Chapter 78: The Eight Mysterious Swords of the Masters Condensed in the Cold and the East Wind
"I think I do love you."
No one spoke for a long time, and there was silence all around.
The incense on the table curled up, and the faint sandalwood scent slowly rolled up, as if covered with a layer of gauze.
She looked at him seriously, her eyes sparkling, "Are you satisfied now?"
Qu Wuji forgot to breathe. His heart had never been so fast before. The old wound in his heart recurred, and the pain made him blurry. But he said regardless, "Can you say it again a few more times?"
Ji Lingche smiled faintly, slowly moved closer, and gently tucked the loose hair on his temples behind his ears, only to see that the tips of his ears were already stained crimson.
She suddenly blew into his ear, causing him to shudder.
He turned to look at her, his eyes hazy, like a thick fog.
He leaned back, tilted his head slightly, and just looked at her.
She laughed and suddenly leaned over to him, and he lay back a little bit -
She pressed him down on the couch, her hand on his ear, her cold long hair falling on his neck.
Ji Lingche reached out and pinched his pale lips hard until they turned red, as if he got some pleasure from it, and became even more vicious.
He just stared at her quietly, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier, almost as if he was suffocating.
After a long moment, she slowly leaned over, as if to kiss him. He took a deep breath and gently closed his eyes...
But her lips did not fall on his. Instead, she twisted his waist hard. He hissed, opened his eyes, and looked at her with some anger.
Ji Lingche chuckled softly in his ear and said, "Someone is coming, get up quickly."
"If you don't get up now, someone will see you in such a disheveled and miserable state—"
As she spoke, she was about to stand up, but Qu Wuji pulled her back and held her tightly in his arms.
She struggled but couldn't get free. She frowned and was about to say something when he chuckled, "Let them see it, so what?"
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and slapped him lightly, then said with a hateful smile: "Okay, they will break in later, you'd better not wear clothes."
The smile on Qu Wu Ji's face could not be erased. He slowly let her go and stared at her.
Ji Lingche felt angry and amused. He wanted to get up, but finally leaned over and bit his lips hard until bleeding, only then did he feel relieved.
She quickly turned over and got off the bed, walked to the window again and looked down.
The streets were still empty, with few pedestrians, as if nothing had happened.
Qu Wu Ji felt a sharp pain on his lips and was a little stunned. His chest was heaving violently. The cold fragrance from her body enveloped him and could not be shaken off.
He closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and suppressed the severe pain in his heart bit by bit until he could no longer feel any abnormality. Then he slowly stood up, straightened his clothes as if nothing had happened, and slowly walked to her side.
She only said nonchalantly, "There are so many people here, and they are of all kinds. Their cultivation is quite high, but they have a murderous aura. I don't know where they come from."
At this moment, Ji Lingche suddenly turned his head to look at the door, and Qu Wuji smiled softly: "Here he comes."
There was a loud bang, and the door was immediately broken. A violent sword wind swept in, and the clothes of the two people were blown up by the sword wind. Ji Lingche leaned against the window frame, looking at the newcomers without changing his expression.
The sword master came lightly and quickly, with a violent sword wind, breaking through the door in an instant!
The sword almost collapsed the entire wall, and a big hole appeared where the door used to be. A man was seen walking slowly in from the ruins.
The man was tall and handsome, very imposing, dressed in black with golden cloud patterns, and walked in step by step, dragging a long sword.
He had an extraordinary bearing, like a young master from a wealthy family, but his expression was sinister and cruel. He stared at the two of them as if he wanted to eat them alive.
Ji Lingche looked at him and felt that he looked very familiar.
She glanced outside the door and saw many people standing there, waiting for orders.
But those people didn't seem to be from the same school. Their auras were mixed, and their skills were different. There were sword practitioners, magic practitioners, and talisman practitioners. Although they were well-trained, they were a bit disorganized, as if they were forced together.
Before this group of people came up, the two of them had concealed their appearance and skills to avoid trouble, and used the mediocre appearance they had when they first drank in the Baiyu Tower.
