword Saint. It caught us all off guard. No one knows how you two ended up together."
Just as Lu Yinche was about to speak, Wei Qi added, "Forget it, but why are you dragging this beautiful girl closer to the grave of marriage? That's too mean."
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"I beg you to read less erotic novels and read more serious books, okay?"
"Oh, if you and Gong Jin had brought me more storybooks when we were young, I would have been tired of reading them long ago. Is it necessary to be so obsessed with them now?"
Lu Yinche thought to himself, you are already in your thirties or fourties, why do you still care about this?
At this time, Wei Qi walked to the door and asked for hot water.
After a while, the door opened again and a man walked in. Lu Yinche had good hearing and could tell that this man was definitely not an ordinary person without cultivation, and was not any of the people he had just met.
Just as he was about to turn over and stand up, Wei Qi held him down and pressed him onto the couch: "What are you doing? It's shameful for you to disobey the doctor."
Lu Yinche only had time to see a sliver of white cloth out of the corner of his eye.
He had a bad feeling.
Then came the sound of the basin being put down. The man's movements were steady and his breathing was regular.
If his spiritual sense hadn't been injured, Lu Yinche would have known what was going on without even seeing. Now he could only resign himself to his fate and wait for Wei Qi to finish rubbing his back and listen to him praise the effectiveness of his ointment.
"You must have used the ointment I made. The sword didn't leave a single scar on you. Your skin is as smooth as milk skin. Hey, I think half of the credit for your stunning image now belongs to me."
Lu Yinche: ...Then thank you so much.
He wanted to ask Wei Qi about the sword attack that day.
At this moment, someone in the room coughed.
The water delivery man hasn't left yet.
"Divine doctor, is anyone feeling unwell?" Lu Yinche changed the subject.
Wei Qi was removing the needle from his body when he said casually, "Your throat feels uncomfortable, come and have a cup of tea, and you can help yourself."
Lu Yinche narrowed his eyes.
After finally finishing, he was finally free. When he got up, he saw a tall young man in white clothes standing at the door with his back to him. The man was carrying a plain long sword, and his back was as straight as a pine or bamboo, just like -
Calligraphy by Yan Yan.
Damn, they wouldn’t really call me here, would they?
I was just joking. Don't take what people say seriously. Isn't this a common practice throughout history?
Lu Yinche stared at the back and swallowed awkwardly.
Although he is a talkative person, what can he say when he meets Yan Yanshu at this time?
Hi, husband?
Seeing that he didn't move, Wei Qi threw the clothes on the back of the chair to him and said, "Hurry up and put on your clothes."
While Lu Yinche was saying, "I am also a cultivator and I won't catch a cold," he was still staring at the man in white. The sword seemed a little familiar, but he was not sure.
He decided to strike first.
“Who is this…?”
Wei Qi: "Him."
As if receiving some instruction from a puppet, the man turned around.
Lu Yinche's breathing stagnated for a moment, and his hands stopped moving. He stared blankly at his still open collar.
Not Yan Yanshu.
It was a completely unfamiliar face. Although it could be considered handsome, it could not be compared with Yan Yanshu.
However, there is a mysterious temperament in this person's facial features, which is indescribably similar to Yan Yanshu. If you have to say, he looks more like Yan Yanshu's biological son without blood relationship.
Wei Qi chuckled: "Look how nervous you are. Do you think this is the real Sword Saint?"
Lu Yinche replied casually, "He looks like Yan...that guy's son."
Wei Qi said: "What nonsense, he is not you, he would not mess around outside."
Lu Yinche was not convinced: "I can't do that either, okay? No, the relationship between me and the guy named Yan is not that kind of..."
Before he could finish his words, Wei Qi interrupted him, as if he didn't care what Lu Yinche said at all: "Yes, yes, a couple is arguing, why wouldn't I want to get involved?"
He continued, "This guy isn't from the Chengxiao Sect yet. I only met him these past few days. The Sect Master likes him very much and says he's the next 'closed disciple' who's here to gain experience. Little Xie must be very sad."
Lu Yinche nodded.
He continued to observe the person opposite him, with no expression and no movement.
This bone is good, probably better than Xie Qiaosheng's.
Lu Yinche is not a sword cultivator, and he only has a half-baked understanding of those techniques, but he also knows that they are very good.
Wei Qi continued to ramble on, "You two are the only ones who like to wear white, and you're both top-tier masters. You make us all laugh if we wear white. Do you really adore you two? You're so overbearing, you've practically made it your exclusive couple color."
Lu Yinche ignored all the nonsense he spouted and asked the man in front of him, "What's your name?"
"Xie Juncun." He replied.
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Wei Qi put away the silver needle for Lu Yinche and threw him a full porcelain bottle.
Lu Yinche opened it and smelled the medicinal fragrance. It was a Guyuan Pill of quite good quality, which could relieve the pain in his sea of consciousness. It was very suitable for him. If it was put on the market, the price would definitely make Lu Yinche lose everything.
He exclaimed in amazement: "Divine Doctor Wei, your family is extremely wealthy! Would you consider supporting a pretty boy like me?"
"You're too shameless!" Wei Qi shook his head repeatedly, "I'm afraid that your sword master will cut me into a human stick."
"That's nothing," Lu Yinche said nonchalantly, glancing at Xie Juncun, who was standing quietly by the door. He was trying to think of a way to get him out of the way so he could ask Wei Qi about the real business. "I'll hire someone to read you a storybook to entertain you."