The man in black walked forward slowly, scanning the two of them with his eyes like an eagle, and finally his gaze fixed on Ji Lingche, staring at her without blinking.
Ji Lingche sneered: "What are you looking at? Don't you want your eyeballs anymore?"
The man ignored her, slowly raised his hand, pointed his sword at her chest, and finally said, "You owe."
His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, and his pronunciation was very unstandard. Ji Lingche didn't react and laughed angrily: "Owe? Owe what? Who owes you?"
Qu Wuji suddenly said, "He can't hear."
Ji Lingche looked at him in surprise, only to hear him continue, "He is deaf and cannot speak."
"What he just said should be - the sword."
Ji Lingche frowned and said to the deaf man, "What sword?"
The deaf man could obviously read lips. His face was so gloomy that it looked like water could drip out of it. He said with difficulty, "Bad, Duan."
Ji Lingche finally understood what she was saying. She laughed, let out a long sigh, and said in a drawn-out tone, "There's nothing wrong here—"
"However, the Killing Turbulence Sword does exist."
The man's expression grew even darker. His fingers, gripping the sword with such force, turned slightly white. Without a word, he thrust his sword forward. His intention was self-evident: he was going to pierce her without a word.
But the sword was hanging on her chest, unable to move.
Qu Wuji stretched out his hand and grasped the sword lightly, without touching the edge.
The man hadn't reacted to what was happening before he felt a sharp spiritual power suddenly coming along the sword, instantly hitting his heart and almost breaking the main meridians in his body. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!
But his hands seemed to be glued to the sword, and he didn't even have a chance to let go.
He suddenly shuddered, a sense of terror spreading throughout his body, his ears buzzing, and a cold voice suddenly echoed in his sea of consciousness, shocking him to vomit blood again -
"I wish you a happy east wind."
Zhu Dongfeng paused for a moment, and raised his head inch by inch. His spiritual veins were damaged, and everything in front of him was dark. It took him a long time to see clearly again. He stared at Qu Wuji in a daze, gasping for breath, and unable to say anything.
Those standing outside waiting for orders didn't understand what was going on and didn't move.
When Ji Lingche heard the name Zhu Dongfeng, he was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "So it's you..."
"Hiss...you're not dead?"
Two legendary figures in the world of immortal cultivation who are physically disabled but strong in spirit——
The white clothes covered with frost thank Feiguang, and the black sword is cold and wishes for the east wind.
One is blind and the other is deaf.
But this elegant young man, with his sword as sharp as a god, is strong-willed despite his disabled body, which is truly admirable.
Although these two people are often mentioned together, their situations are quite different.
Xie Feiguang was born into a prominent family and was a favored child of heaven. He was unrestrained and even if he was blind, it was his own fault.
But Zhu Dongfeng was different. It was said that he was lonely in his early years and had been a beggar. He wandered the streets begging for food in his early years and his ear was deafened by someone.
If Hua Liu had not passed by and picked him up and brought him back to the Hua family, he would have died long ago.
Therefore, Hua Liu was his teacher, father and friend. He not only saved his life, but also led him into the immortal sect. This kindness was truly beyond repayment.
Even though Hua Liu's temperament changed drastically and his mood became unpredictable, Zhu Dongfeng always stayed by his side.
Later, when he heard that Hua Liu was killed by a demon, he followed his former master and committed suicide.
Ji Lingche looked at him coldly and thought to himself, it turns out that not only is he not dead, he has been hiding in the Evil Suppression Division for so many years.
With his level of cultivation, he must be a big boss.
Now she knew where the person from the Evil Suppression Department who was looking for death before entering the mirror array came from.
Ji Lingche raised his eyebrows slightly and said directly in his sea of consciousness: "The Killing Turbulence Sword, was it you who hid it in Hua Wanwan's body?"
Zhu Dongfeng clenched his teeth and remained silent, his eyes full of wariness and hostility.
Ji Lingche sneered: "What secret does this sword have that makes you so concerned?"
Even if the person who hid the sword was not him, he would definitely know that Hua Wanwan was the container of the sword.
In this way, although Hua Wanwan entered Taihua Yuxu over the years, she was actually under close surveillance.
But ever since Hua Wanwan was taken away by Qu Wuji, the matter has gotten out of control.
He also heard that Qu Wuji died in the Demon-Suppressing Tower and Hua Wanwan's whereabouts were unknown. Zhu Dongfeng must have been extremely anxious and sent out countless spies to search for her.
Ji Lingche had just swung her earth-shaking sword when she alerted the spy roaming around. The man had wanted to seize the sword, but was slapped to death by her. Before dying, he sent a signal, which attracted Zhu Dongfeng to come.
Zhu Dongfeng was eager to find the sword, so he came rashly. However, he didn't expect that his opponent, though unremarkable, would turn out to be...
He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, there was blood in his throat, blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth, and it was even harder to hear what he was saying.
The subordinates standing outside the door finally realized something was wrong, exchanged glances, and were about to charge in—
Zhu Dongfeng couldn't move at all because his sword was clamped by Qu Wuji. Ji Lingche said in a stern tone in his mind: "Tell those lackeys outside the door to go back to where they came from."
"Otherwise you will all die."
It is better to have less trouble than more. The two of them are in trouble now and don't want to cause any more trouble. If the noise gets out of hand and attracts other people, it will be more trouble than gain.
Qu Wu Ji slowly withdrew his strength and lightly waved his sleeves, removing the spiritual power that was clamping his sword. Zhu Dongfeng immediately fell backwards and staggered a few steps before he could barely stand.
Ji Lingche's voice was imprinted in his mind: "I think you should know the current situation and know what you should do."
Zhu Dongfeng raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips. He tried to keep his composure on the surface, but he was so terrified in his heart that he almost couldn't stand.
He stared at the two of them intently, as if he had guessed their identities. His chest heaved violently, he gasped, and the blood in his throat could not be stopped.
He retreated step by step, then stumbled and ran out of the door. He didn't know what he said. The people from the Evil Suppression Bureau bowed their heads and obeyed his orders, and then dispersed.
Zhu Dongfeng stood outside the door and did not come back for a long time, as if hesitating about something.
Qu Wuji looked at her and whispered, "Do you want to let him go?"
Ji Lingche raised the corner of his mouth and said, "He will come back."
As expected, the man dismissed his subordinates and really walked back slowly, but his face looked very bad.
He walked over step by step, dragging his feet, looking as if he was going to die.
He lifted his clothes and knelt, like a black long sword that broke in the middle. In his sea of consciousness, he said to the two people: "I hope that the gods will show mercy and return the sword of my former master--"
After he finished speaking, he kowtowed several times.
Ji Lingche chuckled: "Return? What's the point of returning?"
"This sword isn't yours, so where does the word 'return' come from?"
Zhu Dongfeng was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth again, raised his head and stared at her. The fear in his eyes gradually faded away, and he became determined, as if he had to do something, and suddenly put life and death aside.
He spoke word by word in his sea of consciousness: "Because the sword spirit of this sword is dead, what exists in the sword now is..."
"Now, what is trapped in the sword is the living soul of the Hua family master."
Ji Lingche's face suddenly darkened, and the sword spirit hidden in her sleeve suddenly trembled, and she could hardly suppress it. She calmly waved her sleeves, letting the evil sword fall asleep again.
When Zhu Dongfeng said this, she couldn't help but be stunned. After a long while, she said in a cold voice: "So what?"
"So, why are you so anxious to retrieve this sword? What do you want to do?"
Zhu Dongfeng clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turned white, veins popped up on his forehead, but he couldn't say anything. It was obvious that he didn't want to tell the truth, but he couldn't lie either.
Qu Wuji whispered, "You want to revive your old master, right?"
His voice was like a gust of wind blowing from hell, making him shiver.
Qu Wuji slowly walked forward, walked to his side, lowered his eyes and looked at him: "After so long, have you finally found a new body for your master?"
Unfortunately, although a suitable body was found, the sword had already fallen into someone else's hands.
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