Xie Juncun was very perceptive. Without waiting for Lu Yinche to speak, he said, "Junior will go wait outside."
Lu Yinche immediately put on a warm smile that he used to face his juniors, and praised him as "a handsome man".
After the door closed, he turned around and saw Wei Qi's expression like a heartbroken old mother: "What's with that expression?"
"I say," Wei Qi sighed, his eyes full of accusation, "you're not changing your mind so quickly, are you? They say old cows love to chew on tender grass, but the grass you're interested in is too tender! If Feng Ling knew, he'd sever your wisdom with one sword, and I wouldn't be able to take it back."
Lu Yinche felt a chill run down his spine when he heard this: "What nonsense are you talking about! He already struck me with his sword, but he didn't strike me here!"
What he meant was that Yan Yanshu was a decent person and would not do such despicable things.
But obviously Wei Qi misunderstood.
"What?!" Wei Qi jumped up from the table, his voice rising, "Could it be that the sword attack back then was because you did something wrong to him?!"
Lu Yinche immediately used a sound-blocking technique: "I didn't! Grandfather, please keep your voice down!"
Wei Qi looked him up and down suspiciously: "It's a pity that I'm not one of those fortune tellers from Jingwei Pavilion, otherwise I would have to see if you have the peach blossom curse on your face..."
Perhaps because she really couldn't figure out what was going on, the "old mother" took a sip of tea to calm herself down and said, "Forget it, Feng Ling is truly devoted to you. No matter what you do, he probably wouldn't be willing to do anything to you."
Lu Yinche held his forehead with his hand: "I have something to say - I really don't know what's going on between him and me."
"What's going on?" Wei Qi rolled his eyes at him. "You two are super in love, understand?"
There were only two people in the room.
It took Lu Yinche a lot of effort to make Wei Qi understand: after he came out of seclusion, he found that five hundred years had passed, and he knew nothing about the deeds of the "Demon King" that were widely rumored outside, not to mention the evil magic that no other magic path would disdain - although he had learned a lot of different things, his bottom line was still that he would not get involved.
Wei Qi frowned, looking very conflicted.
But Lu Yinche felt that he did not disbelieve it.
He said, "Whether you remember or not is not a big deal. You've already done it, so what can be settled has been settled; if you can't, just bear with it. It's already a rare opportunity for you to just go off and retreat to a cave. Do you really want to be hanged and cut into pieces by the Immortal Alliance?"
He added, "You used to say that fame is nothing but rumors, that it's just a bunch of gossip. Just bear with it. Life is just like that... but it seems quite long."
Lu Yinche replied, "I don't care about that. I really don't remember anything. You said the Tianmu Incident was a fait accompli, but why did I do this? I don't have road rage. If I see a door blocking my way, I'm going to kick it. If I can't kick it, I'll just blow it up, right? I should know the whole story before I know what to do now."
Wei Qicai said, "Well... this matter is a bit complicated. As a medical practitioner, I only know a little bit, and a lot of it was told to me by you."
At first no one knew what Tianmen was.
The people of this world are born between heaven and earth, with mountains and rivers on land and waves on the sea. The so-called upper world is nothing more than a distant legend of ascension in ancient books.
In Lu Yinche's existing memory, he went into seclusion in order to break through to the Guixu Realm.
Wei Qi said that before the Tianmu Incident, he was already the youngest Guixu master in the world. Even Yan Yanshu was fifty years younger than him. The difference was that Yan Yanshu only reached this realm after the ninth month of Tianmu, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at that time was completely different.
The root cause was that Lu Yinche opened the Heavenly Gate.
The word Wei Qi used was different from others, it was "open".
"Don't quibble with me. This is what you said when you were still smart. I haven't even seen whether the door is square or round, how can I know the inside story? You only said that you had to do it. If not, this world would be overturned overnight, and there would be no way to save it."
"The gate of heaven will open." He imitated Lu Yinche's decisive tone in his memory.
It now appears that the Heavenly Gate is the hub connecting this world to the upper realms and even the myriad smaller worlds. Lu Yinche forcibly opened a gap, causing the influx of spiritual energy from other realms, and the spiritual power of this world to surge violently. Cultivation methods previously suited to gentle spiritual energy were rendered ineffective. It's not an exaggeration to say that he single-handedly forced all cultivators to change their ways.
Lu Yinche muttered quietly, "It seems Yan Yanshu is quite capable. He talks about earth-shaking and grand plans, but he still accomplished it in just a few decades."
"Do you think everyone is a freak with extraordinary talents like you?" Wei Qi continued angrily, "In short, you accomplished this earth-shattering feat, and then you disappeared without a trace. The Immortal Alliance initially wanted to recruit you, and although you didn't agree, you secretly helped clean up a lot of the mess. After all, the upheaval in Jiuzhou was no small matter. The Demon Realm was ready to make a move, and there was also the 'Sound Sect' causing trouble... Those who wanted to take advantage of the situation and just wanted to create chaos all showed up, and the situation became a mess. Later, the Immortal Alliance, looking for someone worthy enough to take the blame, put all the blame on you."
Lu Yinche nodded. "That's consistent with their usual style... Wait, which demonic realm are you talking about? And what is the origin of the Yin Sect? How come I didn't know about such a sect if it could be compared to the demonic realm?"
"I don't know." Wei Qi answered simply.
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